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There was an internal checklist that Till had to be aware of when he started secretly dating Ivan. Firstly, they had to keep it private and under wraps for the sake of Ivan’s reputation. Secondly, Till had to keep in mind that Ivan would rather frequently flirt with cheerleaders or other lady students; once again for the sake of his reputation. Lastly, you’ll never guess… but Till also had to be mindful that Ivan had a tight schedule… because of his reputation.
Reputation this, reputation that. It was tiring and frankly hard to swallow with Till’s anxieties, but these were Ivan’s requests and it’s not like he acted the same way in private as well. Ivan was actually a completely different person with Till that it was a little scary how hard he pushed himself into a mold that just… wasn’t him.
Regardless, Till has been following these rules for the 3 months they’ve been together. He attended all of Ivan’s matches, would sometimes secretly watch him practice from the bleachers and would often glance over at him or sometimes full on stare when in the hallway.
Till had also watched the effects of Ivan hurting himself whenever he'd allow the other football players to drag him to random parties. Ivan had health issues, mainly having to do with his stomach and it was sad to see him chug down shots only to throw them up later and whine about a completely avoidable stomach ache, like a child who went against their parents wishes and ate too much dessert.
The good news was that Ivan had a friend like Mizi and the other good news was that Mizi was a childhood friend of Till's as well. A popular cheerleader by day and complete party girl by night; it was a miracle, really, because it meant Ivan never had to attend these things alone.
She always made sure to keep her eye on him both as an agreement between Till and her, but also one that Ivan requested as well. When things were going too far, she'd escort him back to his dorm or Till's place… and the price to pay is usually the jock missing his barf bag and throwing up in her car. Twice.
But at least it means Ivan makes it home safe and sound without any other interruptions.
It was a hard relationship with harsh rules, but Till knew better than to ask Ivan to change them or abandon them all together. Even without being physically there, Unsha's presence was constantly lingering over Ivan and Till had to frown every time he watched his boyfriend struggle to make decisions or panic in his own Ivan way whenever his grades dropped slightly or he makes a mistake.
But again, Till could handle all that… he has been for months, but something about watching Ivan's interaction with a cheerleader earlier had finally snapped the thin line holding back the emo's more… loud emotions.
"Ah- Till?" Ivan expresses with a smile of shock and a dumb bug like expression that always put Till in a good mood whether he wanted to be or not. The last thing he expected was the swing of his door to reveal his boyfriend waiting for him on his bed.
"Hey," Till somewhat purrs, picking himself up off the bed and approaching Ivan with suspicious steps.
"Did you miss me so much you had to break into my dorm?" Ivan chuckled, allowing Till's hands to roam around his neck and collarbones.
"Maybe," The emo responds, yanking Ivan's helmet from his hands with a quick snatch before tossing it on the bed behind them. He nuzzles his face into the man's neck, making a noise that Ivan couldn't quite pinpoint. "You stink."
Ivan hums at that, finding it amusing as if the implication of where he's been for the last two hours wasn't enough evidence on why. "You're catching me right after practice," Ivan explained, ruffling Till with a gloved hand. "We can do something after I shower if you want, hm? How about that."
Till makes a noise.
"I'll take that as a yes in the Till language." Ivan laughs, giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek before walking away in the direction of his bathroom. However, he finds himself stopped in his tracks. The jock looks over his shoulder, seeing Till had a hold on his arm and didn't seem to have any plans to let go.
"No," Till says quietly, tightening the grip in his hand as he approached him, pressing their torso's against each other. "Don't want you to shower…"
Ivan blinks, but he can't help but grin at that reaction. "For somebody who complains about me smelling, you sure do seem to hang around me regardless. Like me dirty, Tilly?" He teases. Till makes a noise of embarrassment, but he continues to lead his popular jock boyfriend to the bed.
The next bit was awkward, mainly because it was Till trying to express his dominance by pointing to the mattress with a stern gesture. It wasn't an impossible task, but Ivan could only sit there smirking, as if he's being threatened by a kitten.
"Your hand is shaking, babe," Ivan observes with a teasing point. "I don't think you're supposed to stutter either!" He joked, wearing his most iconic expression, but his fun is dismissed when he's somewhat roughly pushed down into the mattress instead.
Ivan flushes, whatever playful face he was making now gone as he stares up at the outcast hovering over him. His hair was falling in his vision, his face more red than Ivan's as he huffed in a somewhat angry way.
The jock blinks and eventually returns to his childish nature. "Somebody seems eager and impatient, hm?" He laughs.
"Shut up," Till counters, his voice cracking towards the end as he navigates one of Ivan's wrists to the corer of the mattress. The jock raises a brow and his heart beat starts to speed when he noticed Till was tying it down.
Once spread eagle with Till's favorite red rope, Ivan tests his mobility with a quiet struggle. Usually, he can move quite a lot, but with all the padding he was currently wearing it had heavily restricted any normal movement. Ivan hums and maybe he was a bit worried when he noticed the somewhat evil expression on his boyfriend's face.
"Do you know why I'm really here, idiot?" Till asks it in a way that sounds like he's talking to a child.
"Cause you missed me?" Ivan asks with a sheepish smile, giving a light struggle under the man. Till rolled his eyes at that, making a small noise of both annoyance and agreement, but he's quick to continue his act, giving Ivan's face a light smack before climbing off of him.
"Harder," Ivan chuckles, loving watching Till become the flustered and awkward one when it's supposed to be him. However, Till ignores him as he walks around the room, Ivan's eyes following him carefully, but he can't quite see what he grabbed.
Till settles on top of his chest once again, leaning down so that their faces were inches apart. He licks his lip, trying to get back into his role as the dominant one, but as an entirely it wasn't quite working as Ivan held in his laugh with Till continuing to be the more flustered one.
"Um, you said you were getting a different uniform, right?" Till asks quietly, gesturing to the iconic 45 that sat proudly on the jock's chest.
"Mhm, coach said I was getting a whole new number and uniform for some strange reason." Ivan explained with a failed shrug.
"So you won't be wearing these specific clothes anymore?"
"Most likely not considering this won't be my number anymore. I'm a little bummed about it to be quite honest, but-" Ivan cuts himself off with a noise of surprise, watching Till start to cut open his pants with the now revealed scissors.
Ivan manages to sit a bit up, causing Till to stop cutting to avoid an injury. "What are you doing?" He doesn't receive a response, just Till's hands pushing him back against the mattress.
The emo resumes cutting until he's created a fairly large hole in the crotch of Ivan's pants. The jock watches with wide eyes as his half hard cock is freed from the confinement that is tight and protected football bottoms.
Till strokes the head gently, chuckling at Ivan's pathetic struggles and whines; the padding in his shoulders getting caught against the bed, slowing his mobility.
"What's the matter, you stuck?" Till grins, moving a bit down to the shaft to stroke more and internally bank every sound that he hears Ivan make. "Aww, poor baby." He says with mock sympathy.
"Fuck," Ivan whines, shifting under Till as the outcast uses the pre as lube to stroke him faster. He can barely move, he felt like a turtle who had fallen on its back. He must have looked pathetic and that's probably exactly what Till wanted judging by the snickering.
The sensation stops, so Ivan focuses on catching his breath. His cock twitches in the air, growing a bit harder from the play. "Look at me." He hears Till suddenly say, quite sternly too. Ivan's dark eyes narrow down to look between his legs at where Till was stationed.
Till wraps a loose hand around the cock, stroking it softly to draw another grunt out of Ivan before finally saying what he wants to. "This is mine," Till says sternly, continuing the slow tease that was beginning to drive Ivan wild. "Not other players, not cheerleaders… mine."
"Yours," Ivan responds quietly, trying to thrust into Till's hand and whining when he moves.
"Yeah. Mine."
"Is that what this is all about?" Ivan finally asks when it clicked in his head. Till to raised a brow. "Get jealous again there, babe?" Ivan grins.
Till furrows his eyebrows. Ivan was obviously right, seeing the cheerleaders crowd him earlier made Till feel insecure knowing that Ivan could have anything he wanted, so he had to make it known that Ivan was his and his alone. The jock was into it, so there was no harm done and it made Till feel more certain in their relationship.
Still, he didn't enjoy that Ivan wasn't quote on quote surrendering, so he starts to stroke him again; faster this time.
Ivan grunts and groans, legs kicking uselessly in the bindings as he tries to escape from the pleasure. Till doesn't seem to take his eyes off his face, watching the tears weld up in his eyes as he doesn't slow his pace until eventually Ivan ejaculates.
"That's 1," Till stated. He gathers the fluids and rubs it over the jock's now sensitive dick. Ivan whimpers, the shaft twitching just from the cold air alone as he focused on catching his breath. "You owe me like- 10 more or whatever."
Ivan groans, an emotion hard to pinpoint from everything he was feeling right now. Till furrows his eyebrows again, giving Ivan's balls a hard slap and watching the man react instantly with a small cry; squirming around in his bindings.
"I said you owe me 10 more, do you understand me?"
Ivan answers this time, a small nod as he continued to look up at the ceiling. To the average person this looked like fear, but the way his cock was still half hard even after cumming told Till everything he needed as he let out a scoff.
"Fucking freak." Till comments, looking over Ivan's bound body to try and pinpoint the next part of his plan. Believe it or not, the emo hadn't planned anything out; he only knew he wanted to put Ivan in his place.
He flicks the utterly useless thing and watches Ivan gasp and twitch. Till's pupils grow at the situation, because even though it wasn't new it was always tasty to see Ivan like this… mainly because he was the only one who could make Ivan like this.
"You're so pretty like this," Till says to himself out loud as he traces a possessive hand down Ivan's torso. He takes in all the dirt stains littering over his gear, obviously from being tackled and thrown into the ground. The very idea of football pissed Till off, both cause it seemed stupid and because Ivan was always getting injured.
Every time Ivan got tackled during a game or hit with the football it would always cause Till to cringe and squirm in his seat. He knew they had protection and all that, to make sure the vital organs don't receive life threatening danger, but it didn't stop Till having to tend to Ivan's injuries afterwards.
He supposes the good news was that with Ivan's reputation and constantly getting hurt it made giving him hickeys much easier. Though, Till didn't appreciate that his claiming marks were brushed off as being from cheerleaders or random girls at parties, but he knew why Ivan had to say such things.
What a mess.
The room is otherwise silent, only the sounds of shifting against the bed, a few grunts and their beating hearts. Till only continues to glare down at the jock with a hungry look in his eye, but it wasn't necessarily one of lust, but anger. He wishes he could splatter this image all across campus. Show all those strangers what Ivan was like with him.
"Till?" Ivan finally speaks after observing the way his boyfriend has been acting for the last five minutes. "You seem upset… did I do-"
"It isn't fair." Till interrupts, causing Ivan to close his mouth. "Everybody thinks just because you smile and wave at them that they get to be all touchy and giggly with you like you've been friends for years while our relationship isn't even said to be a relationship! I'm a weird loser with no friends and you're like God itself."
"Till-"
"They think they actually have a shot with you simply because you're closeted and play into however they act- well you know what I think?" The emo huffs, squeezing Ivan's face and turning it a bit roughly to the side as he breaths in his ear. "I think you also need to be reminded of who you belong to in this world."
Ivan struggles weakly, mainly human instinct from being somewhat manhandled because his eyes? Darling they were full of nothing but lust and the possessive attitude from Till had gone straight to his dick, now making him fully hard instead of half.
Till notices it and a dangerous smile creeps on his face as he finally lets go of Ivan's.
"What? You like being put in your place by the outcast?" Till teases, stroking Ivan's cock loosely and snickering at the reacted noises. "Anakt University's golden boy has a boner over being dominated by a loser. Pathetic."
He spits on it, causing Ivan to shudder as he strokes him faster. "Everybody's favorite captain is tied up in his own bed by none other than the emo they all make fun of." Without warning he tightens the grip, planting his finger over the hole and finding satisfaction in Ivan's curse word. "And you love it."
Ivan pants, giving Till a nod as words fail him to respond.
Till had this popular heartthrob right where he wanted him, but he still wasn't satisfied. He watches Ivan closely; how he was panting with his mouth open and you know, they talked about play like this, but they've never actually tried it… so Till climbs his body, approaching his face before spitting directly in his mouth.
Ivan whines, but swallows the spittle nonetheless which leaves Till satisfied. "Yeah, exactly. Some girl can think you're her crush while my saliva sits in your stomach." The emo purrs, spitting in his mouth again to relive that feeling of complete control as he heard the noises leave Ivan's lips.
However, it still didn't satisfy that itch that Till had. His saliva was in Ivan's stomach, but it wouldn't linger as a reminder like he wants.
He needed something else.
Something that would last longer.
Till's eyes travel down Ivan's bound form, watching the way his hands open and close to find stimulation while laying there. His legs shifting against the bindings as he focuses on Till with those eyes full of lust and desire. He not only had Ivan right where he wanted, but Ivan himself was also right where he wanted to be too.
His gaze locks on the cock; hard, veiny and practically begging for attention by the way it twitched. Perhaps it was time to go to phase 2.
Till hums, pawing at it with his hand and soaking in Ivan's noises and reactions like it was a freshly baked pie. "Cute," He comments, finally moving to unbuckle his belt and pull his clothes down.
He's about to toss them down on Ivan's floor, but he pauses, getting an idea and turning towards the restrained jock with a sinister smirk. Sweat starts to bead at Ivan's forehead as he smiles nervously.
"Ahah, what's with the face?" Ivan asks, giving a weak struggle as Till slides closer. "You've ridden me before, I don't see what's so funny?"
"Do you know who you belong to?" Till asks with a stern posture, his hand reaching for something out of Ivan's sight.
"Ah- what?"
"Do you know who you belong to."
"Of course I do," Ivan chuckles, finding his playful behavior again after the shock wore down. "I belong to you, my pretty and fantastic boyfriend!" He expressed with an iconic expression.
Till isn't impressed as he folds his arms, further hiding the thing he grabbed. "Yeah, but do you know that?" He asks a bit more seriously.
"Hah?" Ivan answers, his smile now turning to one of confusion as he tries to register what exactly Till is getting at.
"I don't think you do." With no warning and cutting off Ivan's current reply he shoves the thing he grabbed inside of the jock's mouth, keeping his hand planted over it to keep it in there.
As quick as it happens Ivan gags, something distasteful filling out his cheeks and lingering on his tongue as he squirms and whines while Till is busy tearing off pieces of duct tape to press firmly against his lips and somewhat roughly slamming Ivan's helmet over his head to complete the uniform.
"How do you think all those popular people would react…" Till starts, examining his work and finding satisfaction in the tears beginning to form in Ivan's eyes. "Knowing that the heartthrob of Anakt University- their oh so beloved football captain… was currently tied down with the emo outcast's dirty underwear in his mouth?"
Ivan groans, a muffled response followed by a gag as the taste remains trapped in his mouth. He attempts to spit it out, but obviously the tape and his face guard blocks the exit. He whines like a child, kicking and squirming in his bindings as he breathes more intensely through his nose.
Was it gross? Realistically, but in reality Ivan couldn't find any part of Till gross. It sadly wouldn't stop his sense of taste though.
"What's the matter, Jockstrap? Do you not like the fact that you're forced to taste me?" Till snickers, giving his boyfriend a fake sympathetic pat on the cheek through the semi large gap before climbing off of him to get into position. "Good. Maybe now your body and mind will recognize that you're mine."
Hot.
Anyway, Till finally lines himself up with the head of Ivan's cock; sliding down with mostly ease until he's settled right where he wants to be. He feels it twitch and grow inside of him, drawing out a moan of his own as he starts to bounce.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good," Till praises, picking up a bit of speed to begin to milk the helpless cock with his hole. Ivan whines. "Nothing but my little jock toy, huh? Something for me to claim and play with?"
"Mmmgh," Ivan answers, struggling weakly as his saliva begins to soak the piece of clothing still holding his mouth hostage. Being tied down logically made it hard to move in any direction, but what was really frustrating him was the padding sewn into his uniform. He grumbles, arms flopping against the mattress as he expresses his discomfort.
"What's the matter? You stuck?" Till grins, picking up speed and listening to Ivan's gasps and sobs. "Aww, poor baby. It must be so embarrassing for somebody like you to be tamed by somebody like me."
Ivan can feel it, that reaction swirling around in his gut as his struggles became more noticeable. "Close," He tries to announce, but a gargled and disgusted noise is what leaves his trapped lips as the tears try to spill over.
"Don't be such a pussy, Ivan," Till scolds, continuing to milk Ivan's cock with his hole. "It's just the underwear I've been wearing all day, I'm sure some freak like you is actually enjoying the taste."
Ivan sobs, that familiar feeling reaching its limit as he cums inside of Till, a long moan leaving his body as he attempts to catch his breath.
"That's 2," Till reminds, slamming down to insert Ivan fully inside of him as he listens to him cry out. "Don't you remember, Ivy? You owe me 10."
Oh boy… this was gonna be a very long afternoon.
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"That's 6," Till counts, barely being able to hear himself over Ivan's sobbing and screaming. All that cumming has made him super sensitive that even a small flick would cause him to cry… and Till was milking him dry with his riding, so you, the viewer, can only imagine the pained pleasure the poor jock was feeling.
On top of that of course is the taste of sweat and musk from Till's underwear. Not that it wasn't already, but Ivan's entire body was screaming Till's need. His chokes and gags with every muffled attempt at communication, his tongue trying to find a spot away from the block, but it was all useless, because it simply wasn't working.
Not only that, but Ivan didn't even get to shower; he was doomed the moment he entered his dorm. Frankly it was gross constantly having to smell himself and taste Till while every touch and feeling was trapped against his dick. This of course didn't mean he wasn't right where he wanted to be of course.
"7," Till sing songs, finding lustful joy in Ivan's quote on quote suffering and watching the once powerful jock watered down to a squirming and sobbing mess. "Come on Jockstrap, you're so close," Till claims, giving the man's face a light smack and freezing when he could have sworn hearts spawned from the impact.
The hours blurred together, along with the amount of times Ivan ejaculated; if it wasn't for Till keeping count, Ivan for sure would have lost the amount and just focused on the ceiling or something.
"What would your jock friends see if they could see you now, Captain?" Till teased, bucking his hips and with each slam hitting his own prostate. He moans loudly, causing Ivan's eyes to widen and muffled panicked speech trying to escape. "Oh relax, I won't get you a fucking noise complaint, asshole." Till grumbled, watching Ivan sigh in relief through his nose before laying his head back against the pillow to try and relax, but they both knew that wasn't happening.
"8." Till announces, adding onto the suffering by flicking Ivan's hard nipples through the somewhat thin shirt. "Do I feel a 9?"
Ivan flails and screams, babbling uncontrollably as he fills Till again. His ears ring and his sight blurs, but he can still make out that attractive laughter.
"There it is," Till purrs, licking at the hard nubs through the fabric- eyes glued to Ivan's fucked out face. God he was hot… Till was so lucky.
"Come on, idiot," Till says it with a bit of sympathy, a hint that the play was coming to an end as he rocked his hips and patted Ivan's cheek. "The sooner you cum, the sooner I can get those out of your mouth and untie you."
"Mmph…" Ivan moans, his brain boiled down to only sounds instead of words as he squirmed weakly.
"You can do it baby, just one more, alright? For me?"
Finally, Ivan releases, a big load filling Till again and spilling over the edges like the past ones. Tills panting, Ivans panting- both exhausting each other with their bodies as the emo collapses on Ivan's sweaty and well- cum covered chest.
Hey, just cause the focus was on Ivan's orgasms didn't mean that Till didn't have any either.
What a mess.
"That's right, baby," Till huffs. His arm lifting slowly as his fingers brushed against Ivan's face guard.
In all truth Till was tired and there was a little voice in his head telling him that Ivan could hold out a tiny bit longer, but dominant roleplay or not, Till was still Till; and Till loved and cared for his boyfriend's safety.
The outcast groans, forcing himself to gain just enough energy to fully reach Ivan's face as he starts to pick at a corner of tape, his wrist bending awkwardly. Ivan watches him- pupils large and full of that familiar emotion while old and fresh tear streaks stained his cheeks.
Eventually, Till is able to peel off the 3 pieces of tape and stick his hand inside of Ivan's mouth, causing the other to moan. Till cringes, the texture of wet undies brushing against his skin until he finally pulls them out of Ivan's filthy mouth, watching a string of saliva connected to his lips follow as Ivan's own began to seep out of his panting open mouth.
"Eugh," Ivan grumbles, licking his lips and cringing when he can still taste it. I mean- it was in there for hours, even with a good brushing of the teeth it would still linger, but hey, he wasn't exactly complaining.
"Shit, sorry- too much?" Till asks with genuine concern as he began to untie Ivan's limbs. "Fuck- I'm sorry Ivan, I just- I'm so insecure when you can have anything you want and I'm just-"
"Till it's okay," Ivan answers quickly, cutting Till off mid ramble and gaining the emo's attention. "If anything you should do it again, I was super into that," He admits with a chuckle.
Till furrows his eyebrows, lightly slamming his fist against the top of Ivan's helmet to cause it to bonk his head around. "Asshole," He mutters, finishing untying one of Ivan's wrists and eventually everything else. "I'll keep that noted or whatever." He replies afterwards causing Ivan to smirk.
Freak4Freak and Gross4Gross, somebody put them down.