Shifter Boyfriend: Ilya 2 (complete)

After what happened on the trip, you move in with Ilya at his place to help take care of him. He insists he will be OK, and you don’t need to stay, but you insist, after seeing what a struggle it is just for him to pull up his pants in the bathroom. It’s awkward at first, considering that when you thought Ilya was going to die, you both confessed your feelings to one another.

You don’t want to bring up the elephant in the room, worried it would stress Ilya (and yourself) out. You want him to relax while you take care of things for him. You keep the place clean as well as help him out with things that he can’t do on his own for a while. He’s always smiling, happy to see you in the morning, gracious for every hand you offered. If he could purr, he would do it.

After a few days of no discussion, you figure the adrenaline from the attack has passed, and perhaps Ilya is regretting his words. You would be OK if it was never brought up again, until the morning he turns to you with a smile and says it again.

“What?” you nearly spill the heavy cream as you pour it. 

“I love you,” he repeats. “We haven’t said it since we got back. I wanted to say again.” He leans in for a kiss. “I love you.”

You dodge the kiss, pressing your fingertips to his lips. “Your doctor said you shouldn’t be doing any strenuous activity for the time being.”

“A kiss is not strenuous activity, unless I want it to be.” He moves your hand aside. “I can kiss you, right?”

The question takes your breath away. “I mean, you may. I don’t know if you can.”

Ilya chuckles before closing the gap, pressing his surprisingly soft lips against yours. You melt a little, feeling like the heavy cream in his coffee. As he pulls away his long lashes flutter with your breath. You touch your lips, then look into those golden eyes of his.

“I love you too,” you mumble under your breath, still afraid of those words.

Ilya presses his forehead to yours. “What was that?”

You frown, pressing your lips tightly together. “I said: I love you too.”

Ilya gives you another kiss. “I’ve been dying to do this for so long.” His fingers run through your hair. “I just didn’t think you liked me.”

“You didn’t-” You’re genuinely shocked. You thought you had been nothing but obvious from the moment you first blushed at him. “How did you not know!”

“You acted so above it,” Ilya chuckles. He takes his coffee into his good hand. “I thought for sure all I was to you was a part of the family. The way you acted, I never would have assumed there were any feelings hiding under those old hoodies.” He winks.

“I’ve been hiding how I felt since we graduated!” you blurt, slamming your hands to the tabletop. “That moment you came to help me move, and you were wearing that old shirt with the holes in the neckline.”

“I still have it,” he says brightly.

You bite your cheek as you watch his face glow. “It was important to me you stayed my friend more than anything. So I kept my dumb mouth shut all this time.”

“I never assumed, so I kept mine shut for the same reason. I loved being around you, and I loved having your friendship. But every day I wanted to reach out to you and give you all of me.” He sighs dreamily. “I thought you’d kill me for it.”

“How long?” you ask quietly.

Ilya closes his eyes as he thinks. “Well, I remember it was Christmas.” He opens his eyes to look at you. “I couldn’t make it home for the holidays, so you invited me to join you and your family. We were still unsure around one another after I was assigned as your familiar. I was kind of shocked at the invite, but it made me so happy that I wouldn’t be alone. It was during that trip, I think.” He smiles at you. “I just wish the first time I said it wasn’t under the circumstances it was.”

You shrug your shoulders. “If it hadn’t, would we have ever said it?”

“I’d like to think I’d get the courage at some point.” Ilya glances around his kitchen before his eyes fall back on you. “I never would have dreamed you would say it back, though.”

You lay your hand over his. “So does this mean we’re dating? Are we really a couple?”

“Let me get better.” He looks down at the arm braced to his chest. There are other wounds covering his body from the attack, and the worst is on his neck, where there will likely be a scar. “Once I’m back up to snuff, I plan on taking you out for a wonderful date. I plan on doing a lot with you.”

Your body grows instantly warm all over. You suck in a breath while your heart rises into your throat. He didn’t really say anything, but he also said quite a lot.

“I mean, if you’d like.” He chuckles nervously, and his cheeks turn a soft red. 

“Of course I’d like.” You return his smile with your own timid one. “Whatever you like to do, I’m in.”

“Right now, I’m just kind of excited.” His brightest and most adorable smile crosses his face. “So my mind is a little all over the place. I promise to treat you like an absolute princess.”

You bite back a smile as he looks at you. “I have no doubt about that.” You grasp his hand a little tighter. “I’ll always treat you like the amazing person you are.”

Ilya kisses you again, closing in fast to steal it as soon as possible.

One evening, as you’re helping him get changed for bed, he pulls you in close. “That couch must be uncomfortable.”

“It’s OK,” you say shyly. “I’ve slept on worse.”

He keeps hold of your hand. “My bed is big enough for two. Why not just, you know, sleep here with me?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and your arm goes stiff in his grasp. You look down at him. Even if his chest is covered in scratches and bite marks, it’s still nice to look at. Freckles cover his shoulders and arms, dripping down his chest and sides like the stripes when he shifts. You glances back into his eyes, knowing your face must be several shades darker. 

“You sure about that?” you squeak.

Ilya nods his head excitedly. “I can’t exactly cuddle properly right now.” He grimaces down at his splinted arm. “But it would still be nice.”

You sigh as you press your cheek into his shoulder. “Of course it would. But-”

“No buts,” Ilya says quickly. “Except for yours.”

You glare at his cheeky little smile. “You know what? Fine.” You chuck off your pants and crawl into bed with him. You lay there, stiff as a board, for a long time in silence. Eventually Ilya reaches over, placing his hand on your stomach. You gather the courage and roll over to rest against his side. You smooth your hand slowly over his torso and wrap your arm around him.

“Much better, right?” Ilya’s voice is sleepy.

You nod, pressing a soft kiss against his chest. “Mm-hmm.”

Ilya sighs dreamily as his body relaxes deeper into the mattress. “I’m so happy right now. What about you?”

You rub your cheek against his body and close your eyes. “I just want you to get better.”

“I’m trying,” he chuckles. “Because the sooner I do, the more I can give you.”

You drift to sleep. In the morning, there is a heavy weight on your chest. Waking up, you discover that Ilya is almost completely on top of you. His cheek is nestled against your breast, while his good hand has found its way under your hoodie. 

Before, you enjoyed solitary, quiet mornings off. You could linger in bed, watching the sunlight move across the floor, filtered into foggy brilliance by your curtains. Now, you wake with a warmth upon you, his scruffy face on your chest, his strong hand on your belly. The better he feels, the more he touches you. 

He is allowed to remove the splint from his arm after a while, and he can move it quite well. He just needs to do some basic exercises with it. All his cuts are healing well too, although the one on his neck is still black and blue. Now, with the use of two good arms, Ilya isn’t holding back any of his affection.

He holds you tight, keeping his arms locked around you in his warm bear hugs. When he kisses you, both hands are on you, either holding your face or digging into your hips. His warmth is always around you now. You can’t escape it, not that you want to.

“You know,” you murmur one morning as he makes breakfast. “Now that you’re all better, you don’t really need me here anymore.”

He drops the spatula he’s holding. “Oh, right.” He picks it up off the floor, then goes to rinse it in the sink. “I guess that would be the best thing.” His expression is grim. “I hadn’t even thought about it.”

You look at him standing by the stove, his expression boyish in his sadness. “I really don’t want to go back either,” you admit. You tangle your fingers in your hair, playing with it mindlessly. “But there really is no reason for me to stay here, right?”

“Yes, there is!” Ilya scowls. “Stay because I want you here, because you want to be here.” His cheeks turn red, and he glances away for a brief moment. “Only if you want to, that is.”

“Are you asking me to move in?” Your fingers get stuck in your own hair.

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “Well, yeah!” He looks at you seriously. “Move in here! There’s more than enough room. I mean, your place is a little loft. There’s way more room here for you.”

Your heart’s tempo is like a cheetah’s sprint. You watch him, waiting for anything to give. You gulp your heart back into your chest, then nod. “OK.”

Ilya’s chest and shoulders shudder, but he quickly moves to you. “You mean it? You want to?” He breaks into a massive grin that shows off his sharp teeth. “You don’t have to just to make me happy.”

You shake your head. “I’m not.” You cup your hands around his face. “I want to stay here with you.”

The kiss you share is unlike the rest. It’s hard and heated, and neither one of you can let go to breathe. You keep kissing as you stand up to get a better hold on him. His hands are around your waist, and your hands are on the back of his head. His tongue feels rough against yours. His cock is hard against your stomach.

Ilya pulls away quickly, a bit of spit connecting your lips. “Oof,” he breathes.

“Right?” You giggle, high from the kiss and his touch. You glance down to see his pajama pants are tented. “You got some...” You can’t stop giggling. “You got some campers down there?”

Ilya’s shy smile turns into a frown as he glares down at you. “You wanna tell them it’s too dry for campfires?” He points to his pants. 

You both break into hard laughter. Your sides ache and your smile lines burn. Speaking of burning, Ilya has completely ignored the stove, and the smoke can’t be ignored. He rushes to open a window, then tosses the burnt food into the sink.

“I’ll start over,” he sighs. He looks back at you. “Still want to live with me?”

You kiss his bare arm, then tangle your fingers with his. “Actually...” You bite your lip. “Can breakfast wait?” You tug on his hand. “I’d like to go back to bed for just a little bit.”

Ilya’s eyes go wide with surprise. “Oh?” He follows behind you as you take the lead back to the bedroom. Once the door closes, you pull him down to kiss.

“I love you,” you moan as his kisses go down your neck.

“Me, too.” His voice is a dangerous growl. “I love you so much.”

You take a step back and strip off your hoodie, standing in your underwear before him. You know you’re chubby and have a belly, but the way his eyes light up when he looks at you makes you feel less self-conscious about it. 

“The campers are back.” Your voice squeaks from nerves.

“Hush.” Ilya taps his finger over your lips. “Get in that bed, right now.”

You bite the tip of his finger as you smile. “No, you lay down.” You hold his wrist, sucking his finger. His eyes glaze over as your tongue swirls around. “I want to take care of you.”

“You’ve cared for me enough. It’s high time I paid back all the tender love and affection.” His tongue darts over his teeth, making your thighs clench together. “I’ll lay down, but I want you on top of me.” He strips off his pants and boxers and his cock springs out, bobbing up and down between his thighs. You stare at it, eyes lingering on the red tip, then down the thick shaft. You peer up at him again as he grins.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispers to you. He climbs in bed, laying on his back. “OK now, come here. I want you to put your legs on either side of my chest.”

“Hmm?” You flinch in surprise. “But won’t I be facing-” Your eyes dart to his cock then back to his face. “Ilya-”

He grins. “You can sit on my face if you prefer.”

“But your neck!” You sigh, then do as he asks. 

You lay on his stomach and he pulls you up close. His rough tongue laps up your thigh and he nuzzles your panties. You fidget, not wanting to close your thighs and smother him, but wriggling a bit so his nose rubs against you. You look up, seeing his cock laying on his thigh before you. You take him into your hand, slowly stroking your palm up and down him.

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Ilya moans. He pushes your panties aside and his fingers brush against your vulva. You bite your lip as the tips of his fingers tease you. Not wanting to be outdone, you lift your head and run your tongue over his glans. Ilya grunts and lets out a laugh. “That feels good. Here.” His tongue touches you, pressing against your labia and poking through.

It feels a bit strange, but the more you touch, the more he gives back. You take him into your mouth, sucking gently, and his fingers rub your clit as his tongue slips inside you. He moans a little loudly and presses himself closer to you. His tongue goes deep, and you fidget a little.

“Ilya, wait,” you pant.

“Is something wrong?” he asks as he pulls away.

You sit up and move off top of him. “It feels weird this way.” You lay beside him and curl up against his chest. “I can’t see you.”

Ilya smiles, licking his lips. “I see.” He kisses your forehead. “As tasty as you were, I prefer seeing your beautiful face too.” His hand strokes down your side, then slips between your legs. “Here.”

You whimper against his chest as his fingers burrow back inside you. They swirl around, crooking and rubbing against your cervix. You roll your hips, meeting his touch. You kiss his chest and look up at him, bleary-eyed and lips parted. 

“I almost missed this face.” He rolls you over onto the bed as he kisses you. He places himself between your thighs so your bodies are pressed together. He feels heavy on top of you, but it’s a weight you never want to let go of.

“Look at me,” he breathes. “Don’t close your eyes.”

You look up at him, seeing his golden eyes shimmering. He strokes your face then kisses your cheeks. Below, his heat presses against yours, rubbing at your vulva and thighs so he’s coated in a layer of your secretions.

“I want to take my time,” he whispers. “I want this to go slow. But I fear I might not be able to keep my excitement in check. I want you so badly, but I want us to do this right.”

You nod. “I know. I want you any way you offer.” You hook your leg around his waist. “Hard and rough, so slow and sweet, it doesn’t matter.”

“That’s too much.” He muzzles his face against your breasts. “You keep doing that to me.”

You giggle, feeling a bit smug. “Maybe I want to.” You run your fingers through his hair as his warm mouth suckles your breast. “Ilya,” you moan. “I want you, now.”

Ilya lifts his head. He brings you close and angles himself, watching as the tip of his cock disappears into you. You close your eyes, biting your lip as you feel him inside you. He stays shallow for a moment, then slowly moves in and pulls away. He moves in a little deeper, then pulls away. He lingers for a moment then, slowly, you take all of him inside.

You gasp out loud, tightening your inner walls around his shaft as he sinks within you. His low moan comes out as a rumble in his chest. “If you aren’t careful with that, I’ll come.”

You smile up at him as you open your eyes. “Just say when.”

Ilya snarls, pushing hard inside and making you cry out. “I can play that game too, love.” His fingers slide over your clit, rubbing it in soft circles. 

You bite down on your lip, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. His touch inside and outside of you feels like a good sort of overwhelming. Ilya easily moves you, rolling you all over that bed in order to prolong the morning. When he feels he might give in, he pulls out of you and situates the two of you in a new position. You’ll lay on your side while he places your leg over his shoulder and drives inside you. He’ll lay at your back and go in from behind. It’s this one you like best, able to feel him all over you while his kisses pepper the back of your neck.

“Ilya,” you moan. “Ilya!” Your voice becomes high and shuddering.

“I feel it.” His fingers rub your clit. “Come for me,” he moans into your ear. “Come for me.”

You throw your head back, losing your breath as Ilya’s affection pulls you under. You shudder, thrusting back as you gasp for relief. Iya goes harder, thrusting deep and staying there as he grinds his hips. Twitching and bucking, you thrust forward, crying out against his arm and the bed. You’re toppled like a ton of bricks, falling hard and crashing deep into the bed.

“Hey,” Ilya whispers into your ear. “Don’t leave me just yet.”

You look up sleepily at him, blinking a few times before he gently kisses you. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Ilya laughs. “I’m so tired.” He flops onto the bed beside you. “Maybe I wasn’t ready for that, but I don’t regret it.”

You curl up weakly beside him, your body drenched in sweat while every inch of you is  burning hot. Ilya puts his arm around you, then kisses the top of your head. 

“Top ten moments of my life,” he pants, “for sure.”

“Only ten?” You smirk up at him, pressing another kiss to his chest.

Ilya chuckles, his face flushed and his smile bright. “Top three.” He kisses you, wrapping the blanket back around the both of you. The kiss deepens and you cling to him.

You end up spending the morning and afternoon in bed, lazily kissing and making love until both of you are exhausted and hungry.

“I can order pizza,” you say. “Just let me find a phone.”

“Don’t leave me,” Ilya moans dramatically. “I can’t bear it.”

You start kissing again, forgetting all about your phone. “I guess we’ll die here.”

“Love,” Ilya whispers. “I have wanted to die here since that Christmas I spent with you.” he brushes your hair from your face and smiles brightly at you. “And I can’t wait to do it all of my life with you.”