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"What are your daughters doing for you Bood? First Father's Day with kids that can talk right?" Wyatt's still stripping out of his gear as Ilya sits down on the bench, untying his skate laces and stretching his legs. He doesn't like admitting it but he's beginning to feel his age as both he and Shane are now in their — and this pains him most — thirties. He's not upset about aging; he's grieving his youth while all these young, attractive rookies come in and call him every possible ageist term in the book. Grandpa. Old Man. Dinosaur. This has to be some form of karma for his relentless chirping of Scott Hunter publicly in his youth but c'est la vie.
Bood's loud, gruff voice carries across the room. "Yeah, Shay and Aniya keep wanting to spoil the surprise so Cassie has threatened my life." He shakes his head while grinning at the floor. "I'm just happy to be with my girls for the whole day off. What about you Roz? Spending time with the in-laws?"
"Da." Ilya smiles at the goofy expression on Bood's face. His teammates know any day relating to family tends to be difficult for him. They don't know all the details, though he's opened up more to Troy, Bood and Wyatt, but they know enough about his relationships with his mother and father. And now he has two new beautiful parents: Yuna and David Hollander. "We'll start at Shane's parents then come back to host our "lost puppy's gathering"."
"We're not calling it that Ilya." Shane's voice startles him, not expecting it directly behind him. He leans his head backwards to look up at his handsome husband; Shane's dripping with water from his shower, droplets slowly moving down the wide expanse of his chest and into the lines of his abs. Shane gently pushes at his husband's head to get him to stop staring and Ilya goes willingly. He grabs Shane's wrist and presses two light kisses to the area where his pulse silently thrums underneath the skin. "Don't try to butter me up, you forgot to grab Dad's Father's Day gift after I reminded you three times."
"You didn't put in on fridge calendar!" Ilya argues indignantly. "And he is not my father." Shane's right brow raises, clearly willing to rise to the bait of this exact statement.
"Oh? Is that so? I'll make sure to inform him of that next time he's looking for "bonding gifts" for his kids." He moves to his locker and pulls out his going home clothes. "See if your attitude gets you anything come Christmas time."
Ilya has to look away when Shane removes his towel or risk popping an erection and they've already spent too much on the PDA jar this week. The parameters have been expanded to any team outing so they've been skating on thin ice. Shane's put him on a ban until they get their debt back under control. It's been a torturous week and a half of not being able to touch, hug or kiss his husband in public.
He stands and stretches his back, grabbing his shower supplies and heading towards the deserted team showers. Ilya typically waits for his teammates to finish their showers before taking his, in case his sexy husband wishes to join him. This has been his routine so even if Shane and he aren't touching one another, he follows his usual rhythm. Once finished he dries off and walks into the now almost empty locker room. Luca and a few of the other rookies remain, mostly those who won't be visiting their fathers on Sunday.
"Ready to go?" Shane's voice draws his attention back, standing behind Ilya's right side, holding both their bags. Ilya's heart skips a beat at the reminder of his husband's caring nature. Always so eager to please him.
Ilya nods and turns back to the rookies. "Everyone will behave when you come over on Sunday? Won't have to babysit all of you?" He receives a group of vigorous head nods and smirks, satisfied. "Okay. Come over after seven pm. You can bring dates but don't get so drunk you cannot go home." They all nod again so Shane and Ilya head out. They have a gift to finish for David.
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"I can't believe you said that in front of my parents. Now I can't look at Dad for at least two months." Shane's aggressively setting up snacks on the dining table: bowls of pretzels, chips and a veggie tray, enough to feed a small army. "Ilya you have to apologize for us."
"Shane," Ilya whines dramatically, "they know it was joke. They know we were not hooking up in the bathroom." Shane glares at him.
"Don't." His tone sends a chill down Ilya's spine. His Shane rarely gets dominant but when he does, it's a pleasant surprise. He sidles up behind his husband and places a palm on his hip, pulling him back against his front.
"Sweetheart," he whispers into the back of Shane's neck. "Let me make it up to you." Ilya places kisses from Shane's hairline to the spot directly above where the collar of his shirt covers, causing Shane to sigh, close his eyes and just feel.
"Ilya, no. The guys will be here in no time, shit it's almost seven." Shane leans back into Ilya for less than a minute before tearing himself away. He finishes placing the food out and looks back over to make sure nothing is out of place. "Okay, join me outside when you're ready." Ilya groans softly to himself, worked up but he simply readjusts himself in his pants and follows Shane outside to wait for their guests to arrive.
Two Hours Later
Like most Hollander-Rozanov festivities, alcohol is involved. Shane has loosened up in his diet but is still fairly rigorous about his routine. Ilya has slowed down in his “older age” but sometimes does his best to keep up with the rookies. Shane’s a little tipsy off of one glass of champagne and half a beer. Ilya convinced him to take one shot of tequila (Let's celebrate Shane! The season is going well so far, we need to enjoy this) and how his head is fuzzy, his limbs loose.
They’re sitting out on their deck with Luca to their right and Troy and Harris to their left. They're hosting a small gathering for some of their closer teammates; Troy and Harris, Luca, Bood and Cassie and Wyatt and Lisa. The couples are cuddled together on their deck, sipping slowly on their drinks. Luca is sloshed with his eyes closing sleepily.
“C’ptain,” he slurs. “Thanksss for t’e inviteee.” Ilya laughs at his rookie while kneading Shane’s calves that lie in his lap. Shane adjusts his position and sinks further into his husband's hold.
“Having a good time Luca?” The rookie nods enthusiastically, smiling lazily at the couple. His hair is tousled and he's practically sliding off the loveseat on the deck but he's relaxed and content where he lounges. “Bst time Cap.” His head promptly drops back on the rest.
Troy snorts. “You two really wore him out huh?” Harris sits casually on his lap, giggling at Luca’s antics. “How’s the day been for you two?” They're winding down from Father's Day celebrations, everyone needing a proper moment of cooling off from spending hours with in-laws and extended family. Cassie is asleep with her head in Bood's lap while the dope stares down at her with a huge smile, running his fingers softly through her curls.
Shane leans his head on Ilya’s shoulder and softly sighs at the massage to his legs. “It’s been good,” he nuzzles into Ilya’s neck. The alcohol is clearly beginning to effect him more. “Mom and Dad enjoyed the time we spent with them.” Ilya smiles remembering how heated their annual Monopoly board game became earlier in the day. Yuna had to implement a rule in the previous year that the game was only allowed on Father's Day as Shane and Ilya had accidentally broke the coffee table when trying to one up each other. They had no choice but agree to the terms and take the week leading up to Father's Day preparing themselves.
Shane won to Ilya's playful disappointment. He'd make it up later.
Troy raises a brow. Clearly he's drunker than he or anyone else anticipated because he says,“Why didn’t you spend the whole day with them? Needed to spend time with your other daddy?” Harris smacks his chest gently and tells him to hush but the words send tingles up Shane’s spine. Troy calling Ilya his daddy.
Oh.
Oh.
"How about a party game?" Everyone groans at Wyatt's suggestion but secretly were waiting for someone to offer a salacious activity. Many of the rookies had already left to pursue late night clubbing and or find a hookup, so with the remaining couples, and Luca, a party game turned naughty would be an excellent way to finish the evening.
"Sure," Harris smiles at Wyatt from his seat across the patio, "what should we play?"
"Uhhhh."
Bood rolls his eyes at his goalie. "Hayes you were the one who wanted to play something!" He moves his hand while talking and spills some of his beer onto the deck. "Oops. Cap, Hollander, I'll clean that."
Shane snorts. "Clean it how Boodram? Going to pressure wash our deck at," he glances at his watch, "ten pm on Father's Day?"
Bood's jaw drops. Hollander is known for his witty retorts from time to time but tipsy Hollander gets sassy. Who knew.
Ilya presses a light kiss to the side of Shane's head and huffs a laugh. His husband becomes very fun when he's had something to loosen his inhibitions. Ilya's even convinced him to smoke a few times — two to be exact — and one of those times included their teammates. Shane does get unbearably horny from smoking so they had to promptly exit but it was an interesting experiment of his restraint.
Cassie sits up, her curls sliding off her shoulders and jostling her husband's arm from his hold. "What about Never Have I Ever?"
Lisa groans. "Cas that's a game for children. Besides what could we possibly say as adults that we haven't all tried?"
"Are you forgetting that half this grouping is queer men Lis?" Harris slides to sit beside Troy, his fiancé pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder before looping his arm back around his waist, and levels her with a look. "There is plenty I'm sure you and Wyatt, no offense, haven't done." Wyatt shrugs in acknowledgment to that objectively true statement.
"Oh yeah?" Lisa now moves to sit up properly and elbows Wyatt in the chest. "Oh sorry baby, I'm sorry." She slides her hand across his chest, rubbing in soothing circles, while Wyatt fakes being actually injured, lip quivering and tears forming. "Harris Drover if you'd like to issue a challenge then so be it."
The tension is rising but not in a serious manner. A bunch of NHL hockey players marrying even more competitive spouses, who could have seen this coming. Every couple, and Luca, settles into a comfortable position and turn to Wyatt. "Oh you want me to start?"
Shane rolls his eyes. "It was your idea Hayes. Go ahead and try to shock us."
"I don't want to go first! That's too much pressure." He turns his eyes to Ilya. "Cap you go ahead."
"Fine, since Wyatt is chicken, I will tell something I have never done before." He taps his free pointer finger against his chin for a few moments, playing into the narrative that he's done most things, and smiles wide. "Never Have I Ever dated a woman." The whole group begins arguing.
"What? That can't possibly be true Cap, you've been seen with so many women."
"Is true, but I have never dated them. Just hooked up here and there."
Troy fakes disgust. "So you're really just a dog then Roz? Never actually wined and dined anyone?"
Ilya draws Shane closer to him and traces the exposed area on his hip where his shirt rides up. His thumb is warm and the sensation is lulling Shane to sleep, the deep timbre of his voice not aiding the situation. "Never wined and dined a woman, no. But have dated someone. The same someone I eventually married. Twice." Shane's heart stutters at his husband's admission. Lisa and Cassie coo softly at how domestic the men surrounding them are.
"Aww Ilya that's so sweet. Ok everyone who has dated a woman, come on put a finger down." The only shocking response was Troy.
Harris looks at his hand then back to him. "When did you date a woman?"
Troy's sheepish but he replies. "For like two months before Adrian. It was good PR and my agent insisted upon it but now that news has been buried for so long I'm sure no one knows it even happened."
Satisfied with his answer, Cassie takes the next turn. "Never Have I Ever had an orgasm from anal sex." Lisa grumbles something that sounds vaguely similar to I told you that in confidence and puts her finger down along with half the group. Bood and Luca also put their fingers down.
"Bood?" Wyatt's look of surprise is one of half admiration and half horror. "You've been fucked?" Bood shrugs.
"Cassie and I like to take turns. I understand why gay men enjoy it, hitting your prostate is one of the best feelings in the world." A wild cheer erupts across the circle and the attention is turned to poor Luca. "Now Rookie, who have you been hooking up with?"
"No one as of late!" He rushes to get out. "But yes, I like both men and women." Ilya reaches over to clap him on the shoulder.
"Like me Haasy? You should have told me sooner! Could have found you beautiful someone to hook up with." Luca smiles at the bottle in his hand. He's clearly sobered up quite a bit and should be ready to drive home when the party officially winds down.
"Yes but I believe the term for me is pansexual. Or maybe just queer? I don't really know if I have a label." Harris smiles at Luca from his seat on the other side of him.
"That's ok Luca, I'm happy to talk more about it if you'd like. Or we could try to attend a local club meeting together? Totally up to your comfort level but please know you have so many people to turn to if you feel lost." He waves his hand towards the group. "All of us just want to see you happy."
Luca's smile widens further, showing off his adorable dimples, and he adjusts his glasses. "Thank you guys. I'm okay for now but will come to talk if I need. Thank you Harris."
"Alright enough mushy shit," Wyatt interrupts. "My turn now."
"Oh so now you decide you want to go." Lisa playfully pokes his side and watches him squirm away from her touch.
"Stop it! I had time to consider a good one. Okay, Never Have I Ever called my partner daddy or asked them to call me daddy." Eyes cautiously move around the circle but ultimately focus on Ilya and Shane. This was a growing topic of interest in the locker room, for reasons unknown to man, and there is even a small betting pool on whether or not Cap and his husband in engage in this level of kink. They are kinky and fairly outwardly so, at least visibly in the locker room, so many put money down betting that they do. Shock registers on the group's faces as Ilya's finger goes down but not Shane's.
“Wow Rozanov, don’t like Hollander calling you Daddy?” Troy quips with another light punch from Harris. "What? I'm surprised that's all. Those two are freaks in the locker room that's for sure."
"Yeah," Bood agrees, "I can't say I'm not surprised after Roz came in that one time with deep red scratches down his back and a hickey the size of a puck on his neck." Shane sinks further into his seat.
"It wasn't that bad, you're exaggerating Bood. As if I could suck any type of mark that large into his skin." He mumbles the last bit to himself but his pouting demeanor gives away his mood.
"Oh am I Shane? Cap hissed the entire time he put his gear on that day. We won the game, but still. You ravaged that man and destroyed his poor back." Shane glares at his teammate. He's not had any issues with Bood before but now he wants to launch his empty solo cup at his head.
He bites his lip. “We haven’t discussed it. I don’t care if his previous partners have called him that. Just doesn't interest me as much I think.” His shrug is half-hearted, feigning nonchalance. The truth being that he actually wants to know desperately if that's something Ilya would like to try. With him. Ilya still tends to give playful responses whenever Shane asks about his previous hookups, reassuring him that what they do is enough. He doesn't need more if Shane doesn't.
But Shane's a curious person. Possibly too curious for his own good. And his mama always said you'll never know unless you ask.
Troy latches onto the last two words. “You think? Maybe you and Cap should try it Shane, you’re missing out.” He yelps as Harris pinches his arm, cheeks burning at how loose lipped his fiancé is when drunk. “There will be no kink shaming at this BBQ or games over.”
Cassie cheers. “Hear, Hear Harris!” And the game continues on. Ilya's out first, many of the groups' questions began to feel targeted at the halfway mark but he's a good sport, but Shane’s been quiet for too long. Ilya notices how he traces the back of his hand with his thumb and refuses to look at anyone in the group. Ilya nudges his shoulder with his own.
“Want to help me get a refill?” Shane nods and stands up. They ignore their teammates calls for them and head inside the empty house.
“Are they being too much?” Ilya stands a few inches in front of him. “Can tell them off for pushing too far.” He's careful not too corner Shane, doesn't want him to feel trapped, but he stays here so he can watch his response. Shane leans into his husband as Ilya wraps his arms around his waist and they wait in silence for a minute.
“No it’s not that I’ve just been thinking.” He doesn't say anything further so Ilya prompts him lightly.
“Thinking about what?” Shane can take a while to respond when he's anxious so Ilya has learned to be a patient man. Loving someone as much as they love one another can do that to a person. Make them mushy and considerate and soft-hearted. Ilya wouldn't choose to be any other way.
Shane raises his head to meet Ilya's eyes, braver than he dare to consider himself. “I think I want to try calling you Daddy.” Suddenly Ilya can’t think straight. His ears have a light rushing noise as the blood in his head flows to his dick, immediately hardening.
Shane bites his lower lip. Ilya’s been quiet far too long. “Unless you wouldn’t want to do that with me… you did say you didn’t like it before. God Ilya just ignore I said anything, this is so embarrassing.” He’s already trying to walk away from the situation and Ilya should really say something and reassure him but it’s hard when his dick is swelling and he can feel the precum against the seam in his boxers and—
“Was it really that much?” He’s broken out of his trance to see his husband looking nervous, pausing in his attempt to escape to finish this half-spoken conversation. “I’m sorry if it was too weird. I just thought— I hoped we could try something different… This is hard to get out. Fuck. I’m sorry. I just thought you meant with previous partners but I guess… why would that make me the exception right?” His smile doesn't meet his eyes when he looks back up to Ilya. He's tense and looks ready to bolt as soon he's far enough away that he can't be stopped. Ilya needs to fix this.
“Shane,” he croaks. “Not too much. Sorry. My dick got so hard just now, had to take a minute to breathe.” Shane’s looking at him like he’s lying so he grips his hips and angles his erection directly against Shane’s crotch. Shane gasps softly and Ilya watches his knees buckle ever so slightly. His large hand is on his lower back before he fully collapses, holding his weight and helping him remain balanced.
Ilya's lips find their way to Shane's ear, warm breath causing shivers to run down his spine. “I think we should kick the rest of our guests out so I can take you to the bedroom and fuck you how you want, what do you think?” Shane is already too far gone to do more than nod and mumble a quiet yes so Ilya walks him to their couch in the living room, far enough out of sight that their teammates won't witness him needy and unable to stop from touching himself, and proceeds to stick his head out the patio door.
"Has been fun night, thank you all for celebrating important day with us, but now is time to go home. If Luca is too gone someone please make sure he gets home." Luca's head lifts off the bench he's lying on to stare at his captain before it clicks that they're being kicked out. He springs up and is already halfway to his car.
"Am good Cap! Will drive myself home. Thank you, goodnight!" The remaining couples gather their belongings and follow Luca, shouting goodbyes behind them.
Troy stands and stretches, grabbing Harris' hand and turning to their hosts. "Thank you two for hosting. Make sure to get some sleep tonight, long week ahead with the road trip." He winks and Harris tugs him along with laughter dying the further out they get. Tires squeal as they head out down the long drive-way.
Finally Ilya is able to return to his husband. The sight he returns too in the living room should be captured on film; Shane holding one of their firmer throw pillows on his lap and rutting quick, short strokes upwards against the material. Drool coming out the side of his mouth as he pants, glassy eyed and looking up to Ilya. His husband moves his thumb across Shane's chin, glides over his heated skin and slowly enters Shane's mouth.
"Suck." His voice is gravely but the whine he receives from Shane makes his dick twitch. "Good boy, listen so well. Ready to go to bedroom now?" He nods while lightly scraping his teeth along Ilya's knuckle. "Let's go then. Can you walk?" Again Shane nods and stands on shaking legs. A sturdy arm finds his waist and leads him down the hall to their bedroom. Shane yelps when Ilya lifts him and throws him onto their bed.
"Will help you remove your clothes first, be good for me malysh." Warm hands pull lightly at his shirt and Shane obediently lifts his arms so Ilya can help him out of his clothes. Those same hands trail down to his shorts, unbutton and pull the fly down and help him shimmy them off his legs. "Now hands underneath your thighs." His hands immediately go underneath his sweaty thighs and he focuses back on Ilya.
"Such an excellent listener, want to do so well for me don't you?" Another small nod. "Speak for me Shane. Need your voice to know you want this."
"Yes, want it so badly, fucking please Ilya." A light slap to his cheek, not hard enough to hurt but enough impact to mean behave.
"What do you call me?"
"Sir please—"
Ilya grabs Shane's chin roughly. "That is not what you call me. Say it properly or I leave you here, dripping, without permission to touch yourself so you remain desperate all night."
Shane chokes at the sudden rush of arousal. Fuck.
"Please…" Feigning innocence but the spark of mischief in his eye gives him away. "Daddy. I need you."
Ilya's smug look is almost enough to satisfy Shane. Almost. If only he wasn't leaking obscenely in his boxers, a wet patch spreading against the dark material, with no reprieve for how unbearably turned on he is.
"Will take care of you, do not worry sweetheart. Now crawl up to the headboard and lie back against the pillows. Will fuck your mouth before fucking you." Shane's scrambling before Ilya even finishes his instructions, elbow catching the wooden frame and lightly cursing at the fresh pain. "So fucking eager, like a rabid animal. You will be fucked tonight by Daddy, don't worry."
Arms relaxed at his sides, Shane's hips hump once into the air at Ilya's words but he stills them before he's reprimanded. Ilya will leave him here, denied an orgasm, if he doesn't behave. Patiently he waits for his husband to remove his own clothing and join him at the headboard.
Ilya chuckles lowly as he takes his shirt off, then shorts, then his dark blue boxer briefs. Shane's still drooling slightly from earlier so witnessing his husband perform a strip tease only increases the amount of saliva running out the side of his mouth. Ilya crawls up the bed but stops at Shane's hips. Again his warm hands are on Shane and he's tugging down his boxers, slowly slowly slowly, until Shane absently kicks at his leg. He receives a pinch to his thigh and a growl.
"Misbehave like that again and we stop. No touching your dick, no getting off." Ilya knows his husband is slipping away into that delicious space between being there, with him in the present, and off to the clouds. He crawls the rest of the way up Shane's naked body and grabs his chin again, though much gentler. "Shane, sweetheart? Are you still with me?"
Shane's glassy eyes meet his, a dribble of spit sliding down the left side of his chin, and he hums in affirmation. Ilya leans in and presses two quick kisses to each side of his mouth. His tongue darts out to collect some of Shane's spit. "What's the safeword malysh?" A kiss pressed to his cheek.
A gravely noise escapes Shane's mouth. "Dinosaur." Though he never really approved of using one of his husband's taunts he calls his role model as a safeword, Shane has to admit that the few times they've had to use it, the effectiveness has worked one hundred percent. No offense to Scott Hunter of course. Almost as if the word flips the switch in Ilya's horny brain off. Immediately.
"That's right. Again such a quick learner, so good for me. Want to keep being good for me?" Shane whimpers and nods. Ilya loves watching his husband lose control and slip into a submissive nature he rarely shows to anyone outside of him. Granted, it would not be good for one of their sex tapes to be leaked, but Ilya would proudly boast how into him his husband is. "Okay. Stick your tongue out, relax your jaw and I will fuck your throat."
Shane's jaw drops, tongue lolling out, making a mess of saliva all over his chin, dripping down onto his chest, and hums softly. The vibrations that Ilya can feel against Shane's neck has precum pulsing out of his dick. He reaches to jerk himself off a few times, sliding the clear fluid over his tip and to the base of his dick before moving to Shane's lips and pressing the head softly to his bottom lip. Shane's mouth opens further instinctively as his husband feeds him his cock. "That's it, easy now. Take as much as you can, don't force yourself to take more malysh. Already so gone for my cock and we've barely even started." He slides further into the wet heat of Shane's mouth, who is making tiny grunting noises and clearly resisting the urge to hump the air, and hisses when he bumps against the back of his throat. "Fuck such a perfect hole for me. Whether it's your mouth or your ass, always able to take me so well. Take Daddy so well."
The term has never done much for Ilya before. He was neutral on the use of it with partners, allowed them to refer to him as such if it brought them pleasure, but the moment the title left his lips, Shane's eyes flutter closed and he releases the most pathetic whimper around Ilya's dick and Ilya has to grip the base to prevent him from cumming too early.
"Fuck Shane, calm down. This will end too quickly if you keep doing that and you want me to fuck you." Shane tenses at the potential of not being fucked that evening, to which Ilya reaches for his hair to lightly pet at him, soothing him. He nuzzles his head into his husband's palm, sweaty skin against Ilya's rough touch, and breathes out slowly through his nose. Ilya is right. He has to slow down or they'll both be too close too quickly and ruin all the fun.
Ilya slowly slides backwards out of Shane's mouth, just enough to let his husband breathe again, then pushes back in even slower. He repeats this process a few times while analyzing his husband's face for signs of distress. All that's found is snot, spit, and tears as Shane keeps his throat as open as possible for Ilya to fuck into. Every third thrust ends with a gagging noise as Ilya's tip scrapes against the spongy space —the tears falling from Shane's eyes make him look like a well and fucked man— at the very back. Ilya groans at how fucking amazing it all feels. Overwhelmingly tight, sinfully hot and devastatingly not far enough inside. Ilya wants to fuck his husband but he'll have to prep him first.
"Enough, enough. Take my cock so well every time. I remember when we first hooked up and you could barely take a few inches and now you deep throat like a slut."
Shane coughs once Ilya has fully pulled out, spit falling freely onto the bedspread. "Fuck off." His voice sounds wrecked, garbled and he will definitely need some tea and honey when they're done.
Ilya grabs his hair and tugs his head backwards to look up as he towers over him. "Now you wish to be rude? Strike two Shane. You should be grateful I'm in such a good mood tonight and need to fuck your tight ass. Otherwise I'd tie you up, gag you and watch a movie in the living room while you suffer." Shane's dick twitches. "Interesting. Not tonight, will do another time."
He lets go of Shane's hair and leans in to press kisses down his chest. Pausing to bite harshly at his right nipple before continuing the journey to his crotch. Ilya blows hotly on Shane's dick, making his husband squirm, before pressing two kisses to the head. He takes Shane into his mouth and sucks lightly for a minute before popping off with an obscene noise. Precum dribbles down his chin; he wipes it off on his thumb and feeds it to Shane, who gladly accepts the thumb back into his mouth. "So wet for me, really the perfect slut. No one else could take care of you like this. Perfect for me and needy for my cock."
"Yes daddy," Shane replies muffled with the thumb still in his mouth. His eyes are half-lidded, his brown nipples beautifully hard and now with a bite mark on his right side, his dick twitching endlessly against his thigh where Ilya left it. Shane Hollander is a work of art when fully clothed; he's a figure to devote endless worship to when he's naked.
"Good boy. Suck your fill while I finger you." Ilya's eyes finally move down to Shane's hole and he pauses in surprise. A purple buttplug, one of their absolute favorites because it's the perfect girth to satisfy Shane, is visible from this angle. "Oh my Shane, have you been this desperate all night? How did you not give it away earlier when we were surrounded by our friends? You had this in the entire time and cracked jokes with our teammates as if you weren't being the neediest slut in the world?"
"Not-ah-not all night." Ilya's fingers have grasped the bottom of the plug and slowly pulled it halfway out before pushing it back in. Shane's removed the thumb from his mouth to reply. "When I came inside to use the bathroom—hngh—before the game, I quickly fingered myself and put it in. Yes daddy, please more."
"You assumed we would fuck tonight? Presumptuous little slut aren't you?"
"No, no," he's shaking his head as he says it, which is downright adorable. Ilya's two hundred plus pound husband melting in the palm of his hand all because the plug is hitting his prostate just right. "Was going to beg if I had too. You just looked so good tonight in your button-up shirt and tight shorts. Fuck, I need you. Now please just fuck me."
"Ask a little nicer than that."
"Daddy please fuck me, I've been so good and need you inside me." He grabs Ilya's free hand and brings it to his lower stomach, presses down. "Need you here."
The growl Ilya lets out surprises them both, only to break the scene for a split second, and he's fully removing the lubed plug from Shane. He takes a moment to watch Shane's ass gape, flutter open and shut for a few seconds, then he's wrapping his hand around Shane again to collect some of his precum. Quiet whimpers fill the room as Shane's overly sensitive dick is worked with Ilya's rough hand and then it's gone. He blinks his eyes open to see his husband jerking himself off for a few strokes, covering himself properly, and then he's lining up against his hole.
Shane's legs instinctively wrap around his husband's waist as he breaches him. His body tenses slightly so Ilya kisses along his neck, whispering words of encouragement against his feverish skin. "Been such a good boy for me today malysh. Taking me so well, waiting so patiently. Let daddy take care of you and give you what you need. Relax for me."
Instantly his body begins loosening, muscles releasing from the taunt positions they held, and Ilya is pressing flush against him. He's fully seated within, hips against the backs of Shane's thighs, his dick twitching inside the warmth of his husband. "Oh fuck Shane. How are you still so tight after having a plug in half the night?"
"Don't-fuck-don't know. Just feels so good daddy." Shane's hand wanders down to his lower stomach. "Oh fuck, you're here. Right here daddy I can feel you." Ilya's hips move forward and the slightest bulge protrudes where Shane's hand lies.
"Fuck… you're so hot. Need to fuck you now, okay?" Shane's nodding, pleading, and Ilya pulls back out to roughly fuck back into him. He sets an easy pace to maintain and focuses on how rough he can fuck his husband to witness the bulge without hurting him internally. It's fucking sexy but Ilya is big and doesn't want to leave lasting damage to Shane.
Though his husband seems to care less. He's mewling and pressing down on the stretch of stomach where Ilya's dick presses against every time he fully enters Shane. "Fuck yeah, daddy thank you. Right there please don't stop keep going right there. You're so deep in me, could put a baby in me." Another softer growl from Ilya. "You like that idea? F-fuck I do too daddy. Next time we'll keep going til I'm pregnant. As many times as it-fuck, fuck-takes." He grips Ilya's shoulder with his free hand and digs his nails into him so tightly, blood begins bubbling up from underneath his hold. "Won't last long daddy—" A sharp thrust cuts him off.
Ilya presses in close to Shane's ear and huffs. "Me either. My little minx all over me all evening as if he can't get enough of me. Then come to find out he made scheme so I would fuck him tonight. Such a naughty slut." A particularly deep thrust has his head falling into the crook of Shane's neck. "Sucking daddy in so well, so hot and tight. Going to cum soon."
"Uh uh—daddy me too." His words slurring near the end as his nerves are on fire. Back into that headspace that is all floaty and feels good and Ilya always takes care of him. "Please daddy please I need too, please just a little more."
Ilya's hand comes up to wrap around Shane and he's tugging for less than five strokes before Shane's head falls back onto the pillow and he's cumming. Stripes of white hit him as far as his open mouth. Ilya's always been impressed at how his husband is capable of producing not only so much cum but also shooting it so far. He strokes him a few more times before Shane's trembling becomes too much and he eases his hand away.
Taking the opportunity, Shane leans into Ilya's neck and mouths along his pulse point. "Such a giver. I was curious about this and instead of shooting me down, you indulged me. I love you so much, you take such good care of me." Ilya's thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier as his husband's words soothe his frantic movements. Reassurance is something only they can provide one another when they're stuck in their heads. "Now come on daddy, give it to me. Cum inside me and make sure it knocks me up." The concept of breeding has been one they've tiptoed around for a while, neither really wanting to admit how hot they both found it, but bringing it in and combining it with daddy. Ilya can't hold back anymore.
"Fuck, Shane fuck." He's again flush inside of his husband when his orgasm hits. Shane moans softly at the twitching of Ilya's dick inside of him, patting softly at the area on his stomach where he can feel him. Ilya's orgasm lasts for a few minutes, his arms shaking as he holds himself up, then finally he's done. Gently lowering himself on top of his husband, he rests his head on Shane's chest and takes deep breaths.
"Fuck. That was…"
"So hot." Shane finishes his thought then proceeds to let out a soft giggle. Ilya tilts his head upwards to look fondly at him. Sweat soaked skin, flushed cheeks, hair plastered to his forehead. He's never been more beautiful than in the afterglow of an orgasm.
Ilya leans over to press a kiss to his sternum. "Thank you for asking for what you want malysh. Will give you anything you ask for."
"Thank you for indulging my curiosity. I've never had a desire to be adventurous in bed until you and you've brought out a side of me I've never known. What did you think about me calling you that?"
Ilya snorts. "You can't say daddy now after begging me to fuck you? After begging me to put baby in you?"
"Fuck you." Shane's smiling as he rakes his fingers through the curls at the back of Ilya's head. "I can be awkward about it even if I said it in the moment."
Ilya presses another kiss. "Yes, did not like it so much when others used it but when you do, fuck Shane. Feels like achieving a shutout on the ice. Makes my head spin and blood rush through my veins."
"So you'd be interested in using it again in the future?"
"Da. Whatever you find attractive, I believe I also find attractive. Harris would call me a Shanesexual."
A light hit to his shoulder and they're both smiling. Shane looks down where Ilya is still inside him and cringes. "Okay time to pull out and clean up. Please."
Ilya laughs and slowly pulls himself out of his husband, hisses coming from both of them, and leans back to watch his cum slide out. A sight to witness; Ilya's cum sliding slowly out of his husband's ass. And he's the only one who gets to see it. Amazing.
"Let us take a shower malysh, then I'll make you tea and change sheets."
Shane props himself up on his elbows and softly whispers.
"I love you Ilya."
"I love you Shane."