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Ilya was waiting on the bed for him when Shane got back from putting Misha down. His arms were crossed behind his head, legs spread, only clad in tight boxers that left nothing to the imagination, certainly not the boner it could barely conceal.
Weeks. It had been weeks since they were able to touch each other like husbands should. Shane was desperate to lick his skin and taste his sweat, to feel hard muscle under his fingertips, to leave marks where the kids couldn’t see.
He locked the door behind him and pounced, throwing himself to the bed and climbing on top of the bigger man, a smile on both their faces.
“Fuck, I missed you baby,” Shane said.
“Am right here,” Ilya said with a shrug and a smirk gracing his lips.
“Yes you are,” Shane said with a grin, squeezing his husbands pecs just because he could.
The girls were staying with their grandparents tonight but Misha was only a few months old so Shane and Ilya both felt more comfortable keeping him to themselves for now. And now that he was finally asleep, they could have some much needed alone time.
Shane leaned down, lips touching Ilya’s in a heated kiss. His hand travelled down, squeezing Ilya over his boxers, mouth watering at the thought of feeling his thick meat pushing its way inside him again.
He’d craved Ilya from the moment he’d ever set eyes on him, and that feeling had never truly gone away. He hoped it never did. People talked about losing your spark after marriage but it had only ever brought Shane and Ilya closer. Some of the hottest sex they had was as a married couple. Granted, with kids in the picture now, that wasn’t really the case, only because they never had enough time, but that didn’t mean their sex wasn’t still amazing. It could be messy and sloppy and quick and Shane would still think it was their best yet, because the older they got, the more they enmeshed themselves in each other’s soul.
Shane moved his lips to Ilya’s neck, missing the days when he could mark him up. He would probably do it even now if he wasn’t so sure his kids would ask questions he did not want to answer about where pappy got the bruises on his body from. So he kissed and sucked only a little, pulling back before it was enough to leave a mark and trailed his lips down Ilya’s body, biting his nipple on the way, before nuzzling his face into the patch of hair at his navel.
God the smell of him. Shane inhaled deep, wanting to feel Ilya’s scent in his lungs. Then he moved down further, mouthing at Ilya’s cock through the fabric of his boxers.
Shane was about to pull Ilya’s underwear down with his teeth when the baby monitor started blaring with the sound of their son’s cries.
“Fuck!” Shane whisper shouted before sitting ramrod straight with a crazed look in his eyes. “I just put him down. He was literally fast asleep.”
Ilya sighed but smiled. “He is baby. They do this.”
“Okay well..let’s give it a minute. Maybe he will just…”
“He won’t Shane. And I do not believe in self soothing. And it is not sexy to hear baby crying. I am already soft,” Ilya replied.
Shane looked down and noticed Ilya’s hard-on was in fact very much not hard anymore.
Shane sighed himself and threw himself beside Ilya on the bed, crossing his arms.
“Is okay, we will find time for each other. Just maybe not tonight,” Ilya said before reaching over to squeeze Shane’s arm. “I will go to him.”
Shane nodded and watched as his husband slipped out of their bed, disappearing into the hallway.
Shane was still staring at the ceiling when he returned some time later, this time with a baby in his arms.
“He will not calm down unless I am holding him,” Ilya explained. “So if we want to get any sleep tonight…”
Shane smiled tiredly as Ilya joined him back in bed with little Misha cradled against his chest. Only three months old and he was the spitting image of Ilya, even if he was adopted. Shane was hopeful he might even develop curls as he got older.
Their little boy.
Their little bear.
“Well, I suppose he will just have to sleep with us then,” Shane said resolutely.
Because yes, Shane and Ilya would find time for each other again, but they were only going to have so many more nights where their little one wanted to be held safe in their arms.