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The cottage was quiet. Shane and Ilya sat on opposite sides of the couch, a blanket over both of their laps, their feet touching under it as they sat in silence. Ilya looked up from his phone, about to open his mouth and say something to Shane when he paused.
Shane looked beautiful. He held a creased, well loved book in his hand, gently flicking through the pages as he read. His other hand propped up his head, occasionally shifting to fix his glass as they slid down his nose. Ilya's mouth dropped open softly as he admired his husband. Gently, he placed his phone on the nearest surface, and crawled over the couch to rest his chin on one of Shane's thighs.
"What are you reading?"
"1984."
"Is good?"
"Yeah, fascinating." Shane's answers were distant, too enthralled in the novel to notice Ilya staring. Ilya grinned, and pressed his face into Shane's groin.
"Fuck, Ilya, what are you doing?!" Shane yelped, his hand not holding the book shooting out and pushing Ilya's head up.
"Keep reading krasivyy."
They held eye contact for a second until Shane relented, slowly letting Ilya lower his head down to resume nosing at his clothed dick.
He groaned as Ilya nipped at the fabric, pulling down the shorts Shane was wearing and slowly sucking him off.
"Fuck Rozanov." Shane's head tilted back and he pressed the book to his face, trying to suppress the blush that was slowly making its way over his face.
Ilya hummed and sped up, bobbing his head until Shane's thighs clenched around his ears, and his hand held Ilya's head down on his dick, keeping him in place.
Ilya lifted himself off Shane's dick and gently tucked him back into his shorts. Shane's chest rose and fell heavily as he panted, the book still pressed to his face.
"You should wear glasses more often."
"Not around you apparently."