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 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.

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"Only a little? Disappointing." He teased, leaning in to press a kiss to the other man's lips, letting himself be disrobed. He knew just how vulnerable he was with the other, but it showed in just how easily he stood there, letting the Russian do as he pleased.

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"Do not worry, this can be easily remedied," Illya said between hungry kisses. He unbuckled Solo's belt and pulled it off. Followed by unzipping the American's trousers and letting the soft fabric slip from his hips. He stoked Solo's cock beneath the thin fabric of his underwear as he walked him back toward the bed.

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He groaned, holding onto the Russian and then slowly rocking into his touch. "Illya..." He moaned, pressing their foreheads together and just staring into his eyes.

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Illya smiled and kissed Solo, looking into his beautiful eyes. Then pushed him back and down on the bed, peeling his underwear off and tossing it on the floor. He got up on the bed and laid down, pulling Solo close and resuming his exploration with hands and lips.

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He arched his hips off the bed, chuckling softly and raising an eyebrow. "Like what you see, Peril?" He asked before being pulled close. He wrapped his arms around the larger man, easily rolling them so that he was sitting astride him.

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"Very much, Cowboy," he chuckled running hands up Solo's strong thighs. Eyes following his hands as he traced the contours of Solo's impressive physique. As if Solo could not tell from the look on his face how much Illya desired him. "Very much indeed," he said taking Solo's cock in hand and stroking it while he looked up at his partner's face. He grinned, "You going to ride me, Cowboy?"

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"Is that what you're hoping for? To have me ride you?" He asked, shifting his hips just right so that the Russian's cock slid just right between his ass cheeks, raising an eyebrow and smirking down at him.

He was flushed with pleasure though, the hand on his cock making him moan.

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Illya groaned, feeling his cock rub against Solo's ass. He looked up at Cowboy's smirk, "I am hoping for much more than that. But it would be good start."

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"I'm all yours, Peril." He teased, still rocking his hips and grinding down against the man more firmly. He bent down, kissing him deeply and biting at his lower lip. He licked into his mouth, trying to deepen the kiss even more.

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He opened his mouth, letting Solo deepen the kiss, moaning against Cowboy's lips. With his partner grinding down upon him, he couldn't continue to stroke him. Slipping his hand out, he ran his hands down Solo's broad back.

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Napoleon shifted, still grinding down against him, trying to get more. He wanted to feel the other man inside him, feeling like he was going crazy from the teasing for both of them. He nipped at Illya's lips, smiling against them. "C'mon, Peril."

He stretched a bit, digging into the bedside table and grabbing a small bottle of oil. He moved, shoving the bottle into his hand.