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Ivan and Till are relaxing on a normal day, basking in the warmth of their heating pad as they lay on the bed. Till's head was on Ivan's left part of his chest, their breathing synced.
Till's scrolling on his phone, watching videos about some cats that are incredibly cute, while Ivan's mesmerized. He's entranced by every single gesture. Every breath, every slight movement. He feels how Till's chest rises along in unison with his own, how his slender, bony finger swipes up on the screen when scrolling, how his teal irises dart as his gaze switches and moves even by the slightest bit.
"Till," Ivan says suddenly, taking in a breath so deep he might as well have just ran the mile in record time.
"Mmh?" Till responds with a content and questioning hum, not forming coherent speech as he freezes in concern slightly at Ivan's breathing, but then remembering that that's just how his boyfriend is. His abruptly tense body eases back into the crooks of Ivan's own, and he pauses his scrolling.
"Do you really love me?" Ivan asks, in a voice with the tones of doubt and insecureness. It's almost enough to make Till go into another fit about Ivan saying "those things", again.
Till lets out a sigh filled with the presences of amusement and affirmativity. He wonders why Ivan does this, since he's pretty sure Ivan's completely aware of his adoration for him. Sure, maybe before he was a little shit and didn't openly admit and express his feelings for Ivan, but as time gradually passed, he started to accept everything and express his affection more strongly.
"Of course I do, why're ya asking that?" Till powers off his phone completely, tossing it aside onto the mattress as he looks up to Ivan. He and his striking teal eyes gaze into Ivan's contrast of irises of a dark abyss, pricked with small dots of red for the pupils.
It's not long before those pricks bleed out, and Ivan's pupils dilate as their eye lock contact. Of course, Till's pupils dilate too.
A slight blush appears and creeps up on both of their faces, but they're not afraid to conceal it, both unafraid to express their dearly adoration for each other.
"Why ya staring?" Till asks, playfully poking his finger gently into the middle of Ivan's chest.
"Huh-?" Ivan immediately gets flustered. Damn. Before, it used to always be Till getting flustered. Now, he's blushing like a radish, cheeks flushing. Much to his dismay, something also starts to show.
"Y-you looked first-" Ivan says, as he clumsily tries to defend himself as he feels his cheeks grow hotter under Till's pressuring gaze.
"But you kept on looking, didn't you?" Till retorts with a chuckle, one that Ivan finds tremendously endearing.
"I...suppose so." He lets out a sigh defeat, face still hot from the unexpected yet still completely expected charisma that radiated off of Till. Well, of course it's not a surprise, given the fact that Ivan loves Till and everything about him, and the fact that Till can fluster him by saying almost anything, whether it's a regular sentence, a question, or even an incoherent statement.
Gingerly, Till cups Ivan's face with the palms of his scarred yet gentle hands, looking into the dark abyss of his irises. "Love you," he says in a soft tone before leaning in and capturing Ivan's lips in a tender, softhearted kiss. Ivan melts into it, making gestures such as leaning in as well to silently ask for more.
Their lips part, each still evident with the essence of each other's burning passion for another, the flame once flickering, but now a strong, thriving wildfire.
It spreads, to the tips of their fingers, to the tips of their feet.
Both eagerly join in the act again, capturing that unique sweetness and savory result once more.
Ivan's tongue presses lightly against the premises of Till's lips, seeking entrance. Till naturally sanctions the request, his own tongue starting to reciprocate.
Their tongues dance in each other's mouths like two slow dancers, progressively increasing pace, wanting more and more until eventually they're in the heat of it.
It's like being at Fuzziwig's dance party, with the small 2-4 musicians speeding up the tempo, as if saying "Let's speed up to Prestissimo!" Sure, may not be the best way to announce something, but it still works.
Ivan parts his lips from Till's, panting quietly for air. His breaths are shallow and sharp, while Till's breaths are soft and abrupt.
"Mmn," Ivan lets out a small whimper, clearly flustered from the encounter while Till lets out a small chuckle. At that, Ivan's cheeks burn with even more heat, and he looks down at his lap, hands balling into fists that grip his thighs lightly.
"Was it that good?" Till laughs, and then stares at Ivan, utterly enamored by how adorable Ivan's demeanor has become.
"Of course it was...after all, it's you." Ivan confesses slightly, still looking down, unable to confront Till and his strong gaze that strives to thrive on, blazing through life.
One time, he was told that if he is ever feeling disheartened, to set his heart ablaze.
Of course, as most saw, his heart wasn't the thing that was mostly set ablaze.
In fact, it ended up being the stage post-Blink Gone.
Mizi, who was the one who indeed crashed the rocket back onto earth, crushed all hopes of the rebellion's attempts to get help and flee from the endless cucles of pain.
She believed that humans were the source of all this pain, that they were incapable of loving without the act of exploitation involved, and that the entire system, including herself, deserved to be put to an end.
Till's cheer faded slightly at the thought and remembrance of such, and Ivan seemed not to notice.
But Till knew, that Mizi was still alive. He knew that she had to be, whether if she was recovered or barely hanging on.
She wouldn't try another go at something she had already attempted, especially if that previous attempt had failed miserably.
Till's concern for Mizi was nothing romantic; whatever childish love he had for her had disappeared long ago.
Instead, it was of an ally's concern. No, even mlre than that. But not anything related or even close to a crush or romantic attraction. That was more for Ivan.
Till shook the thoughts from his head, unwilling to let them dim the wholesome moment set upon him and Ivan.
"Ivan," Till coos as he places his hands on Ivan's inner thighs, rubbing them tenderly. His slender, bony fingers bend over, caressing the fabric of Ivan's clothing gently as Ivan stares with an intense gaze, mesmerized.
"Yes?" Ivan's mumbles, lost in his thoughts about the way Till's nimble fingers dance on top of his clothes, so close to his bare skin, yet so painstakingly far away.
"Wanna do it?" Till whispers in a teasing tone, clearly on the path to fluster Ivan as much as possible. He continues tracing intricate patterns on Ivan's thighs that send shivers of pleasure down Ivan's spine, making him shudder.
Sure, it may not even be intense foreplay, but Ivan doesn't need that. He could already cum just from seeing Till, noticing every detail about his current appearance, what's different from a minute or two ago;
even the smallest things can set him off, like a spark to the fuse of a bomb.
"Do what, Till..?" Ivan groans softly, reaching out for Till's wrists.
Till leans into Ivan's ear, smirking mischievously and, furthermore, seductively. He moves one of hands up from Ivan's thigh to rest on his neck. It oddly reminds him of how Luka tried to manipulate Till into thinking he was Ivan in Blink Gone, but that doesn't matter right now.
"Fuck," he whispers in a soft and teasing tone, clearly pushing Ivan over the edge.
"Till," Ivan struggles to maintain composed, already flustered from the earlier actions committed by Till.
"Please... yes."
Immediately, Till strips off his clothes, bringing Ivan's along with his to the floor.
The warm air provided by their heater hits their bodies, creating more heat in between their already burning touches.
Ivan's toned body has shadows emitting off of every curve and ab, similar to the tupe of art you see in a museum. Oh, how incredibly lucky Till was; he got to see an extraordinary sight almost every single day.
Meanwhile, Till's body has less weight to it, still proportional but more of an opposing body type to Ivan's.
His ribs were most definitely slightly more visible through his skin when he stretched, for the years of being malnourished by Urak never fully left.
They lingered, like the kiss Till pressed to Ivan's inner thigh before licking up a long stripe on his already hardening member.
"Eager, are we?" Till spoke in a calming voice against the side of Ivan's stiff cock, the weeping tip already releasing precum that flowed down the side of his dick, eventually reaching Till's lips.
"Ah-!" Ivan's body tensed, reacting in pleasure to Till's warm tongue, the saliva remaining there, mixing with the remnany of the viscous fluid that dripped down.
Till leaned down more, positioning himself more comfortably to reach Ivan's crotch. He was on his knees, bending over and resting on his stomach slightly, presenting.
He pressed a wet kiss to Ivan's reddened and sensitive tip, and then going on to pepper more along Ivan's length and all around.
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Ivan's hands gripped the sheets as he let of soft and content whimpers, clearly enjoying every moment.
His body suddenly jerked and jolted as Till took the entirety of the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and bobbing his head slightly, all while keeping eye contact.
"Till," Ivan moaned, throwing his head back softly and basking in the pleasure of Till's skillful and keen mouth.
Till let out a content hum around Ivan's dick, sending vibrations throughout his entire body.
Ivan twitched and groaned, his hands still tightly gripping the sheets. Till took that as a sign he was doing well.
As he pulled off for a second, Ivan whined thinking his pleasure was momentarily going to be paused.
It was, but it was returned with an even brighter spirit and intention as Till flicked his tongue at and into the slit of the tip, causing more precum to come out.
At this, Ivan's hands desperately flew to Till's hair in attempts to ground himself and his body. Till hummed, once again, this time in approval of himself and his actions.
"Mmph," he let out a small whimper before taking in Ivan's cock halfway, filling his mouth more.
"Hngh! Till-" Ivan gasped before looking down at Till with hunger and desire, also on the berge of tears from the immense pleasure this was giving him.
Till slightly smirked, taking in more and more of Ivan's length until he was deepthroating him.
Ivan felt Till's throat constricting around him, and with that, he couldn't hold back any longer. Gripping Till's hair as gently as he could, he let out a loud moan before releasing into Till's mouth.
Till took in a deep breath through his nose, Ivan's load so thick and rich in quantity it started spilling down the sides of his mouth in creamy white trickles.
"Agh," Till wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after pulling off, still in the process of swallowing the salty fluid. Ivan panted, clearly exerted from the action.
"You haven't been jerking off haven't you?" Till smirked, licking his lips.
"What? How'd you-" Till's hand slapped over Ivan's mouth with confidence as his smirk grew wider.
"It was thick, and pretty bold in color. If you'd been jerking off more, it would've been more watery. I thought ya knew that." Till answered, stating complete facts while Ivan stared in shock and flustration, snaggletooth resting on his lip.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll do it more often-" Once again, Ifan got cut off and interrupted by Till and his loyal hand.
"I never said to. You don't need to." Tears started forming in Ivan's eyes, clearly caused by being upset from Till's disapproval.
"Hey, don't cry. You're not doing anything wrong," Till caressed Ivan's face softly while speaking in a soothing tone.
Ivan sniffled, picking himself up and deciding he'll be better for Till. Although he knew deep down Till would probably never genuinely get mad at him, he still wants Till to approve of his every word and action. Also, most of the time, he's not even sad. It's just a praise kink.
"I wanna make you feel good," Ivan whispered in Till's ear, leaning over.
"Can I, Till? Please..." Till laughed in amusement at Ivan's desperate attempts of asking to pleasure him.
"Yes," Till finally replied, after multiple fits of giggling. "8,970 times yes."
With that, Ivan dove down eagerly, laying Till's body back onto the bed gently. He grabbed a pillow, placing it under Till's hips to ensure maximum comfort and pleasure for the both of them, but mostly Till.
"Ah," Till let out a soft groan as Ivan positioned him. His hands were rough, but soft and kind at the same time.
Ivan planted some wet kisses on Till's neck, and then went on to pepper soft and tender ones all over Till's body.
Till squirmed and whimpered softly, enjoying his turn.
Ivan went up to Till's already hardening nippled, sucking and kissing on one while rubbing the other with gentle touches.
"Ivan," Till moaned softly, his own erection pressing against between his abdomen and Ivan's hip. But Ivan was too caught up in the licking, sucking and kissing to hear Till.
Finally, after about a minute, Ivan pulled off of Till's chest and moved back down, lifting Till's legs over his shoulders for better access on what he was about to do.
Ivan leaned down, pulling Till's hips up gently a little more until his entrance was right at his face. His mouth, particularly.
Diving in with clear enthusiasm, Ivan sucked and licked at Till's rim, the sensations making Till moan loudly and his hole clench lewdly.
Till threw his head back, moaning some jumbled up variations of Ivan's name. Ivan's watched intently, his gaze lost in Till and his body's reactions.
On the verge of orgasming, Till's body started to shudder and twitch. Ivan sucked harder, beginning to thrust his tongue in and out of the tight ring of muscle.
"Hah-mmph!~ Agh-eek! Fuck, Iva-nngh-!" Till cried out as waves of pleasure rippled through his entire body, his eyes rolling back and going half lidded. His attempted calls of Ivan's name ended up with him cutting his own words off with a long, drawn out moan. Oh, how good it felt. How good Ivan felt.
His hole spasmed, sopping wet with fluids flowing onto Ivan's tongue and lips, while his erection released. His cum spilled onto his stomach and up to his chest, in rich ropes of cream white.
Ivan, still not completely satisfied, buries his face into the entirety of Till's hindquarters, pressing his nose into Till's soft and sensitive perineum. Till moans softly, his grip on Ivan's hair tightening.
"Good?" Ivan asks, his speech sending vibrations throughout Till's body that add even more to the current pleasure he shudders in.
Till can only manage a small, affirmative whimper as Ivan holds him through the aftershocks, soothing as Till lets out a colorful string of swears under his breath.
"Ivan," Till whines and breathes heavily.
"Mh?" Ivan looks up, his eyes shining with admiration.
"Can we fuck already..?" Till's voice is weak, pleading, begging desperately for Ivan's response.
"Y-yes." Ivan's face burns in flustrations from Till's submissive demeanor change, his cock straining and pressing against his abdomen. He bites his lip in arousal, clearly turned on.
"Here goes." Ivan breathes in, before gripping Till's hips softly and pushing the first bits of the tip in.
"Hah, shit, nngh-" Till moans and whimpers at the sensation, clenching around the tip of Ivan's erection.
Ivan suddenly freezes, stopping his movements.
"Huh? Why'd you stop?" Till asks in confusion.
"I forgot to stretch you properly," Ivan groans in regret and a clear state of disappointment.
"It's fine," Till tries to assure, but Ivan shakes his head.
"I don't want to risk hurting you again... like last time." His voice is tinted with sorrow and an apologetic tone, this time the most genuine.
"Fine, but only a bit. We were just getting to the good part." He whines in frustration, clearly having felt eager about the moment, only to have it stopped.
"You're so wet already, do you still want lube?" Till shakes his head as Ivan's fingers graze his slicked entrance, causing him to whimper again.
"Alright. I'm putting my finger in, Till." Ivan slowly inserts a finger, surprised at how easily it slides in past the first knuckle; Till's usually pretty tight. He curls his finger slightly, crooking it up to find Till's prostate.
Suddenly, Till arches and gasps, emitting multiple moans.
"Fuck, right there," He groans as Ivan's fingers graze his thrusts in and out, another joining in.
"Hah-haa-mmph! Don't stop, don't stop." Till's voice is pleading, begging for Ivan to continue his ministrations.
Ivan rubs directly on that particular spot, deep inside of Till. Till, who is very much enjoying it, cried out as his body convulses for the second time.
"Ivaaannn," Till drags out Ivan's name in a long and desperate moan, needily leaning into Ivan's touch while doing so.
In one swift movement, Till flips Ivan over, straddling him while Ivan freezes in shock.
He starts descending down onto Ivan's member, progressively taking in more of the length until Ivan's fully seated inside him. They both moan, lost in pleasure.
Till starts grinding against Ivan, occasionally going up and down, as Ivan's hands find their way to Till's waist.
"Till, Till please-ah-nnngh!" Ivan's words are choked and strangled through moans as Till increases the pace, his hips snapping down onto Ivan's with more force. Yet, they're still gentle.
"Fu-mmph," Till leans down and cups Ivan's face before capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss that prevents Ivan from saying anything he desired to. Their eyes lock, both filled with slight lust and desire, and then close, savoring the intimate moment.
"Cum-" Ivan breaks the kiss for a second to pant, before Till moves back and, together, they climax together, their fluids seperate yet so close. Till lifts himself off of Ivan's cock, the cum dripping out of his hole. Ivan's abdomen is coated with a thin and sheer layer of Till's own, and they both catch their breath.
"Thank you," Ivan pants, still recovering. "For being the victim of my shallow emotions." He manages to finish what he was saying, but it isn't long before Till pulls him in for another kiss, his hands making their way back to Ivan's face. Ivan eagerly accepts, and with that, they both fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms tightly and never to let go.