Page 151 of The Long Game
They didn’t talk. Shane kept his mouth busy and Ilya, he hoped, was too out of his head to form words. Shane soaked up his moans and gasps and sighs as he increased the pressure of his tongue. Ilya was so tight, but Shane was finally, after several minutes, able to poke the tip of his tongue inside.
“Oh,” Ilya gasped.
Shane should offer to do this more often. Ilya rarely asked for it, but maybe Shane had been missing times where Ilya hadwantedto ask for it.
Shane pulled back and admired his work so far. He suspected Ilya was ready for something deeper. “You want fingers?”
“Mmff.”
Shane laughed. “Gonna need an actual word.”
“Da. Yes. Fucking come on.”
Shane fetched a bottle of lube, then paused as he stared into the nightstand drawer. “You want to try a toy maybe?” Ilya hadn’t been a fan of the dildo Shane had tried on him once, two years ago, but they had smaller things now. Little vibrating prostate massagers and plugs.
“No,” Ilya said. “Just want you.”
Shane dropped a kiss on Ilya’s temple. “Okay.” He drizzled lube on his fingers. “Um. So, do you want...”
“Fingers, Hollander. Put your fingers in me. And fucking relax.”
Shane scoffed. “You’re the one who needs to relax here.”
“You are the one who is taking forever.”
“I liked it better when you couldn’t talk.”
“Then make me forget how to.”
Shane playfully bit Ilya’s ass cheek, then pressed a slick finger against Ilya’s hole. He worked him slowly, carefully, until he could slip inside without much resistance, up to the second knuckle. He searched around until he found the spot that made Ilya’s whole body jolt.
“Holy fuck,” Ilya panted. “I always forget.”
Shane smiled and started a rhythm. After a few minutes, Ilya was a trembling mess.
“Good, right?” Shane said softly. “Like waves. I love riding this feeling.”
“It is...a lot.”
“Yeah. Like you’re gonna come but not exactly. It feels so fucking good.”
“You come like this, sometimes.”
“I do,” Shane agreed. “And it’s fucking amazing.”
Ilya whimpered.
“You wanna try?” Shane asked.
“I... Yes. Fuck. Feels like it will kill me. Rip me in half.”
“It won’t. Let it happen.”
Shane knew Ilya was humping the pillow a bit, which was technically cheating, but it still took a surprisingly short amount of time before Ilya said, “Don’t stop. Oh fuck. Shane,” then clenched hard around Shane’s finger. His body rocked as he moaned and cursed, then finally stilled.
Shane extracted his finger and kissed Ilya’s spine while he waited for him to come down. Finally, Ilya said, “I hope you did not like that pillow.”
Shane laughed. “That bad, huh?”
