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Somehow, this had all started with a “you can’t tell anyone about this.”
That was how most of their early interactions had gone, of course, but now that they were both out, very little had been left to themselves. If it wasn’t confirmed by the two, it was a rumor, and half of those were counted as fact anyway. So, Shane had only a few secrets left.
It was, however, no secret that he wanted to be fucked way past his breaking point. Possibly by multiple guys in a row.
Ilya knew it, now that Shane had dropped it randomly one night. Shane knew it. There was no hiding how desperate he was. Every night (because it was every night, luckily Ilya was good at keeping up) never felt like enough. Not that Ilya wasn’t enough, but Shane just wanted more. So much more.
“I have surprise for you,” Ilya told him one afternoon.
“A surprise,” Shane echoed, lip twitching up into a smile.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
Ilya stared at him blankly, gesturing with a hand in the air. “It’s surprise. You don’t get to know.”
So, he let Ilya drag him to a hotel later that night with no idea what was in store for him.
Not that he minded.
They checked in. Shane was not told to bring anything but himself. Their room had a king sized bed and soft lighting, the curtains open and the air warm. Shane, holding Ilya’s hand, turned to him with a troublemaking smile on his face, stepping closer to the other. “We always end up in a hotel room eventually, don’t we?” he murmured.
Ilya set his hands on Shane’s waist and pushed him against the closed door, grinning. “I like hotel rooms. They are made for trouble.”
“What kind of trouble are you hoping for tonight?” Shane melted into his touch, letting Ilya’s fingers squeeze his skin. He tipped his chin up, just a little, as he felt the other’s lips graze over his neck.
“Still a surprise,” Ilya told him, a hand slipping under Shane’s shirt. His warm touch trailed up his stomach and to his chest, gently groping it as he pressed kisses to the other’s neck. Shane tried to push his body against Ilya’s and was immediately shoved back against the door. He clawed at Ilya’s shirt and tried to pull it over the other’s head, desperate to feel every inch of his skin, to see his beautiful, sculpted chest. Ilya refused to budge, nipping at Shane’s neck as some sort of warning.
“On the bed,” Ilya commanded, even though he was the one keeping Shane against the door. Eventually they shifted, Shane turning and then walking backwards as Ilya pushed him towards the bed. He let himself fall onto it, Ilya coming with, straddling Shane’s lap as his lips trailed up his jaw and to Shane’s mouth. It was easy to let Ilya take control, to let his lips fall open. He wanted this. He wanted Ilya so badly.
“Against the headboard,” he was told, and he obeyed.
Ilya had brought a bag. Shane did not think much of the bag. But from the bag, Ilya produced a soft-looking rope and a bottle of lube. Shane, as obedient as he was (and knowing that this would get there faster if he listened, as much as he wanted to be a bit of brat about the entire thing) pulled off his shirt and put his hands above his head. Ilya smiled and took them, carefully tying them against a slat in the headboard.
“Good,” Ilya said simply, which made Shane squirm against the rope slightly. He was mostly just checking to see how much movement he had available. It was not much.
Ilya hovered above him, staring down at Shane. He almost looked nervous, but that made no sense. “Listen to me,” he said, and it was almost so dire that Shane got distracted from how horny he was.
“I’m listening.”
“Here is what will happen. There are four men who are waiting outside. They are going to fuck you, under my watch and direction. You will let them, and you will not come. When they are done, then I get to fuck you. Then you may do what you like.”
Shane stared at him. He blinked. He tried to sit up a little more. “Four?” was the best he could manage.
Ilya nodded. “Four.”
There was some sort of feeling that immediately rooted itself deep in Shane’s stomach. He swallowed thickly and glanced towards the door. “But you’ll be here the whole time, right? You won’t leave me?”
“I will be right here.”
“Do I know any of them?”
“No. They have signed NDA. No one will know.”
Shane swallowed again and cracked a smile. “So I’m that obvious, huh?”
“You like being fucked. I will let you be fucked.”
It was decided. Maybe there could have been more conversation, but all Shane could think of was the concept that Ilya would be there with him, and at the end, he would be rewarded with his favorite treat. The entire thing was starting to make his ears burn. Ilya would be right there, watching, as he was fucked by four guys. Ilya moved to climb off the bed, and Shane let out a noise. “Wait.”
Ilya turned.
“I want you to undress me,” he said.
“You are so needy, Hollander.”
Still, Ilya came back and pressed a kiss to Shane’s lips, undoing the other’s belt as he did so. They kissed until Shane was completely nude, and then Ilya’s lips trailed down to his chest. Shane tipped his head back and pulled against the ropes keeping him tied, spreading his legs open.
“We are keeping them waiting,” Ilya scolded, suddenly climbing off the bed with a soft tsk.
“Right. Yeah. Shouldn’t keep them waiting.”
He couldn’t help but wonder who Ilya had picked out for him. He sat up against the headboard, his breath caught in his throat as the other pulled a chair closer to the bed. Ilya slowly unbuttoned his shirt, eyeing Shane as he did so, and Shane watched hungrily.
“Now who’s keeping them waiting?” he teased.
“I can do what I want.”
Shane watched Ilya walk to the door. He was nervous, of course, but more than that he was excited. Four sounded like a lot. And sure, they’d had nights where they went for a few rounds, but it was nothing Shane couldn’t handle. But this? This was meant to break him. He could tell.
And his fucked up, horny self was excited.
Ilya opened the door and talked in a low voice to whoever was there. Shane stared and waited rather impatiently. He squirmed. This was taking too long.
Ilya stepped back and opened the door the rest of the way. The man who entered with him was slightly taller than him and a bit thinner, with less muscle on his body than Ilya had. Ilya took his spot in the chair by the bed and gestured at Shane. “Undress and fuck him.”
Shane laid on the bed helplessly, watching as the man pulled off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pants and then climbed onto the bed, hands faltering. He was rather nice looking, with sharp cheekbones and slightly curly hair that was very Ilya-like.
“Hi,” Shane said, and his voice came out way more desperate than he’d been hoping.
The man glanced at Ilya, who nodded. “Hi,” he replied, a hand resting on the bed on either side of Shane’s head as he hovered over the other.
“I said fuck him,” Ilya repeated.
Shane was shaking slightly from the anticipation, nodding. “Go ahead.”
The man took the bottle of lube off the nightstand and rubbed it onto his cock, which was nowhere near as sizable as Ilya’s. Shane lifted his knees to his chest and spread his legs, glancing over at Ilya, who was watching intently. There was a hungry, writhing pit in his stomach. He just needed relief.
The man slowly slid his tip in, and Shane squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He let out a quiet moan and nodded. “More,” he pleaded, pulling at his restraints. He had such a tendency to reach for Ilya during moments like these, to help coax the other’s hips closer to him. Right now he was completely helpless, though, left to use his words for what he wanted.
He got what he asked for, though. The man thrusted into him, and Shane moaned out in delight. He loved being full, and he was realizing it didn’t particularly matter who was doing the filling. Knees to his chest, he let himself be fucked rather slowly.
“Go faster,” Ilya said from his chair. “Do not go gentle on him.”
Shane gasped as he was thrust into harder. He tipped his head back, letting his back arch up off the bed as he relished the experience. He would spare a glance at Ilya now and then, if his eyes weren’t closed, or if he wasn’t watching the man above him. He looked rather focused and was careful not to make too much noise, it seemed. After a minute, he started to really slam his cock into Shane, grunting with the effort.
He didn’t seem to last long. The man, after a while, quickly pulled out and let out a moan, clutching his cock to try and catch his cum. Ilya stood up.
“Out, out.” He gestured, shooing the man towards the door. “You are done, no more.”
Shane breathed heavily as he let his legs relax some, chest rising and falling quickly. He gazed at Ilya and let out a low whine. “More,” he said. “I want more.”
Ilya had never gone to the door faster in his life. “Go,” he commanded. “Next. Now.”
The next man hurried in. He was shorter and a bit more broad.
“Strip. You are keeping him waiting.”
Shane squirmed and tried to keep himself together, his chest burning with desire. “Please,” he said, as calmly as he could.
The next man was bigger. He filled Shane rather nicely, satisfying his want to be full. He seemed to be stronger than the previous man, grasping Shane’s shoulders and slamming into him without much hesitation. Shane let out loud, high-pitched moans, squirming against the sheets. He tried to keep his focus on the man on top of him, studying his handsome face and trying to gaze into his eyes. He kept getting distracted, though, especially when he felt his knees be pushed up even more against his chest.
“Fuck,” he managed, chest heaving with every breath as he felt himself be pounded into the bed. “Fuck, oh my God–”
His body was starting to burn, cock throbbing and his muscles demanding for him to slow down. He had no choice, though, hands tied above his head as he was roughly fucked. This guy lasted much longer. Shane felt hands go to his chest, and he leaned into the familiarity.
“Not there,” Ilya commanded. “Those are mine.”
The hands were moved back to Shane’s shoulders.
“Do not stop,” Ilya continued, and Shane managed a glance over in his direction. He had a hand in his pants, stroking himself as he watched. Shane’s gaze returned to the ceiling, eyes trying to close at every opportunity. He let out whines and whimpers, attempting to catch glimpses of Ilya and the man above him when he could. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, he heard Ilya get up. The man paused, but then was told to continue, so he did. Shane barely registered that the door opened, he was too busy trying to keep himself together.
He felt the second guy pull out of him, and he took a second to breathe, letting out a low whine. He didn’t have to wait long. Ilya had already let in the next guy, who was in the middle of getting undressed.
“Ilya,” he whined. “More. Please. I need more. I want more.”
“You heard him.” Ilya put a hand on the other guy’s arm and nudged him towards the bed. “Get to work.”
Shane watched Ilya settle back in his chair before he felt the next man’s tip push against his hole. He nodded, pulling at the ropes keeping his hands tied. “Please,” he begged, squirming impatiently. He spread his legs wider. He did everything he could to look more fuckable, just to get a dick inside of him faster. When he was rewarded he moaned out and nodded, clutching onto the headboard slat so hard he was sure his knuckles were turning white. “Fuck!”
His body was starting to protest by the end of the third guy. He could feel his eyes burning with unshed tears, his legs unhappy about their crunched up position. Everything burned, actually. He loved it, in a way, begging for more and letting out groans. It didn’t even matter what guy he was on at this point. He could barely keep track. He just laid there and took it, because that’s all he could do, and that’s all he wanted to do. Ilya got up again and Shane barely noticed, too wrapped up in getting fucked for the third time. He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, begging for more.
He barely registered the fourth guy once they got there. Again, it was hard to keep track. He was practically babbling at this point, pulling at his restraints and writhing on the bed. He kept calling Ilya’s name as if that would help, as if it would bring him to the climax he so desperately wanted. He was starting to get frustrated, the tears that were pricking at his eyes now falling down his face. All he wanted was to cum. That was all he needed.
“Ilya, please,” he moaned out. “Fuck– Fuck, it’s too much, I can’t– I can’t–”
“Yes you can.”
“Fuck!”
It was about all he could manage at this point. Whoever was on top of him was doing a wonderful job, but there was some sort of mental block that was keeping him from the climax he was longing for. He clawed at the headboard and squirmed uselessly. The tears kept flowing, and he felt like he was drowning in them, his moans sometimes turning into little choked sobs.
Then it stopped.
“Out,” Ilya said harshly, and Shane felt the bed shift. He panted. He waited for something. He wasn’t even sure what.
The door closed.
“You look good, getting fucked by other guys.”
Shane sniffled and tried to use his arm to wipe his face. “Ilya. Please.”
He watched Ilya slowly take off his pants and then slide off his boxers.
“Please.”
Ilya climbed onto the bed, setting his hands on Shane’s chest. “You are crying.”
“No I’m not.”
“There are tears. In your eyes.”
Shane broke, trying to get his hands out of the rope, rolling his hips up uselessly. “Ilya, please, I’m–” He got a little choked up again, which only frustrated him more.
“Tell me what you want,” Ilya said softly.
“I want you. I want you to fuck me, to make me cum, I want all of–”
He didn’t even finish the full thought before Ilya shoved his knees back up to his chest and pushed inside of him with very little care. It was just like Shane wanted– Immediate and there, no bullshit, no waiting. Ilya’s hands on his chest, cock inside of him, mumbling to him about how pretty he looked– Shane shook his head and tensed up.
“Fuck– Fuck, Ilya, I’m–” His throat closed up from the effort of talking as he felt the burning sensation deep in his stomach. The familiarity of it all, that perfect puzzle piece, made the mental block completely melt away. He cried out as he came, trying to say Ilya’s name and failing. The immediate relief washed over him like a loving wave, and he let himself start to cry again from the feeling.
“I am not done with you,” Ilya said, thrusting his hips forward. “At least you got to be fucked. I had to watch.”
Shane whined, his breath shaky as he tried to form words. He ultimately failed, stuttering and stammering and ending up saying nothing. Instead he just moaned uselessly and cried more than he thought possible. Ilya fucked him for longer than he expected, and Shane let his chest be groped as he was pounded into the sheets. Sometimes he managed out a small “please” but it was rare.
Ilya mumbled a lot of nothing to him, mostly about how good he looked and how well he was taking this. “Fuck, Shane,” he breathed out, leaning down to kiss the other’s forehead. “You’re going to make me cum.”
Shane simply nodded. Yes. That was what he wanted. Yes.
Ilya got the idea.
When they were done, Ilya peppered Shane’s face with close to a million kisses, praising him softly as he panted. He untied Shane’s hands, and Shane immediately hugged onto Ilya.
“Did you like?” Ilya asked.
Shane let out a laugh despite himself. “God. What do you think?”
“I think yes.”
He hit Ilya lightly on the arm. “No shit. Fuck.”
“You look good when you cry. But, you are okay?”
“Yeah. I’m good. Just… Fuck.”
Ilya gave him a soft kiss.
“Fuck indeed.”