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“Fuck, Ilya,” Shane moaned and gripped the pillow under his head, scrunching it up to muffle his moans. He had no idea which one of his teammates was in the room next to them, but Shane wasn’t keen on giving that person a show. Staying quiet was hard when he had Ilya deep inside his guts, giving him the pounding of his life.
For some reason, their sex was always so much hotter and more exciting when they were on the road with their team. The pre-game sex was their ritual, the harder they fucked, the better they played.
“Oh my god, fuck Rozanov.” Shane couldn’t hold in his moans. Not when he was getting so close with Ilya’s hands gripping his hips so hard it would surely leave bruises.
“You going to come, Hollander?” Ilya grunted behind him, putting one foot up on the mattress to be able to pound even harder, pouring all his strength into making his husband come handsfree as well as chasing his own release. Something was off, though, Ilya could tell his orgasm just didn’t approach as quickly as it usually would. Normally by the time Shane was ready to come, Ilya wasn’t far behind. Today, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to come inside of Shane without overstimulating him.
The obscene sounds of skin slapping together filled the room with every one of Ilya’s moves, his balls slapping against Shane’s ass. “Come on, Hollander. Give me that fucking load, I want it,” Ilya moaned his encouragement. It did the trick.
Shane bit down on the pillow hard as he cried out in pleasure and shot thick ropes of cum all over the fresh sheets.
Ilya kept thrusting, trying to get himself close, desperately wanting to come inside of his husband. Once he heard Shane start to whimper Ilya stilled. He wanted Shane to enjoy this, so as soon as it wasn’t enjoyable for Shane anymore, Ilya pulled out.
“Ilya?” Shane looked over his shoulder with an utterly confused and slightly worried expression. At first, he looked at his face before his gaze dropped to Ilya’s still very hard erection.
“I just…seem to need a little more tonight,” Ilya excused the weird circumstances, but he was ashamed. “Don’t want to overstimulate you so I will pull out and maybe, if you want to, you could…”
“I will suck you!” Shane interrupted. “If I may,” he added, suddenly embarrassed about his enthusiasm.
Ilya laughed, amused and endeared at the same time. Shane’s oral fixation mixed with his obsession with Ilya’s dick might be one of Ilya’s favorite things about him. “I would love to feel your mouth,” Ilya gave Shane the permission, and immediately Shane dove in, disappearing between Ilya’s legs.
The first contact of Shane’s wet, warm tongue with Ilya’s slit made him yelp, his tip was so sensitive that it felt good, it tickled and almost stung a little at the same time.
“God, Shane,” Ilya whimpered, arching his back off the mattress and gripping the sheets in an attempt to ground himself. Usually, he would have come already, he didn’t know why his dick just wouldn’t do it. Ilya had felt close to coming several times, but it had always slipped away again.
Shane didn’t want to tease Ilya, sensing how extremely desperate he was so he just flicked his tongue over the slit a few times, lapping away the precum that constantly oozed out, before he wrapped his pink, plump lips around the tip wholly.
“Yes, oh my god!” Ilya groaned, unable to keep still, unable to refrain from thrusting his hips up into the soft heat enveloping his tip. “Suck it,” he pleaded. “I need it so much.”
Shane obliged, hollowed his cheeks and sucked forcefully while fondling Ilya’s balls at the same time. They were drawn up tight to Ilya’s body, felt full and heavy as Shane gently rolled them in his palm.
Ilya’s dick twitched forcefully inside of Shane’s mouth, a salty drop of precum leaked onto Shane’s tongue and with a slurping sound he began bobbing his head up and down, then massaged the sensitive part under the head of Ilya’s dick with his tongue, before going back to sucking.
Shane had gotten so good at this, Ilya thought, as he was slowly being lifted straight to heaven by his husband’s amazing mouth. The feeling of impending orgasm slowly but gradually crept up on Ilya again. The knot forming in his abdomen tightened and tightened and was just about to explode, when… nothing happened.
“FUCK!” Ilya cried out in utter frustration when his body went limb again. The tension in his groin didn’t subside but an orgasm was way out of reach again, Ilya felt defeated and even Shane noticed something was wrong when he let Ilya’s dick slip out of his mouth.
“Ilya, are you okay?” Shane sounded seriously concerned, crawled up until he was on eye level with his husband and gently stroked over his cheek, before he leaned in to kiss the mole there. Shane was pretty much obsessed with it and would use every opportunity he had to kiss it.
Ilya wanted to cry and die and come, for fucks sake, he needed to come, why was it so hard to get there?
“I don’t know, Shane, I…” Ilya tried to answer but he had no clue what was wrong with his body. He looked down on himself, pitifully stared at his poor, swollen cock that had the shade of bright red and left a puddle of precum just below his belly button. More oozed out of the slit with every time his dick throbbed.
“Fuck, come on,” Ilya tried to cheer his own cock on when he brought his own hand down to wrap around it. The tight squeeze he immediately used to rub himself made him hiss, drawing in air through gritted teeth.
Shane didn’t know what to do. He lay next to Ilya utterly clueless of how to help him and just watched as Ilya gave his dick a few forceful tugs, pulled the foreskin back and forth over the thick head with obscenely wet noises created by the mixture of lube and precum coating his cock.
Every now and then Ilya’s legs twitched, his thigh muscles flexing and Shane watched Ilya’s toes curl as he tensed every muscle in his body, desperately jerking himself off.
The orgasm was building again. Ilya felt it in his abdomen, felt the tension in his balls and the pressure in his dick increase. He sped up the movements of his hand, brought the other one down to squeeze his balls and tensed all the muscles of his abdomen as he fucked up into his own fist a little, trying to help himself along.
“Yes, oh my god,” Ilya groaned as he felt like this would finally be it. He felt the sperm right there at the base of his dick, ready to come flying out in what would for sure be an orgasm as intense as he hadn’t had it in a long while.
Shane watched everything that happened so quickly and yet it felt like he was watching it in slow motion. He watched the frantic movements of Ilya’s hips, the tight grip of his hand that looked almost painful. Shane saw Ilya’s strained face; proof of how much effort it took him to coax his body into letting go. Shane also noticed the exact moment that Ilya realized it wouldn’t succeed. The realization on Ilya’s face mixed with utter frustration and something that looked dangerously similar to upcoming panic.
“Ilya,” Shane spoke softly and placed his hand on Ilya’s chest to get his attention. Once his husband looked at him, Shane smiled encouragingly. “Calm down a little, okay? Please, this is not getting you anywhere, give your body a break.”
Ilya swallowed hard, loosened the death grip he had on his dick and let his hand flop onto the mattress next to him, not without whimpering quietly. His dick was so hard it hurt; he had involuntarily been edged by his own body three times and the need was so urgent that not touching himself almost felt like an impossible task. Ilya knew that Shane was probably right, though.
Shane breathed slowly, regularly for Ilya to match. It took a moment but eventually they breathed together steadily.
“Good boy,” Shane praised in a gentle way. “That’s it, slow breaths, calm down. Exactly like that.”
“Shane, it hurts,” Ilya whimpered and looked down once more to where his dick was still hard and throbbing. He wanted to touch it, wanted Shane to touch it, wanted to just finally come. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I was so close but then it… slipped out of my reach. Every time.”
Shane gently followed the line of Ilya’s clavicle with his index finger. Touches that were soft, not meant to tease Ilya’s overworked body even more.
“Are you stressed? Is there something on your mind that maybe keeps you from relaxing?”
Ilya shook his head. “Nothing. Just you. You and how much I love you, how good you feel, I was thinking only about you and…” Ilya groaned when his dick twitched just at the thought. “… filling you up with my cum. I wanted so desperately to give it to you.”
Ilya’s voice was shaky, tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried to blink them away. He felt way too vulnerable right now, still naked, still achingly hard, embarrassed about the situation. Crying would make it so much worse, so he didn’t allow the tears to flow down his cheeks.
“It’s okay, baby, sex isn’t a performance, you know? It’s not about you being the best at it, it’s about us, about being close to each other,” Shane tried to encourage Ilya. He hated to see the traitorous shimmer in Ilya’s eyes.
“I just… I don’t know what’s wrong…” Ilya couldn’t help but reach for his dick again, giving it one slow stroke from base to tip. It felt so good and at the same time Ilya was barely able to take it, because he was so sensitive.
“Ilya…” Shane whispered while he watched Ilya’s attempts at stroking himself without getting overstimulated. “Maybe you should… stop. Give your body a break.”
“I need to come, Shane!” Ilya cried out desperately. “It fucking hurts, my balls are so tight and heavy…please, help me.”
Shane sighed, the audible desperation in Ilya’s pleading made it impossible for Shane to say no. “What do you need?” he asked. “Do you want me to stroke it for you? Should I try with my mouth again? Whatever it is, I will do it.”
Ilya drew in a shaky breath. If only he knew what it was that he needed. His own hand moved quickly on his dick and Ilya shuddered every time it grazed his sensitive tip. “I don’t know if I can take your mouth,” he eventually groaned. “So sensitive…”
Shane nodded and let his hand wander down, fingers brushing through the soft bushy treasure trail leading down to Ilya’s groin, before he gently replaced Ilya’s hand with his own.
“Fuck, Shane, please.” Ilya immediately started thrusting into Shane’s hand. He felt like only a few strokes would be needed to get him to the edge again.
Shane did his best to stroke Ilya just the way he liked it the most. Firm pressure when stroking from base to tip, twisting his hand when he reached the head, before stroking back down to the base with lighter pressure, then repeating this motion, increasing in pace.
It was perfect. Usually this got Ilya off embarrassingly quickly, Shane’s hand felt so good, was so skilled that Ilya usually lost it in no time. This time, it didn’t work. Ilya wanted to cry, to scream. Why did his body betray him like this? The only thing he was sure of for the majority of his life betrayed him in a way that made him feel utterly vulnerable and somewhat frightened.
It happened again, Ilya felt his balls tighten, his dick pulsing and his body getting ready to bust. To help along, Ilya tensed every muscle in his body to the point of his body starting to tremble. He tried to blur out all of the things going on around him, focusing merely on the feeling of his building orgasm. For just a second, Ilya thought it would actually happen this time. When he felt his seed rise up inside of his dick, the pleasurable feeling increased and… was abruptly taken from him before he was able to tip over the edge.
His dick twitched once, pathetically, a little semen seeped from his slit and ran down his shaft and this time Ilya actually let out a cry as he heavily slammed his fist onto the mattress with a dull thud. He still felt close, still felt like maybe he could do it.
“Continue, please, please, go on,” he begged as Shane’s hand came to a halt. Shane hesitated but then did as he was told and continued massaging Ilya’s heavy, desperate cock. At first, it still felt good, felt like Ilya could maybe still come, but the sensation changed quickly, turning into uncomfortable pain. Eventually Ilya had to admit he was defeated.
“Stop,” he whimpered pathetically. His voice came out quietly and sounded utterly broken, but Shane heard and understood what Ilya said and took his hand away immediately.
Once the touch stopped and Ilya had the freedom to move, he pulled his legs closer to his body as he rolled on his side, curling up into a little ball. The tears streamed down his cheeks freely now and Shane’s heart broke at the sound of Ilya sobbing.
Even though Shane wasn’t fully able to understand what Ilya felt right now, he knew how important sex was for his husband. It was a way for Ilya to express himself, the fact that his body played such cruel tricks on him must be scary.
Slowly, carefully he placed a hand on Ilya’s shoulder, not sure if he was able to bear any touch right now. The sobbing increased, but Ilya also leaned into the touch. Shane took it as a sign to gently wrap his body around the curled-up pile of misery that Ilya was right now.
“I’m sorry,” Ilya sobbed. “I’m so sorry, this was supposed to be nice evening, I ruined it.”
“No!” Shane energetically shook his head. “Nothing is ruined. It was nice, okay? I just am so sorry that you have to endure this right now. I wish I could make it better.”
Ilya sobbed again but scooted closer to Shane, pressing his body into his for comfort, allowing Shane to pull the blanket over them and wrap his arm around Ilya.
“I love you, Ilyusha. We’ll figure it out. Whatever the problem is, we will solve it. Together, because you are not alone anymore, alright? I know sometimes your depression makes you feel alone, but you’re not. Never again.”
The words touched Ilya so deeply, that his heart throbbed almost painfully. Slowly he turned around to face Shane, wrapped one arm around his husband and pulled him closer until Ilya could hide his face in the crook of Shane’s neck. He breathed in the familiar scent that was a mixture of sweat, Shane’s citrus scented shampoo, and sex. Ilya heard the sound of Shane breathing in and out regularly and felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Slowly he calmed down.
Shane kept stroking Ilya’s back, whispering soothing words to him and calling him sweet nicknames. There was nothing Shane could do to make the situation better, but he could be there for his husband and hold him through the intense emotions he must currently be experiencing. Shane felt Ilya’s cock twitching against his thigh and tried to move away just a little bit so he wouldn’t make it even worse for poor Ilya. He wanted Ilya to calm down, not get even more worked up.
A long while of silence followed. They just rested, snuggled up together. Shane absentmindedly stroked Ilya’s hair and back while Ilya tried to breathe deeply and will his erection away. It flagged eventually, but the pressure stayed.
It was late at night when Shane finally heard Ilya softly snoring next to him. Shane was glad his husband had managed to fall asleep, but he himself didn’t feel tired at all. This whole situation had his thoughts running wild, thinking about what could possibly have caused this issue and how to solve it.
Once Shane was sure Ilya was so deeply asleep that he wouldn’t wake up if Shane moved, he left the bed. Quickly, Shane slipped into some sportswear, grabbed his phone and set off to the hotel’s gym. A habit he had never gotten rid of in all those years: He went to the gym to clear his head. Every time he hit a hotel gym late at night, it reminded him of his first real encounter with Ilya. God, all the things that had happened since then. It had been a difficult journey full of laughter, tears, sex, and most importantly: love. So much love.
As Shane started a slow pace on the treadmill, he got out his phone and started googling. ‘Husband can’t come during sex’ was his first idea to type into the search engine. It didn’t really get him anywhere except into a kinky forum, so he changed his search to ‘Reasons for sexual dysfunction’.
After only a few clicks, Shane had found an interesting article and his plan to work out a little went down the drain. He just walked slowly while reading. He clicked a few links, diving further into the topic, reading several articles. He fell into a total rabbit hole, locked in on finding out what Ilya’s problem could be.
In the end, he ended up on a list of side effects of the antidepressant Ilya took and there he found it: Possible side effects may include: Sexual Dysfunction, Erectile Dysfunction, Orgasmic Disorder….
Shane continued to google solutions, how to help Ilya reach climax while he was on SSRIs, what to do to make sex enjoyable for him, nonetheless. Shane chuckled a little at the article called Tips and tricks on how to make him cum when his body bitches around on antidepressants.
Despite the funny name, the article turned out to be quite helpful. Shane learned that the more pressure Ilya would put himself under the less likely it was for him to come. If his mind was in it too much, his body would most likely just lock up and refuse to cooperate. It made sense to Shane, sex was supposed to be about letting go and shutting your brain off for a while, after all, right?
Shane came back to his hotel room with a mission about one and a half hours later. He needed to talk to Ilya about what he had found out the next day, figure out a way how to deal with this, maybe Ilya could talk about changing his antidepressant with his psychiatrist. If Shane was to be asked, he would prefer happy Ilya over anything, but he knew that for Ilya not coming during sex wasn’t an option.
The room was dark when Shane entered it silently in order not to wake Ilya up, but gentle huffs and quiet moans cut through the darkness. Maybe Ilya was awake after all?
“Ilya?” Shane asked and moved to the bed to turn on a lamp that bathed the room in soft, warm light. Ilya lay flat on his stomach; head turned towards Shane with his eyes closed. Ilya was unmistakably still sleeping, but his hips moved under the covers.
Heat rushed through Shane as he realized what was happening. He had no idea if Ilya dreamed something sexy or if his body was just still so desperate, but being a witness to Ilya humping his bed in his sleep was hotter than any wet dream Shane had ever had.
For a second, he didn’t know what to do before Shane decided to slip back under the blanket next to Ilya. They shared a blanket so they could be even closer. It was hot under it, Ilya’s worked up body radiated almost unbearable heat and Shane decided to just kick the blanket away completely, uncovering Ilya’s rocking hips.
A whimper left Ilya’s lips and for a second Shane was scared he had woken him up, but a look at his husband’s face ensured he was still asleep. Ilya looked beautiful, his peaceful sleeping face was nowhere to be found, instead his brows were furrowed, face slightly reddened, lips parted a little. Hot and sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Shane felt so in love and so turned on at this moment he was barely able to resist the urge to wake Ilya up.
“Shane,” Ilya whimpered in his sleep, moving his body to the side a little to reveal the hard, reddened shaft that was trapped between the mattress and Ilya’s body.
Since Ilya had fallen asleep naked, Shane saw the precum glistening at the tip, a shiny pearl of it sitting right at the slit. Shane wanted to lick it off, taste Ilya’s pent-up desire. No matter that they just had sex a few hours ago, Shane felt lust arise in him. He saw the stain of precum Ilya had smeared all over the covers and wished it was him that Ilya would rut against. Shane wanted Ilya’s precum smeared all over his own body. Wanted to make Ilya come, succeed and give his husband the release he so desperately needed.
With movements as subtle as possible Shane took his shirt off, then peeled off his shorts and underwear. The sight of Ilya had been so capturing that Shane had slipped into bed still wearing all his clothes. He wasn’t sweaty, all he had done was walk a littlel.
“Shane?”
This time when Shane turned his head, Ilya blinked at him with sleepy eyes. Shit.
“Sorry, did I wake you up?”
Ilya nodded and yawned sleepily. It seemed to take him a few seconds to realize what was going on, but once Ilya looked down on himself and saw his straining erection, he let his head fall into the pillow with a groan. “Oh god, not again.”
The reasonable thing would probably be to roll onto his back before Ilya would get too worked up, but he couldn’t. His dick was deliciously trapped under him, pressed into the mattress and throbbing violently.
“Shane, help me, please,” Ilya whimpered when he pressed his hips into the mattress even more.
Shane sighed with resignation. He had been so happy when Ilya had managed to calm down, and now he was back in this desperate, worked up state. He doubted that Ilya would manage to come this time, because he was once again trapped inside his head too much, too focused on forcing his body to orgasm.
In his head Shane remembered one of the articles. Okay, he could do this.
“You trust me, right?” Shane asked, pushing himself to his knees and crawling down to sit on top of Ilya’s thighs, eyes fixed on his gorgeous ass.
Ilya nodded and Shane began massaging his firm ass cheeks. “Let me try something, okay? I want to help you.”
Shane reached out to grab the bottle of lube that had fallen to the floor next to the bed earlier. He opened it with a soft click and spread some of it on his fingers.
Ilya looked back over his shoulder and watched Shane’s every move. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to make you come.” Shane used one of his hands to pull Ilya’s cheeks apart and reveal the hole between them.
The sudden cold sensation of Shane’s lubed up fingers on his sensitive hole made Ilya flinch and tense on instinct. A whimper came past Ilya’s lips and he tried to squirm away, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and way too vulnerable. At the same time, his dick was still trapped underneath him, starting to hurt with need.
“It’s okay, Ilya,” Shane whispered soothingly. “It’s just me, okay? Nobody else but us, you don’t have to hide away from me.”
Ilya nodded stiffly, because he knew it was true. There was no such thing as shame when it came to their relationship, but this situation was something they had never been in. Ilya felt like a stranger in his own body, powerless, helpless, clueless. It was fucking scary.
“Good boy,” Shane praised softly when Ilya relaxed again and leaned forward to start pressing kisses to Ilya’s shoulders. “That’s right, it’s just us. Just you and me, Shane and Ilya. No shame, no fear, no performance pressure. Just love.”
While Shane spoke, his fingers kept massaging Ilya’s entrance. It didn’t take long until the praise relaxed Ilya enough for Shane to be able to slip a finger inside. It happened in one smooth motion that Ilya barely even took notice of, because he was already lost again, thrusting his dick against the sheets in fast, shallow movements.
All Ilya wanted was an orgasm. He needed it before the game the next day, otherwise he would play like shit, that was for sure.
“Shane,” Ilya whimpered, hips stuttering before moving faster, more frantic.
His husband was getting close, Shane could tell, so he started moving his finger in and out, curling it inside of Ilya every time to hit his prostate.
The pressure on Ilya’s prostate pushed him closer to his orgasm quickly, but it wasn’t enough. He was right there again, right on the edge, unable to go any further. “Shane, please, fucking do something, I need it, I need it so bad.”
The pleading sounded so desperate it almost overwhelmed Shane, but he didn’t allow himself to panic. Ilya needed him and Shane was determined to help. He withdrew his finger completely, lubed it up again along with a second finger, before pushing them both into Ilya.
Ilya flinched and thrust back immediately, fucking himself with Shane’s fingers.
“My prostate,” Ilya whimpered. “Please.”
Shane nodded behind Ilya, even though he couldn’t see it. With his fingers buried deep inside of Ilya, he looked for Ilya’s prostate until he found the small, sensitive bundle of nerves and pressed on it gently.
Ilya let out a cry of pleasure, pressed his hips into the mattress. “Again,” he gasped, fists clutching the pillow under his head, holding on for dear life.
Shane again pressed on Ilya’s prostate, but this time didn’t ease the pressure. Instead, he kept his fingers pressed against it and started massaging in soft circles.
Ilya felt like he couldn’t breathe. It felt so good, his dick leaked precum onto the sheets nonstop, every brush of his dick against the fabric felt wet, but Ilya couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when he finally felt like this time his orgasm would be a success.
“Keep going,” Ilya gasped as he felt it approaching. The tension in his groin as well as his abdomen increased to an almost unbearable extent.
Shane wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon. He kept up exactly the same rhythm, scared that any change would make Ilya’s orgasm slip through his fingers again.
“Yes, yes, oh my god,” Ilya moaned, followed by a few Russian words that were muffled by the pillow so Shane couldn’t translate them. “Shane! Finally, oh my god, I’m coming–”
Shane’s dick twitched at the audible relief in his husband’s voice, and he wished he could see Ilya’s dick as it spurt out rope after rope of cum. Shane imagined it would be a lot after everything Ilya’s body had put him through.
The only evidence for Ilya’s orgasm that Shane witnessed was the way his hole tensed rhythmically around his fingers as he still rubbed Ilya’s prostate. He only stopped once Ilya started squirming out of overstimulation.
“Oh my god,” Ilya repeated as he slumped when Shane withdrew his fingers.
All strength had left Ilya’s body, he felt like he would never be able to move again in his life. In the back of his mind, Ilya noticed Shane rolling him around, probably to observe the damage on the sheets. He felt Shane rolling him over to the clean side of the bed and noticed how he was gently tucked in before Shane wrapped his arms around Ilya and he heard him talk but had no clue what he said. The orgasm had clouded Ilya’s brain way too much to think.
“Googled… side effects…. Talk to your psychiatrist…” was all Ilya heard. He made a mental note to ask Shane about it again tomorrow, because right now Ilya was already drifting back to sleep.
“Thank you,” Ilya managed to whisper, before he fell into a calm sleep safe in his husband’s arms.