Chapter 1
April 16, 2026 at 4:16 AM
What am I doing, Luca thought to himself as he watched Ilya pour himself a shot of vodka.
When Luca had agreed to come to a party at Ilya Rozanov’s house (well, Ilya and Shane’s), he hadn’t expected to be asked to stay after.
So here Luca was, sitting at the kitchen isle among a sea of dirty cups, panicking inwardly about the situation. Why had he agreed? What was he expecting to happen?
Shane was away at some photo shoot, surprisingly without Ilya. Since their coming out, they were rarely seen apart—where one went, the other followed. It was quite sweet, in Luca’s opinion. He hoped that one day he could have a relationship like that.
So when Ilya had said that he had been feeling lonely, Luca had wanted to show compassion and agreed to the offer to stay after the party without even thinking it through.
Gosh, he was such a loser. What if Ilya found him annoying? Luca wouldn’t call himself cool—he was socially awkward at best.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Ilya walking up to him. A finger under his chin took him back to the present, and Luca was met with Ilya’s eyes that gazed right into his soul. Or at least it felt like it.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Ilya.
“Nothing,” Luca quickly said, shifting under the attention.
“You’re cute when you’re lying.”
Luca’s eyes widened at Ilya’s directness. He should be used to it—the Centaur’s captain was quite famous for his playful persona, but compliments, no matter if true, always made Luca squirm in discomfort.
“You look like a cat when you think hard,” said Ilya unexpectedly and, to Luca’s astonishment, booped Luca’s nose. “Sweet kotik.”
Luca’s cheeks got warm, and he looked down in embarrassment. The pet name stirred something in him that he’d never felt before.
“One thing is missing,” said Ilya and disappeared in the bedroom. A drawer opened and things clanged against each other as Ilya rummaged through it.
Luca kept his head down, still slightly confused about the situation. He was in Ilya Rozanov’s house. TheIlya Rozanov who was basically a god in hockey world that everyone gushed about, especially women. Luca wasn’t any better though—Ilya’s poster in his childhood bedroom spoke for itself.
Luca was… well, Luca. There wasn’t anything special about him, but Ilya still had invited him. What did Ilya want with Luca?
“Found it!” Ilya came back with something that looked like a headband. Luca didn’t have much time to take a look properly before it was put on his head. Luca’s mind short-circuited while Ilya was arranging his hair around the headband.
The Russian took a step back and looked at Luca critically. The younger man tried not to squirm as Ilya’s gaze was burning a fiery trial on Luca’s skin.
“Better,” said Ilya, clearly pleased with himself.
A hand closed around Luca’s wrist when his hand went towards the new accessory on his head. “No, don’t touch,” Ilya’s voice sounded stern, and it sent shivers down Luca’s spine. His wrist was burning at the contact, but he didn’t want to get away and instead wished for the touch to last forever.
There was a tug at his wrist. “Come with me.” Ilya started to lead him towards the bedroom.
When realization hit, Luca stopped in his tracks. “Wait, I—” Words were lost on him, apprehension gripping at his throat.
Ilya stopped too, fortunately. He took Luca’s hand in his and caressed it with his thumb, the motion soothing to Luca’s frantic heartbeat.
With a knowing look, Ilya said, “Is okay. We don’t have to do anything.” Luca’s nerves calmed a fraction, then Ilya added, “But if you want to, then come.” The man took a step towards the bedroom.
Luca didn’t think too long before following Ilya. On the inside though, different scenarios were still running through his head. He didn’t have much experience in sex, and Ilya had a certain reputation in which surely laid some truth. What am I even supposed to do?
The bedroom was simple in design—beige wallpaper, a king-sized bed with dark blue pillows on it and a fuzzy rug underneath. The lamps gave a warm glow that didn’t feel overwhelming and created a cozy atmosphere. There were pictures on the walls, probably photos, but no matter how much Luca squinted, he couldn’t see them well from his position.
Ilya moved a small table closer to the bed. He set up a tablet on it and clicked something on it. Luca waited nearby, unsure if he should sit down, but there wasn’t any chair in sight, only the bed.
“I’m calling Shane,” said Ilya and looked at Luca. “Come here.” He patted the bed beside him.
When Luca was about to sit down, hands grabbed his waist and he was moved so quickly that he got dizzy. When his mind came back online, he realized that he was sitting in Ilya’s lap, the man embracing him from behind.
“Okay?” Ilya asked.
“Y-yeah.” Luca’s heart was beating so fast that he worried that Ilya could feel it.
The call on the tablet connected, and Shane’s face appeared on the screen. The glasses on his nose were the first thing Luca noticed. With plain white T-shirt and his hair not styled Shane looked incredibly soft, a version Luca had never seen before.
The man looked confused at first, but then his face lit up when he spotted Ilya.
“So you’ve finally made your move,” said Shane. He didn’t sound mad at all, his gaze soft. Luca could swear that it almost looked fond.
“Because you were taking too long, Ilya said, which got him a 'Fuck off' from Shane. “So I caught you a cute cat.” Ilya grinned and petted Luca’s head.
What the fuck, Luca thought to himself.
“I can see that,” Shane said. “Since when do we have cat ears?”
“Since yesterday,” Ilya replied matter-of-factly.
Shane scoffed. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“And you love it.”
Luca sat through the back-and-forth, trying to figure out what his place was in all of this. He didn’t want to come between the two men, and he hoped he wouldn’t be treated like something to be discarded later, never spoken about in the future.
Luca’s skin felt hot, and his pants had gotten tighter. Ilya’s breath tickled Luca’s skin on his neck, raising goosebumps on the surface.
Ilya’s lips were nearly touching Luca’s ear now. “Get down on your knees,” the man whispered, the voice making Luca even more hot and bothered.
Before he could overthink, he got down onto the plush carpet rather clumsily, too aware that both men were watching him. He tilted his head up and was met with Ilya’s heated gaze. From this perspective, in the dim light, the man looked like a god, with his tanned skin and broad shoulders.
“I want you to suck me,” the Russian said.
Luca swallowed. He was out of his depth here, completely clueless what he should do.
His struggle must have been obvious because Ilya cupped his cheek. “Just do what I say, okay?”
Luca took a deep breath and relaxed. He could do this.
Ilya took Luca’s glasses off gently, and Luca blinked in surprise as the world got blurry around the edges.
“We should keep them safe for later,” the man explained. Then he took Luca’s chin in his hand and his thumb caressed Luca’s lower lip. “Open.”
The younger man’s lips parted, and the thumb slipped inside. The finger pressed down on his tongue lightly, not going too deep. Luca licked it experimentally, which resulted in a sharp inhale above him.
“Fuck.” Shane’s voice sounded strained.
“Suck it,” said Ilya.
Luca followed the command. For now, the whole thing wasn’t so bad as he had thought it could be. His mind quietened as he focused on sucking and licking the finger.
“Good kotik.” The praise sent sparks straight to Luca’s dick. He shifted in discomfort.
The thumb left his mouth, and he nearly whined in disappointment, but he stopped himself at the last moment with mortification. He wouldn’t live it down if he had made a sound like that.
“Isn’t he cute?” Ilya asked, looking at Luca with obvious desire.
“He is,” Shane replied, breathless.
“Too bad you can’t play together.”
Shane chuckled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Ilya without much thinking.
“Next time.”
Next time? The mere thought nearly brought Luca to completion. They both wanted him? Different scenarios ran through his head, all making his heart beat faster in excitement.
“It seems our kotik would like it,” Ilya said, amusement coloring his words. Luca looked down in embarrassment. A finger under his chin forced his head back up. He watched mesmerized and full of nerves as Ilya unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. The length was probably average, but to Luca it looked massive. How was he supposed to fit the whole length in his throat? His head spun at the mere thought.
“Hey"—a hand cupped Luca’s cheek—"we’ll go slow,” said Ilya. Luca was grateful for his perceptiveness because, at this point, he was beyond words.
“Just lick it now,” said Ilya.
Luca shuffled closer to Ilya’s crotch and licked the cock head experimentally. It was soft and tasted a little bit of sweat, nothing revolting though. He licked a trail from the root to the tip and gave a gentle suck to the head at the end. Ilya’s muscles tensed, then relaxed—Luca took it as a success.
“Good kotik. Now try to take it deeper.” Ilya’s hand went to the back of Luca’s head to guide it, and Luca feared that the man would push him down on his cock. Fortunately, nothing like that happened—the hand just rested there. It felt really nice.
Luca tried to follow Ilya’s direction but gagged as soon as the cock pressed further on his tongue. His head shot up and he coughed.
“Easy. Not everything at once.” Ilya stroked Luca’s head. “Reminds me of someone.” He smirked and winked at Shane who was probably glaring at him. Luca didn’t know because he was trying to get himself under control.
After half a minute, Ilya tugged Luca’s head back towards his cock. “Slow, yes? Breathe through your nose.”
This time Luca was much more careful. He gave a lot of attention to the cock head, licking and sucking at it. With every bob of his head he tried to take more of the length.
“Such a sweet kotik,” said Ilya, voice breathless. His hand stroked Luca’s hair while the younger man bobbed his head awkwardly. Was he doing it right? It felt like his movements were too sloppy to bring any pleasure, only creating a mess. He choked on nearly every downward move, spitting more drool on his chin. But Ilya didn’t say anything, his head tilted back and eyes closed. The hand in Luca’s hair was gripping the blond strands tightly, but the pain only encouraged him further. Luca could only last so long though before his jaw started aching.
Ilya still hadn’t come, so Luca was determined to push through the discomfort. He sucked at the head, then tried to take the cock deeper. Tears pooled in his eyes as he gagged, but he didn’t relent.
It was Ilya who pulled Luca’s head away. “Enough.”
Luca coughed and tried to wipe the drool from his face. “But you didn’t come,” he said, confused. His voice sounded wrecked, his throat aching from taking down Ilya’s cock.
Ilya shook his head, a small smile dancing on his lips. “It takes me some time. Not your fault, kotik.”
Luca blushed. He didn’t fully believe Ilya’s words about it not being his poor technique’s fault but decided to let it go.
“I think he deserves some reward, don’t you?” Ilya looked at the tablet’s screen where Shane was watching them with rapt attention, his skin flushed. The normally stoic man was clearly affected by the spectacle before him.
“Take you clothes off,” the words were directed towards Luca this time.
With Ilya’s help, Luca stood up slowly, his knees protesting at the movement. Pins and needles spread through his legs and he winced at the sensation. He felt self-conscious as more and more of his skin got uncovered with every clothing that landed on the floor. A shiver went through his body that had nothing to do with feeling cold.
“All of it,” said Ilya when he saw that Luca hesitated at his briefs. The man was still clothed and made no move to change it.
Why did Luca find it kind of hot?
When his briefs joined the pile on the floor, Ilya motioned for him to come closer. He stepped between Ilya’s legs, and the man gripped his hips. The touch felt electric. His erection was at a perfect height for Ilya to wrap his lips around it.
“Beautiful,” said Ilya, and as if he had read Luca’s thoughts, he sucked gently at Luca’s cock. The younger man gasped and would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Ilya’s strong grip. It didn’t take long for him to reach the edge, but before he could fall over it, Ilya stopped his ministrations. Luca stifled a disappointed whine.
“On the bed, kotik,” said Ilya.
Luca shivered. So this was happening. Anticipation made his hands tremble. He lied down on the soft sheets, careful not to dislodge the cat ears on his head, and observed the other man.
Luca had seen Ilya naked hundreds of times before in the team’s locker room, but it never stirred anything deeper in Luca. Sure, he had eyes and could tell that the man was hot, and he had thrown a glance or two, but it ended there. Now though, the very sight of Ilya’s body made desire flow through Luca’s body like molten lava.
“Seeing something you like?” asked Ilya, clearly pleased with the attention.
“Y‐yeah,” said Luca, his mouth dry.
Ilya knelt over him, the golden cross twinkling. This close, the man was even more striking.
He reached out somewhere over Luca’s head and came back with familiar-looking glasses. He handled them as gently as before and soon Luca’s world gained back its sharpness.
“They stay on,” said Ilya with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Shane chuckled from next to them. “You have a strange taste, Rozanov.”
Ilya shrugged. “I like cute things.”
Something twisted in Luca at being called that. It was new but definitely not unpleasant. Maybe even welcomed?
“Now my turn,” said Ilya and dove for Luca’s cock before the younger man could get any word out.
Luca moaned as Ilya’s skilled tongue swirled over his hard length, and his hands twisted in the silken sheets, desperate for something to hold on to. He jolted as Ilya’s hand fondled his balls, the touch surprisingly pleasurable. Waves of need crashed through his body, and after an embarrassingly short time, Luca was ready to shoot again. Just as the last time though, Ilya stopped the stimulation and watched as Luca’s cock twitched against his belly.
When the high passed, Ilya continued to tease. Luca whined as his cock was being stroked slowly, the stimulation not enough for Luca to come. He needed more.
Ilya grinned, and the glint of mischief in his eyes promised nothing good.
“So impatient,” he teased, and Luca blushed. “Just like you, no?” The words were meant for Shane.
“Fuck you,” came through the screen, making Ilya smile even wider. Shane sounded breathless.
Another faster stroke to Luca’s cock had Luca moaning in pleasure. He didn’t know if he could take another edge—he would lose his mind.
Something touched his rim and he jolted. He looked down his body and met Ilya’s eyes that observed him keenly. Luca felt his erection flagging a little despite the hand wrapped around it.
“Scared?” asked Ilya.
Luca shook his head. It wasn’t the whole story. He took a deep breath and steeled himself. “I… I just don’t like it.”
He had given it a try a few times, using a dildo he had bought just for this, but every attempt was so uncomfortable for him that it ended inevitably with him losing all interest whatsoever.
Luca closed his eyes and waited for rejection.
“Okay, we won’t do this.” The words made Luca stare at Ilya in disbelief.
Just like that, no questions asked? That was almost too good to be true.
“I’m sorry,” said Luca because it felt right.
Ilya didn’t answer right away and stared at him. The attention made Luca squirm.
“We won’t do anything you don’t want,” said Ilya slowly. “Okay?” he asked, making sure the message was understood. Luca nodded, the answer satisfactory enough for the Russian.
“Where were we?” asked Ilya rhetorically and started stroking Luca’s cock again, bringing it back to full hardness.
“Please,” the word tore from Luca’s throat.
“Look, he has manners,” said Ilya towards Shane.
“And you’re an asshole,” Shane shot back but it lacked any real heat.
A thumb massaged Luca’s tip, stimulating the oversensitive nerves. Luca tossed and turned, pleasure overwhelming his senses. If he didn’t come now, he would die for sure.
“A meow for an orgasm.” Ilya’s voice came through the haze of Luca’s mind.
“What?” Luca asked confused.
“Meow if you want to come.” Ilya smirked.
Luca blushed, mortified that he was seriously considering the request. This must have been Ilya’s plan all along—get Luca so desperate that he would throw his dignity out of the window.
Unfortunately, the plan worked.
“Meow,” said Luca and turned his face to hide in the pillow. He couldn’t bear to look at Ilya’s smug face right now. It would be best if the ground swallowed him whole.
Ilya sped up his movements, bringing Luca back to the edge, but this time, he kept on stroking the cock. Luca shouted as come spurted from his tip, the much-awaited orgasm crashing through him. It was so much at once that he blacked out for a few minutes.
When he back came to his senses, Ilya’s arms were around him, the man’s body warming his back. The cum on his stomach had been cleaned up as well as his face. The obvious care made Luca smile.
“You were so good, kotik,” Ilya said, his voice full of admiration.
“So were you,” Luca replied. His body felt boneless and pleasantly numb. He could sleep for a hundred years.
They both lay in silence for a while, enjoying the coziness. Unfortunately, Luca’s mind didn’t stay quiet for long, coming up with a lot of questions he didn’t have answers to. What next? was the most prominent one.
“Is this a one time thing?” Luca blurted out, ruining the moment, but he needed to know. “Because I can go and forget abou—”
A finger on his lips stooped the rambling. Ilya arranged them so that they lay on their sides, facing each other. Then he asked, “Do you want it to be a one time thing?”
Luca took a deep breath. The answer came to him easily. “No,” he admitted and closed his eyes, ready for rejection.
Ilya nudged his arm. “Then we’d love to continue.”
Luca’s head shot up so fast that he got dizzy. He stared at the man before him, utterly speechless.
Seeing his reaction, Ilya added, “Me and Shane watched you for a while. “You’re cute and we’d love to get to know you more.”
They both want me? Luca couldn’t believe his ears.
“Besides, my husband really liked the show.”
Luca blushed as Ilya chuckled.
The Russian kissed his forehead and brought him closer to himself. “Sleep now. We’ll talk later.”
Normally, it would take a lot more for Luca to fall asleep, but after such an eventful evening, he could feel sleep trying to pull him under. Before he drifted off, one thought went through his mind:
I really want it.
