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"Ilya, can I talk to you about something?"
"Uh oh," Ilya said. He dropped the dishes he was washing, turning over his shoulder. "Is serious?"
"Uh," Shane was playing with the hem of his shirt, not meeting Ilya's eyes. Ilya's heart dropped. "Sorta. Um. Can we — sit?"
"Of course," Ilya said, following, admittedly, a little too fast to the couch. What was happening? Did Shane have some kind of disease? Was he having an affair? Was Yuna alright? "Are you OK?"
"Yes," Shane said quickly, reaching out to hold Ilya's hand and squeeze it, tight. He met Ilya's eyes and gave him a little, nervous smile. "I'm — I'm fine. It's about Hayden."
"Oh," Ilya said, perhaps forgetting to hide his relief, judging by the expression on Shane's face. "Is he hurt?"
"No," Shane said. "He's well, um. Actually. He just —" Shane raised his hands to rub his face. "I'm not sure how to say this. Sorry."
"He's in love with you?"
Shane looked up at him, not with anger at the joke, but as if he'd been caught. Ah.
"Ah."
"No," Shane shook his head, cheeks going pink. "Not — it's not like that. Um. He, uh. It's kind of weird. He, like, sat me down, and gave me this whole talk about how he's been exploring his sexuality, and —" Shane looked at Ilya, deadly serious — "I think he wants to have a threesome? Um. With us?"
"Ah."
"So?" Shane's eyes were wild, running over Ilya's face. "What — thoughts? That's kind of fucking crazy, right?"
Ilya had always known that Hayden shared something with Shane that he didn't have access to, and that made him jealous. Friendship. Ilya and Shane — Rozanov and Hollander — they were never friends. Even at the beginning of their relationship, after a decade of knowing one another, they were discovering things about the other's lives. Middle names. Childhood memories. Childhood pets. Fears. Favourite movies. Before 2017 — before the cottage — they had never spoken, really spoken, about anything other than hockey or sex. Ilya was even jealous of the name thing. He remembered being 21, scrolling through Shane's phone notifications while he was in the shower. A text from Hayden read, Shane R U OK? U seemed quiet yesterday. Text me back!!!!
Hayden had never had to call him Hollander. To Hayden, he had always been Shane. Ilya had never had that privilege — that instant trust.
This made Ilya incredibly proud of the things he knew about Shane that Hayden didn't. The whimper he'd make if Ilya sucked on his balls. The pained little noise when Ilya would make the final push inside of him, like he already was sure he was full, like he wasn't expecting there to be more. The way his eyes would glaze over and his mouth would go slack when he was being fucked stupid, all thoughts leaving his busy mind. The warmth of his palm in Ilya's. The feel of his lips on Ilya's forehead, on the line of his back. How he sounds when he says I love you, and means it, like that. Hayden would never know these things. Hayden had never known these things. Now — Hayden wants to be invited? To see? And, as much as he loved to joke, he had always… wondered. If Shane ever got lonely during their time apart. If anything, even as small as a joking peck on the lips, ever happened. Thoughts like that haunted him.
He was sure that Hayden had considered it before. Shane was gorgeous, and vulnerable, and innocent, until he wasn't. It made a lot of men curious, something that Shane was somehow oblivious to. Ilya noticed how Hayden's attachment to Shane sometimes bordered on obsession. How Shane made him nervous. Shane, of course, rejected the idea anytime it was raised. It made complete sense to Ilya. He wouldn't be able to only be Shane's best friend, either. The concept of Hayden being attracted to Shane was not a surprise.
"Is not crazy at all," It was very obvious. "Do you want to?"
Shane's eyes widened, like he'd been caught. "No! Um. I just. You mentioned it ages ago — sorry. I know, you were joking. It's just, I guess, I'm kind of a people pleaser, and I want my friend to be like, happy. I guess."
"What does the wife think of all this?" Ilya asked.
"Weirdly, she's like — cool with it?" Shane shook his head. "I don't know. He said a lot. Look. Alright, full honesty: I don't know. I'm not sure. He's my friend, and up until now, he's been straight, and I'm also very much a monogamist, so I don't really like the idea of having sex with someone who isn't you. Plus, I think I'd get like, crazy jealous if I saw you. Um. Touching — someone else." Ilya's heart swarmed. "But. I guess, weirdly, like, if it were to be someone, I'd like it to be him? But I also feel like it would do something undeniably damaging to our friendship, and I mean, other than Rose, and you, my parents, he's kind of my only friend. I don't want to ruin that. But I don't want this thing that he wants, like, weighing on his shoulders, making us grow apart. But also — with you — I feel like it's weird to watch your husband having sex with someone he knows, and not, like, a stranger. Like, you — or, if I was you — I mean, I'd be jealous either way, but if it was like… okay, I know this is a bad example, but Svletana, who said she sometimes jerks off thinking about you being fucked, I might be, like, a bit more pissed off than a total stranger saying that. Right?"
"Hayden jerks off thinking about you being fucked?"
"Hey, this is serious!"
"I agree," Ilya said. "That is the first respectable thing I have ever heard of about Hayden. Good jerk off material. We have something in common, it seems."
"Can you focus?" Shane glared at him. "This is serious."
"Right, the friend I've always known wants to fuck you wants to fuck you. Very serious." Ilya reached over to a half-empty glass of water and drank from it.
"Well," Shane sounded nervous, stressed. Ilya regretted his attitude. "I just… what do you think? About… That?"
"I want to do anything you want to do," Ilya said. He thought for a moment. "Hayden cannot fuck you. That is — mine. For me. Only."
Shane's cheeks flushed the way they always did when his dick was getting hard. "Right."
"He can watch," Ilya said, "We can give him fantasy. We have good sex. I've said before, we could do porno, if hockey doesn't work out." Ilya thinks. "Maybe... for your friend. You can teach him how to give blowjob on real man's dick. Mine. Get a taste of the thing that fucks you. Or is that too much with me? Would you be jealous?"
"Honestly," Shane shifted in his seat. "That sounds — fuck, that's really hot." He goes really red, then. "I kind of want to… only if you're okay with it. But, I um, you know how I like it when you, uh, put your fingers in my mouth, while you…"
"Uh-huh," Ilya liked where this was going very much.
"Um," Shane was somehow still shy about verbalizing sex stuff, after all these years. It was very cute. "Maybe, like, I could suck his dick while you, uh, fuck me?"
"Want to go to Paris?" Ilya wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Shut up," Shane shoved Ilya, blushing hard. "But — yeah. Is that okay?"
They'd done it with Shane's dildo, once, two years ago. Ilya had attached the base to the wall and had Shane pretend to suck it off while he fucked him. If Shane went slack, stopped performing, Ilya would punish him by pulling out completely and jerking off right next to Shane's face as Shane sucked the toy, depriving him of what he wanted. They'd both come so fucking hard, that night.
"Fuck yes," Ilya said breathily, cock twitching in his pants at the memory. "You're such a little slut."
"D-don't," Shane whimpered, squirming as Ilya moved forward to lick the sensitive vein on his neck. "I just —"
"You want to show off?" Ilya rasped. "Show your friend how much you like being fucked? How good you are for me?"
"Nggh—" Shane craned his neck to give Ilya more access. "Yes. Yes. Please."
"Do you think he knows?" Ilya whispered. "How much you love it? Or do you think it'll surprise him? How drunk you get. How your brain goes quiet. Your noises."
"He doesn't know," Shane gasped. "I want him to — Fuck, Ilya, I want —"
"You want him?" Ilya grabbed Shane by the jaw, forcing him to look at him directly. "You want Hayden?"
"No, no —" Shane desperately shook his head. "Only you. Only ever you. I want him to see what we have. How much I love you."
"I love you," Ilya muttered into Shane's mouth before kissing him, tongue first. Hayden would only be able to wish, he thought bitterly. For what Shane is to him.
Hayden had been drinking quite excessively throughout the dinner that would prelude their night. Shane was acting even more quiet than usual, eyes glued to the floor and a blush already on his cheeks. Ilya could tell that from the moment Hayden had walked in he'd wanted to start. Hayden didn't know this, though, and Ilya loved to deprive Shane before giving him what he needed.
In order to remind Hayden of what was his, Ilya sat at the dining table with an arm slung over Shane's shoulder's possessively, squeezing at the flesh of his shoulder.
"Do you like the vodka, Hayden?" he asked through mouthfuls of the tuna salad Shane had prepared.
"Yes," He was very clearly freaking out, rethinking everything. "Um. It's good."
Neither Shane nor Hayden were looking at each other, or really acknowledging each other. Strangely, it felt like a weird kind of blossoming romance. Ilya had to say something.
"Okay, are you two going to be like this the whole time?"
Shane turned to look at Ilya, eyes wide and skittish. So did Hayden. Ilya had power over everybody in this room, he realised. He loved to feel powerful.
"Like what?" Hayden asked, stupidly.
Ilya sighed, and stood up, pulling Shane to his feet alongside him. He then kissed him, deeply, gripping Shane by his shoulders. Shane gasped into his mouth, keening into the kiss, allowing his mouth to be ravished. Ilya stuck his tongue down Shane's throat, and Shane sucked on it needily. Ilya pulled back prematurely, leaving Shane wanting more, a string of spit popping between their mouths. He looked to Hayden, who was staring, dumbfounded. He looked back to Shane.
"Kiss him," he ordered.
Shane hesitated, eyes rapidly moving between his husband and his best friend. "Ilya — are you sure —"
"Kiss him," he repeated firmly. "I'm not asking, I'm telling you."
Shane swallowed thickly, and slowly, shyly, circled the table until he was face to face with Hayden, who had awkwardly stood to his feet. He nervously gripped Hayden's shoulders, as Ilya had done to him. His eyes were darting between Hayden's eyes and his lips. Neither of them were looking at Ilya.
"Hayden, I—" Shane's voice was quiet. Ilya listened to every word. "Are you — you're sure? You want to?"
"Fuck, Shane," Hayden whispered. Ilya, despite himself, seethed at the urgency of his tone. "I want to so bad."
Delicately, softly, Shane leaned down to kiss Hayden on the mouth. Hayden was the one to deepen it, opening up for Shane to lick into, gripping him, hands everywhere over Shane's body. Like he was drowning. Like he'd been dying. Like he'd waited years for this moment. Ilya wondered if he could taste himself on Shane's tongue.
Shane pulled back. His lips were pink and used. His blown-out eyes immediately found Ilya, waiting for instruction.
"This is how this will go, Pike," Ilya spoke firmly. "First, I decide what you two do. I'm in charge. If you don't want to do it like that, don't do it at all. You can leave at any moment if you want to." Hayden inhaled sharply, nodding. "You don't touch Shane without my permission. He's mine. You especially don't fuck him. That's mine. You understand? You get the privilege to watch. You want, I understand. Is fucking great. Mind-blowing. You will never, ever have him like that. Understand?"
Ilya was being mean. He didn't care. He reveled in the way he could see Hayden's heart sink slightly. He grinned, motioning for Shane to come back to him. Like a dog, he followed. "We go to bedroom, now. You can come or not. I don't care."
Ilya reached to grip Shane's palm, feeling their wedding bands press against one another. Not looking back to watch Hayden, he led them towards their bedroom. He and his husband's bedroom.
Of course, Hayden followed, embarrassingly eager. Ilya's eyes narrowed as he stared at the two men in front of him. Shane looked already blissed out from the orders, eyes glazed over, needing it bad. Ilya never got angry like this when it was just them. He needed Shane to know that he'd done nothing wrong. From his seat on the bed, he gave him a soft, loving smile. He pet his own thigh, gesturing for Shane to come sit. Eagerly, Shane did so, finding his place on Ilya's lap. He looked up at Ilya, needy, wanton.
"You will get it soon, kotik," he purred, nuzzling into Shane's hair, kissing behind his ear. He stared at Hayden, vision half obscured by his husband's head.
"Take off your clothes," he said, adjusting to sit up straight.
Hayden's movements stuttered before remembered Ilya's rules. He reached for the buttons on his shirt quickly, rushing through the movements.
"No," Ilya said. "Put on show for us. For Shane. Slower."
His face burned bright red, eyes wide at the request. Ilya couldn't contain his grin. He'd so clearly expected to join Ilya in a dominant role, that night. He took pleasure in so easily winning this big-dick contest. He slowly, awkwardly, stripped his clothes, only showing his anger in the way he threw them to the ground. Ilya stared at his face as he removed his pants, idly playing with Shane's nipples beneath his shirt as he watched. He was handsome, he realised. He had nice features. Great eyes. He wondered if Shane was realising the same thing. He looked down at Hayden's erect cock, that stood flat against his belly. Ilya was much bigger.
"Spin," Ilya said, making a circular movement in the air with his finger. Testing the waters.
Hayden opened his mouth as if to protest, but then shut it, and obeyed. His ass was fine. Muscular. Hard. He had a nice back. When he turned back around, he had his shoulders raised in a half-shrug, a silent, what now?
"Come here," he said, lazily motioning with his finger. Nervously, nakedly, Hayden sort of waddled towards them, hands clasped together in front of his boner, as if there was any point. "Don't hide your dick, we have already seen it."
Immediately, he complied. Ilya's cock twitched in his pants at his compliance. "Good boy. Shane, stand." Shane did. Ilya smacked his ass, making Shane glare back at him playfully. "Hayden, your reward. You get to Shane's clothes off."
Hayden was frozen, simply staring at Shane in awe, before complying. As he had to himself, he removed Shane's shirt first. He held it by the hem and pulled it over Shane's head, Shane raising his arms in the air. They shared a quiet giggle as it got caught on Shane's elbows. Before getting to Shane's pants, he roamed his eyes over Shane's torso — his tits, his abs, his biceps. He was scared to touch. Good.
He reached for the waistband of Shane's shorts, slowly, carefully, pulling them down. He must have had seen Shane naked thousands of times with all those locker rooms over the years, yet he was taking in every inch of his skin like it was new. Maybe he'd never allowed himself to look. Before removing Shane's black boxers, he looked to Ilya for permission. Ilya smiled, and nodded. Shane's hard cock sprung up almost comically. He whimpered at the air hitting it, arms crossed over his chest. Hayden exhaled sharply. He sounded shocked.
"Fuck, Shane, you're so hard," he said, ogling Shane's pretty wet cock. He licked his lips when Shane whimpered at the comment.
"Over here," Ilya said, shaking him out of his trance. "Come. Both of you, on your knees."
Judging by the bewildered expression on Hayden's face, he had not expected this. "If you don't want to, you can leave."
"No, I—" He swallowed thickly, walking towards Ilya. He dropped to his knees, next to where Shane had settled between Ilya's legs. "I want to."
"Good," Ilya said. His hand found it's way to the base of Shane's hair, stroking his scalp softly. His boy. His lovely boy. Shane's eyes fluttered shut, and he rested his face against Ilya's inner thigh, softly opening his mouth. "Want to teach your friend how to suck cock, baby?"
Shane nodded needily, obviously just wanting a cock in his mouth. He reached for Ilya's zipper and pulled both his pants and his underwear down past his thighs, revealing his erection. Hayden audibly gasped at the size of it. Ilya didn't look at him. He held Shane by the hair, preventing him from going closer to it. Shane whined needily.
"Shh, shh, shh," he stroked Shane's scalp. "We need to show your friend. Hayden, can you see properly, or do you need to be closer?"
"I—" Hayden gulped. Ilya's eyes dropped to his erection, untouched. It looked painful.
"Alright, show him," Ilya let go of Shane's hair. Shane eagerly pulled the tip into his mouth, then pressing down to get as much of him in as his throat would allow. "So eager," Ilya said, winking at Hayden's stunned expression. "He loves it, don't you, my zaichonok?" Shane was sucking eagerly, running his tongue along the base of Ilya's cock. Ilya hissed, and grabbed Shane by the base of his hair once more, fucking up into his mouth. Shane whined, letting his mouth go slack, opening his throat for Ilya to fuck into. Ilya used Shane's head like a toy, pulling it back and forth, the gagging and clicking sounds from Shane's throat only egging him on more. He clenched his eyes closed, groaning, and tightened his legs around Shane's head, crossing his knees, choking him with his thighs. He held Shane there, airless, gagging, no way of escaping, before letting go completely. Shane erupted in a coughing fit, gasping for air. Ilya pulled him up to his lap, kissing him all over his face, wiping the tears from his cheeks.
"Such a good boy," he murmured, kissing his eyelids. "So good for me."
"Nnngh," Shane moaned, rutting his cock against Ilya's desperately. Ilya laughed lowly, holding his hips steady.
"Soon, baby," he whispered into his mouth, before kissing him languidly. He pulled over to stare back at Hayden, who was ogling them both, mouth agape. Ilya laughed at his expression. "Is okay, Hayden. I will not treat you like that."
Hayden shuffled forward, nervously looking up at Ilya. "I don't — I don't know if I can fit that in my mouth."
"You don't have to," Ilya said. "I know, is big. Just lick. Like a popsicle. Taste what a real man's cock is like. You'll taste Shane on me, he's got me nice and wet."
Hayden exhaled shakily, and leaned forward, darting out his tongue to lick a stripe across the base of Ilya's cock. The sensation was different, almost ticklish in comparison to Shane's practiced mouth. Shane slid to his knees, next to Hayden, looking at him with a kind of resentment that made Ilya smile. Shane reached down to suck on Ilya's balls, pulling both into his mouth competitively as Hayden lazily, shyly pulled the tip into his mouth.
"Fuck, Shane," Ilya grunted, unable to rip his eyes away from him. Shane licked at his taint, reaching around to grab Ilya's ass possessively. Their faces were bumping against one another. Shane moved to suck on the base of Ilya's cock diagonally as Hayden licked the tip. "You always need to be the best, don't you?"
Shane softly scraped his teeth along Ilya's cock, making him hiss and thrust deeper into Hayden's mouth, making Hayden gag and pull off. Shane kissed over where Hayden had sucked him possessively, eyes blown out.
"Alright," Ilya grunted. "You're going to be like this? Get up."
Shane obeyed, pulling off and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Hayden leaned back on the palms of his hands, observing.
"Get on the bed, all fours," Ilya stood, too, and when Shane headed towards it, he lightly pushed him towards the mattress. He looked back to Hayden, who had stood to his feet. "Go to beside table. Lube is top drawer."
Hayden rushed over to do so, clearly excited with where this was headed. If he thought he'd get his dick anywhere near Shane's hole, however, he was mistaken. He threw the half-empty bottle over to Ilya, which he caught from where he was kneeling.
"Come here," he said, tilting his head to the area of the bed that was empty next to him. He pulled Shane's ass up with his hand, Shane relaxing onto his elbows, face flat against the blanket. Ilya squeezed the fat of Shane's ass and smacked it, delighted with the pink mark it left behind. Shane moaned, loudly.
"Fuck, one of you — touch me. Please."
Ilya looked at Hayden, who's cock was red and leaking against his belly button. "Give me your hand. You will finger him."
"I —" Hayden gaped. "Fuck, really?"
"Yes," he handed the lube back to Hayden, who squirted a generous amount onto his palm, warming it up in his hand. "You've done anal with your wife before?"
"Once or twice," he muttered. He was staring at Shane's ass as if it was something holy. Ilya completely understood the feeling, he had just never been such a pussy about it. "Um, Shane, I'm going to put a finger in."
Ilya barely contained his laughter at Shane's desperate, frustrated moan in return. "Please."
Hayden worked his first finger in softly, carefully, slowly. Shane arched his back, trying to get more in, trying to fuck himself back on it.
Hayden was breathless. He looked to Ilya. "Fuck, he's so —"
"Slutty?" Ilya smirked, stroking his own cock at the picture laid out in front of him. "I know."
"Is he always like this?"
"Yes," Ilya said. "Most of the time. I think you've gotten him extra worked up though, Pike."
Hayden added another finger, and Shane reached down in between his legs to grab at his cock. Ilya reached forward, stopping him. "Don't you dare fucking touch yourself without our permission."
Hayden looked at him with wide eyes at the our. Ilya reached over to stroke his back, softly. "Tell him how pretty he is. How he feels."
"Fuck, Shane," Hayden said, mouth running once given the permission. "You're so fucking — hot. And tight. I never knew — I only imagined—"
"Imagine that around your cock," Ilya whispered huskily into Hayden's ear. "That's mine. Is like velvet. So wet and hot. Snug. Perfect. Whenever I want. Always so eager for it. He bends over, whenever I ask. Mine."
"Jesus," Hayden huffed out.
"Give him another finger," Ilya latched onto Hayden's ear with his mouth, licking his earlobe sloppily. Hayden moaned alongside Shane.
"God, please, I'm ready —" Shane whined, turning over his shoulder. Ilya smirked at him from where he was.
"Hayden," he murmured, "Shane wants to blow you while I fuck you. He told me."
"Shit, really?" Hayden turned to Ilya, then to Shane. Shane nodded needily. Hayden pulled out his fingers, leaving Shane's loose hole for Ilya to fuck into. He shuffled over to the front of Shane, as Shane pulled himself back onto his hands. The position wasn't exactly ideal, seeing as Shane would be looking at Hayden the entire time, but when he was getting fucked good his eyes usually would slide shut anyway.
"Can I really…" Hayden held the base of his cock, jerking it slowly. Ilya saw Shane nod, and softly take him into his mouth. Hayden groaned, gripping onto the Shane's hair. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. God. Thank you."
Ilya chuckled. They were birds of a feather. He pushed the slicked-up tip of his cock past Shane's rim, causing Shane moan loudly around Hayden's cock, making Hayden's thighs visibly quiver.
"How does he feel?" Ilya said as he slowly pressed all of himself inside of Shane.
"Fuck—" Hayden looked to the roof, then back to Ilya, as Ilya began to thrust. "Fucking — Jesus, he's so good at this. So fucking pretty."
Ilya knew that Shane would be getting off on the way that they were objectifying him; speaking about him as if he wasn't even preset in the room. "He's always so tight. So ready. He loves having anything in his mouth. I've trained him."
"Oh, fuck, Shane," Hayden gasped as Shane took him as deep as he could — something that was considerably easier for him than deep-throating Ilya — he thought with pride. Ilya's thrusts were pushing Hayden's cock deeper down Shane's throat, moving him like a ragdoll in between them.
"You can fuck his throat," Ilya said. "He loves it. Just how I did, before."
"Really, fuck —" Hayden looked down at Shane, who's entire back was flushed red, completely ruined. "Is that okay?"
Shane couldn't speak, only let out a moan and nodded, opening his mouth for Hayden as he was ravished from behind. Hayden met his thrusts into Shane's mouth with Ilya's, grunting and moaning. The room was full of the sounds of skin slapping, and the smell of sex and sweat.
"You like this, Shane?" Ilya asked, his pace relentless, now, chasing his own orgasm. "Showing off for your friend? Showing him how much of a fucking whore you are for me? How much you love having a cock inside of you?"
Shane had moved to begin stroking himself energetically, whining.
"So fucking greedy," Ilya grabbed Shane by the ribs, hammering into him. "You just need to be full, huh? In any way you can —"
He was cut off by the sound of Hayden loudly spilling down Shane's throat with a shout, body going stiff. "Fuck!"
Hayden pulled off, lying down against the duvet and watching. As he did so, Ilya pulled out entirely, aggressively rolling Shane over onto his back so that he could see his fucked-out face. Shane's eyes were blown, mouth red and used, face flushed, hair a mess. Ilya could see some of Hayden's come in his mouth, unswallowed. Ilya fucked back in fast, to the hilt.
Shane reached down to grip at the sheets, back arching, "Fuck! Ilya, Fuck, I—"
"You're going to come?" Ilya growled, gripping his tits possessively. "Touch yourself. Come for me. Only me. I'll fill you up. Claim you."
"Yes, yes, fuck! Fucking fuck me, Rozanov!" Shane had entirely forgotten Hayden was even in the room, and so had Ilya. It was only them. He moved his hand to jerk his cock. Shane spread his legs out, welcoming Ilya in deeper. "Come inside me! Please!"
"You're mine," Ilya lowered to grunt against Shane's lips. "Say it. Only mine."
"Only yours — fuck! Nnggghh!"
Shane's entire body stiffened as he came, hard. Feeling Shane's hole squeeze and pulse around him made Ilya follow seconds later, the orgasm hitting him just as intensely. He saw white, and tasted blood, and when he came back to himself, he was kissing Shane with a bleeding lip, still inside of him. They were both panting. Slowly, they remembered that they weren't alone, and turned their heads towards Hayden, who still was laid out on the bed. Ilya was the first to let out a laugh, then suddenly they all were, the tension dissolving.
Ilya collapsed on top of Shane. "So that was kind of fucking incredible. Thank you very much, Pike."
"We are never speaking of this again, okay?" Shane said to Hayden.
Hayden nodded. "I am sworn to secrecy."
As Ilya pulled out of Shane, they both hissed, Shane's laughter being cut off. "I have been trying to convince him to do this for so long. Threesome. You are only one he trusted."
Hayden looked to Shane, "R-really?"
"Yeah," Shane said softly, reaching his hand out to stroke Hayden's knee. "Obviously, dude." He blushed, post-coital shame hitting him. "…Was I good?"
"You were so fucking good," Hayden said, as if he was in awe of the memory. "Fuck, Shane. Thank you."
Ilya stood, wanting to allow them to have their moment. "I will go get towel and water for cleanup. Pike, how are you feeling? Okay? Was that… too much?"
"I kind of liked it a lot," Hayden said shyly, as if it was a secret for him and Shane to share. Shane nodded, smiling.
When Ilya returned 5 minutes or so later, with snacks, a bottle of water, and a wet towelette, Hayden was cradling Shane as he softly snored on his chest. Ilya laughed lowly at the visual. Hayden looked up.
"Sorry, he just, kinda… knocked out," Hayden said.
"He gets like this after rough sex," Ilya murmured. He poked Shane in the boob gently. "Shane? Shane, honey. We have to say bye-bye to Hayden. And eat your keto chips."
"Are they the cauliflower chickpea ones?" Shane murmured, rubbing his face into Hayden's chest like a reluctant child.
"Yes, the chili lime ones, your favourite," Ilya said, placing the packet on Shane's chest. "Move. You are crushing our guest, kotik."
Shane rolled off of Hayden, onto the other side of the bed. Ilya offered him some of the crisps in his hand, but Hayden shook his head. "I, uh. Should be going."
"Do you want to use our shower?" Ilya asked.
"Um, maybe, actually." He looked at them both, eyes full of genuine love. "Thank you for this. Really. It means a lot. What you two have is so special. Thank you for, ah. Letting me see it. For including me. I love you guys."
"I love you, dude," Shane slurred, mouth full of keto chips.
"I love you, Hayden," Ilya said. "Bathroom is that way. Don't steal Shane's skincare."
"I won't, fuck off," Hayden laughed, gathering his clothes from the floor and turning into the en-suite.
Ilya dragged the wet towel across Shane's stomach softly, moving it down to clean Shane's ass. "Did you like that?"
Shane nodded, "Gimme kiss."
"Your lips are covered in crumbs."
Shane made a show of licking his lips, then puckered them up for Ilya to softly kiss, laughing into it. Shane would never eat on the bed if it wasn't for his subspace.
"You taste like chili lime and Hayden," he murmured, laughing.
"Your come tastes better than his," Shane whispered. Ilya grinned victoriously, kissing him languidly. His husband. His boy. His Shane. His.
"Mine," he whispered.
"Yours."