“Do it, fuck. Give it to me, Hollander. I’m right there.” “I love you. I love you. Oh, shit. Here it comes—” They both cried out as Shane’s release splashed against Ilya’s chest. His body spasmed around Ilya’s cock and Ilya was hurled over the edge, coming hard with a garbled “I love you.” “Oh my god,” Shane wheezed. His forehead landed on Ilya’s shoulder. “That was perfect.” “Yes. Perfect.” Ilya wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. As close as possible.
