“You look like—are you going to come, Hollander?” “Yeah,” Shane gasped. “Oh fuck. Yes. Come on.” Ilya thrust faster, keeping his eyes on Shane’s dick, and then Shane erupted. He screamed and arched and watched with Ilya as his dick coated his stomach and chest. “Shane...” It was the only word Ilya managed to grit out before he stilled and came inside him.
