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Ilya had lost track of the time. For all he knew, Shane could have been teasing him for hours, and it certainly felt like that might as well have been the truth given how his cock felt like it was going to burst like a firecracker with how desperate he was to finish. Every muscle in his torso was tense, his stomach contracting involuntarily each time he felt even just the slightest ghost of a breeze or a breath over his cock that was sticky with precum and the generous amounts of lube Shane continuously applied.
“You’re being so good for me, baby. Such a good, patient puppy.”
Ilya squirmed when he felt the dull drag of Shane’s fingernails over his bare thigh, digging into the flesh just hard enough to make little red lines that stung so good. He was blindfolded, so he couldn’t see Shane, but he still shuddered from the praise, from the way he could hear the way Shane’s lips were curled in a pleased smile.
He knew that Shane knew full well the kinds of things he did to him whenever he slipped in a baby, or a puppy or some other sweet little pet name that Ilya usually reserved for Shane. Where Ilya doled them out generously, Shane used them almost strategically, seeming to know exactly when he would best get a rise out of Ilya by saying them just right.
“Shane, please…” Ilya murmured, his voice almost sounding like something that didn’t belong to him given how raspy and thin it was. It was a far cry from the commanding, rough tone he used when he was on the ice with their team, the captain who was now nothing but a writhing, whimpering mess underneath his husband, cock embarrassingly hard and leaking precum onto his stomach, his hands handcuffed to the headboard with comfortable yet strong leather cuffs, his eyes teary behind the blindfold because of how overwhelmed he was by the pleasure of being tormented by his beautiful, genius, perverted husband.
He wasn’t gagged, and though Shane claimed it was because he wanted to be able to listen to Ilya give his safe word in case anything went wrong, Ilya also knew Shane got a certain little perverted thrill out of hearing Ilya beg for him, and he wanted to hear Ilya’s pleas in all their whiny, pleading glory. That, and Shane loved to kiss him, to tease him with his lips pressing so softly against Ilya’s, to slip his tongue into Ilya’s mouth and to spit in Ilya’s mouth and watch him hold it on his tongue before he swallowed it.
Shane was more than a bit of a freak that way, and Ilya loved him for it so much it hurt.
His soft plea for something he already knew he would be denied was answered by Shane’s lips pressing against his, and Ilya gasped softly from the unexpected sensation of it, his hips straining upward in the hopes of meeting warm skin, a fleeting touch, anything he could take that Shane would be so kind as to offer him. Instead, he moaned into their tender kiss when he felt Shane press his fingers into the silicone base of the thick plug Ilya was currently wearing in his ass, the bulbous toy bumping up against his prostate, making him see white hot stars behind the blindfold. He knew there were buttons on the plug that were yet to be explored, and he was practically shaking with the anticipation of it, unknowing of when Shane would add to his deliciously pleasurable torment with a little extra vibration in his ass. It had been a tight fit to get it in, with plenty of coaxing from Shane and praise as Ilya’s ass slowly but surely swallowed it up between his thick cheeks.
“You know the rules tonight, Ilya. You don’t get to finish until I say so, and there’s no use in trying to beg me to speed things up. I told you I wanted to take my time with you, and I meant it.”
Shane was nothing if not precise and exact with his intentions. Meant it he certainly did, given the cock ring that was wrapped snugly around Ilya’s cock and balls, preventing Ilya from doing anything more than pathetically leaking pre-cum that dribbled out of the throbbing head of his cock. His foreskin was pulled back to reveal the angry red and purpled head that Shane once again reached out a hand to caress, fingers rubbing over it in a rhythmic pattern, polishing it until Ilya was crying out, convinced he was going to spill over even despite the cock ring. Shane had instructed him to tell him when he felt like he was getting too close, and like the good boy he was, Ilya told him each and every time, even though he so desperately wanted to lie just for the satisfaction of getting to cum.
But that would be bad of him, and he wanted Shane to praise him for going against his basest of urges for the sake of pleasing Shane. He would be obedient, he would be good, even if he was ready to crack a tooth from how hard his jaw clenched as he let out a strangled whine of distraught when Shane’s hand left his cock again, leaving it to throb and splutter against Ilya’s stomach.
He knew Shane was naked just like he was because he could feel Shane’s thick, hard cock where it rested against his torso when Shane straddled him, purposefully letting his ass hover over Ilya’s cock which strained upward as it twitched, almost like it knew a warm, inviting hole it knew all too well was being dangled tantalizingly above it, just out of its reach. Shane kissed Ilya again as he hummed, his hands dragging down the expanse of Ilya’s chest.
“Wish I could just keep you tied up in bed like this all the time. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To just be my toy who gets hard for me whenever I ask him to, who lays there and takes it because you’re a good boy who wants to make his husband so happy?”
Ilya nodded to an almost frantic degree, swallowing thickly, his head spinning like he’d been struck with vertigo as Shane kissed a hot trail down his neck and his fingernails raked stinging trails down his chest. Everything felt so much more heightened with the blindfold, every touch no matter how light enough to make him jolt from the surprise of it.
“I want that, want that so bad… Want to make you so happy all the time, with my dick or my mouth or anything you want from me.”
He could hear Shane’s mouth curl into a smile. “Of course you do.”
In some of Ilya’s darker fantasies, he’d imagined scenarios like that and had expressed as much to Shane. Scenes of him kidnapped and tied to hockey superstar Shane Hollander’s bed, used as nothing more than a human sex toy for him to relieve his tension after hard games or on lazy weekends during the off season. Used exclusively for Shane’s pleasure, taking whatever he was given and being oh so grateful if Shane felt generous enough to return the favor once in a while. He’d expected Shane to be disgusted or freaked out by those thoughts of his, but instead, Shane had seemed quietly intrigued and wanted Ilya to explain more, in greater detail. He supposed that was how they managed to find themselves in their current scene, and he was so enraptured in the way Shane seemed to embody the character Ilya wanted him to portray, so into the dirty talk and the domination that was so usually unlike him that he sounded like a well rehearsed actor playing the role of a lifetime.
He wondered how long these desires had been patiently waiting to be released from within Shane, too; this was far too passionate to simply be acting, and his cock was far too hard for him to not be thoroughly enjoying the act of taking Ilya apart. God, how he loved to be married to someone who wholly embraced his most perverted desires and even matched them with his own special flair.
Ilya released a strangled, breathy whimper when he felt the weight of Shane’s ass settling onto his aching cock. His hands struggled in the cuffs with the overwhelming need to touch Shane, to grab Shane, to spread his ass and fuck him until Shane was the one reduced to a whimpering mess. His hips jerked up to grind against him, his lips quivering when he could feel how wet Shane was, a properly prepped and lubed asshole waiting for him to plunge into, and yet still being held so tantalizingly out of reach.
“You’re going to fucking kill me…” Ilya moaned, thrashing his head to one side out of pure frustration, all the while Shane just laughed, and god if hearing that little coy laugh wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever heard, the sound of Shane relishing in his domination over Ilya.
He pressed a kiss to Ilya’s cheek, caressing his jawline as he simply said, “You get so red when you’re this needy. Like a sweet klubnika.” A sweet strawberry. Ilya shuddered as Shane then proceeded to lick a trail up the side of his feverishly hot neck all the way up to his jaw, tasting the salt of his sweat, then sucked a kiss into the skin right underneath his jaw where his pulse fluttered hard and fast. Shane’s voice dipped low as he murmured in Russian to Ilya again, a whole string of words constructed in a filthy sentence that translated to, “Can’t wait to feel you inside me, can’t wait to fuck myself on your cock.”
God, Shane investing so much time and effort into learning Ilya’s native language was definitely on the top ten list of the best things Shane had ever done for their relationship, not to mention their sex life.
“Keep talking to me like that and doing that with your ass, and there’s no way I’m going to last.” Ilya said, gritting his teeth and groaning when Shane punctuated his point for him by grinding on his cock, spreading the lube that was leaking from his hole onto him, the wet, frictionless glide of his ass cheeks against him sending Ilya’s hips into a frenzy of movement as he tried in vain to get the tip of his cock to slip into Shane even just the tiniest bit.
All he received in exchange for his failed efforts was a sharp slap to his cheek, the sound of it taking his breath away more than pain since Shane kept his touch light as he could, not wanting to seriously hurt him or leave a harsh mark. Still, it stung well enough to tingle long after.
“You’ll last for as long as I want you to last.” Shane said, and Ilya swallowed thickly as he nodded with a grunt of acknowledgement, trying not to laugh from how turned on Shane’s strictness was making him.
His palms practically itched with the need to grab Shane as he felt Shane straddling him, getting into that familiar position they both loved so much, Shane on top and ready to ride Ilya like a bull at the rodeo. He wanted to feel the muscles in his torso and his thighs as he bounced on him, so powerful and so in control of every part of his body. Ilya wanted to watch the way his core contracted and his muscles spasmed as he pleased himself on Ilya’s cock, and more sentimentally, he wanted to stare into Shane’s eyes as they came. He wanted to watch those pretty chocolate eyes get all teary and overwhelmed with love for Ilya, just like Ilya’s eyes were getting teary behind his blindfold, though his tears were from the mounting frustration of being denied all of these little things that he loved about having sex with Shane.
When he told Shane he’d wanted him to be mean and not hold back on him, Shane had taken on that mission like it was the most important thing he’d ever do, the same attitude he used whenever they embarked on anything experimental or extra kinky in the bedroom. Ilya admired Shane’s stellar work ethic, but god if he wasn’t about to spontaneously combust as Shane finally sank himself down onto his cock at a snail’s pace and the slippery heat of his lubed up hole enveloping his cock felt so good it hurt.
He strained against the handcuffs, panting and feeling like he was close to passing out from how hard and fast he was breathing. He felt Shane’s hand on his chest, fingers curled in his hair as he petted through Ilya’s sweat-matted curls, Shane’s lips against his ear as he whispered to him in a voice that was momentarily removed from the character of Dom Shane Hollander. “I know, it feels good, you feel so good. Just breathe for me, baby, deep breaths in and out. I don’t want you passing out on me.”
“You can still use me if I do, I wouldn’t mind.” Ilya said with all sincerity in his voice as he laughed between his shaky breaths. Shane laughed too as he kissed his ear, and he felt his face tickled by Shane’s hair as Shane nuzzled into him while his body still was in the process of accommodating Ilya’s massive cock. He rubbed soothing circles into Ilya’s chest, helping to regulate him until Ilya slowly calmed himself down enough to feel his lightheadedness subside.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Shane kissed his lips in a clumsy way since Ilya was smiling too hard. “Feeling okay now? Good for me to torment you some more?”
“Yes, please.” Ilya begged, music to Shane’s ears apparently as he continued to sink himself down onto Ilya’s throbbing cock. Right as Shane finally began to move, Ilya released a string of Russian expletives when he felt the plug in his ass suddenly whir to life, as Shane reached to finally turn it on. It was only a soft setting, enough to tease and keep his cock rock hard and perfectly at attention while in the confines of the cock ring as Shane used him to his heart’s content.
“Shane, I can’t, I can’t-, I'm so close!” It didn’t take him very long at all to feel like he was teetering on the edge and about to slip over it, like he was in a barrel rushing over a waterfall as Shane’s hole swallowed up his cock with shocking ease, his body moving in languid motions up and down as Shane fucked himself on Ilya’s cock. Each of Ilya’s breaths were accented with a moan or a whine, unable to hold back his sounds while Shane’s ragged breaths and sighs melded with his, their voices a chorus of pleasure in a bedroom that was all their own to make as loud and filthy as they wanted.
“Such a big fucking dick, but you have no control over it. All you do is whine, whine, whine.” Shane’s words felt like another slap to the cheek, so mean and bitchy that Ilya couldn’t help but to whimper again, a shiver rushing through him when he felt Shane’s fingers pressing against his partially parted lips, slipping two digits into his mouth which Ilya greedily suckled on, his tongue lavishing them with adoration while Shane pumped them in and out of his mouth. He smeared Ilya’s saliva over his own chin as he took his face roughly in his hand, and then there was a burst of light as Shane removed Ilya’s blindfold, finally allowing him to bear witness to the sight of Shane sitting on his cock. “Let me see your pretty eyes, Ilya.”
He swore he was even closer to spilling his load despite the cock ring, cursing under his breath when he blinked a few times and was able to properly drink in the beautiful sight of him. His skin glistened with sweat, giving him an iridescent glow in the lamp light, his skin flushed a light dusting of pink that contrasted nicely with the tan hue of his skin and his freckles that had gotten darker and more prominent after many hours spent relaxing in the sun. His eyes were full of wanting, a deep-seated hunger for Ilya that made Ilya’s heart flip with love, forever in disbelief of the fact that he was the one and only lucky man that Shane Hollander would look at that way for the rest of forever.
Shane was smiling at him, a knowing, smug look on his face as he said, “Just as I thought, you’re so desperate that you’re crying for me.” Ilya hadn’t even realized it until Shane pointed it out, the wetness seeping from his eyes, the frustrated tears having finally welled over until they were dripping down the sides of his face and each breath started to sound like the beginning of a sniffling sob. Shane wiped up one of the stray tears with his finger, his expression decidedly soft and sympathetic as he petted Ilya’s damp cheek.
“Poor puppy, you want to cum that badly?” He lifted himself up on shaky thighs, Ilya’s precum dribbling out of his hole as Ilya groaned and threw his head back over the sight of it. He managed to remove the cock ring from around Ilya’s cock and balls, finally freeing him from the silicone prison, though the plug still remained on, whirring steadily in his ass, stimulating his prostate.
“Can I touch you?” Ilya asked, tugging on the handcuffs for emphasis to his question, and while the more needy part of Shane who loved when Ilya grabbed and manhandled him looked like he wanted to say yes, the part that was determined to stay in character until the bitter end shook his head as he reached up to caress one of Ilya’s palms, ticklish sensations running over his skin as Shane touched him, intertwining their fingers briefly before he let him go.
“Not yet. You’re lucky I gave you permission to look at me. Now hold back just a little longer, I’m getting close too.” Ilya could tell, watching Shane’s cock bob against his stomach as he impaled himself on Ilya and began to ride him again, his cock an angry shade of red that indicated just how aroused he was. Ilya would have given anything to grab it, to jerk Shane off in time with the rhythm of Shane’s ass making contact with Ilya’s thighs as he filled himself up to the brim with Ilya’s cock. “Fuck, Ilya, feels so fucking good…” Shane whined as he licked his lips, his hands grabbing his own chest, squeezing those tits Ilya so loved to grope and fondle and bite as if they were a pair of woman’s breasts, so muscular but still so soft. “Just a little more, just a little more-,”
Ilya swore he was the one moaning louder than Shane as Shane finally came, his cock untouched and twitching wildly as he spilled over the edge and his cum dribbled down the shaft of his cock like a volcano had erupted. Ilya didn’t even wait for permission like he probably should have as he finally let himself release inside of Shane, fucking his hips upwards to bury himself in Shane while Shane groaned and captured Ilya’s lips in a frenzied kiss. He continued to ride Ilya even as Ilya’s cock was starting to grow soft, milking Ilya for all he was worth as Ilya’s husky moans turned into higher-pitched keens. The steady squeeze of Shane’s ass around his cock and the persistent buzz of the vibrating plug in his ass were like a vice of overstimulation closing in on him that made him shake from head to toe, wrists squirming in his handcuffs, rattling the headboard.
“Always so good for me, my baby boy.” Shane murmured against Ilya’s lips, swallowing his little pleas for mercy with every kiss, until finally he relented and removed himself from Ilya’s cock and turned the butt plug off. While he was relieved to get a break from the overwhelming sensations, Ilya couldn’t help but to feel disappointment that the cool air was hitting his cock and he’d lost the feeling of Shane’s tight, warm ass. The sight of Shane, ass dripping Ilya’s cock as he maneuvered himself on his knees to unlock Ilya’s wrists from the handcuffs, was a welcome sight that soothed the ache of longing well enough.
His fingers soon moved to curl into Shane’s hair when Shane, apparently still not totally satisfied, leaned down to grasp Ilya’s cock and lick Ilya’s cum off, cleaning it from the sticky mess Ilya had made of it with broad, flat strokes of his tongue. His pretty eyes making contact with Ilya and holding his gaze was enough to make Ilya’s stomach flip, and Ilya groaned and hissed through clenched teeth as he watched Shane take him to the back of his throat, his hips lifting as though Shane was performing a magic trick to make him levitate off the bed. “Fuck, Hollander, so greedy tonight.”
“Says the one who was crying because he wanted me to let him cum.” Shane countered, giving one last lick to the head of Ilya’s cock that was by now begging for mercy, only giving up a few last dribbles of cum before it surrendered in softened defeat in Shane’s grasp. Ilya pulled Shane in for a series of long, drawn out kisses, wet smacks of their mouths as Ilya tasted himself on Shane’s tongue. Shane moaned faintly into his mouth, relishing in the affection, one of his hands planted on Ilya’s chest, gently twirling in the gold chain of his necklace and playing with it while they kissed with Shane seated on Ilya’s lap.
The rest of their evening was spent in tranquil quiet, save for when they spoke to each other in hushed voices only if necessary. Shane frequently asked if Ilya felt okay, if his wrists hurt as Shane massaged them, if he needed more kisses and cuddles as he wiped his tear-streaked cheeks with a cool cloth, and of course Ilya would never say no to Shane doting on him and providing him all the physical affection and reassurance he could have asked for. He carefully tugged the plug out of Ilya’s ass and dutifully wiped Ilya down with some cleansing body wipes, which Ilya was grateful for since he didn’t feel he could manage to peel himself out of the bed, his muscles still trembling from the adrenaline rush.
Just the small amount of time Shane left him to briefly clean himself out in the bathroom was torturous, and Ilya demanded more cuddling to make up for it, reaching out to his husband with open arms as Shane fell into him and smiled giddily as Ilya smothered his head and face with kisses and embraced him against his chest.
“It wasn’t too much, was it? I know you like it when I’m a little mean, and I like being a little mean because I know you like it so much, but…” Shane asked, fingertips drawing ticklish patterns on Ilya’s skin. He got like that sometimes after scenes like this, worried he’d pushed Ilya too far even though they both knew the safeword they’d cemented in place from the first day they’d started experimenting with kinky, riskier sex.
There had been a few times here and there where either one of them had actually used it, so Shane must have known Ilya wasn’t afraid to speak up if something bothered or overwhelmed him, but still, the doubt trickled in all the same. Shane needed reassurance that he wasn’t secretly a terrible person who’d hurt Ilya just as much as Ilya needed comfort and security after some intense sexual torment.
“Shanyechka, if I was upset, I’d have told you so. You know that. I was very, very into it. Sassy, mean Shane is one of my favorite Shanes.” Of course, every version of Shane was Ilya’s absolute favorite, he could never choose one that topped all the others. He loved all the facets of his inner self that came together to create the beautifully blended flavor that was Shane Hollander. “You are really growing into your ‘dom’ self. I remember when I first asked you to do things to me, you were so nervous and shy. Now you have no problem slapping me around.” Ilya’s fingers absentmindedly went to stroke the spot where Shane had indeed slapped him earlier in the evening.
Shane laughed, nuzzling his face into Ilya and pressing a kiss to the ring and the crucifix that rested on the gold chain on his chest. At the same time, one of his hands squeezed one of Ilya’s pecs rather roughly. “It wasn’t hard to find some inspiration. For one thing, I’m still pissed at you for letting the laundry sit in the washing machine after I told you to move it to the dryer when it was finished.”
Ilya tipped his head back and let out an exaggerated groan. “You’re still mad over that? I told you, I did not hear the washer sing its stupid little song to say it was done! If I had heard it, I’d have moved it over!”
“Didn’t you think to check on it after you hadn’t heard it go off for hours?” Shane countered, sitting up to look Ilya in the eye, so close their noses brushed as Shane’s brow furrowed and Ilya just laughed with astonishment over how long Shane could hold a grudge.
“I see now, you were so excited to edge me to punish me for not doing chores.” Ilya petted Shane’s cheek, smoothing back his hair as he kept chuckling at the way Shane’s face remained scrunched. “I should not do things around the house more often, maybe sexy dom Shane Hollander will spank me next time for being a bad boy who doesn’t listen. That would be exciting.”
“I mean… Don’t tempt me, Rozanov.” It wasn’t lost in Ilya the way Shane’s eyes glittered with the unmistakable look of more of that inspiration he’d mentioned, and his cheeks flushed from more than just the heated proximity of their naked bodies.
“Pervert.” Ilya murmured into the crown of Shane’s hair as he squeezed him harder in his embrace, breathing in his scent and smiling as Shane squeezed him back.
Eventually, they’d find enough energy in themselves to take a quick shower before they fell asleep, and Ilya was completely spent as he happily surrendered to Shane holding him from behind, cuddling him with strong hands gripping him tightly and a sweet kiss pressed to the sensitive spot behind his ear and the back of his neck.
“Love you, Ilya.” Shane said, his voice thick with sleep as he threw one of his legs over Ilya’s body, tangling himself with his husband. Ilya reached back to grasp one of Shane’s hands, intertwining their fingers and as he sighed, his heart beating steady and with total ease as exhaustion swept him away.
“Love you too, solnyshko.”