[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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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.]