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Ilya was so great with words, he could make Shane melt with a well placed “sweetheart” or “moya lyubov”. Shane felt like words were locked away from him, like he couldn't reach them, like if he did he would grab the wrong one.
Ilya was licking and chewing on his neck as they made out like teenagers, rather than like the fully grown married men on their own couch they were, taking his time to take Shane apart, whispering endearments as he forced his hands to be soft rather than greedy.
“Does it ever bother you?” Shane was asking without realizing he was going to speak.
Ilya's hands gripped Shane's ass with intent, “Nothing bothers me when you are writhing on my lap, you should know this.”
Shane huffed a small laugh. “No, but like .. you have all these names that drive me wild… you called me your little pastry in Russian yesterday and I blew you on the spot -”
“That was good time,” Ilya said with his stupid, sexy smile.
“But like… I don't do that. I call you Ilya, I call you Rozanov, or Roz… but… like is it okay?”
“I love you. You do not have to have pet names to prove to me you love me, you prove this a thousand ways every day. Does it bother you?”
“Sometimes,” Shane responded honestly. He sat back a little on Ilya's thighs. “Like, at Bood’s all the WAGs had pet names. And it… I don't know. I don't know why I'm in my head about this.”
“Then let me get you out of your head. You think better when I fuck you, I think.”
Shane laughed.
“No, seriously.” Ilya ran his big hands possessively along Shane's thighs, dragging blunt nails up under Shane's tiny shorts and Shane gasped. “See, right there, you want me and you get out of your head, into your body.” He pulled his husband into a filthy kiss, all tounge and teeth. “You call me whatever you want. I am happily in the middle of something.” He gave a wicked smile, “That something is your thighs by the way,” he pulled Shane back in to seat his weight on Ilya's hips, his dick still straining at his sweatpants.
“You want me to ride you and try out pet names?” Shane smiled, circling his hips and making his husband gasp.
“I want you to ride me, absolutely. The pet names are optional.” He pushed Shane's tee shirt up and licked a nipple, his touches heating and grabbing.
“How about, uh, honey?” Shane offered with a gasp, throwing his shirt off like it had offended him.
Ilya made a small sound, high and happy, and his hands moved to those tiny goddamned shorts that had been tantalizing him all day, pulled them down over the swell of Shane's ass.
Shane lifted up on his knees and twisted to the drawer to grab the lube, pulling a leg free from his shorts as he did.
“So bendy,” Ilya said with a thrilled smile before moving to attack Shane's other nipple.
“You love it,” Shane teased.
“So much,” Ilya agreed, his fingers brushing against Shane's hole. “Lube please.”
“Sure, sweetie,” Shane laughed as he pressed the tube into Ilya's hand.
Ilya moved back to Shane's mouth, swallowing his moans as Ilya's large fingers moved into him, opening him quickly and efficiently.
Shane moved again to his knees so Ilya could pull his own pants down and out of the way and Shane was eager to pull that gorgeous uncut cock into himself. It was perfect every time. “Oh darling,” Shane gasped as he lowered himself. “My sweet, my beautiful love.” He was smiling as he tried each endearment.
“I like this game,” Ilya said with a besotted smile as he fucked up into the perfect heat of his husband. “This is best game.” He kissed anywhere he could reach with his lips as Shane continued to try the taste of pet names between them.
“Baby, yeah, just like that,” Shane barely heard the words coming from his lips as everything turned to liquid gold inside him. “Come on, gorgeous, give it to me!”. His hips stuttered as he rode Ilya, sweat slicking their skin.
The game stopped for a minute as they both lost themselves in the feel of each other, their eyes locked, their breath mingled.
“Right there,” Shane said on a gasp as Ilya drove into his prostate. “Oh God, husband!” he cried out.
And something in Ilya went feral and wild. He pistoned his hips, fucking almost brutally int Shane, an almost wounded sound gasping from him.
“There, that's it,” Shane bowed his back, feeling his orgasm race through him, “that's my husband, yes!”. He arched, fingers digging into Ilya's thick traps as he let go and came hard, shooting between them.
Ilya growled something that sounded suspiciously like “mine” as he pulled Shane back to him and came deep inside him.
Shane was panting and laughing, covered in sweat and come, “Guess I found it, huh, husband?”
Ilya made a happy sound, still to come dumb to answer with words, and snuggled into Shane's chest, licking a stray drop of sweat. He pulled Shane’s left hand from where he was petting Ilya's curls, and kissed the gold band.