“Just,” Shane gasped, “being efficient.”
“So good,” Ilya said, punctuating his words with thrusts. “At time. Management.”
“Wanted your dick.”
“You have it. Is it good?”
“Fuck yes. Love it. Harder.”
There was a padded leather bench at the end of Shane’s bed that Ilya was ninety percent sure could hold his weight. He shuffled toward it, dragging Shane with him, then planted one foot on the bench.
“You want it harder?” Ilya asked.
Shane nodded, his eyes glazed and blissed out. Ilya hauled Shane up until only his upper back, shoulders, and head wereon the mattress, then started a steady, ruthless rhythm, driving into Shane hard enough to make them both lose their minds.
“How many days?” Ilya gritted out. “How long has it been?”
“Three, I think? Four? When was the last time we had phone sex?”
“Four days ago,” Ilya answered quickly. He didn’t need to do the math. Heknew. The difference was he’d jerked off at least once a day since. Twice most days.
“Can you come like this?” Ilya asked, becausehesure as fuck was going to.
“Fuck, maybe. You’re so deep. Jesus.”
Ilya wrapped his hand behind Shane’s left knee and bent his leg forward, adjusting the angle of his dick inside him. He gave a few quick thrusts and Shane let out a noise that was almost a sob.
“Right there. Like that. Holy fuck. Let me just...” He wrapped a hand around his own dick and started stroking. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t—”
Ilya never wanted to stop. He jackhammered into Shane, while Shane stared up at him, eyes wide and lips parted as his hand flew over his cock.
“Saved it all for me?” Ilya asked, his voice shaky and strained.
Shane nodded and bit his bottom lip.
“Let me see it,” Ilya commanded.
Shane’s gaze went to the head of his cock. “Fuck.Fuck!I’m going to—ohshit.”
Shane probably realized the same moment that Ilya did that his face was directly in the line of fire. It was a moment too late, if he wanted to do anything about it. His cock spurted ribbon after ribbon of come over his cheeks, chin, and lips. One stripe landed across his eyebrow.
It was all too much for Ilya. He made a last-second decision, pulled out, and gently lowered Shane to the mattress just in time for Ilya to shoot his load all over Shane’s chest.
For a long moment, neither man said anything. They panted together, Ilya looming over Shane on his knees. Shane was absolutely covered in come, which Ilya was sure he’d be grossed out by in about half a second.
“Ugh,” Shane said, half a second later. “I’m a mess.”
“Sorry.”
“Are you kidding? That was hot as fuck. Holy shit.”
Ilya watched Shane’s glistening chest heave as he waited for his own breathing to steady. “You are okay?”
Shane stretched his arms out in a T shape on the mattress. “I’m fucking great.”
Ilya brushed his fingers over Shane’s hole, and Shane jerked his hip off the bed. “Not hurt?” Ilya asked.
Shane exhaled slowly. “Not hurt. Feels nice, actually. You touching me there after.”
