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Ilya, Shane, and Hayden's second season was coming up soon, and as expected, their last season was a hit. Ilya was the team captain, which while Shane definitely complained, he understood the decision.
They'd all clicked so well with the team, and they'd actually managed to get Ottawa into the playoffs for the first time in years, arguably having lost round one, but it was still a massive achievement for them.
Shane fiddled with the hem of his suit jacket, checking himself over in the mirror for the billionth time. "You look fine, I promise." Shane still let out an anxious huff and went to redo his tie at least the tenth time in the hour. "Shane." Rose took both of his hands and pulled them away from his now undone tie. "Take a breath."
Shane looked at her, and she pulled him to face her. "Sorry." Shane took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. "Don't apologize, it's okay to be anxious. I just don't need you having a meltdown in front of the guests."
Rose kissed one of his hands with a smile, "This is your day." She let go of his hands and moved to redo his tie, and Shane took another deep breath. "I'm just worried I'll mess up the vows." She shook her head, "Your teacher said you're nearly fluent now, yeah? You won't mess it up." Rose expertly made his tie, slapping Shane's hand away when he went to try and redo it. "Don't mess with it."
Hayden walked into Shane's dressing room next, wearing a nearly matching suit aside from a blue tie. Ilya and Shane had decided on the colors blue and yellow, because even though they don't play Boston or Montréal anymore, they were a massive part of their relationship. "How are we doing? The walk starts in a few minutes."
Shane took a shaky breath and nodded, messing with his jacket one last time. "Yeah, yeah..." One more deep breath with a nod, "I'm ready." Hayden wanted to give Shane a hug beforehand, but with the look that Rose gave him, he knew that Shane was worrying about his outfit being perfect.
His entire group had lined up and waited for the music to start, Shane giving a nervous smile to his dad who was holding his arm. "You'll be okay." He whispered to him as the music started, hand placed over Shane's and giving it a light squeeze. "I know." Shane didn't say anything more, watching each couple from his and Ilya's group walking up, Hayden being the last with Svetlana as the Maid of Honor and Best Man.
Shane took one last deep breath before he walked into view of the crowd. The entire team was there, his entire family was their, and their friends were there. It wasn't the biggest crowd, but it was an important one. Shane's eyes looked over everyone who had been standing and smiling at him, and his eyes landed on his mom who was already crying happily.
And then he saw him, Shane's eyes landed on Ilya who was already standing at the altar. He was wearing a suit just like his own, and it was fitted so perfectly to his body. Shane had to swallow hard when tears filled his eyes, seeing how the sun hit his face so perfectly, making the gold in the dark curls of his hair a little more visible. He could see the tears that started forming in Ilya's eyes when their eyes met, making his grey-ish blue eyes shine just a little brighter.
Ilya brought his hand up to swipe away a tear that broke free, and before Shane even realized, his dad was giving him a hug and he was stepping up to join Ilya at the altar. "Hi." He said softly, and Ilya couldn't help but smile, "Hey. You look pretty." Shane felt a blush start crawling up his face, realizing that nothing else in the world mattered to him in the moment than the man in front of him.
"I'm not even wearing makeup." Shane's eyes flicked down to follow the single tear that went down Ilya's cheek, reaching out and swiping it with his thumb. "You are still very pretty." The officiant cleared her throat and finally began the proper ceremony, and if Shane was being honest, he hadn't been paying attention to her.
He only looked at her when she brought up the vows, "Now from my understanding, you have both written your vows. Ilya Rozanov, would you like to read yours first?" Shane's eyes watched as Ilya's adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed, nodding while he took a piece of paper out of his pocket with a deep breath.
"Shane, if you said that ten years ago we would be standing here together getting married, I would have laughed in your face. We were rivals for longer than we were lovers." Shane cringed at the word, which seemed to be the reaction that Ilya wanted because he let out a shaky laugh. His words were wavering and the tears were rolling down his cheeks in earnest now. "You made hockey so much better for me, as rivals, as friends, as my partner, and you made me work harder than ever. I am so happy that I got to be your rival. Ya tebya lyublyu."
Shane let out a shaky laugh of his own as he tried to swipe away the tears that filled his own eyes, having to resist the urge to pull him into a kiss right then and there. The officiant gave Ilya a soft smile as he put the paper back into his pocket, and then she was turning to Shane. "Now, Shane Hollander, would you like to read your vows now?"
Shane swallowed as well, turning to look at Hayden and Rose who stood beside each other. They smiled and gave him a thumbs up, and he nodded with a shaky breath, "Yeah, yes." He didn't pull out a paper, having read it so many times that it was memorized.
With one final breath, he started speaking in Russian with a perfect accent. "Ilya, I have heard you tell me that english was hard for you sometimes for years now, hearing how hard you have tried to work on being better at it for me." Ilya's mouth fell open ever so slightly, and while he wasn't looking at Svetlana, he knew she was just as shocked. "So I have spent the last year and three months taking Russian lessons for you, because I want to be able to understand and love you in both languages."
Ilya brought a hand up to his mouth, the tears falling even harder and Shane could hear how he sniffled in an attempt to stifle a sob. "Only two years ago did I finally tell you that I loved you, but I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you at the International Prospect Cup. Meeting you changed my life in ways that I didn't even realize was possible, and even though this doesn't even measure to everything you have done for me, I wanted to show you just how much I love you." Shane swallowed hard as he held a shaky smile on his face, "Ilya Rozanov, I love you so much, and when I said I would live for you I meant it. I would live for you, I would die for you, I would sacrifice everything for you. If I had to burn the world around us down to be yours, I would. Nothing I could say right now could measure up to how much love I have for you. I love you so much."
The silence that followed felt so comfortable, and a sob mixed with a laugh was forced out of Shane. "You learned Russian for me?" Ilya asked quietly in russian, "I would learn anything for you." Ilya held his hands out and Shane immediately grabbed them, both of them not even trying to hide their tears at this point.
The world around them sounded far, repeating what the officiant asked them to. They didn't really hear her, not until she was saying the final part. "Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss your grooms!"
Shane didn't even get a second to breath before Ilya was pulling him into a deep kiss. His hand found the back of Shane's hair, holding him close as Shane finally kissed him back with the same intensity. Nothing in the world mattered around them in this moment, it was only the two of them in the entire universe.
The kiss was broken after god knows how long, and they turned to face the crowd. They went to raise their hands up but stopped half way and Ilya was digging in his pocket. "Heads or tails?" He whisper yelled so the crowd could hear him.
Shane let out a soft laugh, this moment having been planned since they started talking about the wedding. "Heads." Ilya flipped the coin in the air, grabbed it, then placed it flag over their still together hands. He was hesitant to reveal what they got, but his hand moved away to show the coin landed on heads.
Ilya gave a dramatic show of cursing in Russian, before looking at the officiant and nodding his head toward Shane. Shane let out a giddy laugh, it feeling the exact same as when he'd beat Boston years ago. The crowd was also letting out laughs of their own at the show, and they were greatful the moment played well with them. He took the coin and put it in his own pocket, and they raised their hands again. "Ilya and Shane Hollander-Rozanov!" Everyone stood the second it was said, cheering and clapping as they went back down the isle to head into the room and sign the legal papers.
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The reception had immediately started off well everyone having fun and drinking thanks to Ilya deciding on an open bar. There was so much love in the air that the newlywed couple felt like they were floating, at least until the speeches began. First Shane's parents spoke together, welcoming Ilya into the family and then making a couple jokes about them as a couple and him as a person.
It was so nice, and Shane couldn't help but bring their intertwined hands up and kiss Ilya's knuckles. Svetlana and Hayden also gave their speeches, and soon enough the music was turned back up and everyone was dancing and having fun.
Shane was enjoying the people watching he and Shane had been doing, at least until the DJ they'd hired came onto the microphone. "Now then, if we can get the dance floor clear, we are going to be doing the first dance for our newlyweds!" Shane's eyes widened as Ilya pulled them both up from their seats, "Wait- we didn't pick a song?" Ilya let out a soft laugh, guiding them both out to the dance floor. "No, I did, you have terrible taste."
Shane's arms instinctively wrapped around Ilya's neck while both of Ilya's hands found his waist. The song started up, and Shane definitely recognized it at first, trying to figure out what it was. All he needed was to hear her voice though. "Is this fucking Diamonds by Rihanna?" He whisper shouted at Ilya, immediately getting a laugh from him as they started swaying back and forth to the music.
It was the first song in that playlist Ilya had made for him years ago, the playlist that he'd started listening to every time he worked out. Shane couldn't help but laugh at how corny it was, "I didn't think you remembered making that for me." He properly whispered this time. "You have a habit of humming the words while we workout."
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This was the moment that the two of them were excited the most about, getting home after the wedding. They'd barely made it through the front door and into their house before their lips were on each other. They desperately grabbed at each other's jackets, tugging them off and soon enough their button ups and ties as well.
Ilya bent down and picked the ties back up the second they'd fallen to the floor though, standing back up and holding them as he continued to nip and bite at Shane's lips. He was able to guide them both to their bedroom with minimal issues, them both undoing their belts as they did.
The second they were in the room, they were stripping the last of their clothing off. It wasn't long until Ilya was shoving Shane onto the bed and straddling his stomach, ignoring the desperate whines for him to kiss him again as he started using one of the ties to bind Shane's wrists together and to the bed frame.
Using the other tie, he wrapped it around his head and made a makeshift gag with it. He would've preferred making a blindfold out of it, but he knew Shane wanted to see him tonight. "You want me to be rough, sweetheart?" He asked while looking down at Shane, already seeing that love drunk look on his face.
Shane nodded quickly and made a desperate noise, and Ilya slid back and nestled between his legs. As expected, he saw a gold plug inside of him, groaning as he toyed with it a little. "Can't believe you kept this in for practically the whole reception."
Ilya gave it a small tug and Shane let out a soft noise, and then Ilya was reaching for the bedside table and grabbing the bottle of lube. He was quick to get settled again, reaching for the plug and toying with it again. He tested the resistance, pulling at it a couple times before he actually pulled it out.
Shane let out a soft gasp when he did, and Ilya tossed it aside while clicking open the bottle of lube. Shane's eyes stayed trained on Ilya's cock as he watched him pour lube in his hand and stroke himself several slow times. He had to force himself to swallow from the amount of spit forming in his mouth and Ilya cooed at him with a smile.
Shane's eyes flicked up to meet Ilya's gaze, and then back down when a single finger ran along his cock. A shiver ran up his spine from the touch with a desperate noise forcing its way out. "You want me that bad? You are already leaking." The finger stopped at he head of his cock, showing where it was already dripping with precum. "Please sir.." Shane pleaded, it coming out muffled from his gag.
Ilya simply gave him a condescending laugh, which made his cock kick a single time. And then Ilya was graciously lining himself up with his ass, pushing inside seconds later. A low moan was pulled out of Shane and his eyes rolled back, feeling Ilya slowly fill him with his cock. He loved this, loved him, loved when he treated him like this.
Over the year Ilya and Shane had gotten far more comfortable with kink and bdsm in the bedroom, and it had gotten to the point that they more often included it than didn't. Ilya loved seeing how Shane would react to it all. And now for the first time ever, he was seeing how his husband would react to it all.
Ilya immediately leaned down and pulled their lips back together, kissing him rough but not desperately over the now spit soaked tie. And before Shane could even try to deepen the kiss, he was breaking it and moving down to mouth at his neck instead.
He set a medium and unhurried pace, but had still made sure to angle his hips so his cock would bump into Shane's prostate with each thrust. The moans came quickly, and Ilya didn't change a single thing he was doing. He sucked a deep bruise onto his neck, knowing fully well he couldn't and wouldn't cover it up. Shane wore them with pride now, not caring who saw them because he knew they were from Ilya.
It surprised Shane when one of Ilya's hands came up to untie the gag and toss it aside. "Wh-What?" He asked with a moan following right after, Ilya not answering till he happily bit and sucked another mark onto his neck. "No english." He said before immediately switching over to russian, "I want to hear you talk to me like this." There was that desperation that Shane thought had disappeared.
It took Shane a couple moments to get his thoughts in line enough, but then he was switching over to Russian as well. "You d-on't want me to speak english?" Ilya nodded before moving back up and pulling him back into another kiss, "Yes, your accent is so sexy. Is that how you feel hearing mine all the time?"
Shane's eyes rolled back again when he started picking up a pace, "Yes. Yes, I love your accent so much, sir. I never want it to go away." Ilya deepened the kiss with a low groan, because fuck hearing Shane so easily speak Russian turned him on so much.
One of Ilya's hands tangled tightly into Shane's hair and deepened the kiss further, swallowing his moans as his thrusts grew harder and faster. His desperation was right on the surface for all to see now, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment forever with Shane.
It surprised the both of them when only a few seconds later Ilya was gasping and choking out a moan as he came deep inside of him. His hand tightening almost painfully in Shane's hair. Eventually Ilya came down from his high with a shaky breath, and Shane just looked at him when Ilya broke the kiss.
And then Shane was laughing, and the laughter only grew harder when Ilya had a soft blush forming on his cheeks. "Did me using Russian really get you that worked up?" He asked between laughs, still not switching back to english. Ilya just smacked his thigh and pulled out of him with a slightly wounded noise from his laughter.
"You have no idea how many times I've jerked off to the idea of you using Russian while I fucked you." He shamelessly admitted, sliding down to the edge of the bed and pressed a kiss to Shane's inner thigh. "I could make you cum just as fast. Want to watch?"
The most Shane was able to process was the smirk that Ilya gave him before he was swallowing his cock in one move. Shane gasped and his back arched, and Ilya immediately set a fast and challenging speed.
"Oh- holy shit Ilya!" He choked out, eyes rolling back as his hands tugged hard on his bindings. Ilya never played around when it came to a competition, especially when it came to hockey and the bedroom. Ilya swallowed his cock with ease, hollowing out his cheeks and-
"Fuck yes- yes- please sir! Please!" Shane was cumming hard and Ilya was greedily swallowing every drop of his cum as his head kept moving. He worked Shane through his orgasm happily, only pulling off when his entire body relaxed.
Ilya gave him a teasing laugh, "Told you." He hummed with a smile, kissing his way up his stomach before kissing him deep and hard. Shane could taste himself on Ilya's tongue, groaning into Ilya's mouth as his hands got untied from their bindings. "Asshole." Shane mumbled against Ilya's lips, unable to hide the massive smile on his own. That seemed to get Ilya to be smiling back, not breaking the kiss as he spoke. "Mmm, I know you like it."
Ilya finally broke the kiss and went to climb off of the bed, walking over to the mini fridge he insisted they got for the room. Opening it up, Ilya grabbed two bottles of water and a container of strawberries before returning to the bed and climbing into the bed beside him. "Drink." He shoved the bottle into Shane's hand as he opened the container of strawberries, having taken the liberty to take off all the stems when he'd bought them.
He knew Shane didn't like having to eat around them, and they were the most common aftercare snack that Ilya got them both. Shane never thanked him specifically when he'd started doing it, but whenever he saw it he couldn't help but whisper a quiet 'I love you.' to him every time. "Shower after?" He hummed as he drank a fourth of the bottle, not bothering to switch back to english, enjoying the reaction he'd gotten from Ilya when he spoke Russian finally. "Definitely. I'll change the sheets while you set it up?" Ilya took a strawberry and popped it into his mouth. Shane smiled with a nod, he loved this man so much.