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Ilya thought the Halloween party was a success. Although, as much as he had fun with the decorations, laughing and talking with his teammates, his friends. He still missed Shane.
Ilya got rid of the strappy high top sandals and the shield strapped across his back that marked him as a gladiator, considering that’s what he was going for this year.
He started clearing the coffee table full of empty red solo cups, napkins, and a couple books that the kids probably took out of the shelves to play with. Not that they were remotely interesting for kids. Most of them were about men’s fitness and hockey 101. Not really Ilya’s type of novel. But he had them there for Shane.
He heard a knock on his front door. Anya’s ears perked up “sit girl, papa will check” ilya said soothingly, in which Anya laid back down on her bed. He could tell she loved playing with the kids, but she was wiped out.
Ilya opened the door and in front of him stood the love of his life dressed in nothing short but a remarkable Halloween costume. Ilya’s eyes scanned up to the cowboy hat shane had dawned on his head, his eyes slowly moved to the navy blue bandana Shane had tied around his neck.
“You look like…what do they call them? An outlaw?” Ilya said, with a teasing undertone as he let shane inside of their house.
“Shut up rozanov” Shane went to take off his hat
“No, stays on” ilya corrected as his eyes continued their journey down Shane’s body. He had a black leather vest on, no shirt underneath, which beautifully exposed Shane’s glorious chest for ilya to see, just the way he liked it. Then ilya gazed down and saw that Shane was wearing a black jock strap and assless chaps that went down his muscular legs, from all the hockey he’s done in their lifetime, Shane’s body was a work of art to ilya. To finish off the outfit, Shane had a pair of plain black boots.
It was simple for a Halloween costume, but it was Shane. And ilya loved it.
“Are you done undressing me with your eyes” Shane let out a chuckle as he shifted from one foot to the other. This was out of his comfort zone, but he wanted to surprise ilya. With all the years of their relationship and being together, Shane tried to find things to add excitement to it all, in and out of the bedroom.
“Mmm..no, C’mere” ilya lowly growled as he pressed his body up against Shane’s as Shane’s back gently hit the front of the door.
“This” ilya waved his hands over Shane’s costume. “So sexy, i want to fuck you in it, please Hollander” he grazed his right hand up to Shane’s neck and pressed his lips onto Shane’s in a needy but tender kiss. Shane’s lips instantly parted to allow Ilya’s tongue to enter, like he always did. “Always so good for me Hollander” ilya hummed and pulled his lips away to start his descent of wet hot kisses down the side of Shane’s jaw, down to his neck. Shane shuddered beneath him and held onto Ilya’s biceps.
“Bedroom, now” Shane whined while tilting his head back as ilya kissed down to his collarbones and nipped them. Leaving tiny hickeys that’ll go away within the next day, considering his teammates can’t know about him being involved with his arch rival.
“No, want you to ride me” ilya states sternly. “There” he grips onto Shane’s jaw to direct Shane’s gaze to his masculine leather couch. “cowboy, are you not??” Shane sucks in a breath. “Ride me” ilya says huskily and unties the bandana from Shane’s neck.
Shane nods eagerly as ilya feels Shane’s bulge harden against his bare thigh. “You look like a God” Shane roams his glassy eyes over Ilya’s costume as he starts to roam his hands over Ilya’s chest.
Ilya grabs Shane’s wrists and slowly brings them down behind Shane’s torso and starts to loosely tie the bandana around Shane’s wrists. “You will worship me tonight for sure”
Ilya smiles smugly as he pulls Shane closer to the couch by his waist. Ilya plops down and pulls Shane onto his lap. Slowly slipping Shane’s boots off. Shane straddles Ilya’s lap while ilya holds him in place by the waist, keeping him from slipping off.
Ilya slowly raises his middle and ring fingers to his mouth and sensually sucks and licks them while maintaining eye contact with Shane. Ilya reaches around with his other hand and pulls Shane’s jock strap down and over his ass.
“you don’t need to prep me” Shane confesses while chewing on his bottom lip. Ilya raises and eyebrow as his finger taps against the head of the butt plug shane put in. “Naughty” ilya smirks and slowly takes it out to replace the plug with his long slim fingers. Shane is tight and warm, enveloping Ilya’s fingers, ilya never gets tired of it.
Shane hisses and lets out a low moan. “This better not be one of those times you tease me” Shane shifts himself back to take more of Ilya’s fingers. Ilya grips onto Shane’s left ass cheek and squeezes hard.
“You love it” ilya teases Shane’s hole, moving his fingers slowly in and out. Shane whimpers loudly which Ilya takes as his cue to tug his gladiator skirt down letting his cock spring up from his boxers and slapping against his stomach. With one hand ilya lifts Shane’s ass up over his cock, removing his fingers and replacing them with his aching cock.
“so tight” ilya groans as he slowly guides Shane down onto his cock. Shane lets out a high pitched moan as his body immediately reacts and adjusts to Ilya’s length. Shane starts grinding his hips down to meet with Ilya’s hips that are thrusting up inside him.
“I thought of you fucking me all night ilya” Shane pants as his head tilts back. Ilya catches the cowboy hat from falling off Shane’s head and places it on his own, smirking up at Shane.
“you like?” Ilya teases as his grip on Shane’s hips become more firm as he starts thrusting up harder, the noise of their thighs smacking together echo in the living room.
“Shut up and fuck me harder rozanov” Shane grits out in between moans as he digs his nails into his palms still tied behind his back.
Ilya takes this as a moment to lift Shane’s ass cheeks up from his thighs as he speeds up his pace, pulling out til only the tip is in, and slamming Shane back down.
Ilya captures Shane’s mouth into his, lazy kisses between pants and moans. “Cum for me, moya lyuboc” ilya grunts and nips at Shane’s bottom lip, still rocking his hips up into Shane.
Shane’s thighs start shaking, signaling to ilya that he’s close. Ilya pulls his lips away and nips at the spot below Shane’s ear he knows will do it for him every time.
“F-fuck ilya, im gonna-“ Shane is cut off by his own blinding orgasm that crashes down over him and onto Ilya’s stomach as he lets out a loud moan. Ilya follows suit and buries himself deep inside Shane while he spills inside of him, letting out loud grunts against Shane’s neck.
Shane catches his breathe and starts to lift off ilya.
“No no no” ilya grips Shane’s chin. “Not done cowboy”