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Shane was panting – fully out of breath, desperately taking in deep gulps of air, sweaty-hair-sticking-to-your-forehead panting.
He was also so very close to shooting his load all over his chest and possibly even up to his chin. It was all he could do to hold back as he bit his lip and whimpered. If he hadn’t been so desperate for air, he would’ve held his breath.
He was currently bent over the kitchen island, his protein smoothie sitting next to him, all but forgotten. His palms were pressed flat to the stone surface, cool to the touch.
Shane’s torso kept sliding up and down on the counter, aided by the thin black workout shirt he’d donned as he’d been about to head downstairs to the gym for his morning workout.
He’d just finished preparing his smoothie so he wouldn’t have to make it after what would surely be an intense workout, when Ilya had snuck up on him from behind. He’d pressed him to the counter with his broad, warm body. His big hands had gripped Shane’s hips, squeezing firmly.
“Bend over,” Ilya’s deep voice had sounded behind him.
Before realising it, Shane had, indeed, bent over – only to have his gym shorts pushed down to his ankles. Ilya had parted Shane’s cheeks with strong hands, pulling them apart and moaning at what he saw.
“Fuck, Hollander, I can’t wait to fuck you. Think you can take me without stretching you out first? I want you to feel me all day.”
Shane had nodded immediately, helpless to resist anything Ilya offered. Besides, they’d had sex last night and Shane had still felt relaxed enough to feel able to forego the stretching.
When Ilya had breached him with his lubed-up cock, it had stung, the pain brief but sharp. Then, any discomfort had quickly been drowned out by the sheer ecstasy of Ilya possessing him so completely.
Shane always felt elated when they were together like this. As he lay over the kitchen counter now, he whimpered and turned his head, desperate to get a look at Ilya. When he caught sight of him, Shane’s panting breath momentarily halted. Ilya’s gaze was riveted to where he was thrusting into Shane. When he felt Shane’s gaze on him, he looked up and their eyes met.
There was so much longing in Ilya’s eyes; so much devotion and adoration – it made Shane want to give him absolutely anything he could ever wish for. Shane clenched around Ilya’s cock, causing the other man to throw back his head. Ilya bit his lip, overcome by pleasure, before moaning loudly. The sound echoed through the kitchen.
“Fuck, Hollander,” Ilya panted, “I need to fuck you harder. So much. Can I?”
Shane nodded before adding “Yes, Ilya. Whatever you need.”
Ilya widened his stance, using a big hand to press down Shane’s upper body closer to the counter. He pressed a kiss to Shane’s spine, murmuring “Thank you, moy lyubov” before withdrawing almost all the way and surging back inside, their flesh clapping together loudly.
Ilya’s thrusts picked up more and more speed, simultaneously gaining forcefulness. Ilya’s hands were still firmly gripping Shane’s hips, his thumbs brushing gentle caresses over the skin of his lower back. It was as if Ilya was thanking Shane for allowing him to take what he clearly needed so desperately in that moment.
On a particularly harsh thrust, Ilya hit Shane’s prostate, leading him to spurt come all over the kitchen counter, his upper body rising up with his pleasure. Ilya followed soon after, rapidly thrusting into Shane and then spilling himself deep inside.
He would never say it out loud, but Shane was addicted to the warm feeling of Ilya’s cum inside him, soothing his insides. He felt some of it spill out of him when Ilya withdrew, the drops falling in soft dribbles down to the kitchen floor.
Ilya pressed gentle kisses to Shane’s spine before saying “stay here”. He left only to return moments after, gently cleaning Shane up with a hand towel that he’d wet with warm water.
Shane felt Ilya squat down behind him while he gently tended to Shane, using the hand that wasn’t holding the cloth to caress Shane’s thigh while pressing gentle kisses to his cheek.
Ilya paused when he’d finished cleaning Shane, concern clear in his voice when he spoke. “Are you okay? You are very red here. Did I hurt you?”
“No no, I feel, uhm, amazing,” Shane was quick to dismiss Ilya’s concern. Pausing to take stock of his body, he added after a moment’s hesitation “Well, I guess I am a bit sore. More than usual, I mean. I guess you really didn’t take it easy on me today, huh,” he chuckled.
Expecting Ilya to join in on his laughter, Shane was slightly taken aback by the seriousness in Ilya’s voice when he replied.
“Shane, I – I did not mean to hurt you. I’m so sorry. Fuck.”
Moving to stand upright, Shane winced at the slight twinge in his ass before turning around. Ilya was still squatting down on the floor below him, so Shane looked down at him when he replied.
“Ilya, it’s fine. It was perfect. I wanted everything we did, would’ve probably begged you to fuck me harder if I could’ve talked at all.”
Ilya still looked torn and oddly guilty, which wouldn’t do. Shane reached a hand down and pulled him up.
“Come on. I’ll make you a smoothie and then we can spend the day watching tv on the sofa.”
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Hours later, Shane was increasingly concerned. He had known something was seriously wrong when Ilya had drunk the smoothie Shane had prepared him without complaint.
Since they had sat down on the sofa, Ilya had barely talked and flinched every time Shane winced when feeling the soreness in his ass. Shane had tried to hide his reactions, but every time he moved, he was reminded of their rough – and very, very hot – kitchen sex. He loved these reminders.
“Ilya.” It was the second time Shane had called his name.
“Ilya.” Shane gently touched his shoulder, and Ilya finally seemed to notice him, as if emerging from a daze.
“Yes?” Ilya asked, looking at Shane with a confused look in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Shane gently probed.
“Nothing.” Ilya’s voice was so dismissive, Shane was almost tempted to believe him. Maybe he would have, if not for the slight tremble in Ilya’s body and the desperate quality to this touch when he reached for Shane, drawing him into a tight embrace.
Ilya buried his face against Shane’s shoulder, inhaling deeply as if to soothe himself. Shane reached a hand around Ilya’s body to gently rub his back.
“Hey. Talk to me. I can tell something is up – I want to be here for you.”
Shane felt Ilya shake his head against him. After a few moments of silence that seemed to stretch out forever, Ilya took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, as if for courage.
“This is not easy for me to talk about. I just – I don’t like that I hurt you. Earlier.”
Shane drew back, taking Ilya’s hands in his own. He made sure their gazes stayed locked when he replied.
“Ilya. You know I loved what we did earlier,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Yes, I’m a bit sore now, but you can trust me to tell you to stop if I ever don’t like something you’re doing. Fuck, I’ve told you that more than a few times by now. I’ve felt sore before, and I can’t help but feel that your reaction is very different from usual today.”
Ilya blew out a breath and looked away.
“I know that, in my mind. But I’m quite a bit bigger than you, and I could really hurt you. Accidentally. Just like…” Ilya stopped himself.
Shane’s eyes softened. “Like your father?” he asked quietly.
Ilya still couldn’t meet Shane’s gaze when he nodded. They didn’t often talk about the relationship Ilya’s parents had had, but Shane had already had the suspicion that some physical violence had been involved.
“He never hit her in front of me, you know. My father. But living with them…” Ilya cast his eyes down again. “I know he didn’t always treat her as gently as he should’ve. In many ways.”
Shane’s heart felt heavy for the little boy Ilya had been. That part clearly lived on in the strong, incredibly kind man in front of him who carried such deep wounds.
Shane searched for the right words to express what was on his mind. He really needed Ilya to understand this.
“I need you to really listen to me, Ilya. You are nothing like that man. You are kind, smart, warm and so fucking loyal to the people who deserve it. I know we like to get rough sometimes – and I fucking love it so much -, but what we do has nothing, nothing at all to do with abuse. I know without any doubt you’d never willingly hurt me. I know that. And honestly, I love feeling you even after we’ve had sex. It’s so hot.”
Shane cupped Ilya’s face with his palm and leaned forward to whisper the next part into Ilya’s ear.
“I also like when I can feel your cum leaking out of me slowly, for hours afterwards. Like I can right now.” He felt himself blushing at the words. He didn’t often speak in such explicit language, but he was hoping it’d distract Ilya now.
Ilya sucked in a sharp breath in response, groaning softly. It was the exact reaction Shane had hoped for. He smiled against the side of Ilya’s face and felt Ilya’s lips twitch in return.
Ilya drew back, serious once again. “You promise to tell me if I ever hurt you. In a way that you don’t enjoy.”
“Yes. I promise, Ilya.”
“Good. Can I lick it better now?” Ilya pressed gentle kisses behind Shane’s ear, to his neck. Shane groaned.
“Fuck yes,” he gasped before losing himself once again to the pleasure that was Ilya.
They fell asleep on the sofa later, Shane embracing Ilya from behind and holding him tightly. Just before he drifted off to sleep, Ilya exhaled slowly, grateful for the man at his side who made him feel understood in a way no one ever had before.