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Listen, Shane Hollander knows he is attractive. You don't get voted the hottest hockey player for nothing. Because of this, he gets hit on constantly, and he knows his Husband, Ilya Rozanov, does as well. I mean, look at the guy. Shane likes to imagine Greek Goddesses a thousand years ago, carving his husband out of stone before dropping him off in Russia.
Why they chose Russia and not Ottawa will always be Shane's biggest grievance with those Goddesses.
Their getting hit on has lessened since he and Ilya were very publicly outed to the whole world, and they can now wear rings on their left hands to signify their love for each other, but they still definitely get people asking for their numbers or Instagram.
Before they were married, Ilya would call Shane after a night out to tell him who got drunk and tried to fuck him. Now Ilya comes to their shared home, lies in their shared bed, and tells his husband what happened.
Shane usually keeps it to himself. No need to rile up Ilya.
One time at J.J's engagement party, his fiancée's cousin, who obviously wasn't a big hockey fan, hit on Shane. She also ignored the ring on his finger and any ounce of gaydar she had.
He politely told her that he wasn't interested, and that was that.
Ilya witnessed the whole thing but never said a word. And if he fucked Shane a little harder that night, Shane didn't mention it.
Shane's never seen his husband be hit on before. Sure, he's seen how people look at him, and he's seen how they comment on every single Instagram post that's even semi-related to him. Because why wouldn't he? And he gets it, his husband is fucking hot.
But seeing it in person is very, very different. In person, it was real. This was really happening. A girl, no woman, a very attractive woman, was talking to his husband.
A woman whose boobs were practically in his face, and in a dress that is so tight you can see every curve and every bounce when she talked.
She was laughing too loudly at every one of his jokes. God, he was such a funny guy. But he was Shane's funny guy.
They were at a charity event in New York. Both in their best tuxes with their best smiles on their faces.
They separated to mingle, and eventually Shane sat down at the bar to sip a ginger ale. He looked around the room to see if his husband could use another vodka when he saw it. He saw him and her. Him and her together.
Shane's stomach dropped. At least, when Shane got hit on by women, he wasn't attracted to them. Ilya was.
She was probably his type, too. Someone he would have partied with back when he and Shane were just a situationship. Someone he would have fucked.
Shane can't keep his eyes off Ilya.
Ilya looks up at him as if he can feel Shane's eye burning a hole into his skin. Ilya gives that devilish smirk he is known for before going back to his conversation with the women of the hour.
Shane turns around and flags down the bartender, "Can I get a vodka, please, on the rocks?" and two seconds, or a million years later, it's in his hand. His whole world has seemed to slow down.
All he can think about is Ilya. Ilya and the hottest girl Ilya has probably ever seen, who is flirting with him right now.
Shane gets up and starts beelining towards HIS husband.
"Shane," Ilya calls once he is in earshot, "we were just talking about you." Shane freezes.
Ilya motions him over. "This is Stephanie, she is old friend." Oh, so this is someone he fucked.
"It's great to finally meet you," Stephanie goes to shake Shane's hand, and Shane reluctantly accepts. "I'm honestly a huge fan," she puts her hand by her mouth as if she's whispering, "Don't tell my boss."
She and Ilya laugh, "Stephanie is social media manager for Boston Raiders."
"Hi," Shane finally says, handing Ilya the drink.
"Why hello there. Are you enjoying the event?" Stephanie's smile is even more beautiful up close. Of course, Ilya wants to fuck her.
"Yes," Shane replies. She looks almost scared as she looks over at Ilya.
Ilya, trying to save the day, gives that signature Ilya Rozanov smile. "Shane's not the biggest fan of these events," he says. He hugs Shane close to him, squeezing him at his side.
"Oh, me either, I totally get it," Stephanie waves it off, "Plus you both must be stressing about the playoffs coming up, right?" God, why does she have to be so nice, too?
"Don't even get us started," Ilya replies. They both laugh.
"Well, I must get back to my seat, my son is probably waiting for me. It was really nice meeting you, Shane."
"Oh, you don't have to lie," Ilya says. Shane glares at him, little shit.
Stephanie laughs, "No, I swear, it was a pleasure." She smiles and grabs Ilya's forearm. "It was nice catching up. We miss you in Boston."
"It was nice catching up, Stephanie. We should keep in touch," He squeezed Shane even tighter. Stephanie walks away. Of course, he wants to keep in touch. He probably wants to touch her all over.
Ilya lets go of Shane before turning to him, "Is everything ok?"
"Everything is fine, let's go back to our seats before the speeches start," Shane begins to walk away, but Ilya grabs his hand and spins him around.
"I think you are a liar." Before Shane can retort, "Walk with me," Ilya starts walking himself and Shane towards the exit.
"Ilya, where are we going?"
No reply.
"Why are you walking us towards the car? The event hasn't even started."
"We showed our face, donated money, and left. We're done."
"But-" Shane is cut off by being pulled into a single-person bathroom near the entrance to the parking garage and pushed against the door.
"What is wrong, my love?" Ilya says while locking the door and putting his arms on both sides of him, caging him against the cold door.
"Nothing," he mumbles.
Ilya clicks his tongue. "I will not sit next to you at boring charity event, listen to boring people talk about boring diseases-"
"Ilya-"
"While you are upset with me,"
Shane laughs, "I thought you were gonna say 'while you are being boring'"
Ilya tilts his head. "That too," They both smile. "Now tell me,"
"Do you ever miss being with other people? Do you ever get bored with me?"
Ilya stares at him for a second before Shane looks off to the side, embarrassed. "Hey, hey, hey, look at me," Ilya grabs his face. He squeezes his cheeks, causing his lips to pucker. "I love you more than anything. I don't want anyone else besides you."
He kisses Shane and lets go of his jaw. Tears began to fall down Shane's face as he began speaking at supersonic speed, "I saw how Stephanie was hitting on you, and I know she would have been your type, and sometimes I feel like maybe I don't do it all for you cause what if you miss being with women, and I can't help you with that."
"Breathe, Moya Lyubov," He pulls Shane's head down a bit to kiss him on his forehead. "I have been obsessed with you since I saw those gorgeous freckles on that freezing cold day in Saskatchewan." He pauses, "Even if I didn't know it then, you have owned me ever since." He grabs Shane's hand. "I'm yours."
"Really?"
Ilya's gaze darkens, and his jaw tenses. Shane knows that look; he has seen it at least a million times by now. That look can only mean Ilya is horny. "Let me prove it to you," Ilya grabs Shane’s clothed cock. He begins rubbing up and down, causing Shane to moan while his legs begin to give out. He hardens embarrassingly fast, as if he were still just 18 in room 1410. "There we go," Ilya says, smiling down at Shane's cock. Like he’s proud of him for getting hard. Which he is.
Ilya gets on his knees on this disgusting bathroom floor and grabs at Shane's meaty thighs. He looks up at Shane with those big blue eyes that he knows drive Shane crazy. "I want you to fuck my throat and cum on my face, so everyone knows I'm yours."
"Ok," Shane breaths out as Ilya begins unbuttoning his pants.
Ilya pulls Shane's pants and boxers down in one go and just looks at his husband's cock for a second, watching it continuously leak pre-cum. He's still in awe of it after all these years. Acting like he hasn’t seen it a million times. He leans forward and begins mouthing and sucking marks around the beautiful cock in front of him.
"I want everyone to see your cum dripping down my face, and they know exactly what you just did to me, because you own me. Do you think you can do that?" He grabs Shane’s hand and pops his thumb into his mouth, sucking.
He can feel Ilya's tongue twirling around his thumb and sucking hard. Cheeks hollowing out. Shane can't stop looking at it. Knowing that's gonna be his cock in a few moments if he can be good. Ilya pops off after sucking the digit dry, "Words, my love,"
Shane can feel the ‘yes’ stuck in his throat. He swallows the lump caught there. "Yes," he pauses and takes a deep breath. He knows what to say next. They’ve played these games before. "Please let me fuck your throat."
"And cum on my face, cause I'm yours, only yours."
"Please let me fuck your throat because you’re mine and I own you."
"You own me," he whispers before he takes Shane's cock into his hand and immediately kisses the tip before mouthing down the sides of the shaft. "I love this cock,"
The vibrations of the words so close to his cock make him shudder, “Fuck Ilya."
Ilya's other hand wanders down and begins cupping Shane's balls. He goes down further to suck at them for a moment. As he moves back up, he stills for a bit to let Shane's heavy cock just rest on his face for a moment, breathing him in and sucking on whatever his mouth can find. The look of it almost made Shane cum right there.
He licks up from the balls to the tip, swirls his tongue around it, and sucks lightly. Shane grabs on to his curls out of instinct and pulls tightly. Ilya moans around the tip.
Shane's breathing has deepened. Ilya looks up at his husband before he swallows him down and hollows his cheeks and sucks hard.
He reaches around and grabs Shane's ass to push himself impossibly deeper down his cock.
“Ilya-" is all Shane can get out before he’s cut off by a moan.
Ilya takes his mouth off with a pop, and he taps the tip of Shane's cock onto his tongue a few times, causing Shane to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut.
"Fuck my throat," Ilya says before he deep throats him.
Shane moans loudly before he catches himself. He bites his hand to stop himself while his other hand moves Ilya's head up and down his cock. Shane begins to move his hips in time with his hand.
Ilya allows his mouth to go slack so Shane can continue to shove his cock down his husband's throat. He balls hit Ilya's chin with every thrust.
Ilya sits there taking it. Every thrust. Every drop of pre-cum. All of it.
He grabs Shane’s empty hand and moves it to his own throat. He looks down and gasps when he can feel his dick moving in Ilya's throat.
"Oh fuck, Ilya, your mouth is so good." He keeps his hand there, feeling every thrust in his husband's throat. “You're so good to me. Such a little cock slut," Shane says, gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to throw his head back again.
Ilya gags after a particularly hard thrust, and Shane begins to pull him off his cock, but Ilya keeps going.
Shane sees tears falling down Ilya's face as he keeps choking himself on Shane's cock. He wipes them off while saying, "So good, Ilya, so good. Such a beautiful mouth," Ilya smiles around his cock.
Shane looks further down to see his husband not only looking back up at him with a mouth full of cock, but also with his own cock out, stroking it. The sight almost makes Shane cum right there, right down his throat.
Not tonight.
"Fuck Ilya, I'm gonna cum," Ilya pulls off and begins stroking his husband's cock, taping it on his tongue a few more times.
"Cum for me, Shanya," Shane moans at the Russian nickname "cum right on my face," he strokes faster, angling his face to not miss a single drop of his husband's precious cum "come on mark me up," And that's what does it.
Shane begins cumming in ropes all over his husband's face. He looks down to see the cum covering his beautiful curls, on his forehead, nose, rosy cheeks, and even in his mouth. Ilya makes a show of sticking out his tongue to show some of the cum that had fallen there, which he greedily swallows down.
Shane slumped down, trying to catch his breath. He loves looking down at his beautiful husband's face covered in his cum. His.
He looks even further down and sees Ilya's hand still holding his cock, but this time it is also covered in cum.
He leans down to kiss his husband, sucking on his tongue to get a taste of himself. "That was so hot,"
"You should take a picture in case you ever need a reminder of who I belong to." His voice is a little hoarse.
"What if it gets leaked?"
"Even better,"
Who knew the thought of everyone seeing his husband looking all face fucked with his cum covering every inch of his face would turn him on so much?
Shane pulls out his phone and begins taking some pictures. All of him just on his knees with globs of cum, tears, and drool sticking to his face. Some of Ilya smiling, and some of him trying to look bashful of what he'd just done. Shane knows it's just an act; one thing Ilya Rozanov is proud of is what he just did. “I want you to know, no one else will ever have me like this. Do you understand?”
“Yes, baby,” Shane puts his phone and dick away. He reaches for Ilya's chin and tilts his face up before he leans in for a kiss. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up."
Ilya stands up and puts his dick away as well. He goes towards the sink and washes his hands, then walks towards the door. "Let's just go home, clean up there."
"What? Ilya, you've got a giant load on your face."
"I've got your load on my face, how is everyone gonna know I'm yours if they can't see it?"
Shane has to consciously pick up his jaw from the ground. "Ilya, I thought you were just playing. You don't have to do this just to prove to me you're mine."
Even if it wasn’t for the cum on his face, they both looked a mess. Their tuxes were askew, their hair was shuffled, and they generally just looked fucked.
Ilya walks over and grabs his husband's hips and pulls him close so they're pelvis to pelvis. "But I want to, and I want everyone out there to know I'm yours." he pauses and sways both of their hips. "Come on, isn't it a little hot to think of your husband walking around with your cum all over his face? No cares in the world? Like it is normal thing?" His accent is thick.
Shane thinks for a moment. He knew his husband was a menace, but he would have never thought Ilya would be willing to do this. Or that Shane himself would even be thinking about doing this.
They are in the bathroom, which is as close as you can get to where they parked their car. And the event is pretty far away, so the chances of anyone actually seeing them are pretty slim. But the thought does make his stomach flip with arousal.
Imagining someone seeing his Ilya with his load covering him up almost gets him hard again, but unfortunately, he is in fact not eighteen anymore.
"Okay, let's go home," he says. Ilya smiles big, forcing a bit of cum to drop.
“Let’s let everyone know who I belong to.”
They open the door and begin to walk. Every atom in Shane's body is electrified. He is no longer thinking about whether or not his husband misses fucking other people; all he can think about is holding his cum covered husbands hand as they walk to the car.
It's a short walk, really. They only have to go through one door and one flight of stairs, but it's still got Shane moving quicker than usual.
Ilya stops walking, still holding his husband's hand. "Why do you keep looking around?"
Shane tries to pull his husband forward, but Ilya is dead set on staying put in this public, albeit seemingly empty, parking garage. Shane looks back at him. He gets a really good look at his husband. Confidently standing with his face covered in cum, not an ounce of shame on him. If anyone saw him right now, they would know exactly what he had done, and exactly who did it to him. It was so hot Shane almost couldn't stand it. Almost.
"You standing there, no shame covered in my cum. Fuck. I need to get home so you can fuck me so hard everyone knows you I belong to."
"Alright, Moya Lyubov, let's get you home,"
They begin walking again.
They can see their car when a woman turns the corner. Shane stops in his tracks and tries to turn them around, but Ilya just continues walking. No shame. Just walking like his dicks heavy. And it is.
The woman walks past the both of them. If she gives Ilya a second glance, Shane is too distracted by his own horniness to notice.
They both make it to the car. It's hard to tell in the tuxes, but Shane is as hard as a rock right now, and he knows Ilya is too. "Jesus Christ," Shane breathes out, "That was close."
"Hot though, right? Me almost getting caught with your load on my face?"
"So hot," Shane leans over the center console and grabs Ilya's face to pull him into a deep kiss. Fingers getting a bit of cum on them.
Ilya begins driving. Using one hand to hold Shane's.
It's not a long drive, maybe twenty minutes. Shane is just staring at his husband's beautiful side profile the whole time. Ilya occasionally looks over at his beautiful husband. They don't say much until Shane asks, "Does it not bother you to feel my cum drying on your face?"
"A little. It's starting to get a little itchy, but is nothing compared to you thinking I don't absolutely adore you."
That pulls a smile out of Shane. "Do you think you can handle it for a little while longer? I want you to fuck me with my load still on your face."
Ilya squeezes Shane's hand. "Anything for you, Moya Lyubov,"
Shane thinks about leaning over the center console to give Ilya some much-deserved road head, his mouth almost waters for it, but he really wants Ilya to fill him up with his hot cum, and he's not sure he can make Ilya cum a third time in such a short amount of time.
They're really not 18 anymore.
...
Shane didn't need much prep now that they were able to fuck every day, often multiple times a day.
But Ilya enjoyed working Shane open. He loved it when Shane began to fuck himself on Ilya's fingers. Getting him to the point where he was begging Ilya to fuck him makes Ilya's dick leak an obscene amount of pre-cum.
And now that Shane can't keep his eyes off Ilya's cum covered face. Ilya might cum right here.
Every time Ilya grazes Shane's prostate, he feels the need to throw his head back and squeeze his eyes shut, but he doesn't want to risk not seeing his cum on Ilya's face for even a second.
The cum had mostly dried by now, and it was itching Ilya's face like crazy, but he wouldn't even let himself think about cleaning it off.
Shane couldn't even imagine the feeling. He has too many sensory issues; every time Ilya cums on him, he needs to clean it off almost immediately, especially when it's on his face. Ilya is such a trooper, or cum slut. Probably both.
They were in their shared bed right now. They did all but actually jump on each other as soon as they got home. They probably stopped to make out and grind on every hard surface and wall on their way up to their bedroom.
Shane, of course, stopped to fold both of their very nice tuxes. "They need to be dry-cleaned," he said to his husband, who was watching very intently.
"I didn't say anything," he held up his hand in surrender. "I like watching you fold clothes. Very domestic, very sexy," he threw his socks at Shane. "Now get over here so I can fuck you."
A few minutes later, Ilya was I between Shane’s legs 3 fingers deep, and Shane was begging for him to fuck him. "What do we say?" His legs were hitched up, giving Ilya full access to his hole. He would let Ilya do whatever he wanted to him. There was a line of red marks covering Shane from his jaw to his rib cage. Showing off where Ilya had kissed and sucked on his mouth while working Shane open for his cock.
"Please, Ilya, fuck me, fill me up. I need you in me," he was babbling now, throwing his head against the pillows. Saying anything to get Ilya's cock inside him.
“Oh baby, but, you know how much I love making you cum like this,” He says, pressing a finger directly on Shane's prostate.
“ILYA PLEASE,” Ilya starts rubbing his other hand up and down Shane's thigh. Shushing him while going ham on his prostate
“Please, what baby?”
”Please, I need your cock in me. Please baby please!”
” Ok, moya lyubov, just cause you begged so nicely,” He grazed Shane's prostate one more time before he removed his fingers.
Shane didn't even have a second to mourn the loss before he felt Ilya’s cock against his rim. He slowly pushed his hard cock into Shane to make sure he felt every inch.
Ilya wants to make sure he feels the stretch and burn his cock causes. He wanted to make sure Shane never forgot this night. Make sure he never forgets who he belongs to.
They both gasped out when Ilya was fully inside of him. Ilya wanted to save that sound as his ringtone. Ilya stayed still for a moment to not cum too quickly. He was so turned on he felt crazy. “Move, Ilya, please, fuck me,” Shane screamed out. “ I want you to fuck me hard and fill me up with your hot cum,”
Well, Ilya can’t deny his husband of that. He begins speeding up his hips. Arms blocking Shane in. Lapping up every moan and whine that comes from his husband's mouth. “Who does this hole belong to?” He asks
"You,"
"Who's cum in on my face?"
"Mine,"
"And I wouldn't have it any other way," Ilya pauses and lets his words sit there for a moment before he kisses his husband. A kiss that is far too tender for what they are doing, for how hard they’re fucking. The type of kiss that they will still linger afterward. “Shane, you feel so good around my cock. So tight.”
Shane threw his head back as Ilya's words washed over him. His back was arching off the bed involuntarily, and his arms were reaching for anything to hold on to. He knew there would be red scratches down Ilya's back; he couldn't wait to see them.
He soon threw his head back forward to look at his husbands cum covered face. He needed to look at him. He wanted to look into the eyes of the man willing to do anything to prove to anyone who would listen that he loved Shane Hollander. He doesn’t want to miss a second of this. "Fuck look at me," Shane grabbed Ilya by his neck and forced him to look right at him.
They stare into each other's eyes like it's the first time. Like it’s the first time they’re allowed to look. Like it’s the first time they are allowed to tell people who they belong to. Because for a long time, they couldn’t.
Shane kept his arms wrapped around Ilya's neck as their eyes were burning holes into each other. Soaking in every sound the other made.
Ilya hitches one of Shane’s legs over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact. "Fuck, you're so deep," a loud moan is pulled out of him. "Ilya fuck me,"
"You were made for this baby," Ilyas thrusting hard, hitting Shane's prostate every time.
"Made for you," Shane begins moaning uncontrollably.
"Only my cock,"
"Only you,"
Ilya moves one of Shane's hands down to his stomach. "Feel me, my love, I'm right there," Shane feels Ilya's cock moving through his belly.
He can feel Ilya inside and out. Like he's everywhere.
Shane gets a flashback from earlier in the night when he felt his own cock moving in Ilya's throat.
He will always prefer to feel Ilya's cock inside of him.
Ilya moves his own hand around Shane's throat, not squeezing, just holding it there possessively. Like someone is coming to take him away.
The room fills with moans and grunts, sounds of skin slapping skin. Music to each other's ears as they just stare into each other's eyes. Their foreheads are pressed together as they breathe each other's air. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” Ilya asks.
Shane can’t speak; he feels every pump, every twitch of Ilya's cock. He feels Ilya's balls slap against his skin, he feels Ilya's fingers against his throat, the hot breath on his face. He feels everything, all of it.
He especially feels the knot forming in his lower belly. "Ilya-" Shane moans and starts stroking his cock, plenty of pre-cum to make it a smooth glide. "Fuck I'm cumming,"
"Yes, baby cum on my cock,” he feels Shane tighten around him. “Oh God fuck Shane, “ he says as Shane covers himself in his own cum.
Ilya looks down in awe. Watching Shane cum rain down over his hand and belly. He wanted to have that image projected onto his eyelids forever. Ilya begins speeding up his thrust, chasing after his orgasm.
"I need your cum inside me," Shane says, "Show everyone who I belong to."
"Shane," he grunts, "your hole is so good, so good for me,"
Shane moans at that. Another drop of cum spilling out of his spent cock. "Fill me up," he's starting to feel a little overstimulated, but he wouldn't stop, not for the world. "I want to feel your cum leaking out of me,"
"Shane-"
Shane grabs his husband's pecs, squeezing, "Yes, baby, fill me up."
"Fuck Shane-" Ilya cums deep inside Shane. Shane arches his back as he feels every drop of Ilya's cum fill up his tight hole. He clenches down to fully milk Ilya's cock.
"Thank you, baby," Shane says, kissing Ilya's cheek.
Ilya slows down his thrust as he moves Shane's legs off his shoulder before he falls on top of his husband. "Thank you, baby," he says out of breath. Ilya turns and kisses his husband's freckles. They sit there for a moment just catching their breath and holding each other, Shane rubbing small circles on his back. "I'm gonna pull out and clean off my face," Ilya says, starting to move.
"No," Shane says, pulling him closer, "I want you inside me forever," kissing him. "And I want my load on your face forever," he pulls away for a second, you make eye contact with his husband, "Please,"
Ilya looks at those big brown eyes surrounded by freckles. He could never say 'no' to that face. "Ok, just a couple more minutes,"
"Yay," Shane says, pulling Ilya closer and squeezing tighter. "How's your throat?" Shane asks while continuing to rub circles on Ilya's back.
"Sore," Ilya mumbles into Shane's neck.
"You sound like shit."
"Thank you, you are so kind,"
"You love me,"
"I do," he pauses, "So much." They sit with that for a moment before Ilya asks, "Are you feeling okay?"
"Never better, my love."
...
More than a couple of minutes pass.
Ilya lifts his head off Shane's chest. "Baby, I got to clean this off, it's killing me."
"Fine," Shane says while letting his husband go and crossing his arms, looking over to the side.
"Aww, don't pout, moya lyubov," He reacts, leaning down to grab Shane's lower lip, which is unconsciously jutting out. He leans over to whisper in his ear, "And remember, you have all those pictures to remember this night."
Shane smiles. "You're right!" He reaches for his phone and starts looking at the dirty picture he took earlier in the night, when Ilya pulled out of him. He should be used to the loss by now, but it always feels, well, like a loss.
Shane gets taken out of his feelings of loss when Ilya grabs his ass cheeks and spreads them. "Fuck, I love watching my cum come out of your hole. " Shane looks down and just sees Ilya looking at his hole in awe. “It’s so fucked out and beautiful. You were made to take cock baby,”
Ilya smacks the beautiful ass in front of him and walks towards the en suite bathroom.
All Shane can think about while looking at all the pictures of his husband with his cum all over his face, tears at his water line, and cheeks all red from getting his mouth fucked within an inch of his life is I'm gonna return the favor.
Shane waits for Ilya to come back. Face all clean, sadly. "Alright, let's get you all cleaned up," Ilya says, holding up a wet washcloth.
"Before you do," Shane says, "take a picture of my hole," he pauses, "of your cum leaking out,"
Ilya smiles, already reaching for his phone. "And what if it leaks my love?"
"Even better," Shane says, smirking.
Ilya gets between Shane's legs and starts angling to get the perfect photo. "Spread your legs for me, baby,"
Shane does as he’s told. He also turns his head to the side because he is a bit bashful. "Let me turn on the light," Ilya says while standing up.
"Ilya,"
"I need to show off my baby in the best light. This is gonna be jerk off materials for a very long time," He gets back down between Shane's legs, "Now smile for camera."
Shane smiles and looks directly into the camera, even though he feels the blush forming across his cheeks.
"No one else can have you like this. You understand?” Ilya asked his husband.
"Of course, baby, never,” Shane says sincerely.
Ilya grabs at Shane's ass, trying to spread his hole for more cum to come out. "Ah fuck, my husband is so hot,"
"I was just thinking the same thing,"
"I love you, Shane Hollander. Remember that. Remember I'm yours."
"I love you, Ilya Rozanov. I'm yours."