[Shane rocks into Ilya's mouth as much as he can, but there's nothing he can do to find his release. A long stream of moans slither from between his lips as Ilya sucks and then finally-- finally-- as Ilya releases his cock, he comes almost immediately. Thick ropes of white stream from his cock as he rocks more furiously past Ilya's lips.
One hand slides into Ilya's curls and pulls as his legs start to shake and give out, the dildo forgotten for a moment.]
[ Ilya sucks it down, swallows everything Shane has to give as the other man rocks into his mouth, fucking him. He groans at the hair pull and keeps sucking, making sure to get every last drop.
When he pulls off, he lets out a soft, easy laugh. ]
[Shane wants nothing more than to lay down and let his long-awaited release wash over him. As Ilya pulls off, Shane sinks against the door, pressing the dildo inside him even deeper. His head rocks back against the door, eyes shut tight as a wave of over-stimulation washes through him.]
I... [Words, what are words.] Saved it just... saved it just for you.
[Shane huffs out half a laugh that is then devoured by Ilya's kiss. He also wants more, wants this dildo out of him and replaced by Ilya. Curling his fingers along Ilya's chin, Shane tries to hold Ilya there, if just to give Shane a break as his body continues to burn with the afterglow of his orgasm.]
When it comes to you, yes. I can never get enough.
[He stays where Shane wants him, kissing him deeply once again, followed by some nips of his lip and more kisses. Ilya doesn't think he could handle what Shane just did, so he'll give him all the time he needs to pull himself back together again.]
[Shane meets Ilya’s lips with breathless nips and bites as the afterglow hums through him. As it eases, though, Shane carefully shifts toward Ilya’s lap, the movement of the dildo sending sharp spikes of pleasure through his body.]
[ Ilya pulls Shane into his lap, while shoving his own sweats down, freeing his cock. He's not wearing any underwear- he absolutely wasnt' going to when Shane told him what he was going to do.]
Breathe, okay?
[Because after all this time with a dildo inside of him, he knows it'll be uncomfortable to pull it out. When he reaches behind to pull it out, Shane is still dripping wet, and Ilya can feel his body spasm with its release.]
Fuck.
[He breathes out, tossing the dildo aside, then angles his cock and thrusts up into Shane in a way he never has before, because Shane is so open and ready for him.]
[Ilya tells him to breathe and Shane sucks in a gasp of air as he slips into Ilya's lap. He leans forward to try and help, but as the dildo slides out of him, Shane throws his head back as every one of his nerves screams at him. When the obstruction is free, Ilya fills him just as fast.
Shane sees white for a moment as his entire body burns with need.]
[ Ilya groans loudly as Shane sinks down on his cock so completely, so open and wanting and waiting for him. For him. It's an incredible feeling, his arms going tight around his lover.
He leans in and kiss all along Shane's neck as his head tilts back. ]
Yeah. Yeah. [Shane is absolutely breathless as his body sings with pleasure. Ilya kisses along his neck and Shane turns his head to try and catch Ilya's lips with his.]
[ Ilya kisses up to Shane's lips, capturing them in a deep, needy kiss. It doesn't last too long though, as Ilya starts to move, rocking his hips to thrust up into Shane.
Have they ever fucked on the floor before? No, which is even sexier, knowing Shane absolutely could not wait. Ilya's hands grip Shane's sides hard- maybe a little too hard, but he wants to help Shane move up and down his cock, knowing how spent he already must feel.]
[Ilya's lips on his are a blessing. Shane shifts closer, seeking out more, when Ilya's hands grip his waist, giving him a foundation to move. He rocks up and then down on Ilya's cock, careful not to let him slide off as he does so. His body still yearns for more, a deeper fit, a firmer fuck, but he doesn't want to part lips to say so. Instead, Shane clenches around Ilya with each pass, trying to draw him in as well.]
[ Ilya fucks up into him as deep as he can in this position, letting Shane slam back down on his cock repeatedly. It doesn't seem like enough though, even with this.
He nips at Shane's neck, letting out of soft moan, then quickly shifts them to roll Shane onto his back so he's on top of him now. He grabs at Shane's hands, pressing his wrists above his head as he starts to fuck into him more earnestly in this position, letting out a low moan as his lips find Shane's once again. ]
[As Ilya rolls them, Shane releases a much louder, more raw moan rips through his throat. He curls one arm around Ilya's shoulders as he begins to move and it's everything to hold on as his sweat sticks him to the floor.]
[ Ilya curses in Russian, starting to lose himself inside Shane. He keeps a wrist pinned, not minding at all that Shane's other arm wraps around him to hold on. He slides his free hand down to Shane's waist to grip him there again, then slides it up the back of his thigh as his hips rock intensely forward.
It's the way that Shane says his name so achingly, so breathlessly. It pushes him right over the edge, spilling deep inside Shane as he comes.]
[Ilya rocks deeper into him and Shane is left as a groaning, moaning mess beneath him. Releasing inside him is more than enough for Shane to also come, marking his abdomen with the white ropes of his climax.
Shane pants and tries to catch his breath as he lets his hand's grip ease. His fingers trace a stuttering loop along Ilya's side before dropping to the floor.]
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[Shane rocks into Ilya's mouth as much as he can, but there's nothing he can do to find his release. A long stream of moans slither from between his lips as Ilya sucks and then finally-- finally-- as Ilya releases his cock, he comes almost immediately. Thick ropes of white stream from his cock as he rocks more furiously past Ilya's lips.
One hand slides into Ilya's curls and pulls as his legs start to shake and give out, the dildo forgotten for a moment.]
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When he pulls off, he lets out a soft, easy laugh. ]
Fuck, that was hot.
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I... [Words, what are words.] Saved it just... saved it just for you.
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[Ilya says under his breath, eyes full of desire as he looks at the man in front of him. ]
This is maybe sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.
[He leans into kiss Shane deeply.]
But I am greedy and want more.
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You're always greedy.
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[He stays where Shane wants him, kissing him deeply once again, followed by some nips of his lip and more kisses. Ilya doesn't think he could handle what Shane just did, so he'll give him all the time he needs to pull himself back together again.]
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Take it out. Replace it.
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Breathe, okay?
[Because after all this time with a dildo inside of him, he knows it'll be uncomfortable to pull it out. When he reaches behind to pull it out, Shane is still dripping wet, and Ilya can feel his body spasm with its release.]
Fuck.
[He breathes out, tossing the dildo aside, then angles his cock and thrusts up into Shane in a way he never has before, because Shane is so open and ready for him.]
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Shane sees white for a moment as his entire body burns with need.]
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He leans in and kiss all along Shane's neck as his head tilts back. ]
Is okay?
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Really okay.
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Have they ever fucked on the floor before? No, which is even sexier, knowing Shane absolutely could not wait. Ilya's hands grip Shane's sides hard- maybe a little too hard, but he wants to help Shane move up and down his cock, knowing how spent he already must feel.]
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He nips at Shane's neck, letting out of soft moan, then quickly shifts them to roll Shane onto his back so he's on top of him now. He grabs at Shane's hands, pressing his wrists above his head as he starts to fuck into him more earnestly in this position, letting out a low moan as his lips find Shane's once again. ]
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Ilya.
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It's the way that Shane says his name so achingly, so breathlessly. It pushes him right over the edge, spilling deep inside Shane as he comes.]
Shane.... fuck. Shane.
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Shane pants and tries to catch his breath as he lets his hand's grip ease. His fingers trace a stuttering loop along Ilya's side before dropping to the floor.]