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when ivan wakes that morning, it’s not to the incessant buzzing of his phone alarm, nor to the rustling of sheets as till sits up before him. no, ivan wakes up to the slightest sliver of light peeking from their blackout curtains. next to him, till is still sound asleep with no signs of waking.
usually, mornings are a rushed affair for them both. the flurry of actions and objects that create them are built from the life they live together, from the scramble for the bathroom because they both hit snooze on their alarms, from the ironing board already propped up with the clothes hanging on the side, all the way to the two coffee mugs washed and ready to be filled, to the quickest of pecks shared between them that’s more habit than romantic.
today is different. today is a rare day off for both of them despite it being the middle of the work week. ivan had secured a major contract at work and used paid time off as a reward, and till had no commissions from clients to work on. ergo, no phone alarms blaring at seven in the morning, no yelling from till to hurry up in the shower, no need to be careful of getting coffee stains on dress shirts.
today was a day off. today was their day off.
ivan slips out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb till, and heads for the kitchen. day off it may be, but coffee was always a necessity. equal parts sugar, instant coffee, and water, all whipped together with a milk frother and filled to the brim with milk. for fun, ivan adds vanilla syrup. he hums in delight; he hasn’t been able to enjoy his favorite sweet coffee like this in ages. he’s just about to take another sip when he feels thin, strong arms wrap around his middle from behind, feels a warm body mold to his back.
ivan giggles. “morning, till.”
till just grunts, resting his chin on ivan’s shoulder and turning his head ever so slightly to place his lips on ivan’s bare neck.
“do you want to try my coffee? it’s yummy.”
ivan feels the word whispered against his skin more than hears it.
“but i said it’s yummy! who cares if it’s sweet?”
till opens his mouth, bites ivan’s neck gently enough to not leave marks.
ivan sighs. “fine. make your boring americano. have it your way.”
till grunts again, but finally speaks more intelligibly. “no coffee. m’cold. wanna shower.”
ivan takes another sip of coffee and hums. “then take one? no one’s stopping you.”
till’s arms tighten around ivan, possessive and demanding. “come with me.”
ivan blinks and turns his head slightly to look at till. “with you? into the shower?”
“where else?”
ivan can’t help the smile that grows on his face. “oh, husband dearest. are you propositioning me this early in the morning?”
till stays quiet, but lowers his hands so they play with the drawstrings of ivan’s sweatpants.
ivan pinches till’s arm and isn’t surprised when there’s no reaction. “no,” he says firmly. “not in the shower. but... i’m down for something else later in the day. i had an idea you might like.”
till doesn’t stop fiddling with ivan’s pants, but he does bite ivan’s neck again, this time a bit harder.
ivan laughs. “you’ll survive, my sleepy tough guy. go on.”
till grumbles, but extricates himself from ivan’s figure. his footsteps are heavy as he makes his way to the bathroom. ivan almost wants to call out a scolding when he spots till throwing his shirt onto their couch as he passes, but decides against it. let till have his silent tantrum.
a few minutes later, ivan can hear the water running and he finishes the last sip of his coffee. after draining the cup of every last drop, he makes his way toward the bathroom himself. his clothes are removed and placed in the laundry hamper, and he quietly opens the glass door and lets himself into the shower.
till notices immediately and grins widely, finally more awake. “oh? so you decided to take me up on the offer after all?”
ivan smirks. “not quite. i told you, i have something planned for us later.”
“so why are you here?” till asks, raising a brow.
“i said i wouldn’t do anything in the shower. i never said i wouldn’t be joining you at all.”
at that, till’s eyes soften. he holds out an arm, reaching for ivan but not taking the extra step to bridge the distance.
ivan gives in easily, as he knew he would. he steps toward till, closes the space between them, and gently places a kiss on till’s lips. the hot water crashes down on them from above, but it doesn’t stop till from smiling against ivan’s kiss, doesn’t stop him from running his hands up ivan’s shoulders to his head and pulling ivan in closer toward him. he runs this tongue against the closed seam of ivan’s lips, feels his heart beat when ivan grants him access.
for a few minutes, their mouths move furiously, consuming each other with a heat that rivaled the water surrounding them, but just as quickly as the passion came, it disappeared. they break apart and come back together, exchanging softer, much kinder kisses that are deep, yet loving.
when till finally lets go of ivan, the two part properly. despite wanting to look away, ivan finds himself unable to escape the piercing stare of till’s teal eyes. they’re sharp, but for ivan, they are also tender. a blush easily blooms on ivan’s cheeks under all the attention.
to distract himself, ivan grabs the shampoo bottle closest to him and grins. “may i?”
till chuckles. “be my guest.”
the act of lathering up the shampoo in his palms and running them through till’s wet hair is therapeutic for them both. ivan pays close attention to till’s scalp, using the pads of his fingertips to massage and press the shampoo between the strands, satisfied when he does it well, while till closes his eyes at the ministrations, lost in the sensations ivan is bestowing upon him.
when till is all done, he offers to do the same for ivan, but he gets shut down with a wink.
“i’ll need something else from you later today,” ivan says cheekily.
the two shower, separate and together at the same time, exchanging soft, fond kisses throughout the process. they’ve probably set a record for longest shower ever taken, but they don’t care. they’re clean, they’re warm, they’re so utterly besotted with one another.
it was the perfect way to start their morning.
after they’ve dressed and till has rightfully placed that discarded shirt in the living room into the laundry hamper where it belonged, the two gameplan for the rest of the day, deciding to prioritize relaxation above all else.
they decide to go out for breakfast, down to the cafe that’s just a building over from theirs. instead of ironed slacks and stiff shirts, they’re both comfortable in soft joggers and oversized hoodies. they sit at a table near the window, watching the bustle of people and cars on the street, hands threaded together atop the table as they sip and munch.
at one point, till reaches his fork over the grab some cream from ivan’s shortcake onto his fork, and ivan opens his mouth expectantly, waiting for till to feed him. instead, the cream is dolloped on ivan’s nose and till can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him when ivan goes cross-eyed trying to see.
from there, the two wander around, talking and joking aimlessly, enjoying each other’s company. they stop by a convenience store and pick up banana milk at ivan’s request, they pet a friendly stray cat that rubbed its fur cutely against till’s leg, and they get lost at one point and thus have to use google maps to get back home, laughing at their mistake.
when they arrive back home, it’s almost time for lunch. ivan excuses himself to the bathroom while till takes it upon himself to eat up leftover dakgalbi they had in the fridge. no need to put in effort for cooking on a day like this.
the two eat in silence save for some light music ivan put on their bluetooth speaker. till scrolls through his twitter feed, sometimes pausing between bites to type something scathing to a random stranger, always happy to ragebait, while ivan takes pictures of his food and searches for the best filter to upload on instagram, tagging his husband while he’s at it.
when they’re done, the two half-heartedly do some chores, just to say they did something productive today. till handles dishes while ivan gathers trash. it’s a harmonious balance. even with the rush of water from the spout, till can hear ivan from the other room, singing a melody till remembers writing back when they were still in college for their first anniversary.
after that, the two want nothing more than to do more of nothing.
“movie marathon?” till suggests.
ivan nods his head excitedly, cheeks flush.
till is in charge of shutting the curtains and dimming the lights, while ivan picks a movie they’ve seen before, something they both like.
the first half of the movie goes by quietly, with ivan curled into till’s chest, feet tucked under him, while till’s arm is heavy around ivan’s shoulders. but then, ivan starts shifting every so often, starts leaning more heavily on till and tugging lightly at his shirt. eventually, till’s attention shifts from the screen to his husband.
“yes?” till asked, amused. “anything you want?”
ivan brushes his lips against the shell of till’s ear, whispers coyly. “i want you inside me.”
till’s eyes gleam at the prospect ivan was suggesting. “easily done,” he whispers back. “wanna wait for me in our room while i shut this down?”
“no, i’m still watching.”
“then?”
ivan smiles innocently. “i told you i’d want something from you later, right? this is later. just sit back, tilly, and don’t move. i’ll take care of it all.”
with only that one sentence as his instruction, till does his best to follow through, but it’s hard not to move when ivan insists on tempting him so.
his husband knows his power well. after all, it’s what got till to notice him in the first place when they were placed in the same seminar in college. so it’s no surprise that ivan uses the same prowess to keep till’s eyes stuck to his figure.
ivan stands in front of till, blocking the view of their television screen. he pulls off his hoodie and joggers, leaving himself in just a thin t-shirt and his underwear. the latter is next to come off though. till’s eyes first focus on ivan’s cock, already standing at attention and shining wet with precum, but then he’s immediately diverted by the glint of metal behind ivan when he turned.
“ivan,” till breathes out, sinking lower into the couch, “you didn’t.”
ivan smirks. “i did. been wearing it since lunch.”
“fuck,” till growls out. “turn around, let me see.”
with a wink, ivan does just that. he turns and bends forward a little, shoving his ass further into till’s line of sight. not that he was looking elsewhere, because there plugging ivan’s hole is a ruby-jeweled butt plug that till knew was keeping ivan wide and gaping for him.
before till can open his mouth, or even move a finger, ivan shuts it down with his words.
“like i said, don’t move. i’ll take care of everything.”
ivan faces till once more, drops to his knees in front of till and starts tugging at till’s pants. till helps him out by lifting up slightly, so that ivan can pull them down to his ankles, leaving till’s underwear out in the open. smugly, ivan notices the wet spot on them and feels his mouth water at the prospect of sucking at the fabric. it’ll have to be another time, because ivan already has a plan in mind.
ivan folds down till’s underwear, lets his cock bob up and lay against his stomach. ivan was pleased to see till already hard and wet for him; it only made things easier for him. ivan wraps his hand around till, giggles when till hisses at the cool of ivan’s palm hitting his hot member.
“someone’s excited,” ivan teases, sliding his hand up and down, letting the precum make the glide slick and easy.
till groans in response, and ivan is happy to see his husband is controlling his hands, trembling as they are. “don’t make me wait too long. don’t be cruel.”
ivan’s smile is anything but angelic. “i wouldn’t dare.”
it doesn’t take long for ivan to deem till ready. ivan turns around once more to face the television and removes the plug from his hole, letting out a light moan as he does. he doesn’t need much prep, just a minute or two of feeling around his walls, making sure he’s still stretched enough. till watches in a daze, having moved one hand to stroke his cock lazily. when ivan’s done, he smacks till’s hand away and grabs his cock, lines it up with his hole and sinks down on it with a breathy groan.
till widens his legs as ivan sinks lower and lower, taking in more of his cock, and relishes in the feel of that tight heat around his throbbing cock. ivan’s walls squeeze around him, sucking him in deep as ivan lowers himself to the base. when ivan is fully settled on till’s cock, he hums and clenches his hole, giggling a bit when till lets out a yell.
“fuck! damn it, ivan,” he bites out, “i’m trying to restrain myself here, you know.”
“i know,” ivan says cutely, as he leans back against till’s chest, “i just wanted to tease a bit. we’ll be here for a while.”
“yeah?” till’s tone perks up at that last statement. “wanna be my little cockwarmer tonight? keep me jailed within your sweet hole with nowhere else to go?”
ivan shifts so that his lips are pressed against till’s throat, starts sucking on the sensitive skin there. “mm. wanna be a good hole for you, daddy. want to keep you warm.”
till places his hands on ivan’s stomach, presses down a bit and waits for ivan to twitch. he isn’t disappointed. till can only laugh when ivan shoots him a small glare. “just teasing, baby. after all, we’re here for the night, right? let’s watch this movie.”
ivan sighs. “oh, fine. but behave.”
till grins wolfishly. “no promises.”
from there, the couple watches three movies back to back. disregarding the audio from the speakers, a tranquil sort of silence settled upon them. ivan’s done this before, sat upon till’s cock for hours without moving. it’s more than something of a sexual nature; it’s intimate, a resonance between the two that only full forms when they’re joined so closely.
for till, there’s comfort in the warmth, in those hot walls clamped around him, unable and unwilling to let him go. it makes till’s longing for ivan grow stronger, even as they’re clinging to one another. till’s arms wrap around ivan’s middle possessively, like a dragon hoarding his precious treasure. till doesn’t mind curbing his desires, his carnal lust, for these moments when he can simply be one with ivan, can just have ivan all to himself with no outside interference.
for ivan, there’s comfort in the weight of till’s body behind his. while ivan often feels cold, till’s body runs hot, like a fireplace in the middle of winter. till’s body isn’t just a source of comfort, but also strength, security, the only one willing to take ivan for who he is without change. curling up against till like this, feeling his hard member reach the deepest parts of him, feeling claimed and wanted, ivan could never give up this feeling. till’s presence was everything to ivan.
it helped that ivan and till did their best to stay as still as possible. they felt every inch of one another, but they also savored these times when the world was static around them and they could truly feel loved both inside and out.
eventually though, the flames lick at them, and they can’t help but rove their fingers over each other, can’t help but press swollen lips against one another and entwine their tongues. ivan lifts himself off till and sinks back down when he’s facing till fully, refusing to go without kissing till for too long. at till’s prompting, ivan braces himself for when the other stands, wrapping his legs easily around till’s hips as his strong husband carried them into the bedroom. from there, till sets ivan down gently onto their mattress and began to worship every bit of skin he could touch.
when till finally plunges into ivan, now the one leading the play, he basks in the vision ivan makes. sweat-soaked skin that’s blooming with marks of red and purple, waves of inky, black strands that lay flat like a halo surrounding ivan’s fallen figure, puffy red lips that have been bitten and sucked raw by till himself, and eyes that are whole, accepting, and oh-so-seductive in their call for him.
till answers it well, making ivan sing all through the night.
when the moon is high in the sky, the couple are finally wrapped around one another, heartbeats loud but calm. ivan folded himself well into every crevice till offered, still simmering from their coupling, while till breathed in the scent of ivan, emanating around the room like an aphrodisiac created solely for till.
they’ve already cleaned themselves up well, so all that was left was to melt into each other and allow themselves to succumb to rest.
“tilly?”
“mm?”
ivan smiles against till’s neck. “i had a really good day today. thank you for it.”
“don’t thank me,” till replies sleepily, eyes fluttering all the while, “we deserved today. it was exactly what we needed.”
“yeah... tilly?”
“mm?”
a small kiss is placed on till’s nose.
“i love you.”
“mm.”
ivan giggles as till nods off without answering, finally having lost the battle to stay awake. no matter, ivan thinks, pulling the covers over them gently, there’s plenty more days to say what they need to say.
till’s not going anywhere, and neither is he.
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