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The victory from earlier still hummed in Ilya’s veins, an electric high that fueled him after a win the team wasn’t quite used to.
The Centaurs beat Montreal 4-1 at home, something that always filled Ilya with pride, especially knowing what the win means to Shane. They’d celebrated hard after, the team going to a bar and taking countless celebratory shots. Shane doesn’t typically drink, but he splurged tonight and let himself relax for once. It was a sight Ilya always admired.
Shane had been radiant in a way that only really happened after a win. He was flushed throughout the night and laughing with the team. He finally found his place and grew comfortable around everyone quickly, something Ilya knew would happen, but still creating a lasting warmth in his chest watching it unfold.
Shane had always been nervous to be physical with Ilya in public, and Ilya never pushed this. Even though they were out to the world and he wanted to touch his husband every chance he got, he always made sure to respect Shane’s boundaries. But after multiple shots and glasses of beer, Shane was attached to Ilya’s hip. He had his hand on his back, sat on his lap, offered sweet, soft kisses throughout the night. Ilya knew this only happened once in a while, so he took advantage of it the whole night.
Shane’s touches were innocent for most of the night, but they grew more charged and needy as it went on. When Shane was sitting on Ilya’s lap, Ilya could count the number of times Shane shifted on purpose to rub himself against Ilya’s cock. Shane would glance over at Ilya after doing it with a knowing smirk, feeling his husband growing quickly underneath him. Shane would rest his head on Ilya’s shoulders, but would then give slow, wet kisses to his jaw and down his neck. At some point, when he couldn’t take it, Ilya had announced to the team that it was time to go home.
By the time they had stumbled into the house, the high that came from the victory mixed with the physical contact at the bar transformed into pure desperation. They’d barely made it through the door before Shane was pushing Ilya against the wall and kissing him harshly, teeth clashing and hands unable to stay in one spot. After all these years, Ilya always completely folded under Shane’s grasp. It had been quick, Shane needing to burn off the adrenaline from the hands of his husband. He was urgent and primal, and Ilya soaked up every second of it.
Now Shane was completely gone, spread across his side of the bed in nothing but his boxers. He had one hand flung across the mattress where Ilya had been moments before he had gotten out of bed. His breathing was deep and even, his face relaxed in a way it rarely was when he was awake. A faint sheen of sweat was still glistening on his back, catching light from the moonlight shining through the windows. His dark hair was still messy, sticking up in random spots from Ilya’s fingers.
Ilya got back in bed beside him, unable to sleep despite the late hour and the exhaustion that should be taking over his body. His body was still wired from before, still completely aware of Shane’s presence next to him. He turned on his side and propped his head onto his hand, watching Shane sleep.
He found himself doing this frequently. He was completely and utterly enamored by his husband; he always has been. From before their rookie season when they had met outside in the cold, to the countless nights where they snuck to each other and spoke under code names, to finally dating and only being open to their loved ones. Now, open and proud, loving each other unapologetically, Ilya loved his husband like his life depended on it.
Ilya was so easily captivated by him. At first it was watching him play hockey. The way he moved seamlessly on the ice, how easy it was for him to pass the puck, to find space to make the goals himself. After all, he was the reason why Montreal always won. Ilya remembers when he convinced himself he admired Shane solely because of hockey, but it wasn’t just that. It was the way Shane did small things for him: made sure he stayed on top of his medications, surprised him with heartfelt gifts, worked to build better communication, and now is trying to show him affection publicly.
God, he loved this man.
Ilya turned to lay on his back and put his arm over his eyes. A smile crept up on his face as he continued to daydream about how perfect Shane was for him. He closed his eyes and started planning how he’d wake up and make Shane’s stupid healthy breakfast and his disgusting green smoothie. Okay, it wasn’t disgusting, but Ilya much preferred the sweet tartness of flavors like strawberry and banana or mango and pineapple. He had no issue making himself and Shane two separate–
“Mmh.”
Ilya whipped his head over to Shane. Was he dreaming? Ilya inched closer to Shane to check on him, to make sure nothing was going on or he didn’t have to wake him. Shane had been having weird dreams about losing Ilya in different ways, waking up in the middle of the night to seek out Ilya’s comfort. Shane wasn’t moving and his breathing still appeared steady, So Ilya moved back to his spot and started scrolling on his phone.
“Please.”
Ilya looked at Shane again, his voice louder this time. Shane had shifted slightly, still on his stomach but his head turned the other way and his left hand that had been extended toward Ilya gripping the sheet. Ilya turned off his phone and set it on the bedside table, sitting up against the headboard to watch Shane. He talks in his sleep sometimes, but it’s been a long time.
Shane turned his head again, this time facing Ilya, and his leg was propped up, slightly bent. His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth open slightly.
“Yes, Ilya.” Shane moaned.
A knowing smile started to creep up on Ilya’s face. No fucking way Shane was having a sex dream about Ilya right now. Ilya could tell Shane’s breath was growing uneven ever so slightly by the way his chest was rising in a ragged, disrupted pace. Shane stayed quiet briefly before he started whimpering, then he spoke again.
“You feel s’good inside me,” Shane breathed out, his voice raspy from sleep. Ilya can’t even fathom how desperate he can sound unconscious. Shane’s hips started to shift on the mattress subtly, starting a slow, desperate grind that made Ilya’s breath catch in his throat. “Please, don’t stop.”
Shane Hollander is humping the bed. Shane, Ilya’s Shane, is having a dream about fucking Ilya and rubbing himself against the sheets. Watching it felt like consuming the strongest drug known to man. To know that Ilya doesn’t even have to touch Shane for him to be so turned on, that Shane doesn’t even have to be awake to be this fucking hard.
All Ilya could do was sit there and watch him. He was so fucking mesmerized. The moonlight was catching the flex of Shane’s back muscles as he kept rutting himself against the sheets, his body so hopelessly responsive to whatever fantasy his sleeping mind was conjuring up.
“That’s it baby,” Shane mumbled into the pillow. His legs were shifted with both knees bent in an attempt to leverage himself against the mattress. The rhythm he was moving his body at was the same he’d use when he was straddling Ilya.
Ilya’s mouth was going dry at the sight. He saw a small wet spot on the bulge of Shane’s boxers from where his cock was leaking. The sheets were getting twisted in the bed around Shane, his head turned further into the pillow and his hips moving at a more urgent pace. Shane was completely lost in the dream; the one where Ilya was the one making him feel like this.
“Right there, baby,” Shane moaned, his voice cracking with desperation. His back was arched slightly as he ground himself into the sheets, chasing friction. He was sweating even more at this point, a bead of moisture rolling down his temple.
Ilya was completely transfixed. He noticed his own breath was starting to become shallow, and his fists were clenched at his sides lying on the bed. He had their comforter over his lap, but his erection was painfully obvious through the sheets. His body was still, watching his husband completely lose himself next to him.
Shane’s movements were becoming less controlled and more erratic. “Please,” Shane whimpered. He sounded so small and needy to the point where it made Ilya’s chest ache. “Please make me cum.”
“Fuck,” Ilya whispered. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep holding out. He unclenched one of his fists and slipped it underneath the comforter, palming himself through the thin fabric. He leaned his head back against the headboard, but kept his gaze on Shane’s body still moving at a consistent pace against the mattress. The sight felt like too much to handle, his husband dreaming about him, hearing him say Ilya’s name. For all he knows, Shane could be so close to finishing just from rubbing his cock against the sheets.
Ilya removed his boxers completely and threw them on the floor, freeing his body from the blanket over him. He spit into his hand and wrapped it around his cock, moaning at the wet contact. He slowly started to stroke himself as Shane spoke again.
“Fuck, I’m yours Ilya.” Shane whined. “Only yours.” He kept rutting against the mattress, his sounds becoming less controlled. “Yes, s’close.”
Ilya started stroking his cock faster at the high pitched sounds Shane was making. They were so desperate, essentially begging for Ilya. It was taking everything in him to stay in his spot.
Shane’s hips started to buck harder, chasing the climax that Ilya was helping him reach in his dream. He was essentially panting at this point. “Ilya please let me cum.”
Shane’s words made Ilya throw his head back and shut his eyes. He started to stroke himself faster, matching the tempo of Shane’s movements. He was inching closer himself listening to Shane whimper and whine, watching his hips grind quickly, seeking friction. His cock was so hard and leaking in his fist from watching Shane look so blissed out despite being unconscious.
Ilya so desperately wanted to know what Shane was dreaming about. Was it about what they’d done earlier tonight? When Shane pushed him against the wall? Or was it something entirely different, maybe a fantasy Shane had never said out loud? The endless possibilities made Ilya’s cock throb in his hand.
Shane was a whimpering mess, his body trembling with erratic movements. He was still gripping the pillow so hard that his knuckles were white, his toes curling against the sheets. “Baby please don’t stop, please.”
Ilya’s hand started moving even faster, his thumb swiping over the head and spreading the precum that started dripping down the top of his length. The wet sound of his strokes mixed with Shane’s desperate whimpers were obscene and it made Ilya’s head spin.
He loved watching Shane feel this good in his sleep, but he wanted so badly to be the only one really making Shane feel good. He wanted Shane to wake up to his touch to realize that Ilya was right there, and beg him to get everything he was dreaming about.
Shane’s movements were getting too frantic now. He had to be close. “Fuck, fuck m’gonna– Ilya I’m–”
Ilya couldn’t take it anymore; he had to touch him. He released his cock with a frustrated groan, his erection bobbing against his stomach desperate for attention. As much as he wanted to cum at the sight, touching Shane was more important.
He moved slowly and carefully over to Shane’s side of the mattress, slightly trembling with anticipation. He was trying to be gentle and quiet. Obviously he was going to wake Shane up, but he was trying to move stealthily enough to savor the time while Shane was asleep.
Ilya hooked his fingers into the waistband of Shane’s boxers, feeling the elastic stretch hinder his touch, and gently peeled them down. Shane’s cock sprang free, hard and flushed and glistening with precum that had marked the fabric. Shane’s body shifted as Ilya pulled his boxers off the remainder of his legs, pausing between movements to be careful not to wake him.
Once his boxers were on the floor, Ilya paused to look at him. Really look at him. He was still laying slightly on his side, and even though the position made it impossible for Ilya to take him deep into his mouth, he was craving the weight of it on his tongue and the taste of the precum dripping down his throat.
Shane’s breathing was still ragged, his cheeks flushed with a dark pink that started to spread down his neck and onto his chest. His lips were parted and swollen from being pressed against the pillow, with little whimpers and gasps still escaping. Ilya can feel them going straight to his cock and making him harder, if that was even possible.
Shane was spread out in front of Ilya like a feast, his body completely naked now. The moonlight was still hitting his back, but after moving closer, Ilya could see the way the light defined his back muscles and the stretch marks taking up glorious space on his ass. Ilya wanted to map out every curve of his body with his hands and his mouth.
Ilya spit into his palm, the sound loud in the quiet room, and wrapped his hand around Shane’s cock. The heat of it could have burned his palm, and he felt Shane’s entire body go rigid before slowly thrusting into Ilya’s hand. A broken moan escaped Shane. He seemed to be somewhere between his dream state and reality, so confused and desperate. It was so fucking hot.
“Mmm,” Shane mumbled, his eyes fluttering slightly but not opening completely. His thrusts into Ilya’s hand were slow and messy, seeking continued friction and contact. “Yes baby, s’good.”
“That’s it, malysh,” Ilya whispered, careful not to wake Shane up just yet. His fist moved from the base of his cock to the tip in smooth motions. He knew exactly how Shane liked it. The pressure, the speed, the specific way he twists his wrist when he works him. After years of being together, he learned Shane’s body over and over again. He memorized every response and sound.
Shane’s cock was slick with precum, making the glide of Ilya’s hand smooth and wet. Ilya was fucking obsessed with the way Shane’s breath hitched and his hips moved in time with Iya’s hand. His face was twisted in pleasure even though his eyes were still closed.
Ilya stroked him faster, watching as Shane began to furrow his eyebrows. He could see Shane’s consciousness slowly come to the surface, his breathing becoming less even and more aware.
“Ilya?” Shane asked, his voice was rough with sleep and arousal. His eyes fluttered open slowly and for a moment he stared ahead, still disoriented and confused. His gaze slowly shifted down to where Ilya’s hand was wrapped around his cock, moving in a steady rhythm, and his eyes went wide.
“Ilya?” He asked again, louder this time. His hips thrust up again as if his body was still caught up in the dream. “I’m– am–” Shane was struggling to control his breathing, “am I still dreaming?”
“You’re awake sweetheart,” Ilya murmured, leaning down to kiss Shane’s neck. He could taste the salt of Shane’s sweat and could feel the rapid pulse beating against his lips. “This is real.”
Shane gasped as the reality of what was happening crashed over him. His hands flew to Ilya’s shoulders, gripping tight, as if the physical sensation took full control over his body. “Fuck how long have you been–” He cut himself off with a moan as Ilya swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the fresh drop of precum that was forming there.
“Long enough,” Ilya whispered against his skin, his lips spreading kisses down to Shane’s collarbone. “You looked so fucking sexy. Must have been dreaming about me fucking you. Talking in your sleep and fucking the sheets. I couldn’t resist.”
The already present flush in Shane’s neck deepened, and Ilya could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He could sense Shane’s embarrassment, but Ilya found it completely endearing. Shane tried to say something, he probably was about to ask what Ilya had heard, but Ilya cut him off by sliding down the mattress and taking Shane’s cock into his mouth.
“Holy shit,” Shane gasped, his hands immediately flying into Ilya’s hair. He gripped Ilya’s head tight, trying to keep himself from completely losing it. “Oh fuck, Ilya.”
Ilya hummed around Shane’s cock, the vibration making Shane’s hips jerk up involuntarily. Ilya loved the weight of Shane on his tongue, the taste of him, the way his thighs trembled on either side of his head. And god did he love those little, beautiful sounds that kept coming out of Shane’s mouth.
Ilya bobbed his head and took Shane deep, feeling the tip of his cock pressing against the back of his throat every time he came down. He swirled his tongue along the underside of Shane’s cock and traced his way back to the tip, tasting the precum beading in his slit. Ilya could feel that Shane was already close from the mixture of his dream and the handjob.
Ilya hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder. He loved doing it solely to hear the sounds that poured out of Shane’s mouth. He brought his other hand up and cupped Shane’s balls, massaging them while Shane’s cock filled his mouth. Shane’s hands tightened in his hair and his hips started to move, fucking up into Ilya’s mouth.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” Shane moaned, his voice breaking slightly on the last word. “Your mouth feels incredible. Fuck, take it baby, just like that.”
Ilya relaxed his throat and took Shane deeper until the head of his cock hit the back of his throat. He swallowed around him and Shane’s entire body went rigid, a high pitched whine escaping him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Ilya. If you keep doing that I’m gonna–”
Ilya pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the head of Shane’s cock. He stroked Shane’s cock messily in his fist, keeping him teetering slightly over the edge. “You want more?” Ilya asked, his voice low and rough from having Shane’s cock down his throat.
“Yes,” Shane breathed, his chest heaving hard. His pupils were blown and his lips were red and swollen from biting them. “I need you to fuck me Ilya, please. Need to feel you inside me.”
The desperation in Shane’s voice sent a thrill through Ilya. He was fucking obsessed when Shane got needy like this. After all these years, even being married, he was desperate to see Shane beg, to see him still need Ilya the same way he did the first time they had sex. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed lube from the drawer, popping the cap open with his thumb.
Shane’s cock was standing hard against his stomach, dripping a small pool of precum that Ilya was tempted to lean over and lick clean. He spread his legs as Ilya poured lube onto his fingers, warming it between them before reaching down to circle Shane’s entrance.
Shane gasped at the first touch, his hips jerking up off the mattress. “Please,” he begged, “don’t tease, I need–”
“I know what you need,” Ilya said, his voice low and soothing as he tried to ignore his pulsating cock begging to be inside of Shane. “Let me take care of you.”
He pressed one finger inside, watching Shane’s head fall back against the pillow with a loud moan. Ilya worked his finger in and out, slowly stretching him before adding a second.
“Fuck,” Shane gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. “More, Ilya, I can take it.”
Ilya started to scissor his fingers, stretching Shane wider. He was so responsive, so eager. He was opening up for Ilya perfectly like his body was made for this. Ilya added a third finger, earning a broken cry from Shane. Ilya could see the way Shane’s cock was throbbing, bobbing against his stomach.
“Look at you,” Ilya spoke, his voice filled with awe and desire. “So desperate for it. So beautiful like this.”
Shane whimpered at his words, his eyes fluttering closed. “Please Ilya, I’m ready I need you.”
Ilya crooked his fingers, searching for that spot inside of Shane that would make him lose his mind. When he found it, Shane arched off the bed and let out a loud moan. “Theeeere it is,” Ilya dragged out.
“Stay right there Ilya, fuck.” Shane gasped.
Ilya rubbed his fingers against his prostate, watching as Shane kept writhing beneath him, desperate and needy for more friction. He was so fucking gorgeous like this, completely lost in pleasure, and Ilya wanted to give him everything.
But he also needed to be inside him.
Ilya pulled his fingers out and Shane whined at the loss, his hold clenching around nothing. Ilya grabbed more lube and slicked up his cock, hissing at the sensation of his own hand wrapped around himself after neglecting it for so long. He was so hard it almost hurt; he was desperate to feel the tightness of Shane wrapped around him.
He positioned himself at Shane’s entrance, the head of his cock pressing against Shane’s hole. “How pathetic,” Ilya growled, his voice still rough with desire. “Still so desperate for my cock. You were just dreaming about this, weren’t you? Dreaming about me fucking you?”
“Yes,” Shane whimpered, his hands gripping Ilya’s thighs. “Yes I want it, I need it, Ilya, please.”
Ilya thrust into him hard, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. Shane opened his mouth and gasped, a silent scream of pleasure. He clenched around Ilya’s cock, hot and tight, and Ilya had to pause for a moment to keep himself from cumming right then and there.
“Fuck,” Ilya groaned, falling forward and resting his head against Shane’s shoulder. “You feel so fucking good. So perfect for me.”
Shane’s legs wrapped around Ilya’s waist, pulling him deeper and they both moaned at the sensation. Ilya could feel Shane’s cock trapped between their bodies, hard and leaking. He wanted to touch it so bad, wanted to make Shane cum, but he needed to move first.
Ilya pulled out almost all the way until just the head of his cock was still inside Shane, and then thrust back in hard. Shane cried out, his nails digging into Ilya’s back and scratching down the surface. Ilya did it again. And again. He set a brutal pace fucking into Shane to the point that the headboard was slamming into the wall with each thrust.
“That’s it,” Ilya grunted, his hips snapping forward with each word. “Take it. Take my cock like the desperate little slut you are.”
Shane moaned loudly at the degradation, his body meeting each of Ilya’s thrusts. His eyes were glazed with pleasure, his mouth hung open. He looked absolutely wrecked. “Fuck yes, Ilya. Love when you call me that. Please keep doing it, please– fuck–”
“You’re so fucking needy,” Ilya growled, reaching up to wrap his hand around Shane’s throat. He held him possessively, the gesture making Shane’s eyes roll to the back of his head. “You dream about me fucking you, you hump the bed like a bitch in heat, and you wake up hard and ready for me. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Shane cried out, his voice strained from how loud he’d been moaning. His eyes were fixed on Ilya’s face, and there was so much trust that it made Ilya’s chest ache. “I’m yours, baby. Always yours.”
Ilya leaned down and kissed Shane deeply. He pulled away quickly after, his hand still wrapped around Shane’s throat with a rough grasp. “Open your mouth.”
Shane listened, and Ilya spit into his mouth. Shane swallowed eagerly, moaning at the action. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out showing Ilya that he had swallowed all of it, and Ilya felt his cock throb.
“Such a good boy,” Ilya praised and started fucking him harder. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, mixing with their moans and the creaking of the bed. “You listen to me so good, malysh. Taking my cock so good too, my little сука.”
Shane whimpered at the praise, his body responding to every word and touch. Ilya could feel him inching closer, feeling him flutter around his cock. He shifted his angle trying to find Shane’s prostate, and when he found it, Shane completely lost it.
“Oh god, right there,” Shane cried out in high pitched desperation. “Please don’t stop, baby.”
Ilya angled his hips to hit that spot with every thrust, his balls slapping against Shane’s ass with each movement. Shane was making the most beautiful sounds, letting out broken cries of Ilya’s name. His thighs were shaking on either side of Ilya’s hips and Ilya could feel him getting so fucking close.
“You gonna cum for me?” Ilya hissed, still hitting that spot again and again and again, watching Shane’s face twist in desperate pleasure. “Gonna cum on my cock like a good boy?”
“Yes, please, I’m so close–” Shane was babbling, clutching at Ilya’s so hard his nails were digging into his shoulders. “Please Ilya, I’m gonna–”
And then Ilya stopped. He buried himself deep inside Shane and went perfectly still, his cock throbbing against Shane’s prostate, but not moving.
“NO.” Shane practically yelled, his hips trying to chase the friction that Ilya was depriving him, but Ilya used his hands to hold his hips down. “Please don’t stop Ilya, I was so close–”
“I know, дорогой,” Ilya replied softly. He could feel Shane clenching around him desperately, his body begging for more. But you don’t get to cum until I say you can, okay?”
“Ilya, please,” Shane begged with a whimper, his eyes full of frustrated tears. His cock is pulsing against his stomach, smearing the puddle of precum around his lower torso. “I need to cum, please.”
“Not yet,” Ilya said firmly but gently, hands heavy against Shane’s hips. “You’re going to be my little fucktoy until I’m ready to let you cum.”
Shane made a broken sound, somewhere between a sob and a moan, his body trembling from the effort of holding back. “You’re so fucking cruel.”
“You love it,” Ilya said, and he could see the answer in Shane’s eyes. “You love when I use you, hm? Such a desperate thing, so needy to cum.”
He waited until Shane’s breathing had calmed slightly, until the immediate edge had passed, and then he started moving again. He started off slow, intentionally angled to hit the same spot every time. Ilya was being strategic enough to not give him the speed or force he needed to make him near an orgasm.
“Please,” Shane begged, his voice shaking. “Please Ilya, harder, I need it harder.”
“Not yet,” Ilya repeated, maintaining the same torturous pace. “You're such a needy whore, be grateful for what I give you.”
Shane whimpered, the sensation in his body being mixed between pleasure and pain. And then, out of nowhere, Ilya finally started to give in to him. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hard and fast, with brutal precision.
“My beautiful boy,” Ilya murmured, his voice rough with emotion and desire. “I love you so fucking much, Shane. I love watching you take all of me so good.”
Shane’s eyes filled with tears at the rough treatment and soft praise. “I love you so–” Shane gasped, initially unable to speak. “So fucking much. Please, Ilya.”
Ilya gripped Shane’s hips and used them to pull Shane onto his cock with each thrust. He could feel Shane getting close, tightening around him and driving Ilya fucking insane. His own orgasm was building at the base of his spine, but he wanted Shane to cum first.
“You’re going to cum for me, you hear me?” Ilya commanded, his voice rough and breathless. He could barely hold himself together, his thrusts becoming messy. “You’re going to cum for me like the good cockslut you are. And you’re not going to touch yourself.”
“Yes, yes, yes–” Shane was completely lost in the pleasure. He was leaving trails of red nail marks on Ilya’s back, clinging so desperately to him. “I’m so fucking close Ilya.”
“That’s right, Shane, make a mess on yourself.” The words alone made Shane cum with a loud moan that bordered a cry. He shot ropes of cum onto his stomach, some making it onto his chin.
The sensation of Shane coming apart beneath him, seeing the way he was completely gone from the pleasure, pushed Ilya completely over the edge. He thrust into Shane one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go. He came with Shane’s name on his tongue, his orgasm intense and overwhelming. He thought about the fact that he just came inside Shane, marking him with his release, and suddenly felt overstimulated.
They collapsed together, Ilya still inside Shane, his forehead pressed to Shane’s shoulder. For a moment, either of them moved. Ilya could feel Shane’s heart racing beneath him, and can feel the rise and fall of his chest.
“That was–” Shane started, his voice hoarse.
“Insane,” Ilya finished, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. He could taste the salt of Shane’s sweat on his lips. “You were making the hottest sounds.”
Shane groaned, embarrassment creeping into his voice even as his arms tightened around Ilya. “I can’t believe I sleep-talked you into that. What did I even say?”
Ilya laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Ahhh, it was like, Ilya please, and, don’t stop, and–”
“Oh my GOD stop stop stop.” Shane covered his face with his hands. Ilya grabbed his hands and pulled them away, kissing the blush on his cheeks that quickly spread.
“It was so hot.”
“It was embarrassing,” Shane whined.
“It’s not embarrassing, sweetheart,” Ilya held Shane’s hand in his. “It’s sexy. Knowing that you dream about me, that even in your sleep you want me. It is the hottest thing ever.”
Shane’s flush deepened even more, but he was smiling now, soft and fond. “You would think that.”
Ilya carefully pulled out of Shane, both softly gasping at the sensation. He could see his cum starting to leak out of Shane, and the sight sent a possessive thrill through him.
Mine, mine, mine.
He laid back down beside Shane, his body relaxing. “Best dream you’ve had?” He asked, turning his head to Shane.
Shane turned to face him, a soft smile growing on his face. His hair was sticking up in every direction, his lips swollen, marks blooming on his neck from Ilya’s mouth. “I don’t know,” Shane said, his voice teasing. “The real thing might’ve been better.”
Ilya pulled Shane against his chest with a smile and kissed his forehead. Ilya could see Shane’s cum drying on his stomach and his own cum dripping between Shane’s thighs. He knew they needed to clean up, but he didn’t want to move yet. He loved this part after sex; laying with Shane and feeling his warmth fully against him.
But eventually, the reality of needing to clean up and get back to sleep settled over them. Ilya reluctantly pulled away from Shane, pressing one more kiss to his lips before getting out of bed. His legs were shaky, and he had to grab the nightstand to steady himself.
“Where are you going?” Shane asked, his voice sleepy and content.
“To get something to clean us up, my love.” Ilya replied. He walked to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet, running it under warm water, wringing it out before heading back to the bedroom.
Shane was still sprawled out on the bed, looking blissful and completely satisfied. His eyes were half closed, and he was smiling softly. Ilya’s chest was filled with warmth at the sight; this was his husband, his Shane. The man he loved more than anything in the world.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently cleaned Shane, wiping away the cum from his stomach, chest, and face. He carefully cleaned between his legs. Shane hissed at the sensation, but he didn’t pull away.
“Sorry, malysh,” Ilya murmured, pressing a kiss to Shane’s hip. “I know you’re sensitive.”
“It’s okay,” Shane said softly, running his hand through Ilya’s hair. “Feels good, you always take such good care of me.”
Ilya’s chest tightened at the words. He finished cleaning Shane and tossed the washcloth in the general direction of the bathroom before pulling Shane back into his arms. Shane came willingly, snuggling against Ilya’s chest with a content sigh.
“Come on,” Ilya whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Shane’s head. “We should try to get some sleep, we have practice tomorrow.”
Shane groaned, burying his face in Ilya’s chest. “Your fault for getting me all worked up.”
“No no no, is not my fault, is dream me’s fault.” Ilya joked, running his fingers through Shane’s hair. Ilya loved the feeling of it between his fingers. “You were the one having the sex dreams and humping the bed.”
“I was asleep,” Shane protested, but there was laughter in his voice. “I can’t be held responsible for what I do in my sleep.”
“So what exactly were you dreaming about?” Ilya asked, his voice casual but curious. He felt Shane tense slightly against him. “You were pretty vocal about it.”
Shane’s face went red and he buried deeper into Ilya’s chest. “I don’t… I don’t really remember all of it.”
“Liar,” Ilya said affectionately, tilting Shane’s chin up so he could see his face. Shane’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes darting away. “Come on baby, tell me.”
“It’s embarrassing,” Shane mumbled, trying to hide his face again, but Ilya held him gently in place.
“Nothing you dream about me is embarrassing,” Ilya reassured, his thumb stroking Shane’s jaw. “I promise.”
Shane bit his lip, clearly debating whether to say anything. Finally, he took a breath. “I was… you had me tied up. Like, my arms and legs were– were tied to the bed, and I couldn’t move, and you were just…” He trailed off, his face burning.
Ilya felt heat pool in his stomach at the image. “And I was what?”
“You kept– god, this is so embarrassing– you kept making me feel like I was going to cum and then not letting me cum, and I was just… completely helpless and you were in control of everything and…” Shan was talking faster now, the words tumbling out in a rush. “And I couldn’t do anything about it, I just had to take whatever you gave me, and it was so intense and I was begging and–”
“Hey hey hey,” Ilya said softly, cutting off Shane’s rambling. “That’s really fucking hot.”
Shane’s eyes went wide. “Really?”
“Really,” Ilya confirmed, leaning down to kiss him slowly. “You want to try that? You want me to tie you up and play with you until you’re crying for it?”
Shane made a strangled sound, his cock giving a valiant twitch against Ilya’s thigh despite how recently he’d cum. “I… maybe? I mean, if you want to–”
“I definitely want to,” Ilya said, his voice dropping into a lower register that made Shane shiver. “We’ll do it soon, when we have time to.”
“Okay,” Shane breathed out, Ilya noticing his heightened arousal. “Yeah, okay.”
Ilya smiled and pressed a kiss to Shane’s forehead again.”Good boy. Now get some sleep before you get me worked up again.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you.”
“I would,” Ilya said, his voice teasing. “I should have just let you finish on the sheets. Would have saved us both some energy”
Shane pulled back to look at him, his eyes wide with mock offense. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I don't knoooow,” Ilya carried out the syllables, pretending to consider it. “It would have been pretty hot to watch.”
Shane smacked his chest lightly. “You’re terrible.”
“You love me,” Ilya said, pulling Shane back against him.
“I do,” Shane said softly, the teasing gone from his voice. “I really do.”
Ilya’s chest filled with warmth and nuzzled his head against Shane’s. “I love you too. So much.”
They laid there comfortably in silence, their breathing slowly syncing up. Ilya felt Shane’s body relaxing against him, growing heavier as he fell closer to sleep. He ran his fingers through Shane’s hair in a soothing rhythm, and Shane made a content sound.
“Ilya?” Shane whispered with a raspy tone, voice thick with sleep.
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for waking me up.”
Ilya smiled down at his husband with pure adoration. “Anytime, baby.”
Within minutes, Shane is asleep again, his breathing deep and even, his face relaxed and peaceful. This time there were no dreams, no movements, just his body pressed flush against Ilya’s.
Ilya lay awake for a little while longer just holding Shane. He was brought back to where he was at the beginning of the night. He was captivated by the thoughts of how lucky he is to have Shane. How lucky he is to play on the same team, to be married to him, to have this beautiful life they’d built together. He had never felt so grateful to be sitting in the dark next to a man and watching him sleep.
Eventually, Ilya’s eyes started to grow heavy and he let himself drift off. He’s exactly where he wants to be– laying with Shane, completely fucked out, and hopelessly in love.