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Ivan has been a fan of the indie rock band, Unknown for years. He owns every album they've ever released, posters of their front man decorate his bedroom walls, a photo card of the rock star even lives in the back of his phone case. Despite being Unknown's self-proclaimed number one fan, Ivan has never attended one of their shows.
It wasn't for lack of trying. He had waited in queues for ticket sales, went to war bidding with scalpers, but he was never fast enough. For once, it seemed like things were finally going in his favor.
He had gotten the text with the link to the presale and had set an alarm to be sure he was awake when it went live. At 4:59 AM he clicked the link and entered his code and some higher power must've been looking down on Ivan that day because the code worked and he got a ticket. Not only did he manage to get a ticket, he scored a VIP package, including a meet and greet with the frontman, Till, himself.
Once the purchase was complete, Ivan clutched his phone to his chest and thrashed around his bed, kicking blankets and plushies off in his excitement. He rolled around a little and then grabbed a pillow, squishing his cheek against it as he stared longingly at the poster of Till across from his bed.
"I'm going to meet you," Ivan sighed dreamily. "What if I make you fall in love with me? Hmm, what would you do?"
Ivan laughs at the absolute audacity of that statement. Even if Till met him, he's sure he wouldn't even remember Ivan's name once their time together was over. Ivan would merely be a face in the crowd, one of a million fans, Till would never remember him. He groans and rolls onto his back, nuzzling his cheek against the pillow.
"How do I make myself memorable, though?" Ivan wonders aloud.
He had time, the concert wasn't for a few weeks, but this was something that absolutely required extensive planning. Ivan discards the pillow and heads to his closet to root through his clothes. He needed to find the perfect outfit, something that Till would surely never forget.
All his clothes suddenly seem plain. They're cute, he knows that, Ivan prides himself on his rather cute aesthetic. His whole closet is filled to the brim with muted pastels and soft fabrics, he pulls out one item. A baby blue sweater, it's one of his favorites, he feels that the color compliments his features and the fabric feels nice on his skin. It's cute, but that's all it is. It's then that Ivan realizes he needs to go shopping, to find something that will surely wow Till, make his jaw drop and leave a lasting impression.
He grabs his phone from the bed and sprawls out on his stomach, opening the browser. The first site he goes to is one he's used frequently, their clothing is good quality and it actually fits. Ivan knows Till prefers a more alternative look himself, so Ivan tries to keep this in mind as he searches.
He finds a pink and black striped sweater that is intentionally distressed and designed to fall off the shoulder. That would be good, especially if he wore something underneath of it that could peak out and hopefully leave Till intrigued…he selects his size and adds it to his cart. The next item is a little harder for him to choose. Should he wear pants? There are several pairs of ripped jeans that are moderately appealing and would pair well with the sweater he chose, but he has always been told he has nice legs. It would be a shame not to show them off.
With this thought in mind, he starts browsing the skirt selection on the site. Eventually he finds one that is perfect, it's the same pink as the sweater with a chunky black belt on the waist. He knows he has a pair of black stockings in his dresser that will match.
Once all the items are added to his cart, he proceeds to check out and pays extra for express shipping. After the order is confirmed, he closes the window and opens a new one. This is a site he doesn't frequent, he's never had much of a need to buy cute underwear when no one ever sees them, the few pairs he has are from a shop in the mall that he bought when Mizi pressured him into it. But this is a special occasion and the delusional part of his brain tells him that Till is worth the extra effort.
Figuring out what size he would wear is a bit of a nightmare. Ivan has never had to measure his chest before and he finds himself guessing more than anything, but after some trial and error, he selects the size he thinks will be fit him and adds the bra with matching panties to his cart. This purchase makes him blush a little. He's an adult, he can buy these kind of things if he so pleases, but the implication that someone may see him in them somehow flusters him. There's not even a guarantee that Till will see these, but at the very least, Ivan will know he's wearing them and that's enough.
Satisfied with his purchases, Ivan locks his phone and turns off the light, settling back into bed for a few more hours of sleep before he has to start his day. Just a few weeks and I'll finally see Till, Ivan thinks with a smile as he shuts his eyes and lets himself drift off to sleep.
Time feels like it crawls to a stop as Ivan eagerly waits for the day of the concert. His items arrive and by sheer luck, they all fit perfectly. He finds himself smiling giddily at his reflection and even doing a spin. He hopes Till appreciates all the work he put into this.
When the day finally rolls around, Ivan really pulls out all the stops. He doesn't know why he does it, hope, delusion, a mixture of both perhaps. Whatever the reason, he finds himself taking an everything shower, making sure each inch of his skin is smooth and moisturized. He also spends a little extra time on his hair, fluffing it up just right before securing the hair clips and ribbon he bought into his hair. The ribbon matches the pink of the sweater perfectly, it was a last minute decision, but he's grateful for it now. It really ties the look together.
He doesn't bother wearing makeup, it's never much appealed to him, but he does add a sheer gloss to his lips, making them look fuller. Logically, Ivan knows this is a ridiculous plan, but even if no one notices him, at least he feels good about how he looks, he feels cute, desirable. It's a good feeling, one he revels in.
Adjusting everything one last time in the mirror, Ivan grabs his wallet and keys and heads out the door. This was going to be an incredible night, even if nothing happened between him and Till, at least he was finally going to be able to see him in person for the first time ever.
Ivan arrives at the venue well before the time the VIP Meet and Greet starts. Outside, he makes conversation with other people who are fans of Till's. It's nice, it's almost like he's building a sense of camaraderie, making friends. He even exchanges social media handles with a few of them.
Soon enough, the doors open and Ivan can barely contain his excitement. His heart is beating so fast and so loudly he can hear it in his ears. With bated breath, he holds his phone out for the bouncer to scan his ticket and then his ID. This is happening, Ivan thinks, a bit giddy, as he's ushered into the venue.
It's small, a rundown bar that's barely big enough for this kind of thing and Ivan knows immediately that he sticks out like a sore thumb. He doesn't care, it doesn't matter what anyone thinks, so long as Till likes it. He heads over to the merch table where the band is signing autographs and talking to their fans.
Ivan waits patiently for his turn, clutching his album so close to his chest that he worries the plastic of the cover may crack. Soon, he is gestured up to the front of the line and he's standing face-to-face with the man of his dreams.
Till is even more handsome in person, Ivan didn't even know that was possible. His eyes are so intense, clear and striking, outlined in sharp black. Ivan doesn't fail to notice the way they slowly trail down his body, widening minutely as he takes in every detail. Till clears his throat and smiles, it's a bit awkward, Ivan finds it painfully endearing.
"Aw, did you get all dressed up for me?" Till teases, his voice isn't quite as rough as it is when he sings, but it's still a bit raspy and the mere sound of it sends a shiver down Ivan's spine.
"Yes, actually," he answers almost automatically, his cheeks burning a bit when Till's smile falters a bit.
The rock star is quick to cover, laughing lightly and smiling genuinely, his eyes crinkling with it. "That's cute, I like that you're honest. What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Ivan," he answers, smiling shyly. He holds the album out to Till with a pleading look in his eyes. "Would you sign this for me? It would mean a lot to me if you would."
Till nods, laughing and grabbing the album. He takes the cap of the marker between his teeth and opens it, scribbling his signature on the plastic. With a smirk, he peers up at Ivan before leaning back down and adding to the message. Once he's finished, Till hands it back to Ivan and Ivan's eyes blow wide when he reads the words.
To my cutest fan, Ivan. Till's name is signed beneath the message with a heart and a skull. Ivan blushes at it and cradles it to his chest.
"Thank you so much," Ivan whispers, smiling broadly. "This means so much to me. I've wanted to see you for so long, I can't believe I'm really meeting you! This feels like a dream."
Till chuckles. He toys with the marker in his hand and chews on his lower lip, seemingly anxious and leans in close to Ivan's ear to whisper. His breath is warm against his skin and makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, not out of fear, out of pure intrigue.
"What if I upgrade your experience? Hmm?" Till whispers, trailing a hand down Ivan's arm slowly. "You said you've been wanting to meet me forever, I could make your night even more special. Just cause you're such a big fan."
Ivan draws back, blinking rapidly and nods his head. Then it dawns on him that he doesn't exactly understand what Till means. He tilts his head to the side questioningly.
"What does that mean? Do I have to pay extra?" Ivan would, he absolutely would if Till only asked him to.
Instead, Till laughs again, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. "No, a cutie like you doesn't have to pay for anything. This is me merely…giving back to a dedicated fan. No one else gets this kind of treatment, you're special."
Ivan's brows furrow. He doesn't understand, what could possibly make him so special? He really didn't want to put Till out or inconvenience him in any way, but the offer was too good to refuse.
"What would we do?" Ivan asks shyly, still clutching the signed album like it's a security blanket. "I don't want to be a bother."
Till smiles, it's warm, but there's a hint of something else lurking underneath the surface. His eyes are predatory, like a hungry animal eyeing up its pray.
"It's no bother, I want to spend some time with you. Alone. We can go the green room when the show is over, I'll tell security to bring you back. I'll show you around, give you a peak behind the scenes. We can just hang out, talk, you know? Whatever you'd like, Ivan."
Maybe if things turned out in Till's favor, he could convince Ivan to go somewhere even more private with him. He has his own trailer, but if it'd make Ivan more comfortable he'd even be willing to splurge on a hotel room. This wasn't something he usually did, but he didn't usually see fans this cute.
Hearing Till say his name is almost too much for Ivan to bear. It rolls off his tongue so easily, almost like he's savoring the syllables as he says them. Ivan doesn't think he's ever liked the sound of his name as much as he does when Till says it.
"Okay…if it's not a bother," Ivan answers, peering up at Till through his lashes. Till merely shakes his head.
"No bother at all, sweetheart. Enjoy the show, I'll see you soon."
As Ivan is ushered away, he swears he can see Till wink at him. Maybe it's delusion, maybe it's wishful thinking, either way it makes his heart stutter. He walks away with a broad smile on his face and excitement for what's to come. Ivan can't help but ruminate on one thing, Till thought he was special, he thought he was cute. On some level, that meant that Ivan's convoluted plan had worked and he can't help but feel a little victorious.
The show is, as expected, life changing. Seeing Till on stage is nothing compared to watching him in videos. Ivan managed to squeeze so close to the stage that he can see the sweat roll down Till's temples as he sings into the mic, the way his pink tongue peaks out when he's focused during his solos, catches the glint of metal in the center of it. The passion he pours out on stage is palpable, Ivan can practically feel it himself and stands, utterly entranced.
He knew that Till wasn't one for fan service or even really talking to the crowd during his shows. Often, he said the bare minimum, letting his more sociable bandmates handle the crowd work. Tonight, though, Till gets on mic frequently, his voice gravely and rough, almost a purr into the microphone. Each time he does, his eyes seem to be trained directly on Ivan and there's a certain look in them that he couldn't miss even if he tried. It's a mischievous glint, almost hungry, predatory, and it makes Ivan shiver each time.
Ivan had known Till was objectively attractive before he saw him live. Shamefully, it's part of the reason Ivan grew so fixated on him specifically. His voice was incredible, but paired with that face, those sharp eyes that always seemed somehow tired but entirely aware at the same time, everything about Till had Ivan captivated. Now, though, this close, seeing Till literally sweat, seeing his haughty smirks, witnessing the sheer confidence he carries himself with on stage, Ivan knows that Till is more than attractive. He's sexy, devastatingly so and the mere realization of that makes him rub his thighs together subconsciously.
As the set comes to a close, Till gets on mic one last time to thank everyone for coming and throws a hungry smirk in Ivan's direction paired with a deliberate wink that has all the girls (and some guys) around him screaming and swooning. It makes Ivan's heart flutter because he knows that was for him. All he can do is smile in return, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, giving a slight nod of understanding. None of this felt real, he was probably dreaming, but if he is, that's okay, it was a wonderful dream and he hopes he never wakes up.
Just like Till promised, someone comes to the front of the stage a few minutes after the band leaves, the crowd still begging for another encore. He appears to be someone from security or at the very least someone who works with the band, dressed in all black with a head set over his ear. He chuckles when he sees Ivan and shakes his head.
"You must be Ivan? I see why he took an interest in you," the man mutters. Ivan doesn't even have a chance to respond before the man is jutting his head to side and leading Ivan away. "Come on, this way. He's waiting for you backstage, had me come get you and everything."
Ivan is still for a moment, too stunned to move, but when he realizes the man isn't waiting for him, he practically runs to catch up. He can't lose this opportunity, it would likely never present itself again and he had to make the most of it while he could. The man pushes through the crowd and leads Ivan to a door which he holds open for him with a smile.
"Have fun," he teases, snickering. Ivan doesn't really know what that is supposed to mean, of course he'll have fun! He's getting to spend time with Till, after all.
Blissfully ignorant to the innuendo hidden in the man's words, perhaps even a subtle warning, Ivan smiles brightly and nods his head, stepping forward. "Thanks! I will, I'm so excited," Ivan chirps. He can hear the man scoff behind him and the door shuts.
He walks down the narrow hallway, looking around. There's not much to see, it's relatively small back here and there seems to be only two doors on the side of the hallway. Ivan surmises they must be bathrooms or storage closets. The hallway leads into a more well-lit room with several couches, mirrors, a table scattered with alcohol bottles. On the various items of furniture, the members of Unknown lounge, chatting idly between themselves. Till himself seems engrossed in the conversation, if not a little annoyed by the furrow in his brows and the way his teal eyes are narrowed, so much so that he doesn't notice Ivan's presence until his drummer, Dewey whistles lowly.
"Damn, Till, is this the guy you were telling us about? Why do you have to get all the cute ones," he chuckles, smiling at Ivan.
Ivan blushes at the compliment and mutters his thanks, eyes sliding to the floor.
"Shut the fuck up," Till grumbles, getting up immediately and walking over to Ivan. Soon enough, he close, so close that Ivan can smell his cologne and a hint of his sweat from the intense performance. It makes his head spin and he looks up shyly. When he does, he sees Till smiling at him warmly, head tilted to the side. "Hi, sweetheart, how was the show?"
Ivan feels himself blush again at the pet name and Till's attention directed solely at him, but he still manages to gush his praise. "It was so good, you were incredible! All of you, but you especially…" Ivan cuts himself off when he realizes he doesn't really know how he should refer to Till. Till is a bit older than him and it would certainly be rude to call him by his first name when they've just met.
Till doesn't notice his slip up, wrapping an arm around Ivan's shoulders and leading him to one of the couches to sit. Ivan is surprised when Till takes the seat right next to him, their bodies so close to each other that he can feel the way Till's thigh presses against his own on the couch cushion. It makes Ivan feel warm, warmer than he should and it only worsens when Till returns the arm around his shoulders. He rests it there easily, almost possessively, like he's staking his claim over Ivan and leans back against the couch with a sigh.
Till goes back to conversing with his bandmates, all the while their thighs stay pressed together and Till's arm stays resting over Ivan's shoulders. It's so much, done so casually, but with unmistakable intention. Eventually, Till seems to realize something and turns his attention back to Ivan. When he speaks, his voice is soft, low.
"It seems I've been a bad host," Till says, smiling softly. "Would you like something to drink? We have plenty."
Ivan's eyes go wide and he nods his head excitedly. He doesn't drink often, but he wouldn't dream of refusing Till's offer and seeming rude. "Sure, thank you," Ivan replies, a broad grin stretching across his lips.
Till laughs lightly, muttering a cute, under his breath that Ivan doesn't think he's meant to hear, but absolutely does. He withdraws his arm from Ivan's shoulders and leans forward to pour some alcohol into a glass for Ivan. As he does, Ivan can't help the way his eyes are drawn to Till's chest as his loose tank top gaps, revealing his nipples. And, oh, they're pierced, Ivan realizes, his cheeks flushing even redder. That thought alone makes his entire body heat up again, there's an uncomfortable sensation brewing in his stomach, between his thighs. It's not an unfamiliar one, he knows full well what it feels like to be horny, but it is unwelcome in this current situation. With great effort, he tears his eyes away from the mouthwatering sight and stares at the coffee table instead.
"Here you go, sweetheart," Till says, handing Ivan the glass. Ivan takes it with a shy smile and doesn't miss the way Till's eyes slowly roam his body. He fidgets under Till's intense gaze and brings the glass to his lips, taking maybe too big of a sip.
It's not that Ivan doesn't drink, he just doesn't do it often and usually what he chooses to order is so sweet it masks the taste of the alcohol. That wasn't possible when what he was handed was seemingly straight vodka and he just drank it like it was water. He pays the price, the liquid burning his throat and making him cough. Till doesn't seem the least bit apologetic, laughing heartily at Ivan's struggle. Ivan glares at him, but Till looks so fond that his annoyance melts away.
Ivan clears his throat and tries to smile. "Thank you…uh," he's face with the same dilemma as before. He doesn't know what to call Till and he can't just not address him when the other man is talking directly to him. "What should I call you? It feels rude to just call you by your name when we've just met."
Till hums, wrapping his arm around Ivan's shoulders again and bringing his own glass to his lips. Ivan tracks the way his throat bobs as he swallows and feels his own mouth go dry. Till turns to him, a smirk on his lips. "You can call me whatever you'd like. I don't mind, I'm not much of a stickler for manners," he says, his hand softly caressing Ivan's bicep through the fabric of his sweater.
Despite there being other people in the room, Till's attention seems entirely centered on Ivan and it feels so good. To be fair, no one else seems too concerned with Ivan's presence, leaving them alone, and it creates the feeling that they're alone in their own little bubble. Ivan smiles against the lip of his glass.
"Okay, then. Thanks, Hyung. For the drink and for bringing me back here, it means a lot to me," Ivan mutters.
Till hums and smiles at him, setting his glass down and taking Ivan's chin in his hand. He tilts Ivan's face up so their eyes meet and Ivan knows his eyes are wide and his cheeks are flushed. He knows he probably looks ridiculous, but he can't help it, he feels pinned under that gaze, it's so intense and directly solely at him.
"So cute and polite, too. You make me want to eat you up," Till mutters, smiling. He withdraws his hand from Ivan's chin and gently pushes the glass in Ivan's hand up more so it's closer to his mouth. "Go ahead, finish your drink and I'll give you a tour."
Ivan nods and tries to finish his drink as quickly as he can without grimacing or gagging. It wasn't pleasant, but it dulled his senses a bit and made everything feel fuzzy around the edges. Till lets out a pleased hum and stands, jerking his head to the side.
"Come on, Ivan. Let me show you around."
Ivan smiles, nodding and placing his glass down gingerly on the table. He stands up and is a bit surprised when Till's hand settles easily on the small of his back. For the first time, Ivan notices that he's a bit taller than Till. Their height difference isn't dramatic, especially not with the platform boots Till is wearing, but it's a bit strange. Till seems to notice too and his brows furrow in discontent.
"Fuck, you're tall," he comments, brows scrunched together.
Ivan blushes and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Thank you? I'm sorry? I don't really know what the appropriate response to that is when you look a bit angry about it," Ivan laughs nervously.
Till laughs, light and airy. The smile he offers him is entirely fond and he shakes his head. "Don't apologize, I'm not mad, just surprised. Come on, sweetheart, let's go."
Till guides Ivan through the small room, showing him the equipment and introducing him to the members of his band. They're all nice, but they each seem to give Till a knowing look that Till avoids. Ivan feels giddy when he gets the privilege of listening to Till play one of his solos live, just for Ivan. He's practically swooning and he can hear the way the bassist, Acorn groans.
"Why are you showing off, Till? You're such a smug asshole sometimes," he yells and Till looks like he might want to murder him with his bare hands.
"You—shut the fuck up, I'm not showing off. He's a fan, I'm just doing…uh, what is it called? Fan service?"
Dewey laughs outright at that, doubling over with the force of it. "Fan service? Are you an idol now? Will you do some aegyo for us?"
Till scowls and promptly flips him off. "How's that for aegyo, dipshit?"
His bandmates howl and Dewey holds his hands over his heart like Till just did him a great service and he's eternally grateful. All Till does in return is roll his eyes before leaning closer to Ivan's ear to whisper something. When he does, he's so close that Ivan can feel the warmth of his breath tickling his ear and neck. He has to bite back a whine at how nice Till's voice sounds like this, low and soft, but still rough at the same time.
"Wanna go somewhere private with me? I think I've had enough of sharing you with these losers."
Ivan shivers, both from the proximity and the poorly concealed hunger dripping from Till's words. Where would they go? What would they do? Ivan had ideas, of course, but they all felt too fantastical to be real. There's no way Till, the Till, could possibly want Ivan like that. He finds himself agreeing with absolutely no hesitation.
"O-of course, Hyung," Ivan stammers, a shy smile on his lips and a dark blush coloring his cheeks.
Till doesn't even try to hide the smugness nor the hunger in his eyes. "Good boy, we'll go to my trailer, yeah? It's quiet there, we can do whatever you'd like."
Ivan laughs nervously. "Your trailer? Do all fans get this kind of treatment or am I special?"
Till smiles, warm, and shakes his head slowly. "No, Ivan. No one else gets this kind of treatment, just you," as he says the words he slides his hand down Ivan's back and indulgently squeezes his ass. If there was any doubt in Ivan's mind about Till's intentions, it's gone now.
Till continues, speaking in that low, sultry voice, letting his hand wander to his heart's content. "You are special, Ivan. So cute, so sweet, it makes me want to take care of you."
Ivan shivers and swallows loudly. He knew where this was going and he would be lying if he said he didn't want it. Each one of Till's deliberate touches sent heat pooling between his legs and he couldn't help the way he rubbed them together to ease some of the discomfort. Of course, it doesn't go unnoticed and Till's eyes darken, his smirk growing hungrier still.
"And what if…what if I want to take care of you, Hyung?" Ivan asks, voice small and wavering.
At that, Till looks genuinely surprised, his eyes going wide and his lips parting slightly. Ivan can see the piercing on his tongue again. He knows Till has numerous ones that are visible and his mind provides the very useful tidbit that he might have some that are not so easily seen. Ivan tries to ignore that even as his eye cast downwards towards the space between Till's legs as if he possessed x-ray vision and could see if Till had any there as well.
"Shit," Till groans, running a hand down his face. "You're so fucking cute, you need to stop it or I won't be able to control myself anymore."
Ivan looks up shyly and for some reason, feels a bit emboldened. He's still not convinced this isn't a dream, if it was, he wants to have a say in how this goes for him. He leans in close and whispers in Till's ear, his voice intentionally dipping low.
"Then don't, it's okay," Ivan whispers, letting his lips brush against the shell of Till's ear as he says the words.
Till curses under his breath and firmly grips Ivan's waist, leading him out of the room. "Later," he calls out to his bandmates, not even bothering to cast them a second glance.
Ivan feels as though it would be rude to leave without saying goodbye so he turns his head and throws a wave over his shoulder. "It was wonderful meeting you all!"
Till doesn't give him a chance to hear what they have to say, whisking him out of the room in a hurry, almost as if he can't bear for anyone to look at Ivan a second longer. He leads Ivan outside the venue and the air is a little brisk, making goosebumps erupt on the exposed skin of his thighs. Ivan doesn't mind because Till is so close and he's so warm that Ivan barely feels the chill of the night air. Soon enough, they arrive at Till's trailer and he throws the door open, even going so far as to hold it for Ivan. He enters with a grateful smile and has only a moment to look around.
The second the door shut, Till had Ivan pinned against the wall, one hand sliding under the hem of his sweater and the other sliding down from his hip, over the length of his thigh and dipping under the skirt. At first, his touch seems almost experimental, like he's not sure he can touch Ivan. Before long, Till's touches grow more confident, more certain much like how he carries himself on stage.
This is happening so quickly, that Ivan doesn't know what to do for a moment, just stares at Till with wide eyes as his hands roam Ivan's body, mapping out every inch of his skin with his calloused fingertips. Till's touch is electric, sending shivers down Ivan's spine and a soft moan spilling from his lips. At the sound, Till's eyes lock on his and he leans in close, their faces mere inches apart.
"You're unreal, Ivan," Till mutters, almost reverently as his hand continues sliding further under Ivan's sweater, over his stomach and then up towards his chest. "You're so cute, I don't think you realize how badly I want you."
Ivan blinks, dazed and tilts his head to the side. He can't wrap his head around why this is happening, but he doesn't want it to stop. Carefully, he wraps his arms around Till's shoulders and leans in, pressing his lips against Till's. At first, the kiss is cautious, experimental. Till has made it clear that he wants Ivan, but he isn't sure yet if this is allowed or if it's crossing some kind of boundary. It seems for a moment that Ivan has managed to surprise Till once again, he stiffens briefly but then one hand firmly grips Ivan's hip, pushing him flush against the wall as he kisses back fervently.
Ivan tilts his head to the side to deepen it and parts his lips when he feels Till's tongue lick along the seam of his lips. Eagerly, almost greedily, Till accepts the silent invitation and pushes his tongue inside. The ball of his piercing clacks along Ivan's teeth before running along the roof of his mouth and then over his own tongue. It feels so good, just kissing Till, having his body pressed against his own like this that he can't help but moan softly.
The noise seems to spur Till on. His kisses grow more desperate, more hungry and his hand under Ivan's sweater trails higher, indulgently groping Ivan's chest. It's Till's turn to moan when he kneads the flesh and Ivan feels his body grow even hotter at the noise. Till presses his thigh against Ivan's crotch and continues to toy with his chest, unlatching himself from Ivan's mouth and moving to kiss down his jaw, along his neck.
"H-Hyung," Ivan whines. His body jolts when Till's fingers graze his nipple, involuntarily rutting against Till's thigh.
Till chuckles against his neck and Ivan can feel his smirk. "Sensitive, are we? That's good to know."
Till keeps kissing Ivan's skin, biting and sucking intermittently, inevitably marking Ivan's skin. He seems hellbent on taking advantage of Ivan's newfound sensitivity and squeezes Ivan's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation makes Ivan outright whimper and his hips jerk erratically against Till's thigh.
"Feels—ngh—good," Ivan gasps.
Till merely hums, continuing to toy with his chest. When he deems the first one sufficiently abused, he moves to the other, squeezing it and rolling the bud between his fingers.
"You sound as pretty as you look, Ivan," Till groans, sliding his other hand down Ivan's waist and under his skirt. He uses his grip to hoist Ivan's thigh over his hip and presses his crotch firmly against Ivan's.
In this position, Ivan can feel just how aroused Till is, his cock hard and firmly pressing against Ivan's own. Just to be a tease, Till rolls his hips against Ivan's, letting him feel every inch of him and the friction is disorienting. Ivan's head falls back against the wall with a soft thud and Till lifts his face to look at Ivan properly. His eyes are hungry, dark, pupils blown wide.
"I believe you said you wanted to take care of me, didn't you? I think you'd look even prettier on your knees for me, baby. Can you do that?" Till's voice is rough, in a different way than before, dipping low and it makes arousal pool in Ivan's gut. He whines and nods eagerly.
"I can."
Till smiles, seemingly satisfied by that answer and pulls away, leading Ivan further inside the trailer over to the bed positioned along the wall. He drops Ivan's hand and sets to work unfastening his belt. The metal clanks loudly in the quiet of the room and Ivan finds his eyes transfixed on the spot between Till's legs. He's sure Till notices, but he isn't watching Till's face right now, nothing could get him to look away from this. Ivan feels almost like a child on Christmas unwrapping a present and he knows what's inside but he's just so excited to see it, to finally have his hands on it that he can't look away.
Till unclasps the belt and unfastens the button and zipper securing his pants then eases them down his thighs along with his boxers. Ivan inhales sharply at the sight, his initial assumption was correct. Till does have more piercings where you can't see. He has several in fact, Ivan doesn't even know the names for them, just admires the way the metal glints against the flushed skin of his cock.
Till sits on the bed, thighs spread and looks at Ivan expectantly, a smirk on his face and eyes lidded. Without being instructed to do so, Ivan sinks to his knees between Till's legs and takes his cock into his hand. It's heavier than he expected and his movements are slow at first, almost uncertain, but Till seems to enjoy it nonetheless, his head tipping back and a soft moan slipping from his lips. Feeling emboldened, Ivan leans in and licks at the tip, moaning at the bitter taste on his tongue.
Till hisses at the contact and threads his fingers through Ivan's hair, almost guiding him to take more. And Ivan does, parting his lips and slowly sinking down Till's length. The metal of the piercings feels a bit strange in his mouth, but not bad and he wonders how they'll feel inside of him, if they'll rub his insides just right and he rubs his thighs together at the thought. When the tip of his cock hits the back of Ivan's throat, Till groans and pets over Ivan's hair comfortingly.
"That's it, good boy," Till praises.
Ivan slowly begins to move, bobbing his head up and down and hollowing out his cheeks as he works. Till seems to enjoy it, brows scrunched in pleasure and lips parted, fingers tugging at his hair slightly. Ivan enjoys it just as much, the weight of Till on his tongue, his taste, his scent, it's all so much and it makes his head spin. He keeps going, picking up his pace every time Till moans in pleasure. His scalp burns a bit from the way Till tugs on his hair, but he finds he enjoys the pain.
It's unclear which one of them is louder, Ivan moans around Till's cock almost as much as Till does, but the experience is otherworldly and Ivan's noises are far from performative. He thinks he could die happily having had this experience. Till doesn't stop him, he even goes so far as to grip Ivan's hair firmly and move him a little faster, forcing his cock down Ivan's throat.
Ivan takes it, peering up at Till with misty eyes. Till looks so good like this, eyes lidded and cheeks flushed, lips parted in pleasure. Ivan can't help but feel satisfied, knowing he was the one making Till feel this way. Soon, Till's noises grow more desperate and Ivan can tell he's close. He purposefully swirls his tongue along the head and sucks a little harder, swallowing around it and letting Till feel the way his throat constricts around him.
"Fuck, Ivan, fuck. Feels so—hah—good, close," Till warns, but Ivan doesn't head the warning. Instead he continues with increased fervor and he sees in real time as Till's eyes roll back and his back arches, pressing his cock deeper down Ivan's throat.
The noise Till makes when he cums is the closest thing Ivan thinks he will ever get to hearing an angel sing. It's divine. He swallows everything Till has to offer him, gently suckling at the tip until Till is shuddering above him. Only then, does Ivan pull off, hungrily licking over his lips. Till tracks the motion, his pupils hot and chest heaving.
"Fuck," Till groans, petting Ivan's hair soothingly. "That was…holy shit, you're good with your mouth."
Ivan leans his head against against Till's bare thigh and peers up at him through his lashes, a content smile on his face. "I'm good with many things," Ivan teases.
He sees something in Till break at that utterance and before he knows what is happening, he's being hoisted to his feet. Ivan stands in front of Till, blinking down at him in confusion. Till merely peers up at him through his lashes, sliding his hands under Ivan's skirt and pushing it up. A strangled noise escapes Till's lips when he sees what Ivan has waiting for him.
He's so painfully hard, his cock pressed against the thin fabric of the panties, a wet stain on the front where the tip leaked against them. Till runs a finger along the bulge slowly, making Ivan shiver and smirks up at him hungrily.
"I'll take care of you now, sweetheart, don't worry."
Without any further preamble, Till slides the panties down Ivan's thighs and withdraws one hand to coat his fingers in a thick coat of saliva. It has no right being as sexy as it is, but watching Till swirl his tongue around his digits makes Ivan's cock twitch. Once his fingers are wet, he pulls them out and brings them to prod at Ivan's hole. He shivers a bit at the contact, but Till is surprisingly gentle, massaging circles around the rim of muscle before he eases the tip of one inside. Ivan whimpers softly at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed.
That's why he misses what Till does next. Slowly sinking his finger in, he leans forward and takes the head of Ivan's cock into his mouth. Ivan's eyes fly open and he moans wantonly, fingers tangling in his hair. Till's mouth is warm and he can feel the way his tongue piercing drags along his shaft, dipping into the slit and he shudders. It's a lot all at once and he doesn't know whether to lean into the heat around his cock or the finger buried deep inside of him. Till doesn't give him room to think, working him over thoroughly from the inside and out, he bobs his head in tandem with the finger moving inside of Ivan and Ivan couldn't hold back the whine that leaves him even if he tried.
He can feel Till's lips curl around his cock and he adds a second finger, scissoring them out. Time completely loses meaning and Ivan quickly finds himself lost in a daze of pleasure, submitting entirely to Till's ministrations. Till's free hand comes to grip at his ass, squeezing the muscle, pinching it, playing with it. Ivan doesn't mind, it feels nice to be appreciated like this, wanted like this. So thoroughly, almost like Till needs him.
Till said Ivan was good with his mouth, but he'd argue that Till is better. His movements are effortless, practiced and he doesn't even gag when the tip of his cock brushes the back of his throat, taking him even deeper than Ivan thought possible. It feels too good and before long he feels himself teetering on the edge. Till adds a third finger and curls them right against Ivan's prostate and he swears he sees stars.
"Hyung—ngh—'s so much, feels so good," Ivan slurs. "Wanna cum, please."
Ivan peers down at Till with watery eyes, pleading with him and Till seems happy to oblige his request. He moves faster, both his mouth and his fingers and Ivan can hardly catch his breath. His fingers tug at Till's hair, trying to ground himself and his hips buck uncontrollably as he desperately seeks relief. It doesn't take long before Ivan cums down Till's throat with a loud moan.
Till pulls back, smirking devilishly and slowly withdraws his fingers, stroking his cock as he looks up at Ivan. The look in his eyes is nothing short of feral. Ivan swallows audibly and waits for further instruction.
Till doesn't provide it immediately, leaning over to root through the drawer of his nightstand and withdraws a bottle of lube. He pats the bed next to him and looks at Ivan expectantly.
"Come here, baby. I'll let you tell me how you want it," Till purrs, eyes lidded.
Ivan nods and gets onto the bed, settling his head against the pillows. Till chuckles and tugs at the hem of his sweater. Ivan gets the hint and pulls it off over his head. When Till was touching him earlier, he had to feel the bra, he slipped his hand underneath of it to grope his chest, but this is the first time he's really seeing it and his look makes the extra effort worth it. Till's eyes go wide and he curses under his breath, bringing a hand up to trace the lace that stretches over Ivan's chest.
"Look at you, you really did get dressed up just for me, huh?" Till coos, smiling fondly, he slips his hand under the lace and tweaks Ivan's nipple before leaning back to coat his cock in the lube he had retrieved.
Till groans as he does it, biting his lip as his eyes ravenously roam Ivan's body. He feels a little exposed, pinned under Till's hungry gaze, but he doesn't feel compelled to cover himself, he wants Till to see, to appreciate this. It was all for him, after all. Ivan spreads his legs a bit further as Till settles himself between them.
The first time he rubs his cock against Ivan's hole, he whimpers, feeling it twitch in anticipation. Till chuckles, low and a bit mean. "Is someone desperate for me? Don't worry, I think it's cute."
Till pairs the praise with a tender kiss to Ivan's temple and eases the head of his cock inside. The stretch is immaculate, Till fills Ivan so completely. As Till presses in further, he finds that another one of his assumptions was correct. The piercings decorating Till's cock do feel incredible against his insides, rubbing against his sensitive walls. Seeking something to ground himself, Ivan wraps his arms around Till's shoulders and pulls him closer. If he had an issue with the intimacy of it, Till doesn't voice it, letting himself be tugged close to Ivan's chest.
He bottoms out with a groan and mouths at Ivan's neck, running his tongue and teeth over the sensitive skin and shallowly rocks his hips. "Ivan—hah—wanna move, can I? Please?"
Ivan whines in response, nodding his head. "Yes, please. I want it."
Till accepts the permission and begins to draw his hips back. He's slow at first, almost tender, but the pace is agonizing for the both of them. It's Till's patience that frays first, he roughly thrusts his cock inside and the force of it makes Ivan's body rock up the pillows. The mattress beneath them creaks, but all Ivan can focus on is Till's heavy breath in his ear, the way his cock presses against all his most sensitive spots and fills him so completely. This is heavenly.
Till quickly sets a fast pace, their bodies making slick noises each time they collide with each other and Ivan's finds that he likes the way Till's voice sounds like this even better than when he sings. It's so desperate sounding, all breathy moans and sweet words that contradict the harshness of his thrusts.
"You're doing so well, baby. You take my cock so well, like a fucking dream," Till pants.
Ivan can barely formulate a coherent response, his mind is muddled. When Till rams directly against his prostate, Ivan's eyes rolls back and his back arches. "Till, please. More," Ivan begs.
This is the first time Ivan has actually addressed Till by his name and it seems to surprise him, he stills for a moment and then resumes his pace. What surprises Ivan even more is the way that Till leans in and captures his lips in a heated kiss. This all feels so intimate, they're face to face, bodies and mouths pressed together. Ivan moans into Till's mouth each time he moves and Till swallows every noise greedily.
At some point, Ivan wrapped his legs around Till's waist in an attempt to get him even closer and one of Till's hands comes to squeeze at the place where the meat of his thigh meets his ass. His pace grows a bit erratic and Ivan can feel everything, the way his cock twitches inside of him, the drag of the piercings against his walls, it's so much. He hadn't even realized he was that close, but one more harsh thrust against his prostate has Ivan's toes curling and a broken moan spilling from his lips as he cums between the both of them.
As he does, he clenches down around Till's length and makes the rock star hiss through his teeth. "Fuck, Ivan. You're squeezing me so tight I can hardly move."
Ivan only whimpers in reply and peers up at Till with glassy eyes. Till doesn't seem to be fairing any better, his breath coming faster, more labored and his hips stuttering. Ivan locks his legs together behind Till's back and forces him to stay inside. Till moans and his hips jerk one last time before he buries his face in the crook of Ivan's neck, cumming so much that Ivan almost feels bloated with it.
Till grinds his hips shallowly against Ivan's ass, trying to ride out the last waves of pleasure, but eventually the stimulation becomes too much and his arms give out under him, forcing him to collapse against Ivan's chest.
Neither of them move for a few moments, just catching their breaths as they both come down from their high. Till is the first to move, lifting his head and staring at Ivan meaningfully. His brows are furrowed, almost like he feels a little guilty.
"I really don't do this often," Till admits in a small voice. "I just…fuck, you're so cute. I needed to have you."
Ivan laughs lightly, cupping Till's face in his hand and running his thumb along his cheek soothingly. "I'm glad you think so because I really did do all this for you."
He swears he can see Till blush, a faint pink coloring his cheeks as his eyes slide to the side. "I don't deserve that, I'm not that special," Till grumbles.
Ivan hums. "I would argue against that, I think you are."
The blush is evident now, staining Till's cheeks. He doesn't say anything, just moves to gingerly pull out. As he does, Ivan can hear the way he inhales sharply and his eyes trail down to look at what Till sees. Till is entranced, watching his cum spill down Ivan's ass and onto the sheets. Perhaps he should feel gross about it, maybe he should even apologize, but Till looks so blissed out that he doesn't want to ruin it.
"Again?" Till asks, his eyes darting up to Ivan's face.
Ivan's mouth gapes and then eventually he laughs. It appears Till was just as insatiable as he was. Smiling fondly, he pulls Till close and whispers against his lips. "Sure, you can do whatever you'd like this time."
Ivan should maybe regret that, his body certainly would the next morning when his muscles ached and his skin was covered in marks. Till's marks, from his teeth, his hands, every where. But feeling the way Till curled up behind him as he slept, holding him like he was something precious and hearing the praise that Till lavished him made any pain almost inconsequential.
When he wakes the next morning, still in Till's embrace, in his bed, Ivan finally realizes that this wasn't a dream. He smiles to himself and wraps Till's arms a little tighter around himself. If this only happened once, that was fine, it was certainly something he could never forget.