“That song was nice,” Cole said. It had helped calm his nerves. But the way the silence crept in afterward did quite the opposite.

Ilya edged closer. Every sound amplified in the absence of the music as Cole turned toward him.

“Yeah, it's a classic,” Ilya said, his face inching dangerously close to Cole's.

“Which, uh—” Cole reached his hand out, but stopped halfway. When he nearly made contact with Ilya's arm, something made him hesitate. Would he be able to take it all back once he got close to him? Could he go back?

His hand floated awkwardly in the air between them.

“Am I making you nervous?” Ilya asked.

“Shut up…” Cole’s voice was almost inaudible.

“Why don’t you make good on your promise? We're not here to talk, after all,” Ilya said.

That was the encouragement Cole needed. No need to linger. He grabbed hold of Ilya's shirt and, in an impressive sweep, hauled the other man over himself.

Cole landed with his back against the couch, head pressed into the armrest. Ilya's hand clamped down on the fabric next to Cole's flushed cheek.

A sudden commotion erupted from somewhere out of sight. Light footsteps tapped against the floor.

Ilya towered above him. Though his breath came out irregularly, a grin was plastered across his face.

“You're so demanding,” Cole said. Despite wanting to sound insulting, there was an excited lilt to his voice that didn't go unnoticed by Ilya.

“You're not into… getting ordered around, are you?” Ilya asked, his dimples showing.

Cole's cheeks heated up even more.

However, an inquisitive dog standing alert by the couch pulled him out of the haze. Shoko’s tail was wagging, but he was visibly on high alert.

“I'm okay, Shoko,” Ilya reassured him, then pointed to the half-open door at the other end of the room. “Myesta.”

With no need to do anything else, Shoko turned and obediently followed the command as he disappeared through the doorway.

“Show-off,” Cole said. “That was… place, right?”

Ilya laughed, watching Cole's disheveled figure with clear intent. “Mhm. Want to hear another?” Ilya asked.

“I’d love to—” Cole froze as Ilya leaned in, sliding his fingers under his shirt. He twitched at the sudden breeze hitting his stomach.

“Unbutton it for me,” Ilya said. In the exact tone Cole wanted.

He swallowed hard, his hands hovering in the air like before. For a second, he didn't know whether to shove ‌Ilya's arm out of embarrassment or to do as he had been told.

“Ah…” Cole fiddled with the top button, then the second, then… his shirt fell to each side, revealing his already flushed body to the other man.

Ilya freely explored him with both hands, brushing over every ridge and curve. Cole responded in kind, letting out sweet, quiet sighs, as he shivered from his touch.

“Maladyets,” Ilya whispered, before adding, “Good boy.”

Cole inhaled sharply. “I…” he trailed off as Ilya's lips closed around one of his nipples.

Ilya bit down gently, a weak whimper leaving Cole.

With a soft lick, Ilya eased the pleasurable sting in his chest, mixing sensations in a way that caused Cole's whole body to shudder. Ilya's eyes met his. He didn't know his face could heat up more than it already had.

Cole was all too entranced by Ilya's gaze to notice the hand traveling down his stomach until it slipped under his belt.

“You're already hard?” Ilya cooed.

Cole gasped as the man's hand wrapped around his cock. Ilya was done being gentle. He yanked it from the confines of Cole's pants, exposing him once more.

“How shameful. Getting aroused by me." Ilya tightened his grip. "You're a little traitor, aren't you?”

Cole let out a needy moan, his legs trembling as Ilya stroked his shaft. “I-I'm sorry, Ilya… I've… been having bad thoughts.” Flustered, Cole deliberately kept his voice low.

Ilya swallowed when his name was sighed out. He must have liked that. He sped his hand up, making Cole's breath hitch, and his body quiver.

“Speak up. I can't hear you,” Ilya teased.

“F… Fuck you,” Cole muttered under his breath.

Ilya slowed down until he came to a complete stop.

An involuntary whine escaped Cole. His eyes widened. Was he really that desperate?

“P-please… keep going,” Cole said.

“I'm starting to wonder if you deserve it,” Ilya said.

Cole reached for Ilya's hand, but was stopped when the man grabbed his wrist with his free hand, pushing his arm down into the couch.

“No…” Ilya said, as if he were training an animal.

The rush of that only made it more painful that Cole couldn't touch himself.

“I-I'll do anything… for you,” Cole said. How very ambitious.

A visible flush spread across Ilya's cheeks, his lips parting slightly.

“Really now?” Ilya absentmindedly brushed a few fingers along the side of Cole's cock.

With a sigh and a heave of his leg, Cole rubbed his knee against Ilya's side, urging him on.

“You sure you can handle that?” Ilya slid his hand down, teasing a heated moan out of Cole.

“Try me,” Cole said.

“Ah… We'll see what the future has in store for you,” Ilya said. “For now, though, I'll take it as a promise. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

This fucking guy.

He sped up his strokes again. Cole grasped at the couch, but found nothing to cling to. No sheets to keep him steady.

His eyes closed shut to the sounds of indecent squelching and the sensation of Ilya's quick hand. What felt like soft lips grazed Cole's neck, coming to a stop below his ear. Ilya's hair tickled Cole’s jaw as the man gently traced his slick tongue over his skin.

Cole's moans hitched, a dizzying warmth spreading through him, causing clusters of sweat to gather on his collarbone and down his body.

His eyes opened halfway, but the only thing he could make out was Ilya's shoulders and hefty arms.

“Mmh, you sound… so good,” Ilya whispered.

His voice sent a shiver down Cole's back. “I-Ilya… I'm—” 

Letting go of Cole's wrist, Ilya dragged his head away from the crook of his neck to lock their eyes again. He then pressed his other hand down on the head of Cole's cock, kneading it mercilessly in his palm. “Yes…”

Such masterful proficiency. Cole writhed and melted in Ilya’s grip, his legs bucking against his hands.

The mounting pleasure was too much. He shut his eyes again, letting it all wash over him. Through him.

As the initial wave of pleasure faded, a satisfying numbness settled in. It felt like his body was floating mere inches above the couch. Until a few blinks brought him back to reality.

Cole lazily hooked his arms around Ilya’s neck, pressing the man’s body against his. Their lips collided, as Cole's tongue sank into his mouth, tasting him and every sigh that left him.

Cole needed closeness, and luckily, Ilya was more than willing to give it to him. They rolled over on the couch, eventually ending up switching places, with Ilya on the bottom.

They separated, and Cole crawled backward until his head hovered over Ilya's lower stomach.

“We're not done…” Cole said.

“You… slut,” Ilya drove his fingers through Cole's hair, grabbed the back of his head, and pressed his face down into his crotch.

“Mmh… I know,” Cole said. An excited gasp escaped him as Ilya scratched at his scalp, ruffling and occasionally pulling at his hair. Little felt better than that.

Cole pawed clumsily at Ilya's clothed cock, his mouth soon following, wanting to return what the man had done for him.

Ilya drew his lips shut, trying to muffle himself. Getting any kind of reaction like that was more than enough for Cole.

“Look at you… Want it that bad?” Ilya asked.

Cole's face flushed as he pulled at Ilya's pockets, trying to yank them down. But Ilya held on to the rim. His smile widened.

“H-hey…” Cole said.

“Answer me,” Ilya said.

“I do. I want you… to throat fuck me,” Cole said, shedding all his remaining shame.

Ilya let go, allowing Cole to continue pulling him out of his pants. “I'm, ah, convinced…” Ilya spoke with labored breaths as Cole dragged his tongue up the underside of his cock.

Once at the right angle, Cole lowered himself over Ilya, taking him into his mouth. It was so wet.

Ilya's legs twitched under him, illicit moans spilling from his lips with every bounce of Cole's head.

Ilya clutched his hair tighter, which only encouraged him to go faster. He grabbed Ilya's thigh for extra control, reminded of just how well-trained his body was. And what he felt at the party.

Cole's hand traveled up his stomach, gliding under his shirt.

“Greedy…” Ilya’s muscles contracted from the light touch of Cole's fingers on his skin.

As he explored Ilya's chest, the size of it confounded him. It was so firm that his hand was forced wide before he could squeeze down on him.

Ilya tensed up. When Cole's fingers ran over his nipple, he let out a cute, almost kittenish noise.

Both of their eyes widened at that. What an unexpected sound to come from him. So endearing. He was pretty sensitive there, wasn't he?

Cole slipped Ilya's cock out of his mouth, his lips hovering just above the head.

“Ilya…” Cole teased.

“Don't you dare say anything,” Ilya said.

“You like getting your chest played with?” Cole asked, skirting around the noise.

“Maybe…” Ilya said.

Cole knew to take that as a yes. “… Also, that sound was rea—”

Ilya secured his grip around Cole's hair, forcing his head down, as he shoved his cock deep inside until it hit the back of Cole's throat.

“You'd better keep that pretty mouth shut. Who knows what kind of dangers it'll get you in.”

Cole choked from the sudden pressure, surprised by how much he enjoyed being handled like that. In turn, he clenched Ilya's chest so hard that it was easy to imagine the reddened skin under his hand.

Cole had gone back to sliding Ilya in and out of his mouth, behaving like the diligent worker he always wanted to be, and doing his best to serve the one in charge.

He repeatedly flicked Ilya's nipple, twisting it between his fingers. Ilya gasped, his body arching in response, as his head landed on the arm of the couch.

Ilya's moans urged Cole on, the man's pre-cum dribbling onto his tongue. Cole happily lapped it up.

“F-fuck…” Ilya was close. Even if he wasn't one to announce it.

The trembling was quite visible.

Ilya clutched the back of his head, a viscous liquid spilling down Cole’s throat, nearly making him choke again.

Cole swallowed every drop as he squeezed Ilya dry with the help of his hand.

Ilya’s heavy panting filled the room, his glazed eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Satiated, Cole let his cock fall from his lips. Seeing Ilya out of it like that, Cole couldn’t help but smile.

With a satisfied sigh, he curled up on top of Ilya, face nestled into his neck.

“Not bad…” Ilya said.

“Hah…” Cole let out a dumbfounded noise. It was a little hard to think at the moment. He just wanted to lie there. Forever.

Ilya ran his fingers through Cole's hair, this time much gentler, playing with it. Like a kind of massage, it was capable of making Cole pass out in seconds if he didn’t watch out.

It was another temporary moment of peace. Another short while away from it all. He never took it for granted.

“Ilya…?” Cole asked.

“Yeah?” Ilya glanced down.

Cole clammed up, his face flushed. “Never mind.”

Ilya let his hand travel further down as he rubbed the nape of Cole's neck. “I'm getting déjà vu,” he said with a laugh. “You're a weird one.”

“I like that,” he added.

“An unexpected compliment. Kind of,” Cole said, pressing his cheek against Ilya's jaw.

“I wouldn't get used to it,” Ilya said.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” Cole said.

He didn't expect anything else. Ilya was already becoming familiar to him. He hadn't thought that would ever be possible for him again.

But… during some weeks, decades do seem to happen.