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Ilya closes the bathroom door behind him and walks to the bed where Shane is sitting, reading.
When Ilya reaches the end of the bed, he stands still. When Shane doesn't look up, he sighs as though he has just lost a game to the Admirals. Shane smiles without looking up.
"I saw that," Ilya says.
"Saw what?" Shane asks, still looking down at his book, though he isn't actually reading anymore.
"Come on. Acknowledge me." Ilya groans.
Shane rolls his eyes and lays his book on the bedside table. He is about to reach for his glasses before deciding to leave them on.
"That's right, baby. Keep them on for me."
"You're so needy."
"And you're very beautiful."
Shane can't hide his grin.
Ilya crawls onto the bed until he is hovering above Shane, straddling him with a leg on either side of his hips. He leans down for a kiss. The first peck lands on Shane's nose, and the next lands on his right cheek. Ilya never gets tired of worshipping those freckles.
"Ilya," Shane gasps before turning his head and capturing Ilya's lips with his own.
The kisses deepen until Shane suddenly giggles. Ilya pulls away, confused. Where he expects to meet Shane's eyes, he instead finds himself staring at Shane's fogged-up glasses, completely obscuring them.
"Okay," Ilya smirks.
He removes Shane's glasses and places them on the bedside table.
"Better?" Ilya asks, already leaning in for another kiss.
Before he can get any closer, Shane places a finger against Ilya's lips.
"Is the door locked?" Shane whispers.
Ilya groans. "Look who's needy now."
He gets up, walks to the door, and turns the lock.
"Better?"
"Much better." Shane smiles, that awkward toothy smile that Ilya finds so unbearably cute that he feels as though he could burst from loving the man in front of him. He has felt that way countless times, yet somehow he is still standing.
Ilya lurches forward and falls onto the mattress pulling Shane under him all in one motion. Before Shane can yelp and wake up the whole house, Ilya has already pushed his lips onto his husband’s. Yes his damn husband, whom with he has two perfect kids, god his life is too good to be true. He has learned to appreciate life, his bad days getting further and further apart.
Ilyas kisses redirect down towards shanes neck but not landing there before he has kissed shanes cheek all over leaving with a broad-tounged lick that makes shane giggle and then inhale sharply when ilya suddenly sucks on shanes neck. “Babe, the kids will notice.” Shane breathes, but the tone in his voice is so distant that Ilya knows that shane can’t really bring himself to care. “Let them hear, let everyone hear.” Ilya grumbles and start moving down Shanes body leaving sloppy openmouthed kisses down his chest. As Ilya sucks in Shanes right nipples and then bites down on it softly, Shane whines “Ilya” and hits his hand on the headboard behind him while the other hand goes to toy with Ilyas curls. It has been to long, Ilya thinks. He knows. His husband is obviously deeply deprived. “I will give you everything. You just have to ask.” Ilya says.
Ilya doesn’t stop kissing Shanes chest when he decides to move one hand to Shanes hole. He press down on it lightly with the flat of his thumb and when shane pushes hismself towards him Ilya removes his fingers to let shane suck on them. Shane takes all of ilyas ring and middle finger into his mouth down to the knuckle. He closes his lips around ilyas fingers and swirl his tounge around the weddingring. “Oh my god.” Ilya breathes slowly and mesmerized. Shanes pulls back slightly and starts sucking on Ilyas fingers, eyes closed. “What is it you want sweetheart?” Ilya grumbles. Shane pull back with a slurp “I- i want you”. “No, no, no” Ilya shakes his head “have to be more specific than that.” He bites down on shanes nipple once again and ears another whine. Shane looks directly at Ilya and With a stearn voice he tells him, “I want your fingers. I want to ride them until i come-“ “handsfree?” Ilya interrupts. “Yes handsfree” shane keeps talking- “and then you cock will be so damn hard that you will want to take me, but baby, we dont get the time for this often so you will let me suck your cock, and i will take all of you down my tight throat all while you whisper out our shared lastname.” At this point Ilya cant do nothing more than appreciate his stunning husband who obviously has learned how to play their game correctly. “And then when all of me hurt and i no longer think i can take more you will prove me wrong by ravishing me harder than you have in months. leaving your cum inside me so i will feel it run out when i stand up.” Ilyas mouth is dry, maybe because of the o-shape it has formed into. “Oh you dirty little hockey champion.” Ilya growls and flips a giggling shane around who knows he is getting exactly what he wants. He always does when he asks nicely - and also when he doesn’t.
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When Ilya wakes up the morning after he expects Shane to have already left the bed i favor of a run. Shane is not much for laying in bed all morning and therefore ilya has gotten used to the bed being empty when he wakes - but today the bed is warm, the kind of warmth only his always overheated husband radiates. Ilyas eyes flutter open and is met by the sight of a sleeping shane. The sunlight has only just started to seep through their curtains. Ilya looks at the alarm clock - seven in the morning. Shane let out a soft snore - one that he denies that exists and one that ilya finds extreamly comforting - it is not loud, it never has been, but ilya still likes to tease him about it, not like he is any better. Shanes is laying on his stomach, ilya is on his back, so he desides to pull shane into him so his head can rest on his chest. Shane stirs a little but does not wake up, only cuddles closer hooking a leg around ilyas.
Some time later shane wakes up to Ilya staring at him. “Tired?” Ilya asks grinning. “Shut up” Shanes huffs and hugs ilya tighter. “Are the kids up yet?” Shane asks. “Dont know - probably not.” Ilya has not heard any footsteps and they have usually been sleeping in on sundays since they became teenagers. “That reminds me..- there is something we need to talk about.” Ilya says calmly not wanting to make shane nervous. It does not work.
Shane whips his head up looking at Ilya “about what?”.
“Its about…Ava, she told me last night - she wanna start..ehm…pills.”
“Pills?”
“Contraceptive…birth control..what ever you call it?!”
Shanes eyes has widened and his mouth is agape, “why?”
At this Ilya looks at shane like he is absurdly brain dead “why? Shane- why do you think? She has boyfriend, she is 17. She wants to have sex - preferably without getting baby in her.”
“She is ONLY seventeen.”
“Shane..sweetheart, remember when we where teenagers?”
At that shane groan, because yes he does remember, and it was a time in his life where he felt so much desire and nothing could dull the need for the man now in his bed.
“Hey, i know you dont love that they are getting older, but i know that you love them, and so do i, we need to support her in this. I am happy that she came to talk to me and did not hide.”
“I guess. I want her to be happy and well sex is-..wait, she came to talk to you yesterday?”
Ilyas nods and shrugs.
“And you did not tell me?” Shane asks a little upset.
Ilya sighs, “i did not want to ruin the mood, i knew that yesterday you needed to be railed not distracted. - also…she told me not to tell you.”
“What? Why?”
“She knew you would overreact. But i told her we do not keep secrets, so that i would tell you when you would have time to process.”
“I don’t overreact.” Shane mutters and ilya sends him a sceptical look.
“Yes you do”
“Okay well, tell me about it, what did she say?”
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The day before
Ilya is sat on the couch in the living room, scrolling facebook reels on his phone, when Ava walks in.
“Papa?” She is leaning on the wall
“Yes dear” he aswers without looking up, smiling at his phone.
“Can we talk?” She mutters. Ilyas smile fades and he puts down his phone laying it on the coffee table.
“Sounds serious” he squints his eyes at her trying to guess. “Tell me you’re not pregnant.”
“What!? No!” Ava goes to sit on the couch with her father but keeps a distance, for this exact conversation.
“Then what?” Ilya says amused.
“I was thinking maybe…if it’s okay with you…and dad…i guess….no dont tell dad…” Ava is rarely this nervous, but this is not everyday concersation between her and her parents. She and Ilya has always been tight and she knows she can ask him about this, she just does not know how to go about it.
“Stop, stop - breathe, just tell me”
“I wanna start birth control pills…” Ava says rapidly, looking down in her lap, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
Ilya is quit for a moment then laughs. Ava looks up at him offended and annoyed.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Ofcourse you can start birth control pills.” Ilya says smiling. “As long as it’s something you want, not feel pressure.”
“No i want it.”
“Good…Come here big girl.” Ilya reaches out for her and she gives him a hug, then settles besides her papa, her head resting on his shoulder.
“You know - im glad you told me this.”
A beat of silence then..
“So my kid is having sex, god im old.”
“Hey hey hey, not having, just going to, at some point.”
“You havent done it yet? Jacob has lasted two month of steady relationship without?”
Ava hits her dads chest laughing.
“Youre so stupid, Jacob is great.”
“Yeah he is….and probably jerks off in your shower.”
“Eeew…but yeah, probably.” They are both laughing now. Ava loves that her father is so open to talk about these thing without making it awkward.
“And..we kinda needed to have this talk before..you know…unless you want a pregnant teen in your house.”
“Oh no im not ready to be grandpapi.”
“But, talk is not really nessacery…we keep condoms in bottom drawer in family bathroom you know-”
“Like dad wouldn’t notice - wouldn’t wanna have him knowing when we do it.” Ilya burst out laughing because his daughter is totally right, Shane would notice if a couple condoms started to dissappear, he would probably even notice when the first one was gone.
“Okay, smart girl, you thought about it.”
“Will you please not tell dad, he will freak out.”
Ilya thinks about this and then looks back at his daughter, stern face.
“You know i have to tell him. No secrets.”
Ava groans. “I know” she says. “Will you tell him while i am not there? Please?”
“Yes, i will make sure he is in good mood when i tell him.” Ilya says smiling.
“Your disgusting.”
“I know.”
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Shane knocks on Ava bedroom door, at ten am.
“Come in”
Shane opens the door and finds his daughter sitting in her bed still, covers drawn up over her knees. He walks in and closes the door behind him.
“He told you.” Ava clocks it emidiatly.
“Yeah.” Shane admits. He goes to sit at the foot of her bed.
“So did you freak out?” She asks
Shane huffs, his daughter is so much like his husband sometimes. “Only a little bit.”
“So?”
“I just wanted to tell you that I think it is good that you found someone to trust like this.” Ava doesn’t say anything so he keeps going. “As long as you are safe, and as long as you never do anything you don’t wanna do-“
“I wont.” Ava interupts
“I know honey.” Shane smiles at her. “I am glad you and papa can talk about these things. I know i can be awkward, and yes, i do have a hard time with you and Mika becoming little adults. But i want you to know, that you can always come to me, if you need my advice or my help with anything. I may not be as comfortable as your father and i wont be making jokes, but you can always come to me, eventhough all you may need is a hug.” Shane says honestly.
Ava lurches forward into a hug with her dad. “Thank you.” She whispers. Shane only hugs her closer.