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When Shane first found out that he’d been roomed with an alpha he’d done everything he could to try and get things changed, but ultimately and unfortunately it was just too late and there was nowhere else for him so he was stuck. His mother was fuming, ranting and huffing about how in 2017 omegas should be treated better than this, and that forcing him to room with an alpha was wrong and dangerous and that if anything happened to her son she would ruin them.
Shane, by this point had already resigned himself to it, resolving to just establish clear boundaries with whoever it was, making sure it was known he wouldn’t be taken advantage of just because of his subgender. But then he opened the door on his first day and saw the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Tall, broad shoulders, a sharp jaw and piercing blue eyes and beautiful golden curls falling down his face.
Shane opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, instead the alpha just walked over, extended his hand, and said “Hello. I am Ilya Rozanov. You must be roommate.” His voice thick with an accent that was very clearly Russian.
Shane shook himself and took Ilya’s hand, “Uh I’m, um, Shane. Hollander.” Shane forced out, trying not to focus on how warm and soft and just right Ilya’s hand felt in his. “Yeah I guess we are roommates. I have to go and get all my stuff from downstairs and my parents are gonna be helping me. Just so you know.”
Shane didn’t wait for Ilya’s response before turning and bolting out of the room. He returned with his parents and when he got back Ilya was no longer there, the door to his room was closed so Shane assumed he was in there and would be until his parents were gone.
Once they were, after Shane had finally gotten his mom to stop lecturing him about setting boundaries and being safe, it was late and Shane was tired so immediately just started getting ready for bed. When he was in his room getting changed he heard Ilya’s door open and rushed out to see him, deciding now was better than ever to speak to him.
“Hey um, can I talk to you.” Shane asked nervously as Ilya pulled something out of the fridge. The alpha just turned, holding a can of coke and said, “Da.” before sitting at the small table in the kitchen.
Shane assumed that meant yes and went to join him, “So um, as I am sure you know I am an omega and I wanted to just let you know that I am not going to play the role of housewife and I will not let you think you can just walk all over me or disrespect me because of it.”
Shane looked up from where he was staring down at his hands and met Ilya’s eyes, the alpha was stiff and looked annoyed. “You think because I am alpha I will not respect you? Why would you think that about me? You do not know me.”
“That’s not what I meant, I just meant that it’s important for me that I tell you that I won’t be treated differently because of it. I know how alphas are.”
“Not all alphas are same. We are not all aggressive knotheads who see omegas as objects. You judge me based on being an alpha but ask me not to do that to you as omega.” Ilya seemed angry as he stood up and walked away to his room, shutting his door just shy of a slam.
After that Shane felt like shit. Tossing and turning in his bed all night thinking about how he’d already fucked up any sort of friendship that could have existed between them.
When he woke up after getting only a few hours of sleep he left and went out of his room to find Ilya sitting at the table eating breakfast. Shane moved without a word as he made his coffee. Ilya did not say anything either until Shane was just about to shut his bedroom door and he called out, “Shane, can you sit?”
Shane turned and slowly walked to the table as his heart pounded in his chest. Sitting down at the table he kept his eyes down and fiddled with his fingers, waiting for Ilya to speak. “I am sorry for last night. I did not react good. I know omegas get treated bad. You are right to protect yourself. I um, come from family of alphas who are like the ones you are afraid of and I did not like that you think I could be like them.”
Shane was shocked at Ilya’s honesty, guilt crashing over him, “I’m sorry too. I did judge you based on your subgender, that was wrong. It’s just too many alphas write me off immediately especially now that I am playing hockey at college and everyone thinks I should be doing something domestic so I am trained to be defensive.”
“Is ok Shane. We start again now and be friends.You say you play hockey? I got scholarship to play. Is how I left Russia.”
Shane snapped his head up, “Really? We’re gonna be playing together?” From there they spent almost the entirety of the day speaking about hockey and after that day became fast friends. Shane and Ilya’s names almost always being spoken next to each other, you rarely found one without the other.
From then on Shane and Ilya were near inseparable. Going to practice together, eating together, spending weekends together. It didn’t matter to Shane that every time Ilya brought someone over his stomach and heart clenched with jealousy, because he had something all of them didn’t. He had a version of Ilya no one did. The soft, attentive one who looked after Shane no matter what.
Something Ilya never stopped proving to Shane was how much he was against any omega discrimination. Constantly getting into fights with anyone who dared to disregard or comment on Shane being an omega in the negative. Shane’s favourite was at the beginning of their third year during one of the first practice after Shane had been made captain and Ilya was his alternate.
Ilya had noticed how some of their teammates weren’t listening to Shane properly, laughing at him behind his back. So one day, when Shane was talking to their team in the locker room before practice and Ilya spotted it happening, so, interrupting Shane, he said, “Is there problem?” His tone was harsh and he was staring over at them.
“I mean yeah kind of.” One of them, called Dallas Kent, sneered.
“What?” Ilya said.
“Well, no offense Hollander we have no issue with you on the team but an omega as captain is just a joke, it should have been an alpha.”
Shane stood awkwardly next to Ilya’s eyes on the floor. “Who is we?” Ilya said, eyes snapping to the rest of the team, “You agree? Think we need alpha captain or you are happy with Hollander?”
Everyone quickly nodded and emphasised how happy they were with Shane as captain just like they had at the end of last year and they’d all gone out to celebrate. “Ah so is only you who has problem.” Ilya said turning back.
“We just think you would have been better Roz.” He said, faltering slightly under Ilya’s stare.
“I don’t, coach didn’t, no one else on team does. Just you, so shut the fuck up and never let me hear you bitching about it again, fucking bigot” Ilya growled, before taking a step back and saying to Shane, “Continue Captain.”
Despite being horrifically embarrassed by the whole thing, inside Shane was overwhelmingly happy. And he made sure Ilya knew exactly how happy and grateful he was. And when Shane noticed Kent with a black eye at their next practice he didn’t mention it.
Now they were in their senior year and one day they were walking back from practice to the apartment they had moved into together in their second year while Ilya was complaining about the conversation they had just had in the locker room.
To Shane it didn’t matter but to Ilya it very clearly did. Somehow in the locker room it was being discussed how most of the men on the team didn’t go down on omegas. And now for the past ten minutes Ilya had been ranting about how sex is for the omega as much as it is for the alpha, and how alphas should care about an omega’s pleasure first.
Shane didn’t really care. He knew that no one on the team disregarded him for being an omega, but any sort of mistreatment towards omegas was deeply personal to Ilya both because of his mother and because of Shane. And apparently this was enough to trigger Ilya’s defence of omegas.
“Ilya, can you just leave it? We can’t cum like that anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.” Shane said, trying to change the topic.
Ilya’s head snapped round to Shane, “What did you just say? That is not true. Or if it is, many people have been lying to me.”
Shane felt the familiar squeeze of jealousy and looked away, “Well I never have, so I just thought maybe I couldn’t.” Shane shrugged.
“No one has ever made you cum with their mouth?” Ilya asked incredulously.
Shane just shrugged again and kept walking, not saying anything else, his face turning red. “But you cum when they fuck you, yes?” Ilya asked, seeming to be genuinely concerned.
“Ilya, what the fuck?” Shane said, “Just leave it.”
Ilya didn’t leave it. “No, I need to know if my Shanyusha is being looked after.” Shane flushed an even deeper red, like he did every time Ilya called him that.
“No, not really.” Shane said quietly.
“Not really?” Ilya followed up.
“Well I slick and get wet, but never you know, actually cum.” Shane was so embarrassed but there was just something about Ilya in that he made him feel safe and always got him speaking.
“Has anyone ever made you cum?”
“Does it really matter to you that much Ilya?” Shane asked, still not looking at Ilya,
“Yes. alphas should make omegas feel good, is not all about them getting their knots wet. Just answer yes or no.”
“No.” Shane said, shoulders relaxing as he knew Ilya would leave it now.
He heard Ilya say something low in Russian but didn’t know what it meant. “You had boyfriend for like eight months last year and he never made you cum?”
“Ilya!” Shane said in a tone that told Ilya Shane was done.
“I am done. Ok. I just do not like alphas who don’t treat omegas right ok. You know this.” Ilya huffed, clearly genuinely agitated by this. And Shane did know, he knew Ilya was studying so that he could help better things for omegas and he knew how personal this was to the alpha after how his father treated his mother.
When they got back Ilya asked Shane if they were going to watch the Bears vs Voyagers game, to which Shane immediately said yes before Ilya told him to go and get changed while Ilya cooked for them.
They sat and ate and watched the game, arguing about which team was better like they always did. When the game was over they sat in silence for a while just on their phones before Ilya said, “Do you want me to make you cum?”
Shane choked on his ginger ale and once he composed himself turned and looked at Ilya, who was looking at him with a face of absolute seriousness, “What the fuck are you talking about?” Shane asked, fighting the urge to just storm off.
“Well you said no one has ever made you cum and I do not think that is right so I wanted to change that. You can say no. Is no big deal.” Ilya shrugged as if he didn’t just offer to make Shane cum and turned back to his phone.
“So let me get this straight, you want to make me cum because you think it's wrong that no one has before.”
“Well yes. And I will enjoy it too, eating pussy is very good. I have also had no complaints.” Ilya said, still frustratingly nonchalant.
Shane sat and thought about it for a moment, he’d thought about Ilya this way too many times, maybe having it once would help Shane move on and get over it. “Ok then.” Shane said, not meeting Ilya’s eyes. Ilya never wore a scent patch when they were home, something they’d argued about when they were still new friends, they had compromised on Ilya not wearing a scent patch but he could never smoke inside, even in his room.
Shane immediately smelt the lust coming from Ilya. Without words Ilya put his phone down and shifted to the floor, gently pushing Shane’s thighs apart and settling himself in between them. “You want? Definitely?” Ilya asked from between Shane’s legs, rubbing his hands up and down Shane’s thighs, Ilya’s scent filling the room.
“Ilya fuck stop that for a second.” Shane said, pushing Ilya’s hands off him.
“Stop what?” Ilya said, smirking up at him.
“Your hands and your fucking scent, just give me a minute.” He said, eyes not meeting Ilya.
“Oh um sorry, can put patch on if is too much, people usually like it, is ok if you do not.” Ilya said, suddenly sounding shy.
“No it’s not that it’s just a lot and I needed a minute, you can continue now.”
Ilya went to pull Shane’s gym shorts down, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of them as well as Shane’s underwear when suddenly Shane shouted out, “No Ilya stop. I can’t fuck. We can’t.” He shoved Ilya’s hands away and pulled his knees up to his chest.
Shane watched as Ilya immediately pulled back from him, “Shane, is ok, I am sorry, should not have asked, you do not just have to say yes just because I want.”
“It’s not that, it’s,” Shane paused for a moment while he thought, thought about how much he loved Ilya and how much he wanted to be more and how he can’t accept this physical part and it mean nothing, it needs to mean something or it needs to not happen, “It’s just I can’t have you do this and it mean nothing. I have wanted more from you for so long, I know it’s greedy, you have already given me so much but I want more. So I can’t do this with you if all it is to you is making me cum because you think you have to. I need it to mean something or we need to just forget this happened and go back to being friends.”
Ilya was stunned where he was on the floor. He didn’t know how to process Shane’s words. He thought of the moment he told Svetlana he was in love with Shane and she laughed because she thought he already knew that, or how the people on the team he had confessed his feeling to were certain Shane felt the same way and that Ilya should stop moping and just tell Shane how he felt. “Is not nothing. Has not been nothing for a while. I want you. Have wanted for so long Shane.” Ilya said, voice halfway between a growl and a sob.
Shane picked his head up from where it was resting on his knees and looked at Ilya, following his movement as Ilya moved himself back up onto the couch to sit next to Shane, “You want me?” he said, eyes wide and filled with tears.
“I want you. I have wanted you since you walked in the door of our shitty college dorm.”
Shane’s heart flipped in his chest, “And you never fucking said anything?” he said, voice a half yell and a laugh as a tear rolled down his cheek.
“I always thought I just wanted to fuck you. I thought what I was feeling was because we were very close alpha and omega friends. I read that lots of alphas feel very protective and possessive of their omega friends. I did not realise until you got a boyfriend. I thought I was too late. And then you broke up and I thought it would be too soon and that you just needed a friend after that. I hated seeing you with him, covered in his scent. I always knew you were too good for him and now I learn he wasn’t even fucking you right.” Ilya said all of this in almost one breath so when he was done he was panting.
Shane just stared at him, unsure of what to say, eventually Shane said, “That’s why we broke up.”
Ilya’s head snapped round to look at Shane, “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Shane started looking at Ilya, “Miles was jealous of you. He told me he didn’t want me living with another alpha. And when I told him I wouldn’t move and that we were just best friends he said I wouldn’t move because I was in love with you. I hesitated to correct him so he told me that he can’t be with someone in love with someone else and broke up with me.”
“Have you known since then?” Ilya asked.
Shane shook his head but didn’t say anything. “Since when Shane?”
“Um, I don’t know. Everytime I heard you fucking someone in your room, or saw you kissing someone at a party, or when came to spend Christmas in Ottawa with my parents, or when you gave me your clothes for my heat because the smell of any other alpha made me nauseous. Everytime I fucking looked at you, or heard you laugh, smelt your scent. All of them. But I always thought I had parts of you others didn’t and asking for more was greedy so I just endured.”
“No. not greedy. I am greedy for wanting you. You are too good, too pretty, is not right for me to keep you to myself.” Ilya said, slipping back slightly into that overdramatic tone Shane was all too familiar with.
Shane sighed and finally turned to look at Ilya, whose eyes were piercing and intense, directly into Shane’s. “So, let's keep each other to ourselves, be greedy together?” Shane said, phrasing the last part as a question.
Ilya smiled wide at Shane, “Da, I will keep you as mine, my omega, all for one greedy alpha.” he went to move towards Shane before stopping, eyes dropping quickly to Shane’s lips then back up to his eyes, “Can I kiss you?” He asked.
“Da.” Shane said, in a terrible imitation of Ilya’s accent, smiling back at him.
“Is terrible, will teach you proper Russian, things like, ‘Please alpha more.’ and “Harder Ilya.”
“Fuck off, just kiss me already.” Shane said, leaning forward and meeting Ilya’s lips as he did the same. Their teeth clashed together before their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths and they moaned into each other. Ilya moved himself closer to Shane and felt Shane’s hands tangle into his hair
“Can I eat you out now, I’ve wanted to taste your cunt for so long.”
Shane groaned and felt himself getting wet before he said, “No wait um, not here.”
Ilya groaned dramatically and then said “You want to go to your nest?”
“No, uh, I want to go into your den.” Shane said, blushing. Shane had been into Ilya’s room countless times, and every time Ilya’s scent had been intoxicating. He had also seen too many people who weren’t him being taken into Ilya’s room and then the sounds of what they were doing in there, jealousy coiling in his gut as he dragged himself out of his apartment until they were done. So now that he was getting this with Ilya he wanted it to be what he had imagined it could be, and that involved him spread out on Ilya’s bed, being taken apart by him.
“Ah I see.” Ilya said, a wide smirk spreading across his face. “Pretty omega wants alpha to wreck him in his den, yes?”
Shane flushed red at just how well Ilya had guessed what he was thinking and watched as Ilya’s smile widened even further. “I am right, aren’t I? Tell me what you want omezhka.”
Shane felt himself getting wet and watched Ilya’s nose twitch, “Want you alpha, want you to take your omega into your den and fuck me, can you? Please alpha.” Shane looked up at Ilya, biting his bottom lip and fluttering his eye lashes. Ilya growled and surged forward, picking Shane up and marching off to his room.
Ilya placed Shane down onto his bed and stood over him, “Take off scent patch. Need to smell you, now.”
“But I thought you didn’t like my scent.” Shane said, looking away as his shoulders curved around himself.
“How the fuck could you think that?” Ilya asked, face contorted in genuine annoyance.
“In our first year, I didn’t have one on after my shower once and you left immediately. I thought it was because it was disgusting to you.”
“No Shane, was because your scent was so good I got hard, I had to leave to stop myself from pouncing on you. You have spent four years thinking I hate your scent?”
“Well yeah.”
“No one hates your scent Shane, have you not noticed how everyone reacts in the locker room when you change patches? I have had to fight urge to beat them up for the way they look at you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, your scent, from the few times I have smelt it, is so fucking good it caused me to get instantly hard as well as a room full of alphas to become filled with urge to bury their face into your neck. So please take off your patch so we can scent each other and everyone can know you are mine and I am yours.”
“I’m yours?”
“Da, yes, you are my omega.”
“And your boyfriend?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“So we’re exclusive?”
“Da. Of course, is no one else I want.” Ilya said.
“Well come here then alpha.” Shane said, smiling wide and reaching up to his neck and pulling off his two scent patches on either of his glands. Immediately Shane’s scent poured out of him. Ilya felt the blood rush from his head to his cock as it hit him, something he had only gotten brief whiffs of over the last few years was now wrapping its way around him.
Shane’s scent was deep and rich and sweet in a way that made Ilya feel dizzy. He closed the distance between him and Shane, stepping onto his bed and leaning down to press his face into Shane’s neck, moaning as he breathed Shane in directly from his scent glands. He felt Shane move and before he knew it Shane’s mouth was sucking on Ilya’s neck, nibbling gently at his gland.
“Fuck omega, is so good. Think I am addicted.”
“Me too Ilya fuck. I love you so much.” Shane said, burying his face back into Ilya’s neck.
“Love you too Shane.” Ilya moaned, pulling Shane up from his neck and kissing him, wrapping his arms around Shane and laying them down laying them down. They held each other and made out for what seemed like hours, tongues swirling together as everything they had felt for each other poured out of them as they kissed.
Ilya was the one who pulled back first, watching as Shane’s face scrunched in irritation. “No no Shane no angry kitten face, I want to eat you out, make you cum on my tongue and fingers then I want to fuck you. Can I? Will you let me omezhka?” Ilya said, before ducking down to suck a bruise under Shane’s jaw.
“Fuck, Ilya please, want to feel you alpha please.” Shane whined, pushing Ilya’s head down. Ilya chuckled against Shane’s skin pressing a kiss to his scent gland.
“Take your shirt off.” Ilya said, as he leaned back and sat up, pulling off his own and staring down at Shane. Shane had seen Ilya naked countless times, they’d been sharing a locker room and living together for almost four years. He’d seen him shirtless even more. Ilya frequently came out of the shower with just a towel around him, or spent his time in the apartment without one on. But this was different. This was Ilya and his perfectly sculpted body in a space where Shane was allowed to look.
So he did look. He looked at Ilya’s full, muscled, chest and the obnoxious bear tattoo he’d spent years making fun of him over. He looked at how defined his abs were and felt the intense urge to run his tongue across Ilya’s body so he could feel the hard muscle. He looked at the hair that led down to the waist band of Ilya’s pants and how he was bulging obscenely. Ilya grinned at Shane’s ogling “You like Shane? Is all yours now yes, nobody else's."
“All mine.” Shane said, mostly to himself as he sat up and tugged his shirt off, trying not to shy away from the way Ilya’s scent changed and his stare intensified as he looked down at Shane.
“You look perfect Shane.” Ilya breathed out, moving on the bed to position himself between Shane’s legs, just inches away from Shane’s crotch. He looked down and noticed that Shane had soaked through his shorts and Ilya groaned at the scent of Shane’s slick.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband and looks up at Shane, “Can I please take these off now?” Ilya asked, licking his lips.
“Yes, please Ilya.” Shane said, before lifting up his hips for Ilya. Slowly Ilya tugged Shane’s shorts down, along with his underwear and threw them behind him. He looked down as Shane’s pussy and his breath hitched. Shane was dripping wet, his pink folds glistening as his hole twitched around nothing desperate to be filled.
“You are so beautiful Shane, you look so good. Is prettiest I have ever seen” He watched as slick leaked out of Shane at his words and Ilya leaned forward to press a kiss to Shane’s thigh, “Can I?” Ilya confirmed one more time.
“Yeah Ilya, come on.” Shane said.
“You will not be disappointed, have had lots of good reviews.” Ilya said, realising immediately he shouldn’t have as he felt Shane tense around him at the reminder of the other people Ilya has been with.
“Hey hey, no, do not tense is ok. Look at me.” He reached up to turn Shane’s head toward him from where he had turned it away, “None of them mattered to me ok, is you I want, is you who I love and want to keep yes? I have never loved anyone else so let me show you. Let me show you how much I fucking love you Shane.”
“Ok, I’m sorry, I love you too.” Shane said, relaxing around Ilya. Shane stared down at Ilya and watched as his tongue reached out and he licked up Shane’s pussy, slowly, letting out a low, rough sound at the taste that sent vibrations up Shane’s body.
Shane felt Ilya’s tongue slip inside him for a moment before pulling back out and licking up towards his clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth, causing Shane to whine loudly and close his thighs around Ilya’s head, causing Ilya to groan against his clit.
Shane loosened his thighs and Ilya pulled up, “Can use my fingers yes? Let me open you up.”
“Yes Ilya fuck, please just keep going, want you so bad.” Shane panted out before closing his legs around Ilya’s head again. Shane had spent the last four years fantasising about this and he was getting desperate.
Ilya smiled and dove back in, this time bringing a finger up to Shane’s hole and pushing it in, leaning forward so his tongue was spearing in alongside his finger, lapping up the slick that was pouring out of him. Shane pushed his hips onto Ilya’s face. He’d never felt this good before, not with his ex, not with the various hookups he’d had since coming to college. Ilya’s tongue and fingers in him felt so good he already felt like he was getting close.
Ilya’s finger curled inside Shane a rub across a spot Shane doesn’t think anyone had before at the same time as he moved his mouth and sucked on Shane’s clit, grazing slightly with his teeth as he did. Ilya pulled back slightly as he slipped in another thick finger pushing them deep, moving his tongue back down to slide between them as he scissored them open, stretching Shane’s hole open.
Ilya flicked his tongue inside Shane, letting his slick cover his tongue as it dripped down his throat, his fingers fucking and curling into Shane. Shane moaned obscenely and said, “Ilya more, want more.” bucking his hips against Ilya’s face.
Ilya pulled back, slipping a third finger into Shane before looking up at him, “Tell me Shane, what do you need?”
“Need your tongue on my clit, please wanna cum, ‘m so close.” He whined, hips rolling against Ilya’s fingers as they curled deep inside him.
Ilya grinned, “But has been only three minutes, you are close already?”
“Fuck off and make me cum.” Shane said, gripping Ilya’s hair and tugging him up. Ilya kept smiling but did what Shane said, sucking on his clit and picking up the pace with his fingers. Flicking his tongue in small sharp movements he felt Shane clench around him, he wrapped his lips around Shane and sucked hard. All of a sudden lick shot out of Shane and he squirted around Ilya with a silent scream, drenching Ilya and his bed. Ilya moved his mouth quickly down to lap up Shane’s cum and felt his neglected cock throb at the taste.
Ilya gently pulled back, removing his fingers and bringing them up to his mouth, moaning at the taste. Shane laid there panting, eyes unfocused as he looked at Ilya, eyes dropping down to his cock. “Alpha,” he mumbled, “Please. Fuck me. Want your cock alpha.”
Ilya growled and felt his dick twitch in his pants, “You are sure?” He asked, not wanting to push too far with him.
“Yes fuck please, wanna feel you.” He whined again.
“Yes ok, want to feel you too.” Ilya said, stepping off the bed and pulling his sweatpants off. He went to his drawer to grab a condom, but as he was reaching for it Shane grabbed his wrist.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“Grabbing condom.” He said, like it was obvious.
“Why?”
“Because pregnancy and infections Shane, do I need to give you the talk?”
“Fuck off asshole, I can’t get pregnant I’m on birth control, and I’m clean, are you?”
“Well yes but-”
“But nothing, want you to cum in me alpha. You should just throw them away.” Shane said. Ilya’s mouth dropped open slightly before slamming his drawer closed and climbing back on the bed. He climbed back onto his bed and settled between Shane’s open legs.
“You ever fucked someone raw before?” Shane asked.
“No. Have you?” Ilya asked back.
Shane shook his head, “You’ll be my first alpha, like you were the first person to make me cum.” he said, voice low and seductive in a way that Ilya would never have expected from Shane.
Ilya growled loudly and took his dick in his hand, “How do you want it?” he grunted out.
Wordlessly Shane moved, rolling himself over and raising his ass in the air, creating a deep arch as he presented for Ilya. Ilya stared in awe at Shane. His beautiful tan, muscled back flexed incredibly, leading down to his small narrow waist that Ilya couldn’t wait to wrap his hands around. And then in the middle was Shane’s pussy, still dripping from his orgasm and now winking at him, showing Ilya exactly how he’d opened Shane up.
Ilya shuffled forward on his knees and rubbed his cock against Shane’s slick folds and draped himself over Shane’s back, “You ready Shane, can I fuck you?”
“Please alpha, fuck me.”
That was all Ilya needed before slid himself in, slowly, giving Shane time to get used to the stretch. When he bottomed out he held himself there, hips up against Shane’s ass as he waited for Shane to tell him he could move.
“Ilya, move, fuck me please.” He moaned, pushing himself back against Ilya, who growled and slowly began to pull back, reaching halfway before sinking himself back in. Shane felt so perfect around Ilya, warm and wet and so soft it felt insane.
He pulled himself all the way out before pushing himself back in deep, grinding his hips against Shane before pulling back out and slamming himself back in. He was already so worked up that keeping a slow rhythm was becoming hard, so when Shane whined out, “Fuck me hard I’m not gonna break.” Ilya felt his control break. He gripped Shane by the wraps, hands meeting on his lower abdomen just like he’d hoped they would and began to pound into Shane.
Ilya hammered his cock into him, pulling Shane back by his hips, forcing him to meet his thrusts so his cock could slam in even deep, brushing up against the entrance of Shane’s womb. Ilya suddenly felt something against his hand and slowed down his thrusts. He rolled his hips once and felt it, his cock bulging in Shane’s tummy as he fucked him.
Ilya let out a loud growled and laid himself across Shane’s back so he could say, “Fuck omega, feel how deep I am, I am fucking your womb, gonna put my pups in here da? Fill you up so everyone knows you are mine.” directly into his ear, his accent growing thick with lust.
Shane came, hard and sudden, completely hands free on Ilya’s cock, squirting around him and clenching so tight Ilya had to stop moving, “Fuck yes omega, cum on alpha’s cock, am the only one who can fuck you this good, all those other shitty alphas your brought here couldn’t handle you, but I can, because you are mine, my Shane, my omega, my mate.”
“Fuck Ilya please,” Shane sobbed, “Mate me, bite me, wanna be yours.” Ilya knew he couldn’t, no matter what his alpha was telling him to do, mating Shane now would be wrong, no matter how certain they both were, they were it for each other they needed to talk properly about it first.
So instead Ilya leaned back down, hips still pistoning into Shane, knot inflating at the base of his cock and bit down hard onto Shane’s shoulder. Shane came with a sob again, and this time Ilya thrust in hard, knot pushing past Shane’s hole and came hard with a roar, throwing his head back as he unloaded into Shane, rope after rope filling him up. Ilya felt as Shane felt him clenched around him, milking him further and how his stomach became slightly round with how much cum was inside him.
Ilya collapsed forward and stayed still while they caught their breath, eventually shifting Shane so he was comfortable on his knot and moving himself carefully so they were laying face to face. Shane’s eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep, so Ilya just stayed still and looked at him, admiring how beautiful he was.
Ilya’s knot slowly came down and when it finally slipped out of Shane he opened his eyes, “Hi, moya lyubov'.” Ilya said, smiling softly.
“Hi Ilya.” Shane said, smiling back, leaning forward to kiss Ilya, who immediately sucked Shane’s tongue into his mouth. Shane pulled back, moving his head back so he could look at Ilya. They stared at each other before Shane said,
“I meant it by the way, I want you to mate me.”
“I know, I want it very bad too, but we need to speak properly, and I do not think Yuna would be happy if we just turned up at Christmas with mating bites and she did not even know we were dating.” Ilya said. Ever since meeting them properly during during the summer going into third year, Shane’s parents had taken Ilya in like a second son, and within two days he’d been added to the family group chat, he had nothing but love and respect for them and didn’t want them to think otherwise if he mated their son without them knowing.
“They love you Ilya, when I asked if you could come home with me last summer they already thought you were my boyfriend I had to correct them, but you are right, Mom would flip if we did that.”
“Yes I know, I always have to be good responsible son.” Ilya chuckled, shaking his head in faux disappointment.
“Fuck off.” Shane laughed, before saying, “Now be a good boyfriend and take me to the shower, if you do you can join me.” Immediately Ilya moved, scooping them up and carrying them to the shower
After their shower, where Shane had sunk to his knees and sucked Ilya until he came down his throat, Shane hadn’t wanted to sleep in a bed that wasn’t his nest and neither of them could be bothered to change Ilya’s sheets right now so they went into his room and after Ilya had stopped making such a big deal of being allowed into Shane’s nest which Shane hadn’t allowed once in the four years they knew each other, they settled on his bed and laid their making out.
After who knows how long Ilya’s phone exploded with a flurry of texts, disrupting them and causing Ilya to groan loudly as he turned away from Shane to check his phone.
“Ah.” Ilya said, eyebrow furrowing.
“What? Everything ok?”
“I accidentally stood someone up and she is not happy with me.” Ilya said, looking slightly guilty.
“Oh, um, are you, I mean do you wish you didn’t?”
“No of course not but is still rude to do.”
“Yeah of course.” Shane said, turning away from Ilya, jealousy building back up inside him.
Ilya groaned loudly and turned Shane by his shoulder, pulling him back against his chest before raising his arm up and taking a photo of them. He messed with it for a second before turning his screen to Shane.
Shane looked at his screen and saw that Ilya was on Instagram, the picture of them staring back at him, Ilya was effortlessly handsome as usual and Ilya’s teeth marks were clear in Shane’s shoulder. The photo had the caption, “My boyfriend is so cute I want to eat him ♥️.”
“Can post?” Ilya asked.
Shane’s heart exploded as he nodded at Ilya, who smiled and turned his phone back, listening as his phone chimed with the notification that he’d been tagged in a post. Ilya switched his phone off and cuddled Shane tight. Holding him until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
When they got to practice the next morning everyone cheered as they entered, causing Shane to blush and Ilya to beam.
“About fucking time.” Troy said, “I can’t tell you how many times me and Harris have had Roz’s overdramatic ass in our apartment crying about how much he loves you, and your freckles, and how life isn’t fair and he can never have anything finally that can stop and we can have peace.”
“You think that is bad, imagine having Shane in your ear for four years talking about how hot Roz looks coming out of the shower, or how pretty his eyes are.” Hayden said.
Shane and Ilya both glowered at Hayden and Troy respectively
“No is not true, was not crying. I do not do that.” Ilya said to Troy, who laughed and just turned to continue changing.
“Hayden what the fuck, why would you say that.” Shane said, blushing furiously.
“Is ok Shane, is hard not to look, I know.” Ilya teased,
“Well I’m not the one who cried when we watched Toy Story 3 with my parents at Christmas.”
“Ah so you do not love me, telling everyone my secrets.” Ilya said, placing a hand over his heart
“Whatever.” Shane said, rolling his eyes, “Just get changed, we have lots to do today before our game on Saturday.”
“Yes, ok.” Ilya said, turning immediately and beginning to take his clothes off, ignoring a cough from Bood that sounded suspiciously like, “Whipped.”
“You’d be whipped too if you heard the sound Shane makes when he cums on my cock.” Ilya said, stripping his shirt off.
“Ilya.” Shane warned, causing everyone to laugh when Ilya immediately looked sorry and finished getting ready in silence.
Shane just smiled to himself, filled with joy that Ilya was finally his.