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Ilya was using his mouth and tongue on Shane. Eating him out.
Suddenly Shane squirmed and giggled.
Not used to that reaction, Ilya popped his head up and looked at him curiously.
“You ok?”.
“Yeah. The new beard. It’s….different….”
Ilya had grown an impressive playoff beard.
“Good different?”
Shane answered Ilya by pushing him onto his back.
He lowered himself onto Ilya’s face.
The prickly sensation of Ilya’s facial hair made him harder instantly.
He started rutting and thrusting. Trying all kinds of movement to see what felt best.
Ilya allowed him time to explore.
A quiet gasp. Followed by a loud moan.
There it was.
Ilya opened his mouth and started using his tongue once more.
Adding to the sensation.
Shane’s movements gained momentum.
He yelled out Ilya’s name. Over and over.
Soon Ilya felt Shane lean forward to hold onto the headboard.
He knew his love was close.
Shane’s movements became erratic.
Ilya knew his love was getting overwhelmed by the sensation so he grasped him by the ass and took control. Knowing the pattern Shane had created by now.
Hmmm, Shane mumbled his appreciation for his love’s actions.
He allowed himself to be guided as he gave himself over to the feeling.
He kept his balance with one hand and reached down to touch himself with the other.
It only took one, two pumps and he was spilling all over his himself.
Ilya allowed him a moment to work through the trembles. Then he gently patted his thigh.
Shane took the cue and lifted himself up.
Ilya moved away and pulled Shane down onto his chest.
They exchanged lazy kisses and soft I love yous.
Once Shane’s brain had turned back on he mumbled.
“You’re keeping the beard”.
Ilya’s laughter made Shane blush, giggle and bury his head in his husband’s chest.
A few weeks later
Shane had been fidgeting and squirming since morning.
Ilya noticed.
He would look over but Shane would just flash him a smile and insist he was fine.
That night, they had put their baby son Nikolai to bed and were on the couch together.
Shane kept shifting in his seat.
“What’s going on Shane? Are you in pain? You’ve looked uncomfortable all day!”
“I’m not sure. Just itchy and a bit sore”.
“Oh”, Ilya looked at him, all concern.
“Might just. Go to the bathroom”, Shane stood up and left.
A few minutes later,
“Ilya? Can you come here please?”
Ilya trotted down the hall. He found Shane in the doorway of their en-suite. He was naked from the waist down.
“I can’t really see. But there’s definitely….something. Near my ass. Can you look?”
“Of course malysh. Get on the bed”.
Shane laid down.
“Ok, knees to chest please”.
Shane obliged.
Ilya had a look.
“Ok, it looks like some kind of rash. It’s red and irritated all around the base of your d*ck, your b*lls and your ass”.
“Oh my god. How did that happen?”, Shane was instantly on alert.
Ilya thought for a minute. And then looked kinda guilty.
“What?”, Shane demanded.
“I think this might be my fault”.
“How?”, Shane was curious.
“I think you have beard rash Shane”.
Shane blushed.
Since that first day, he had sat on Ilya’s face at every opportunity. Too much it seemed.
Ilya chuckled.
“It’s not funny! How am I supposed to sit down, or wear the hockey pants! It’s so uncomfortable”.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. Look, I’ll get Niko’s diaper cream and put it on. You can make an appointment with the doctor tomorrow for something stronger”.
“I can’t show this to a doctor! Hi doctor, I’ve been sitting on my husband’s face while he eats me out and now I have a rash!”
“Of course you can! I’m sure they’ve seen it before”.
Shane grumbled.
Ilya got the cream. He knelt on the bed and started applying.
“Well this isn’t at all embarrassing”, Shane joked although he had to admit Ilya’s fingers were gentle and the cream was soothing.
“Please cover for me when I can’t sit down at practice tomorrow afternoon”.
“I will honey. Our secret. And maybe I should shave”.
“Absolutely fucking not! We’ll figure something out”.
“You’re insatiable!”
“You’re that hot!”