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“Door’s open!” Shane called out to the person who had just knocked on the front door. He heard the door open and shut, followed by the heavy footsteps of a man. “I would have answered the door but I’m a little busy at the moment.” He explained when he heard the footsteps stop a few feet behind him.
“Is now a bad time?” The guest asked with a hint of amusement. “Was told this was the uh- appointment time.” Shane bit his lip for a moment before he looked away from the cookies he had been decorating, over his shoulder and at the most handsome stranger he had ever laid his eyes upon.
“No, no you have the right time, I’m the one who lost track- busy baking for… the bake sale, I’m sorry give me a sec.” Shane fumbled a bit before plopping the icing spatula into the bowl of homemade frosting before dusting his hands off on his apron. “I’m Mr. Hollander, my wife mentioned you were coming.” He added as he extended his hand to the mystery man in his kitchen.
“I see.” The man replied before taking Shane’s hand in a firm handshake, “I am Ilya, with… Plumbing service.” He nodded as if he was reassuring himself before raking his eyes over Shane’s body. “Where’s the leak?” The way the words fell off his tongue sent a flush of heat across Shane’s face as he got a decent look at Ilya himself.
“Right, the leak, it’s uh, it’s under the sink.” Shane managed, trying his best to play off the fluster to his face as the summer heat. “Let me show you, it’s a pretty nasty one.” He added before turning on his heel and bee-lining straight for the sink.
He could hear Ilya take a few more steps into the kitchen although he was still decently far back. Slowly Shane sank to the floor in a squat to open the cabinet beneath the sink.
“I feel so useless about this, I tried to fix it but I think I just made it worse.” Shane managed before rising back to his feet and turning to face Ilya. “I’m no good when it comes to stuff like that, it’s honestly embarrassing.” He admitted as he tried to brush off the creeping feeling that Ilya had been staring at his ass before he had turned around.
“No worries Mr. Hollander,” Ilya started as he finally made his way closer to Shane, stopping just shy of invading his personal space. “I’m a professional.” The whisper sent a chill down Shane’s spine, which he masked by nodding quickly before taking a step out of Ilya’s way, feeling all too small under his powerful gaze.
“Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’m going to finish up with the cookies, I want them to be done for the bake sale- can’t let my wife down again.” He mused, watching as Ilya’s expression remained the same, cold, intimidating, sexy.
“Will not be a problem.” Ilya replied as he moved towards the cabinet, keeping his eyes on Shane for as long as possible before he turned his attention towards the offending pipe, his toolbox dropped onto the tile floor with a clank and then he was focused on the leak.
Shane swallowed his spit harshly, painfully aware of how good the uniform Ilya wore hugged his muscular body. He was quick to return to his cookie decorating, although he noticed that icing cookies was much harder with shaky hands.
The pair occupied the same space for roughly two minutes before Ilya spoke up, causing Shane to jump a little before glancing at the plumber.
“I see the problem,” He started, drawing back from the sink. “Pipe is cranked too tight, puts strain on the system.” Ilya nodded before grabbing a wrench from the toolbox. “I could unwind it… But that might cause pipe to burst… Which would make a very, very wet mess all over your pristine kitchen.”
“Oh god, I did make it worse,” Shane muttered as he once again turned away from his cookies. “My wife is going to be so mad… Can you fix it?”
“Yes, I can fix… I just need replacement pipe, something thicker, will keep this from happening again.” Ilya replied as he rose to his feet, wrench still held tight in his hand. “Will cost more though, but will be worth it in the end.”
“Do you think a thicker pipe will fit in there?” Shane asked innocently, leaning against the counter as he watched how the muscles in Ilya’s arms flexed.
“Oh I will make it fit.” Ilya replied before taking a step closer to Shane. “You would be surprised at the tight spaces I can fit thick pipes into, Mr. Hollander.” The delivery behind his words gave Shane the inkling of a feeling he wasn’t talking about plumbing anymore.
“Can- Can you get it done in time… I would hate to make you late for your next appointment- and my wife wants this taken care of before she comes home.” Shane managed, swallowing again as Ilya took another step towards him.
“Of course, I am the best.” Ilya replied, “I will just need to get the pipe from my truck.” Shane nodded at that, almost too eagerly. There was a growing tension in the kitchen that was starting to make him sweat.
“Please, do that… I- I’ll just stay here…” he murmured before forcing himself to turn back around, unsure if he was going to be able to finish decorating those damn cookies.
Ilya was gone for a while, which gave Shane a little time to calm himself and focus on the task at hand. By the time he heard Ilya’s footsteps again, he was mostly back in the zone, albeit half-hard while he was doing it. The plumber had entered the room once again, and took a few steps in the direction of the sink before pausing and changing course. Shane let out a shaky breath as he felt the looming presence of Ilya behind him.
“Your wife, her name is?” Ilya asked, his breath tickling the back of Shane’s neck.
“Lily, her name is Lily.” Shane replied, trying to hide his nervous tone and failing miserably.
“Mhm, and what does Lily do? Must work a nice job to keep you at home.” This was an inappropriate line of questioning to come from a plumber, but Shane was in no place to try and push back.
“She’s a doctor… long hours at the hospital.” Shane managed, taking in a deep breath as he attempted to finish his last cookie.
“Ah, a doctor. Must not be home often.” Ilya mused before taking another step closer, with his groin pressed against Shane’s ass. “Must be hard for you- to spend so much time without your wife.”
“She loves her job- I wouldn’t take that from her.” Shane replied, voice growing more unsteady as he felt the heat of Ilya’s cock practically burning his skin through his pants.
“And what is it that you love, Mr. Hollander? Surely not baking cookies all day for bake sales.” Ilya’s voice was a low rumble that nearly pulled an embarrassingly desperate sound from Shane’s lips. He felt Ilya move closer, reaching from behind Shane to grab one of the cookies he had just finished decorating.
“I- I don’t know what you’re trying to insinuate.” He started before actively having to stifle a gasp when Ilya ground against him. “We- we shouldn’t be doing this.” He added, as he heard Ilya bite down on the cookie he had taken.
“We are not doing anything you don’t love.” Ilya replied, mouth half full as he spoke. The cookie was tossed back onto the counter, with a large bite taken out of it. “Let me help fix your problem, Mr. Hollander.”
Shane finally let out a moan when Ilya’s hands came down on his hips, bringing him back fully onto his groin. He couldn’t deny himself any longer as he scrambled to brace himself on the counter. Ilya’s hands moved fast, tearing his sweat pants and his underwear down from his hips in one swift move, only to find that Shane had a silver plug nestled in his ass. Ilya let out a whistle as he spread Shane open with one hand.
“I do not think this was for your wife, Mr. Hollander.” He mused, “I think this is for me.” Before Shane even had a chance to deny it, Ilya pulled the plug from inside him, revealing the spend that had been left inside him. “Maybe not for me.”
“Oh God… This is so embarrassing…” Shane managed with his words trailing off into a small laugh. He wasn’t left to bask in his shame for much longer, given that Ilya’s belt buckle jingled as he pulled his cock out, quickly slamming it inside of Shane without giving him room to breathe.
“Such a slut Mr. Hollander, you fuck all the men who walk through your door, don’t you?” Ilya growled as one of his hands reached under Shane’s shirt to grope at his chest. “You were hoping for this, weren’t you?”
“I- oh fuck… I don’t- I, Oh god… I-” Shane was unable to form a proper sentence as Ilya began to fuck his greedy, sloppy hole.
“How many men have come in this dirty cunt before I showed up? Hm? Did you have the neighbor over? Maybe the cable guy?” Ilya asked before attacking Shane’s neck with rough kisses and bites, which only pulled more desperate noises from Shane.
“Oh fuck- yes!” Shane finally shouted. “They uhn- They come over when, fuck, when my wife is out!” He was torn between leaning back against Ilya and bending forwards to arch his back. “The neighbors… oh fuck me, they were here… earlier!” He cried before Ilya finally stopped kissing his neck.
“Ah, so you’re the neighborhood whore, Mr. Hollander. What would your poor wife think?” Ilya replied, an anger in his voice told Shane he was infuriated that he wasn’t the first. Then, without Shane having the chance to defend himself, Ilya forced his face down onto the countertop, fully putting Shane’s back into an obscene arch.
Ilya’s hand gripped the ties of the apron tightly, using that as an anchor to hold onto Shane as he really started to fuck into him. His pace was incredibly fast and rough, almost to the point where it was painful.
Shane could only let out a desperate moan from his place against the counter, hands still scrambling for something to hold onto as his guts were thoroughly rearranged. Ilya’s cock was thick, and it rammed right into Shane’s prostate perfectly, fucking him open like he was made for it. In a way- Shane assumed he was, especially with how his jaw went slack and how his eyes rolled back into his skull, completely overtaken by pleasure.
“Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck that’s so fuckin’ good!” Shane cried out when Ilya’s hand came to his hair, ripping his head back and forcing his back to arch even deeper. “God you’re gonna fuckin’ tear me in half~” He keened, doing his best, and failing, to choke back the sobs that were escaping his throat.
“Is what you deserve.” Ilya snarled between his grunts, “Little cheating slut, bending over for any man who looks at you.” Shane wanted to deny the claim, but he knew he had no room at all to deny it. He was a cheating slut, he did bend over for any man that gave him a modicum of attention when his wife was away. Most importantly, he loved taking thick cock whenever he got the chance, especially if it ended up with him being pumped full of come afterwards.
Ilya’s hands moved across Shane’s body again, with him forcing one of Shane’s legs up onto the counter, shifting his angle slightly before slamming Shane back into the marble. It felt like a gut punch, with Shane’s vision whiting out as he did his best to meet Ilya’s thrusts to maximize the feeling. Ilya was swearing in Russian, nothing but sweet gibberish to Shane’s ears, his deep groan of pleasure finally melted Shane’s mind to mush as he came hard, completely untouched.
“That’s fucking right- take it like you were made for it.” Ilya growled before finally coming inside of Shane, shouting out in pleasure as he emptied his load into him, to the point where it began to leak down Shane’s thigh with every small jerk of Ilya’s hips.
They were so wrapped up in each other, that they hadn’t heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway, or the sound of the door opening. Ilya had been so busy capturing Shane’s mouth in a greedy, filthy kiss that they hadn’t even heard the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen.
“Shane what the fuck?!”
Shane shot up in bed, panting heavily as his eyes darted around his bedroom. The sudden movement caused his husband to stir beside him, mumbling something as he slowly rose, trying to see what was wrong.
“Jesus Christ that was a weird dream…” Shane mumbled before noticing his cock was stiff and wet beneath the sheets.
“Weird dream?” Ilya repeated, clearly still half asleep as he glanced up at Shane, trying to readjust his arm to remain across Shane’s waist. “About what?”
“N-Nothing, I just… Fuck I gotta stop eating those stupid protein cookies before bed.”