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Shane was tired. Well, that was a bit of an underestimation. Shane was exhausted. He was sure there would never be a time again where he wouldn’t be tired, but he also knew he wouldn’t trade a thing. He had a family now, a husband and a child, something he would always secretly wish for as a teenager but didn’t dare to think would ever happen. His love for hockey had always been very great, and he hadn’t thought he would ever have time for anything else in his life. Until Ilya. And now Mila.
Milana, their perfect little daughter, who was currently screaming at the top of her little but very strong lungs. Her little face was red and blotchy, and Shane was so tired. He had tried everything to get her settled. Nevertheless, she was so beautiful. Her eyes were exactly like his, which Ilya had been thrilled about. Her hair was dark and little curls were starting to appear as she grew older. Not that she was very old, only four months (Still Shane wished time would slow down.)
She also had a deep cupid bow at the center of her upper lip like Ilya did, and Shane, although not at all religious or spiritual, liked to think someone somewhere wanted to give them a baby that had so many features from both of them.
It had been crazy four months. When their adoption agency called them in the middle of the night four months ago, talking about a newborn baby who had been abandoned, they hadn’t even considered not going to see her. They had dressed up, drove to the hospital where their social worker met them, and led them to see the baby. The moment they laid eyes on Mila, it was game over. Ilya had picked her up from the crib, tears in his eyes as he stared at her. Shane had stroked her little cheek, and when Ilya looked at Shane with soft eyes, Shane nodded. And that was it. They had a daughter.
The first month had been chaos. Yuna and David were of course thrilled, and they spent most of their free time with them. Yuna had held Mila in her arms, cooing and telling them it was a miracle how much she looked like Shane. Ilya proudly nodded and told his in-laws their baby was half-Japanese, a DNA-test made on her on the behalf of the agency. And listen, Shane was her mother’s son after all, and so Yuna wasn’t religious either, but she had said it seemed like a destiny for her to become theirs. Shane and Ilya agreed.
And talking about tests, there had been paperwork after paperwork, a lot of documents to sign and go over, medical stuff they needed to do with Mila, but then one night it was all over. The agency had sent Shane an email, a copy of Mila’s birth certificate, where it read:
Name: Milana Yuna Irina Hollander-Rozanova
Parent: Shane Hollander-Rozanov
Parent: Ilya Grigoryevich Hollander-Rozanov.
Shane had burst into tears, and Ilya had rushed to the living room with Mila in his arms, worried before Shane had shown him the document.
“We have a daughter”, Ilya whispered before Shane had grabbed his cheeks and kissed him wetly. “Yes, Ilya. We are officially parents now.”
And so, it had been crazy four months. And Shane was tired. Bone-deep exhausted. He figured if he closed his eyes now, he would fall asleep standing up with Mila in his arms.
“Mon amour, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” "My love, what’s wrong?" Shane murmured softly, stroking Mila’s dark hair as he gently rocked back and forth. Shushing quietly, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry I can’t help you. I’m trying.”
“Moy lyubimyy?” ”My beloved?”
Shane startled at Ilya’s soft voice, turning around to see his husband standing in the doorway. It was obvious he had just woken up, his eyes sleepy and curls sticking up in all directions.
“It’s okay, Ilya. Go back to sleep”, Shane said. Mila’s cries multiplied.
Ilya’s face softened even more before he stepped into the room. A soft touch was placed on Shane’s cheek; a habit Ilya made almost subconsciously every now and then to track Shane’s freckles there.
“You’re exhausted”, Ilya said. His accent was always thicker when he was half asleep. Or horny. Shane wished he could be half asleep right now. Or horny.
“I know”, Shane said but without a bite. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and fall asleep.
“Let me take her. You go sleep”, Ilya continued. Shane shook his head.
“I can manage it.”
“You look like you will fall asleep standing up.”
“I sure feel like it, too.”
Ilya chuckled. He made a grabbing gesture with his hands, and Shane sighed again before gently placing Mila in his arms.
"O privet, Milanochka. Chto ne tak, a?” "Oh hi, Milanochka. What is wrong, eh?" Ilya cooed, placing a kiss on Mila’s forehead.
“I don’t know why she’s crying. I’ve done everything”, Shane sighed, picking up his eyelashes while doing so. “I’ve changed her, I’ve fed her, I’ve tried to sing to her, but nothing seems to help.”
"Pochemu malen'kaya printsessa rasstroyena?” "Why is the little princess upset?" Ilya was still cooing at their daughter, swaying on his feet.
Ilya looked at Shane again. “Go sleep, malysh. I’ve got her.”
Shane wanted to say no. He wanted to help, but he was so tired. Sleep sounded so good right now he didn’t want to argue.
“Thank you, Ilya” Shane whispered, giving Ilya a quick kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now go”, Ilya answered, slapping Shane’s ass as Shane turned around. Shane let out a small yelp, giving Ilya his signature “angry kitten”- look (as Ilya always described it) and saw Ilya grin mischievously. Shane flipped him off, and Ilya let out a laugh at the gesture.
When Shane woke up, he woke up slowly. His limbs were heavy with sleep, and he opened his eyes, squinting as he stretched. The house had quieted down, and he could tell it was early morning by the light that was peeking through the bedroom curtains. He let out a satisfied moan at the stretch. He felt better, more rested. He had managed to get at least a few hours of sleep, then.
“Good morning, malysh”, he heard Ilya say quietly and Shane turned to see Ilya smiling down at him, leaning on his elbow as his hand came to rest on Shane’s chest. Shane smiled.
Ilya looked soft and comfortable. Cute. Handsome. Shane could smell his minty breath and his aftershave, and somehow it made Shane incredibly mushy. Ilya did little things like that without even paying attention to doing them, like brushing his teeth or taking a shower because he knew Shane liked cleanliness.
“Hmm, good morning. Did Mila fall asleep okay?”
“Yep. Turns out she maybe had a stomachache. I ended up changing her twice. Then she fell asleep. You two look identical when sleeping”, Ilya murmured, and Shane shuffled closer to his husband. He put his head on Ilya’s chest, kissing his pec and felt Ilya’s fingers carding through his hair.
“Poor baby, I didn’t know what was wrong with her”, Shane mumbled against Ilya’s chest, guilt churning in his stomach.
“Hey, I didn’t either. I only knew when she blew up her diaper so badly. I thought maybe I need to wake you up because the smell almost made me die”, Ilya said and Shane giggled.
“Oh, my mighty, strong Russian husband.”
Ilya tugged Shane’s hair playfully and snorted “Da, yeah.”
“Have you slept at all since?” Shane continued and closed his eyes at the feeling of Ilya’s nails scratching his scalp.
“Nope. I drank some coffee, took a shower and came here to see you sleep.”
“Pervert”, Shane chuckled. Ilya did too. They fell into a comfortable silence.
Shane felt at peace. It had been a while since he and Ilya had had time to lay like this together. Shane purred, and kissed Ilya’s pec once more. He heard Ilya breathing out laughter.
“Sleepy kitten”, Ilya said and kissed the top of Shane’s head while tugging slightly at his hair. Shane sighed and gave Ilya’s pec a small nibble. A spike of arousal went through him from Ilya’s touch, which he happily accepted. It had been a while.
As Shane’s cock stirred to life, he gently placed his mouth on Ilya’s nipple, licking it. He heard Ilya letting out a small gasp, before both of his hands grabbed his cheeks and they were kissing.
Kissing Ilya had always been one of Shane’s favorite things to do. Ilya kissed like his life depended on it, savoring Shane’s mouth like he was starving, like Shane was giving him the oxygen he needed to breathe.
This was no different. Shane kissed back just as enthusiastically. The kiss turned more heated, as it often did with them, and soon there were hands wandering all over each other’s bodies.
“I missed you”, Shane murmured against Ilya’s lips when he pulled back an inch to take a breath. Ilya hummed.
“Please”, Shane whispered and it spurred Ilya into life. Like a switch.
Ilya pushed Shane onto his back as he blanketed over him, slotting himself between Shane’s parted legs. He rolled his hips against Shane’s, and Shane let out a moan at the feeling. Shane grabbed Ilya’s ass and pushed him against him more.
“Mm, my horny sleepy kitten”, Ilya purred as he nibbled on Shane’s jaw, his neck and collarbones.
“Shut up. It’s- it’s been a while, fuck”, Shane panted, moaning again when Ilya cupped his clothed cock in his hand.
“And what do you want?” Ilya asked, his voice rough and deep with want. It never got old how Ilya sounded when he was horny. Shane almost whined.
“What I need -”, Shane said, taking a fistful of Ilya’s curls and yanking his head up to face him. “- is you to suck me.”
Ilya’s breath stuttered and Shane felt his cock twitch against his where their hips were connected. “Fuck, Shane.”
Shane smirked and connected their lips in a rough kiss, which was more like breathing into each other’s mouths with how breathless and desperate they both felt. Ilya gave Shane’s briefs a hard yank, and Shane wiggled them off. The same happened with Ilya’s.
“I’m not gonna last long”, Shane said and watched as Ilya spat on his hand and then grabbed Shane’s cock. Shane let out a moan, and Ilya kissed his neck in response.
“Don’t worry. Me neither”, Ilya answered and slowly lowered himself on Shane’s body, kissing every freckle he could find. Shane felt static, Ilya’s lips leaving a trail of spit on his body, and he watched as Ilya settled himself between his legs, hooking his giant arms around Shane’s thick thighs.
The sight would always leave Shane breathless. Ilya looked so damn good down there, kissing his inner thighs and leaving marks that only two of them would know were there.
Ilya glanced up, smirked at Shane, and then took Shane into his warm, wet mouth, never breaking eye contact.
It was heaven. It always was. Shane shuddered at the feeling, grabbing Ilya’s curls again to support him. But there was nothing to do except feel and watch as Ilya sucked him off.
Shane could barely contain his moans and whimpers, but he bit into his hand. He knew Ilya loved his sounds, but it seemed like Ilya also understood they would not be able to enjoy this much more if they woke Mila up.
“Fuck, Ilya- that's so fucking good-”
Ilya hummed around his cock, and Shane got goosebumps from it. It felt so fucking good. He twisted his husband’s curls tightly until Ilya let out a groan, which he knew would happen. Ilya doubled his efforts, his tongue working skillfully and on years' experience knowing all of Shane’s weak spots to make him close to the edge so very soon.
And it was no surprise when Shane felt a familiar tug on his lower stomach, as he felt himself getting closer.
“Rozanov, your fucking mouth, fuck-”
He felt Ilya pull off, and Shane was about to fucking whine-
“It’s Hollander-Rozanov.”
Shane moaned loudly, Ilya’s voice was so deep from sucking his cock, and his accent was so thick, and he looked so good- fuck-
And Shane felt his cock twitching, and it was game over. Ilya let out a surprised noise before he grabbed his husband’s cock and jerked him off, until the very last wave of the long, intense orgasm crashed over Shane. Shane slumped against the mattress, groaning in satisfaction as he felt his body relaxing. When he looked down at Ilya, he saw him grinning.
“Shut up”, Shane whined and covered his face behind his arms. “I told you I'm not gonna last.”
“Oh, I know. But you came because I reminded you, we are married.”
Shane groaned and Ilya let out a laugh.
“No, don’t hide. It’s hot,” Ilya said and moved over to Shane’s side. Shane peeked from behind his arms and saw Ilya having the softest smile on his face. His lips were swollen and glistening with spit, and Shane wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
“Ugh, why do you gotta be so fucking hot”, Shane murmured, and before Ilya could do anything Shane kissed him hard. Ilya kissed him back immediately, moaning into his mouth. Shane could distantly taste himself on Ilya’s tongue and like always, even though it was supposed to be a little bit disgusting, it was one of the hottest thing Shane knew.
Shane pulled back, his breath heaving from the amazing orgasm and kissing Ilya senseless. He lifted Ilya’s still cum-covered hand from his cock before placing it on Ilya’s. Ilya groaned, watching between them. Shane smirked and kept his slightly bigger hand on top of Ilya’s and started to move them together.
“Fuck, Shane, your hands”, Ilya moaned out loud. “So big.”
Shane grinned. “Look at me.”
Ilya obeyed. His brows were furrowed and mouth slightly open as he panted. And the thing was, Shane had never been very good at eye contact. It had always made him uncomfortable, but with Ilya it had always felt very natural. So, when Ilya looked at him, Shane leaned over and pressed their lips together.
“Do you want to come? Then you come from my cum as your lube”, he murmured against Ilya’s lips and watched as his husband nodded vigorously.
Shane felt his spent cock twitch helplessly against his thigh at the sight of him. Ilya looked lost in pleasure already. Yeah, it had been a while for him too.
“Fuck, Hollander”, Ilya groaned as Shane picked up the pace, jerking Ilya off as he moved over to kiss and suck on his neck.
“Hollander-Rozanov”, Shane mimicked Ilya’s earlier comment, the words spoken against the shell of Ilya’s ear.
He felt Ilya’s cock twitch almost violently before he felt the first ropes of cum on his hand. Shane whined and turned to look at where their hands were joined. He kept his pace before Ilya’s deep groans turned into pitiful whines, and Shane stopped his movements.
Then he started to laugh.
“Fuck you”, Ilya groaned and turned to rest his forehead on Shane’s chest. Shane continued to giggle and gave Ilya’s cock -and hand- a small tug.
“Ow, asshole”, Ilya breathed out before giggling himself.
“You’re stealing my lines, Mr. Hollander-Rozanov," Shane said and kissed the top of his husband’s head. “Now who’s to talk about me coming to us being married?”
He felt Ilya biting into his pec and yelped. He swatted Ilya on his shoulder softly with his free hand.
“I said it’s hot”, he heard Ilya mumble. Shane chuckled and watched peacefully at this relaxed, post-orgasm Ilya that had become so familiar to him over the years.
“It is. And now this husband of yours really wants to shower because he feels gross and needs to prep himself so his hot husband can fuck him stupid later.”
Ilya growled before attacking Shane’s lips in a possessive kiss. They broke apart, both of their lips swollen and glistening, but the look Ilya gave him was the same soft look Ilya had always had for him. It never got old, fuck.
Ilya leaned over again and placed small, soft kisses on his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
After the shower (which turned out to be a little longer than Shane had expected) Shane felt relaxed and fresh. It was a little past 8 am, which meant Mila would be waking up soon, and Shane smiled to himself as he walked towards Mila’s bedroom. When he entered, he saw Mila stirring up slowly in her crib.
“Hey baby”, Shane said softly as Mila opened her eyes and stared at Shane. Shane carefully picked her up and unwrapped her from her nightly swaddle. Mila stretched her arms and Shane felt his heart bursting from the love he felt towards this tiny creature.
“Oh, biiiig stretch”, Shane softly grinned. He placed her on the changing table and began to change her diaper. Mila was staring at the ceiling with her wide, brown eyes.
“Oh, you’re getting a bit rash down here. Here, let’s put some cream on you, darling”, Shane continued to talk, a habit he had developed after they got Mila.
When they had decided to contact the adoption agency, Shane had bought probably every parenting book there was. Ilya had been amused but mostly just fond when Shane had explained he wanted to do everything right. “We will make mistakes, moy pomidor”, Ilya had said, and Shane had given Ilya his signature glare that shut him up.
Now Shane was humming quietly while he was finishing up; a Russian song Ilya usually sang to their daughter. Mila let out a gurgle, and Shane smiled. “Yeah, that’s papa’s song. Let’s go and see him, huh?”
Shane picked her up and placed her on his chest, feeling Mila’s soft cheek against his collarbone. Shane wasn’t sure he had ever felt mushier than becoming a dad had made him to be.
When they reached the kitchen, the familiar smell of coffee hit Shane’s nose, and he saw Ilya warming up Mila’s bottle.
"Ah, dobroye utro moya malyshka""Good morning my little girl,", Ilya cooed as Shane approached him. “And a very good morning to you, moy pomodor”, Ilya winked at Shane, and Shane felt himself blush. Jesus Christ, they had just gotten off together twice, and Ilya still managed to make him blush just from winking.
Shane just shook his head fondly and Ilya stepped forwards to take Mila from Shane’s arms, but before he did that, he slapped Shane’s ass and gave his blushing cheek a loud kiss.
“Ilya!” Shane hissed but giggled out loud.
Ilya pretended not to have heard him and skillfully moved Mila to rest on his arm as he placed the bottle to feed her. Mila happily accepted the bottle and started suckling greedily.
“Definitely your little girl”, Shane chuckled. The moment he said it, he could practically hear Ilya’s thoughts. Ilya already opened his mouth to answer, but-
“Ilya, no! Not in front of our child! I meant that the way she loves to eat- wait, no. Ugh, just. Keep your mouth shut.”
Ilya just let out a loud laugh, the one that made his whole face shine like the sun and eyes crinkling at the corners. “Shame. But yes. Needs to be big and strong like her daddies, da, malyshka?” Ilya turned to look at their daughter again.
Shane simply stared at the two of them, completely in awe that this was his life now. He had a husband and a daughter, and he was so happy he could burst.
So yeah, Shane was and was going to be exhausted, probably for the rest of his life, but he would happily be that if this was the thing he got to keep in exchange for that.
