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Ilya rolled onto his other side for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Tapped his phone to see the time again, 2:03am.

Jesus, he thought. I need to sleep.

He tossed the sheets off his upper body, the cool air feeling nice on his clammy skin. Tried to focus on the steady sound of his husband’s breathing next to him. Why was he so worked up? He and Shane had a great day, starting with a long run and satisfying workout before running errands and having dinner with his parents. They came home and watched a movie before showering, during which Shane had predictably dropped to his knees and begged Ilya to fuck his throat. Ilya had happily obliged, and then proceeded to bend Shane over the shower bench and eat him out, working him up to three fingers before taking pity on his adorable whimpers and allowing him to come.

Ilya’s dick gave a subtle twitch now at the memory. God, would his appetite for his husband ever be sated? It seemed unlikely.

As if sensing his thoughts in his slumber, his beautiful husband rolled over, tucking himself into Ilya’s side, stretching his leg out across his lower body and immediately drawing his attention to the feeling of Shane’s dick pressing into his hip. His dick, which was certainly not soft.

Huh, wasn’t that just Ilya’s luck? He let out a deep sigh and began the not-uncommon internal battle of deciding whether to disturb his husband’s beauty sleep.

It's not like he ever complains when you do, Ilya noted to himself. And wasn’t it just last week he had been woken up by Shane grinding himself greedily on Ilya’s dick at barely 6am? Ilya had hardly opened his eyes before he heard Shane moan and spill into his own hand. His shy blush when he realized Ilya was awake was still burned into his mind days later.

Yeah, Ilya thought. I’m sure he won’t mind.

He reached down with his left arm and ran his hand up and down Shane’s thigh for a moment, testing to see how deeply asleep he really was. When he showed no signs of waking, Ilya gently pushed him onto his back. At that, Shane did mumble something under his breath and proceeded to roll all the way over onto his stomach, facing away from Ilya.

Even better, he thought.

He reached out and gently palmed Shane’s ass through his boxers. Well, Ilya’s boxers. He couldn’t remember the last time Shane had gotten into bed wearing anything other than a pair of Ilya’s old boxers, without a shirt, obviously. They were both hot sleepers.

He sighed as he squeezed a handful of his husband’s perfect ass and once again thanked the good lord above that he got to do so. He wanted so badly to smack it hard and watch it bounce, but he knew that would wake him up.

Not yet, he told himself.

He gently began pulling at the waistband of the boxers until he got them over Shane’s ass and was able to lightly skim his hand between his cheeks. He held back a moan at how fucking warm and soft he felt, always.

He looked at his husband’s face to make sure he was still resting peacefully before pushing in slightly, his fingers feeling for his hole. His arousal dropped low in his stomach as soon as he felt the puckered skin, which clenched ever so slightly at his touch.

Ilya silently thanked himself for the attention he gave his ass earlier in the shower, as Shane’s hole was already noticeably looser and silkier than it would have been otherwise.

He pulled his hand from between Shane’s legs to stroke his own cock, gathering the precum steadily dripping from his slit.

God, he was worked up tonight. He was leaking almost as much as Shane would be.

Once his fingers felt good and lubricated, he brought them back to Shane’s hole and rubbed the rim gently, until he felt that he could push a finger inside.

Fuck, so perfect, he thought. God damn.

He slowly worked the one finger in and out until it became easier and he was able to add another. He paused as Shane took an especially deep breath in and stirred ever so slightly. Once he was sure he was still sleeping, Ilya continued working his thick fingers into his husband’s greedy hole. He wished it wasn’t so dark, and he could watch the skin stretch open when he pushed in, just to cling to his fingers each time he pulled out.

He slowly removed his hand again and got up onto his knees. He then moved so that he was straddling Shane from behind. He paused as Shane hummed slightly and turned his head to face the other side of the bed, tucking his arm up under his pillow. The moonlight caught his freckles just so, and Ilya couldn’t help but stop and admire them for a minute before moving on.

At this point, Ilya knew, it was going to be difficult not to wake him up, but he was determined to see how far he could go. A few weeks ago, Ilya remembered, Shane had had a wet dream and woke up covered in his own come. His blush had covered nearly his entire body when he realized what had happened, and Ilya hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. He knew his husband well enough to know that it had turned him on. he had been fantasizing about seeing that blush again, how delicious it would be to watch Shane realize that Ilya had made him come in his sleep, however impossible the idea was.

He shifted further down the bed and leaned over so that his face was just above Shane’s ass. He reached forward with both hands to once again grab his cheeks, spreading them apart slightly. In this position, the moonlight coming through the window allowed Ilya to see his hole, thank god. It already looked pinker than usual, and as he suspected, looser.

Not wasting any more time, he leaned in and teased the rim with his tongue before licking a broad stripe from his balls all the way across his hole.

“Fuck,” he whispered. So good. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of his husband’s skin.

He felt Shane’s thighs clench together ever so slightly, and he definitely heard a quiet moan come from his mouth.

Yeah, he was definitely not going to stay asleep for much longer.

Accepting this fate, Ilya leaned in once again and began lapping Shane’s hole with abandon, stopping every few licks to gently suck at the pulsing rim.

He only stopped when he clearly heard Shane whimper, and he leaned back slightly, looking up at the side of his husband’s face, giving his cheeks another greedy squeeze.

“Ilya?” He heard Shane call out, his voice low and gravelly, the way it only was just after he woke up.

“Ah, moya lyubov. Good morning,” is all he said before leaning back in and pushing his tongue into the sweet hole in front of him, even when it clenched tightly with his husband’s drawn-out moan.

“Fuck, Ilya. wh- what time is it?”

Ilya didn’t respond, couldn’t respond. Not with the way Shane was arching his back, grinding his ass up onto his tongue, his lips. All he could do was moan and continue his ministrations, sucking hard on the rim and reveling in the whimpers coming from the man above him.

“Ilya, god. FUCK”

“Yes, sweetheart? You like to wake up like this, da?” Ilya said quietly before biting one of Shane’s cheeks.

The only response he got was another drawn-out cry from his husband as he pushed his ass towards Ilya’s mouth again.

“Ilya,” he begged.

“What do you want, malysh?”

He squeezed his cheeks harder, pulling them apart to expose Shane’s hole completely, before spitting directly on the puckered skin. As predicted, Shane whimpered and attempted to close his legs, which of course Ilya prevented.

“This?” he asked, as he watched the saliva run down over his hole toward his balls, admiring the way his ass twitched with the sensation. He couldn’t resist bringing one of his hands back to the spot, entering him roughly with two fingers, earning himself a surprised hiss from above, which quickly evolved into a moan.

“Oh yes,” Ilya moaned. “That’s it, right Shane?”

“Yes,” he replied, exhaling. “More, please.”

He didn’t even have to ask, Ilya was already adding a third finger, reveling in the way his husband’s body tensed slightly before relaxing and letting him in.

“Ohhh, ohh,” Shane moaned continuously above him.

“Good boy,” Ilya encouraged as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out of his greedy hole. “This hole is so good for me. Even in the middle of the night while you’re half asleep, this hole is so tight and warm for me. I can’t help myself.”

Pushing his luck, he added a fourth finger to the others and made sure to watch Shane’s face closely to catch the way his eyebrows scrunched up and his mouth fell open even wider. god, he was like Ilya’s wet dream come to life.

“Ilya, god. Oh my god. Fuck, baby, please.”

“Sweetheart, so good for me,” he responded.

He curled his fingers slightly, deciding to give him what he wanted, even just for a moment. The moment he skimmed the swollen area, his husband clenched so tightly around him it was almost painful.

“YES, Ilya,” Shane cried out, ending on a high-pitched whimper. “Oh my god, don’t stop. Please.”

Ilya stopped. Because, of course, he did. They had been doing this long enough; they both knew how this would go.

That didn’t stop Shane from crying out, as if surprised, earning a low chuckle from his husband.

“Moya lyubov, be patient. You know I will take care of you,” he ran his fingers gently through Shane’s sweaty hair before sitting up to get the lube from the nightstand drawer. “Get up. On your knees for me.”

Shane obeyed, of course, adjusting himself quickly so that his ass was in the air, his face still on the pillow, facing the window.

Ilya returned to his spot behind him and took a moment to appreciate the view. He couldn’t resist slapping the deliciously round ass in front of him, watching it bounce slightly as his husband gasped. Ilya groaned in response and slapped him again, harder.

“You like it,” he hushed his whining. “You fucking love it.”

Shane whimpered again.

Ilya squeezed some lube into his hand and finally, fucking finally, began stroking his swollen cock.

“Fuck,” he sighed. “You make me so fucking hard, Shane.”

“Ilya, please.” Shane cried quietly.

“Yes? What do you need, malysh?” Ilya asked because he couldn’t help himself.

He brought his now slick cock to the hole in front of him, which was clenching over and over again around nothing. He rubbed the tip back and forth before it caught slightly on the rim and he pushed inside ever so slightly.

“Is this what you want?”

Shane moaned and pushed back onto his husband’s dick, encouraging him to push inside of him. Begging him.

“Oh, yes,” Ilya chuckled darkly. “Always such a slut for me. Any time. Day or night, you fucking love it.”

“Yeah,” Shane gasped. “I love it. Give it to me. Please, I need it, Ilya- ohhh.”

Shane’s begging turned into a high-pitched moan as Ilya began pressing the head of his dick into his hole.

The tight heat was so intoxicating that Ilya felt all of his blood rush south, making him even harder, although that seemed impossible.

“Fuck, Ilya, god,” Shane cried softly. “You feel so big tonight.”

“Yeah?” Ilya pulled out ever so slightly before pushing back in with earnest, until he was about halfway buried. “Does that feel good, Shane?”

“Oh my god, yes, yes, yes,” Shane chanted between whimpers.

“You’re so tight for me,” Ilya leaned down and whispered in his husband’s ear, while pulling out and feeding his cock back into Shane’s body slowly, inch by inch. “I thought making you come around my mouth earlier would have loosened you up more, but I still can barely fit.”

All Shane could do was moan and push back onto Ilya’s cock, as if showing him that he could, indeed, fit.

“Fuck, Shane, yeah. Good boy.”

Shane cried out and pushed back harder, until his ass was flush with Ilya’s groin. Except Ilya pushed forward at the exact time he bottomed out, aiming right for Shane’s prostate.

“Oh my god,” Shane gasped, giving into the pleasure once again. “Do that again, Ilya.”

“This?” Ilya pulled back a bit before slamming his hips forward again, holding his husband in place with two hands on his hips. He pulled back and slammed forward again, and again. He could tell by the way Shane’s ass was clenching that he was successfully hitting that spot every time.

“Jesus, Ilya. Fuck that’s so good, don’t stop.”

“Yeah?” Ilya asked. He could tell his husband was close enough that if he didn’t stop soon, he was going to come all over the sheets in a record time of maybe five minutes. And fuck, that was hot. “Such a slut, malysh. I love it.”

He continued his pointed thrusts into his husband, who was clenching so tightly around him that Ilya had to return to an upright kneeling position in order to keep the rhythm up.

“Fuck, baby, already?” Ilya teased.

“Ilya,” he cried.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said, his hips picking up pace. “It feels too good, da?”

“Yeah,” Shane whimpered, his thighs fully shaking now.

“But you know I am not ready to come yet, malysh. So if you’re going to be a slut and come all over this bed, just know I’m not going to stop.”

Any concern that his husband wouldn’t like what he was saying was forgotten as he felt him get impossibly tighter around his cock, making Ilya release a long, filthy groan.

“Ilya, I can’t,” he cried. “I can’t stop. I’m gonna- fuck, oh fuck I’m gonna come.”

Shane’s mouth fell open on a whine as his whole body tensed and jolted, before Ilya felt him pulsing around his cock as he came. Ilya leaned over him, pressing a hand to the back of his head, pushing him into the bed.

His hips didn’t stop thrusting in and out of his husband’s tight heat, and the moan Ilya let out rivaled Shane’s in volume. There were few things more godly than watching Shane Hollander come, one of them being feeling him come. And Ilya thanked his lucky stars he was currently getting to experience both.

Shane’s pulsing began to slow, his moans turning into softer whimpers as he worked through the last waves of his orgasm. Ilya knew that prostate orgasms were the most intense for Shane, and he had to be feeling overstimulated as Ilya kept feeding him his thick cock.

“I love feeling you come around me, Shane. So good,” Ilya stroked his head, running his fingers through his hair again.

“Ilya,” Shane whined, undoubtedly hoping he would take pity on him and not put him through any further suffering.

“But my favorite is the way that you feel after you come. You get looser, softer… fuck, it feels so good, Shane.”

Ilya groaned as he pulled out almost to the tip and then pushed back in slowly, watching his swollen cock stretch the already gaping skin.

He paused to lower his husband’s hips to the bed so that he was lying flat. Ilya pulled out, making Shane whimper, but he ignored him. He was too focused on the sight in front of him, as he used his hands to spread Shane’s cheeks again. His hole was slick with lube, so red and puffy, it made Ilya groan.

Shane tried to pull his thighs together, to no avail.

“Ilya,” he whispered again.

“Shane, God, you’re gaping,” he sighed, gently thumbing the inflamed rim. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my fucking come. Will you try to hold it in for me? Even when your hole looks this slutty and fucked open?”

Shane fully sobbed at that. “Yes, fuck yeah, I’ll try,” he whined. Ilya could swear he saw him grind his hips into the mattress.

Ilya pushed his thumb past his entrance, ignoring Shane’s hiss of discomfort. He spent a few moments there, just watching his thumb move in and out. God, he was so hard he felt like he might pass out. He loved the way his hole gripped his thumb when he pulled out.

Unable to help himself, he spit over his hole again before pushing two fingers inside. He looked up to see his husband looking down at him from the pillow. Fuck, he looked so desperate, his eyes wet and his lips swollen from biting them.

Deciding they were both still wet enough not to need any more lube, he pulled both fingers out and moved to adjust his position.

“I’m gonna fuck you again now, Shane.” Ilya shifted to lie on his side, pulling Shane with him so that he was spooning him, his hard cock slotting between Shane’s legs in front of him.

“Oh fuck,” Shane whispered as the head of his cock poked at his abused entrance, pulling away ever so slightly.

Ilya simply pulled him back, pushing up his leg to expose him further. He then quickly used his hand to position himself before pushing just the tip inside. He returned his hand to Shane’s meaty thigh to keep him open.

As expected, Shane keened as Ilya pushed forward into his ass.

“Oh my god, Ilya,” he gasped. “It’s so much.”

Ilya leaned in to kiss Shane’s neck.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered in his ear. “But you can take it.”

Ilya watched closely as Shane whimpered and bit his lip again, trying to suppress another whine.

He took his hand off his thigh, testing whether it would stay there without his hold. When it did, he reached his hand up to put two fingers to Shane’s mouth. He waited until he opened for him, and then pressed the digits into his tongue. Shane immediately closed his mouth around them, his eyes fluttering shut, as he sucked quietly on Ilya’s fingers.

Fuck, Ilya thought. That never gets old.

With Shane quiet, he looked down to watch his cock pushing slowly into his husband. He pulled back a bit to continue working his way in. He was practically vibrating, he was so turned on, and his dick was throbbing so hard he was sure Shane could feel it. He was so thankful for his stamina, because fuck, this felt incredible.

Shane was so perfect around him, not as tight as before, but still fucking molded to his dick. With the lube, he was so wet and warm that the slide was easy. Ilya quickly found a lazy rhythm that felt so good he was shaking.

He bottomed out again, and took a second to breathe and kiss his husband’s cheek before he retreated and thrust back in so hard that Shane practically screamed around his fingers. Ilya groaned as he did it again and again, pounding into his sweet, perfect hole.

God, he was drunk on the way it gripped his shaft when he pulled out, and the sound of the lube squelching around Shane’s swollen, abused ass. He was practically growling as he looked down to watch his fat cock fucking into his husband.

“Oh, malysh,” he whispered to Shane as he continued sucking on his fingers. “God, you feel incredible. I’m going to fuck you all night. All fucking night, it’s so good.”

At that, Shane’s eyes opened and Ilya could see they were full of unshed tears. So beautiful. He wished his other hand could reach around and pet his freckles, but in their current position, he couldn’t.

“Does it hurt, my love?” He asked while continuing his slow, languid pumps.

It took a moment for Shane to process his words, but he then gently nodded.

At that, Ilya quickened his pace just a bit, unable to help himself, his breathing getting heavier as he kissed his husband’s neck, jaw, anywhere he could reach.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he sighed, even though they both knew it was a lie. He groaned and bit his lip hard before going on. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop, Jesus.”

He was pounding into Shane so hard now that the headboard was slamming against the wall with each thrust. He couldn’t believe how good Shane was being, letting out quiet whines around his fingers. When his eyes fluttered open occasionally, they were completely unfocused. Ilya learned in and kissed the corner of Shane’s mouth around his fingers.

“You love it though,” he growled more than asked, watching Shane’s face as his face flushed impossibly redder with humiliation before he shook his head. “No? You don’t love feeling your sore hole gaping open from me fucking into it? From my fat cock stretching you open like this for hours?”

Even as he shook his head and whined again, Ilya looked down to see Shane’s stomach tensing, his dick beginning to fill up again. Fuck, he was incredible.

He adjusted his angle again, watching closely to see how Shane would respond. He took a pointed thrust towards his prostate and Shane moaned around his fingers, arching and throwing his head back towards Ilya’s shoulder.

“Yeah? Right there?” Ilya bit his earlobe as he hammered again into the spot. Shane’s eyes were clenched shut, tears now streaming down his face. He was drooling around Ilya’s fingers and onto the pillow. He whined quietly each time Ilya hit home. He lowered his voice and said, “My shanya, how can I stop when you feel this good?”

Shane responded by tensing up and biting down lightly on Ilya’s fingers, which were still in his mouth. The muffled moans he was making were animalistic. Ilya could feel his hole getting tighter and more swollen by the second.

“Are you sure, my beautiful boy? Are you sure you can’t give me one more?”

At that, Shane’s head pushed back further onto his shoulder and his entire body seemed to start shaking. Ilya’s fingers slipped from his mouth as he opened it to cry out.

“Fuck Ilya, it hurts,” Shane cried. “It’s so much.”

Ilya watched his husband's face closely, admiring the sheen of sweat on his skin and the furrow of his brows as he closed his eyes again. He looked down at his dick again, which was now fully hard and leaking profusely. He couldn’t quite hide the smirk on his face as he began sucking and biting at his husband’s neck.

“Ilya,” he cried. “Don’t stop, fuck. Please.”

Shane was actually grinding back onto him now, even as he continued whining.

Ilya used his fingers, still sopping wet from Shane’s mouth, to grip his husband’s now swollen cock.

“I already told you, moy lyubovnik, I cannot stop,” Ilya teased, despite the fact that he could barely think without coming at this point. He looked down again to watch Shane slamming back into Ilya’s hips, his ass bouncing with the force of it.

“Fuuuuck shane, good boy,” Ilya groaned. He threw his head back at the sensation, fully accepting his fate, that he would die here in this bed tonight.

He began to stroke Shane’s throbbing dick with fervor, relishing in the way his breath caught and his ass clenched. He had fully given into the pleasure now, no longer grinding back into Ilya, but just lying there and taking it.

“Ilya, oh my god,” he cried into his pillow.

“Yeah, baby, give it to me,” Ilya groaned, dropping his forehead to Shane’s shoulder.

He heard him let out a sob before he stilled completely, so tight Ilya could barely move inside of him, and then his voice cracked as he moaned Ilya’s name and came all over his knuckles as Ilya continued pumping his cock.

Once he felt his husband’s hot release on his hand, Ilya lost all resolve, giving two more powerful thrusts before coming with a long, drawn-out groan. After a few seconds, he began slowly thrusting as he kept coming, all too happy to fuck his release as deep into him as possible.

He looked down and pulled out so that just the tip remained, making sure Shane could feel the last spurts of cum landing on his sensitive rim. He reached down, gathered some on his fingers, before bringing his hand to Shane’s mouth once again. He didn’t even have to ask, Shane’s mouth opened for him and he greedily sucked his fingers clean. Ilya couldn’t hold back his groan, feeling his dick twitch despite being unimaginably spent.

Shane was still twitching with aftershocks, and Ilya could hardly feel his limbs. He was breathing heavier than he did after some of their morning runs- whenever Shane succeeded in getting him up in time, that is.

He sat up on an elbow and gently ran his other hand through Shane’s hair, feeling how damp it was from his exertion.

He leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses up and down his husband’s neck before gently nibbling at his ear.

“Moya lyubov, you are so perfect for me,” he spoke softly in his ear. “I can’t believe I get to have you as mine.”

Shane started to roll over, and Ilya let him. Shane would be griping about the mess in no time, but Ilya would gladly savor these few minutes in the afterglow.

Shane leaned in to kiss him for the first time since they woke up, gentle at first, until his tongue was pressing against Ilya’s lips and slipping inside. They kissed each other slowly, lazily, for god knows how long. Shane reached up to run his hands through Ilya’s sweaty curls.

“Ya tebya lyublyu,” Shane said softly against Ilya’s mouth, sending a swarm of butterflies to his stomach as a cheesy grin he would never learn to control spread across his face. Even after multiple years of marriage and Shane’s fervent efforts to become fluent, his husband’s Russian always struck him as adorable- the most endearing thing he’d ever heard.

He couldn’t imagine a better feeling than this, right now, looking into the prettiest brown eyes he’d ever seen. They still looked the same as they did all those years ago, sparkling with the sweet curiosity and gentleness that Ilya had quickly fallen in love with.

“Ya tebya lyublyu,” Ilya whispered back before kissing Shane deeply.

Shane then leaned over Ilya to reach his nightstand, grabbing a few tissues. He gently cleaned off Ilya’s now soft dick before reaching under himself to wipe quickly.

“Let’s just shower in the morning,” Shane said, exhaling, much to Ilya’s surprise. “We only have a few more hours anyway, and I just want to hold you.”

And Ilya let him.