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“Hi, kids.” Io waved, her eyes shut as she smiled affectionately. “How was school?” She asked, putting two bowls of spicy ramen on the table, adding a boiled egg on the side of Till’s bowl.
“Thanks, mom.” He kissed her cheek in greeting. “It was good.”
“I’m glad to hear.” She patted his head, staring at her son in amusement. “Well, I’ll be on my way. You boys enjoy the ramen I made you.”
“Thank you, mom!” Ivan grinned, sitting down across from Till and slurping his ramen, his little fang accidentally sticking out as he ate.
Io left the two alone, looking back at them at the top of the stairs before finally ascending back to her room.
Meanwhile, the two boys bickered over where they would go to celebrate their anniversary.
“I’m just saying, you going to a museum is a stupid idea! You don’t even like art that much to go looking for it!” Till objected, biting into his egg.
“But I know you would!”
“This anniversary is about us, not about me!”
“You’re so mean to me.” Ivan leaned back in his chair.
“Whatever. You like it when I’m mean to you.”
“I miss when you were really nice to me. When you gave me food and wanted to kiss me.”
Till blushed, reaching over and smacking his arm. “You know that is not true! I would never want to kiss you!”
“See? So mean.”
“Shut up.” He barked, slurping on his ramen noodles. “We’re going to the park. We can bring food on Saturday and not have to worry about the price. And don't say you would pay for my meal, or else I’ll rip your head off.” He warned him, narrowing his eyes at Ivan. He held up his hands in defeat, assuring Till he wouldn’t. “Good.” He concluded, chewing on some meat on the side of the bowl.
“...I have another present for you.” Ivan revealed.
“Another one?? Ivan, I didn’t even get you anything!”
“It’s fine! I just knew you would like this one…” He rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a shaky hand holding a tin box of colored pencils. He placed them on the table, giving Till a lopsided smile. He scratched the side of his cheek, unsure of what to say. “I-I know you don’t really like coloring your drawings because you don’t have good colored pencils…so…”
“I feel like a jerk.”
Ivan frowned. “Why? You didn’t have to buy me anything! And I know that you like it when I buy you personalized gifts, so I thought I would try.”
Tears rolled down Tills cheeks, glaring at Ivan while hugging his gift. His cheeks puffed out like a little chipmunk, flushed red. “You like seeing me like this, don’t you??”
Ivan paused, blushing. “What??”
“See?? I knew it!”
“That wasn’t even my intention!”
Till stood up, slurping the broth up and bringing it over to the kitchen. “You pervert!" He chugged on a bottle of water, crushing the bottle and throwing it in the trash.
“That wasn’t even my intention–!” Ivan repeated, only for Till to cut him off with a silencing kiss. He closed his eyes and leaned into him, tasting the slight ramen on his lips. He followed along with Till, both entering the kitchen without him realizing.
“Did you know,” Till began as Ivan lifted him up on the counter, ignoring his wandering hands and continuing to speak. “That I was only nice to you because I wanted to annoy you?”
“You could never annoy me.” Ivan whispered, crouching down on the floor, his head in between Till’s legs.
“I know that now.” He rolled his eyes, reaching out and playing with Ivan’s wavy hair. “I wanted to piss you off and be clingy, since you usually liked it when I was mean to you.” He mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched Ivan kiss each of his knees, shivering each time he landed a peck on them.
“I like you all the time.”
“S-shut up.” Till lifted up his shirt to his mouth, biting the fabric as he watched his boyfriend’s hands unzip his jeans, pulling down his boxers slightly.
“So sensitive.” Ivan purred, teasing him slightly and pressing his thumb against Till’s dick. He whimpered at the intimate touch, his grip on his shirt tightening slightly.
“I barely even touched you.” Ivan baited him, pressing a tender kiss on the tip. Finally, after a few kisses and Till’s grip on his hair growing tighter, he opened his mouth and allowed him some release.
Till moaned, silencing himself by pressing his shirt’s collar onto his lips. Ivan’s head quickly bobbed up and down, not bothering to wait for Till to be ready for him or not. He reacted frantically, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and letting out soft cries of pleasure.
“I-Ivan—“
“Hm?” Ivan murmured, the vibration of his voice sending Till to cum into his mouth, biting his lip hard enough to leave a small mark.
He gulped it all down, refusing to let any cum fall out his mouth. “You taste so fucking sweet, Tilly.”
“Ah, don’t say that!” Till blushed, lightly cleaning himself up before Ivan helped him pull his clothes back on. “Come on, before my mom realizes what we’re doing.”
Ivan wrapped his arms around Till’s waist, pulling him in close. Nuzzling his head in Till’s neck, he whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Till sighed, even as a tiny smile appeared on his lips, loving every bit of his clingy boyfriend.