“Where the fuck are you going?” “To get lube,” Ilya said easily. “You know how sex works by now, yes?” “Hurry up, then,” Shane said bitchily. Ilya, of course, took his time. He headed up to the bedroom, grabbed a bottle of lube and a clean hand towel, then, after a moment’s consideration, went back to the nightstand and retrieved the vibrating cock ring he’d given Shane for his birthday last year.
