Page 29 of The Long Game
“Yeah?” Shane rolled his hips, careful and controlled. “This all you need?”
Ilya huffed and reached for Shane’s dick. He wrapped his fingers lightly around him and just held him for a moment, his gaze locked with Shane’s.
“Is this enough?” Ilya asked as he gently grazed his hand over Shane’s cock, barely touching.
Fuck, it almostwasenough. Shane arched and clenched around Ilya’s dick involuntarily as he tried to thrust into Ilya’s hand.
Ilya laughed and pulled his hand away. Shane whined in protest.
Ilya placed his hand on the back of Shane’s neck and pulled him down until Ilya’s lips were against his ear. “I think,” he said, in Russian, “you need to be fucked properly.”
Shane gasped and nodded, and seconds later he was flat on his stomach, face pressing into a pillow. Ilya grabbed his thighs and hauled his ass into the air, then thrust inside.
“Is this what you need?” Ilya asked in a low, rough voice.
“Yes,” Shane said breathlessly. “Hard.”
“Stroke yourself.”
It didn’t take long after that. Not with Shane ruthlessly jerking himself while Ilya pounded into him, making the headboard slam against the wall with every thrust.
“Now,” Shane panted. “Fuck, I’m coming.” His whole body shuddered as he began to spurt over his hand and onto the sheets.
Behind him, Ilya only said, “Hollander,” before he stilled and pulsed inside him.
Ilya didn’t pull out immediately. He carefully lowered himself until he was almost resting his full weight on Shane’s back, breathing hard against Shane’s neck. For several long moments, they just breathed together.
Eventually, Ilya began peppering Shane’s shoulders with gentle kisses, and his softened dick slipped out of Shane’s body. He kissed down Shane’s spine in an adoring way that made Shane sigh happily.
“Love you,” Shane murmured into his pillow. He reached a hand back, clumsily searching, and Ilya took it in his own.
“I will be back,” Ilya said. He squeezed Shane’s hand, then released it and shuffled off the bed. Shane heard footsteps, and then the bathroom door closing.
He was dimly aware that he needed to get up himself and get cleaned. The bed sheets should be changed too. But Shane was so loose and sleepy that he wondered how important any of that was.
Ilya seemed to take longer than usual in the bathroom. Eventually, he returned and tapped Shane on the shoulder. “Your turn.”
“Mmpf.”
Ilya laughed quietly and rumpled Shane’s hair. “Come on. You hate to be dirty.”
Shane couldn’t argue that. He dragged himself to the bathroom.
When he returned he noticed that Ilya had already changed the sheets and was sitting on one side of the bed, staring at the wall.
“You okay?” Shane asked.
“Yes,” Ilya said. He sounded distracted.
Shane got into bed, enjoying the crisp slide of clean sheets against his skin. “I’m zonked.”
Ilya hummed in agreement and got under the covers beside him. He curled against Shane, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close. Shane fell asleep in minutes.
He woke some time later, blinking at the darkness as he felt Ilya crawl back into bed beside him. He had no idea what time it was or how long Ilya had been gone, but he smelled the sharp aroma of cigarette smoke.
“You were smoking,” he complained sleepily.
“No.”
