[ 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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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.]