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At 8 months pregnant with their first child, Shane was more in need of Ilya than ever. Unfortunately, Ilya wasn’t going to join Shane in retirement until Ottawa's season ended or the playoffs started, whichever came first.
So, Shane was at home, sore, horny, tired, and hungry. “Do you ever sleep?” Shane scolded his stomach when his daughter did a somersault and then punched his intestines. His daughter responded with an even harder kick. “Stubborn just like your Papa, huh?” Their daughter kicked again. “I know honey, I miss him too.”
An hour later, Shane had finally seated himself comfortably on the couch and was scrolling Amazon. He had the urge to buy Ilya a little gift. He smirked at himself as he hit Order Now.
…
Ilya arrived home 2 days later, Ottawa didn’t make the playoffs and Ilya’s season and career came to a close. He knows he should be sad to leave hockey but he couldn't be more excited to start a new chapter of his life with Shane.
The two men were tangled up on the couch after an I missed you makeout session. Ilya’s hand was rubbing Shane’s belly and kissing his hair when the doorbell rang. Shane knew exactly what it was. His Amazon package.
“I got it,” Ilya said, getting up.
“No,” Shane said smirking, “I’ll get it.”
Ilya helped Shane up. He blushed as Shane waddled to the door, opened it, and yelled over his shoulder, “Meet me upstairs in 5.”
Ilya smiled, “Of course, moya luybov.”
Shane unboxed the package quickly. Just what he ordered, he took off all of his clothes, put it on and went to their shared closet, pulling out one of Ilya’s jerseys. It was big enough to be comfortable with his bump, but still showed it because, well, he was huge, and it made Ilya horny as hell.
Ilya made his way to the bedroom, practically sprinting, 4 minutes and 50 seconds later to see…
His heavily pregnant husband sprawled out on their bed wearing nothing but Ilya’s jersey.
Ilya stood, stunned, lust and desire taking over his brain. He cursed in Russian and leapt onto the bed, on top of Shane.
“Moya luybov,” He whispered and leaned to kiss his husband. Shane let him, they kissed, wild and filthy. Ilya trailed kisses down Shane’s neck, “I love it when you wear my name on your back. Everyone knows you’re mine. My jersey. My child. My Shane.”
“Yes,” Shane said, “All yours. Forever.”
Ilya kissed down the jersey, not taking it off, “I’m fucking you with this on.”
He winked then pulled the jersey up to reveal his husband's gorgeous pregnant belly. “Bozhe moy,” Oh my God. He whispered, thickly. He pressed light kisses around Shane’s belly.
“Weren’t you going to…”
“One second,” said Ilya, “I feel her moving.”
“Yeah,” Shane laughed, “she does that a lot.”
“Shane, you’re so sexy with your giant belly, oh my god, Hollander. Maybe even better than your freckles.”
“Really?” Asked Shane, skeptical.
Ilya sighed, “No. Nothing is better than those freckles.” He leaned up to kiss Shane’s freckled face, “I hope she has freckles.”
Shane didn't have enough time to respond before Ilya began trailing kisses down his body again and reached his crotch. Ilya, stalled.
“Shane.”
Shane blushed, knowing Ilya saw what he had been in the Amazon package.
Candy lingerie.
Panties, to be exact. Ilya was surprised that it was still intact considering Shane’s hard length and he was also surprised he hadn't noticed it before. Too obsessed with his husband’s body.
Ilya growled as he rose back up and gave Shane a filthy kiss and then he began to lick the panties.
Ilya kept his mouth busy licking, biting, and chewing the candy off of his husband. Shane’s cock was leaking, obviously, and the taste of the candy with the taste of his husband’s slick did it for Ilya. He had never shot a load untouched but this was the closest he ever got.
Eating candy panties off his heavily pregnant husband's crotch was something Ilya would never have imagined doing and now was one of his top tier experiences in bed.
After a few minutes, the candy had dissolved and Ilya was desperate to get his hands on and in Shane. He took all of Shane’s hard length in his mouth, bobbing up and down, swallowing a sighing over his cock.
“Ilya-”
Ilya pulled off, “Want to get fucked for real, Hollander?”
Shane’s cheeks darkened, “Fuck yes.”
The string that was holding up the candy underwear was soaked with Ilya’s spit and Shane’s cum. Ilya ripped them off and flipped Shane on his side, it was more comfortable this way.
“No,” gasped Shane, “Need you on top of me. Hard. Now.”
Ilya couldn’t argue, not with Shane in this state.
“You tell me if it hurts,” Ilya said. Shane nodded.
He grabbed the lube, seemingly out of nowhere and began to open Shane up. Ilya put 1 finger in with little resistance and upgraded to 2 and then 3. He stared into Shane’s round brown eyes with sex drunken eyes. They weren’t talking or kissing, just looking at one another with pure love and desire.
Shane didn’t even have time to demand for Ilya to hurry the fuck up because Ilya seemed just as desprate. When Shane was loose enough, Ilya lined himself up and started slowly fitting his length inside of Shane. He stalled for a moment, “You okay?”
Shane nodded. Ilya started moving, soaking up Shane’s gasps and moans.
“Faster, Rosanov,” Shane gritted through his teeth.
“Are you su-”
“Fuck, Ilya. Yes please fuck me harder.”
Ilya smirked. That’s all he needed to hear. He pounded into Shane slurring Russian and English together, “God, Shane you’re prefect. Perfect freckles. Perfect face. Perfect body. Carrying my child. Big, round, sexy belly. Vso dlya menya. Navsegda.” All for me. Forever.
“Yes,” Shane moaned, “All for you. Only for you.”
Shane wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke. Ilya, keeping the same pace, put Shane’s hands over his head, “I think I want you to come untouched tonight.”
Shane let out a loud moan. Ilya kissed him sloppily on the mouth and then all over his face before Shane said, “Ilya- I’m gonna-”
“Yes Shane. Let me see it. Let me hear it.”
Shane moaned and came all over his dome shaped stomach and some splashed onto Ilya’s chest. It sent him over the edge and he finished inside Shane with an, “Oh, Shane I love you.”
Ilya stalled inside of his husband as he licked some cum off of Shane’s belly, then finishing with soft kisses over his flushed skin.
Ilya slipped out of Shane and used all of his considerable energy to get a couple of towels from the bathroom. He wiped cum off of himself then took his time on Shane. Shane’s eyes were drooping from exhaustion but his mouth had never been drawn out in a bigger smile. Ilya kissed it because he could and Shane Hollander was his. Only his. Forever.
Ilya spent his time on Shane’s belly, whispering in Russian and kissing it. Shane thought he would find this cringey or at least annoying but he always saw it as a sweet gesture and it made his heart melt in the best possible way.
When Shane was clean enough, Ilya tossed the towel on the floor. That could be tomorrow’s problem. They would shower in the morning. Right now, they could cuddle in bed, talk to each other, and caress until they grew too tired and fell into a deep sleep.
Shane had his head on Ilya’s chest, his leg was wrapped around Ilya’s too. His belly spilling onto Ilya’s torso.
Ilya kissed Shane’s jaw, then his temple, then finally the top of his head, “Idi spat', moya lyubov'. Ya tebya lyublyu.” Go to bed, my love. I love you.
“My tozhe vas lyubim,” Shane replied, both men gazed down at his stomach, intertwining their hands on it.
Ilya blushed, “Show off.”
Shane kissed his mouth, “Always.” He put his head back on Ilya’s chest and fell asleep to soft whispers of praise in Russian he only half understood. He could not have been happier.