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“Remember that time you asked me how many times I could come in one night?” Shane asks casually. They’re sat at opposite ends of the couch in their cottage, feet touching as Shane reads and Ilya scrolls.
“You mean when you were terrible at sexting?” Ilya gives him a smirk as he looks up. He’d never really admitted to Shane, but he’d found it so endearing how he’d respond when Ilya tried to sext him. It just made Ilya fall harder.
“Shut up. Anyway, I never asked you how many times you could.” Shane places the bookmark on the page he was reading and sets his book down. Ilya gives him a curious look.
“We have had sex many times now, you should know this.” Ilya shrugs.
“Yeah but we’ve never really tested it. I want to.” Shane replies confidently.
“I could come more times than you. We’ve got you to what, four?” Ilya makes his way across the couch so he’s laying on top of his boyfriend.
“Yeah. You think you can get more than four? I know we’re competitive, Ilya, but seriously that would be insane.” Shane tucks a curl behind Ilya’s ear as he answers. Ilya shrugs and smirks, feeling confident.
“Fine. Tonight. I won’t touch you all day to make it a bit easier for you, then you’ll listen to me all night and be good for me so we can test it.” Shane declares, searching Ilya’s eyes for confirmation of his plan.
“Do your worst Hollander. You going to be mean to me like I am to you sometimes?” Ilya asks, half teasing. He knew Shane had it in him, but he’d never experienced his boyfriend dominating him and being mean. Shane had taken control a couple of times now and it had been amazing, but he was still soft and loving in his instructions.
“Is this you asking me to be mean to you?” Shane smiles as he asks, raising one brow.
“Maybe.” Ilya leans down and kisses Shane deeply, his tongue exploring his boyfriend’s mouth. Shane melts into it and pulls back before giving one more peck.
“Well I’m not going to tell you my plan, you’ll have to wait and see.”
They carry on with their day after that, working out and doing some housework. Ilya makes them a light dinner, then Shane tells Ilya to meet him in the bedroom and to be naked for him.
Ilya rushes to their bedroom and tosses off all his clothes, leaving him bare and sat against the headboard, cock half hard.
“Someone’s excited.” Shane says amusedly as he strolls into the bedroom, still wearing his comfortable shorts and tight t shirt.
“Very, malysh. I know I am very handsome but are you just going to stand there or will you do something?” Ilya asks as Shane leans against the dresser.
“We haven’t even started and you’ve already got an attitude. I’ve got a feeling you won’t by the end of this. Spit on your hand and touch yourself.” Shane tells him, and pulls the chair from the corner of the room to the foot of the bed.
Ilya gets flashbacks to Vegas, roles reversed. He remembers feeling powerful in that chair for a bit, watching Shane pleasure himself, then feeling utterly powerless when Shane told him he needed him. He wonders how Shane feels right now.
Ilya spits into his right hand, keeping eye contact with his boyfriend, and wraps his hand around his cock. He starts stroking himself the way he likes, his cock fully hard now. He twists his hand from base to tip and squeezes harder towards the top.
“Touch your nipples.” Shane tells him. He’s hard in his shorts now, subtly readjusting as he sits back as if he’s on a throne. Ilya likes that thought - Shane being a King who’s ordering Ilya to do exactly as he pleases. He often feels like that anyway, wants to worship him and kneel at his feet.
Ilya licks two fingers of his left hand and brings them to his nipple, making it wet then pinching hard. He didn’t realise how sensitive his nipples were until Shane discovered one day and then was obsessed. He wouldn’t complain.
Ilya feels himself getting closer as he watches Shane watch him get off. The feeling of being admired by Shane was intoxicating. He speeds up his hand, his chest rising and falling faster.
“Make yourself come like a good boy for me, Ilya. First one of the night. Make it good for me.” Shane’s voice is low as he commands him.
Ilya groans as he keeps playing with his nipples and stroking his cock faster and harder. He keeps his eyes on Shane, raking up and down his clothed body as he moans and comes over his stomach, his hand letting go of his cock as he comes down from his orgasm.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I? Hand back on your cock. Keep stroking.” Shane instructs, taking his own clothes off now, but sits back down.
Ilya whines as he wraps his hand back around his cock and keeps going, his grip softer than before because of the overstimulation.
This isn’t the first time he’s kept going after coming once, but it is rare. He knows this feeling of the borderline painful but satisfying sensitivity in his cock. He was foolish enough to think Shane would give him more time between orgasms, but his boyfriend must be feeling sadistic tonight.
Shane is slowly touching his own body now, hands trailing from his neck down to his stomach, all around his thighs. He’s teasing himself as he watches Ilya struggle, his cock fully hard again.
It’s not long before Ilya is close again, his eyes squeezing shut as the beginnings of another orgasm start to roll over him.
“Stop.” Shane says, voice demanding.
Ilya listens, because he wants to be good tonight. He pulls his hand back but not before cursing Shane in Russian. He takes deep breaths as the orgasm fades.
“So desperate, aren’t you? Already gonna come again? That’s okay, baby, there’ll be plenty more tonight,” Shane finally, finally stands, making his way to the dresser to grab something, then kneels on the bed next to Ilya. Ilya readies himself for Shane to finally touch him, his eyes closing as he waits, but all he feels is Shane’s hands yanking his wrists up above his head and securing them together and to the headboard.
“You already look so pathetic for me. I don’t trust you to not keep touching your cock or me, so this should do.” Shane finishes the knots and Ilya gives them a tug, finding them to be completely taut to the bedframe.
“Please, Shane. Let me touch you. I will be good, I promise. I stopped, didn’t I? Listened so good.” Ilya tries.
“Mmm, no. I want to have some fun with you, and I don’t want you trying to stop me.” Shane stays to Ilya’s side and leans down to Ilya’s chest, mouth coming around one of Ilya’s nipples, sucking and biting, then doing the same to the other.
Ilya arches into the touch and moans at the feeling of Shane’s hot wet mouth on him. Shane pulls back and lets out a breathy laugh at Ilya’s reaction, then harshly twists both of Ilya’s nipples with his fingers. Ilya shouts at the pain but his cock is painfully hard and he’s so close.
“These are so sensitive, huh? You think you can come just from me playing with your nipples?” Shane asks, rubbing his thumbs over both before pinching and twisting them again.
Ilya is sweating and moaning at the sensations, hips bucking up into nothing as his cock seek any sort of friction.
“Fuck. I don’t know. Maybe. ‘M so close, Shanya. Please touch my cock.” Ilya groans and looks down to see his red and swollen nipples still being played with. Shane flicks them with his fingers, pinches them and twists them.
“I think you can come without me touching your cock. Come on, Ilya. Be a good boy and come for me again.” Shane encourages and continues his torment, ignoring Ilya’s red and leaking cock and twists his nipples even harder. Ilya moans loudly and comes, body curling in on himself as Shane doesn’t let up while cum spurts from Ilya’s cock, “Good. So good for me. That’s two, Ilya. Just three more, you can do it, right?” Shane asks, a bit condescendingly.
Ilya closes his eyes and allows his body to calm down, Shane’s fingers finally letting go of his sore nipples.
With his eyes closed, Ilya can hear Shane rustling around in the dresser again, but he’s too fucked to look at what he’s getting. He startles a bit when he feels something on his stomach, then looks down to see Shane using a prostate massager toy to swirl around his cum, collecting it on the toy. Ilya moans at the sight.
“I think it’s only fair for one of your orgasms to be with something in this tight hole, what do you think?” Shane asks, bending Ilya’s legs so his feet are planted on the bed and circling his finger around Ilya’s rim.
Ilya’s eyes go wide as he watches and feels the finger, his hole clenching already. He’s already regretting challenging Shane and saying he could come five times, what the hell was he thinking?
“Is up to you, malysh. Don’t know how many more times I can come.” Ilya admits sheepishly.
Shane just smiles and leans up to place his hand on Ilya’s face.
“You’ll come as many times as I want you to. That’s right isn’t it?” Shane taunts and Ilya is speechless, so just nods.
Shane gives him a small slap on the cheek and goes back to his position between Ilya’s legs. Ilya’s cock is soft after the two orgasms, but Shane still slicks his fingers in lube and starts circling Ilya’s rim. He keeps doing this for a minute or so before sliding the tip of one finger inside, then inching in until it’s fully in Ilya’s hole.
Shane is looking between Ilya’s legs with the type of concentration he has when looking at spreadsheets and numbers, a sort of clinical observation. Ilya feels exposed and full, and jolts when Shane starts pumping the finger inside and then curls it to hit Ilya’s prostate.
“There it is. This toy will be hitting that spot perfectly. Can’t wait to see you keep falling apart for me.” Shane adds a second finger and continues curling them towards the spot that has Ilya’s cock hardening and his hips pushing up to meet Shane’s fingers.
He wishes his hands were free so he could rake them through Shane’s hair or play with his own balls, but he loves this feeling of being restricted and on show for his boyfriend.
Shane pulls the two fingers out and rubs the prostate massager in more of Ilya’s cum from his stomach before rubbing it over Ilya’s hole. Ilya feels filthy with his own cum being pushed into him as Shane slowly inserts the toy. His hole was wet and slippery anyway so Shane didn’t need to use his cum, he just wanted to.
“Fuck, Shane. I feel so full.” Ilya moans as the toy is seated inside him, pressing against his prostate in a dizzying way.
“Fucking perfect, Ilya. Your hole swallowed that up. Such a waste you don’t bottom with an ass like this, isn’t it?” Shane asks as he taps on the base of the toy and pushes it in and out a bit, making Ilya whine and groan.
Shane just laughs and sits back on his heels, grabbing the remote for the toy and placing it into Ilya’s hand. Ilya gives him a look of confusion, looking up at his bound wrists; didn’t Shane want to control this?
“Here’s what’s going to happen. When I tell you to turn it up, you turn it up. If you don’t, you get punished. Understand?” Shane cocks his head as he waits for an answer.
“Fuck. Okay, yes. I understand.” Ilya breathes out. This is worse than Shane controlling it because Ilya would have to force himself to press that stupid button when he was already overstimulated. But he would try.
“Good boy. You’re going to watch me touch myself while that toy vibrates in your ass and you’re going to keep your legs spread so I can see.” Shane tells him and sits back on the chair at the end of the bed. Ilya wishes Shane would let him fuck him, but he wouldn’t beg yet. Shane clearly had a plan, and he would stick to it.
Ilya keeps his feet planted on the floor and his legs spread wide so Shane can see the toy in his ass and his hard cock resting on his stomach. His hand above him holds the remote and he can feel the buttons for plus and minus so he knows what to press.
“Okay, turn it on. Level one for now.” Shane says, leaning back in the chair and slicking his hand up with lube before starting to slowly stroke his cock.
Ilya gulps before pressing the button, a gasp and moan being forced out of his body as the toy vibrates steadily but intensely against his prostate. No amount of squirming could change the angle it was pressed in at, and he tries.
“Fuck. Love seeing you like this. So desperate and pathetic for me, aren’t you?” Shane grunts out, precum leaking from his tip.
“Yes, Shane.” Ilya replies, keeping his eyes on Shane, his legs shaking as he struggles to keep them spread.
“Yes what?”
“I am desperate and pathetic for you, malysh. Fuck.” Ilya pushes his hips up off the bed but the angle just makes it more intense. He moans as precum leaks from his cock, red and aching. He’s surprised he’s been able to get hard again so quick.
“Yes, you are. Level two.” Shane smiles sadistically and keeps the slow movements of his hand working his cock.
Ilya takes a deep breath and goes to change the level, but his mind tells him no.
“Shanya, please. This is enough. Is already so intense.” Ilya begs, a whine slipping out of his throat involuntarily.
“Ilya. Turn it up. Now.” Shane demands, giving Ilya a hard stare.
Ilya thinks if he waits just a little longer before turning it up, it might help. So he squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to focus on the intense sensation in his ass. He takes a deep breath in and is about to turn it up when he feels the remote being snatched from his hand. His eyes snap open to see Shane standing above him, shaking his head in disapproval.
“No, malysh. I was just about to, I swear. Let me do it. Please.” Ilya is a mess as he begs his boyfriend, but he doesn’t care.
“I asked you to do one thing, Ilya. And you can’t even do that. Jesus.” Shane turns it up one, making Ilya’s body jolt and a screams threatens to leave his mouth before he bites down hard on his lip. He walks around the room slowly, ignoring Ilya, and once again grabbing something from their sex toy drawer.
Ilya keeps his eyes on Shane as his hips squirm and try to get away from the pressure and vibration. Shane makes his way back over to Ilya with a riding crop. Ilya moans and screws his eyes shut, feeling sweat dripping down his forehead.
“Please, please, Shane. Just let me fuck you already. No more silly toys.” Ilya pleads, trying to get his boyfriend to see how much he was struggling, but Shane looked like he was loving seeing Ilya like this.
“Is that up to you? Keep your mouth shut or I’ll gag you.” Shane snapped, kneeling between Ilya’s legs.
“I’m sorry, Shanya. I just- it’s so much. Fuck.”
“I know. It’s supposed to be. You haven’t even had three yet, Ilya.” Shane laughed and shook his head as he looked between Ilya’s legs then played with the toy, tapping it and grabbing hold of the base to move it around. Ilya tried to close his legs but Shane’s body between them kept them spread wide.
“Keep your fucking legs spread, how many times do I need to tell you?” Shane asks, then continues, “Maybe this will be good motivation.”
Shane takes the riding crop and starts to trail it over Ilya’s body, from his chest down to his stomach then his inner thighs. It’s gentle and Ilya can feel the cool leather, but there’s the promise of pain in the touch. Shane stands at the end of the bed so he’s at a better angle, then continues the path, the underside of Ilya’s knees, down his calves and over his feet.
Ilya is still writhing and begging Shane to take the toy out or touch his cock, anything. He doesn’t know if he can come from just the toy, but it’s feeling like he might be able to, but he doesn’t want to without permission.
Shane trails the riding crop back up to the inside of Ilya’s thighs then pulls it back and slaps it against the sensitive skin. Ilya moans and tries to snap his legs shut, but Shane pushes them apart again and slaps the riding crop to his other thigh. It’s so close to his cock that Ilya feels on edge, but the pain is sharp and is making him even more turned on.
“You fucking like it when I hurt you, don’t you?” Shane scoffs, then continues bringing the riding crop down hard, over and over again on Ilya’s inner thighs. His skin is turning red and stinging, but he feels close to coming from all the sensations.
“Such a fucking pain slut. No matter how I touch you, you want to come. Could do anything to you and you’ll be begging for more.” Shane rubs the leather over the skin as he tsks.
Ilya is panting and almost crying when Shane teases the riding crop over his balls, the material rubbing over his sensitive skin and making him flinch back on instinct.
“Ah, stay still. What do you think would happen if I hit your balls? Think you would come? Or go soft?” Shane muses, still gently rubbing over Ilya’s tight balls.
“Fuck, i dont know, Shane. Holy fuck.” Ilya groans, anticipating the worst.
“Hm. We can’t risk you going soft, can we? Still need to get three more orgasms out of you. Maybe another day.” Shane places the riding crop to the side and just stares at Ilya’s fucked out face for a moment, “Do you want to come?”
“Please, please, yes. Please touch my cock. Will be sensitive but I need to come, malysh.” Ilya begs, not caring how pathetic he sounds.
“Okay.” Shane says simply and leans down to take Ilya’s cock in his mouth. Ilya gasps and tried to tug at his restraints and doesn’t know whether he’s trying to pull away from Shane or fuck his mouth, but Shane gets his hands down firmly on Ilya’s hips and sucks hard. He deep throats Ilya’s hard cock and bobs his head up and down as Ilya moans and whimpers.
“Fuck, Shane. Is so intense. Gonna come, fuck.” Ilya grips the headboard as his whole body tenses up and he comes down Shane’s throat. It’s nowhere near as much cum as it was the first or second time, but Shane swallows the small amount then lifts his head off Ilya’s cock and turns the vibrator off.
Ilya sighs in relief as the buzzing stops. He can still feel the pressure of the toy against his prostate and his hole is clenching around it, but it’s a million times better.
“Thank you, baby. Thank you. That felt- Fuck.” Ilya throws his head back and tries to get his breathing back to normal.
“Good boy. That’s three. Are you regretting saying you could get to five yet?” Shane asks and Ilya groans at the thought of getting hard and coming again. He doesn’t know if his body will let him, but he’ll try for Shane. He’s not one to back down from a challenge.
“I want to try. For you.” Ilya meets his eyes as he tells him. Shane just smiles and leans down to kiss him deeply.
“How about this- I’ll let you fuck me if you come one more time for me. Then for the last one you can come inside me if you want. If you can’t get to five you can admit defeat and not fuck me.” Shane proposes. Ilya throws his head back and groans but nods, desperate to be inside his boyfriend even if he is overly sensitive and unsure if he can keep going.
“Drink some water and then we’ll keep going.” Shane lifts the glass of water to his mouth and tips it back slowly so Ilya can drink. He hadn’t realise how thirsty he was until the cool water was sliding down his throat.
“Thank you, malysh.” Ilya rasps out as he lets his head fall back onto the bed.
“Good boy. Are your arms okay?” Shane asks seriously, his hand lifting to check the tightness.
“Yes, is okay.” Ilya confirms. He does want to be freed, but only for selfish reasons, so he won’t lie to Shane. He’s trying to be good.
“Good. I have an idea for the next orgasm, want to hear it?” Shane has a mischievous look on his face and Ilya doesn’t know what that means.
“Yes, please.” Ilya replies.
“Remember last week when I came home a few hours early and caught you? What were you doing?” Shane asks. Ilya freezes as he remembers.
“Fuck.”
“Answer me. What were you doing?” Shane grips his hair and forces him to look at him.
“Fuck, okay. I was fucking my fleshlight,” Ilya finally responds, “But I was thinking about you, solnyshko, I swear. Is all I can think about when I jerk off.” He says honestly.
“Naughty fucking boy. Couldn’t even wait for me to get home. If you like it so much, maybe we should use it now.” Shane says and Ilya groans. He knew this was coming as soon as Shane mentioned that day.
The fleshlight is intense- tight and wet when slicked with lube. It isn’t nearly as good as being inside Shane, but it’s better than his hand sometimes.
“I don’t even know if I can get hard again, baby. Please. Want to for you but i dont know if I can.” Ilya rushes out, but Shane just slaps his face and brings his hand to Ilya’s throat, squeezing gently.
“Did I ask?”
“No. I’m sorry.” The pressure around Ilya’s neck is dizzying and he’s thinking now maybe he could get hard again. Fuck.
“I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to eat me out like your life depends on it.” Shane tests lowly into his ear. Ilya nods as Shane releases the grip on his throat and turns around to straddle Ilya with his ass to his face.
Ilya wishes he could reach out and grab Shane’s ass cheeks or his cock right now, but he just lies there and waits. Shane lowers his hips back until Ilya is basically suffocated between his cheeks. Shane lets out a moan as Ilya’s tongue works hard and fast straight away, spitting on his hole then using his tongue to lick long strips up and around his rim. He points his tongue and starts prodding Shane’s hole.
Ilya is exactly where he wants to be- tied up with Shane’s ass in his face. Shane is riding his face now, breaths coming in shallow bursts and moans slipping from his lips. Ilya’s jaw and tongue starts to get sore but he keep going, licking around the rim then pushing his tongue inside.
“Good fucking boy, Ilya. Doing so good for me. Your cock is getting hard for me again.” Shane says, and Ilya can’t see but can tell Shane has a hand around his own cock as Ilya eats him out like a man starved.
He can feel the blood rushing to his cock as it somehow hardens again, against all odds. The most Ilya has come in one night was probably three and it was more spread out across the night than this. This is intense and bordering on painful, but Shane wants this so he wants this. Knowing he’s pleasing Shane is enough to keep him going.
“Fuck, Ilya. I’m gonna come. Keep going, keep fucking your tongue inside me, just like that.” Shane orders and Ilya listens, pushing his tongue in as far as it can go then back out, Shane’s hole more relaxed now.
Shane rides Ilya’s face faster and then moans out as he comes all over Ilya’s stomach, then lays on the bed next to Ilya.
“Fuck. That was so good, baby. Love using that filthy tongue however I want.” Shane says, swirling his fingers in the cum and forcing them into Ilya’s mouth and down his throat, making him gag and tears form in his eyes.
“Thank you, malysh. Love eating you out.” Ilya says after swallowing all of Shane’s cum.
“I know you do. And now that you’re hard again, we can use that fleshlight,” Shane declares, looking delighted. He takes a sip of water before grabbing the fleshlight and coming back between Ilya’s legs. He drips lube over Ilya’s cock, the cold making him flinch, “I’m going to slide your cock into this, and you’re going to fuck up into it. If you stop, I’ll keep using it on you after you’ve come and you won’t get to fuck me at all. Does that sound fair?”
It sounds like the least fair thing Ilya’s ever heard, but it’s not up to him. He nods reluctantly.
“Thought so,” Shane squirts lube into the toy too, then slides it down so Ilya’s cock is fully seated inside, making Ilya moan and gasp, “Now be good and fuck the toy.” Shane lifts the toy so just Ilya’s tip is inside.
“Fuck. Okay. Will do it for you. Feel so fucking sensitive.” Ilya complains, but pushes his hips up so his cock is fully back inside. His cock is so raw and sensitive that any small movements he makes sends jolts through his body.
He pushes through and keeps fucking his hips up, thinking about the fact that he’ll get to fuck Shane after this. If his cock lets him. He looks down to see Shane looking almost bored, holding the toy and just watching Ilya’s movements. Ilya doesn’t know why he finds it so hot that Shane hardly looks like he cares while Ilya struggles.
“How does it feel, baby? Better than fucking me?” Shane asks as Ilya continues his thrusts into the toy, slower than ever.
“No, of course not. Nothing is as good as you, solnyshko. Not this stupid toy, not my hand. Nothing.” Ilya tells him. He thinks about throwing this torture device away after this.
“Aw, so sweet. Now fuck it properly, the way you fuck me. You’re going way too slow, I’d be bored by now.” Shane says, giving him a stern look.
Ilya lets out a frustrated noise but does as he’s told and speeds up his thrusts. He fucking the toy harder and faster and his inevitable orgasm is approaching.
“Shanya, baby. I think I’m going to come. Don’t know- fuck- is too much.” Ilya struggles through words as he keeps fucking the tight toy.
“Go on, come for me. Fill this toy up if you have any cum left. Not even gonna be able to fill me after this, are you?” Shane taunts.
“Want to, Shane. Want to fill you up. Want you leaking for me.” Ilya says and with the image of cum dripping from Shane’s hole, he comes. It’s an overwhelming feeling and the oversensitivity is hitting him hard.
“There we go. Knew you could do it. Perfect, Ilya.” Shane tells him and slowly pulls the fleshlight off Ilya’s cock. He sticks his fingers inside and pulls them out then once again shoves them down Ilya’s throat, “What do you think? Cum or just lube?”
Ilya gags as Shane keeps fucking his throat with his fingers, then pulls out as he waits for a response.
“Just lube. Fuck.” Ilya whines and stares down at his cock, feeling sorry for himself. It’s red and soft and so sore. But he still wants to fuck Shane so bad.
“Mm. Do I even bother letting you fuck me if you can’t even fill me with your cum?” Shane ponders, tossing the fleshlight to the side.
“No, no, no,” Ilya starts to protest, “Let me, Shane. Will make it so good for you. Please. I need it.” He begs, scrambling for what to say to get inside Shane.
“What, are you going to fuck me with a soft cock? Not sure how that would go.” He says and gestures to Ilya’s groin.
“Will get hard again. Can do it for you. Just need a minute and I can get hard again for you.” Ilya insists but he’s not sure he’s right, however much wants to be.
“Okay. Want me to help you by touching your cock?” Shane asks sweetly.
“Please, malysh. Don’t care if it’s hurts, just want to fuck you.”
Shane nods and sits back on the chair but pulls it closer to its flush against the end of the bed. Ilya furrows his brows as he watches - Shane but said he was going to touch him, didn’t he?
Ilya’s cock is already slick with lube, so when Shane lifts his legs onto the bed and lays them out straight, then places a foot onto Ilya’s cock, it’s wet and slippery.
“Holy fuck, Shane. You’re-“ Ilya is speechless as Shane’s toes trail from his balls, rubbing gently, to his cock, rubbing the sole of his foot up and down Ilya’s soft cock. It’s not soft for long, though. As Ilya watches Shane use his feet to touch him, he gets hard.
He didn’t know he’d be into this, but there was something so unbelievably hot about Shane just sat there, unbothered, rubbing his feet over Ilya’s cock to make him hard.
“Oh, you’re liking this, huh? I thought you would. So fucking filthy. You don’t care which part of my body I use, you get hard regardless. Pathetic.” Shane spits and continues to watch his feet work over Ilya’s cock.
Ilya moans at Shane’s words and just nods, having nothing to bite back with. Shane’s right- he really doesn’t care which body part Shane uses to get him off, it’s just the fact that it’s Shane.
“Such a good boy. Getting hard just from me using my feet on you. Jesus.” Shane shakes his head as he watches. Ilya’s cock is fully hard now.
“Yes, Shane. Please, malysh. Let me fuck you, baby.” Ilya begs as he writhes on the bed.
“Okay. I guess you can have my ass now. You’ve been such a good boy for me, Ilya. Already came four times. You gonna give me one more?” Shane crawls back onto the bed so he’s straddling Ilya again, holding Ilya’s jaw in his hand firmly.
“Will try for you.” Ilya promises, then feels Shane line his cock up to his hip and sink down slowly. Ilya lets out a whine at the feeling of bottoming out. His cock has never felt like this before, but the pain is balanced out with the feeling of Shane’s tight hole wrapped around his cock.
“Fuck, Ilya. How does it feel?”
“G-good, baby. Is a lot. Maybe too much but will stay here for you. Want you to use me.” Ilya insists through pained groans.
“If it’s too much maybe I should stop.” Shane considers but keeps bouncing up and down.
“No! Please. Want to be good for you, Shanya.”
“I know you do, Ilya. You are,” Shane leans down and kisses him filthily and deeply before burrowing his head in the crook of Ilya’s neck and speeding up his movements, grinding when Ilya’s fully inside then continuing to bounce, “Tell me when you’re going to come. We’re going to come at the same time.”
“Close, Shane. Fuck.” Ilya usually prides himself on lasting long when he fucks Shane, but after four orgasms he has no control. Shane feels too good.
“Good, baby. That’s okay. I’m close too. Come for me, Ilya. Now.” Shane is clenching around Ilya’s cock as he bounces and Ilya screams as he comes, his body arching off the bed.
Shane grabs hold of his own cock at the same time and moans as his orgasm hits him too. He slowly lifts off Ilya’s cock and moves to untie Ilya, massaging where the ropes have left marks, kissing the red skin. Ilya winces a bit but lets him, and feels his arms being brought down to his sides gently.
“You did so good for me, Ilya. I know that was hard but thank you for letting me. I love you so fucking much.” Shane looks at him in awe and kisses his forehead.
“I enjoyed it too, moya lyubov, even if you are sadist.” Ilya tells Shane, pulling him onto his chest and kissing the crown of his head.
“I’m not!” Shane protests then thinks about it for a second, “Okay, maybe a little, but you like it.”
“I do. Oh but one thing, Shane.” Ilya starts and Shane looks up a him a bit worried before Ilya whispers into his ear, “I win.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Yes but you love this.”