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Let it be known by all that Till was the type of man to put his money where his mouth is...
Most times, that is. How they got in this situation with his hand wrapped around his childhood best friend's and lovely boyfriend's cock, tongue shoved in the man's ass as whimper after whimper was pulled from the trembling mass of muscle was so beyond him!
Now Till had a lot of pride, and he often (though in his mind only) boasted about how much of a passionate lover he was. Ivan was that times.. whatever freak number existed out there. If he could live in the smaller man's skin, he for sure would, bottomless eyes always watching his every move and keeping the alternative loner in check. This specific moment, Till's pride was wounded, having had earth shattering orgasm after orgasm ripped from his body, laying near motionless save for the occasional tremble here and there, tired pools of teal watching his rather well built partner's scratched up back slowly be covered in an offending article of clothing. He was so entranced, he missed the words coming out of that obnoxious mouth. "Ha?" His scratchy, aggrieved voice cut through the endless rambling of the dark haired athlete, eyes narrowed as he watched a flush creep up the man's neck. Some bullshit, he was ninety - no, a hundred, percent sure flew out the fool's mouth. He propped himself up, grey hair in a wild array as his eyes caught the words leaving his partner's mouth. Yes, he grimaced to himself as he knew he'd feed into this nonsense, hearing something about how Till's greedy body always was quick to shoot off and left the more dominant of the two to last the longest or slow because he'd otherwise cause the ashen haired one to have an accident (which they agreed not to ever speak about, mind you!). "...What I'm saying is, you couldn't make me cum first if you tried!" He laughed, oh how Ivan laughed in the face of his flustered partner, leaving the male to fumble and immediately feel challenged, puffing up and lifting his upper half off the mattress.
This is where Till's pride had an issue and the little devils in his brain would have a screaming match within the void he called a conscious, the filter linking his thoughts to mouth breaking as he shouted despite the tight choker still adorning his neck albeit in crooked fashion, "Shut up! I'll show your ass!" As if they were in grade school yet again, fighting over who was the best at whatever category their tiny minds could grasp at the time. Oh how foolish he was, seeing the predatory glint in Ivan's abyss-like gaze that swallowed him endlessly. He slowly made his way back over to the bed, eyes only on Till, trapping the man until he was so in the other's personal space, all the two could see and breathe was one another, teal with splashes of red darting from an intense gaze to a smirking face to the snaggletooth that glinted in the light his last chance to back out. But mama raised a passionate fool, one that took on challenges that were so beyond him yet almost always easily conquered when he gave enough fucks to pursue the opportunity. Speaking of fucks..
Well, too late to back out now, wasn't it?
Situating themselves so that now Ivan was on all fours and Till was directly behind him, the smaller of the two had to swallow his tongue to keep from being a drooling mess. This position took them a couple minutes to decipher as they bickered back and forth like the children they were, hands being thrown somewhere in the midst before Ivan acquiesced to please the younger and put himself in a submissive position. On his hands and knees, presenting, or doggy position as one would eloquently put it. "Gonna get to it or...?" The raven goaded, hips shifting ever so slightly before his ass was slapped rather roughly (as if there were a polite way of doing it, teal eyes rolled to themselves). He was over it, aggrieved, and so ready to prove that he was, in fact, capable of being a top when he could muster the courage to do so. Reaching out a hand, he firmly gripped the thick, angry-looking cock from between the raven's legs, ignoring the man's choked grasped as he put a thumb over the slit and swiped at it while the rest of his hand squeezed around the phallus in a test motion. What? Could you blame him for his curiosity? It wasn't often he was able to grab and play with the pretty but terrifying mass of destruction like he had nothing better to do. Hands with black painted fingernails traced lone veins aside the genitalia with interest, occasionally dropping down to the ball sack and squeezing or lightly jiggling them, amused at the sounds he was able to pull from the jock as if it were nothing more than another day. Seems like he was good at stringing the man along while making him whine and whimper as if this was the natural order of things (and when Ivan was buried balls deep in Till's receptive hole, it was a hundred percent normal to hear him beg and be weak as if he weren't carving a place for himself inside that tempting body). Back to what was currently ongoing...
Till seemed amused and entranced with his actions. He very much so enjoyed how he could just .. play with the delicate parts in his hands without feeling rushed. Hell, he even had the chance to spread one of the supple cheeks and let it bounce back, going as far as slapping it to watch his hand print appear and stay. Red on white, that was enough to make him patriotic. His eyes finally trailed upwards once he had his fill (or close to enough, he'd never be done enough with the reactions he could pull and string out of the somewhat older male), making contact with the twitching hole that would've been otherwise buried and gone untouched. Till loved prostate stimulation, he felt his mind go hazy and fade into nothingness when his was stimulated and played with, so he felt as if his partner would enjoy it all the same. Ignoring the confused sound that broke the silence upon him separating to find the bottle of lubricant, the grey haired young adult soaked two of his digits in the thick liquid. Tongue poking out the corner of his mouth, his pointer and middle traced the rim ever so slightly, eyes trained on every little quiver and tremble of the muscle and committing the scene to memory. He was so enjoying being in such a position, drinking up the responses Ivan was graciously giving him, even if it caused the choker wearer to swallow harshly and force himself to keep a hand off his own cock despite desperately wanting to get off to the display in front of him. Even when he fed a finger into the greedy hole that swallowed him with some ease, he had to fight down the arousal that coursed through his system, holding off to wait for the raven's go ahead before shoving in another finger due to the word gentle not being anywhere near his vocabulary.
It seemed as if not all demons of lust and greed could be contained as the male saw himself giving in and leaning in, tongue circling the hole his pointer and middle fingers were shoved inside of, toying with the rim playfully though harboring some anxiety before diving straight in, hooking his fingers downwards and tugging on the entrance while his tongue squirmed in as deep as he could manage. While Till was behind him slobbering and moaning, hardened cock rutting into the otherwise cold air, Ivan wasn't fairing too well, in a daze as he moaned and begged for more, hips shaking onto the other's slim face while burying his own model-worthy features into the pillows he drooled all over, tears in his eyes as he was worked over and over into a state of disarray. Earlier on, as in when Till first inserted a finger, it caused Ivan to release all over the blankets bunched beneath his knees, large and heavy cock forced to rub against the fabrics until it was pushed into a state of half hardness, coming again with the insertion of a tongue and two fingers, mind feeling hazy and blown beyond relief, shoulders sagging into the mattress as he was pushed further and further into mind numbing stimulation. Till seemingly had yet to realize the state of his partner until a loud whine reached his ears, pulling back in time to watch the man come untouched a third time, dry, and slump down into the sheets in a heap of limbs and bodily fluids. Extracting his fingers, Till was quick to pull himself into position, thighs straddling the back of his lover's leg as he rutted mindlessly, chanting the man's name until he (rather embarrassingly quickly) reached his peak, chest heaving as he slowly fixed himself to lay beside his partner. At least he showed that he could top when he could be assed to do it!