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Till felt like he was under a spell, his eyes fixed to the television. It was awful, whatever shitty b-plot horror movie Ivan had chosen. Regardless, he couldn’t help but feel his heart race as the woman onscreen ran from the man in the mask, and- fuck, she tripped!
“Why do they always trip! Seriously, Ivan, why does every damn director think women just- I don’t know, can’t fucking run in a straight line?” Till yelled, full of emotion.
Ivan simply laughed, turning his head in Till’s lap to look up at him.
“I know, they should let you make these, baby.”
Till flushed in embarrassment, snapping his attention from Ivan’s eyes back to the screen quickly while he grumbled, “Yeah, they should. I’d do way better.”
Nuzzling into Till’s thigh, Ivan hummed in agreement. Slowly, he began tracing a finger, then two, then his whole hand up and down the bare thigh, just barely ghosting under the hem of Till’s shorts.
Till could feel himself heating up, but by God, he needed to see how this movie ended. They had spent this entire time making you feel bad for each character, just to pluck them off one by one. All except the typical “final girl,” and Ivan, his sick, twisted boyfriend, simply laughed at each and every little scare that had caught Till off guard.
That wasn’t to say Ivan’s lack of seriousness was making getting through the movie any easier, though. Bastard. The closer they had gotten to the final scenes of the movie, the further along Ivan had made his way with Till, his hand currently groping Till through his underwear, feeling the wet spot that had formed just through his gentle teasing.
“You- you’re fucking sick, you know that?” Till rasped, breathing heavy
Ivan licked a stripe up his thigh, letting his snaggletooth snag the sensitive skin as he spoke, “Oh, trust me, I know. I know that you like it, too.”
Till threw his head back, hitting the board of the couch hard.
“You’re crazy. Were you even paying attention to the movie?” He complained.
Ivan smirked, pulling the crotch of Till’s shorts to the side. His underwear was already a soaked mess. “Not really, but I’ve seen it before. You’re a lot more fun to watch, anyways.” He chided before pressing his face to Till’s pussy.
Till couldn’t help but squeal, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure hitting him as Ivan huffed against his cunt, only taking the time to exhale as he lapped at the tight, thin fabric. It somehow felt even dirtier, the two of them being entirely clothed. He dared to look down at Ivan, and the way his cock hung hard against his sweatpants. Fucker definitely wasn’t wearing boxers. Oh, God, he could feel the way his own cock was stiffening, and his hips bucked against Ivan’s face as his boyfriend sucked at it through the fabric, wet, and hot, and with all the friction in the world scratching at him. He hadn’t even realized he was moaning until Ivan pulled away, chuckling at him softly.
“It sounds like the credits are over, huh?” Ivan teased.
Scrambling for the remote, Till turned the television off and gripped Ivan’s hair, earning a gruff moan.
“Bedroom, now.” He panted. “Carry me?”
Leaving one last kiss to the inside of Till’s thigh, Ivan stood up, picking him up with a grunt.
“Come on,” He whined. “You could at least hold a little of your weight.”
“Nuh-uh. You worked me up this much, you get to deal with the consequences.” Till protested, hanging limp.
He was more than aware he was being a brat, but Ivan had been playing with him and teasing him for nearly the past half hour , so forgive him for feeling a bit boneless.
“Hey now, don’t tell me it doesn’t feel good, doesn’t it?” Ivan hummed, fumbling the door open.
Till hit the bed with an oof, eagerly spreading his legs.
“Gonna make me say it?” He teased.
Ivan cocked an eyebrow, “I certainly wouldn’t mind it.” he quipped, quickly making work of stripping the both of them.
Till smiled, the feeling of Ivan’s lips against his neck sending a shiver down his spine. His boyfriend was so… peculiar. Not that Till minded, but he could spend nearly every waking moment with Ivan and cling to him like the oversized letterman jackets his boyfriend kept handy, but if he didn’t say the words, it was like nothing he did mattered. He traced his fingers along Ivan’s back, feeling the way his muscles moved with every little shared caress of Till’s body.
“Well, I know that you know just how wet you made me,” Till started. “Bet I can taste it on you, still."
He used a hand to drag Ivan’s head up, messily crashing their mouths together. It was fast and hungry, how their tongues danced around the other’s, easily slicking up both of their lips. Feeling heady from the pleasure, Till’s eyes fluttered shut. He felt Ivan’s cock throb against him excitedly as he nipped at his bottom lip. Laughing into the kiss, Till blindly reached down between the tangle of limbs, stroking Ivan’s cock as best as he could. He tilted his head, using his other hand to tug at his boyfriend’s hair, guiding him to deepen the kiss. Salty-sweet, he really could taste himself on Ivan’s tongue. The hand that wasn’t currently working to keep Ivan from crushing Till made his way to his pussy, and Till moaned low into the kiss, loving the way his boyfriend's fingers dragged against the barbells in his skin.
Like the bully he is, Ivan pressed his thumb roughly against the head of Till’s clit, earning a half-moan, half- scream from him.
“Ivan- fuck!” He growled.
His hips bucked as Ivan rubbed circles against his cock, the pleasure coming all too quick, just how he liked it. Till threw his head back with a loud moan, and Ivan took the opportunity to bite and suck at his freshly exposed neck. He felt a finger prod lower, and his legs spread eagerly.
Ivan had stood up straight again, causing Till to whine at the fact that he had to stop jerking him off. He looked down at Till reverently as he fingered him, seeming to take every little sound he fucked out of him as a point of pride. He let his cock, dripping with excitement, lay at the crook between Till’s inner thigh and his pussy, rocking against him as he stretched him open.
Ugh.
Till was definitely going to need a long shower after this.
“You’re so nasty.” He whined. “Rutting against me like a fucking dog.”
“Can’t help it,” Ivan moaned. “I’ve been waiting all night for this, you know?”
Till rolled his eyes lovingly. Ivan was such a dork for him. As a second finger joined the one currently fucking into him, he shuddered out a moan. The feeling of Ivan’s cock on him, but not in him, was driving him crazy. His two fingers felt big, but he knew the main event was even bigger. The shlick sound of his cunt made him cringe, and he let his eyes close as Ivan worked him open, eventually taking a third finger with ease.
“You’re taking me so good, Till.” Ivan praised.
The pierced corners of Till’s lips lifted in a lazy smile, “I think I’d take something else much better.”
He heard Ivan hiss out a fuck, and the telltale click of their lube bottle opening and closing. Excitement buzzed in Till’s chest and he balanced himself up on his forearms, grinning up at his boyfriend expectantly. He wanted it so bad already, and Ivan, the fucking tease, simply rubbed his cock against Till’s folds. He was already panting softly as Ivan inched in, letting out a long, satisfied moan as he was filled to the hilt.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” He moaned.
Feeling Ivan twitch inside of him, Till smirked. His boyfriend was so easy sometimes. As unsatisfying as it could be sometimes, he supposed he’d be more offended if Ivan didn’t cum at all when they were together. He wrapped his legs around Ivan’s hips, gently tugging him closer. His boyfriend had put all that effort into working him up, he needed to get fucked now. Taking a deep breath, Ivan finally pulled back, giving a long, slow, hard thrust into Till. Each thrust punched a moan out of Till, the bed rocking with him.
“Does that feel good?” Ivan asked breathily.
“You- fuck, you know it does.” Till huffed between moans.
Ivan’s cute little snaggletooth caught on his smile before he leaned down, catching Till’s lips in a kiss. He bit and nipped until Till was sure his lips were red, forcing all sorts of shocked squeaks to escape. He moved down, giving harsher bites and deep, rough sucks to the skin of Till’s neck as he sped up his hips, fucking him like there was nothing more in the world he could have wanted.
Till’s back arched, pleasure filling him as the new pace began to settle in his body. A pleased sound was quickly shut down by Ivan’s hand replacing the lips that had just been there. With a smirk, he nodded, biting his swollen bottom lip.
Ivan set a pressure on the sides of Till’s throat, tightening his grip at the sides. His hips sped up, and soon enough, his own moans rang out as he watched Till beneath him.
With every passing moment, Till felt himself getting more and more lightheaded, hardly able to sip in a single breath between the tightness surrounding his neck, as well as the force of Ivan’s hips. He scrambled for purchase, one hand clawing at Ivan’s back while the other tangled in inky black hair.
“Fuck - Ivan!” He gasped as the pressure of his boyfriend's hand let up.
His nails dug further into the lean muscle of Ivan’s back, only causing him to nip at Till in retaliation. A wild laugh came up from his chest as he faux-struggled to escape from Ivan’s grasp. He pouted as Ivan stopped, pulling away from him. They had play-fought and wrestled during sex all the time, he didn’t see what the problem was now. He looked up at his boyfriend, confused.
The next thing he knew, the sheets were moving with him, and his hands pathetically clung onto Ivan as he was handled ungracefully to the middle of the bed. Ivan stared at him with a gleam in his pitch-black eyes as he filled Till back up again, with no resistance. He ran his hands down Till’s thighs, pushing them close to his chest.
Till groaned, his brain lagging behind everything that had happened in the past minute or so. All he could focus on was the feeling of Ivan filling him back up, this new position bringing them even closer, and making his boyfriend feel even bigger, if it was possible.
“Till,” Ivan rasped. “Feels so good, so perfect for me.”
Till grasped at the pillows behind him, needing to hold onto something. He felt like he was at the deep end of a pool, trying to claw his way to the surface to no avail. Half-baked strings of curses and moans were all he was capable of sounding out as Ivan’s hips snapped into him, completely engulfed in pleasure. He looked up at Ivan through half-lidded eyes, watching the way his boyfriend's face softened as he chased his own pleasure.
Ivan pressed soft, gentle kisses to the inside of Till’s knee, which turned out to the weirdly sensitive. It was a complete contrast to the way his hips slammed into Till’s. When his moans had turned to quick, high-pitched whines, that’s when Till knew he was in trouble.
He reached down, trying as best as he could in the awkward tangle of their bodies to stroke at his own cock. It was a pitiful attempt at chasing his orgasm before Ivan came inside him.
“Ah- Till, fuck!” Ivan whined.
He continued to pant and grind his hips against Till’s, and Till couldn’t help but watch ecstatically as his boyfriends muscles flexed with the effort of fucking into him.
“Gonna cum already?” He teased.
A shaky moan, “Yeah. ” as Ivan’s nails dug into Till’s thighs. “Feels too good.”
Till bit his lip with a smile, his fingers rubbing against his pierced cock as quick as he could. His own arousal built back again in rapid waves, but before he knew it, Ivan pressed into him further, giving a few slow, hard thrusts back into him, as he came inside Till. With a groan, Till retracted his hand, and his own orgasm waned just as fast as it had built up, the position all too awkward to maintain.
“Sorry- I’m sorry.” Ivan mumbled against Till’s ear once he had composed himself.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Till tsk-ed at him, lost in thought for a moment. “It’s kind of cute that you can’t control yourself around me.”
He could feel Ivan’s lips curl into a smile against him before pressing a few chaste kisses to his cheek.
“Let me make you feel better?” He offered sweetly, pulling out of Till and finally letting his limbs decompress.
Till groaned, his joints creaking as he straightened himself out. He took a deep breath and nodded, “Go crazy.”
Ivan raised an eyebrow, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He chuckled.
Now, what Ivan did next, Till wasn’t expecting. He positioned himself behind Till, settling him down in his lap. His strong legs hooked around Till’s, keeping them open wide. Till wrenched his head up to look up at his boyfriend, eyebrows knitted together.
“What’re you doing?” He asked.
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” Ivan whispered against his ear, getting a shiver in response.
One arm went under his armpit and across his chest, holding his arms in place, more or less, while the other made its way down to his dripping cunt. Till shuddered out a moan as warm fingers bullied their way back into his entrance, Ivan’s thumb circling at the head of his cock.
“Your poor little hole,” he teased. “Just can’t wait to be filled up again, huh?”
Till nodded against Ivan’s chest, panting softly as his boyfriend crooked his fingers as he fucked him, really trying to find the spot to make him scream. Each thrust of his fingers felt like the tick of a clock, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm again. It was coming fast this time, already having been so close before Ivan pumped him full of his cum.
“Fuck! ”
As soon as Ivan got the reaction he wanted, he continued slamming his fingers deep into Till, all as the younger man cried and moaned in his grasp.
“Fuck- Ivan, Ivan-” he babbled. “So good, please. ”
“Please? Tell me what you want, baby.”
The vibrations of Ivan’s voice against his skin brought Till back to reality, nearly lost in pleasure. His thighs were trembling, and he could feel himself tensing up.
“Keep,” he gasped. “Keep talkin’, lemme cum.” His words slurred together.
Ivan made a small, satisfied noise, his free hand trailing back up to Till’s throat.
“Yeah? You’re usually so bratty, telling me to shut my mouth. I guess when you’ve got something fucking you, you just can’t help but beg for what you really want.”
The pressure was building in his head and in his chest again, sides of his vision blurring. The only sounds he could manage were hoarse, clipped whines and moans. It was almost too much, too intense, and Till feel his chest heaving as he came closer, and closer-
“There you go baby, let it all out.” Ivan hummed.
Till’s body fought against him as he came, but Ivan kept him right in place, fingers continuing to piston in and out of him.
“Oh, God.” He choked out.
The wet sounds of his pussy rang out in his ears, and he hated it, but it felt so fucking good. The fingers didn’t stop, though. Till continued to squirm in Ivan’s grasp, his moans turning to squeaky pleads and sobs as the pleasure-pain of overstimulation hit him.
“Ivan, Ivan please- I can’t-” He cried as Ivan allowed him to catch his breath.
“Can’t what, Till?” Ivan asked, all too innocent. “There’s no way after all of that, you’ve only got one in you. I know you can cum for me again.”
Till felt a second of reprieve as Ivan pulled his fingers out, his slick threatening to drip onto the sheets. That brief relaxation was thrown out the window as Ivan spread his fingers across Till’s cock, rubbing circles fast and hard. He was soaking wet, and so hard, the barbells of his piercings moved smoothly, adding even more pressure against his sensitive nerves.
“ Fu-uck! ” Till cried, hyperventilating.
Pressure coiled in him again like a tight spring, and he had no escape from Ivan. He groaned through gritted teeth, feeling the inevitable build up yet again.
“Iv- I’m gonna, Ivan- “
Sticky, warm liquid splashed between his legs, and Till nearly screamed at the sensation. His legs finally kicked out with enough force that Ivan couldn’t keep them spread open, but it was too late. Ivan firmly kept his hand glued to Till’s cock, rubbing back and forth while more bursts of squirt forced their way out of Till. He could feel it puddling beneath him, and he finally clamped his legs shut, shaking.
“Stop- stop, too much.” He whined, voice hoarse.
Ivan’s hand was trapped between Till’s thighs, but had ceased its onslaught.
“That’s okay, you did so good for me, Till.” He praised.
Till felt like a bag of bones, exhausted. He wasn’t sure if his face was more wet from tears or sweat, but he certainly knew his thighs were slicked with his own squirt. He couldn’t form the words, just hummed a small thank you while nuzzling against Ivan’s chest. His eyes fluttered closed as Ivan ran his free hand though his hair, sweeping back the bangs that had fallen in his face.
“You want to go take a bath? I’m not sure I could keep you upright enough for a shower?” Ivan chuckled softly.
Till groaned softly, “Five more minutes.”
Five more minutes it was, before Till slipped into a sleep that Ivan wouldn't dare wake him from.