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He loved him.
So, so, much.
Shane was on the sofa with Ilya laying his head on Shane's lap. He stroked Ilya's hair and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"Have I told you that your kisses are so elegant?" Ilya softly said, looking up at Shane.
He laughed, "A thousand times."
Ilya lifted his head off of Shane's lap and sat next to him on the sofa. He wrapped his arms around Shane's neck and gave them sweet kisses.
Shane loved them. Ilya's kisses were as soft as Shane's was elegant.
But then he noticed something on one of Ilya's fingers.
Shane gently took Ilya's right hand off of his neck and pulled it closer to his eyes so he could examine it further. He had his glasses in another room but he could still recognise what was on Ilya's finger.
A sting.
"Hollander, what are you doing?" Ilya dryly asks. They were boyfriend and boyfriend now, there was no reason to call each other by their surnames anymore.
But it was hot.
If he told Ilya that then he'll never ever stop calling him Hollander, ever.
"Rozanov," He said under his breath with a cheeky smirk, "You have a sting here."
"What are you, a doctor?" Ilya banters as Shane takes a closer look.
It might be a bite mark.
Not a hickey or anything, neither he or Ilya were biters during sex, and if they were then it wouldn't be this sharp.
An animal bite mark? Probably.
It looked slightly swollen as well. Thankfully he had some cream in his bathroom cabinet to sort that out.
"Dr. Hollander will see you now." Ilya banters once more as Shane kisses him, "Hush."
Ilya jokes again, "You are really that boring, aren't you?"
Again with the boring.
Ilya never complained about Shane being boring in the bedroom? That was the only place he never complained though.
"It looks like a sting, have you been bitten by something?" Shane asked as Ilya cheekily raised his eyebrow.
He says sarcastically, "Does it look poisonous?"
"No." Shane said. If it was, then it'll be a bit worse than slightly swollen.
Ilya shrugged, "I'm fine, just get me some cream."
Shane playfully pushed Ilya onto the sofa who laughed with a grin as Shane fetched some cream from his bathroom cabinet. He checked if it was the right one before going back to their living room.
Ilya sat up straight on the sofa and held out his hand as Shane kneeled down, put a smidgen of cream on his own finger and put the dinky tub of cream on the coffee table.
He glanced down to where Ilya's bite mark, but also sting, was, and gently applied the cream to it.
"Hold still." He said.
Shane heard a soft exhale come out of Ilya as he looked up at him and saw his boyfriend wincing.
He commented, "Does it hurt that much?"
"No, I am fine." Ilya nodded as Shane marvelled as his attempt of first-aid with Ilya once applying the cream.
Shane sat back down on the sofa and pulled Ilya into an embrace, "Doesn't look like it." He whispered, kissing him on the neck.
Ilya blankly looked at him, directly saying, "Hollander, I will not die," He then sharply exhaled, "But it does hurt a bit, but not so much that I can't play next match."
"Would you like me too carry you up to bed?" Shane asks attentively.
Ilya still looks at him like a deer in headlights, "Are you joking? Because I am not sick-sick, it's just a bite."
No?
He wanted to carry him up to bed. Lift Ilya up and gently tuck him into bed with a nice forehead kiss even though it was the early afternoon.
Shane, also confused, tells him, "Why would I be joking? I want too carrying you up to bed?"
Ilya smirks and says quietly enough for Shane to hear, "If you must."
Without missing a beat, Shane lifts Ilya up, giving him many kisses as he carries him to bed. Ilya wraps his legs onto Shane's waist and kisses him full on the lips.
He then reaches the bed and gently lays Ilya on there, he tried to tuck Ilya into bed, but he says, "I am not a child, I can do it myself."
Shane kisses him on the forehead, "But I want too dote on you."
He sighs, "If you must."
Shane tucks him into bed as Ilya smiles to himself. They share another kiss on the lips as Shane is getting ready to leave the room.
But before he turns off the lights as he rests his hand on the light switch, he whispers:
"I love you so much."
Ilya closes his eyes and murmurs, "It was just a bite or something it's not the end of the world."
Shane turns off the lights and hears Ilya's murmurs once more, which he stays around to listen too:
"But I've always wanted you too carry me to bed..."
"...Shane."