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Till gets a date. Ivan witnesses it happen with his own eyes while while waiting for Till after his band's show.
Before Till could make his way to Ivan, Hyuna had pulled him back to introduce a girl to him. Ivan vaguely remembers seeing her on campus, maybe she was one of the cheerleaders?
Ivan listens in on their conversation. Mia was Hyuna's friend and apparently, a fan of their music. Without skipping a beat, she asks Till out on a date. Ivan's mouth hangs open. There's no way.
Till goes red from head to toe but accepts while fumbling to get his phone out to exchange contact information.
Hyuna leaves them and sits next to Ivan. He schools his face quickly.
"Look, I'm saying this as a friend, but you've got to either tell him or try to move on," Hyuna says.
Ivan doesn't answer. He had already made his peace with the solid fact that Till wasn't interested. As demonstrated once more, Till's romantic taste seemed to be the polar opposite of everything Ivan was.
Nevertheless, Ivan felt the familiar bitterness in his stomach as he watched Till with Mia. But maybe he was worried for nothing. They've only agreed on one date, there's no guarantee Till will even like her back. Maybe he won't. Although it didn't seem likely since Till was all flustered and excited, eyes sparking. Wasn't this Mia girl just Till's type? That type being Mizi.
Mia's resemblance to her was obvious. Even looking from a distance, Ivan could tell that she was just as bubbly and outgoing. And she was beautiful.
When Mia asks Till's autograph Ivan decides to leave early. He asks Hyuna to give Till a ride home and makes his way to his car.
Before starting the engine Ivan pauses to think for a moment. It's not like he expected Till to be alone forever, but he didn't think he would get over Mizi so fast.
He should probably be happy for him. After Mizi finally started going out with Sua, Till had been heartbroken. Not that he ever had any change to begin with.
Ivan had thought he was used to Till's indifference to him. But unlike Mizi, Mia liked him back, so Till had a real chance at a relationship. Just thinking about it makes Ivan's stomach twist. But it's not like he can stop Till from loving other people.
After giving up on Mizi, Till had felt a sense of clarity. It was like waking up from a dream, the pink fantasy of Mizi dissolving into thin air and the world beyond coming into focus. Leaving Till slightly confused.
Mizi had been something like a muse to him, but now that she was taken, Till started to feel guilty whenever his thoughts wandered back to her.
It was probably time to get new inspiration, or probably a girlfriend. The practical side of things was a bit challenging, though. Till didn't have many friends, so he didn't know how to meet anyone. He even tried asking dating advice from Ivan, but he brushed him off immediately. Like even the idea of Till getting a girlfriend was laughable.
So when Mia suddenly asked him out, Till was thrilled. And a little smug for proving Ivan wrong. He wasn't hopeless, a cute girl liked him!
Ivan's phone pings with a message. He shuffles it from his pocket to see it's from Hyuna.
Ivan had been waiting to hear from Till all day after he left for his date with Mia. When it started to get late and Ivan still didn't hear from Till, he started to wonder if he was still with Mia.
Ivan had finally cracked and texted Hyuna to ask if they had band practice he didn't know about, hoping that was the case.
Ivan clicks the message open.
"till has his date with mia today, didnt you know? i saw them return to the dorms some time ago."
Ivan stares at the screen for a moment, reading over the lines again. Returned to the dorms? Till lived in the city with his dad.
The date was going well then. It didn't necessarily mean anything more, but he had a bad feeling about this. Although, it's not like he can do anything about it. But can he really just stand back and watch Till slip away like this?
Ivan clicks the screen shut and watches his reflection on the dark glass.
Absolutely not.
Till had been nervous all day but it was nothing compared to how he felt now that he was approaching Mia's dorm building.
Despite the nerves, the date had gone well. Mia was easy to talk to, and they had some things in common. Like music taste. It should have been a good sign that she wanted to spend more time with him, so why was Till so anxious?
He wondered if he was reading the situation right. Did Mia want to..?
Mia holds the door open and Till steps inside. Mia didn't leave Till guessing when she immediately lifts her hands to his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Till feels his whole body tense up but suddenly her lips were already on his.
Till had never kissed anyone but he tries to follow Mia's lead. She tasted like lip gloss. Till places his hands lightly on her waist, too nervous to actually hold her.
This close Till could see the faint shimmer of her eyeshadow and smell her sweet perfume. She was… really beautiful.
Mia pulls back and her lip gloss was smudged and now Till could feel the stickiness of it on his own lips, too.
"Sit here," Mia guides Till on her bed and hops on Till's lap, skirt riding up. Till blushes down to his neck, staring.
Mia smiles and lifts her top off, revealing her lace trimmed bra and Till freezes. Her chest was huge, and it was so close to his face. Till's brain stops functioning.
"Oh –! Wow.. I mean –"
Till feels his face heating up more. 'Wow'? He really couldn't come up with anything better?
But Mia just laughs.
"Till, you're so cute."
Till wasn't sure if he liked being called cute but he didn't have time to dwell on it as Mia takes his hands and gently places them on her chest.
Till is so flustered he almost pulls away by reflex. Despite liking Mizi, Till never actually thought about being with her. Doing this with her. Or any girl. It felt so rude.
"It's okay, you can touch me", Mia says.
Till realizes he has just kept his hands planted on her chest and stared like an idiot. What is he supposed to do? Hesitantly he moves his hands, feeling the round curve of her chest.
Till swallows. He can't shake the feeling of unease gnawing in his stomach. Why would Mia like someone like him? Mia was so confident and beautiful and Till felt like a total loser, completely out of his element here in this girly room.
Till takes a deep breath. Maybe it's okay. It's normal to be nervous. And he didn't want to be a virgin forever.
Mia leans down and Till's eyes flicker up. Their faces are so close. Her hair falls down on Till's shoulders, she smells so good. Till's gaze slides to her mouth and tentatively he presses his lips against hers.
Mia deepens the kiss and slides her hands down from Till's shoulders under his shirt. Till jolts at her touch on his bare skin.
"You should take this off," Mia whispers to his ear. Till is quickly starting to feel overwhelmed but does as he's asked with fumbling hands.
Mia's gaze feels intense as it sweeps him up and down. Till doesn't think there's much to look at. Mia's eyes focus on his nipples.
"I like your piercings," she says.
"Th- thanks," Till manages. His heart is beating so fast.
Mia starts to press kisses down Till's neck, shuffling around his lap. Till feels like his head is stuffed with cotton, he can't think straight. Despite the nerves he's hard and Mia must be able to feel it. She's grinding against him, sucking on a spot behind his ear. She runs her hands down Till's chest, grazing his nipples lightly, and Till holds his breath.
Mia rolls her hips against him and Till lets out a strangled sound. He slaps a hand on his mouth, instantly mortified. Why does he have to be so embarrassing?
Mia seems delighted, though. She leans back and snakes her hands between their bodies. Then Till realizes she was opening his jeans.
"Um –!" Without thinking Till's hands flew to grab hers. If it was possible for Till to blush more he would. What the hell is he doing? Why is he stopping her?
Mia pauses, confusion flickering on her face but she recovers quickly.
"Are you nervous? I can strip first if you like." Shakily Till nods his head and watches Mia open the zipper of her skirt, sliding it off smoothly.
Till feels like he is suffocating. Mia's strawberry scent was filling his nostrils and embarrassment burnt hot in his veins. Did he even want any of this? Was Mia really okay with someone like him? He's done hardly anything other than stutter and stare. Till must be such a disappointment.
Mia didn't seem disappointed, though. She settles back on Till's lap and again, all thoughts vanish from Till's head as she lifts his hand and places it between her legs, guiding it under the lacy underwear.
Mia sweeps her hair over her shoulder and tilts her head down to rest her forehead against Till's. Till feels how hot and damp she was. She keeps holding Till's wrist, gently instructing him.
Till takes a steadying breath. He was already this far so he might as well try his best. With new determination Till places his other hand on Mia's cheek, pulling her face closer. Till kisses her again, deeper, trying to mimic her earlier movements. She sighs softly against his lips and Till moves his hand lower, carefully sliding a finger in –
A loud ringing blasts through the room and Till's phone screen lights up with Ivan's face. With a jolt Till pulls his hand free and scrambles to grab his phone.
"I- I'm so sorry!" Till splutters as he fumbles to hit the red button and mute the sound. Till curses Ivan to the deepest pits of hell. Why would he call?! He should know he's busy!
"Oh, that's okay! It's not something important, is it?" Her eyes slide back to the phone screen. Ivan was calling again. Hurriedly Till places the phone screen down on the night stand.
"No, it's nothing. I just forgot to turn it off.. We can still – I mean, if you want to –" Till had no idea where he was going with that sentence and luckily he didn't need to, because Mia was already moving closer. Her lips meet Till's again and Till feels even more flustered than before. He's uncomfortably aware of his wet fingers, awkwardly avoiding touching her with that hand.
Just when they were getting into it again a loud knock on the door makes them both jump.
"What the - I'm not expecting anyone," Mia says, looking at the door. She hesitates, turning back to Till.
A sound calls from the other side.
"Till! It's me, are you in there? Open up, please."
More knocking.
Till feels his heart sink in horror, followed by a sharp flash of anger. Ivan cannot be here, even he can't be this insufferable!
"Do you know him?" Mia asks.
"Yeah, that's Ivan. We're friends. I'm - I'm sorry, he shouldn't even know that I'm here…"
Mia quickly throws her clothes back on and hurries to the door. Till follows, pulling his shirt on.
Mia opens the door and sure enough, Ivan is standing on the other side. He barely glances at Mia when his eyes scan the room to land on Till. Till, who is flushed down to his neck, hair messy and shirt on backwards.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I need to borrow Till." With two strides Ivan had passed through the threshold to grab Till's arm, quite literally pulling him out of the room. Till's resistance was instant.
"What the –?! Ivan, you jerk, let go of me!," Till digs his heels in, socks sliding on the floorboards as Ivan tugs his arm.
"I'm sorry Till – and Mia," he says, glancing quickly at Mia who was watching the kidnapping of her date with round eyes. "But we really need to go. It's an emergency."
That alarms Till. Did something happen? Was Mizi and Sua okay? If something happened and he was here, doing this, ignoring calls, then…
Till turns to Mia. "I'm sorry, I promise to explain everything later! Just –" But before Till could finish his sentence Ivan had already dragged him through the door and slammed it shut to Mia's stunned face.
"Ivan, seriously, you've got to tell me what's going on," Till says, as Ivan pulls him through the hallways, down the stairs.
"I'll explain once we get to my room."
"I'm not even wearing any shoes, can't you just wait –"
But Ivan continued to drag Till behind him all the way across the yard to his dorm building. When they got in the elevator Till got a better look at Ivan's face but it gave nothing away. Ivan still didn't let go of his arm.
Ivan pushes him in the room and shuts the door, turning the lock.
"So? Are Mizi and Sua okay? Why are we here?," Till pants, catching his breath.
"They're okay. Nothing's wrong, anymore."
"Anymore? What does that mean?"
Ivan takes a step closer, eyes boring into his, unsettling. Till never liked it when Ivan looked at him like that, like he was closely watching his every move.
"I got you away, so crisis averted."
"Wait, what? Me?"
"You shouldn't have sex with her. So I stopped you."
Till's mind blanks for a bit. He blinks. And feels the rage set in.
"That's your idea of an emergency? Me hooking up?," Till growls.
"Yes", Ivan says, simply.
"So you're telling me this is just a stupid prank?" Till's voice came through clenched teeth, balling his fists. "You're crossing the fucking line!"
A cold smile spreads on Ivan's face. "You can hit me if it makes you feel better. As long as you stay away from her."
"And why's that?", Till spits.
"You should only be with me."
Huh?
"I'm serious, Till. First you crush on Mizi and now her? She doesn't even know you."
Ivan takes another step closer.
"But I do. Better than anyone."
Till is so taken aback that for once he has no words. Then Ivan was looking intently at Till's mouth with a strange expression and Till's breath hitches.
In the next moment Ivan had grabbed Till's face and was firmly rubbing his sleeve against Till's mouth.
"Mph! What the fuck, Ivan?!" Till spluttered, trying to push his hands off. Ivan just tightens his grip.
"You have lip gloss all over your face. There, all clean now." He has the audacity to tap his cheek.
Till was furious.
"You could've just told mh—!"
But Ivan was kissing him now, pushing his lips against Till's firmly, holding his head still to prevent him from backing away.
Till could feel Ivan's tooth pressing against his lower lip, startling him to open his mouth. Ivan angles his head and pushes his tongue in, sliding it against Till's. Sparks went flying through Till, he was suddenly aware of every inch of his body.
Kissing Ivan was nothing like Mia's soft, strawberry scented kisses. Till could feel him all over him, one hand sliding to his neck and the other on the small of his back, pushing him closer. Hazily Till realizes he was reciprocating, sliding his tongue against Ivan's, clinging to his body. It was like all the blood in Till was rushing down. He tried to blame it on being worked up from earlier but he couldn't deny it, kissing Ivan felt good.
Suddenly Ivan shoves him backwards and Till scrambles to keep his balance, then falls down on the bed. Ivan follows, caging him in with his arms.
"Wh- what are you doing?", Till asks, breathless.
Ivan doesn't answer. He pushes Till down on his back, chest flush against him, kissing him again.
Till's head was spinning. Ivan… likes him? That's what this was, right? But that didn't make any sense. Ivan was his best friend, he had never —
"Ivan, wait," Till pants. He needs time to think.
Ivan was now pressing kisses down his neck, running his hands up and down Till's sides, up to his chest, pinching a nipple. Till gasps, curling his hand tighter in Ivan's hair and Ivan took both nipples between his fingers, pinching at the same time.
"Ah! Fuck, wait!"
Till spreads his palm flat against Ivan's chest to shove him back, managing to get enough distance to prop himself up a little. When Ivan leans closer again Till plants both hands on his mouth.
"Seriously! I said wait!"
Ivan licks his palm. Till yelps and lets go.
"Ewh, gross!"
"Speak for yourself," Ivan says, suddenly grabbing Till's wrist in an iron grip and holding it up.
"How far did you go? Did you finger her?", Ivan asks, face blank.
"W-what the - what the hell?! You can't just ask that!" Till stammers.
Ivan doesn't answer. He just looks at him, tightening his grip.
Till feels his face heat up more. "B- besides what did you expect? You just barged in right when we were —". Till doesn't get to finish that sentence, since Ivan shoves the hand he was holding into Till's open mouth.
"That's disgusting, Till." Ivan's voice was ice cold. "You should clean up."
Till splutters, trying to turn his head but it was no use. Ivan keeps his other hand pinned down, pressing Tills fingers deeper.
It was a strange feeling having his own hand forced down his throat. Ivan's words made him feel strange, too. Till didn't understand what was happening anymore. He could taste something on his fingers and he was mortified for no reason. He didn't even do anything wrong!
"I said suck them, Till," Ivan says, voice low.
Till's heart skips a beat, he feels hot all over. Tentatively, he sucked on his fingers and pried one eye open to look at Ivan. He was staring down at him, eyes dark and pupils wide. Till shivers. He continues licking his hand, suckling his fingers until Ivan seemed satisfied and released him.
Shakily Till sits up and wipes his mouth on the back of his wrist. What the fuck?
"Wh- what's wrong with you, you freak?", Till scoffs, trying to regain some control of himself. He could feel his cock pulsing furiously in his pants. "I'm - I'm out of here."
But when Till makes to get up Ivan presses him down again with a thump, pinning his hands on either side of his face.
"No. I told you already, forget about Mia," Ivan says, looming over him.
Ivan's manhandling was seriously starting to piss Till off.
"Shut up! I'm not thinking about Mia! Let go!" Till tries to wrench himself free but Ivan's hands won't budge. Seriously, what was his problem? And why was he so strong?
"Good. Then this is for me, right?" Ivan presses his leg between Till's, grinding against his obvious hard on and Till couldn't help the sound that escapes him.
"Or are you still thinking about someone else? Would you like it better if it was Mizi on top of you?" Ivan presses his leg higher and Till whines.
Ivan's eyes turn colder, voice mocking. "But she doesn't want you, Till. You were stupid to ever chase her. Obviously Mia is just a replacement. It's pathetic."
The words stung, adding to the mix of confusion, anger, and frustration. Till felt tears prickling in his eyes. Why is Ivan doing this?
"But I want you, Till. Why can't you see that?" Ivan's voice turns quieter, pleading.
"Fuck you, Ivan," Till says, voice uneven, trying to blink away the tears.
Ivan tucks his head in the crook of Till's neck, still holding his hands.
"Till, please. I like you so much, I want to keep you, forever. Please believe me," Ivan mutters the words against Till's skin, his leg still pressed tight on Till's crotch.
Till couldn't keep up, it was too much. He was utterly confused. Ivan wasn't making any sense.
But now that Till thinks back, suddenly it doesn't feel so far fetched anymore. Ivan had always been by his side, never interested in other people despite being so popular, always devoted to Till and Till only. Till just never questioned it.
"How was I - how was I supposed to know that? You never said anything," Till tries to defend himself.
Ivan lifts his head to look at him. Till's face warms again.
"I mean, yeah, maybe there were some signs but I - I-," Till had no idea what to say. So Ivan did like him? And was confessing for real? Somehow, it made him nervous.
But Ivan was still also a jerk and a jealous maniac who just forced him to lick his own fingers clean. Till took a deep breath.
"I understand now, so you can let go of me, okay? We can t- talk about it, or s- something," Till was stammering, tugging at his hands. Ivan's gaze was really starting to feel heavy on him.
"I'm not letting you go," Ivan says.
Well, that's ominous.
"Ivan! Come on, be - be serious!" Till tries.
But Ivan is not listening. He shifts on top of him and pins both of Till's hands down with one hand. Then he lifts the hem of Till's shirt all the way to his chin, exposing his body. Ivan looks down at him and Till feels like a prey caught by something dangerous.
"I'll free your hands if you promise to behave," Ivan says.
"O-okay," Till breathes, voice small.
Ivan releases his grip and slides his hands over Till's body, like he was trying to remember every dip of his skin. Ivan strokes his lower stomach, pausing there, running his finger along the thin trail of hair, then back up again. Till squirms, blushing, but stays put as best as he could.
It felt way too intimate, this was Ivan, his best friend Ivan, who was now feeling him up, looking all serious.
Ivan's hands travel up to his chest again, no doubt feeling Tills thumping heart through the skin. Ivan swipes his thumbs over Till's nipples lightly, the silver barbels glimmering in the dim light of the room.
Till makes a sound and bites down on his lip to muffle it. Ivan presses his thumbs down gently and Till moans out loud.
"You're so responsive. Are you sensitive here? Does it feel good?"
When Till doesn't answer he pinches hard and Till shouts.
"Mph! Fuck! Yes, I like it! Happy now?"
Ivan did look happy. He dipped his head lower and pressed his mouth over one nipple, still pinching the other between his fingers.
Sharp pleasure spikes through Till when Ivan's hot tongue makes contact, swirling around and toying with the barbel. Till buries his hands in Ivan's hair and clings to him as he sucks harder. Ivan switches and gives the same treatment to the other one.
Till was barely holding on, his hips bucking up against Ivan uncontrollably, looking for friction. He was so close already, it felt like he had been hard forever. Hazily he registers that Ivan is hard too, he's grinding against him.
Till still felt awkward and embarrassed but the anger had washed down. Now that Ivan's jealosy was obvious, Till felt oddly reassured by it. Ivan was telling him the truth, he liked him, or wanted to keep him, or whatever the fuck he was going on about before. Till couldn't find it in him to care anymore.
Ivan lifts his face to look at him, a string of spit connecting his mouth to Till's nipple, now swollen and red.
Ivan was nothing like Mia, but there was no denying that he's attractive. Stupidly so. Enough to make Till seethe with jealosy when they were growing up and he had to watch Ivan get more and more attention as he grew into his face and matured.
Now Till looks up at that same face, and it feels strange.
Till places his hands on Ivan's cheeks and pulls him down into a kiss.
Ivan cups Till's face and caresses it with his thumb, holds him like he's something precious.
Till averts his eyes quickly, he can't believe he never realized. To avoid looking at his expression Till kisses him again.
Ivan's lips travel lower, pressing kisses on his neck, sucking marks on him.
Ivan slides his hand lower along Till's stomach, slipping it into his jeans, palming his cock through the underwear, tracing the damp spot.
"Wow Till, you're so wet," Ivan says, amused.
"S- shut up! Don't say it like that!"
"But you are, look," Ivan had pulled his cock out and was wrapping his fingers around it, tapping the tip with his thumb. Another bead of liquid spurts out, dripping down the length.
Till goes bright red. He looks so tiny in his grip. Ivan's palm covers his length almost completely, just the red tip peaking out. Till was perfectly average in size, damn Ivan and his huge hands!
Like always, it was like Ivan was reading his mind and knew exactly what to say to rile him up.
"Your dick is so small, it's adorable," Ivan says while he moves his hand up and down, grip teasingly light.
"Wha- what the hell? No it's not!" Till says.
Ivan laughs. "It's not what? Adorable? Or small?"
"N- neither! I hate you!"
"I don't think you do, actually," Ivan says quietly, smiling wide. He tightens his grip and Till squirms.
"A small penis is nothing to be ashamed of, Till. Besides, it suits you. I like it," Ivan continues, condescending as ever.
Till speaks without really thinking it through.
"Fuck you! You're probably just so huge you don't even know what average looks like " Till says, furious.
"You think I'm huge?"
Till realizes what he just said and dies of embarrassment. What is wrong with him? Is he dumb?
But he wasn't lying, Ivan's hard-on felt so big pressed against him.
He kind of… wants to see it.
"W- well, aren't you?"
Ivan laughs again. "If you wanted it that bad, you could have just asked", Ivan says, straightening up to open his belt.
Till stays quiet and bites his lip.
"Not denying it? I guess you really do want it," Ivan teases, slowly opening the buckle, expecting Till to stop him.
Ivan was so annoying.
In a surge of confidence Till brushes Ivan's hands aside to open his pants himself, quickly removing the belt and sliding down the zipper.
A surprised exhale escapes Ivan as Till pulls down his waistband, cock springing free.
Till pauses, staring. It really was big, no surprises there. Thick and heavy, tip bright red. Till swallows, face warm. Compared to it, his own length really did look pitiful.
Till doesn't dare to look at Ivan when he wraps his fingers around it and tentatively slides his fist.
Ivan's hips jerk forward.
Till tries again, repeating the motion and swiping his thumb over the head. Ivan lets out a soft moan, putting his hands on Till's shoulders to balance himself and now Till does look at him.
Till didn't know that Ivan could blush but he was now, pupils red and breathing hard. He really did like him, huh?
Feeling encouraged by this Till pushes Ivan to sit back and he lets himself be guided. Then Till lowers himself between Ivan's legs and takes the head in his mouth.
Till has to part his lips wide to make it fit and hesitantly gives it a few licks. He grabs the length to jerk it off at the same time.
Till's jaws were aching in no time, spit dripping down his chin. He had no idea what he was doing as he sucked and licked around blindly. Till thinks its probably the worst, sloppiest blow job ever, but Ivan didn't complain.
In fact, Ivan was completely quiet, panting softly and gently petting Till's hair. Ivan bucked his hips a little and Till risks a look at his face again.
Ivan looks dazed. He's biting down on his lip hard, snaggletooth denting the skin. Till's heart beats faster.
Suddenly Ivan fists his hair and shoves his head down, forcing his cock deeper. Ivan comes hard and shoots his load down Till's throat. Till has no choice but to swallow, eyes watering and choking.
Ivan lifts Till's chin to lick a drop of cum from the corner of his mouth.
"Next time a little warning would be nice, jackass," Till says hoarsely.
Ivan barks out a laugh. Next time?
Then Ivan is kissing him again, swirling his tongue in Till's mouth filthily, tasting himself on his tongue.
It was so gross. Till was so turned on.
Ivan tugged Tills shirt, urging him to take it off. Then Ivan pushes him down on his back and pulls his pants off, settling on top of him again, kissing and touching him everywhere he could reach.
"Till, you did so well, I'm going to make you feel so good."
Till blushes down to his neck at Ivan's words, the praise goes straight to Till's cock, aching and straining between their bodies.
Ivan was rapidly getting hard again and Till wonders if he wants to fuck him. He feels hot and nervous just thinking about it.
Then Till hears a click and opens his eyes. Ivan had produced a bottle of lube seemingly out of thin air and was pouring it on his palm
Without asking for a permission Ivan slips a finger inside, prodding around. Okay, Till guesses they're really doing it.
It was an intensely weird sensation to have something moving inside of him but it didn't feel bad. Then Ivan slips in another, stretching him open. Till's leg twitches and Ivan grabs his thigh to keep him spread open.
When his fingers slide deeper Till feels a sharp jolt go through him. Ivan prods the same spot again and Till moans out loud.
"Have you ever touched here before?," Ivan asks.
Till hadn't but there was no way he was going to answer such an embarrassing question.
"Shut - shut up, Ivan."
"Does it feel good?"
"S- stop asking!"
Ivan presses down hard, curling his fingers meanly and Till almost comes on the spot.
"Are you close?"
"Ah! I'm - I'm close, don't stop," Till pants, finally answering him.
Ivan pulls his fingers out immediately. Till whines, frustrated, chasing the touch with his hips.
"You can come when I give you permission. If you're good," Ivan says smugly.
Fucking freak, getting off from acting all superior. But Till throws his arm over his eyes and just spreads his legs wider.
Ivan keeps finger fucking him just enough for Till to tighten around him, close to the edge, and then pulls back, not letting him come. Ivan keeps at it for a while, adding a third finger at some point. Till couldn't take it anymore.
"Ah- fuck! Just - just get on with it, fuck me already," Till pants, squirming under him.
Ivan was happy to comply.
Swiftly he flips Till around, Till letting out a surprised "mph!", and holds him up by his hips, making Till balance on all fours.
Ivan proceeds to line himself up against Till's entrance and suddenly Till feels nervous again. Just the hot tip of Ivan's cock felt huge against him, much bigger than his fingers. Can he really take this?
But Till didn't have time to change his mind. Ivan was already pressing in, the blunt head stretching him open, forcing his walls apart to make room for itself.
Never in a million years could Till have guessed that he would lose his virginity to Ivan, of all people.
Ivan slides in slow. It's a tight fit, but Till doesn't feel any pain. Just stretched to the brim, full in a way he hadn't experienced before.
Ivan pushes all the way inside and pauses, panting and stroking Till's back.
"Doing okay?" he asks.
"Y-yeah," Till breaths.
Ivan takes that as a cue to continue, tentatively pulling out to push back in again.
"Till, you feel amazing, so tight," Ivan pants, wrapping his warm hands around the slim dip of Till's waist, holding him.
He starts a slow pace and Till can't help the little noises that escape his lips every time Ivan slides in all the way, moisture beading on his tip, pressure rapidly building in his stomach.
Ivan's hands wander on his body, stroking his back, praising him. Till blushes wondering how he looks, he's so exposed. Ivan moves his hand to his lower stomach, petting it while he thrusts against it, feeling the small bump appear and disappear.
"Till.. I can feel myself all the way in here, you're taking me so well."
Till's head was swimming. His cock was weeping, slowly dripping pre-cum on the sheets.
Suddenly Ivan thrusts harder, aiming perfectly at Till's prostate and he moans loudly, it feels so good, just a bit more and he will -
"Till, you sound so lewd. Are you close again?"
It was obvious, but Till doesn't want Ivan to stop him.
"N-no! You can, hah, go on! I won't, I won't come!"
"You're such a liar. But it's okay, I won't stop."
Till was so relieved he could cry. Then Ivan clamps a hand tight on the base of his cock, grip firm as he slams inside and aims straight at Till's sweet spot.
Till sputters, nerves raw and overstimulated. It was like his muscles were cramping, trying to come but unable to.
Ivan keeps fucking him like that, grip tight, pace unfaltering.
"AH! Ivan! Ivan! Stop, let go! I can't, ah-!"
"Hah, Till, you're taking me so well -!" Ivan pants, "Imagine if Mia saw you like this, on all fours for me, taking my dick."
This again? "W- would you let it go already?!" Till snaps.
Ivan slams his cock in viciously, balls slapping against his ass and Till almost loses balance, arms shaking.
"No, Till. Not when she almost had you first. You belong to me." Ivan's voice was low.
Ivan tightens his grip. "I can't believe you were going to fuck her with this useless little thing. Look at yourself, all wet and begging to cum. Did you think your cocklet could satisfy her?"
Till feels utterly humiliated but his walls squeeze Ivan tighter.
"S- stop talking about her!"
Ivan keeps pounding into him, pace unfaltering, slamming against his prostate again and again, sending shockwaves through him. Ivan shifts his hand around Till's cock, still pressing hard on the base, not letting anything spill.
"Please let me - let me - ah, hah-!" Till wails, the oversensitivity was killing him, he couldn't think straight. Tills walls were squeezing Ivan's length, balls tight and ready to burst, desperately trying to release.
"Aww, do you want to come that bad?" Ivan asks, cruelly circling his thumb on his tip, touch featherlight.
"Y- yes!" Till gasps out as Ivan slams into him again.
"Say you're mine, then," Ivan demands, "Say that you only want me and I'll let you come."
Till is too far gone to fight it.
"I want you! I'm, ah- yours! Please, let me come!"
Ivan feels a rush hearing those words, exhilarated.
"Till, you're so cute," Ivan says. He was still not letting go, too tempted to hear more.
Till was getting alarmed. Why didn't he let go?! He promised! Tears prickled in Tills eyes at the betrayal as he was rocked back and forth on the bed, body jerking from the force of Ivan's thrusts.
Till tries again, desperate.
"Ivannn, I'm yours, I belong to you, I'm your good- I want, ah -! I want you, please!!" Till was sobbing now, tears streaking down his face, stuttering nonsense.
Ivan was utterly mesmerized watching Till break down like this.
"What? I can't hear you." Ivan knew he was pushing Till past his limit but he couldn't help himself.
"Yours! Always - yours!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! Aah-, ahh-!!" Till was struggling now, trying to crawl away from Ivan's punishing thrusts but it was no use, he couldn't get away.
Ivan finally takes pity on him.
"That's right, Till, you belong to me. Good job. You can come now, come for me."
Ivan lets go of his cock but still doesn't slow down, pounding into Till as he tumbles over the edge and spills thick ropes of come all over the sheets, pleasure shooting through his body in violent zaps.
Till slumps down, unable to keep himself upright anymore. Ivan's grip is tight on his hips, keeping his ass lifted as he pounds into it.
"AH! Hah, ha- Ivan, Ivaannn," Till cries, exhausted, "It's too much, I can't - anymore -!"
Ivan feels high watching Till like this, whining and writhing around him, face down against the mattress, completely at his mercy.
Ivan grabs Till's hardening dick again and jerks it up and down.
Till wails, begging him to stop, words slurring together.
"First you were begging to come but now it's too much?"
"Nnh—!!"
"Come on, Till, you can give me one more, I know you can."
"N- no, I can't, don't make me -!" Despite his words Till felt heat gathering low in his stomach again.
Ivan's pace starts to falter a little, he's so close.
With a shout Till comes again and that sends Ivan over the edge as well, hips stuttering and spilling deep inside of Till.
Ivan stays still for a moment, slumped against Till and catching his breath. Slowly, he pulls out and watches his cum drip out. He wishes he could take a picture.
Till cringes at the wet feeling, instantly mortified. But Ivan doesn't care about the mess. He pulls Till close and kisses him sweetly, then peppers smaller kisses all over his face, hands caressing his hair, so much gentler than just moments ago. Till feels his heart flutter, a warm feeling swelling inside of him as he lets Ivan pamper him.
In the following morning Till makes his way back to Mia's to get his shoes and explain. He feels incredibly uncool wearing Ivan's house slippers featuring a cute print of bunnies wearing red bow ties. He had gifted them to Ivan himself on Christmas two years ago but never expected having to wear them outside.
Till pulls at his neckline, feeling uncomfortable. Ivan's turtle neck was hanging loose on his body. He had no choice but to borrow it since Ivan had completely mauled his neck. He was sure that bastard did it on purpose, undoubtedly getting some sort of twisted joy from marking Till.
Till pauses behind her door, takes a deep breath and knocks. His heartbeat picks up as he hears the footsteps approaching from the other side. Mia had every right to be mad at him.
Mia swings the door open.
"Till, hi! Is everything okay, was the emergency resolved?" she asks, looking concerned.
Bless her heart, she's so nice.
"Yeah, everything's okay. It was just a…misunderstanding,"Till says, scratching his neck. "Anyway, I, um, I'm so sorry but I think we, I mean -" Till struggles to get the words out and Mia interrupts him.
"Till, I already know you're with Ivan now."
Till's face goes scarlet. Was it that obvious?
"Actually, Ivan called me this morning from your phone. He made it clear that you're no longer available." Mia looks amused now.
Till's eyebrow twitches. Is that so.
"Don't worry Till, I think it's funny. We're good. You guys are gonna be cute together," Mia laughs.
She hands Till his shoes and Till makes his way back, fuming. He is going to kill Ivan.