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Luka is the first one awake after the show. He’d fled the scene after the two fell asleep together, cuddled together like lovers would. He’d, of course, done Ivan a favor by taking photo after photo of Till’s sleeping face, curled into Ivan’s bare chest. He’s sure that Ivan would appreciate it, it was almost like a cherry on top to the video. He’d made himself scarce to sleep, not wanting to flee the scene quite yet. What if he missed the morning after show as well?
There, unfortunately, was no morning after show.
Luka had been in the kitchen nursing a sickly sweet cup of coffee when the messages from Ivan started pouring in—irritated yet enthralled. Luka knew Ivan appreciated the gift, even if he failed to give him proper thanks. No matter. The true prize was watching the act, after all. He understands why Till is the object of Ivan’s obsessions.
He wants a taste.
Ivan is away— busy , most likely, as the door quietly opens and shuts. Uh oh! Ivan really should have taken him sooner, to avoid this whole mess. After all, who all will be able to look at him while he’s out there? Gaze upon his flesh that so rightfully belonged to Ivan? Luka shakes his head as he places the half empty mug on the counter, pushing off of it to land on the floor.
What a shame, really.
Luka hums to himself as he walks down the hall to Ivan’s study—hah, “study,” as if there was any actual work that was getting done in there other than Ivan’s right hand. Luka was well aware of the depravity housed in that room, a viewer more often than not. Though, seeing Till is a rare time he feels the need to touch instead of simply watch . He’s sure Ivan would never allow that, but perhaps the man could be persuaded.
The door is unlocked, of course, even if Luka knew what had been transpiring simply minutes before. He doesn’t bother to knock, simply entering the room like he belonged. Ivan turns to look at him, disappointment written on his face as soon as he realizes just who walked through the door. Luka pouts, crossing the room and draping himself over the back of Ivan’s chair, hands wandering down the front of his chest.
“Not happy to see me?” He says, right above Ivan’s ear, “Even after my gift?” Ivan sighs, his entire body tense as Luka plays with the string of his hoodie. “You saw the other ones too, right?” His smile is catlike as he reaches forward, plucking the phone off the desk and unlocking it. The video of last night stares at him, but he swipes to the dozen pictures of them sleeping together. “ Really! You haven’t even thanked me yet!”
“Be quiet. Till is still here.” Ivan grabs Luka’s wrist, tight and painful, to grab the phone back. He opens a drawer on the desk with a key and throws it in there, before locking it again. He does not let go of Luka’s wrist.
He turns his face into Ivan’s hair to laugh, free hand still near caressing his chest. “Till’s gone,” He teases, voice like rotten honey, “You waited too long to claim him, and he left. A shame, really. You should ha-” He’s cut off with a sharp whine as Ivan tightens his grip on his wrist.
“You let him leave,” It’s not a question. It’s a statement full of malice, heavy with disdain. Luka laughs again, cruel still even with the grip on his wrist.
“What did you want me to do? Stop him? Put my—oh, what did you call it? Filthy hands on him?” Luka continues despite Ivan’s growing hostility. It was all too fun to tease him like this, to rile him up. It was one of the many things Luka enjoyed about his friendship with Ivan. As loose as someone could use the word friendship, anyway.
For a second and only a second the only sound is Ivan’s breath. Ivan spins in his chair as he pulls Luka forward, other hand coming up to grip his face. His expression is dark, hateful. Just how Luka likes it. He doesn’t care for anything else as the sick glee settles in his stomach. He’s sure his expression is something Ivan doesn’t like, as his glare only hardens.
Luka settles into a more comfortable position, free hand braced against Ivan’s chest as he all but spreads himself over him.
“ Luka ,” Ivan near bites out, grip tight on Luka’s body. He’s sure he’ll bruise, but that’s the fun part, isn’t it? “You’d do well to shut your mouth .” Luka’s grin only widens.
“ Yeah ?” He barely gets out, hardly able to speak with Ivan’s iron grip on his face. “But I’m right, aren’t I? I told you from the start to take Ti—” He gasps as Ivan’s hand moves from his face to his neck, sealing off his airflow. Luka’s fingers twist in Ivan’s hoodie.
Ivan pulls Luka’s face close, “Don’t you dare speak his name, whore .” A strangled gasp tears itself past Luka’s lips, breathless. Near instinctively, he rocks his hips down and is pleased by the fact Ivan is half hard against him. Ivan lets out a shocked, bitten off sound. Luka continues to grin, despite the grip around his throat. He leans his head against Ivan’s, hand all but pawing at his chest.
The feeling of being choked is familiar, almost comforting, even. It’s their usual song and dance, even if Ivan doesn’t typically stoop so low as to put his hands on Luka.
“You don’t deserve to speak his name,” Ivan continues, grip loosening just enough for Luka to breathe somewhat. He gasps in squeezed breaths, fingers gripping Ivan’s hoodie. His head hurt, the lightheaded feeling a familiar emptiness. “Don’t soil his name with your filth,” With that, Ivan fully let go of Luka’s throat. He gasps loudly, finally getting an actual breath in. Luka sags, resting his head on Ivan’s shoulder as he pants heavily. Ivan doesn’t waste a second, gripping Luka’s wrist and tugging it away from his chest, now capturing both hands in his tight hold.
Luka tests the grip, trying to pull out of his hold, but Ivan only tightens his grip. It’s downright painful and Luka whines near pathetically— pitifully. Ivan always somehow knows how to give him exactly what he wants. His stomach churns with want, desire.
It doesn’t take long for Luka to regain his bearings, nuzzling into Ivan’s neck as he grinds his hips down, eliciting a soft noise from him.
“ Luka ,” Ivan warns, voice strained, dripping in lust. He just laughs, teeth scraping against the warm skin of Ivan’s neck. Ivan is tense and rigid under him. Near hesitant, and for no reason. It wouldn’t be the first time they had sex, and it wouldn’t be the last. Luka couldn’t even count on one hand the times Ivan had moaned Till’s name instead of Luka’s.
“What?” Luka downright purrs, kissing up the side of his neck and nipping at his ear. “Are you mad ? What are you going to do about it?” In what feels like a split second, Ivan’s grip switches to his hair, yanking as he all but shoves Luka onto the desk. The air is knocked out of his lungs as his chest hits the wood. He gasps, choking on the sound.
Ivan is less than gentle as he all but wrestles Luka’s shirt off of him, throwing it to god knows where. The cold air of the room meets his warm skin and Luka shivers. Ivan’s body presses against Luka’s ass, further pinning him to the desk. He whines as Ivan pulls both of his arms behind him, holding them together with seemingly one hand.
The wood is cold against his body. His cock presses uncomfortably against the wood. Again, not the first time Ivan’s shoved him on the desk. Definitely not the last. Luka whistles, pressing his body back against Ivan’s, earning another bitten off sound. It’s almost like a game, really. Ivan is (mostly) silent, except when it comes to Till. Luka absolutely hates it and makes it his mission to drive him as crazy as possible.
Luka can’t see anything, from his position, but he hears Ivan shuffle. The opening of a drawer or two. Ivan is silent as he shifts, moving Luka’s arms as he starts to wrap something around them. Ahh. Luka relaxes as he feels Ivan work. “You’re really going to make me sit here while you do all that?” He complains, though he doesn’t truly mean it. It’s honestly rather relaxing, to feel the ropes tighten around his body as Ivan ties intricate knot after intricate knot.
Ivan pulls the rope tight as a warning. “Do you know how to behave?” He bites out, and Luka can tell he’s trying to mask his desire, but it isn’t working. He rocks his hips back against Ivan’s, reveling in the sharp intake of air he hears.
“Hmm, I dunno,” He teases, even though his body is lax in Ivan’s grip, “You tell me.”
“You-” Ivan hisses, cutting himself off. Which isn’t any fun at all. If Ivan was going to make him sit there and do nothing while he worked the ropes around Luka’s arms, he was at least going to talk to him.
“Me?” He flutters his eyelashes even if Ivan can’t see, purely for the theatrics of it all. “What about me? Do tell.” Ivan lets out a huff of air, hands stilling in their movement. It’s silent in the room for a moment, just the dense, lust-filled air.
“You want this too much,” He settles on saying, words clipped as he finally continues his movement. “I should just leave you here, tied up on my desk. You don’t deserve to be touched at all.” Luka whines, turning his face into the desk to try and hide his reaction, but all he meets is cold and unforgiving wood. His cock throbs painfully as Ivan’s hips hold him in place.
“You wouldn’t,” Luka counters, near breathless. Though he knows full well, if Ivan really wanted to, he would leave Luka there without a care in the world.
“Would I?” His voice is sharp, biting. For once, Luka doesn’t have a retort, closing his eyes as he swallows thickly. It’s silent again, only the sounds of shifting rope and fabric. “ Exactly. So be quiet.” It’s a command, one Luka doesn’t necessarily want to follow, but he also doesn’t want Ivan to leave him there. Still, he pouts, eyes boring into the wall.
“ Good boy. ” Luka whines, a pained sound as his hips jut against the harsh edge of the desk. Ivan pulls the final knot tight, drawing a moan out of Luka. “Was that so hard?” His hands pull away from Luka’s arms, and he mourns the warmth.
He doesn’t have a real reply, only a whimper as he shoves his ass back against Ivan, entirely too impatient to wait anymore. He hears Ivan laugh above him, dark and lustful. Almost playful. Suddenly, Ivan’s hand digs itself into Luka’s hair, lifting his head off the desk. He gasps in painpleasure as Ivan maneuvers him off the desk.
“On your knees,” Ivan commands and—
Oooh, fuck.
Luka doesn’t hesitate, dropping to his knees, hissing as he hits the ground. He blinks up at Ivan, who takes no time to fall back into the chair. Luka shifts, trying to move his arms—of course, he’s not able to at all.
Oh, God. Was Ivan going to—
Ivan wastes no time unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. Luka tries to lean forward, but Ivan yanks his head back, forcing Luka to look up at him. “Not yet.” Luka whines, tilting his head to rest against Ivan’s thigh. “Since you want it so bad, I want you to beg,” His voice drips with amusement as heat blooms across Luka’s face. This isn’t- This isn’t something they’ve done before.
“ What ?” He scoffs, trying to pull away from Ivan’s hold, but Ivan keeps him in place.
“I said, beg.” Ivan tilts his head almost insultingly, grip tightening in Luka’s hair. He whimpers, eyes trained on Ivan’s figure. His face feels hot, and he shifts in place. It’s downright humiliating—to be told to beg like a dog. He doesn’t move, barely even breathes.
A beat passes. “Well?”
Luka swallows thickly. He knows, intimately, that Ivan isn’t joking. That he would leave him here without a thought, tied and at his mercy, until Ivan decided to let him out. He’s done it before, left him to squirm and whine for him to come back. Fuck. His pants are tight, nearly goddamn painful. He closes his eyes for a moment, just a moment -
He gasps, eyes shooting open at a sudden pressure against his cock. He moans, hips rocking up to grind against Ivan’s foot almost involuntarily. The smirk that crosses his face is cruel, and lust burns deep in his eyes. “Is this what I have to do to get you to listen? To put you in your place?” He asks as he grinds his foot against Luka’s clothed cock.
He’s so hard it fucking hurts, it’s downright filthy. God.
“Pl…Please,” He barely gets out, voice weak. He averts his eyes from Ivan’s face, staring at his thigh instead.
“Please, what? ” Ivan presses harder against Luka’s cock, hand twisting in his hair. It’s almost too much already. He whimpers helplessly, out of breath.
“Please… let me suck your cock,” Luka finally gets out, hips bucking up against Ivan’s foot, hopeful for any kind of touch. He yelps as Ivan tugs on his hair, back straight as he stares up at him. “ Please! ” He gasps.
“Was that so hard?” Ivan chides condescendingly, pulling Luka forward. He doesn’t have time to formulate a reply before Ivan’s cock is pressing against his lips. He parts his lips without hesitation, eyes sliding closed at the familiar feeling of Ivan’s cock in his mouth. Ivan gives him no time (not that he needs it), pushing Luka’s head all the way down. He feels so full , it’s hard to breathe as Ivan holds him there for a moment. He doesn’t miss the way Ivan’s body shakes, the shaky exhale of breath.
Ivan’s fingers are tangled in Luka’s hair, unforgiving in their hold as he starts to pull Luka’s head up. Luka lets him—lets him manhandle his body. His fingers curl into themselves, trying to grasp onto something, even while being unable to move. It’s almost blissful—the lack of air, the inability to move, everything . He moans helplessly around Ivan’s cock.
“ Fuck, Luka, ” Ivan moans, and a shiver runs down Luka’s spine. It was rare Ivan ever even moaned his name, but for seemingly the first time there was a passion behind it. Whether that be hate, or simply lust.
Ivan uses him almost like a ragdoll, moving with a painful pace. Luka can hardly breathe, and he knows Ivan knows that. He knows Ivan doesn’t care . He chokes as Ivan all but shoves himself down his throat, his chest burns with each heave he can barely make between thrusts.
He speeds up, somehow, and Luka finds his breath stolen completely—his only use to be for Ivan’s pleasure, not to breathe. He’s lightheaded and his ears ring, the lack of air makes his eyes feel like they’re going to bulge right out of his skull. Luka feels his body almost become more pliant, like putty in Ivan’s hands.
Luka gasps in air greedily as Ivan pulls him off of his cock, body sagging against his as he pants heavily. Ivan’s hand slides down to cup his cheek, wiping the drool from Luka’s face. The difference between the cruel use of Luka’s throat and gently cupping his face is almost mind numbing.
God. Luka pries open his eyes to look up at Ivan properly. His eyes are dark, almost glowing. It’s intense, far more intense than Luka has ever seen him look.
As soon as he catches his breath, Ivan’s hand is sliding to the back of his head again, guiding him back to his cock. Luka doesn’t hesitate, parting his lips and letting Ivan shove his cock back inside.
The pace isn’t any less brutal, tears springing to Luka’s eyes as Ivan downright uses him. His only solace is the impure sounds dripping from Ivan’s mouth. He’s loud, downright whiny as Luka chokes, tears running down his cheeks. Ivan’s hand in his hair is heavy, his grip tight. Luka finds himself falling into it. It feels almost like his brain was leaking out his ears, taking all sensibility with it.
As soon as his vision starts to blur, Ivan pulls him off of his cock. He pants as he tries to regain his breath, blinking spots out of his vision. “ Please, ” He begs, all inhibitions and shame thrown right out the window. He rocks his hips up to meet Ivan’s foot, still pressed against his cock.
“Please, what?” Ivan purrs, eternally amused by the already wrecked state Luka is in. Luka whines, rubbing his cheek against Ivan’s cock.
“Please…enough. Just—fuck me already,” He pleads, squirming in place. He thinks he might die if Ivan didn’t get over himself and get inside of him already. “I need you inside me, now.” Ivan’s face drops, and he clicks his tongue.
“Did I not tell you to behave ?” Luka doesn’t have a second before Ivan is shoving his cock back in his mouth. He whines, but it goes unheard as Ivan starts his brutal pace again. It was so much, entirely too much, and yet not enough at all. His throat and chest burn from the repeated use.
His head was swimming, lightheadedness never fading. The tears continued to pour down his cheeks as he choked on Ivan’s length. There was no gentleness, no care taken for Luka. His throat was just a hole to be used.
“That’s it, Luka,” He hisses in bliss, grip tightening even more.
The lack of air was starting to set in again, ringing in his ears as dots start to line his vision. Ivan doesn’t stop, his moans growing louder as he continues to use Luka. He doesn’t stop Ivan, doesn’t try to pull away.
He barely registers Ivan cumming down his throat as everything goes black.
Luka blinks into awareness with a hand carding through his hair. Blearily, he looks up to see Ivan, whose stare is intensely locked onto Luka. He makes a soft sound, lifting his head off of where it had been pillowed on Ivan’s thigh. He tries to move his arms but finds himself unable to. Right.
“How long was I out?” He asks, throat raw and aching.
“Not long, only a few seconds,” Ivan replies, hand moving down to wipe away remnants of the act that he’d previously missed. “You did good,” He praises, and Luka whimpers weakly. “You took that so well.” His hand goes back to carding through Luka’s hair, and Luka hums in content.
“Can you stand?” He asks, after a minute. “I’m not done with you yet,” His grin goes from gentle back to sinister, and Luka swallows thickly. God, yes.
Luka hums, “I don’t know, I think you’ll have to carry me,” He grins back at Ivan, tilting his head as he flutters his heavy eyelashes. He doesn’t expect Ivan to grip his hair again, pulling him up by his hold onto shaky legs. He gasps in pain as Ivan all but throws him back onto the desk. He falls against it, coughing as he tries to catch his breath.
He was so going to be bruised tomorrow. How delicious.
“You think you deserve the bedroom?” Ivan laughs, busying himself with pulling off Luka’s bottoms. Luka lets him, moving his legs as Ivan directs.
“Aww, but haven’t I been a good boy? ” Luka teases, though weakly. His entire body trembles, and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Ivan so riled up. Ivan doesn’t respond for a minute, and all Luka hears for a moment is more rustling, a cap popping open.
He gasps as Ivan’s cold finger presses against his hole. They’ve done this song and dance enough that they both know Luka doesn’t necessarily need prep, but he guesses Ivan wanted to tease him further. Ivan folds his body over Luka’s, burying his teeth into Luka’s shoulder as he presses two fingers inside.
Luka cries out, trying to press himself further into the desk to escape the sensations, but the cold wood is unforgiving against his feverish skin. Ivan busies himself, scissoring his fingers as he bites and kisses at Luka’s shoulders. It’s not typical for Ivan to leave marks on him but he does, sucking mark after mark on Luka’s pale flesh. His arms strain against the hold, trying to grab onto anything for purchase but find nothing, caged against his own back.
He’s at Ivan’s mercy. Able to do nothing but lay there and take exactly what Ivan wants to give him. And Ivan—despite his brutal pace when fucking Luka’s face, has assumed a slow and excruciating pace as he fingers him open. It’s terrible. Luka is anything but patient.
He rocks his hips back against Ivan’s hand, trying to gain more, to make him go faster, anything, everything . Ivan does not answer in kind, continuing his slow pace. There’s no peace, his cock painfully pressed into the desk.
“ Please! ” He all but sobs, tears forming in his eyes once again. He can’t take it. He can’t. He can’t do it. The need burns in his chest and stomach, melting his brain with its ferociousness. “ Please, Ivan, ” His voice is weak, downright pathetic.
“Please, what? ” He could hear the smirk in his voice, and Luka only sobbed harder.
“Please fuck me, please, please, ” It was pathetic and whiny, wet and full of tears. But Luka didn’t care anymore. He whimpered as Ivan’s fingers left him, rendering him empty.
“Good boy,” Ivan whispered as he leaned forward, hands gripping Luka’s hips tightly enough that he knew there were going to be marks there, as well. It takes only a second for Ivan to line up and—
Luka screams as Ivan buries himself inside of him and bites down on the juncture between his neck and shoulder all at the same time. He feels blood drip down his skin and sobs, struggling to adjust to the feeling of Ivan inside of him. Luka feels Ivan lap at the wound, at his blood . It’s so much, it’s all so fucking much.
But, god, he loves it.
His arms press near uncomfortably into his body with Ivan folded over top of him, sucking more hickies into his neck and shoulders. Luka is breathless, wordless, damn near brainless and Ivan hasn’t even moved.
He can feel Ivan’s labored breaths on his skin, burning. Tears drip onto the desk as Luka struggles to catch his breath. Ivan doesn’t let him, adjusting his grip on Luka’s hips as he starts to move. Luka gasps, the sound near ripped from his throat. There’s no time to get used to anything before Ivan is setting a brutal pace, fingers digging into pale skin while he uses Luka’s body like a toy. He can only sob and moan, eyes screwed shut.
“I wish I had a mirror in here,” Ivan purrs, leaning up to nip at Luka’s ear. “So you could see how wrecked you look.” Luka whimpers, in part because he knows how ruined he must look—tears running down his face, dried drool and cum on his face. The idea of watching himself as Ivan uses him is so—
Filthy.
Ivan pulls away, leaving Luka cold and wanting. He gasps as Ivan’s hip snap against his, pushing deeper and deeper. Ivan’s hand tangles in Luka’s hair once again, tugging his body off of the desk. He sobs as he’s lifted, his tired body struggling to support itself on his legs.
“I’d hold you up just like this,” Ivan says, lips brushing against his skin as he talks, “So you could watch yourself.” Luka can’t control the moan that leaves him, loud and downright whorish.
It’s so much, it’s all so much. His arms flex against the rope but there is no solace. Fuck, he can’t—
“I’m gonna– Ivan –” He cries out brokenly, sobbing as Ivan lets go of his hair and he falls against the desk again. His entire body burns, feels like electricity flowing through his veins. “ Ivaan –”
“No,” The command is absolute, but Luka still finds himself whimpering in desperation anyway. “You will wait.”
“No, no, no- I can’t—” He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut just to keep himself together. He can’t disobey, doesn’t want to disobey, but he needs to cum. “ Please, ” His voice is strained, coming out between heaved breaths and moans.
“ No ,” He repeats, hand snaking around to wrap around Luka’s throat. He gasps in a shred of air before it’s cut off, strangled moans pushing past his lips. Oh, god. the lightheadedness returns almost immediately. He’s completely held up by Ivan’s hand on his throat, entire body boneless.
Ivan folds himself overtop of Luka again, pulling him back to lick the tears from his cheek. “That’s it,” He coaxes. Luka soundlessly sobs, entire body trembling. He can’t even beg further like this, simply at Ivan’s mercy, until Ivan decides he’s allowed to cum. “Such a good whore for me.”
He’s so close, so fucking close.
“Fuck, Luka ,” Ivan himself sounds breathless, and Luka knows he isn’t going to last long either. Luka gasps for air as Ivan finally releases his neck from the hold, his head knocking off the desk. He had no strength left in his body.
“ Pleasepleaseplease, ” He gasps between pants, “Please let me cum, please— !”
“Cum for me.” Luka barely even registers it in his mind before he’s cumming, vision whiting out as he spills all over the side of the desk with a scream. Ivan doesn’t stop his brutal thrusts, not even for a moment. His hands move to grip at Luka’s hips, using them as handles.
Luka falls limp against the desk, gasping helplessly as Ivan continues to use his body. He doesn’t have the strength to move, to hold himself up any longer.
“Fuck,” Ivan moans, hot and heavy above his ear. “I’m so close,” His voice shakes as he starts to lose his composure. “ Fuck! ” His fingers dig into Luka’s hips, and it’s damn near overstimulating. He feels like nothing more than a doll, now, for Ivan to use for his own pleasure. “I’m going to- ah, gonna- gonna breed you,” His voice drips with dark want as his thrusts become erratic and uncoordinated.
Luka gasps loudly, entire body on fire as Ivan starts to kiss and nip at his neck once again. His moans grow louder, more desperate. There’s no time to process as Ivan sinks his teeth into the opposite shoulder and buries himself deep into Luka all at the same time. Luka screams at the same time as Ivan’s muffled moan. Ivan fills him completely, as promised.
Luka knows Ivan has broken skin, again , as he gently laps at the blood from the wound. Luka sobs weakly, entirely too overstimulated. Neither of them move much, Ivan just kissing at Luka’s neck. “You did so well,” He whispers, and all Luka can do is whimper.
He gasps as Ivan pulls out of him, and cum starts to dribble out of him. It’s uncomfortable, truly the worst part of sex. There’s more shuffling, before a cloth gently wipes at him. Luka whimpers at the feeling, entire body shivering in exhaustion. “I know,” Ivan says, voice a gentle warmth. One of his hands reaches up to card through Luka’s hair. His scalp was so sore . Though, so was the rest of him.
He breathes out in relief as Ivan then starts to untie his arms, deft fingers working on the tight knots. It takes no time at all for him to be free, and Luka stretches his weak and sore arms. He can barely stand, hissing as he pushes off the desk. He yelps as Ivan lifts him like he weighs nothing, carrying him down the hall.
It’s unusual for them, to have gone at it so hard that Luka couldn’t walk after. Still, he lays his head against Ivan’s chest. He’s tired. And his head hurts, so he doesn’t really care in the slightest.
Ivan bathes him, of all things, and Luka is barely aware of it, head far away in the clouds. Time passes like sand through an hourglass, but it slips entirely past Luka. He blinks and Ivan gently towels off his hair. Blinks and he’s sat at the kitchen island, with an extra pillow under him. He’s dressed in Ivan’s own clothes, surprisingly.
Ivan sets a cup of tea in front of him. “Should help with your throat,” Ivan says, leaning against the kitchen counter. It’s kind, all things considered.
“Thanks,” He whispers as he brings the cup up to his lips. It’s sweet, just like how Luka takes all of his drinks. As promised, it helps to soothe his aching throat. Today has been… different, though in a good way.
“Oh, and by the way,” Ivan smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Since you let Till walk out. It’s your job to bring him back. Figure it out.”
And he just had to ruin it.