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“Repeat it again. Please?”
Ilya looks up at Shane, smirking as he lies on his chest. Shane’s fingers twirling the golden curls on his… his whatever’s head. The messy curls are drying softly around his hold.
Ilya repeats himself, slowly.
“Можно я, пожалуйста, отсосу твой член?”
Shane, at his best attempt, tries to repeat what he just heard. He fumbles with the words, laughing at the end of each one. A slight flush creeps onto his cheeks, underneath his constellation of freckles.
Ilya finds it too adorable. He finds himself laughing along with his lover. Maybe he is being mean right now, but he enjoys messing with Shane a little too much. He snickers, pressing a couple of slow kisses onto Shane’s chest, “I will let you, sweetheart.”
“Let me do what?”
“Suck my dick.”
Shane shoves him off his chest, laughing even louder now that he wheezes, “You fucking asshole!”
“You love me!” Ilya screeches out, his body tumbling to the side of the hotel bed, and before he can move back to where he was, Shane is already pouncing on him, landing on his lap, sitting so fucking pretty and looking at him with his sweet doe eyes.
Shane rubs his hands over Ilya’s chest, squeezing his pecks, “What did you just have me say? Well, have me say pretty awfully and embarrassingly bad.”
Ilya reaches up, pressing a gentle kiss on his lover's lips, “You are never bad at anything.”
“Tell me,” Shane whispers into his mouth.
“Can I please suck your dick?”
“Oh, fuck off!”
A few seconds later, and with no hesitation, Shane has Ilya’s dick in his mouth.