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Shane had been standing in front of his bed for the last 5 minutes, not moving, towel around his waist. He had just received a package he had ordered 2 weeks ago while completely drunk. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, something new to spice up his sex life with Ilya - even though their sex life was already the best it had ever been. Shane had decided to add this to his online cart between 2 drinks, and had finished the transaction once Hayden went to the bar to order more alcohol. Hayden had been visiting Shane to Ottawa, thinking about getting out of the Metros as soon as he could - finding out he was bisexual in that environment had not felt safe for him. Shane was harassing him quite a lot this evening at the bar, telling him he should come play for Ottawa. Mostly, he wanted to play with his best friend again : he missed it dearly. He missed him dearly. Also, his husband started to appreciate Hayden more as the days passed, so Shane was not worrying about them fighting anymore or anything. Well, Ilya would still probably get on Hayden's nerves, but he was getting on Shane's nerves almost everyday, so nothing new here.
Anyways, Shane was now looking at white lingerie underwear. A woman's one he had found on a lingerie site called “La Vie En Rose”. He got it spread out on his bed to get a good look at it, even though there wasn’t much to observe here. It was made with soft laces and there was a little white bow right in the center. It looked so delicate, Shane was scared he was going to break it if he was not careful with it. The back of it was a tong, which would get lost between Shane's ass cheeks, IF he decided to wear it. But he couldn't, right ? That would be madness. He could not wear laced underwear on a normal Tuesday. But, he did have dinner with his friends on the Ottawa Centaurs tonight - to celebrate the end of their first season playing together. They had not won The Cup this year, but it had gotten pretty close - they had been to the playoffs, but had lost to Boston (what a shame). Ilya had said “next year we are gonna get those motherfuckers” as if it wasn’t the team that had drafted him. Shane had laughed and kissed him furiously.
Would that be crazy if he wore laced underwear in a room full of his friends and his husband? Hayden had once told him that he was not really wild in his daily life. Well, maybe Shane felt pretty wild tonight. What if he just wore that pretty pair of underwear under a basic pair of jeans and made Ilya know about it while they were eating their dinner? Shane really wanted to see the expression on his partner's face when he would receive that text or hear Shane's voice whisper the words in his ear.
“Fuck it.” Whispered Shane, yanking the towel away from his body and putting the underwear in a quick motion before he changed his mind. Against all odds, it was pretty comfortable - he looked at himself in his room's mirror and damn, he looked good. He took a mirror pic of himself with only the underwear on and tried to make a face one would call desirable. He did not know if he was ever going to show it to anyone, but it was a great memory - a reminder that he could look this sexy nonetheless. He smiled in anticipation of the night that was still ahead of him.
—
Ilya came back from the grocery store not long after - luckily, Shane was completely dressed by then - it would have been a shame to blow his surprise already.
“Hi moya lyubov.” Said Ilya, giving a small kiss on the cheek to Shane before putting the grocery bags on the counter. “I bought what you asked me for our dinner tomorrow.”
“Perfect, thank you.” Replied Shane, peaking in the bags and starting to put food away - right where it belonged. If he let Ilya do it, it would be in random spots in the refrigerator and Shane would have to re-arrange it after and… he did not want to do that. He loved Ilya dearly, but his husband was not good at cleaning.
Ilya went to buy the groceries, Shane put the food away - quite simple. Ilya played with Anya for those couples of minutes, petting her and throwing her toy away so she could bring it right back to one of her dads. Once Shane was done, Ilya came near him again, pushing him against the kitchen counter. He murmured sweet nothings into Shane’s ear before slowly starting to kiss his neck. Oh, Shane knew where this was going - Ilya would kiss his neck, then take his tshirt off, then bite one of his nipples while playing with the other one and then… Shane could not let that happen. He could not, in any circumstances, let Ilya see his white lingerie just yet. Shane stopped Ilya right in his tracks, even if he would not mind getting sucked by Ilya right now… no, shut up dirty brain.
Ilya understood that Shane “was not in the mood”, simply stopped and smiled at him. God, Shane was so in love with him.
“Do you have an outfit planned for tonight?” Asked Ilya, pushing Shane’s hair out of his face and behind his ear.
If only you knew.
“Yes.”
“It’s not white shirt and normal boring jeans, yes?”
It took a second for Shane to respond.
“Ugh no… it's a black shirt and… jeans…” said Shane, hesitant - his outfit was still probably boring, but he didn’t care. He liked dressing in a simple way - he liked to be comfortable first and foremost.
“I’m wondering if I should wear the leopard shirt I have… I loved it some years ago and now it’s just sitting in our closet. Don’t remember last time I wore it.”
Shane remembered the first time he saw that white leopard shirt : when he went to the Ultraviolet club with Rose and saw Ilya kissing some random girl and also nibbling at her ear. This had felt so intimate to Shane - he could never do that to a stranger in a club, but he knew Ilya could. Ilya had clearly done that to make a point that night, to get revenge on Shane about him leaving last time they had seen each other, to make him jealous. Even though it did not matter now, those memories still haunted him sometimes, late at night. Even though he is locked in with Ilya now, (what is more locked in than marriage?) he remembered how he felt that night. He felt like he had lost a part of himself while he looked deeply into Ilya’s eyes.
“I thought you threw it away.” Said Shane. Because how could he truly say what was on his mind? Maybe he was overthinking this and the shirt was just… a shirt.
“Hm no, you know I don’t throw clothes away often.”
“Yes. I mean, you can wear whatever you want.” Said Shane, sounding harsher than he intended to.
“Shane.” Whispered Ilya, softly.
“What?”
“What is problem here?”
“It’s just… it’s the shirt you wore when we… when I saw you in the club all those years ago kissing some random girl…”
“Okey, and?”
“Well, that night wasn’t so great for me.” Said Shane, looking at the ground. He had gotten more open with Ilya over the years but admitting what made him feel vulnerable was still hard.
Shane felt a pressure on his chin, lifting his head up. No surprise, it was Ilya’s hand bringing his face closer to his own lips. Ilya put his lips on Shane’s and gave him a delicate kiss - as if Shane was something that could crack. It was simply adorable - Shane liked hungry kisses, but he also liked the ones that only a husband could give him.
“Is okey. I can wear something else.” Said Ilya, wiping Shane’s cheek. “And also don’t worry, you will be the only one having the chance to kiss me tonight.”
“Fuck off.”
—
A couple of hours later, Shane got into one of Ilya’s sports cars while they were on their way to the restaurant. It was the light blue one Ilya had bought on a whim some months ago (Lotus something?) - in the aftermath, he had told Shane he had been thinking about it for years after selling most of his cars collection. They had dropped Anya to the dog’s spa, as Ilya liked to call it, and would go pick her up tomorrow morning as soon as it was going to open. They were listening to some Bad Bunny songs - one of Ilya’s favorite playlists. He was obsessed with “Titi me Pregunto” recently, and Shane did not mind : he kind of really liked it too.
”Maybe Spanish should be the next language I learn.” Said Ilya, still looking at the road, his shoulders doing a happy dance, moving to Bad Bunny’s beat.
“You still need to learn French Ilya.”
”What? I’m good at French.”
”Okay… what do you know in French?”
”Hmmmm… Bonjour… merci…” Replied his husband, with the cutest French accent Shane had ever heard. Shane tried to contain the smile that wanted to get out, and instead, brought his hand to Ilya’s thigh and squeeze it.
”I think you still have a long way to go. I know more Russian than you know French, and I am pretty sure this is harder on my part.”
“You know what else is harder for you?”
“Don’t even start. You need to be on your best behavior tonight.”
”Says who?” Asked Ilya, turning his head towards Shane for a quarter of seconds, a cocky grin printed on his lips.
”Me. As your husband.”
”I’m sure Luca won’t mind if I make sex jokes. He loves me. You know he had a poster of me in his room growing up? Do you think he kissed me goodnight?”
“Are you trying to make me jealous right now?”
”Is working?”
”Ilya. I am literally your husband. We have a house together. We have a dog.” Replied Shane, exhaling loudly. Ilya Rozanov was so immature sometimes, wanting to get a reaction out of his husband - but honestly, Shane loved it. Shane liked to be reminded that Ilya Rozanov, the famous hockey player that had been his rival for so many years, was now his and his only. Nothing was ever going to change that.
”Whatever.” simply replied Ilya, squeezing Shane’s hand that was still on his thigh in response.
—
They got to the restaurant, which was a fancy pub with dim lighting. The music was not too intense, which Shane liked. Of course, he had no idea which songs played, he just knew it was popular music. It was usually packed Thursday to Sunday, so choosing to go a regular Tuesday was a great decision. Also, Shane hated to get overstimulated in public when he was with friends - it was just not fun for him, losing his mind due to the music and to voices of people he did not even know.
The rest of the gang was already there - Troy and Harris, Luca and Wyatt. Since Shane joined the Ottawa Centaurs, it wasn't unusual for them to hang out together or go do activities (golf, roller skating, zumbo classes - you name it). Shane liked that - having a group of friends on his team. Of course, playing with his husband had been the most fun he had had with hockey in a long time, but it was also fun to have a group of friends who knew about their relationship and supported them. Shane would not exchange his life for anything else - he was so happy all the time - okay maybe 95% of the time when his anxiety was not plummeting. And that’s why he liked trying new things with Ilya, getting freakier.
That’s why he was now wearing a pair of laced white underwear under his pretty normal outfit. Shane did not know yet when he was going to tell Ilya, probably a couple of drinks down. It was fun to know that he held this information from Ilya right now - something that would make him go completely crazy after. Shane felt like he held a certain kind of power right now - it made him horny already.
The conversation was animated, going in lots of directions. Luca was talking about being proud of his second year in the league, Troy and Harris about their home and starting a new vegetable and fruit garden this summer, Wyatt and Ilya were talking about who would be the better player if they exchanged positions on the ice - of course it would be Ilya, but Shane would not say that : he only took a sip of his second drink instead. Shane was a great listener - he did not mind not talking a lot when there were multiple people in the room. He said a comment here and there, smiled, laughed, and kissed Ilya on the cheek a couple of times.
Their food arrived - or a banquet (hockey men were hungry). Most of the food was unhealthy, but Shane did not care - not anymore. There were burgers, fries, chicken wings, some more fried things that Shane did not recognize, pizzas, cheese sticks, and more. Anyways, they all deserved it after their successful season. Shane put an onion ring in his mouth, and noticed it tasted even more good when one was tipsy.
“We fucking killed it this season!!!” Screamed Wyatt, elbowing Shane, who was sitting by his right side.
“Fuck yeah we did!” Replied Shane, smiling at his friend. He was so proud of what all of them did this season - in all honesty, Shane had never had a team who was this close together and with whom he felt he could be completely himself. Thinking about that, he wanted to make a toast. “I want to make a toast…” started Shane, lifting his beer cup in the air - Ilya and their friends did the same. “To this really good season we just had - it would not have happened if yall would not have been there. To many more!!!”
”To many more!!!” Screamed everyone else, smiles plastered on all their faces, before they all gulped their drinks.
20 minutes later, most of the plates were empty and everyone was on their third drink or so. Ilya put his hand on Shane’s lap under the table, which made Shane tangle their hands together. Ilya looked at him with heart eyes - it made Shane’s heart beat faster. He liked it when Ilya looked at him that way - he wished his husband would for so many years to come, for forever. Ilya put his head on Shane’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.
“Should it be the moment I share my dirty jokes with the table?”
“No.”
“Could be funny. I’m sure Troy and Harris could use our sex expertise.”
“First, I think they are good. Second, since when do you know that word?”
“Told you I studied some French.”
“Still no.”
“Uh why?” Grumbled Ilya.
Shane told himself it was a great time to tell Ilya about his big secret - if not now, when? Ilya literally brought sex to their table.
“I can share with you one of my dirty secrets. Would that satisfy you?”
“Hm…. Maybe. Yes.”
Shane braced himself for the words he was going to say - being tipsy definitely helped. He had put the underwear on while being completely sober, but needed some liquid courage to actually share that information with Ilya.
“I’m wearing something right now.” Said Shane. He was going to start like that.
“Hm yes. You have clothes on. That’s right. I’m not so wasted I can’t see that Hollander.”
“I mean… under my clothes. I bought something special for you.”
“Oh” That definitely brought Ilya’s attention, because he held Shane’s hand harder under the table. “What is it?”
“It’s white.”
“Hollander, just say it.”
Shane approached his head even closer to Ilya’s ear, just to be completely sure no one else heard him. He didn’t want anyone else to hear or he would probably die of embarrassment.
“I am wearing white laced underwear.” Said Shane rapidly. There, it was done. The information was there in the world for Ilya to do whatever he wanted with it.
It took a couple of seconds for Ilya to respond. Shane got scared for a second that his husband would find that weird. Maybe he shouldn’t have bought that lingerie. Maybe this had all been a bad tipsy idea.
“You are what?”
“I took a picture earlier, do you want to…” Tried Shane. Maybe seeing it would convince Ilya that this was a good idea, that this was hot.
“Fuck yes Hollander I want to see. Send it to me right fucking now.”
“Okay…” Shane took his phone from his pocket, did a quick look around the table - everyone else was stuck in conversations, no one looking at them. Shane quickly opened his message app under the table, clicked on his husband’s name and sent him the picture.
“There. Done.”
Ilya took his own phone and opened it under the table. Shane looked at his husband’s face, which was probably trying to not show any emotion, but was failing. Shane knew him well enough now to decipher even the slightest change of emotion in his face - he clearly saw that the picture he had just sent him was having an effect on Ilya.
Ilya’s fingers moved fast on his phone - a notification came on Shane’s phone only seconds later.
Ilya : What the fuck Shane? When did you take this?
Shane : When you went grocery shopping.
Ilya : Fuck. And you are wearing that right now?
Shane : Yeah.
Ilya : Can we leave right now?
Shane : what? Why?
Ilya : so i can fucking fuck you with those panties on.
Shane put his phone back in his pocket - his face was on fire. He could not look at Ilya right now. Maybe sending him the picture was not a good idea - of course Ilya would overreact. Well, this wasn’t really overreacting - Shane probably knew that Ilya was going to say something like that, he just didn’t want to admit it to himself. Shane did want to get fucked by Ilya with those panties on, that’s why he bought them and that’s why he was wearing them right now.
Wyatt got up from his seat and went in the direction of the bathroom, meaning there was no one sitting by Shane’s right side. This seemed to be a good enough reason for Ilya to bring his chair closer to the table, in a completely natural motion, and put his hand on Shane’s forming bulge.
Fuck, he had not even realized that he had started to get hard. With our friends around.
He made a small squeaking sound when he felt Ilya’s big hand on his cock, and was forever grateful that the music and his friends' voices hid it. Shane cleared his throat and tried to focus on literally anything else.
“Everything okay Shane?” Asked Troy Barrett - even if they didn’t hear him, his friends could still see his face.
“uh yes.” Replied Shane, while Ilya continued to massage his dick under the table. His fucking husband must be grinning so wide right now, making him look like that in front of other people. “Why?”
“I don’t know you look… flushed.” Continued Troy, his arm around Harris, hugging his boyfriend in a cute way.
“Must be the alcohol.”
“Shane gets drunk easily.” Said his husband - which made Shane look at him with a death stare. Shane was right - Ilya had a big cocky smile plastered on his face.
“I don’t!” Said Shane, because he could not help but disagree with his husband, even right now.
“So maybe we should get home soon… Shane drank too much, he needs to sleep. And we have big plans tomorrow.” Continued Ilya - he was such a fucking liar. They had no plans tomorrow. He probably just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible so he could fuck Shane when they got home. Shane would not mind that at all - Ilya touching him had just made him even more horny.
“I’m not even done with my beer. I have like half left. I don’t want to waste it.” Replied Shane - his husband would have to practice patience.
“Then finish it. And we go.” Said Ilya - Shane didn’t feel any pressure on his dick now. Ilya must have taken his hand away. It made Shane a little sad, but Wyatt would be back any minute now, so it was probably better that way.
—
Ilya’s mind was going crazy. His fucking husband had decided to wear white lace underwear in public and Ilya needed to act as if nothing was happening? Shane was going to pay the price for that - as soon as Ilya could get out of this restaurant.
Shane was lost in a conversation with Luca about some superhero named “Nightwing” - Luca was drawing him on some random paper the restaurant provided and was saying that Shane looked like him. Shane laughed and said he could dress as him next Halloween. Luca was really good at drawing - Ilya had always been impressed with his skills.
Ilya also eyed Shane’s glass - it was almost empty. Ilya looked at the beer inside it as if it could evaporate with only the power of his mind. Fuck it.
Ilya took his husband’s drink between his fingers and chugged the last of it.
“Hey!” Screamed Shane.
“Time to go. Is late.” Ilya got up from the table, grabbed his coat around his arm and stood in front of Shane, waiting.
“Whatever. Okay, bye guys!” Said Shane, getting up - it wasn’t long before Ilya took his hand and dragged him in the parking lot.
“Get in the car.” Said Ilya - his patience was wearing short. He did not know if he could wait to get home to fuck his husband. He could not wait to get home to see the panties on him that was for sure.
“Wait, can we just talk about what I sent you earlier…”
“Get. In. The. Car.” Ilya said in a cadence he hoped made him look really serious.
Shane listened and got into the passenger seat of Ilya’s Lotus Evora. Ilya, still out of the car, exhaled loudly - he wanted a cigarette so bad right now. But he wanted to see his husband in white lingerie more.
Ilya got into the driver’s seat and took a long look at Shane without saying anything. God, his husband was so fucking pretty. Ilya would never get over the constellation of freckles over his cheeks.
“Take off your pants.” Said Ilya, no hesitation in his voice.
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
“Ilya. We are in public. In a parking lot.”
“Tinted windows, remember?” Said Ilya, tapping on his door’s window just to make a point.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”
“Shane. You are going to take off your jeans right now.”
“Is that an order or…?”
It’s a plea.
“Yes.”
Shane took off his pants in a quick motion and left it all messy at his feet, proving to Ilya that he was clearly also eager to show him whatever was hidden between his legs.
Ilya saw it then. The underwear was even better than in the picture : it was so delicate, white, laced, with a little bow in the middle. It fitted Shane perfectly, as if it had been made precisely for his body. Ilya was obsessed with it. He wanted to keep looking at it for hours but he also wanted to tear it away.
Without saying a word, Ilya got closer to Shane’s face and started kissing him. It was slow at first, so slow Ilya could hear the sticky sound of when their lips parted. It then got hungrier - Ilya put one of his hands in Shane’s hair while the other touched the delicate lingerie decorating his husband.
His husband whimpered at the touch, and Ilya decided to bite his lips at the same time. Ilya could taste blood in his mouth as he continued to massage Shane’s cock.
“Ilya….”
“Fuck Shane… how could you do this to me?”
“I… I wanted to surprise you…”
Ilya brought his lips to Shane’s ear and started nibbling on it while his hand moved faster on top of Shane’s underwear - it was now really wet with his precome.
“Your beautiful panties are all wet now.” Whispered Ilya.
“Fuck you. You are doing this.”
“And you don't want more than this?”
“Yes…. Of course I want more Ilya...” Shane’s voice was shaking with excitement - Ilya had always found it so hot when Shane completely lost control because of him.
“Finger your ass. Panties on. Need to make space for me.” Ordered Ilya, while he stopped his movements to get the lube in the back seat. He took Shane’s hand in his own, put the exact amount of lube he had gotten used to for the last couple of years and gave a big sloppy kiss to his husband. “Now.”
He watched as Shane brushed his panties on the side just a little bit, giving himself space to put one finger inside his ass. Shane did not wait any longer and put his index inside of him, a moan escaping his lips. Ilya continued to massage his lingerie right on top of his cock.
“I… can take them off you know.” Said Shane slowly, his tipsy-horny voice the best thing Ilya had ever heard.
“No Shane, you are not taking those panties ever. I am gonna fuck you with them if I have to.”
“Fuck, Ilya…”
“Another finger. One is not enough.”
Shane complied. It wasn’t long before three fingers were in his ass and he was making heavenly whimpering sounds. Ilya wanted to get those sounds out of him all the time, but they needed to do other things than have sex. Like eat. Playing hockey. Be great dads to Anya. You name it.
“Such beautiful sounds… a good slut for me…” said Ilya. Shane’s panties were now soaking wet, which made them even hotter to Ilya. Ilya could feel his own dick in his pants, so hard that it hurted - it was clear that his dick wanted to get out of its prison.
Ilya needed to get his dick inside of Shane. Right now. He was suddenly really happy they had stopped using condoms for a while, because he did not have any in his car. Ilya gave a little last squeeze to Shane’s dick before taking his hands away from his husband. Shane had his eyes closed, but he opened them and stopped fingering his ass.
“Why … did you stop?” Whispered Shane, sounding desperate for more.
Ilya only smiled at Shane, clicked on a button on the side of his seat which made it go backwards, giving them more space to do whatever they wanted.
“You come here.” Said Ilya, slapping his thighs.
Shane looked at Ilya with hesitation, but also with need in his face. Shane was completely flushed - pink decorating his freckles. His husband seemed like he really wanted this but did not know how to proceed.
“Put your ass on me. Hold the steering wheel.”
Shane put himself on his husband’s body as best he could, sat his slutty little ass on him. Ilya took off his husband’s black shirt, threw it somewhere in the car (it did not matter where right now) and kissed his back in a linear motion - from the bottom of his spine to the space close to his neck. Ilya could feel his husband shivering, but he was almost sure it wasn’t because he was cold.
Ilya unbuttoned his jeans and took out his dick as best as he could - he was not in the most practical position, but this was just so hot. He didn’t care that he was still mostly clothed, because Shane wasn’t. His little slut was in slutty white panties just for his pleasure.
“You want my dick?” Asked Ilya.
“Fuck yes…” moaned Shane, grinning on Ilya’s dick in a slow motion. Ilya took Shane’s hips and dragged him over his dick a couple more times.
“Hmmm… so good…” whispered Ilya, his voice almost an animal groan, as if acting on pure instinct. His precome was all over Shane’s pretty white laced underwear and he found it increasingly hot.
He stopped moving Shane against him and instead brought his hand closer to Shane’s panties, looped his finger to the wet band of them just to put it a little bit on the side so he could enter him oh so easily.
“You ready?” Asked Ilya, wanting to make sure Shane was still really okay with whatever was happening right now.
“Yes. Please fuck me.”
Ilya did not need anything more - he entered Shane maybe too harshly, but not a single cell in his body was patient anymore. He needed to fuck his husband properly - at best, he wanted Shane to have difficulty to walk tomorrow.
Shane was holding the steering wheel, keeping his head as close to it as he could - he was probably afraid of hitting the top of the car, which was a possibility. But neither of them wanted to stop. Shane even pushed harder against him, as Ilya was holding his hips. Ilya liked to see his husband desperate like this, always wanting more, wanting to go faster and deeper and harsher. Their fast movements definitely made the car move - anyone who would see this would think this was far from normal. Neither of them seemed to care.
“You like getting fucked like this uh?”
“Yes…. Don’t stop… please…”
“My little fucking slut.” Whispered Ilya, as he pinched Shane’s nipple between two of his fingers. It only made his husband whimper harder.
“I’m yours… I'm all yours Ilya…”
Ilya could not believe he was this close to coming before Shane - all of which was happening was way too hot for him. It was like he was living a porn fantasy : fucking Shane in his favorite sports car, while his husband was wearing nothing else but white laced panties that fitted his ass perfectly.
Ilya wished he could see Shane’s face right now : it was probably all red and there was probably sweat dropping down his face. Maybe he was teary eyed too. Gosh, Ilya hoped Shane was, it only meant that Ilya was doing a really good job at fucking him.
“Huh… huh… fuck Shane….” Exhaled Ilya, as he came inside his pretty husband's entrance. With no condom, his cum also spilled on his own thighs and probably a little bit on the driver's seat too, but Ilya did not mind right now.
Shane only made a loud moan before he came too - his dick had gotten out of the white underwear, so his cum splashed the steering well and some spots around it.
Fuck, his car was a mess. Ilya would really need to clean it as well as he could when they got home - Shane would probably insist on deep cleaning it.
It took a couple of seconds for both men to calm their breaths, so Shane didn’t move away from Ilya. Ilya kissed his back again, the spot close to Shane’s neck, where there was a gathering of freckles. It made Shane laugh, and a second later, he was back in the passenger seat. Shane looked in the back of the car, took the kleenex box and wiped as much he could before saying any word because… he was Shane. Ilya’s lovely husband. He also took his shirt and put it on again, and then, finally looked at Ilya.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” Shane said, his eyes teary, as Ilya predicted.
“It is your fault. Deciding to put those slutty white panties when we are out to have dinner… this is diabolical coming from you Shane.”
“Still, you could have waited until we got home to fuck me…”
“You wanted to wait at home?” Asked Ilya, genuinely almost sure that Shane could not have waited either.
Shane only smiled and cupped Ilya’s cheeks with both his hands. Shane gave his husband a slow languorous kiss before leaning his face against Ilya’s cheek. Ilya felt the heat coming from Shane’s face - it was so reconforting and intimate, Ilya loved the aftercare after they fucked.
“Maybe I should buy more of them then.” Whispered Shane, his words sounding like wedding bells to Ilya, even though they were already married. Hearing things like this just made Ilya want to marry Shane over and over again.
Shane had once asked him “Do you think we meet in every lifetime?”
At which Ilya had responded “I think we fuck in every lifetime.”
Shane had continue by saying “fuck Ilya, such a romantic.”
Ilya smiled tenderly and said "I think in every lifetime, we marry each other. In one of them I am the one asking you, and in the next is you. And it repeats for all of them.”
A million memories with Shane and this one was probably one of his favorites. Ilya smile grew thinking about it, it was so dear to him. Ilya put his arms around Shane’s waist and held him tighter.
“Yes. I can pay for them. I’ll buy you 100 pairs. Next one should be pink.”