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It was agonizing. Jeremy hated taking it slow. He wanted it fast and hard, he wanted to be brainless. Ivan had different plans.
Jeremy was sitting on Ivan's lap. Ivan had an iron grip on his hips. His cock was deep, deep inside him, hard and huge. He could see a small bump in his flat stomach, right under his belly button, and it was driving him insane. He wanted to cry and scream. "Ivan..."
"What's up?" He answered so nonchalantly, Jeremy couldn't stand it. He let go of his hip, reached over for a book. It was unbearable.
"I'm going to die." Jeremy rested his head on Ivan's shoulder and tried to control his breathing, but it was hard. He could hear Ivan flipping to the next page of the book. "How many pages will you... How long?"
"I don't know yet. It's pretty interesting, so it might be a while." He squeezed Jeremy's other hip. He knew he had to keep him in place, he already tried fucking himself on it, grinding, riding him. Ivan wasn't going to let him win. "Be a good, patient boy."
"Please, daddy..." He whispered against Ivan's neck. Now that they've done this a couple of times, he started to pick up on what Ivan liked. His neck and back were the most sensitive. He wrapped his hands around Ivan, scratching his back just a little. He was bored and annoyed, he had to entertain himself somehow. Even with all of that, he heard Ivan turn the page again. Jeremy was running out of ideas. He was mindlessly tracing his hands up and down Ivan's back, trying to distract himself from how good the thick hair on Ivan's stomach felt brushing against his dick. He didn't know how much time had passed, he stopped counting the turning pages and zoned out completely. His legs were starting to go numb from being in the same position for so long.
Jeremy couldn't even make a sound when Ivan suddenly laid down on his back. His legs were stiff, it hurt when Ivan spread them a bit. He looked at him with wide eyes, questioning if he was finally, finally going to get fucked. "My back was starting to hurt. I'm sure you can last a little longer." He picked up the book again. If Jeremy had the ability to disobey him, he'd slap it out of his hand. He could only think about it, though. The book was covering Ivan's face. Jeremy couldn't even read the back of it, since it was all in Russian. He focused on the Cyrillic, letters all melting into one no matter how hard he tried to decipher them. It took him a while to notice the lack of Ivan's hand on his hip. He could move, but then he wouldn't be a good boy, and he couldn't stand the thought of disappointing Ivan. It was almost as if Ivan could read his mind, his free hand was tracing up and down Jeremy's side comfortingly. "Almost done with this chapter. You're doing so well, baby. Why don't you..." He pushed him down gently, Jeremy's back meeting Ivan's slightly raised knees. His thighs were wide enough to be comfortable, and the slight shift of the angle made Jeremy gasp. The praise was enough to put him back in the proper headspace, only thinking about Ivan, his touch, his smell, his cock. He looked down at his stomach again, the bump even more visible than it was before. His mouth watered.
"Can I touch it?" He asked, his shaky hand already hovering over it. Ivan hummed something that sounded close enough to yes, so Jeremy touched. Gently, with the tips of his fingers. He felt so full, filled to the brim. He pressed down a bit, making himself whine. "Mhh-, daddy..." His dick was fully hard again, this was probably a mistake... Jeremy wanted to test Ivan's limits again. He moved his hips, not getting any reaction. He held his breath in not to moan as he repeated the motion. Ivan had to be aware of this, just hiding it well. The tips of Jeremy's fingers were now digging into Ivan's stomach, using it as a leverage. He didn't know when he started lifting up and dropping down his cock, his mind way too hazy to register anything.
Ivan closed the book and threw it to the other side of the bed, taking Jeremy out of his haze. His eyes were deep and dark, Jeremy realized he'd been waiting for this just as much as he was. Jeremy couldn't even process how quickly they switched places, Ivan was now on top of him. His thighs were pressed against his chest, he didn't know he could be this flexible in the first place. Ivan held them firmly in place. Jeremy felt empty and weird now without Ivan's cock inside him. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" Ivan asked him, smiling in that annoying way Jeremy hated so much. He let go of Jeremy's left leg to position his dick right against him. Jeremy was shaking, a mixture of excitement and annoyance.
"Yes, yes, please!" Jeremy never felt this desperate before. His mind went completely blank when Ivan's cock was inside him again, arching his back and clawing at the sheets when he started moving. "Yes, don't stop sir, please..."
"God, you're perfect. Taking me so well. Precious boy." Ivan kissed his neck, moving up to his jaw and finally his lips. Jeremy loved kissing him, loved it when Ivan shoved his tongue in his mouth and took complete control over him.
"I wanna- need to cum, can I-" He whimpered, looking at Ivan pleadingly. He was hard to the point of it being painful, he really needed it.
"You can, but I'm not done with you yet." Ivan's voice sent shivers down Jeremy's entire body.
That was all Jeremy needed to hear. He could swear he saw stars when he finally came, he didn't even need to touch himself to finish. It was intense. He was quickly brought back to earth by Ivan, who was still pounding into him. Everything was cloudy, too much, not enough. "Daddy!" He wrapped his arms around Ivan, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck. "So big, daddy..." He heard Ivan exhale loudly, then felt him stop. He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking out of Jeremy. It was weird, but he didn't hate the feeling. Ivan massaged his sore thighs, letting them rest on the bed.
"Can we keep going? Not too tired?"
"Mhm..." Jeremy was not in the right mindset to speak. He liked that Ivan asked if he wanted to keep going, even though he didn't really have to do so. The answer was pretty obvious, his cock was still hard and sensitive, his mind not empty enough.
"On your stomach. Hips up."
Jeremy groaned, but followed the instructions immediately. He expected to feel Ivan's cock slide into him again, not his tongue. He shoved his face into the pillow. So embarrassing. Embarrassing enough when he does it before they fuck, unbearable when he came inside him a few minutes ago. Jeremy's sobs get muffled by the pillow, no matter how embarrassed he is, the pleasure takes him over. Ivan knows exactly what to do with his tongue, and Jeremy can't stand it. He felt dirty for enjoying it, even if it's nothing compared to the things they've done before. His cock is hard and dripping, he can't cum from just this. Ivan is teasing him again. "You're doing it a- again..." He turned his head a little, so his voice wasn't as muffled.
Ivan stopped. "Doing what?" His hands traveled all the way up to Jeremy's shoulders. They're warm and nice and comforting. Jeremy sighed. He gets turned to lay on his side, Ivan's chest pressed up against his back. He slid his cock in, Jeremy whimpered. Ivan placed small kisses on his neck. One of his hands was holding Jeremy's thigh up, allowing him to go deeper. The other one was wrapped around his chest, squeezing it. Another embarrassing thing Jeremy hated so much. He was insecure about his chest, and Ivan was aware of it, so he put as much attention to it as he could. "You love when I play with your cute tits, don't you, baby?" His voice was deep, and his words were unbearable. More squeezing. Jeremy craved it.
Jeremy was getting too tired to move and keep his eyes open. His body wasn't used to this amount of exercise. "Need to... Please..." He whispered, but Ivan knew what to do anyway. His hand covered most of Jeremy's cock, and that alone made him finish after just a few strokes. His mind felt like a sponge and his body felt like jelly. Overwhelmingly warm on the inside, then empty when Ivan pulled out. Jeremy blindly feels the bed around him, but he can’t reach Ivan. "Hold me..."
"I was going to clean you up, sweetheart. I'd be right back." Jeremy felt him sit back down on the bed. "A bath would be nice, don't you think?" He brushed Jeremy's sweaty bangs away from his forehead.
"Later." Admittedly, a bath did sound nice, but Jeremy didn't want to leave the bed yet. Ivan's bed was so soft and big. He heard the man chuckle.
"Okay then. Later." He laid back down, pulling Jeremy close to his chest. "You were very good today. My good boy." He kissed the top of his head, and Jeremy's mind was swimming, replaying everything that happened. Maybe Ivan was annoying at times, but at the end it still felt rewarding.