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Shane hums to himself as he lounges on the couch. Anya settled over his legs even though she technically wasn’t allowed on the couch. A random show was playing on the TV, just background noise as Shane uselessly scrolls on his phone.
He was bored.
Ilya was gone for the week for training and the All-Star Game that Shane was forced to sit out of, thanks to two broken ribs and a minor sprained wrist. He’d tried to argue about it, not wanting to miss the game or not be with Ilya for a whole week, but his husband convinced him not to go via taking off his shirt and making Shane forget what they’d been arguing about.
Huffing to himself, Shane exited TikTok only to open it again for the 5th time that hour. He wasn’t good at the whole “doom scrolling” thing like Ilya. Short-form video content had never truly enraptured him as it did for most other people. However, he’d finished his most recent book series, and he had nothing else to read, so… boring social media it was.
If he could, he’d be texting Ilya right now, but his husband was busy with practice, meaning he didn’t have his phone and wouldn’t be able to respond to him for at least another two hours.
Shane sighs, shifting a little to lean into the large couch pillow he demanded they buy and curling around the long, plush item in place of his husband's large, muscular form.
He missed Ilya; he always did. Even when the man was only gone to the grocery store, Shane missed him until they were back in each other's arms.
It was probably because he and Ilya spent the first large part of their relationship miles apart, never knowing when they were going to see each other again.
Sighing again, Shane continued to scroll through his for you page. It didn’t seem very “for him,” considering nothing had caught his attention, probably because he refused to like anything, but he didn’t care.
Eventually, the screen in his hand blurred until he blinked and shook his head. He needed to do something. But there was nothing left to do.
He’d already cleaned the whole house top to bottom, already taken Anya on a long walk, reorganized the closet- twice- and he’d even washed both the Mercedes and Ilya's stupid sports car.
Ilya had told him to take this week to relax and enjoy his time off; however, Shane wasn’t very good at relaxing, and he’d much prefer to spend his time off with Ilya because, yes, he was a clingy and needy person. He was married to a Greek god who was also kind and really good in bed. Could you blame him?
He almost swiped out of the god awful clock app for the sixth time, when an ad caught his attention.
It was of a female mannequin, dressed in sexy lingerie. He almost scrolled away when suddenly the screen changed to a male mannequin dressed in similar frilly lingerie.
His eyes widened; he’d never seen an ad for male lingerie before. It was always hidden away in a small section on online lingerie websites whenever Shane looked.
Shane wasn’t new to buying lingerie; sometimes he liked to feel pretty, and it helped that Ilya was really into it. However, he hadn’t really been able to indulge in the preference due to a lack of availability.
There weren’t many male lingerie options that were actually good quality, which was like most of the appeal. But as Shane swiped onto the ad's profile and onto their website, well, he may have just found something to sink quite a bit of money into.
As he scrolled through the listings, favoriting some and even adding a few to his new cart, a devilish idea crossed his mind. Part of the fun was Ilya seeing him in the lingerie he bought; however, his husband was off in Toronto, of all places. A whole 4 and a half hours away.
He had a whole week before Ilya would come home, and according to the checkout tab on his phone, his new outfits would be delivered by tomorrow afternoon.
“No,” he mumbled to himself, even as he continued to add more sets to his cart. It was a stupid idea, but what a cure to his week-long boredom it would be. Sending Ilya, his darling husband, a few photos of his new clothes. Just to get his opinion, of course!
Shane giggles to himself, and Anya huffs against his calf, clearly displeased by her owner's newfound energy. Shane coos at her in apology before he drops nearly a band on just lingerie.
Oh well, Ilya’s always told him to spend more money on himself.
The insanely large box of lingerie arrives at Shane's doorstep the next day at 11:35 AM, right after he comes home from his morning run. He nearly sprints up the stairs, box in hand, as he reaches his and Ilya’s bedroom.
He forces himself to take a deep breath; he needs to wash everything before he puts it on his body, and he also needs to wash the sweat off himself. So before he opens the box, he forces himself to rinse off his run, washing his hair and scrubbing himself down before stepping out of the shower.
The box is an ominous presence on the bed, large and looming as Shane approaches it with a box cutter. He’s not sure why he’s so anxious; this wasn’t his first sashay into male lingerie- he thinks back to the beautiful set he’d bought for his and Ilya’s honeymoon tucked away in the dresser.
Maybe because it was the first time he’d bought so many? But there were so many options, Shane didn’t know how to pick. His indecision left him with quite a big box of lingerie on his bed and a dent in his wallet.
He shakes his head, he could do this, he did this for himself- and also to rile the hell out of his husband, but we don’t need to talk about that- and by god, he was going to embrace the things he liked.
Inside the big, discrete box was a slightly smaller, less discrete box. It was pink with black trim and the brand's name in cursive across the top. Sliding it out of the box, he discovered it was actually a vintage luggage trunk, and according to the little note at the top, it was a free gift, considering how many items he bought. Oh yeah, he was definitely buying more from this company.
Undoing the latch at the front of the trunk, he pulled it open to find it lined in a plush maroon velvet with pink wrapping paper around each piece of lingerie and individual accessory Shane had bought himself.
Each parcel had a little note on the top describing the care instructions, which Shane memorized as he pulled each piece out. He grinned to himself as he looked over his haul, decided which ones he was going to tease Ilya with this week, and which ones he would save for future occasions.
His and Ilya’s anniversary wasn’t for a little while, but Valentine's Day was coming up. Oh yeah, Shane was set for the next five holidays, Ilya’s birthday, and their Anniversary.
Sorting his new clothes was actually pretty therapeutic, separating what could be put through the dryer and what needed to be line-dried. He got so sucked into his sorting and washing, he didn’t realise it was nearing 3 pm until his phone buzzed.
Ilya
I have never hated a hotel more.
Shane
Haven’t we stayed there before? What’s wrong with it?
Ilya
For starters, you are not here
Also, they have terrible vodka
Why are you not in this stupid bed with me?
Shane
You said I should stay home
You know, my ribs
Ilya
I did not realize I was signing up for a week of torture
I should’ve made you come, but forced you to stay off the rink
Shane
You and I both know you couldn’t keep me off the rink.
Ilya
I know
My husband is so stubborn
Shane
Look who’s talking
Shane chuckled to himself as he started the wash and walked into the kitchen for the first time since he’d opened his new package. He thought maybe it wouldn’t be the best idea to send Ilya dirty pictures while he was trying to focus on Hockey, but then his phone buzzed.
Of course, Ilya had sent him a dick pic. What else would he be doing at 3 pm on a Tuesday?
Ilya
I miss you in my bed, Moya Shlyukha
I am so hard without you
Shane
Don’t you have practice?
Ilya
Shut up, let me miss my husband in peace.
Shane
You just miss my ass
Ilya
Not true!
I also miss your hot mouth.
Shane
Asshole
Ilya
Do not lie, you miss my cock near as much as you miss me
You wish your lips were wrapped around me, choking on me like I know you love
I bet your hole misses me too
Shane
Fuck Ilya
Suddenly, Shane's phone began to buzz in his hand, and he cursed before answering it and pressing it up against his ear.
“Are you aching for me, moya lyubov?” Ilya’s deep voice flowed through the phone, sending a shiver down Shane’s spine.
“Ilya,” he whines, pressing his hard on against the kitchen counter for some friction. Ilya chuckles meanly over the phone, but Shane can tell from his breathing that he is just as overwhelmed as he is.
“We must be quick, practice is in hour,” Ilya grumbles, clearly not pleased with his timeline. Shane isn’t too pleased about it either, whining into the phone until Ilya coos at him. “Sweetheart, are you going to sing for me?” Ilya is being mean, Shane can tell. But it’s the type of mean that has Shane melting against the counter.
“Please,” he whines, hand sliding down his chest to palm at his own cock. “I’ll be good.”
Ilya chuckles again, “I know you will be,” he says, and Ilya can hear a rustle of fabric over the phone before Ilya speaks again. “Go to the bed, sweetheart, play with yourself for me.”
Shane should probably be embarrassed at how quickly he runs to the bedroom, but he’s not, not when he’s got Ilya purring in his ear about how much of a good boy he’s being.
He’s glad he’s cleared the bed of his purchases, meaning he can thump down onto the mattress a tear he sweats off in record time. His hand slides down to touch his aching cock, but he can hear Ilya tsk at him, which makes him freeze.
“Ah ah, you don’t touch what is mine,” Ilya scolds, and Shane whines, boy flushed with need. “You finger yourself for me, da? Let me listen to how much you miss me,” Shane gasps at the words, but follows them nonetheless. Shifting up the bed to grab the lube before dribbling it over his fingers and centering them at his hole.
“Ilya,” he whines, pressing but pushing into his hole, waiting for Ilya’s instructions. Ilya chuckles around a moan, clearly getting himself off to Shane’s pitiful whining.
“Go ahead, moya lyubov, touch yourself,” he purrs, listening intently as Shane moans and arches off the bed. They both wish they could see each other, but they didn’t have time for Skype sex, and Ilya knew it.
Shane gasps as he presses two fingers into himself, stretching himself a little too far, but too eager to really care. “Ilya,” he chants, pressing his fingers deeper in search of his prostate. It always took him a while to find it, while Ilya could usually locate it in a matter of seconds.
“Do you feel good? Moya dorogaya malen'kaya shlyushka? Do you miss having me fill you?” Ilya is huffing between each word, cursing in Russian as he strokes himself.
“Yes!” Shane cries, scissoring himself open before adding a third finger. “S’ not enough- Ilya, need you- need you-” Ilya chuckles, cooing at Shane in russian to ease his whining.
“Breathe, malysh, breathe,” he commands, waiting for Shane to calm down before he continues. “You can do it, my love, finish for me.” Shane gasps at the words, body arching as his fingers finally find his prostate, pressing into it with reckless abandon.
“Gonna! Gonna!” he can’t form a full sentence, brain trapped in a spiral of pleasure he never wanted to leave.
“Do it, come for me, be my good boy and come,” and the moment those words leave Ilya’s mouth, Shane is shooting off with a gasping cry.
His chest heaved at the intensity, clearly pent up considering he hadn’t gotten to do much of anything since Ilya left two days ago.
“You did so well, such a good boy for me,” Ilya mumbles to him in Russian, whispering praises to him through the phone in his native language until Shane feels like he’s back in his body again.
“When are you coming home again?” Shane asks a little petulantly, he knew when Ilya was flying home, had it marked on every calendar in the house.
“Four more days, my love,” Ilya tells him, this time in English. Shane still whines even though he’d already known the answer.
“That’s too long,” he says, just to be a brat. But Ilya coos at him all the same, easing the dull ache in his chest.
“Not too long, just think, only four days, and you will have me all to yourself for a week,” Ilya says, clearly moving through his hotel room to clean himself up and get ready for practice. “Just you and me, no practice, no games, just us and bed. Hmm? Would you like me to take you apart, moy milyy mal'chik?” Ilya’s voice goes deep once more, and Shane gasps at him.
“Don’t tease me when you’re about to hang up on me,” Shane grumbles, forcing himself to get out of bed to clean himself up. Ilya tuts but apologises either way, continuing to coo at him in Russian while he draws himself another shower.
“Relax, moya lyubov, take nice hot shower and think only of resting and me. I will call after practice, da?” Shane nods, peeling off his dirty shirt.
“Okay, have a good practice, I love you,” he says, voice going so soft considering just how much he misses his husband.
“I love you too, malysh,” Ilya replies, making kissing noises at him before cutting the phone call. He was probably so late to practice.
Shane huffed a little as he stood in the shower for a second time, deciding now he would really pamper himself instead of just a cursory wash.
As he scrubbed his body with some of Ilya’s expensive body wash, he grinned to himself. Maybe he would send Ilya a picture of one of his new sets while he was at practice, you know, as a treat.
Once he stepped out of the shower, Shane moved into the bedroom to lay out his newly cleaned outfit on the bed. It was a pretty babydoll set, with the top specifically cut to fit over his pecs instead of a pair of tits. It was a light blue color, with flowery lace over the cups of the top, with a sheer soft fabric that would hang around his upper thighs.
The thong was a matching lace to the top, not see-through, but still quite tiny. He debated putting on a pair of stockings, but opted for a single light blue garter belt instead.
As he lay everything out on the bed, he couldn’t help feeling giddy at finally getting to wear his new outfits. They were all so soft to the touch, Shane wondered if he could get away with hiding some under his clothes when he went to pick up Ilya from the airport. But that was an idea for another time; right now, he needed to take Anya for a walk, dry his hair, and set up the mood lighting in their bedroom for his pictures.
Maybe he could take some with his Polaroid, too. Ilya would love that.
A little over an hour later, Shane was once again standing in front of his bed, looking down at his new outfit. Just with dry hair and Anya sleeping downstairs in her bed with a full belly from an early dinner.
Ilya was most definitely still at practice and most likely would be for at least another hour and a half, meaning Shane needed to get started on his little plan before he had a chance to chicken out.
Slowly, he pulled on the new panties first, sighing when the fabric cupped him perfectly compared to the tight squeeze that came with him trying to wear women’s lingerie. Oh yes, he was buying more from this brand.
He then slid on the babydoll top, fixing the adjustable straps before fluffing out the sheer portion of the top to sit over his abdomen. When he turned to look at himself in the mirror, he smiled. It looked damn good with the babydoll top just barely covering his ass- which didn’t do much considering it was sheer.
Before he got too overzealous, he slid on the garter, fixing the bow and dangling row of pearls before he stood up straight to really look at himself in the mirror.
He looked good, really good. He wouldn’t be surprised if Ilya flew home to get to him tonight, his thighs clenched at the thought of his Husband flipping the bird to his responsibilities just so he could come home and really appreciate his new outfit.
Fixing the lighting in the bedroom to be a little dimmer, Shane pulled out his Polaroid first. He snapped a few towards the mirror so it would catch the whole outfit, before turning the camera towards himself.
They weren’t the best photos, but he got a few that showed off the outfit well enough that he was willing to keep. He placed the pictures in a little envelope of leaves on Ilya’s side of the bed before grabbing his phone.
He took a deep breath before posing in the mirror, snapping a few with flash and a few without, before swiping through the pictures and picking out a few that he liked. He decided to send just one, for Ilya to open when he was done with practice, then he would show him the more detailed shots when he was back in the privacy of his hotel room.
Because as much as Shane liked to tease his husband, he didn’t want to risk his teammates seeing the photos.
Settling back on the bed, Shane carefully typed out a message, sending it after sending the photo so that it would be the banner that popped up on Ilya’s phone when he checked it after practice.
Shane
What do you think of my new outfit?
Maybe it was a little coy, but Shane wanted to tease his husband a little bit, plus he really did want the man's opinion. Now he just had to wait for Ilya to respond.
Thirty minutes later, while Shane was re-reading one of his older books, his phone buzzed with a new message.
Ilya
Dear god Shane
Are you trying to kill me?
You look fucking amazing. Why am I not there right now?
Shane, honest to god, giggles, rolling over onto his stomach before typing out his response
Shane
Don’t die, that’ll ruin my fun
But really, does it look okay?
Ilya
Okay?
Fuck you, mean “okay?”
Malysh, you look like a damn dream, sculpted by the gods
I could eat you
I want to ravish you
Fuck
When’s the earliest flight home?
Shane
Baby, you can’t just leave the All-Star game.
Ilya
Fuck the game, I want to fuck you.
Shane
You flatter me
Ilya
Fuck moya lyubov, please tell me you’re still wearing that.t
Shane smiles, snapping a new picture of himself over his shoulder to show off how his ass looks in the outfit before sending it to Ilya.
Ilya
Moy khoroshiy mal'chik
My beautiful boy
I would fuck you so well
Rock into you so nice and fuck you with those panties still on
Are you sure I can’t just fly to you tonight?
Shane
Ilya, my love, you cannot.
Ilya
This is hate crime
You are trying to kill me
Fuck, my dick is so hard
Fuck dinner with the team, I want to watch you ruin those pretty panties.
Shane
Ilya, go enjoy dinner with the team.
Ilya
But I want to fuck you :(
Shane
Ilya, go eat dinner. I might even have another surprise for you tomorrow.
Ilya
Oh, you little minx
You are trying to kill me
Shane
I am not!
I’m just giving you motivation.
Ilya
Oh, sure you are
I might steal a car and drive home tonight
Just to fuck you
Shane
No, you won’t
Go to dinner, I love you. If you behave, I’ll even send you some of the other pictures I took
Ilya
Fuck baby, I love when you get bossy
Send me those other pictures
Better yet, print them out. I want to keep them in my wallet.
Shane
Already did
Ilya
You really want me to fly home tonight, don’t you?
Shane
Go to Dinner!
He grins to himself as Ilya spams him with stupid horney emojis before eventually relenting and going to dinner with the team.
Oh yeah, this was going to be a fun week.