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“Let me get this right, you want to learn how to have sex?” Ivan asked slowly, ignoring Till's irate glare after repeating himself three times to Till's ringing ears.
“If you're gonna keep acting like a parrot, I'm going to go find someone else.”
“Wait, wait.” Ivan scrambled as Till crossed his arms, “How many people have you dated?”
“How is that relevant?” Till frowned, sipping from his iced coffee, tongue piercing flashing when he opened his mouth and inserted the straw in.
“Just answer me.”
“Including the blonde twins? They made it fifteen.”
If Ivan had been drinking on his caramel frappuccino he would have ended up choking and dying. “You dated twins? At the same time?”
Till shrugged.
“Well how come you need to learn how to take part in sexual intercourse if you've dated fifteen people?”
Till looked at Ivan as if he was marginally stupid and considering the man was teetering on a fine line between insanity and his artfully poised mask, he may as well classify himself as having a meltdown.
“I've never fucked them.”
“Not even one?”
“Nope.” Till looked bored but Ivan knew better from the way he was peeking at Ivan from beneath his lashes—gauging Ivan's reaction.
“Huh…” Ivan trailed off, “What did you even date them for then?”
Surprisingly, for the nth time that day for Ivan, Till flushed a pretty pink, the colour tinting his cheeks and ears and even the back of his neck that made his dark studded choker stand out even more.
Till mumbled something and with Ivan's confused expression he rolled his eyes, “I wanted it to be…spec-special-but they all tried to just jump me immediately on the first date!”
Ivan thought to himself about the lack of chivalry in the younger generations and clicked his tongue in disappointment, “It's a good thing you dumped all of them, that's a red flag.”
Till nodded at that, “Yeah! You get me, I guess being a jock hasn't rotted your braincells.”
“But-” Ivan raised the important question and ignored the assumption Till had questioned his intelligence despite his consistent 4.0, “but, that doesn't answer why you want to practise sexual intercourse. Is there someone you're trying to impress?”
“No!” Till answered too quickly before snapping his mouth shut and tearing his gaze away to look at his painted nails, black paint chipping.
Ivan ignored the sinking sensation in the pits of his stomach, plastering a confident grin on his lips instead as he nudged Till's leg with his, “Sure, I'll help.”
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Till glanced at his phone, Ivan had sent him a link to tutorials explaining the theory of kissing as homework. Till took one glance before hitting the call button. The phone connected within ten seconds.
“Till-”
“When I said teach me, I didn't mean send me an hour long documentary about the history of French kissing and how the muscles in my tongue work. What the fuck, Ivan?”
“Well, knowing the fundamentals help build a strong base to work up on, Is it too much?”
“Ah, for fucks- Nevermind, get to my place in fifteen minutes.”
“Till?”
“Fifteen minutes.” Till repeated before hanging up.
Till looked down, noticing the shirt he was wearing had a stain from when he had unconsciously wiped paint filled hands on it and the washing machine wasn't its saving grace. He flung it in the direction of the laundry basket, opting for a standard graphic shirt from an old heavy metal band.
There was still twelve minutes before Ivan got here—Till had cleaned the whole flat yesterday save for his ‘artistic messes’ and even polished his medals and trophies from winning various creative comps until they gleamed.
The doorbell rang, Till checked his hair in passing at the hallway mirror, styled messily as usual before unlocking the door where Ivan stood panting.
Till checked the clock hanging nearby, “You ended up five minutes early.”
“You rarely invite me over.” Ivan said, removing his red varsity jacket and taking a seat on Till's couch, “I thought I messed up.”
“From what? Sending me dumb videos?” Till asked with a roll of his eyes, he observed Ivan where he was, perfectly coiffed hair tangled in a mess suggesting Ivan had run his hands through it. Ivan was wearing the same clothes he had been at college with so Till guessed that's where the man came from, “Did you have a lecture?”
“Huh? No.” Ivan shook his head.
Till hummed before taking a seat. On Ivan's lap.
Ivan's head snapped up with eyes wide and his hands twitched at his side, it didn't escape Till's notice that the other stopped breathing.
“Breathe, what's wrong with you?”
“Noth-Nothing, Nothing, Just um, so what did you call me for?”
“How long have we known each other?”
“A few years on and off. I guess we got distant during highschool and the first year of college, why?”
“Yeah because of your dumb friends…” Till muttered lowly, continuing before Ivan could ask him to repeat himself, “Do you think I can be ass-ed to sit through a theoretical video?”
Like a bulb flickering before illuminating a room, Till watched as realisation settled into Ivan's eyes, his mouth parting into a stupid ‘oh’ much to Till's fond exasperation.
“Yeah, oh. So…it would be better if we kissed instead…” Till concluded, partially satisfied, partially flustered because as much as he hated to admit it— Ivan had the looks and body of a model and his biceps and thighs were well formed.
Till would know, acquainted as he was with Ivan's naked body being flaunted whenever they stayed at each other's because it was a normal bro thing and ‘Till, we showered together when we were kids’ as if things hadn't changed from their childhood.
Ivan's usual bravado was nowhere to be seen, he seemed miles away, perhaps a whole different universe all together with the way he was staring emptily at the spot between Till's chest.
Ivan swallowed harshly, throat bobbing with the movement as he registered multiple times what Till had just said from his pretty pierced lips. “You want to practise kissing? With me? Us kissing?”
“Stop making it weird.” Till grumbled, adjusting his position so he was more comfortably slotted over Ivan's thighs and the tips of their noses brushed against each other. “It's just…practice.”
Till pressed his lips against Ivan and Ivan stiffened, breath hitching at the contact. Till's lips were chapped, slightly rough like his awkward movements as if he didn't know what to do. Still, the soft exhale that escaped Ivan's nose the more Till simply pressed his lips against Ivan was peaceful, if not the slightest bit absurd.
Till pulled back, their lips brushing against each as he mumbled a confused “Hm, that didn't feel…how it looked.”
Ivan wondered how Till had even managed to date multiple people with his poor kissing skills, even if Till had never slept with any of them, it was almost natural to at least have some sloppy make-out sessions at their age.
Ivan's fingers threaded into Till's hair and jadeite eyes flickered up curiously, “You trust me, right?”
“Yeah.” Till replied, his face honest in a rare moment of shared intimacy with his own thoughts fuzzy and Ivan was taken back to the times Till had looked at him with wonder.
Ivan smiled, Till glanced down to watch the gentle curve of Ivan's lips rise before Ivanangled his face and then they were moving against Till's mouth and Till leaning against Ivan, fingers clutching at Ivan's broad shoulders with fluttering lashes closing shut.
Till could feel his racing heart with his chest pressed against Ivan or perhaps it was Ivan's heart or even both of theirs. The thoughts filtered out of Till's head, dizzy with the lack of oxygen before they parted.
“Breathe from your nose.” Ivan said, words floating around Till's ears before they were kissing once more.
Till gasped when he felt the tip of Ivan's tongue lick at his lower lip, it was entirely instinctual when Till parted his lips, allowing Ivan entrance to his own tongue.
It felt good, Till thought, muffling an embarrassing whine that seemed to be swallowed up by Ivan's tongue as their movements became more passionate. He was getting used to the feeling—of Ivan's lips against his, tongue in his mouth, pressing against his piercing, and the way he held Till so he couldn't escape even if he wanted to—which was a ridiculous thought because Till had never felt so good.
Eventually they rested with their foreheads against each other, Till's lips throbbing, red with how swollen they were from Ivan nipping and biting. Till kept his eyes closed as he fought to retrieve stolen air back into his lungs.
“Fuck.” Till said, pulling away from Ivan to see him already staring straight at Till. “I didn't know kissing was that good.”
“Yeah?” Ivan murmured, leaning back against the couch.
Till was glad he wasn't the only one with kiss swollen lips, Ivan's own was red and glistening in their shared saliva.
“For a first time, that went pretty well. I can probably tick that off the box.”
Ivan's brows furrowed, “First time? Was that your first kiss, Till?”
Till flinched away as if he hadn't meant for Ivan to know about his lack of inexperience, though Ivan would have guessed with how he tended to watch Till.
“I'm busy. Right now.” Till rushed out, leaping away and tugging a confused Ivan up and towards the door, “I have a few assignments to hand in, see you. Bye.”
The door slammed in Ivan's face, he had barely managed to step into his shoes before he was pushed outside. His head was racing with questions he knew Till wouldn't answer as he trudged back to his apartment. It was only when it started to rain did Ivan realise he had forgotten his varsity jacket at Till's place.
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vanvan
I'll be free today after practice, it finishes at 1800.
alr cool
meet u at urs
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Ivan was waiting with a towel draped over his neck, hair still damp when Till let himself in—Ivan's password was easily predictable being the exact same as the one he had on his phone for years.
“What's up, loser?”
“It's pleasant to know you're not avoiding me.”
“I- I wasn't avoiding you!” Till exclaimed, awkwardly lingering at the hall before trudging into the open space larger than necessary and dumped his bag by the sofa. “I was busy, like I said…”
Ivan made a noncommittal sound, gaze intense in its weight as he watched Till slump in his seat with crossed legs, “What?”
“Nothing.” Ivan shrugged in a manner that was suspiciously pliant, he sat next down to Till, close enough his thighs pressed against Till's legs when he spread them and ignored Till's glare, “Just, you don't need to be embarrassed about never kissing anyone.”
Till clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Who said I was embarrassed? Stop making shit up.”
Ivan smiled as if he had hit a jackpot, overly smug for Till's liking.
“Till…”
“What!?” Till snapped, feeling his annoyance flare at Ivan's tone as he turned to look at Ivan only to fluster at how close Ivan's face was. “Wha-What!?”
“We should continue practising kissing, you'll only improve if you do it more. Just once isn't enough.”
Till swallowed audibly, fingers gloved in fishnet clenching and unclenching as he weighed Ivan's words.
It made sense, from a logical point of view and Till recalled how good it felt, he had little argument against kissing Ivan, he just didn't like Ivan winning and even though Ivan hadn't made it a competition, Till was long used to the tricks sewn in Ivan's words and behaviour to not be able to call out the way he was stringing Till to him like a ball of yarn with a kitten.
Till wasn't a slow learner.
Till shoved Ivan away with enough force he fell back against the couch—watching the smugness morph into surprise as he clambered over Ivan and sat on his hips. A smirk curled at Till's lips from his vantage point as he noticed the way Ivan's cheeks flushed as he gazed up in awe.
“Practice makes perfect.” Till mocked before leaning over and slotting his lips against Ivan, repeating exactly what Ivan had did but rougher when he angled his face and shoved his tongue inside.
The metal of his tongue piercing clacked against Ivan's teeth as Till swiped his tongue inside, saliva pooled at the bottom of his mouth, dripping down onto Ivan's chin as Ivan groaned. The vibration travelled down Till's body, jerking him to press closer to Ivan as their hips met beneath the push of Ivan's hands on Till's waist.
Till slipped his tongue out, amused when Ivan chased after him before he sucked at Ivan's lower lip and tugged it with his teeth, pulling away with hooded eyes as Till observed Ivan.
Ivan's eyes fluttered open, dark and hungry before their positions flipped and Ivan was in between Till's parted legs, “Lesson two, frottage.”
Till gasped when Ivan grinded down, “What's-ngh that?”
“This.” Ivan murmured as he shifted his hips so Till could feel how hard he was and it was then Till realised how feverishly hot he had gotten from merely kissing Ivan.
“Oh.” Till said dumbly, words teetering off to a moan as Ivan rolled his hips so Till could feel the way it rubbed against his clothed cunt.
Their lips met again, sloppily and Ivan swallowed Till's pleasured gasps as Till rocked his hips up in search of more of the heady pleasure that clouded his mind, leaving him aching for more.
Till pushed at Ivan's shoulder until the other let up, a string of saliva connecting their lips as Till nudged Ivan with his knee. “I want to do it.”
Ivan thumbed Till's lip distractedly before sitting back, tugging the other as Till tumbled towards his lap, unable to bear the distance between their bodies longer than necessary.
“Calm down, I'm not going anywhere.” Till snapped as his face smashed into Ivan's chest but it lacked the bite.
He pulled away and settled himself so his throbbing groin was directly above Ivan's tented pants, resting his arms loosely over Ivan's shoulders.
Till rolled his hips experimentally, enjoying the way he could feel how hot and hard Ivan was with every movement, Ivan's fingers tightened, merely holding onto Till as the other relaxed his upper body and relied on his tensed thighs.
“Mnn, this feels-ah pretty good.” Till moaned—body shuddering with pleasure, he could feel the wetness of his pussy spread, dampening his pants and boxers and spreading onto Ivan's sweatpants.
“Yeah? It feels good for me too, think you can climax like this?” Ivan asked as he mouthed Till's neck, sucking at a spot that had Till arching himself into Ivan.
Till panted, lips parted as he felt the branding touch of Ivan's fingers slip beneath his shirt, the heady press of Ivan's fingers against his back and his thumbs over Till's womb.
Till rocked his hips down, imagining how good it'd feel to have Ivan inside him if humping him was enough to bring him to the edge.
Ivan's chuckles brought Till out of the haze of pleasure, voice low and husky with arousal as he nibbled at Till's ear, “That good, huh?”
“Ngh-Yeah, Yeah, just shut up.” Till stuttered, his thighs clenched, movements becoming more desperate with every jerked rocking of his body as sticky heat pooled low in his stomach.
Till tugged Ivan's hair as he slammed his lips against Ivan, desperate to muffle his moaning as he came, clit throbbing and muscles spasming with his release.
Till could distantly feel Ivan's dick throb against his as the other cried out a repetition of Till's name against his mouth, their underwear soaked through in fluids.
Till got up with a grimace, legs shaking as he stood. “We need to shower.” And at Ivan's hopeful expression, stamped down with a firm “Separately.” before locking the bathroom door behind him.
-
“On a scale of one to ten, with one being horrible and ten being amazing, how are you finding the lessons so far?”
“Is this your attempt to fish for compliments?” Till asked, eyes never lifting from the screen as he beat Ivan's character in a PvP.
The other looked anything but bothered as Till scored once more. “Gaining feedback in order to cater the lessons better is an essential part of playing my role as your teacher.”
“Right.” Till rolled his eyes, reaching for the plate of generously piled snacks Ivan's maid (because he was rich on top of everything else) had brought up for them.
“It's alright, can't complain.” Till finally answers, third profiterole in.
Ivan beamed as if Till had sung him high praise.
If anyone of his fans in college could see how easy it was to please Ivan, they wouldn't spend whole meetings coming up with ways to please the jock. How Till knew said meetings exist?
He had the unfortunate luck of being ignored as he sat in the back listening to them gush about Ivan's arms and face and body odour and pretty much anything related to the guy.
It had disgusted Till to no end but he couldn't deny he was marginally impressed how deep crushes could go. He was lucky, Ivan was socially clueless.
“Will you come to my game next weekend?” Ivan asked, peering down at Till from where he sat.
“Why would I?” Till raised a questioning brow, he tended to avoid Ivan's clique like the plague and despite reconnecting with Ivan in the sense they would hang out every now and then, he preferred not being anywhere close to all the sweaty athletes who sneered behind their hands whenever Till passed by.
Till glanced at Ivan, sighing when his smile looked wonkier than usual in a telltale sign he said something hurtful. “It'll be awkward, I'll stick out like a sore thumb.”
“Mizi and Sua will be there, with Sua there, half the attention will fall on her.”
Till didn't know whether he should laugh or cry at Ivan throwing his sister under the bus.
Till and Sua were popular for the wrong reasons despite being nothing alike, everything about Till screamed that he was still going through his rebellious phase in his early twenties whilst Sua was the gloomy academia type.
The point was, neither of them were known for their athleticism or interests in said athleticism yet they somehow had questionable relationships with two of the most popular and simultaneously athletic people.
“Fine.” Till sighed, “But I'm not wearing your stupid jersey.”
-
The sun overhead was like a torch ready to combust Till like he was an 18th century vampire. His skinny ripped jeans clung to his thighs uncomfortably, the chains attached to his belt sizzling beneath the heat and Till questioned his choice of style over comfort for the nth time.
His outfit was definitely banging, going from the nasty snide glances being shot his way and Till couldn't care any less at the moment when his body was struggling to survive.
On the upside, Ivan looked like he was doing amazingly on the field. Till couldn't do anything to hide the pleased smirk when Ivan scored a rushing touchdown and the crowd roared.
Ivan's frame was built for agility and just the right amount of strength, as the quarterback, his goal was to remain on the offense and with his smarts, executing strategies were like breathing air.
The high of victory had Till stand up, his voice went muffled by the cheers as the referee called for half time but even so. When Ivan removed his helmet—his eyes locked onto Till's and everything around him rang like white noise as dark eyes flickered to the garnet jersey hanging on Till's frame—before the cornerback threw an arm over Ivan's shoulder, breaking the hold as they bumped their fists, dragging Ivan to the lockers.
“That expression on your face…” A soft voice spoke up beside Till, Sua looked at him for a moment before her eyes turned to Mizi who blew her a kiss.
“You're one to talk.” Till snorted at the shade of red creeping up her cheeks.
Ivan and Sua were nothing alike besides their appearances, but there were small things like this that really hammered the fact they were related.
“Have you told him yet? Or perhaps you haven't since my life has remained peaceful.”
There was an awkward silence as Till avoided her eyes, gazing off to the field with crossed arms.
“I didn't think you're the type to back away, I assumed your mind was already made up.”
“It's not that…things just turned out differently.”
“Differently?” Sua asked in a way that showed her patience and wisdom, years beyond her age. Something that probably became natural when someone had Ivan as a younger brother.
“We've progressed physically but well, ” Till wasn't sure how he should even tell Sua the way things had gone smoothly in a way but Till had ended up backing away in the middle and went for the next best thing.
Why confess when you can have sex?
Though Ivan and him hadn't gotten to that stage yet. Ivan was really taking the ‘teaching’ part seriously.
Ivan had spent the past weekend and two weekdays coming in their pants even when they had progressed to oral which was mostly Till receiving. Everytime Till tried to reach his hand beneath Ivan's belt, the other would redirect his touch.
“I just don't want to ruin anything.” Till finished.
Before Sua could reply, the football team walked back into the field and the cheerleaders changed their routine, welcoming the players as they got into position.
-
The sun was setting by the time the game finished, predictably, their college won and Till slinked off after waving an inattentive Mizi and Sua goodbye to wait outside the changing room until everyone had filtered out.
Damp towels littered the floor and Till's nose scrunched in disgust at the scent of dried sweat and spray on deodorant filling the room. He waited on the benches, finding a clean spot as he heard the water from a single stall running.
Soft footsteps sounded and Ivan appeared baring the naked upper half of his tone body, muscle in the right places flexing in his arms as he dried his hair with a microfiber towel.
Ivan's eyes widened in momentary surprise as he spotted Till sitting cross legged. “Till? Why are you waiting here?”
“Your car is too hot to sit in.” Till answered as if he couldn't have simply turned the A/C on, he had other reasons for ambushing Ivan.
Ivan could only watch, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed, tensing as Till got up and walked closer.
Till lifted his hand and placed it on Ivan's stomach, watching the way Ivan's muscles trembled beneath his searing touch. When he looked up—Ivan's dark eyes, hooded, fixated on him with his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn't figure out what exactly.
Till's fingers trailed lower, pressing against Ivan's pelvis and to the waistband of his joggers.
“Ivan.” Till said, command in his tone and heavy in his desire, he leaned up pressing kisses where he could reach, Ivan's chin, jaw, the corner of his lips until Ivan's hands pressed into Till's waist, grip tight and hot enough to brand Till through his thin shirt.
“Till, you're wearing my jersey.”
Till snorted at that, sarcastic amusement in his voice despite the way he kept pressing kisses against the colour of Ivan's swan-like neck—just like the infuriating bastard had taught him.
“Great observation skills.” Till hummed, raising his arms to wind them around Ivan's neck and finally, finally their lips met. Till sighed into the kiss, softer than he was going for.
Till had never tried kissing Ivan publicly, so far all their endeavour had been in the comfort of either his or Ivan's home but something in him, coupled with the desperation of Till's want had him pushing to do things he usually wouldn't.
His browser history could attest for his shame. Till wasn't so callow to seek advice from porn but the Internet gave him all the tips needed for him to feel confident enough to give Ivan a blow job.
Till bit Ivan's lip, sucking at it and Ivan groaned, the sound travelling down Till's body with how no distance remained between them. The caress of his fingers playing with the ends of Ivan's hair turned into rough tugging as saliva dripped down his chin and Ivan devoured his mouth, hands slipping beneath.
Till was still sweaty from the outside heat now dying down the slightest but Ivan didn't seem to care as his hand splayed across Till's lower back, bringing Till to grind against Ivan's tented pants.
Till whined, shuddering at the feeling of Ivan's hard dick, already needy just from swapping spit. He pulled back, sheer need forcing the words out of his throat like he was begging, “Let me suck you off, I won't take no as an answer.”
Ivan startled as Till dropped to his knees, looking up at him as he nuzzled his cheek against Ivan's groin.
Ivan's fingers twitched at his sides, before he tilted his head back with a losing sigh. He had wanted to go slow with oral, not wanting to scare Till away especially with how big he was.
“Till, I'm not sure-”
“Ivan, fuck my mouth.” Till had meant to tack on ‘please’ but even he couldn't beg so shamelessly. “I want to feel the weight of your dick on my tongue, so shut up and just fuck my mouth.”
Ivan's body trembled in arousal at his words, “Okay, okay, just uh…take it slow yeah? If you want to tap out at any time, you can.”
Till rolled his eyes but nodded, dragging down the waistband of Ivan's pants and boxers just as Ivan's dick sprung out and smacked Till's cheek.
Till's eyes widened, ignoring the slight sting and trail of pre left as he stared blankly, head in outer space as he compared the length. To say Ivan was big was an understatement.
“What the fuck.” Till mumbled, eyes flickering upwards to see how flustered Ivan was. Till licked the tip and Ivan moaned, tasting the slightly bitterness of leaking from the slit.
It wasn't terrible, taking Ivan's dick in hand, Till kitten licked the underside, coating it in his saliva and easing the glide—mentally noting down everything Till had taken from the Internet; make sure his dick was lubricated, slowly ease the head in his mouth, breathe through the nose. Do not bite, do NOT bite.
“Till-ngh Till, fuck, fuck.”
Till hollowed his cheeks and sucked, Ivan's groans encouraged him to take half until he choked and then he was pulling back so the tip rested against his tongue.
Till reached for Ivan's hands, clenched into fists and pressed them against the back of his head, gaze expectant and Ivan seemed to get the idea as he sucked in a sharp breath.
Till's eyelids fluttered shut as Ivan moved his hips, feeding the throbbing length further into the wet heat of Till's mouth.
“You're so good for me Till, taking my cock in your pretty mouth.”
Till flushed at that, letting an embarrassing whimper escape his lips before Ivan was rolling his hips, gently fucking Till's mouth.
Till slid his hands to massage Ivan's balls, feeling the stiffened weight of them as drool slipped down his chin. Till swallowed around Ivan's dick and Ivan jerked forward, hands pressing Till's head closer and forcing him to take more of his length.
“Fuck, I'm going to cum, Till I'm going to-” Ivan rasped.
It was all the warning Till got before hot spurts of cum slid down his throat and Till choked, tears dripping down his cheeks, staring them with his smudged eyeliner.
Ivan knelt beside Till, fingers wiping away his tears as Till's vision cleared. “Sorry, I lost control, are you okay?”
“I asked-” Till cleared his throat, “Asked you to fuck my mouth, quit apologising.”
Ivan pressed a kiss on Till's cheek, it was the most tamest thing Ivan and him had done yet it felt more intimate than having Ivan's dick inside his mouth, Till looked away with heated cheeks, “Let's go, you owe me dinner.”
-
So according to Till's trusty source, the Internet, he may or may not have fucked everything up completely.
Till's experience in dating may be numerous on hand, but in honesty he had hardly paid much attention. He tended to attract those who saw the crass rebellion brewing within his soul and wished to contain it within their prison of control.
Supposedly, turning a relationship physical with no strings attached was much harder than he thought.
When it was just him and Ivan, it was easy to fall into something resembling dating yet when they were under the scrutiny of the public eye, they were no more distant than classmates. It wasn't Ivan who had imposed the distance on Till, it would've been easier if it were him to draw the lines but it was all within the palm of Till's hands which made everything more complicated.
Till shoved away his complicated-ness of Ivan and his relationship to the back of his mind.
Finished with his morning lecture, Till was heading in the direction of the music store to clock in. Receiving discounts as privileges of working there with how quick he ran through his guitar strings was an added benefit.
“Morning Till.” Till's boss aka the store owner greeted, “I'll be leaving the store in your capable hands for a couple hours. I'll be back after I finish picking up orders..”
“Morning. You know I've got this by now, Baek-nim.” Till replied as he settled to sit behind the till and checked the to-do list plastered beneath. Mr Baek was always well organised, like Ivan and the complete opposite of Till.
“Alright, if anything happens that you don't know how to deal with, give me a call, kid.”
“Mhn, sure.” Till said distractedly as he went over what needed to be done; re-stocking records, checking the piano's tuning and dusting the upper shelf instruments among other things.
The bells of the rickety door jingled three hours into Till's shift, he looked up only to startle at a familiar mop of black hair cut in an unstylish bowl cut that only one man Till knew could pull off sexily.
“Ivan?”
“Hey Till.” Ivan greeted with a grin, wearing a plain white t-shirt and a generic pair of jeans that seemed to make his already long legs look longer.
Till swallowed at the sight, fighting back at the rush of arousal as he imagined humping Ivan's leg and feeling the denim's texture against his naked clit.
Till cleared his throat, busying himself with arranging a stack of DVD cases he had already arranged. “Since when did you know where I work?”
“You told me.”
“Huh? When did I do that?” Till asked with genuine confusion, unable to recall the memories of his past self's actions.
“Two weeks ago, when we drank and ate buldak together. The job is very you.” Ivan said as he walked further in, twisting and turning as if he was admiring a Greek statuette instead of some old store hidden within the barrage of bricks and old as time.
Till rolled his eyes, “What's that supposed to mean?”
“I-I don't mean to offend.” Ivan stuttered out so fast his words jumbled together, “It's just-it reminds me of you and music and how pretty you look when you play your guitar so seeing you surrounded by, well instruments that bring about that passion suits you. I've always admired that about you, well you're someone to admire regardless but you're amazing, the way you exist makes me unable to look away from you.”
There was a brief moment of silence where Till stared at Ivan breathing rapidly as he repeated Ivan's rambling words in his sleep deprived brain like a broken cassette.
The compliment was one of many Till had received and it wasn't even pretty words but the clumsy desperation in Ivan's tone, eager to please and so heartfelt was…was something else.
Huh, Till thought, Is that…?
“Are you busy later?” Till asked.
“For you? Never.” Ivan smiled but the red on his ears and cheeks and the nervous pulling of his bangs as his eyes fixed on Till's thick soled boots did anything but make Ivan look confident and composed and it was that thought that led Till to questioning, when was Ivan ever not composed?
Despite the obvious cheesiness, Till's cheeks heated, blood thrumming where he stood and he didn't know where his words came from, ripped out raw from his heart, forgetting his ideals as he shoved Ivan against the shelf—”I finish in fifteen, wait at mines.” and kissed him with promises where their tongues and teeth met.
Ivan stared at Till wordless with swollen lips and eyes wide until Till jerked his head towards the shop door, “Go.”
Ivan swallowed before nodding, words appearing to fail him. Till guessed the chances Ivan figured out the meaning behind his actions would be pretty low but it wouldn't matter— a fancy dinner and sex in some high end hotel in a bed coated in red roses and dripping wax from lit candles was all just an excuse to him anyway.
Not when Till already had what he wanted.
-
When Till slipped off his boots, Ivan was waiting nervously on his second hand couch, “Did-Did I do something wrong?”
Till paused his actions, raising an incredulous brow, “Why would you think that?” and then with a huff, “No, I think we should get to the next step of our lessons.”
Ivan gulped at that. But what Till didn't expect was the reluctant expression crossing the jock's face.
“Right now? But I thought you'd want something romantic or…I don't know, I don't think you're ready right now.”
“What was it you said earlier? You can't look away from me? You admire me? What did all of that mean, Ivan?” Till asked instead, ignoring Ivan's words as he sat at Ivan's feet, kneeling with his arms crossed over Ivan's tense legs as he looked up.
“What are we? Friends? Fuck buddies? Why did you agree to have sex with me in the first place?”
Ivan's inhale was sharp, a little shaky “What are you trying to ask?”
Till's mind was clearer than any other time he had been conscious from the time he entered the world to the very second he stared at Ivan, with his dark eyes and dilated pupils that reflected Till.
“I'll show you.”
Till stood up, hiding slight amusement as Ivan followed his every action—tugging off his shirt and tossing it behind him, then the buckles of his belt snapped open and slid from the belt loops before his zipper came undone, and this his boxers slid to the floor joining the little pile until Till stood naked in front of Ivan.
He was already wet, body flushed pink as sweat glided down his nape and eyes hooded as he regarded Ivan looking at him as if he was burning the image into his retina.
Till blinked and then Ivan was standing in front of him, hands tugging at his waist and lips capturing his feverishly.
Till gasped, shivering from where Ivan's cold skin pressed against his travelling the length of his body, he tried shoving at Ivan's shoulders for a breath—“Ivan-” that got stolen from him almost immediately.
“You don't know-” Ivan said as he broke from ravishing Till's lips to press his teeth gently into Till's jaw “-what you do to me-” lips trailed down the column of Till's neck where Ivan unfastened the choker hugging it “-what you make me feel.”
“I have a pretty good idea-ngh-” Till was cut off by his own moan.
Till's hands untangled from where they had lingered in Ivan's hair down to the man's working jaw, feeling it flex beneath his fingers as Ivan sucked marks before drifting down his chest and tugging at the hem of his shirt.
“Take this off.”
Ivan bit Till's collar bone, Till gasped from the sting of pain that was quickly soothed by Ivan's tongue. Ivan reluctantly pulled away and took his shirt off. “We should continue this in your bedroom.”
“Hm? Sure.” Till replied, leading the way to his room like Ivan hasn't been there countless times already.
“But, Till-”
“I know what I want, Ivan. I've been waiting for this.”
Till glanced back at Ivan as he leaned over to close the door, his chest pressed against Ivan's chest, their hearts racing against each other. Ivan was warm, much warmer than he usually was and Till wanted to feel more of it.
Ivan leant down, meeting Till's already parted lips, tongue fluidly slipping inside and pressing down on Till's tongue. Till gasped into the kiss as Ivan tugged his head closer before trailing his fingertips down Till’s spine.
Till arched himself into Ivan's body as Ivan's hands grasped at the little meat of his ass, “Ivan, we should…take this to- stop kissing me for a second!”
“Sorry, what were you saying, Till?” Ivan asked, voice deeper than usual as he separated from Till's mouth, treating it as if kissing him was an addiction, teeth pulling at Till's lower lip that did wonders at distracting Till.
Till could embarrassingly feel the slickness of his arousal dripping down his thighs, “Bed, we should take this there or you'll end up chewing my lips off at this rate, you dog.”
Ivan's expression morphed into a mix of something offended and flabbergasted and Till couldn't stop the giggle slipping from his fingers for catching Ivan off guard and being the reason behind his expression.
Till’s words were shoved back in his throat when Ivan flexed his strength by lifting Till in his hands. The sound that escaped Till's lips was some parts a scream and some a shriek as he wrapped his legs and arms around Ivan.
Till's cheeks flushed as Ivan's shoulders shook with mirth before throwing Till on his bed and clambering on top, right between Till's legs before he could clamp them closed with how exposed he felt.
“Ivan…”
“Hm?” Ivan's lips were pressed back against Till's neck, his hands holding Till's thighs down as his thumb rubbed soothing circles.
“Can you, you know, hurry.”
“These things shouldn't be rushed, foreplay is important.” Ivan said but he pulled back, “Weren't you the one who was so eager to just start?”
Till clicked his tongue in mock annoyance before Ivan slicked his bangs back, exposing his searing eyes and brows furrowed in concentration as he slid a hand to dip between Till's folds, “You're really wet.”
“You don't need to tell me all that!” Till kicked at Ivan's leg but Ivan just grinned and crawled down.
Till automatically clenched at the sheets beside him once he felt Ivan's breath against his entrance.
The number of times Ivan had eaten Till out could be counted on two and a half pairs of hands. Till wasn't sure what the hype was since he wouldn't really rate sucking Ivan's dick as his most favourite thing to do unless he wanted to see Ivan stupid.
Till sighed into Ivan's tongue, collecting Till's leaking fluids and grasped at Ivan's curls to keep him in place as if Ivan would want to be anywhere else but between his thighs.
“This is my second most favourite place in the world.” Ivan murmured into Till's pussy before sucking around Till's clit and sliding two fingers in with embarrassing ease.
“Stop saying embarrassing shit.” Till said, making terrible effort at muffling his moans as Ivan spread his fingers inside Till's slick walls.
“You're so open.” Ivan said in wonder, dragging his tongue to slurp at the rim of Till's hole with a satisfied groan.
“shut-ngh- Shut the fuck up-oh-, Ivan…” Till hissed as he tightened his thighs around Ivan's neck when he felt Ivan's curve his fingers with precision.
The action sent shock waves down to Till's toes that curled where they rested against Ivan's back.
Till could feel the heated pressure coiling near his womb, hitched breaths shakily escaping his swollen lips as he rocked his hips down—smashing Ivan's face against his pussy and keeping him there.
Ivan seemed happy enough going by how he slurped Till's juices, rutting his clothed dick pathetically with a whine as Till cried out a broken version of Ivan's name as he came.
Till couldn't even be flustered at how easy it was, having been pent up and at the skill of Ivan's tongue. With a shudder, he loosened his trembling thighs but Ivan remained playing with his hole, marvelling at the creamy fluids costing his fingers.
“Ivan-ngh- enough, enough.” Till whined, trying to shove at the other, “You're supposed to be fucking-ah fucking me remember?”
At his words Ivan paused, “You really want me to have sex with you?”
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Till asked, staring down at Ivan, “How much confirmation do you need, you bastard? Want me to make a pinky swear? Write a contract? I want you to fuck me so hurry the hell up.”
Ivan gulped, lower half of his face still wet with Till's slick before he sprung into action and tugged his trousers down. He was finally matching Till's level of nudity.
Till slumped back against his sheets, pulling Ivan to him with his legs until the other leant over him, faces a breadth apart. “Took you long enough.”
“I just wanted to be sure…nothing like those people you dated before.”
Till felt a twinge of guilt at that, “You can't compare yourself to them, fuck, this sounds so lame but you're different, okay?”
“Nothing you say sounds lame.” Ivan denied, pecking Till's cheek and lips and when he looked at Till with a twinkle in his eyes like stars in the night sky that Till hung for him, “You're the most important person to me.”
Till flushed before he was pressing his lips against Ivan but before the other could reciprocate, he pulled back, speaking as their lips brushed against each other, “You're just as important to me.”
Ivan seemed unable to breathe, his eyes wide as he stared down at Till before Till was pulling at him to continue, the head of his dick rubbing against Till's folds—and within the difference of time between a blink—Ivan sheathed himself inside Till.
“Fu-Fuck! Ivan-ngh-” Till choked, breath caught in his throat at the sudden stretch and pressure of Ivan's dick filling him up, forcing his trembling walls to accept Ivan's shape buried inside.
“This is your fault, it's all yours, Till.” Ivan rasped, voice low enough it almost sounded like a growl.
It had only stung a little when Ivan had pushed his dick inside but then all Till knew was pleasure.
Till was reduced to sobs as Ivan fucked into him, his movements rough and precise, every thrust of his hips buried deep inside of Till sent electric shocks of current, electrifying Till's nerves as he scratched at Ivan's back.
It was too much, too less, too full, too empty.
Till was sobbing, pathetic keens escaping his lips as Ivan bit into his neck and Till ached for more, more, more.
Ivan's pelvis rubbed against Till's throbbing clit, stimulating it everytime Ivan pressed his hips into Till—and then Till was coming. His cunt squeezing at Ivan's cock as his body spasmed, unable to handle how good Ivan was fucking him.
“You're so wet and hot for me, Till.” Ivan rasped, rolling his hips with clenched teeth as he felt Till's climax drag Ivan into flooding Till's contracting walls with his own cum.
Still stuck inside Till, Ivan nuzzled against Till’s cheek, feeling the wetness caused by pleasure and stuck out a tongue to taste the saccharine tears.
“Ivan…” Till mumbled, squeezing his legs that were wrapped around Ivan's waist.
Ivan seemed to understand, his dick hardening once more inside Till much to the other's shock.
“That fast?”
“You do things to me, Till.” Ivan replied in leeway of an answer, slightly smug at his libido. He dragged his length out painstakingly. “Lots of things.”
Before Till could complain about the loss inside him—Ivan flipped him over and dragged Till's hips up before sliding his length back inside with a content sigh.
Unlike what Till expected, Ivan didn't fuck him roughly, intent on rolling his hips against Till in a way that had Till squeeze around Ivan’s cock whenever he hit his g spot.
Till shuddered at the slow build of pleasure, hole clenching and unclenching as he sighed, letting Ivan move as he wanted.
“Hm, feels good.” Till breathed.
“Mmhn.” Ivan murmured, laying over Till and sliding his forearm beneath Till’s neck so he could press Till's shoulders down and support his neck. He licked at Till's ear, biting at the soft lobe, “You're so soft inside, Till. I can stay here forever.”
“You-mn-You can't…” Till said muffled as Ivan's thrusts became aborted, losing rhythm, quick and short as he rutted inside Till's cunt. Unable to think, Till could only focus on the heady pleasure and the way his body was sensitive to the brushes of Ivan over him and inside him.
Ivan coaxed Till into an orgasm, one that unlike his abrupt one from earlier, had Till hiccup as Ivan made it last longer. Ivan hushed Till's whines as he was brought to overstimulation until he was coming inside of Till again—their mix of fluids dribbled down Till's thigh as Ivan eased himself out, using his thumbs to pull apart Till's hole revealing his cum slipping outside.
“Till?” Ivan asked as Till slumped forward without his support, he turned Till over to see him passed out, drool soaking the pillow beneath him.
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“We really need to work on your stamina. As your boyfriend, it is my duty to give you thorough lessons.” Ivan prompted as he watched Till play a survival horror on his 90” TV.
Till's character died, stumbling into a wall during a chase scene and Till turned around from where he was sitting on Ivan's lap to throw him a murderous glare.
“Your timing is the worst. Stop grinning!”
“Speaking off, you never told me whether the sex lessons were effective—though considering we’re dating now, I'd consider it a success.”
“...”
“Are you blushing, Till?”