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Ivan dared not to even breathe too hard, for awakening the smaller body in his grasp would be committing the ultimate sin for which he could not forgive himself. Till would probably just roll his eyes, mumbling something like, ‘Whatever’, before falling right back asleep. In Ivan’s arms, where he should be. Until the galaxies collapse, ideally.
Luckily, Till didn't awake and so Ivan was left to his own thoughts and musings. And to focus all his attention on Till.
His face was buried in Ivan’s chest, almost as if attempting to block out everything else. His hands curled in between them, softly clutching at his shirt, and his knees were brought high up, making himself smaller. His usually cold feet pressed up against Ivan’s calves, keeping them warmer.
Till’s face was relaxed, for once not scrunched with worry or annoyance. His eyebags were still prominent but perhaps just a little less than normal. Ivan couldn't help himself. He lifted a hand, one of them, from its place on Till’s waist, bringing it to his face. It trailed from his rosy cheeks, to his warm forehead, small nose. To his parted lips, a little dry, yet as kissable as always. Then to his chin, lifting it just slightly so he could gaze at that beautiful face a little better. Ivan busied himself with leaving soft pecks all over, his heart overflowing with affection. A feeling he didn't deserve, yet longed for like humans longed for the stars.
Soft, milky skin. Surprisingly, given that Till didn't have a stellar record of taking care of his diet nor skincare routine. Ivan couldn't complain at all. He was soft all over, his once too-lean body softened with some additional fat. Ivan made sure to feed him properly, shuffling spoonfuls of dinner into his mouth even as Till whined, insisting he didn't need to be treated like a child. It was just for show. He kind of liked being ordered around and told what to do, eager to turn off his brain and do as he’s told, even if it was followed up by a grumble.
Ivan ran a hand up his back to his shoulder, then to his side, then sliding it between their bodies, resting it on Till’s belly. A soft pudge, both from his uterus and some excess fat from the snacks Ivan made sure to provide in a steady stream. He could almost pretend that Till was pregnant, just a month or two months along, his stomach still flat-ish and barely showing, growing steadily. One day he would be, after all. Pregnant. They’d discussed it, Till saying he’d stop taking birth control when he graduated college. With red cheeks and a pout, and Ivan with his eyes wide and sincere, a deep warmth in his chest. Their little family, turning from 2 to 3. And then more, maybe, if all went well.
His other hand finally leaves Till’s face and reaches down to squeeze his ass, small but shapely. At that, Till whines something unintelligible, snuggling more into Ivan's chest. His back arching, butt pressing into his hand. He was always a receptive little thing to anything Ivan offered him, whether it be pleasure or pain. Ivan cooed, kissing his forehead as the wandering hand slipped into his tiny cotton sleep shorts, brushing against the slit between his legs. Already leaking slightly, the lips parted and eager for his touch. Only Ivan’s touch.
Till shifted against his chest, not waking, but his once-peaceful slumber interrupted. His eyebrows burrowed slightly, upturned as his skin pinkened adorably. A sigh leaving his lips as Ivan’s fingers continued, not yet dipping inside, but teasing softly. Appreciating the moment and the slick coating his fingertips, eager to lick it off and taste his lover's delicious honey. His target shifted for a moment, moving up towards his throbbing clit, likely already flushed a sweet red, as if Ivan had already nibbled and suckled on it. That would come later.
For now, he let himself indulge in rubbing Till’s dick, pinching it between his fingertips and chucking lowly when the smaller man whimpered, hips shifting as much as they could in Ivan’s hold. The pink pearl shyly peaked out of its hood, seeking the pleasure that Ivan would surely provide. Ivan didn't dare to disappoint, softly massaging the little nub, rubbing his thumb across the aching tip, feeling Till’s whole body tremble with shocks, seeking him closer. Ivan could feel how his toes curled, breaths coming faster and shallower against his chest.
When he was sure that Till was close to cumming, he stopped, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, the skin emitting warmth and a deep red. And yet, his eyes still closed, a small amount of wetness gathering below his lashes. Ivan couldn't resist licking it away, leaving a few more kisses as an apology. His digits resumed their previous task of teasing Till’s cunt, now significantly wetter and more open than it had been prior, due to the massaging of his clit.
Ivan prided himself on being a master on Till’s body, knowing every single sensitive spot, where he loved having his skin rubbed and massaged and kissed, where it hurt most when his palm struck, where it pushed him over the edge with a whiny cry. He never stopped his studies, always on the lookout for more knowledge of his beautiful lover’s vessel, desperate to know everything there was to know and beyond that.
Using that knowledge, he knew just the way to slip in his ring finger inside the wet hole, just to the second knuckle, curling it slightly at exactly the right angle. That spot always made Till freeze up, a beautiful cry leaving his drool-slick lips, eyes not yet rolling up, but lifting just enough to make eye contact with Ivan, his gaze hazy and desperate with pleasure.
And sure enough, this same ritual was fulfilled, Till’s eyes fluttering open to look up at Ivan, soft confusion visible in his eyes, yet a compliant acceptance that Ivan felt proud of. He knew Ivan couldn't keep his hands off him, even while they slept, and despite the annoyance he’d felt at it when they’d first started dating, it was a part of their sex life that he’d come to enjoy. Ivan leaned over to lock their lips in a tender kiss.
“Good morning, my love… How did you sleep..?”
“Nh… Ah, Ivan, you…”
Till licked his lips after they separated, breathy pants leaving his open mouth as he felt the finger inside his cunt press around, curling softly and massaging his inner walls with just enough intensity to feel the pleasure coil in his gut. The digit slipped a little deeper, the cold metal of Ivan’s wedding band making Till shudder all over as his slick coated the jewelry.
“Ah… The ring… It will get ruined, Ivan… Take it out…”
“How could I possibly do that when you feel so warm and wet inside, Till..?”
Till didn't grace him with a reply, just whimpering into the crook of his neck, hips rotating in circles to chase the pleasure given to him. His tongue peeked past his lips as Ivan peppered kisses over his ear and forehead, the hand not fingering his pussy rubbing his back under his sleep shirt, broadly resting where it arched both into and away from his ministrations. He simply couldn't let Till get away, not when they were just beginning.
Till was drawn closer and closer to the edge by Ivan’s single digit, both a testimony to his sensitivity and Ivan’s mastery at sexually pleasuring him. He knew firsthand that the man was a beast in bed, and whether he was gentle or rough on a particular day, he would still bring Till to orgasm at least a couple times, leaving his legs trembling and cries coming from his lips from overstimulation. Afterwards, Ivan always gave him a warm bath and a glass of water, cleaning him up and cuddling him in bed or on the couch, sometimes leading to another round. A vicious cycle, truly.
Ivan couldn't help himself, pushing in his middle finger alongside the first, stretching Till open wider and making him orgasm with a moan of Ivan’s name in a high-pitched tone.
“I-Ivan..!”
“Shhh… There you go, my love. Come for me. Did so well just for me, Till…”
Till panted, breathing heavily as he came down from his high, ears ringing a little, hole clenching around Ivan’s fingers which slowed their movements inside him, giving him a moment to calm down after the early morning orgasm. Eventually, he came back down to earth, seeing Ivan gaze at him with such love and adoration it made him burn up. Till softly leaned up and kissed him, a shy smile on his lips.
“ ...Hi.”
A few more kisses were shared between the pair, each one growing more heated and passionate as Ivan’s fingers slipped out of his pussy, his hand massaging his ass cheek, making Till moan into the space between their lips. His fingers looked for purchase against Ivan’s chest, curling against it as they made out, swapping spit and love. They parted after a while longer, a string of spit connecting them lewdly. Ivan brought his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking off Till’s juices as if they were a fragrant dessert he had been craving for years. All Till could do was watch, embarrassed, cheeks as hot as the moment they'd been since he woke up to a finger shoved inside him.
It took a while, but Ivan finished his meal by licking his lips, before leaning over to Till, determined to let him taste how good his juices were. The man in question begrudgingly accepted, letting Ivan’s tongue slip into his mouth, sharing the flavor. It was tangy, salty, and slightly sweet, but he didn't get the hype.
To be fair, Till was kind of fond of the thick taste of his cock and bitter, creamy cum, and yet their owner seemed pretty neutral to that taste. Well, except whenever he eagerly ate it out of any one of Till’s holes. Whatever. To each their own.
Ivan eventually took pity on Till’s poor mouth, letting him breathe, instead busying himself with wandering hands that rubbed any part of Till’s body they could. His waist, his back, his hips… He momentarily focused on his thighs, squeezing the soft fat of them in his hands like a stress toy.
“Mmm… Your thighs are so soft, Till. It's so cute. You should wear thigh socks more often… You look so pretty in them.”
“Ivan, it's summer… Do you want me to pass out from heatstroke or what…
The man just chuckled, nuzzling Till’s forehead under his chin, not pausing in his kneading. He remembered how self conscious of his physical appearance Till had been when they had met, all thin limbs and oversized outfits, desperate to hide himself. He was beautiful even then, but the way his lifeless eyes gazed at Ivan whenever he’d wake up after fainting was not. Till without his signature fight and passion was not Till at all, he decided.
Since then, Ivan made it his mission to help the man overcome his troubles, getting him to a nice and healthy weight. It paid off, since Till was now not having panic attacks over a proper meal, and wasn't constantly shivering even in layers of Ivan's clothes. He was plump, soft, and happy. That last one was the highlight for Ivan.
Somewhere in the middle of that journey, they'd started dating, and later even, Ivan had proposed, knowing from the moment they'd met he wanted to spend the rest of his life by Till’s side, worshipping and adoring him every single day, waking up and falling asleep to the most lovely sight he could possibly imagine. Till reacted to his proposal by hitting his chest with a fist, then immediately rushing into his arms, tears already streaking down his cheeks as he hid his red face in his boyfriend’s— no, fiancé’s shoulder. It was the happiest day of Ivan’s life.
Well, second to only their wedding.
Ivan was brought out of his musings when he felt Till’s hand grab one of his, guiding it in between his own legs, over the wetness of his shorts, which was soaked in the slick from his hole. The wet cotton clung to the outline of his cunt like a second skin, and Ivan smiled, kissing Till yet again.
“You want me to touch you more, Till? Put a few more fingers in your greedy pussy, hm?”
Till whined at his teasing words, squirming as Ivan’s digits moved up and down the wet fabric, dragging over and giving him a little much-need friction. He would usually argue back, and Ivan would make him work for it, edging him until he burst into tears. Right now, though, he was far too tired and weak-willed for that, and so he resorted to the unspeakable: using his words.
“Mhm… Yes please, touch my p-pussy… I need it, need you…”
Ivan grinned, feeling a warm pride swell in his chest. So obedient.
A few more wet kisses were placed alongside Till’s hairline as a comfort when Ivan slipped under his shorts and buried three thick digits, still wet with spit, straight to the hilt. Till moaned, back arching and pupils blown out in shock and pleasure, the fingers thrusting ruthlessly in and out. The movement made wet squelching noises as his own slick and cum splattered out, wetting Ivan’s whole hand in an embarrassing display. He was quickly consumed in the pleasure as his pussy was fingerfucked without mercy, deep and right against Till’s favorite spots. Ivan didn't hold back when it came to fucking him, that was for sure.
The younger man quickly reached yet another orgasm, overwhelmed at the precise movements of Ivan's fingers inside him, hitting all those amazing spots Till himself couldn't reach. He was like putty in his hands, melting into a puddle of goo, able to only take and take and take. Not that he could complain about being endlessly spoiled, even if it did get a bit much at times.
The fingers inside easily slipped out from how wet Till was, shining with wetness in the morning sun when they were lifted out from under the sheets and into the air and displayed proudly. Ivan lifted them to Till’s lips, pressing against them, gesturing for him to suck. He obeyed, taking the digits into his mouth and cleaned them off with kitten licks, tongue swirling around them, mouth stuffed. All docile and cute, as if his mouth were full of cock. Ivan wanted to see that pretty face cry and drool for him. For now, he settled on massaging Till’s soft waist, pressing kisses to his cheeks and nose as he continued his task.
“Good boy, Till… Cleaning up your mess.”
Till just moaned around the digits, no longer cleaning but sucking on them, like a child would on a pacifier. He enjoyed the feeling of something occupying his mouth, heavy on his tongue, whether that be Ivan’s fingers, cock, or his cum. The man chuckled, amused, petting Till like a pet. He pulled his fingers out after a while, eager to continue and move onto something more. After getting a little taste of Till’s pussy, he couldn't help himself. He had to have more.
“Mm, baby. Lay on your back for me?”
“...Mm? Oh, okay.”
Although a little confused, Till listened to the request, shifting in the bed under the covers to lay down, head tilted up to look at Ivan. The man in question licked his lips and tugged the covers off, exposing Till’s body to the warm air. He was wearing just an oversized t-shirt (Ivan’s own) that swamped his body and a pair of shorts, which were now thoroughly ruined from their earlier fun. Ivan crawled over Till, gaze sweeping over his face and body, appreciating the view.
“Mm. So gorgeous, my love.”
He lowered himself to press kisses all over Till’s neck and collarbones, sucking hickies into the milk-bread colored flesh and making sure to leave behind pink and purple colored marks to bloom properly. So that everyone knew he was claimed and taken care of. The wedding ring usually discouraged any attempts at flirting, but Ivan could never be sure enough.
Till was going to be his, forever.
This thought stayed in Ivan’s mind as he went lower, lifting up Till’s shirt to show his soft, pale abdomen and small chest, his nipples already perking at the attention. The shirt was removed in a rush, thrown somewhere onto the ground to be shoved in the washing machine later. Ivan’s hands eagerly roamed the newly accessible skin, feeling goosebumps rise in their wake, sensitive to the gentle touch.
“Ivan… You fucking tease… Just h-hurry already, idiot…”
Till was getting impatient, squirming in place as Ivan tapped the hollows between his ribs, dipped his thumb into his bellybutton where a silver piercing lay, squeezed around his waist. He prodded every spot without haste, ignoring Till when he started pulling at his hair in an attempt to speed up the process. Despite his husband's insistence, Ivan stayed slow and meticulously, methodically mapping out the expanse of his body which he longed to see every single day.
“Be patient for me, Till. I just want to appreciate you properly first…”
His tongue joined the efforts in pleasuring Till, licking up from his belly and to his chest, pausing in front of a puffy pink nipple to blow a puff of cool air on it, cooing when it stiffened.
“So sensitive… I didn't even touch you, and yet it's still reacting? I wonder if it’ll be the same when I suck on it.”
Ivan didn't let Till process the thought, immediately moving forward to test the theory he laid out. His lips closed around one nipple, suckling gently and rubbing it with his tongue, getting saliva all over it and the surrounding areola. The skin pinkened rapidly, into a shade that was darker and deeper than the color before, beckoning Ivan to keep touching. As he kissed the nipple, his hand moved up to start playing with the other one, refusing to neglect any sensitive part of Till’s body.
Till writhed beneath him, soft babbles leaving his lips as his chest was attacked like a prey by a predator, sucked and massaged by Ivan’s incessant mouth and fingers. The pleasure was intense, and before ever having sex with Ivan, he never knew his chest was that sensitive. Now, his nipples were too receptive to touch, and they’d perk up even at the soft brush of fabric against them when his binder wasn't on. Ivan liked to tease him about that constantly.
“Till, your nipples are so cute and swollen… When I get you pregnant with our baby, they might grow even more and leak milk. I read so in a pregnancy book, you know? It's true.”
“Y-you..! Why are you already reading books like that… I’m not even… Uhhh… Ah-”
He trailed off, mind too fuzzy and relaxed from the feeling of Ivan suckling on his breast like a baby drinking milk from the source, and his hand moved up to pet the man’s hair, combing through the soft, dark strands. Till gazed down in affection, pussy twitching slightly at any harder suck or bite, breathy gasps leaving his lips when Ivan kissed the puffy buds, switching between the two until they were equally cherry red and shiny with drool. This guy was always so..!
Eventually, he pulled away from Till’s chest with a satisfied smile, looking down at the mess he created of the canvas of skin. He got a little (just a little) carried away, but it was never too much when it came to Till. He deserved every single bit of pleasure Ivan would serve to him, and then more.
Till’s pussy leaked without pause into his shorts, desperate for more of Ivan’s attention to be focused there. He couldn't refuse the pleading eyes Till gave him, and so Ivan propped his hips up with a pillow that had fallen to the side and grabbed each milky thigh in his hands, squishing gently. And just looking.
He was so beautiful, eyes teary and face flushed with warmth as he looked down at Ivan with too much sweetness in his gaze. His body was pliant and ready, worked warm and open from each attentive touch that was administered. Ivan's heart swelled with pride and joy at the fact that such a beautiful person had trusted him, enough to date him, move in with him, marry him. Hold him in his barest, most vulnerable state and make love to him every day of their intertwined lives.
Ivan would never break that trust. Never break the vows he made on their wedding day, ones he’d taken months to write, to get them absolutely perfect. They weren't decorated with flowery words or jokes, they were plain and honest, showing all the love in his heart as best as he could. Despite that, they were proclaimed with tears in his eyes as Till held his hands with his own. They shook ever so slightly, or maybe that was Ivan’s, he didn't know. He was too focused on gazing into his husband's shining eyes, glittering like little jade-colored gemstones in the sun. The most beautiful eyes in the world.
His eyes trailed down from Till’s face and to the rest of his body, down his chest, belly, and legs, which were spread around him, giving him space to do as he wished. Ivan would do just that, lest he make Till wait for him even longer.
Ivan leaned forward, pressing his face right up into the crotch on Till’s ruined shorts and sniffed hard, breathing in the lovely aroma. Till squeaked and clamped his thighs around his head, probably in an attempt to get him to move away, but he was too naivé to believe that such a weak trick would work. It simply made Ivan nuzzle the fabric harder, his nose rubbing against the wet patch of slick and dipping into his slit through the cotton, to which Till’s heels dug into his back. The smell was unlike anything else, it was sweet and musky, so undeniably Till that he would be able to recognize it as such in any setting.
A tug on Ivan’s hair brought him out of his musings and forced him to focus on the goal at hand. He did so with a smile, pulling down the piece of clothing with his teeth down to Till’s thighs, his husband helping by lifting his own hips eagerly. The garment was discarded easily after that, slipped down Till’s legs and thrown loosely somewhere onto the bed, Ivan wasn't exactly paying attention. He now had a full view of his next meal, which was ready and dripping, just for him.
Till’s outer and inner labia were flushed a soft pink while his inner thighs and pubic mound shined with sweat, the gray hair there matted together from the amount of slick that had leaked out of him. The muscles that Ivan’s fingers dug into twitched sporadically, as if even such a gentle touch overwhelmed his system. His chest rose and fell with each breath, shyly looking down at his husband between his thighs. No matter how many times they ended up in this exact position, it didn't fail to leave him breathless with want.
“Please, Ivan…”
It was like a switch in the man’s head and he immediately dove forward, licking Till’s slit from bottom to top, ending on a kiss to his clit. Till’s back arched as he moaned, head thrown back into the pillows. He could feel Ivan’s prodding tongue against his leaking entrance, drinking up the slick as it flowed into his mouth and down his chin. Each movement made Till jerk his hips in a different direction, until Ivan slid his hands from his thighs and clasped them in a firm hold, keeping him in place. He now had no way to escape from the merciless pleasure, tears escaping his eyes when he felt the wet tongue slip into him and swirl against his insides.
Till’s toes curled as his heels dug into Ivan’s back, not knowing whether he wanted to push or pull away. He had no choice in the matter, as his husband’s iron grasp on his hips made it so that all he could do was take it.
Well, there was always the safe word, but Till would've been lying to himself if he’d said that he didn't want this to continue.
And so, with each new lick and slurp of his pussy, he came closer and closer to the edge, thighs pressing against the sides of Ivan’s head and neck, threatening to choke him. Drool leaked down the side of his chin and dripped onto his flushed chest, while his eyes rolled almost fully back into their sockets. Ivan removed one hand from Till’s hip to pinch his throbbing dick while his tongue rubbed against his g-spot, and Till was gone.
Stars burst behind his eyelids as he came with a loud cry, juices spurting from his hole and onto Ivan’s face, his own thighs, and the bedsheets into a puddle, which were now thoroughly ruined. Ivan licked up as much of his orgasm as he could, drinking down the slick like it was ice water on a hot summer day, cleaning Till’s labia and slit with his tongue to enjoy the taste for as long as possible. He licked his lips too for good measure, taking a deep breath once Till’s thighs released their grip on his head. Although he loved his husband's pussy, he (unfortunately) also needed air to breathe.
Till’s face was even more beautiful, if that was possible. His long eyelashes clumped together with sticky tears, eyes hazy and pupils blown out wide. If he’d been wearing his usual dark eye makeup, it’d have surely smudged all over his eyelids and undereyes. The apples of his cheeks were flushed an impossibly deep red, their charming rosy hue unimaginably erotic. The blush extended all the way to his cream-colored shoulders and heaving chest. Till’s lips were simply begging to be kissed, so swollen and pink, wet with saliva and sweat. Ivan was surprised he’d even lasted this long, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to not cream his boxers this very second.
Ivan descended upon him, devouring his lips fiercely, making Till whine against his lips. The kiss was aggressive and passionate, all clinking teeth and rubbing tongues as Ivan crawled over Till, forearms caging him in. They held eye contact even after the kiss parted, gazing at each other with barely contained lust. Till was the one to break the silence.
“Ivan… I want you inside me… Hurry…”
“Till…”
Their breaths mingled, the air exiting and entering their lungs one in the same. The moment was so fragile, it felt like it could be shattered with even a single sudden movement. Birds chirped outside the window, rays of sunlight peaking through the curtains and warming their bodies. Till’s eyelids fluttered, now half-lidded and gazing at Ivan seductively, filled with an admittedly false confidence. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.
“Or… Do you want to watch me get off with a toy..? You should've said-’’
He wasn't able to finish his sentence as Ivan shut him up with a fierce kiss, keeping himself propped up with one hand as his other pulled his boxers down, leaving his cock free to spring out and slap Till in the thigh. Sticky precum splattered against the pale skin, leaving glistening spots of fluid that blended in with the color of his flesh. Their lips broke apart, and Ivan’s rough drawl made shivers run down Till’s spine.
“Now, I never said that, sweetheart. What happened to being patient, hm? I thought you were a good boy, not a needy slut.”
Till audibly moaned, face heating up at the way Ivan’s eyes stayed trained on him, pupils visibly blown wide, their color a deep, blood-like red. It felt like Ivan was staring through him, directly into his soul and beyond. One of his hands wrapped around his forearm, fingers curling and nails digging slightly into his skin, leaving a pinprick-like sensation. Ivan didn't spare it a single glance.
“Well, I suppose I have to grant my love his wish, hm? Don't worry, Till, baby. I’ll fuck you nice and sweet.”
They met again in a fumbling and desperate liplock, Till pulling away when he felt the pressure of Ivan’s cock at his wet entrance, the head rubbing against the slit and just barely threatening to slip in. His arms quickly encircled Ivan’s neck in a strong hug, moaning into his ear when the glands pushed in, stretching the opening further than his fingers or tongue had.
“Ah… Shit, Ivan… So big… Mmn- G-go slow.”
“You feel so good, Till… Ah- Love you so much…”
It took a few minutes for Ivan to comfortably thrust himself to the hilt inside Till’s warm, wet pussy, not wanting to hurt him unnecessarily, even though he knew Till wouldn't mind the pain all too much. Still, this was a delicate moment, and Ivan didn't want to be the one to turn their sweet morning sex into a rougher session. That could be left for a different time.
When Ivan’s toned thighs pressed up against Till’s soft buttocks, they both let out breathy sighs tinged with a deep, aching pleasure. They were fully conjoined, feeling each other's heartbeats where Ivan met Till. Any slow movement of their hips left Till whimpering, Ivan’s cock hitting so many good spots with practiced ease, just shy of bruising his cervix. It was so unfair how he had both a great body and a huge dick, but whatever. Till accepted that whatever was wrong with Ivan mentally more than ‘made up’ for his perfect physical appearance.
They stayed like that for a little while, not thrusting, just syrupy slow rolls of Ivan’s hips, moving his cock within Till’s pussy, letting it accommodate to the tight stretch. There was always a little burning sensation accompanying initial penetration no matter how much they prepped Till, since Ivan was stupidly hung, stretching him open in a way no toy or fingers ever could. Whenever Ivan moved too suddenly, a whimper would leave Till’s lips, tears gathering at his eyelashes, which Ivan would dutifully lick away, leaving soft kisses there.
“Shhh… What a beautiful boy, so handsome and pretty. Doing so well for me, Till…”
Till would just sniffle harder, his legs wrapping up around Ivan’s waist and his heels digging into the muscles painfully, to which Ivan paid no mind. All his attention was focused on his beautiful lover, his gorgeous Till, all pliant and spread open beneath him. It was his favorite sight in the world.
When they’d settled down a bit, Till’s breathing a little calmer and his eyes less wide-eyed with panic, Ivan rolled his hips forward, then back, making sure to keep an eye on Till, watching his reaction. Till would usually make it known when the pain became too much, but Ivan could never be sure enough.
He remembered one of the first times they’d had sex, all hurried and with no grace in their movements, just eager to get to the finish line. This lack of proper preparation led Till to bleeding, something tearing inside him from the force of Ivan’s dick. While in retrospect it was kind of funny, the panic they’d both felt at the sudden wetness of unexpected blood was not. Ivan wasn't normally phased at the sight of blood, but seeing Till’s face twist in a slight grimace of pain, eyes wide and trying to assess the damages had nearly caused him to start crying from guilt. He would never forgive himself if he hurt Till like that. Even if it was a mistake on both their parts.
Sure enough, Till’s face was blissed out, eyes glazed over and looking at Ivan, cheeks red and mouth opening around quiet moans, never quite closing. The heavy feeling of his cock inside Till made him lightheaded with pleasure, as if he were drifting away to paradise, if paradise was a creaky bed with soft sheets and far too many pillows.
The room was filled with their soft pants, a louder moan slipping from each of them when Ivan hit a good spot, or when Till’s hips moved in perfect circles, the cock inside him reaching even deeper. It was a messy dance of passion and sweat, their mouths clumsily pressed together with no consideration for a steady pace. Till’s hands slipped from around Ivan’s neck, falling uselessly onto the pillows behind his head, fingers twitching and curling rhythmically with every thrust.
Ivan saw the request where it was presented, but not spoken out loud. His own hand moved from laying flat against the sheets to intertwining with Till’s smaller one. His fingertips brushed Till’s knuckles, palm to palm, slotting together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. It felt right, and so did the weak smile Till gave him in between breathless gasps for air. He was so gorgeous spread open on Ivan’s cock, gorgeous when he was being all sweet and sarcastic, gorgeous when he was a little brat, but there was some special about the softness of an early morning fucking. No walls, no play-pretend. Just them, basking in the pleasure they could give each other.
And Ivan took his role nothing but seriously.
A particularly hard nudge against Till’s cervix made them both gasp, jolting Ivan’s body and sending shivers down his spine and to all his nerve endings. Till glared up at him, but Ivan just smirked, a little out of breath but still the same annoying motherfucker (Till said it, not him) as always. He delivered another thrust, and then another, and another, each one in progressively shorter intervals, addicted to hearing the high whimpers leaving Till’s lips. Ivan groaned at the way Till squirmed beneath him, fingernails digging into the back of his hand, a trickle of drool running down his chin. Beautiful , beautiful, beautiful.
It would never be enough, not until he could crawl inside Till’s ribcage and live there, curled around his delicate heart and feeling his blood pump, keeping him alive. But this was sufficient, Ivan supposed. Being inside Till’s warm, wet pussy, which was spread apart for just him and his cock, reaching as physically possible until he could. Ready for the day when he’d fully accept Ivan’s seed into his womb, their DNA merging and forming new life. Something precious, just between the two of them.
He knew they weren't ready to have a baby just yet, but between Ivan and no one else, he’d be ecstatic if Till’s birth control failed and made them parents at this very moment. His priority was however letting Till finish his degree, even if he didn't need it to contribute to the household. Ivan’s position in his company made sure of it.
Till could be his beautiful little househusband, sitting pretty on the couch all day, ready for Ivan the moment he came home from a long shift. He knew it wasn't the lifestyle Till desired, exactly, but the thought of his lover being spoiled rotten, safe at home and provided for made Ivan’s chest tighten with affection. He’d settle with spoiling him in bed, fucking him until his whole body shivered in overstimulation, desperate cries spilling from his lips in a constant stream, eyes wet and rounded as if trying to tempt Ivan even more. Insatiable.
Ivan was not one to refuse such an advance, shifting so as to suck on Till’s chest without causing so much as a dent in the rhythm of his thrusts. He could feel his husband’s fingers tightening around his own, digging into him to ground them both while they fucked each other stupid. Ivan was genuinely about to start slobbering all over Till, low moans leaving him every time he tightened up around him, his cunt clenching like it never wanted to let Ivan go. How could he refuse?
The pitch of Till’s cries grew higher and higher, peaking in a silent scream as he came, Ivan moving one hand from his lover’s to between their sweaty bodies, rubbing his clit on frenzied little circles with his thumb even through the orgasm. The rest of his palm rested on his mound, feeling the sticky pubic hair tickle his skin and the slight bump of Ivan’s cock pushing in, then out, repeat. It was hypnotizing, feeling himself through Till’s skin, and when he pushed on the bulge they both moaned unabashedly, making eye contact, though Ivan doubted Till could see him very well through his teary eyes.
They streamed down his cheeks steadily, dripping down to his chin and falling onto his heaving, flushed chest like little raindrops. Shiny wet tracks from the tears shimmered slightly when he moved his head at the right angle, his undereyes red and swollen. Ivan could feel more saliva pool in his mouth at the sight of Till being brought to tears from them having sex, needing to devour him whole. He was so cute, so pretty, so sexy that Ivan couldn't take it anymore. All pretense of being gentle went through the window as he grabbed Till’s thighs, folding them against his own chest and fucking.
“Nh- Fuck! F-fuu-uck, Ivan, I-Ivan, slo-wer, slow! Ah-!”
His voice left his lips in broken moans, any and all thoughts that had possibly occupied his mind previously vanishing in an instant, as if his brain were as full of cock as his pussy. Till could feel Ivan in his chest and even knowing that it was physically impossible didn't stop the idea from popping up. The new position made it feel so much deeper, his upper body crushed by the weight of his thighs and Ivan’s arms holding him down effortlessly in a way that never failed to make him even wetter.
“I’m here, baby… Till, Till, my pretty Till- Fuck, gonna breed that cute pussy, gonna make you mine… That's it sweetheart, taking me so well, just for me… Fuck-”
The sweet dirty-talk went straight to Till’s nether regions, leaving him gushing around Ivan, feet flailing in the air and curling into perfect arches. Ivan lowered his face down to Till’s nuzzling their cheeks together affectionately, wanting to be as close to his lover as possible. Ironic, seeing how he was already inside Till, but Ivan never claimed to be a sensible man.
“Till… I’m gonna cum… I love you, love you so much, baby, Till, Till-”
Till threw his head with a loud, hoarse cry as he felt Ivan press up right against his cervix before ejaculating, hot loads of seed flowing into him and burning him from the inside out. The warmth spread through his stomach, flooding his insides and melting them together into an indiscernible scramble in his gut. He barely felt Ivan’s heavy body collapse down onto him, his clothes sticking to their skin and thoroughly soaked in sweat. Till’s hands subconsciously moved to Ivan’s hair, petting it softly as the man panted, still deep inside Till, though growing softer at a steady pace.
Now mostly down from his high, Till sighed softly, feeling his whole body ache and tremble slightly from the impromptu workout he’d done at… He looked at the clock. Nine A.M. A perfectly acceptable hour to have sex, in his opinion. Any hour was reasonable in this relationship, as Ivan really was like a horny dog… Till smiled slightly, pressing a kiss to Ivan’s forehead. The man whipped his head up, cheeks flushed but a large grin on his face, as if he were proud of himself for ruining both their pajamas and the sheets.
“So… How was that? Not bad, right? You came… four times, so no new record set. Aw, maybe next time, hm?”
“Y-you… You’re such a fucking freak! You’re making lunch and dinner today, ugh! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, go die!”
“Love you too, Till.”