An evening out for ill_take_bottom

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After the conclusion of their adventures in Istanbul, the three spies had been sent to the American city. Waverly informed them that this would be the new headquarters of the fledgling U.N.C.L.E. agency. Illya had only been there for a few weeks and was still learning his way around New York. He spent some of his spare time studying maps of the city, so the little cafe was fairly easy to find. It was only a short distance from U.N.C.L.E.'s new headquarters.

He went inside and took a seat in a booth by the window. Cowboy was no where to be seen. He had arrived ahead of Solo. The waitress sauntered over and offered him coffee. "Tea, please. With lemon." She gave him a funny look and a menu. She returned a minute or so later with a cup of hot black tea with a wedge of lemon on the side. He got another funny look from her when he told her he would wait to order until his companion had arrived.

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Illya grinned, brushing his leg against Solo's beneath the table. "Where you plan on corrupting me further with your decadent American ways, of course."

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"I don't hear you complaining too much about that prospect." He teased, pressing into the touch a bit before pulling his wallet out so he could pay for their meal.

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"No, no complaint. It is great opportunity to study your decadent American ways," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

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"Oh I'll show you plenty of decadent American ways." He said before motioning the waitress over and paying the check. "Come on. Lets get out of here."

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"I look forward to it," he said with a grin slipping out of the booth and buttoning his jacket. "Lead the way." He had not been to Solo's flat before. Illya was very interested to see it. You could tell a lot from how a man organized his personal space.

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He led the way back to his flat, thankful that it wasn't too far away. He smiled back at him, winking playfully as he unlocked the door and led Illya inside. Surprisingly enough, even for being known as a thief and his reputation for enjoying opulence, Napoleon's flat was actually not very flashy. The furniture was nice, but not over the top, meant for comfort over looks.

The place was neat, with very few personal effects. A handful of art, but nothing high end. He turned once the door was shut, pulling Illya in and pressing their lips together.

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Illya looked around the room when he stepped inside. He was a little surprised that it wasn't a bit more lavish. Then there was no more time for looking. Solo's lips were on his, their bodies pressed together.

He automatically took a step backward, and his back was pressed against the door. Illya was only a few inches taller than the American, but he found himself sinking a little to better fit into Solo's embrace. His hands roamed Solo's back sliding down to his ass.

"You do not waste time. I like this," Illya panted when their lips parted.

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He followed when Illya moved back, pinning him against the door before cupping his face and sliding hands into his hair. He groaned softly, huffing a bit before pushing back into his hands when they were on his ass.

"Why would I waste time now? I've finally got you here." He breathed against his lips, staring into his eyes before licking his own lips. He smiled, taking a step back so he could remove his jacket, laying it neatly over the back of a chair, then his fingers started working at the buttons of his shirt.

"I've been waiting for this. For the right moment to find out if you were interested. I didn't want to get hit...or lose your friendship if you weren't."

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Illya took the opportunity to unzip his jacket and put it on the back of a chair as well.

"I have been interested... For a while." Since Rome actually, and when Solo had saved him from drowning. Though after the American had been with Victoria so enthusiastically, Illya had been sure that Solo would not be interested in him. "But I am accustomed to keeping... My desires hidden." Except when it came to Gaby. Those he could express without alerting his handlers to his other interests. Illya peeled off his turtleneck and folded it neatly, setting it on top of his jacket.

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He watched Illya, licking his lips slowly before reaching out to grab his hand and drag him closer. As soon as he had the man closer he pressed against him, pressing their lips together again before deepening the kiss with a moan.

He moved, slowly working them towards the bedroom with a smile. He hummed, biting at his lower lip.

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Illya let Solo lead them in the direction of the bedroom. Kissing and groping his partner all the while. It only just occurred to him that they would have a true partnership. This was a pleasant surprise after their initial relationship had started out being very adversarial.

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Once they had reached the bedroom he moved his hands down, deftly undoing Illya's pants and pushing them down. He slowly teased his fingertips over the taller man's cock, smirking and raising an eyebrow before dropping down to his knees and engulfing his cock while staring up at him.

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Illya laughed as Solo pushed his pants off his hips before dropping to his knees.

"Bozhe moy," he gasped as his partner took his cock in his mouth and started to suck him. "I thought you might be kidding when you said you were hungry for Russian."

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Napoleon hummed as he looked up at Illya, slowly bobbing his head. His hands slid up the man's thighs, gripping tightly and squeezing.

He closed his eyes after a moment, reaching for the other man's hands and guiding them to his head, encouraging him to do as he wished.

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Illya looked down, watching his hardening cock disappear and reappear between Solo's lips. Intense blue eyes looking up at him. His breath was taken away. His hands went where they were bid, long fingers diving into those thick soft curls.

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Napoleon let out a soft growl, turning his head a bit to lean into the touches. His hands went back to the man's hips, grasping firmly and squeezing tightly before he started bobbing his head once more, faster now. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked harder as well.

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Illya groaned as Solo's growl vibrated along his cock and seemed to go straight up his spine. He rolled his hips, starting to thrust into his partner's mouth. He swore softly in Russian, biting his lip. It seemed as if Solo really was eager to make him come quickly.

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He gave a moan of encouragement at the way Illya started thrusting, closing his eyes for a moment to savor the feel before his eyes shot open again. He didn't want to take his eyes off the Russian's face, staring up at him and groaning.

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Illya's eyes were closed. Taking the invitation, he thrust a little deeper down Solo's throat. He did not press Solo's head to go deeper, but kept his hands soft in his hair. He did not have a need to be rough with his partner. Illya could already feel his cock hitting the back of Solo's throat. "Da..."

He opened his eyes to see Solo looking up at his face and his legs trembled, "Solo, ya idu..."

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He moaned around him more, pulling back slowly, staring up at Illya before speaking, voice rough. "Zatem sdelat' yego." And with that he engulfed the man again, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing out as he swallowed him down in earnest.

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Illya didn't need much encouragement. He thrust into Solo's mouth with renewed vigor. It did not take long however, before he gave Solo what he wanted. Swearing in Russian, he came deep Solo's throat.

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There was a deep shudder that ran through his body, enjoying the thrusting before humming once again, feeling the other lose control before he started swallowing swiftly.

Once Illya was done he pulled back, smiling like the cat that got the cream so to speak. "That was...an amazing dessert." He teased, winking.

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"If I'd known you were this hungry for Russian, I might not have made you wait so long." Illya panted out a laugh looking down at his partner's very satisfied expression. "Get up here, Cowboy. We are not finished yet."

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Napoleon laughed before standing up and raising an eyebrow in a playful challenge. "Hmm and just what have you got planned for me now, Peril?" He asked teasingly, stripping off his shirt and carefully tossing it over a chair in his room.

"Not that I'm worried. Or complaining. Personally, I hope we won't be finished for at least a couple of hours."

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Illya laughed too, "At least." He reached for the waistband of Solo's trousers. Pulling the American toward him, he started to unbutton them. "You are a little over dressed for what I have in mind." He was a little surprised to see how muscular Solo was. The expensive suits he wore hid a lot.