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Till's getting brave. Ivan's noticing it.
Ivan has always had Till's actions under a close eye. Observing him has been his favorite pastime for years now because, well, there was just nothing more interesting to Ivan than Till. It's been normal for him to study Till's likes and dislikes, how to read his body language so he can understand when situations are good or stressful, and in the process, he's learned entirely how Till operates.
For example, Till keeps very close to himself during school unless he's talking to Ivan or Mizi. That's because despite how hostile Till may come off, he's really just concerned about how others will treat him. His headphones are always on, he's always walking with his head down, and he really doesn't like standing out.
Impossible, Ivan thinks when it comes to that last point. But maybe that's just because even next to every other person who attends their university, Till would be the only person of interest to him.
They've known each other since high school, but have gotten quite close when college started. Till has always had this captivating factor to him, one that made Ivan weak in the knees at every friendly exchange they shared. Ivan knew his feelings for Till, and though he could always take, and take, and take more until Till had nothing else left to give, Ivan wasn't prepared to make any bold moves. As far as he knew, Till considered their relationship 100% platonic and Ivan could never risk going too far and losing Till for good.
That being said, they had quite the exchange at one of Mizi's parties over the weekend. Till was intoxicated, but not enough to forget about what happened between them. Ivan, on the other hand, was stone cold sober and had engraved every moment into his brain anyway. He remembered every tiny detail of what occurred. The two of them were just getting closer to speak over the loud music, but Till had stumbled and Ivan grabbing his hips to steady him. Till's face turned a bright red that was visible even under the colorful lights, but he didn't back away. Somehow that led to Till pressed up against Ivan in a moment of conviction. There were dirty whispers, kisses anywhere but the face, and Till was practically grinding on him. That would stay a night to remember, for sure.
Unfortunately for them, someone standing nearby ended up getting sick, sending Till's emetophobic self straight into a panic attack. So while it was a night to remember, it's hard to say it's strictly for good reasons.
Ivan wouldn't say things were particularly awkward after that night, considering he and Till were hanging out like usual, but there was a difference in the way that Till was acting.
When walking through the halls at school, he kept his head up and alert, like he was always looking for something. Ivan would notice how Till's search seemed to end every time he and Ivan locked eyes. Till would approach him with purpose, lean up against him during long conversation, and even touch him in a flirtatious manner.
Ivan felt he may have been reading too much into it, but Till had never stood close enough for their hips to graze before, and now it seems to be happening considerably often. Or when girls inevitably come up to talk to Ivan, Till would put in the effort to make his presence known to them. He'd grab Ivan's arm, stare at the girls, and at one point even made a show of whispering in Ivan's ear to intimidate them. It felt different and possessive, but not bad at all.
If anything, there was just a growing excitement between them that they haven't had a chance to properly unpack.
Ivan so badly wanted to ease that new tension, to try again and jump right into Till, but there was still the chance that Till had only considered Ivan in a sexual way because of the alcohol that was in his system. Sure, he was obsessed with Till, but not enough to act purely on his own desire.
Be that as it may, Ivan never stopped analyzing Till's actions, and changes to his behavior kept happening.
Bowling night was a big deal among their friend group. Once a month or so, they'd all meet up for pizza and wings and a good two hours of competition. It wasn't odd for Ivan to go to Till's beforehand, for them to just chill and have a good time before seeing Mizi and Sua cling to each other all night. What was unusual, was the fact that Till wasn't ready when Ivan got to his apartment.
Till opened the door for Ivan, who nearly tripped over himself when he saw Till's current state.
His silver hair was tousled and untouched, face bare, and he was still in what Ivan was assuming were his pajamas. It was a large t-shirt with the neckline cut off, exposing Till's collarbone, and a plaid green pair of briefs. Ivan very quickly looks over Till's figure and swallows, suppressing the perverted grin that fought to make an appearance.
"Did you forget what day it is, hyung?" Ivan asks in a teasing tone, crossing his arm and quirking his lips up in a more playful way. "It's a little late for you to not be ready,"
Till rolls his eyes and steps aside to let Ivan in.
"God forbid a man spends his day off in lounge clothes," He responds, shutting the door and urging Ivan to follow him to his room. Ivan does, of course.
Till pulls a couple pre-picked outfits from his closet and turns to Ivan, who has already gotten comfortable on Till's bed.
"Which of these do you like better?" He asks, gesturing between the two hangers. One is a black and teal distressed sweater, paired with a pair of long black cargo shorts, while the other is a black graphic baby tee and ripped baggy jeans. Ivan tries to control the saliva pooling in his mouth while he pictures Till in either outfit, but it's much easier said than done. Till would look absolutely gorgeous in both, that much is clear, so it's really just a question if Ivan's eyes wants to feast on Till's legs or stomach. Well, maybe that shouldn't be the question—it's quite creepy of him. Unfortunately though, Ivan's dick is doing all the thinking. He swallows.
"The sweater, I think,"
Till gives him a lopsided smile and Ivan's stomach does a loop.
The older turns away, presumably to go change into his outfit, but he never makes it out the door. In fact, he actually stops right where he is in the middle of the bedroom and starts stripping right there.
Ivan's entire body gets heavy, like he had been turned to stone. He can't move, he can't breathe, and the only choice he has to watch Till change. He sees the bare skin of Till's back, taking note of the freckles that scatter across his pale skin. Then the sweater slides on, and though it's showing much less than a moment ago, the holes in the material are still giving Ivan's prying eyes access. Till pulls the cargo shorts on over his boxers and then he turns to face Ivan like he hadn't just undressed in front of him.
He looks so cute.
Ivan takes a deep breath and then finally looks up at Till's face. He looks amused; satisfied, maybe?
Oh God, Ivan realizes, does Till want me too?
He has to wonder. He can read the signs on Till's expression, in his body language, and his actions. He could probably take Till right here if he wanted to, if he played his cards right, but there's also a part of him that wants to see how far he can push. How far could Ivan go before Till breaks and takes what he wants for himself? That was the safest way for Ivan to play this.
"You look nice," Ivan says politely, trying to maintain an unwavering demeanor.
"Thanks," Till responds simply and plops down on his floor, sitting directly in front of a full length mirror that had all of his beauty products disarrayed in front of it. Ivan watches Till very intently, because of course he does.
Till turns on his hair straightener and begins doing his makeup while waiting for it to heat up. He doesn't do all that much, but he adds some thickness to his brows and messily applies some dark eye shadow around his eyes.
Pretty, Ivan thinks. But it would be prettier running down his face.
Once satisfied with the ring around his eyes, Till starts messing with his hair. He uses his hand to comb through it, and then starts flattening out pieces with the iron so they lay in a more intentionally messy way. Till's gotten quite good at mastering his hair, but looking at him do it for this long is just making Ivan want to shove his hands in it and tug as hard as he can. He wants to make a mess of it—of Till.
"You didn't do your eyeliner," Ivan comments when Till puts down the straightener and starts packing up his makeup. Till pauses and Ivan swears he can see the ghost of a smile on those pretty lips.
"You're right. My bad,"
Two different products come out of Till's pouch, one is a pencil of sorts, and the other looks more sleek—like a marker maybe? Till uses the pencil to color in his waterline, but then he lets his hand fall just slightly and he draws underneath his eye as well, following up by using his finger to smudge out the black that was left there. Ivan briefly thinks he can make it even messier. Then the other product is in Till's hand and he's drawing a tiny little wing off the corner of his eyes and connecting it to a sharp design at the inner corner.
Ivan is entranced.
"Good?" Till asks after he's finished, turning back to look at his friend. Ivan is captured in the shocking aqua of Till's eyes that are now perfectly emphasized by the black lining around them. Like art in a frame, or whatever.
Ivan's not good with poetry. He just smiles and nods.
"Did you want some too?" Till's head tilts with the question, raising the pencil for Ivan to see. "I think it'd be a good look,"
"You're biased," Ivan responds casually, watching Till stand up and walk in his direction. Ivan tries to ignore the way his body heats up.
"Just indulge me this once?"
Andddd, Till got him. Ivan can't say no.
"Is it going in my eye?" He asks, looking up at his crush who's now standing over him with intent.
"Nahhh, I'm not sure I trust myself that much," Till snickers and pushes Ivan's hair back. Ivan's dick twitches in his pants from the contact; Till rarely touches him without purpose like this.
Down boy, he thinks to himself while he tries to regulate his breathing, but it really doesn't do all that much. Especially not when Till swings one leg over both of Ivan's and sinks himself down, effectively straddling Ivan's lap. Ivan can't come back from this. Till arches his back (to get a better angle, maybe?) and his chest is practically pressed about Ivan's now while his hands find their place on Ivan's face.
Till's hands are cool on Ivan's burning skin and he does everything in his power to ignore it. This has to be some sort of hint Till's sending, but Ivan needs to see more. He's so curious to know just how far Till would go if he doesn't reciprocate.
The eyeliner pencil touches Ivan's lower lash line and he jolts. Till pauses, like he's waiting for Ivan to say something.
"You're gonna poke my eye out," He accuses, only making Till roll his eyes. He presses a hand up against Ivan's mouth, keeping him from speaking anymore. Ivan's heart races in his chest at the purchase.
"Would you just shut up and trust me, idiot?"
Why, yes. Yes he will.
Ivan can feel his body burning all over. Till's on top of him, just inches away so that Ivan can smell him, and he can't help the way his pants start fitting a little tighter. His whole body tenses up when Till starts drawing around Ivan's left eye again. He never moved his hand away and Ivan is starting to think that Till doesn't have the intention to.
Ivan's fingertips dig into the bed sheets when Till pulls away momentarily to look at his work, nod in approval, and then lightly blow on where the gel was on his eye. Ivan flinches, closing his eyes at the sudden breeze, but he really wishes he didn't have to. He wants to keep looking at Till. He wants to touch Till, but he keeps his hands firmly twisted into the sheets.
"Open your eyes," Till says, and it sounds like a demand. Obviously, Ivan complies, looking down at the older through his thick lashes. Till's eyes only meet his for a second, but Ivan swears he can see a light of excitement flicker through them. Till copies what he did the first time, very carefully lining Ivan's lash line and smudging it out to match the other eye with his ring finger.
He pulls back and blows on him again. Ivan can't help the way his eyebrows twitch together before he blinks down at Till again.
"Hyung," He tries to say, but it's muffled by Till's hand on his mouth. Till raises an eyebrow at him, as if to tell him to continue, but does not pick up his hand. There's primal amusement that creeps up Ivan's torso, threatening to seep into his brain and lose control, but Ivan maintains his composure. As much as he can, at least.
He opens his mouth against Till's palm, just a little, and he bites down. Not too hard, he wouldn't want to hurt his Till (not right now at least), but he does itch to get some sort of reaction.
It works. Ivan can feel nothing but satisfaction and desire while he sees a pink hue creep up Till's neck and settle on his ears. Oh, Ivan knows he could get him so much redder.
Everything inside of Ivan is screaming at him to make a move while he has Till in his lap like this, but he won't allow himself. He's sure Till must want him at least a little, but Ivan knows that what he has in store for his crush is probably much more than he'd be expecting. Years of bottled up sexual fantasies have built up inside of him, and they only grow with intensity the older Ivan gets. There's nothing he hasn't pictured doing to Till, even if it borders what is typically seen as "too far." Ivan won't break first.
However, that doesn't mean Ivan won't have a little fun in trying to break Till back.
He wraps a large, calloused hand around Till's smaller wrist and very delicately pulls it off of his lips, never once breaking eye contact. He squeezes slightly, pressing his ring finger over Till's pulse and he can feel it pounding quicker than normal.
Good.
"Hyung," He tries again, now that there's no barricade on their communication. "We're going to be late,"
Ivan can see the way Till's right eye twitches, just a little, but he doesn't add anything before sliding off of Ivan and walking to his closet to put a pair of shoes on.
"You're right," He says, "We should go,"
But Ivan doesn't miss the way Till's bends down to grab his shoes, and it certainly does not put his wild thoughts to rest.
-
He thinks about it all night, actually.
Even when he's sitting at the table with Mizi and Sua, casually sipping on his drink, his eyes are still glued to Till while he takes his turn. Ivan thinks Till looks adorable while going through the motions, and he can't look away from Till's damn legs.
Call him a weird, horny, perverted freak, whatever—he's heard it all before. Nothing changes.
Till doesn't bowl that well. His first roll he knocks six pins, and his second is a gutter, but that doesn't mean anything to Ivan. Well, it does a little bit. Till is embarrassed by his second roll and his face is all red, eyebrows bunched together while he mumbles some sort of excuse as to why he didn't get a spare. So it at least means something to Ivan in the way that Till looks fucking adorable when he's embarrassed, and it's almost making Ivan squirm in his seat.
"So what's with the guyliner?" Sua asks Ivan, eyes narrowing as Till sits down and Mizi stands up to replace him.
"You don't like it?" Ivan responds, resting his head in his hand. "I wanted to try something new,"
Sua scoffs and darts her eyes between the boys in front of her. Till doesn't say anything, just stares at her blankly and shrugs.
"I literally can hardly tolerate one of you being an obnoxious emo, do not do this to me, Ivan," Sua says. It's really hard to read her, but Ivan is like, 98% sure she's joking. Sua's not devoid of humor, but the only time you ever see her be lighthearted and well, happy looking, is whenever Mizi does literally anything.
Speaking of the lively girl, she manages to roll a strike on her first turn and she cheers in celebration, urging Sua to very quickly stand up and run over to celebrate with her. She's absolutely doing too much. Ivan supposes they look very happy though, with Sua clinging onto Mizi like she just achieved the most incredible thing, and Mizi giggling along at the praise and attention. He glances over at Till, who's just watching.
A part of him is a little surprised, knowing that just a couple months ago, Till would be right there with Sua. Ivan knew Till had a crush on Mizi, but he never really got to know if or how that changed. Maybe Till just gave up after the girls officiated their relationship, but it doesn't explain how Till seemed to be so over it now.
Ivan is pulled out of his thoughts when he feels something on his lap. He looks down, and under the table, there is a polished hand resting on his thigh. His gaze wanders up the arm to Till's face, and is stunned to see that Till isn't even looking at him. In fact, his eyes are still on the celebrating couple.
"What's that?" Ivan asks.
Till doesn't even look back at him. "What's what?"
Ivan opens his mouth to say something else, but promptly shuts it when Mizi comes back over to the table and sits down to eat her pizza. She's still smiley from her last round, and Ivan feels inclined to tease her about it.
"Feels good to be a winner, huh, Mizi?" He grins at her, which she happily returns and nods, munching on her pizza.
"So good! I'm wiping the floor with all of you tonight," She announces confidently, making Ivan chuckle lightheartedly. It doesn't seem like she's the only one getting confident though, because Till's hand runs higher up Ivan's quad and grazes over the fly of his jeans. If Ivan is affected, he tries not to make it noticeable.
"I still am giving you pretty good competition though," Ivan banters, stealthily grabbing at Till's hand and moving it back to his leg and away from his crotch.
"Yeah, but we'll see how long you last," She counters. In his peripheral vision, Ivan sees Till smirk.
"I don't think he'll last long," He joins, shuffling his hand back over right where he wants it to be and squeezing down. Ivan inhales sharply, trying to will his dick to stay down, but there's only so much his brain can do when it's Till's hand on him right now.
"Ivan," Sua calls and he jolts, turning to look at her. She is absolutely staring him down and she does not seem pleased. Ivan gives her a smile and tries to make it look as not-guilty as possible, but he fears Sua already knows what's going on by the unamused look on her face. "It's your turn, big guy,"
Finally, Till removes his hand so Ivan can get up and bowl his turn. He's glad his friends have the decency to not ask why he's half hard.
-
The night ends with Mizi winning, earning her all the bragging rights until the next time they all go out.
The group leaves the bowling alley together as they usually do, and then say their goodbyes in the parking lot before splitting up.
"Ivan, did you want to come back to my place?" Till asks, tone way too casual for how he was acting all of tonight. It's probably just because the girls are there, but still, Ivan gulps.
"I mean, yeah, my car's there,"
Till rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything else, waving to their friends while they walk back to Sua's car.
"I'm asking you to stay over, idiot,"
Oh hell yeah.
-
Till sits on the edge of his bed, legs open almost invitingly. Ivan doesn't know what to do; he thinks they established that something would happen tonight, but how much? How far is too far? He waits for instruction.
"C'mere, Ivan,"
That is instruction.
Ivan does as he's told and approaches Till, looking down at the breathtaking man below him. It's been years that Ivan has dreamed about nights like these, thank you, Lord.
Ivan lifts his knee up and stakes it down into Till's mattress, right between his legs. This seems to excite Till, but Ivan doesn't do anything else. He's sure where this is going now, but there's just the asshole inside of him that really wants to make Till work for it until he physically can't anymore. Ivan has gotten very good at restraining himself and his desires over the course of their friendship; he really just wants to see Till suffer like Ivan has. He'll play oblivious and watch Till test the waters, and wait for his perfect moment to strike.
Till hooked his finger through one of Ivan's belt loops and tugged, only bringing the younger's pelvis closer to his face. Till let his stare linger for a moment before looking up and meeting Ivan's eyes with a knowing smirk.
"Here, baby," Till says in a velvet smooth tone. Ivan almost jumps out of his skin at the pet name, his heart pounding an incredible amount. "Want me to show you?" He asks, his hands grab Ivan's wrist and guide it to the hem of his sweater, slowly inching underneath the fabric.
Ivan can feel Till's smooth skin from underneath the garment. It's so soft. Till runs Ivan's hand around, letting him study the canvas before it gets fully revealed. When Ivan's fingertips brush past Till's pelvic bone, he shudders and his stomach darts inward. Ivan's brow twitches.
"Ivan," Till breathes, "you don't have to be afraid to touch me, baby," As he says it, he dips Ivan's hand under the waistband of Till's shorts and briefs. Then it's bare fingertips on bare skin, inches away from Till's heat.
Ivan just about loses his mind. He's no longer computing, just trying to ground himself back into reality that this is actually happening and it's not just one of his many wet dreams.
Holy shit.
He looks at Till with big eyes, and Till is already looking flushed out and a little jittery. It's beautiful.
"I want you to touch me," Till moves the final few inches, placing Ivan's hand directly onto his folds. The very second that Ivan can feel the slick coat his fingertips, Ivan is gone. Or awakened, actually.
He snaps into action, pushing Till down on his back and crawling over him, weaseling himself right in between Till's legs. Till seems shocked by the change in pace, considering his little 'yelp' and how red his face got in a matter of seconds, but it couldn't have been unwelcome either because he made no effort to get Ivan to stop.
"Hyung," Ivan whines in Till's ear, kissing the skin of it afterwards and starting his mouth's descent down his neck. He can feel Till's breathing get deeper and more rapid, small sounds being urged out while Ivan's fingers run careful circles on Till's pussy. Every few beats, he brushes Till's clit, and the silver haired man will stiffen up and cry out.
"Ivan, wh- God- what the fuck?"
Hearing this, Ivan, the bastard, smiles and bites down on Till's collarbone, evoking an even more powerful sound.
Ivan can feel every little piece of his mask being stripped away while he finally has Till how he wants him. Everything about the situation is intoxicating. Ivan is a raging body of lust right now and he's not sure anything would be able to stop him now that he's gotten started.
Till's breath has become completely staggered and he just won't stop grunting. It's music to Ivan's ears. With his free hand, he slides Till's sweater all the way up the front of his torso in an attempt to take it off. It's certainly not easy with one hand occupied and Till being flat against the bed, but one right flick of his ring finger has Till arching off the mattress, and it's a perfect opening for Ivan to remove the sweater entirely.
Ivan places his left hand firmly against Till's sternum, pressing down, and simultaneously blowing on his face. Payback.
"God, hyung, you're so wet," Ivan says through a breathy laugh, one finger teasing the older's entrance. Till looks significantly less assertive than he did a few minutes ago while "showing Ivan what to do." He now has both of his arms draped over his face, trying to muffle any sounds he's making. Or maybe he's hiding his blush? Ivan's not sure, but he knows that's not going to fly forever. He'll let Till have it for now, though. "Have you been thinking about me?"
"Jesus- fuck," A whimper. "Ivan if you don't-"
Ivan cuts him off, "If I don't, what?" His fingers trail along Till's chest, stopping a minute to trace one of the scars adorning his upper body, and then continuing upwards to pinch Till's nipple. Till's whole body twitches and he tries to swat Ivan's hand away, but it doesn't do much. "Words, hyung."
Till moves the arm covering his eyes, just to glare at him. Ivan doesn't falter, still staring at the love of his life with his sadistic eyes and a sickly sweet smile.
"Get your damn fingers inside me or, ngh, fuck, or I'm f-fucking getting rid of you."
Ivan shakes his head, knowing Till wouldn't—not like this, anyways—but his hyung is too cute to deny, so he does what's asked of him. It's only one finger at first, but it seems to be a big adjustment for Till to start with, considering the size difference between them. Ivan's vaguely wonders how he's going to react while taking his dick.
Till doesn't even have his shorts off yet and he already looks fucking wrecked. Ivan revels in it, taking in Till's patchy pink skin from the waist up and leaving everything else to the imagination. He watches very keenly when he finally adds a second finger; he sees everything and commits every single detail of it to memory. Till's left leg jolts, bending at the knee and ramming it right into Ivan's side. It's an accident, but it still stirs Ivan on even more. He sees the way Till's eyebrows twine together every time he gives his clit just a little extra attention, the moans that leave with every thrust of his fingers, and of course how Till's once shame-concealing arms were now thrown to the sides while he fists the bed sheets in pleasure.
"So pretty," Ivan mumbles, leaning down and kissing at the pale skin of Till's barely-touched chest, making sure he leaves a few marks to remember him by.
"Fuck- shitshitshitshitshit, Ivan," Till cries, beckoning him closer with the knee that's cozied into the side of Ivan's torso. "I'm so fucking close you- ah, shit, more. Please,"
Till sounds like he's on the brink of tears. For a second, Ivan wants to challenge that, but he knows that he's nowhere near done with Till, so it doesn't make sense to have all the fun now.
"Of course, hyung," He agrees, licking a long stripe across Till's chest. He doesn't change much about the pace of his thrusts, but he does use his free thumb to his advantage and give Till's clit some extra stimulation. He seems to approve of that. Till's hips raise up while Ivan rhythmically finger-fucks him, but Ivan very quickly nails them back down to the mattress. Till only lasts a few more seconds before his entire body spasms, eyes rolling back while his orgasm hits.
Ivan almost finishes in his pants at the sight of it. It's undeniably the sexiest thing he's ever seen in his 22 years of living.
After Till's shock wears off, Ivan retracts his hand from Till's pants and licks at the fluid that covers it until there's nothing left. Till looks a little horrified, but not in a disgusted way; in fact, there's a glimmer in his eyes that makes Ivan thinks he enjoys seeing it. He pockets that for later.
"God, you're insane," Till says, flopping on his back and staring at his ceiling while breathing heavily. Ivan hums in acknowledgment and does not disagree, just gets to work on unbuttoning Till's shorts and pulling the soiled fabric off of his legs. "You were acting so reserved, I thought you were a fuckin' virgin,"
"I am," Ivan replies honestly. "I just wanted you." Till's face burns bright red and Ivan snickers, but he's quickly cut off when the briefs come off and he's staring directly at Till's glistening cunt. His mouth waters.
Till seems to notice his pause and he props himself up on one elbow to look at Ivan. He follows the younger's gaze down, and he tries to kick Ivan in the chest. Ivan catches his ankle, the lucky asshole.
"Stop being a perv!" At those words, Ivan looks back up and makes eye contact with Till, looking very serious all of a sudden.
"You want to tell me about being a perv? When all you've done all day is try and get me to fuck you? Quite dirty," Ivan stalks over Till, crawling on top of them until they're face to face. Till can feel the warm breath that hits his lips, and a part of him wants to curl up and die from shame. He had just came barely three minutes ago, but his core was aching again for another release, and Ivan was just so close.
Till grabs Ivan by his shirt's neckline and tugs him down, forcing their lips together in a kiss that took far too long to happen. Till kisses in desperation, a large contrast between the words he throws around. It's just a few seconds of contact and suddenly Till's hands are all over Ivan. They're sliding under his shirt, over his pecs, squeezing at any lump of muscle he can find, and very eagerly trying to tug the shirt off altogether.
Ivan complies, of course. Till's hands tug at Ivan's hair, pulling him even further in. Ivan's tongue prods at Till's mouth, who very openly grants him access to the inside.
There's so much happening with their lips, tongues, teeth, saliva—God, it's actually so gross, but in such a good way. It's disgusting, but it's so hot, and so so rewarding. They both get breathless quickly, but even that isn't enough to pull them off of each other. The tension has been bottled up for far too long, and it's about time it finally exploded from the pressure.
Ivan finally pulls away when he's not sure he can take the lack of air anymore. He drops his forehead onto Till's collarbone and he pants, letting Till tangle his fingers into his hair soothingly, and then he tugs.
Ivan grunts, "Hyung, I want to eat you out," He mumbles, followed by the grazing of his tongue over the side of Till's neck. The older shudders and tilts his head to the side to give him more access.
"God, as lovely as that- Ivan!" Ivan had bitten him. He flattens his tongue against the mark and hums, urging Till to continue. "I think I'll actually choke you out if you don't fuck me right now,"
Ivan smirks against Till's skin and grabs at his wrists, mimicking how Till had done to him earlier, and lays them at the top of his waistband.
"Finish undressing me?" He asks huskily, removing his hands from Till's and instead running them up and down the sides of Till's torso in soothing admiration. Till doesn't hesitate any longer and undoes Ivan's jeans, wriggling them down his hips, and then following with the boxers.
The sheer size of Ivan has Till gasping out in the open.
"Holy shit," He mutters under his breath. "To think I could've had one of these…"
"You're about to, baby,"
Till wrinkles his nose. "Gross," He says, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away. He loves when Ivan says dumb shit. To avoid saying anything else, Till gently grabs at Ivan's dick, cherishing the quiet moan that comes with the contact. "There's lube under the pillow," Till mentions while thumbing at the head, spreading around precum that gathered on the tip.
"Under the pillow?" Ivan teases, raising an eyebrow on his beautifully flushed face. Till, embarrassed, turns his head away.
"You knew this was my end goal of the night, idiot."
Ivan did know that. That doesn't mean he enjoys harassing Till any less. Regardless, Ivan reaches under the pillow and retrieves the mentioned bottle, clicking the cap open and looking at Till with a sweet tilt of his head.
"Will you touch me too, hyung?"
Till almost objects, considering the fact that he literally already had Ivan's length in his hand. He knows Ivan is messing with him with that sweet tone, innocent face, and dirty fucking words. Maybe next time he will let Ivan eat him out just so he shuts the fuck up. Till takes the bottle from the younger man and squeezes a nickel sized amount onto his hand and places it directly back on Ivan's dick. He hisses in response, but the cold sensation is deserved for being an annoying asshole, Till rationalizes.
Ivan's discomfort is very quickly replaced with low notes of pleasure. With every slow stroke Till gives Ivan's cock, his hips are moving to meet Till's hand halfway, and Till can't help but think it's cute. He really could keep going until Ivan cums all over his hand, just as Till had done to him earlier, but unfortunately he's impatient.
"Sorry I didn't let you live out that 'eating me out' fantasy," Till lets out a shaky breath of anticipation while he lines Ivan up at his entrance. "But I need you now,"
"Don't worry, hyung," Ivan says, followed by a long whine and quiet laugh. "I have had fantasies of you in every position," With that out in the open, Ivan pushes into Till, who didn't even have a chance to respond to his lewd words.
"Fuck," Till's voice cracks, and Ivan's not doing much better. The adjusting is definitely necessary for the first few seconds. Despite being worked open just a little while ago, Till is still incredibly tight around Ivan, and it leaves them both winded.
It takes a moment of nothing but panting from the both of them before Till wraps his arms around Ivan's neck, digs his fingertips into the skin on his shoulders, and says "please" oh-so sweetly. Ivan is kicked into gear, pulling out, and then driving back in, hitting much deeper this time. Till cries out when Ivan repeats this over and over, gradually adding to his pace with every thrust.
Ivan just can't keep his mouth to himself through it all. He's kissing, licking, or biting any accessible piece of skin he can find. And when that's not enough, he's going as far to speak into Till, tell him so many praises that just get Till higher and higher.
"Hyung, you're so gorgeous," He practically whines, grabbing onto Till's thighs and manually wrapping them around his own waist so he can get a deeper angle. Till moans in response, but can't seem to get any coherent words out. Ivan licks his lips and reaches in where the both of their bodies meet, his hand finding Till's folds once again.
"I-Ivan, oh my God," Till cries when Ivan starts teasing at his clit again for the second time that night. He is overloading Till with feeling and it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. His own dick is bulling in and out of his long-time crush while he cries over feeling so good and filled. There's eyeliner streaming down Till's face in wet tears from his reddened aquamarine eyes, straight from his dirtiest dreams, and Ivan doesn't think he'll ever be able to get off again if it's not to this sight.
Ivan, who's "not-good-at-poetry" says, "You've always been the only thing I've cared to admire. Always the most beautiful," Ivan buries his face deep into Till's neck. "But right now I think is the prettiest I've ever seen you," He presses down firmer on Till's sweet spot. "You're so hot when you take me in like this, hyung,"
Till is a disaster beneath him. He's gasping, crying, and even choking on the noises that escape him. A sick part of Ivan wishes he had this on video, or a voice recording at least, but he shoves that thought far away for another day's conversation and instead just keeps taking Till apart, thrust by thrust.
Till swears he can feel him in his cervix. Ivan's getting deeper than Till knew was even possible and he's far past holding himself together.
"Please- faster, Ivan?" Till asks in a broken sob, raking his nails down Ivan's back.
"Anything for you," He responds, and he means it. Ivan's lips capture Till's in another kiss, just as open-mouthed and messy as the first one, but this time Ivan is plowing into him at a speed Till hasn't experienced before. He barely has enough coherence in him to kiss Ivan back, but he tries so very hard, even when his orgasm is creeping up on him.
Ivan's not far behind, if not actually closer than Till is, but he wills himself back. He refuses to finish until his Till had already came on his dick.
"Oh God," Till blubbers out with string of gibberish following after. His thighs tighten around Ivan, his back arches, and only a couple more deep plunges later, Till is cumming. It seemed to do him well, seeing as Till had practically checked out as soon as his orgasm hit. Once through the thick of it, Ivan removes his hand from Till's pussy and instead runs them down Till's sides, going over the curves of his ribs, and then finding their place on his ass and squeezing possessively.
Mine, mine, mine, mine, he repeats to himself. My Till.
Ivan can't keep himself contained after seeing Till cum in front of him—because of him—twice, so he finally lets go. More for his own sake than Till's, he hovers near Till's ear and husks out, "I'm going breed you full, Till. Everything that's inside of you will be me. You're mine."
Till, despite being blissed out and in his own world, does react. He pushes his hips up to Ivan's as close as he can and repeatedly begs for that to come true. Till's responsiveness has Ivan tipping over the edge, spilling into him without any sort of worry for the consequences. Ivan get how Till feels now, vision blurry from the mind blowing sensation that had just torn through his entire body. He rides out his orgasm with a few more thrusts for good measure, and then pulls out. Ivan promptly collapses next to Till on the bed, where they both just lay there, panting in silence.
The wait was worth it, Ivan thinks while he stared at Till's fatigued body. He understands now that Till in his dreams will never compare to the real thing. He can never let him go.
It takes a couple minutes, but once their heads are (mostly) clear, Ivan stands up to go grab a damp cloth. He returns within just a few seconds, sits back down on the bed, and starts cleaning all of the spend off of Till's shaking legs. Amidst this, Till speaks up.
"You said you're a virgin?"
"Mhmmm," Ivan hums back, looking over Till's fucked out face and body adoringly.
"And you fuck like that?" Till asks in bewilderment. Ivan snickers.
"I told you, hyung—I've been imagining this day for like four years now," He says, leaning down and placing a delicate kiss on Till's exposed thigh. "I had to make sure I'd know how to take care of you in any situation we may end up in,"
Till stares at him like one of them is dumb. Maybe both of them. Probably both of them.
"You've wanted to have sex with me for four fucking years and you let me whore myself out like that over the last week? I seriously thought I had to convince you!" Till looks shocked, maybe even a little betrayed, but Ivan can't help his laughter. Once Till is properly wiped down, Ivan very gingerly cleans himself as well.
"Hyung, I've been in love with you for even longer than that. You didn't need to convince me. I just liked seeing that you actually wanted me back,"
Till looks at him, his eyes cycling through many different lenses of emotion before settling on one that glistens of fondness. Ivan likes that look, he decides.
"Come here, you freak," Till mumbles and brings Ivan down to kiss him, this one much more tender and sweet than the other's they've shared. Ivan really enjoys this one, and by the blush on Till's cheeks when they pull apart, Ivan can tell he does too. "You're cute."
He looks away as he says it, but Ivan knows that Till means it. The confession makes him swell with pride and he can't help but get excited. After all, this was his long-term crush admitting this.
"Really, hyung?!" Ivan is beaming, and Till is so embarrassed he almost wishes he didn't say anything. Almost, because seeing Ivan look so happy he may just explode is something Till doesn't think he's ever seen before.
"Really," He confirms, but he still refuses to make eye contact. "Though, Ivan…"
Ivan sits back on his haunches and tilts his head, waiting for Till to continue his thought.
"Next time you spring that breeding kink shit on me without warning, I'm fucking gutting you," This time, Till does make eye contact. Ivan's heart races, and certainly not because he's scared. In fact, Till's serious face is kinda…
"Store. Plan B. Now."
"Yes, sir!"