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The morning alarm came far too early for Shane’s liking. And if it was too early for him, he knew his husband was going to hate it just as much.
Shane felt the husband in question bury his head into the bare skin of his back, his groan vibrating both of their bodies. He sighed and reached over, as much as Ilya’s solid arms would allow, to turn off the tinny alarm blaring from his phone.
“Come on, we’ve got a busy day, Ilya,” he said, turning back in his husband’s arms to face him.
Ilya’s eyes were still closed, and Shane smiled softly at the stunning man in bed with him. He scooched closer, and pressed his lips to the tip of Ilya’s nose. It earned him a smile, one he could tell Ilya was fighting.
“Hmm, but I want to stay in bed all day,” he responded with a sigh, cranking one eye open slowly.
Shane sighed, he would also like to have a day off and just spend time alone together, but, their responsibilities didn’t leave much room for lazy days during the peak of the season. They did have a day off soon, a Tuesday that he’d told his manager (aka his mom) to make sure that they both had free of any obligations..
The two of them didn’t have any set plans for that day, but Shane definitely had a mental list of things he wanted to do to and with his husband. Not that they didn’t have time for intimacy, but, it just hadn’t been enough. Shane knew his body was wound tight, desperate for a day of relaxed release. Even when they did find time to have sex, it was often a quick blow job in the mornings if they had a spare few minutes, or tired, lazy fucking when they were both one yawn away from falling asleep at night.
He broke free of his husband’s arms and swung his legs over to the side of the bed. That’s when he felt it. Again.
“Fuck,” Shane exhaled quietly as he stood up and crossed their bedroom towards their shared bathroom. When he closed the door behind him, Shane immediately stuck a hand down the front of his loose sleep shorts, and under the waistband of his briefs.
The fabric was drenched. He felt along the lips of his pussy, the skin more than just damp, and muttered another curse. This had been the reality of his mornings far too often in recent weeks. They had fucked last night, slow and gentle after a full day of practice and meetings, but they had showered afterwards and Shane had taken extra care to dry the skin at the apex of his thighs. He didn’t recall any dreams that would’ve led to waking up drenched, and he didn’t feel turned on.
Instead, he felt irritated.
Shane huffed and pulled his briefs and sleep shorts off, tossing them into the hamper in the corner of the bathroom. He ran a cloth under warm water from the sink, and rubbed it gently along his folds, then repeated the motions with a new, dry cloth. He was finishing up, still fully naked, when Ilya entered behind him.
“Oh, this is a surprise,” he said teasingly, approaching Shane and wrapping his arms around him. Ilya had also slept shirtless, opting to sleep in only his briefs. Shane met his husband’s eyes in the mirror, an annoyed expression plastered on his face.
“I’m getting sick of it, Ilya,” he huffed in exasperation, tossing the cloths into the hamper after his other clothes. “I literally can’t keep up with the fucking laundry because I’m running out of underwear. I go through two or three pairs a day and I’m fucking exhausted.”
Ilya turned Shane around to face him, confusion painting his face. “What is the problem, moya lyubov?” he asked sincerely.
Shane groaned and pressed his forehead into Ilya’s bare shoulder. He turned his face to the side to answer, “I’m so tired of all the laundry.”
“We can buy you more underwear, Shane. I promise it will not hurt our bank account,” Ilya teased lightly, gently poking his sides. He felt a small laugh exit Shane’s body before he groaned again.
“No, that’s not the issue,” he began, and sighed before continuing, “I’ve been waking up, um…” Shane trailed off, and moved a step back so he could meet his husband’s gaze. “I’ve been waking up very…wet,” Shane forced out. He could feel his blood rushing to his cheeks, a mild tone of embarrassment clinging to his voice.
Ilya raised an eyebrow, and slowly raked his eyes down to the convergence of his husband’s legs, and then back up to meet his eyes.
“And this is a problem?” he asked, stepping back into Shane’s space, causing him to step against the edge of the sink.
Shane felt the blood from his cheeks swarm through his body, flowing down his arms and chest, straight down to his clit. He knew he would already be soaked right now, based solely on the way his husband was looking at him.
“Seems like a great thing for me,” Ilya continued. One of his bare knees pressed in to push Shane’s legs apart. He raised it slowly, till it met the damp warmth of Shane’s folds.
His breaths quickened, his hands clasping to the edge of the counter. Now he was fine with his body reaction, there was stimuli right in front of him. His nearly naked husband, whose own arousal was becoming noticeable, had his eyes scanning Shane’s bare body, and his unclothed knee stuck just where Shane’s body was desperate for some type of friction.
“Ilya,” Shane forced out, “We don’t have time. And, this is cheating.”
Both of Ilya’s hands grabbed firmly at Shane’s hips. One of Shane’s left the counter to grip his husband’s shoulder.
“I think my sweet husband could be quick,” Ilya crooned, his voice slipping lower and his accent thickening.
Shane groaned softly, unable to keep his entire body from reacting. His husband’s hands tightened on his hips, helping him grind down onto Ilya’s knee as he lifted his leg to meet Shane’s wet and throbbing center.
Ilya repeated the motion, and leaned forward to whisper, “Now, be good for me and let me feel how wet you can get.”
“Oh god,” Shane moaned in response, the words and movement of their bodies turning his thoughts into nothing but desire for more.
Between their bodies, Shane could feel his wetness coating the hairs on Ilya’s leg. Hell, there was a chance there would be actual droplets rolling down the rest of his leg.
“Fucking hell, Shane,” Ilya moaned, looking down at his husband’s dripping cunt thrusting against his knee, “So wet, ugh. So good.”
Shane was panting, the unplanned exertion weighing on his body. “H-harder,” he stammered, chasing the edge he knew he was close to. Ilya huffed a laugh as he helped grind his husband’s hips down against his knee, speeding up the tempo.
“Is my husband going to come for me? Drench my fucking leg, Hollander,” Ilya encouraged before leaning his face forward and sucking in the skin where his neck and shoulder met.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Shane muttered, the sensations melting together in his brain. Ilya’s hands on his hips, his teeth scraping at his skin, and his knee pressing up further into him.
Shane felt it, his climax just within reach. He knew they were running out of time, with a practice looming not too far into their future, followed by everything else on the schedule for the day. He just needed one more little push to go over the edge.
“Come for me. All over my leg, need to feel you soak it,” the dirty words falling from Ilya’s mouth were all the push he needed. Shane’s legs squeezed around Ilya’s legs, both of his hands holding tight to Ilya’s shoulders as his orgasm overtook him.
“Ah! Ilya, fuckfuck, yes,” he exclaimed, feeling his orgasm coat Ilya’s leg. His husband lifted his blissed out body to sit on the edge of the sink, and Shane nearly came again when he saw Ilya sink to his knees in front of him.
He pushed Shane’s legs apart and dug into his folds with his tongue. Shane cried out again as he felt the ridges of Ilya’s tongue lap up his orgasm. His hand threaded through the messy curls on Ilya’s head, trying to pull him off from his sensitive pussy.
“Ilya,” he groaned.
The head between his legs hummed in response, sending waves of vibrating pleasure through Shane’s exhausted body.
Eventually, Ilya gave one final lick of his tongue through Shane’s worn out slit, before standing up and claiming his lips in a kiss. The taste of himself mixed with his husband’s familiar mouth was intoxicating. He hated how badly he was going to want more of this the rest of the day.
“I don’t have time to take care of you,” Shane murmured when llya’s lips pulled away. Ilya smiled and pressed a kiss to the tip of Shane’s nose, like he’d done earlier this morning.
He gave one of Shane’s ass cheeks a gentle squeeze as he replied, “Is fine. It will give me something to look forward to for later.” Shane laughed and slid off the counter, pressing his lips to Ilya’s shoulder before turning towards a cabinet to get yet another cloth to fully clean himself up with.
“Besides,” Ilya continued, “I can be hard all day, turned on and wanting, and not complain. Unlike some people,” he teased.
Shane shot him a glare as Ilya began his morning routine, soon joining beside him to finish his.
“I hate you,” Shane told him with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t mean it, obviously, and Ilya knew that. He responded by bumping his hips against Shane’s, and taking his toothbrush out of his mouth to respond.
“Love you too, honey.”
Anya greeted them excitedly when they came back through the door well after 9pm that night.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” Ilya cooed, immediately dropping down to sit on the floor once they were both inside.
Shane smiled down at his little family, his hand gently caressing the back of Ilya’s head as the man in question greeted their dog.
“I’ll take her outside real quick, if you want to clean up her area,” Shane offered.
Ilya nodded, giving Anya a quick kiss to the top of her head before standing up. He pressed one hand to the small of Shane’s back as he walked past to grab Shane her leash. The small touch sent a flush of warmth through his body.
Fuck, he thought as he wordlessly took the leash from Ilya and took Anya out to their yard.
Shane had been uncomfortable all day, his briefs had felt damp since halfway through morning practice. He’d been so ready for that shower afterwards, able to wash himself and dry off, and put on a fresh pair of underwear. He’d thrown in a few more pairs to his bag before they’d left for their long day.
After practice, they’d had a few meetings for various collaborations, as well as the Irina Foundation. Followed by dinner with Fabian and Ryan since they were in town for a few days. They’d spent a long time at dinner catching up, and Shane had genuinely enjoyed their company, but he was worried his cunt would leak so bad it would show up on his pants. His trip to the bathroom revealed he was worried over nothing, but still felt unnecessarily wet. He was so ready to go home, and clean himself, and crash right into sleep.
The thoughts plagued him as Anya led him around their yard. He was enjoying the fresh air, and he assumed Anya was too, when he realized they’d been outside for a considerably long time. They went back inside, and Shane unclipped her leash before giving her a quick head rub. She ran off around the corner towards her plush bed that Ilya had spoiled her with, and Shane returned the leash to its spot.
“Ilya?” he called out, glancing around their house as he walked further down the hall.
No response came. There was no way Ilya was already asleep. Maybe halfway through his brief nighttime routine, but not asleep yet.
The door to their bedroom was ajar, and he pushed it open. His eyes immediately found his husband on their bed. He was naked, propped against the headboard with his legs open wide, and a hand wrapped around his hard cock.
“There you are,” Ilya drawled, his fist pumping his arousal at a slow, steady pace. His other hand was attached to one of his pecs, kneading the muscles that supported his pert nipple.
“Fuck,” Shane exhaled. He hastily kicked off his shoes, and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as his fingers would allow. Ilya chuckled at his clumsiness as he nearly tripped in an attempt to get his pants off.
Once he was clad only in his drenched briefs, Shane scrambled onto the edge of the bed. Before he could reach his deliciously spread out husband, Ilya spoke again.
“Wait,” his hands on his body stilled, as did Shane. “I want you to do something for me first.”
Shane swallowed, desperate to touch some part of his husband. “Anything,” he answered with an exhale.
Ilya smirked and switched his hands out to give the other side of his chest some attention. “First, go get a towel.” With a quick nod, Shane did as he was told. He didn’t think past the instruction to consider why Ilya requested a towel.
When he returned, the folded towel in his hands, Shane stood at the foot of the bed and watched Ilya’s back arch, pushing himself further into his own hands.
“Good girl,” Ilya praised, the words sending another rush of arousal down between his legs. Shane knew he was drenched. He was before he even came back inside the house. “Now, spread it out between my feet. Leave it folded just in half, just in case.”
The smirk sent an image flashing to Shane’s mind, of him sitting on the towel between his husband’s legs, soaking the fibres beneath him. He followed his instructions, and stood back, waiting for more.
Ilya huffed, his cock becoming wet itself as it leaked around Ilya’s stroking hand. “Now,” he continued breathlessly, “Take off those panties that I know are just dripping by now, and sit on the towel for me.”
Shane continued to follow the instructions, feeling the moist fabric of his briefs as they joined his clothes across the chair in the corner. Ilya bent his knees up further as Shane joined him on the bed. Shane placed his legs under Ilya’s bent knees, spreading himself out for Ilya to see his pulsing, wet core.
“Oh, honey,” Ilya cooed, his hands faltering slightly at the sight, “Fucking beautiful. My husband’s dripping cunt.”
A flush crept up his body as Ilya’s eyes narrowed in on his wet center. Shane’s hands were planted firmly on the bed between his sides and Ilya’s feet. He wanted to desperately touch him, any part of him, but he would be good and wait for instructions.
“I want to see how wet we can get you,” Ilya told him, “Without you touching me, o-or yourself.” His voice faltered as he squeezed his own nipple, the words echoed by a moan.
Shane’s hips moved forward, his throbbing entrance finding nothing to rub against. It resulted in a whimper falling from his lips. Ilya chuckled darkly, switching his hands again, quickening his efforts on his body.
“So good, following my directions so well,” Ilya crooned, his fist tightening on his dick.
“S-so good,” Shane stammered. He desperately wanted to touch himself, feel how wet he was getting. “When can I–?” he started to ask, but was cut off by a groan from Ilya’s mouth.
“I’m so close, honey,” Ilya gasped, and Shane saw the tells in his body. His hand had left his chest, moving to grip the sheets beside him. The other hand sped its ministrations on his cock, spreading his precum along the shaft, eliciting a sloppy, erotic sound that only made Shane more desperate.
“Come for me, Ilya,” he encouraged, “Fuck, spill it onto me.”
Ilya nodded, and moved his body closer, angling his dick to point directly at where his husband's opening was pulsing, desperate for something to press inside. Shane felt drops of his liquid roll down from his pussy towards his asshole, he was drenched and ready to feel his husband’s orgasm add to the mess he was already making.
With a few more quick strokes, and an obscene sound, Ilya’s orgasm burst out of him. The spurts landing onto Shane’s folds. He gasped when he felt the climax hit him, the light touch sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
“Holy shit, Hollander,” Ilya exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above after he flopped back onto the pillows behind him.
Shane whimpered, his body so desperate it was starting to become painful. Ilya looked back at him at the sound, his chest slowing down to a steady breathing pace. Wordlessly, Ilya leaned forward, still not touching his leaking husband.
“Now, shall we feel just how wet you got?” Ilya asked with a smirk.
Shane nodded quickly, he felt his hole pulsing, desperate for something, anything. He saw Ilya’s eyes lower and look down at their mess. One of his hands reached out and pressed into the towel.
“Good thing you listened and laid this out, husband,” Ilya crooned, his hand slowly moving along the fabric until it brushed against the inside of Shane’s thigh.
“Fuck,” he moaned, the slight touch filling him with more desire.
“You’re not allowed to come yet,” Ilya instructed, a stern tone returning to his voice, “We have to wait till my dick is ready again, okay?”
Shane nodded again, praying Ilya would still touch him.
“I want you to come around my cock, because I think that you don’t even need me to open your hole with my fingers. You’re so wet, and ready for me. Aren’t you?” he asked, his voice teasing.
A small groan was the only response as Ilya adjusted his position, moving his entire body to sit between Shane’s spread legs.
“Well?” Ilya prodded, seeking a verbal answer.
“Y-yes,” Shane managed, “So wet for you. Need you, your whole cock, right now.”
Ilya chuckled, moved his hand to run his fingers through Shane’s hair. His shoulders dropped at the gentle touch, relaxing into his husband’s hand as his eyes fluttered closed.
“I think I need a little help getting hard again. Can you do one more thing for me before I fuck you?” Ilya asked.
Shane exhaled a soft, “Yes,” his eyes opening again slowly.
Ilya moved back to where he was earlier, resting against the headboard. His legs were spread again, and his cock was filling out again.
“Come here,” he said and held out his hand.
Shane crawled up the bed, leaving his messy towel behind, and knelt between the spread legs of his husband. Ilya’s hand returned to the back of Shane’s head. He had no clue what his husband had in store for him, Shane searched his eyes for an answer, and received one as Ilya directed his head down to his chest.
“Suck,” Ilya exhaled.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Shane attached his lips to Ilya’s nipple, and sucked hard on the provided skin. Ilya groaned, his hand tightening against Shane’s head.
“Ooh, yes. Harder,” he encouraged, his other hand gripping Shane’s thick upper arm. He obliged, and added his teeth to the mix, scraping against the sensitive bud.
Shane moaned against him as a stream of Russian fell from his husband's mouth. He lifted his head from the peak, giving it one more quick lick of his tongue before letting Ilya guide him to the other one.
“Yes, moya lyubov,” Ilya managed with a grunt, “Suck on mommy’s tit.” The words sent Shane’s hips canting forward, desperate for some friction along his dripping cunt.
His husband’s body moved as he chuckled, but Shane’s mouth and lips stayed locked on his tit. He was desperate, part of him wanted to ask if he could get himself off by rubbing his pussy against Ilya’s chest. But, he knew he really wanted his husband’s dick inside him.
“You ready for my cock, husband?”
Shane popped off his pec with a wet sound and gasped a “Yes,” in answer.
Ilya moved his hand up to Shane’s face, brushing his thumb across his swollen bottom lip, breaking the thread of saliva that connected Shane’s mouth to his chest.
“You’ve been so good tonight, I’ll let you choose,” Ilya offered. Shane sat back, waiting anxiously to hear the options his husband would give him. “Option one, I take you from behind, so I can play with your tight little asshole while I fuck you into the mattress.”
Shane’s mouth watered at the mental image, his asshole flexing at the thought of Ilya’s fingers buried deep inside while his cock pushed him into the mattress.
“Option two?” Shane asked, excited to hear what else his husband had in mind.
Ilya trailed one hand gently up and down Shane’s shin, “Option two, you face me so I can kiss you while we fuck, or you could keep your mouth on my tits if you like. And, option 3,” he stopped, his hand spread out above one of Shane’s knees, “I lay back and you ride my cock till you come.”
Shane’s breath hitched, all three ideas sounding perfect to him, and his pulsing hole. He felt more of his arousal seep out, coating the bedding beneath him.
“Shit,” he muttered, and scrambled back to sit on his towel. Ilya tsk’d, watching him hungrily as he weighed his options.
“Messy, messy girl,” Ilya teased.
His body knew relief was near as he muttered the first word that came to mind, “Ride.”
Ilya nodded slowly, “Full sentence?”
“I would like to ride your cock,” Shane exhaled, and added a quick, “Please.”
“Hmm,” his husband hummed, lowering himself to lay flat on the bed, his feet pressing against Shane’s legs. “Ride my cock with what?” One of Ilya’s feet pressed between Shane’s thighs, inching close to where his body was crying out for some sort of relief.
“Ride your cock with my,” Shane said softly, it was interrupted by a groan as he felt Ilya’s toe drag through the front of his folds.
“With your what, Shane?”
He steadied his breath, pushing the words out quickly, “With my messy cunt. Please,” he was pleading now, “Please fuck me.”
“Come up here then,” Ilya patted his stomach, beckoning Shane.
He crawled up Ilya’s body, pressing kisses along his thigh as he went, before straddling his husband’s stomach. Ilya’s hard cock was pressed against the crevice of his ass, and his wet cunt was leaking onto Ilya’s stomach.
“Take my cock, honey, you’ve been so patient. So good for me,” Ilya gave him permission.
Shane nodded, and raised his body up, moving back slightly to line up Ilya’s cock with his pulsing entrance. He noticed the wet spot he’d left on Ilya’s stomach, and moaned softly as he felt the head of his husband’s cock press into his pulsing entrance.
“Oh, oh fuck!” Shane exclaimed as he sank down slowly, Ilya’s cock scratching him open. His drenched opening allowed him a smooth entrance, he was fucking ready for his husband’s thick cock without being touched.
Ilya moaned when Shane was fully sat, giving himself a minute before he started moving. Their eyes were locked, and Ilya nodded, letting him know he was good whenever Shane was.
His hands held tight to Ilya’s stomach as he lifted his hips up slightly, and then sank back down. They were both moaning in unison, words of praise in both English and Russian falling from Ilya’s lips between his sounds of pleasure.
Shane sped up, his hips slamming his body down onto Ilya’s hard cock, chasing the orgasm he’d been after since he walked into their bedroom tonight. He leaned forward slightly, adjusting the angle so Ilya’s cock would brush his g-spot.
Two moves against it had Shane crying out, begging for more, even though he had it all inside him. Ilya’s hands had been holding onto his hips, helping guide his body down. One of his hands left his moving hips, and trailed down to find his clit.
“You need more?” Ilya asked breathlessly.
Shane nodded quickly, “Fuck, yes! Please!”
Ilya placed his hand on Shane’s mound as he continued moving, his husband’s thumb dipping between his folds to move slow circles around his clit.
“Yesyesyes, fuck! Ilya, I’m g-gonna come!” Shane said loudly, desperately.
His husband sped up the circles on his clit along with Shane speeding up his movements along Ilya’s cock. A few more thrusts and Shane felt himself clench around Ilya’s cock. His climax flooded through his body and spilled out of him in pulses around Ilya as he felt him ejaculate deep in his body.
“Shit, yes, Shane,” his husband groaned, propping himself up on his elbow with one hand, and pulling Shane down to crash their lips together as they rode out their waves of pleasure, their bodies still connected.
Ilya’s lips seared against Shane’s and he groaned into his mouth. Their lips remained locked for a moment before Ilya was pulling away, laying back down. He guided Shane off his limp cock, and drug Shane’s leaking cunt up his chest.
“On my face, let me clean you up,” Ilya instructed.
Shane whimpered as his sensitive clit felt every muscle of his husband’s toned body as Ilya dragged him up to his face. He gripped the headboard and sank slowly onto Ilya’s face. His husband’s tongue swirling around his folds like he had this morning, tasting every last drop of his orgasm.
Ilya hummed against him, sending fresh waves of pleasure through him. His nose brushed Shane’s sensitive clit, causing his husband above him to hiss. Shane was gripping tightly onto their headboard as he felt another wall of pleasure building up inside him. Ilya moved him along his face, his tongue alternating between licking into his cunt and swirling around his clit.
“Ilya,” he gasped, “I’m gonna come again.”
He felt his husband chuckle underneath him, the vibrations felt from his core to the tips of his fingers. Ilya continued the motions until Shane squeezed his thighs around Ilya’s head as another orgasm burst through his body.
The man beneath him continued lapping up the liquid that poured from his body, tasting every last drop. When Ilya was satisfied, he gently moved Shane to lay beside him. He was panting for breath, and Ilya leaned forward to press a kiss to his sweaty brow.
“What a mess,” Ilya teased. Shane chuckled, and shoved his husband playfully while he waited for his heart to slow back down.
As he moved to the edge of the bed, trying to avoid making the mess worse, Shane said, “I want to shower.”
“Go ahead, I’ll change the sheets,” Ilya waved him on.
Shane grabbed the towel and raised it with a shrug, “We tried.”
His husband smiled at him warmly, and quickly left the bed to come around the corner to him. He let Ilya steal his lips in another kiss. This one more tender and gentle, his hands wrapping around the small of Shane’s back.
“I ordered you more underwear today. Some special kind that might help make you more comfortable,” he told Shane when they broke apart. They stood there, arms around each other, naked at the foot of their bed.
“Oh, thank you,” Shane replied genuinely, heart warmed by the gesture.
Ilya nodded, “Anything for my messy husband,” he teased.
Shane let loose another laugh and returned to his husband's arms, “Fine. I am a mess, that’s for sure.”
“Well, I like it. And I never want to hear you complain about it again,” Ilya said, lowering his hand to lightly swat one of his ass cheeks.
His intake of breath faltered slightly. Shane bit on his bottom lip before asking quietly, “And if I do complain?”
Ilya’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered his response, “I can think of a few things.”
“Maybe for Tuesday, our day off?” Shane suggested.
His husband donned a wicked smirk, pulling him in for one more kiss. “I love you, husband,” he said seriously.
Shane smiled, his mind excited to share every single day with his perfect husband, and responded in kind.
“Ya tebya lyublyu.”