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Shane melts into the bed as Ilya tenderly stares down at him. Strong arms cage him under the powerful chest that looms over him as Ilya’s big hands gently roam over his tan skin, tracing over every inch of his body, pressing soft kisses every other second, caressing lightly and embodying so much love into each touch that Shane feels like he's being worshipped. His eyes drift shut, body arching into Ilya’s, relishing in the comforting warmth that acts as a cozy blanket atop him. Ilya pauses over his chest, planting a firm kiss over Shane’s heart before pressing his head against it, arms tightening around the Canadian’s waist.
He blinks hazily, body and mind completely given over to basking in Ilya’s adoration. He threads his fingers through the golden curls, scratching lightly and smiling at the pleased sigh he gets in response. He giggles softly when Ilya leans more heavily against him, pushing his head into the contact, much like a puppy. Slowly, Ilya’s face moves upwards until their noses brush, foreheads finding one another as they lay together in peace, breathing in unison, heart beats in sync.
They’re not having sex; they’re just enjoying each other’s company, cuddling and snuggling and being affectionate with each other. Their gazes lock, and Ilya’s eyes glimmer like jewels, drawing Shane in like a moth to a flame. Body humming with passionate devotion, Shane curls into his husband, tucking his face into Ilya’s neck. His hands slide over the taller’s back, massaging the tense muscles there. Ilya releases a pleased rumble, his body molding down into Shane’s as the other rubs the knots out of his back, loosening them until all that’s left is soft, lush skin and a very sleepy Ottawa captain.
Ilya is like a puddle against him, eyes closed, lashes splayed out against his cheeks as he nestles into Shane. This is Shane’s favorite look on his husband: blissed out, relaxed, at ease. The Russian doesn’t look like this often, only when he’s an in entirely tranquil state of mind, totally placid and serene, completely calm and in a restful place. He only gets this way around Shane.
Shane swallows the lump of pure sunshine like emotion in his throat and holds Ilya closer. Chests melding together, each pressing in just to get the slightest bit closer, arms fastened reverently around other, their holds firm and unyielding like the solemn vows they took on their wedding day. Their breathing matches one another’s, slow and unhurried, as their legs tangle under the sheets. Lips finding and tickling each other with sweet kisses, they’re content to lay there and just be. Gazing loving at one another and holding their beloved close, their eyes express everything that isn’t being said.
It’s warm, and it’s safe, and it’s home.
Ilya looks at him so fondly, so enamored, so open. So incredibly loving.
And Shane knows. He always knows what Ilya means.
I love you.
Sometimes it means more to him than hearing the actual words when Ilya looks at him in this way; silent but no less meaningful. Actions fill in the dialogue. Because true love can be portrayed in any way. You don’t always needs words to know that you are loved.
Shane beams and quietly gazes back at Ilya.
I love you, too.