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Comfort
Ilya was lost in sensation.
They had started out on their knees, Ilya draped across Shane’s broad back as he pounded into him, Shane’s moans of pleasure muffled as Ilya pressed his head gently against the mattress.
That lasted for a few minutes until Shane tapped the bed twice, their non-verbal signal to pause. Ilya pulled back, stroking himself as he watched Shane turn over, settling back on his pillow and spreading those thick thighs that sometimes had Ilya salivating.
“Can we do it like this?” Shane asked breathlessly, and Ilya was already moving before he finished his question.
He settled himself between his husband’s strong legs, thrusting in and out of him and swiveling his hips the way he knew Shane loved. Shane was moaning and grunting beneath him, his arms and legs wrapped around him like a vice, and Ilya let his head drop forward so he could grind against him and breathe in the scent of his soap from his earlier shower, pressing messy kisses to his face, neck, shoulders, collarbone, anything he could reach.
Fucking Shane had always been one of his favorite pastimes. Knowing he was the one responsible for giving him pleasure, knowing he was the one Shane craved above all other men, was a dream. If he could, he would spend the rest of his life buried inside his perfect husband.
His movements faltered slightly when he felt Shane’s arms and legs go slack around him, still holding on but not quite as tightly as before. He raised his head to see his face and saw that Shane’s eyes were closed and his lips were parted, much like they were when he was asleep.
Ilya froze above him, and Shane made a soft, unhappy noise. “Are you sleeping?” Ilya asked, feeling confused and a little wounded.
“Mmm, no. Why’d you stop?” Shane murmured, voice sounding heavy and lethargic, and Ilya pulled out immediately, uncertain what was happening.
Shane’s eyes squinted open. “Hey, no, give it back,” he protested, sounding fully alert now that their bodies were no longer joined.
Ilya chuckled, shaking his head. “No, sweetheart. You’re tired.”
Shane opened his eyes even more, and now he was the one who looked wounded. “Ilya, please. I wanna make you come.”
“If you’re tired, we should just rest,” Ilya suggested, but his husband started pawing at him, tugging him close so their bodies were flush once again.
“Finish, please. I know you’re still hard,” Shane said, reaching between them and wrapping a hand around Ilya’s erection.
Ilya groaned, resting his forehead against Shane’s. “Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“I appreciate that, really, but please fuck me,” Shane whined, pouting sadly at him, and Ilya obliged. He sank back into him, and Shane’s agitation melted away instantly. “Mmm. Yes, better,” he murmured happily, his eyes narrowing to little slits once more, and Ilya grinned at him as he found his rhythm again.
Shane made little sounds of pleasure beneath him, and they got softer and fainter as Ilya fucked him, but any time Ilya slowed down, Shane shook his head. “Nooo, keep going,” he begged, and Ilya was helpless to deny him anything he wanted.
He closed his own eyes for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the feeling of his husband’s body wrapped around him, and he could feel his orgasm approaching. He didn’t want to break this spell Shane seemed to be under by doing anything to upset him, so he leaned close to his ear to ask, “Can I come inside you?” It was always a toss up whether Shane wanted to deal with the mess when they didn’t use condoms.
“Mm hmm, yes,” Shane murmured, and the feel of him tightening his legs around Ilya’s hips again sent Ilya over the edge. He threw his head back, groaning in pleasure, and when he looked down again, his husband was grinning up at him, looking extremely pleased, even though his eyes were still barely open. Ilya waited to see what he needed now, and he didn’t have to wait for long.
“My turn?” Shane asked sweetly, his eyes flicking down towards where his own erection was pressed between their stomachs, and Ilya nodded, sliding down his body and sucking Shane’s dick down his throat, eagerly swallowing his cum a few minutes later.
Ilya was about to snuggle up next to him, but Shane placed a hand on his chest to stop him. “Towel,” he requested, and Ilya once again obliged.
When he came back from the bathroom, he took in the sight of his husband. Arms flung haphazardly above his head, legs still spread wide, eyes closed, belly exposed. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Ilya cleaned him as gently as he could, responding to Shane’s soft “Thank you” with a lingering kiss on his perfect lips.
Ilya didn’t completely understand what happened between them that night, and he wanted to talk to Shane about it, but his husband was fast asleep after he came back from washing the towel and placing it over the edge of the tub to dry, and he couldn’t bear to wake him up when he looked so peaceful. He slid into the bed next to Shane, watching him sleep until his own eyes started to droop.
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Shane woke up the following morning feeling fully refreshed. He stretched languidly, mentally preparing himself for the day, until he looked over at Ilya and saw that he was actually awake, staring up at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression. His husband almost never woke up before him, so that was a happy surprise. “Good morning,” he said, rolling towards him and kissing his cheek.
“Morning,” Ilya replied, sounding a little gloomy.
Shane felt his eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if Ilya was grumpy about being awake so early. The sun was only just starting to rise outside. “Are you okay?”
“Mmhm.”
Shane rested his cheek against Ilya’s shoulder, seeing if some more physical touches would put him in a better mood. “Did something bad happen?”
“No.”
“Are you going to say actual sentences to me today?”
“Everything is fine, Shane,” Ilya said.
“Uh huh. I’ve heard that before,” Shane told him, lifting himself up on one elbow so he could look into his husband’s eyes. He knew something was bothering him, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. He had made the mistake of letting Ilya spiral with his own thoughts before, and he was not about to let history repeat itself. He maintained eye contact as he cupped Ilya’s cheek in his free hand. “Please don’t shut me out again, Ilya.”
Ilya sighed and nodded, a small frown forming on his handsome face. “It’s about … last night.”
Shane smiled. He had very much enjoyed himself the night before, but his smile faded when he saw Ilya was still frowning. “What about last night?” he asked warily.
“Please be honest with me, Shane. Are you … are you bored with me?” Ilya asked, his face vulnerable in a way Shane rarely saw.
Shane stared at him in shock, his hand falling to land on Ilya’s chest. “No,” he said immediately, trying to understand how Ilya could believe this. A jolt of fear raced through him, and he blurted out, “Why? Are you bored with me?”
“No, of course not, moya lyubov,” Ilya cooed, turning to face him fully and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Shane relaxed, leaning forward to press their foreheads together. “Can you just tell me what’s wrong, please? Or do you need to schedule a visit with Galina?”
Ilya shook his head. “No, nothing like that.” He wrapped his arms around Shane and leaned back against his pillow, and they snuggled quietly while Ilya got his thoughts together. “What do you remember about last night?” Ilya asked, running one hand along Shane’s side.
Shane shrugged, letting his fingers play with Ilya’s sparse chest hair. “Besides us having sex? Not much.”
“Did you … enjoy the sex?”
Shane lifted his head to stare at his husband again. “Of course I did. I always enjoy sex with you.”
Ilya gave an unhappy sigh and pursed his lips pensively, which seemed like an odd reaction to what Shane just told him. Shane waited him out patiently, tracing one finger along his necklace.
“It’s just … I’ve never had anyone fall asleep while my dick was inside them,” Ilya admitted in a small voice, looking extremely put out, and the expression was so cute on him Shane wanted to kiss him about it. However, he knew this conversation was important to his husband, so he attempted to focus on what he’d said.
“I promise I was still awake, Ilya,” Shane assured him. “I was just very relaxed.”
“While we were fucking?” Ilya asked incredulously, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “I don’t usually get that relaxed until after we’re finished.”
Shane nodded, resting his hand against Ilya’s neck and leaning in for another soft kiss. He thought about it for a moment before offering up his perspective on the evening. “Ilya, when we’re together like that, it’s the one time in my day that I feel truly, completely relaxed. It’s like you shut my brain off for a little while.”
Ilya’s look of alarm encouraged him to continue.
“Shut my brain off in a good way!” Shane soothed, waiting for Ilya’s face to go back to normal before he continued. “When you slide inside me, all I have to do is focus on you. I don’t have to think about game tape or commercial shoots or counting calories or answering media questions perfectly. It’s just me and you, enjoying each other.”
“Well, I’m glad you aren’t thinking about Rolex or macrobiotics while I’m fucking you,” Ilya muttered sarcastically.
Shane rolled his eyes. “Will you let me finish, please?” At his husband’s nod, he gave a soft sigh. “You’re the only person in my life I feel so comfortable with, Ilya. Like I don’t have to perform. I can just let myself go and let you take care of me. I don’t think I could ever feel like that with anyone else.”
“I should hope not, considering we’re married,” Ilya said, smirking.
“Shut up. I’m serious. I can be relaxed like that because I trust you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I know I’m safe with you. Last night, I just leaned into that feeling. Does any of that make sense?”
Ilya seemed to give his words considerable thought. Then he gave Shane a vigorous nod, and his face broke out into his usual happy grin. “It does make sense, sonya.”
Shane leaned over to kiss him again. “I promise you, I was fully awake the entire time. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings or anything.”
“Is okay. I understand now. Thank you for explaining,” Ilya said, letting out a big yawn, and Shane hoped his husband hadn’t been awake all night stressing about this.
“Are we good?” Shane asked hesitantly.
“Da, all good, moya lyubov,” Ilya said, his eyes falling shut. “Can we skip our morning workout today, though? I want to rest a little longer.”
Shane smiled and kissed his forehead. “Sure, but just this once.”
-fin-
Translations:
moya lyubov - my love
sonya - sleepyhead
da - yes