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“Are you actually a masochist, or are you just playing with me?” Till spat out his drink as he felt his face heat up at Ivan's comment. Till's throat tightens as a pit forms in his stomach.
“What the fuck?! What gave you that idea?!” Slam! Heavy hands hit the table as the smaller one's body reflexively gets up. ‘You don’t just say that!’ His eyes dart around, and he realizes they're still in public. “God dammit!” Instinctively, he grabbed Ivan's wrist and dragged him out of the coffee shop. Leading his boyfriend down the street, Till feels Ivan’s hand rearrange itself so it interlocks between his fingers. “You! You asshole! You can't just say that in public!” Turning around to hit the larger man's chest, Till cried out in anger and embarrassment at the stupid comments Ivan just made. What could have led to this idiot's idea? “Ivan, you can't just say that!”
“Why not?” A fang sneaks through plush lips as Ivan suggestively parts his mouth. This asshole, does he not get embarrassed? Ever since day one, this bastard has been a pain in his ass. He never seems to take anything seriously and constantly starts fights.
“What the hell do you mean ‘why not?’ What the actual FUCK is wrong with you! What in your pathetic little mind thought that would be an ok thing to say to me!” As Till continued with his spiel, they walked (now) hand in hand back to their apartment.
“Well, with how you act, I'm getting slightly annoyed. You are so dense.” An airy snicker slips out of the older's snake-like mouth in a taunting tone. Given his current state, it seems that it would take years to get a straight answer from this man. Tricky hands unlock the door and throw smaller inside.
“Dude, you can't just- I’m- what do you even mean by that?”
“I’m saying, are you blind or just purely stupid not to notice how I feel?” His voice seems to echo in Till’s ear as his breath stings his neck with its heat. His back feels heavy as he inches closer to the wall in a desperate escape. “Fuck, you’re so hot. With how you’ve been acting, it's like you’re begging me to tame you.” Ivan leads Till’s hand down his body as his leg pins Till to the wall. Gripping at his crotch, Till can feel the warmth radiating off of it. Subconsciously, he started to grind down on the larger man's thigh.
They’ve always been like this. Ever since the start of their relationship, Ivan has always been open about his feelings, but with how he's acting today, it's kind of…scary. No, is that the right word? Fuck. “Hey, let's just go to bed, hm?~” Till bites his lip in anticipation; it feels like it's been ages. He gives a little squeeze to Ivan’s dick as he uses his other hand to part Ivan’s lips.
“Mh~, fuck you know that won't satisfy me. Till, you know, I was wondering if we could try something new. Maybe it could fix that attitude of yours.” He grabs the younger man's hand and places a wet kiss on it, trailing down his arm until he meets his neck. With a gentle peck, Ivan suddenly bites down, leaving Till’s body writhing in pain.
“Agh! W-what the fuck do you mean you asshole? What was that for?” Till’s body seems to be waiting for more; He can feel himself getting wet as he rubs his aching clit on Ivan’s thigh to relieve some of the pain. Before he could even think of uttering another word, Ivan grips Till’s waist to hold him still and pulls him off his thigh, leaving a trail of slick in its place. “Come on man!” His pleas seemingly go unheard as Ivan continues to vary from gently kissing Till to biting his neck to the point of leaving tears in his eyes. That feeling from before comes back, this burning pain in his throat that seems to be crying, begging for a way to escape. “Ah! I-Ivan~” Like his body had a mind of its own, Till’s hands weakly made their way up Ivan's back to grip his hair. He tried pulling him away, to no avail, hoping this would get him to talk.
“Have you ever heard of BDSM Till?” Ivan stopped as if he could read Till’s mind, letting him catch his breath and compose himself. His hands loosen their grip on his body, and he groans in response to the sudden release of pressure.
“Of course, dumbass! Do you think I was born yesterday?” Finally thinking he’s returned to normal, Till gives his chest a little hit. His body is stupidly large and unusually ripped. Dumbass jock, muscle for brains, dummy.
“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to try it. I’ve always wanted to do it but didn’t want to spring it on you too fast.” His hand comes level with Till’s face and grabs his chin. Fuck. Ivan has never been one to suggest something, always letting Till have his way with him when it comes to sex. He was always cute when he would beg to cum as Till relentlessly fucked himself on him like he was a dildo, stopping when he knew he was close. He’s never been one to try to take the initiative, so it's exciting. Maybe Till will get to see him tied up, slap him up a little, gag him, ride his face till he can't breathe; that would be the dream. Seeing him there all fucked out, begging him to stop, to let him cum, to let him fuck him, sends a wave of pleasure Till never once knew existed in his body.
“Mmm, of course, I want to try.” He grips Ivan's neck and pulls him in for a small kiss, licking Ivan’s lips clean afterwards with a pleasant hum.
“I’m so happy.” Ivan snuggles into his collarbone, twisting his long fingers in Till's hair.
“Ah!” Ivan sharply pulls back on Till’s head, almost hitting it on the wall. “What the fuck dude-” Before he can finish his thought, Till locks eyes with him. ‘Oh shit’ He's gone crazy. Ivan’s eyes seemed glazed over, painted in pleasure. “Hey man, you're scaring me- woah!” Without any trouble, Ivan picks Till up and throws him on the bed. In a swift motion, he placed his knees over Till’s thighs in a way to restrict his movement and gripped his wrists hard, pinning him down to the bed. “What's gotten into you?”
“Ah~ I'm so, so happy. You have no idea how long I've waited for this.” Ivan's face gets closer to Till’s, eerily close to a carnivorous animal in heat. He knows what word describes this: hot. This is a side of Ivan Till’s never seen before. Ivan has always been so laid back and ready at any word Till said, so Ivan acting like a rutting animal is surprisingly a turn-on. His tongue grazes over Till’s lips, signalling to him to open his mouth to accept him. Ivan's teeth clash against his as a fight forms in their mouths for dominance.
“Mfgh!” Light moans leave his body as Ivan gets the upper hand, biting Till’s lip and shoving his tongue deeper into his mouth like he's trying to choke him. Till’s heart beats faster as Ivan’s pace quickens. He’s never been so rough before, so it's confusing to see him like this, but dammit, he's not mad. Till’s body starts to hump the air, wishing there was some type of sensation there. Ivan knows this damn well too, but he neglects to give Till’s pussy any attention. As the kiss gets deeper, he can feel Ivan’s hands playing with his wrists. Ivan brings them together and gently holds them against Till’s chest, making it harder for him to breathe. By this point, Till’s body was burning, leaving all his clothing drenched in sweat. The uncomfortable, sticky feeling over his body and the wetness between his legs started driving Till insane. He helplessly hit Ivan to get him to stop, but Ivan just kept kissing harder. ‘Please, I can't breathe.’ Till’s mind is racing as the oxygen leaves his body. He feels light-headed, and as soon as he starts seeing stars, Ivan pulls away. “Ngh, hah, hah, hah.” Till’s chest bobbed up and down repeatedly like he's in a sea of pleasure. “Ivan, hold on!” As he regains consciousness and the ability to move, Till feels Ivan's legs move away from his. The numbing pain from having Ivan’s full weight on him comes over him in a flash since there is nothing to distract him from it. Till squeezes his legs together in a manner to try and obtain some relief from his swollen clit that's been harshly rubbing on his clothing for a while now. Still grabbing Till’s arms, Ivan starts to rummage around with his free hand. “Ivan, what are you doing? I thought you said you wanted to try something-” Ivan cuts off Till’s train of thought by wrapping a red rope around his wrists with clean precision.
“Of course, we're starting right now.” Ivan’s eyes seem to shimmer red as he shakily pets Till’s head and brings Till’s hands above his head, close to the bedpost. Fear builds up in Till’s stomach, leaving him twitching, wanting more of Ivan’s touch. “Don't back out on me now.” Delicate kisses are placed on his forehead, almost like how you would treat an innocent flower, worshipping its beauty. “Mmm, good boy~” Ivan purrs in Till’s ear and bites his lobe, entangling his teeth in Till’s piercings.
“Wait, wait, wait, I thought you said you wanted to try BDSM. Why am I the one on the bottom?” Embarrassed, Till blurts out this comment.
“Oh yes, I know. This is what I wanted. Did you think I would be submitting to you?” Almost like a jab at his pride, Ivan asks this question with a playful tone.
“Uh, yeah? Isn't that the normal way this goes?” Still trying to move his hands, Till curiously looked at Ivan.
“Not today. Remember what I said? I want to tame you.” Like Ivan could sense the fear in him, he grabbed Till's cheeks, stopping his movements and forcing him to make direct eye contact with him. “You seem to like being a brat; let's see if you can reap what you sow.” These words shook him to the core. Till knew what was going on and why he asked that question, he’s screwed.
“H-Hey, Ivan, how ‘bout we take this nice and slow- WOAH!” Ivan quickly flips Till onto his stomach, knocking the air out of him. “Ngh, what the hell!” Groaning, Till squirms on the bed as Ivan picks him up and lays Till on his lap.
“Do you think you can handle this? Or are you too weak?” In a taunting tone, Ivan whispers this in Till’s ear while massaging his ass.
“Of course asshole. I'm not weak like you!” Till enables Ivan in a way to save face, and agrees with this stupid idea. ‘He's gonna give up soon, I can tell.’ Every thought that passes by during this moment is his mind trying to convince itself to calm down. ‘I know him; he's gonna cry and beg for forgiveness.’ Small laughs slipped out of Till’s mouth while he was engrossed in thought.
“Sure you are~ The safe word is ‘alien,’ and if you can’t talk, tap three times, okay?” Sweetly playing with Till’s hair, Ivan goes over some rules. “First, you will address me as master unless stated otherwise, next-”
“Woah, woah, master? Are you being for real? That's so cringe dude.” Trying to lessen the tension that had formed, Till cracked some stupid jokes. Well, not really a joke; it really is cringy.
“Please just listen.” Ivan’s voice comes out flat, sending a shudder down his spine.
“Oh, um, yes.” The change in Ivan’s demeanour scared him. He seemed cold, distant, and unlike his usual self.
“Good boy. Next, no swearing at me.” This time, Till didn’t speak out; he knew that it would probably set Ivan off. “Don’t forget: If it gets too hard, say the safe word.” He repeated his past thoughts almost as though he were giving Till a way out.
“Don't worry, I'm not you. I won't chicken out.” Looking up at Ivan’s face, Till impishly grinned. Ivan’s face was smiling, but his eyes weren't.
“Tsk, looks like we're gonna have to teach you a lesson.” Reaching over Till’s body, he pulls out a container of lube and hand cream from the drawer. Finally, it's starting, slipping his hands down Till’s hips. Ivan rubs his legs and plays with the hem of Till’s boxers. Eagerly waiting, Till unconsciously rubs his thighs together, humping Ivan’s thighs while Till quietly whines. “Mmm, no, bad boy.”
“Ngh!” Ivan grabs the back of Till’s head and pulls it out of the pillow. “Just start.” Till reaches his hands behind his head, trying to catch Ivan's wrist, but fails due to the rope. “Can you untie me-ah!” Cold cream is massaged into Till’s ass as he wring at the temperature difference. “W-What the hell are you doing!”
“What did I say about swearing?” Before Till could give a response, a hand came down and collided with his ass.
“AH!” A loud, grunt-like scream came out of his mouth as pain spread throughout his lower back. “What the fuck, Iva-nghh~” slap! Another wave of pain ripples over his ass as Ivan hits it again.
“Count.”
Till breathes in sharply as Ivan lays his hand down on Till’s reddened ass.
“Every time you mess up or swear, we add more. Now, count to ten.” Ivan cups Till’s cheek in his hand, roughly squeezing it.
“Ivan, what’s gotten-” Before he could finish his sentence, Ivan hit him again, making Till cry out.
“What did I just say? You must address me as master. fifteen.” Tears well up in Till’s eyes. He looks back at Ivan, and Ivan just stares back. No thought, just a look of pure pleasure and anger. “Now, let's start.”
Slap!
“O-One!” Till’s back arches as he grips the pillow in front of him. His pupils dilated as his lips quivered with each syllable that left his mouth.
Slap!
“Two!” Till’s moans get louder as this new pleasure builds in him.
Slap!
“Three!~” He winced and curled back, tears soaking into the bedsheets. Fighting back moans, Till bites his lip and continues. Each hit felt like a new sensation, leaving him waiting, wanting more. He doesn't like this feeling; it scares him. Till’s ass eagerly waits in anticipation at every count, every time he whines, Ivan would stop and gently rub the opening of his hole. Till’s tongue lazily hung out of his mouth as saliva pooled around him. Ivan grabs Till’s chin, yanking his head back, Ivan bends forward so he can give sloppy kisses on Till’s lips.
Slap!Slap!Slap!-
Hit after hit, Till’s body got more sensitive. By this point, he was sobbing. “M-Master, please~” A hoarse whine bleeds out of his mouth. Shaking, Till tried to pull himself up to look at Ivan. “I-It hurts, please, I can’t take it anymore~” For what felt like years, Till’s needy clit has been grazing against the top of Ivan’s thighs, causing immense pain. He's drenched by this point; maybe he is a masochist. Till’s mind is going blank as he helplessly tries to rub himself on Ivan’s leg to relieve some of the tension.
“Shhh, it's ok, good boy,” Ivan's sultry voice comforts him as he grabs Till’s neck to look at his dishevelled face. “Since it's your first time, I'll be nice.” Gently squeezing the back of his neck, he pushes Till’s head farther into the bed, muffling his moans. “God, you’re so wet.” Ivan trails his calloused hands along Till’s inner thigh, rubbing up and down till he gets to his labia. Thick fingers start to pinch and pull along the lips, purposely missing the top and nicking Till’s clit once in a while. “How’d you survive this long when you’re such a slut for pain.” He moves his thumb to Till’s opening, prodding it open and slipping himself inside.
“Please, let me cum~” Weak moans pour out as he feebly pushes his hips back, trying to fuck himself on Ivan’s fingers. Each time Till moved, cold air stung his reddened ass. Till never knew being hit would feel so good. His body still remembers the feeling—the impact of Ivan’s hand as he took no mercy on destroying Till’s pride.
“You look so cute right now.”
“Calm down.” Ivan pulls Till off his lap, turning him over and placing a pillow right under his lower back. Ivan slips his thighs beside Till’s, raising Till’s legs so they wrap around his neck. Shaky cries and gasps follow Ivan’s hands as he fondles the fat around Till’s legs. “Shh, it's ok.” He traces kisses along Till’s inner thighs and slowly raises Till so his cunt is almost touching his lips. “You’ll feel good soon.” Ivan’s hands support Till’s knees, making sure the underside is interlocked with his collar. Till reflexively hooks his feet together. Ivan’s hands trek down, wrap themselves around his waist, pulling him up. “We fit perfectly together.” Lustful eyes make contact with his; seductively, Ivan lays his head in the crevice between Till’s pussy and starts placing kisses.
“Ngh! Iv-master, wait!” Without warning, Ivan bites the sensitive skin near his vulva. Till’s arms shoot up to grab Ivan’s hair, but all he can manage to do is lightly tug on a few locks. “It hurts! Please, ahh!” Till’s back arches, almost pressing himself into Ivan’s mouth, feeling Ivan’s nose touch the base of his clit. He threw his head back as Ivan started licking the surrounding skin around the bite.
“What did I say?” Till felt his shirt creep up; Ivan’s hands started tracing around his belly button, pulling on Till’s piercing there.
“Mfh.” A low grunt forms as Ivan continues to yank the metal rod in Till’s skin.
“I never asked, how many piercings do you even have?” Moving upwards, Ivan pulls Till’s shirt over his head, Ivan releases his tight grasp on the rod.
He tucks the shirt behind Till’s head, resting it on his biceps. Till’s hips jump as Ivan lightly fondles his chest. “Ngh, I-i don't know.” With a light tug, Ivan pulls on the piercing on his nipple, making Till tense up.
“Mmm, you’re perfect,” Ivan trails his thumbs on the underside of his chest, rubbing the scars there. “It sucks you can’t feel much here.” Till shoot him a glare as he pushes his pecs together
“No shit dumbass. They literally cut them off.” Ivan knew Till before he got top surgery, but they never tried anything with his chest before it. Most of the time, he would wear a shirt or tape. Ivan knew that Till couldn’t feel shit when he went to get his nipples pierced afterwards. Till can still feel light stimulation, but it would take a while for it to get to a point where he could feel pleasure from this alone.
“Tsk.” Ivan draws back, rearranging himself so his arms press on Till’s legs.
“W-wait, what are you doing?” Bending forward, Till’s body starts to collapse on itself as Ivan presses them closer. The grip on his thighs gets tighter as Till hastily tries to regain stability at the loss of Ivan propping him up.
“I really wanted to be nice, but you're being such a pest.” Ivan pulls at the shirt behind Till's head and rips it off. ‘He owes me a new shirt dammit.’ Ivan shifts his hands around the rope, attaching it to the bed. “Fuck,” A low hiss comes from Ivan as he rummages around in the nightstand.
“Gah.” He inches closer, pushing Till’s legs back, almost to his head, as Ivan continues his search for some mysterious thing. “What are you eve-mfh!” A rubber gag is shoved down his throat. The gag has some type of phallic shape on the inside, making Till choke as Ivan pushes it deeper. Hands glide around the back of Till’s head, securing it in place.
“There we go. Maybe this will teach you to behave.” A chill runs down Till’s spine as a look of contentment resonates in Ivan’s eyes. “You look so pretty.” Ivan’s large hands latch onto his hair, slowly lessening the pressure as he pets Till.
“Mph~” A drawn-out gasp leaves Till’s lips in response to Ivan manhandling him. “Gahm.” After a moment of silence, Ivan finally returns to their original position and reattaches his grip on Till’s waist.
“Remember, you can tap out if you can’t handle it.” Ivan’s large body looms over Till’s, his teary-eyed face practically begging Ivan to fuck me. The thought of tapping out crosses his mind, but at this point, Till doesn’t think regular sex is possible. Practically shoving his pussy in Ivan’s mouth, he helplessly grinds. “God, you’re acting like a bitch in heat, Till. Who would have thought someone like you would ever beg?”
“Ngh!~” Ivan’s arms grip his waist harder as Ivan finally takes him in his mouth. Till’s legs tighten their grasp on his head, his body helplessly trying to claw at Ivan, but his hands remain stuck to the post behind him. “Mfh!” Hips jerk upwards as Ivan’s teeth pass over his sensitive dick.
“Hmm, fuck, you taste so good.” With his face still in Till’s crotch, Ivan leaves vibrations on Till’s pussy as he talks, making him weak. Ivan readjusts his limbs so his forearms squeeze together as his fingers roam upwards, parting his puffy lips so Ivan can get a better view.
‘Please, please, please!’ Till’s hips buckle forward, and Ivan’s tongue finds its way inside Till’s hole, practically lapping up whatever it can in there. Ivan slides his thumb so it's pressing down on Till’s dick, massaging the bud softly, basically edging him. The air seems to be leaving his body; Till gag on the dildo in his mouth as his chest bobs up and down. Snot and tears are running down his face, soaking the sheets.
“Mfh, I could do this forever~” Flicking his fingers off, Ivan moves his lips so they're covering Till’s dick. At the same time, his thick fingers slide their way into Till, purposely missing his G-spot. With each thrust, the hot sensation on his dick gets faster. Till’s hips move, matching Ivan’s pace as the feeling of an orgasm rises in him.
“~!” Till’s body shudders, and the air exits him as Ivan draws away. He helplessly pleads with Ivan as desperate moans and grunts flow out of him, making his eyes roll back. The pleasure once there is now gone, aching legs latch harder onto his shoulders, attempting to drag Ivan back in so Till can get some semblance of relief. Ivan’s scalding breath stings Til’s inner thigh, making his hold on Ivan’s head harder. ‘Pleasepleaseplease-’
“Mmm, shhh, good boy.” Large hands slide up to grip Till’s thighs. “We're just getting started.” Fingers find their way down, Ivan using his thumbs to spread open his hole. “So pretty~” Ivan brings his lips closer; each time he breathes, Till can feel it surging through his whole body.
“Mmf!” It's getting harder for Till to stay conscious as snot fills his nose. His throat feels sore, the dildo almost making him want to throw up with every movement he makes. ‘Just let me cum~’ His body feels numb, trying to get Ivan to let him finish. Ivan's wet tongue finally comes back down, entering Till as he violently shakes. The tip of Ivan’s nose ever so slightly touches the sensitive bundle of nerves. Each inhale makes him feel like death. At last, Ivan takes him in his mouth. Muffled screams erupted out as Ivan’s snagged tooth digs into Till’s dick. Almost immediately, his hips jolted, and he intently quivered. His legs give out as he starts coming; Ivan drinks him in, lapping up the surrounding fluid, still secured on his dick. Till thrash and squirm as Ivan doesn't give him time to compose himself. Till try to kick Ivan away, but this only leads to Ivan tounge fucking him harder. His legs flail around as the rope seemingly gets tighter on his wrists. The burning sensation of it digging into his flesh with the unstoppable pleasure leaves him a sobbing mess.
“Did you just squirt?” Ivan gives a light huff. His body still shakes, and Till can barely comprehend what Ivan is saying. Till tries to track Ivan with his eyes, but his mind is so clouded that he can barely make him out.
“Mfgh~” Something close to a light sob spills out of Till’s lips, close to a begging moan.
“You did so well.” Ivan’s lips come to his ear, kissing them as he whispers sweet nothings. “Good boy.” His hands come behind Till’s head to undo the gag that's slowly becoming suffocating. He pulls it out with an obscene pop, lapping up the remaining drool on Till’s face. Freak. Despite his repulsion, Till doesn't have the energy to fight back. Till let out a deep breath as his body can finally take in enough oxygen to think.
“Bastard…” Till pushes insults back at Ivan through a gravelly voice. Till knows this would most likely end badly for him, but he doesn't care at this point.
“I’ll give you a pass this time.” Ivan yanks the rope around Till arms off the bed post, pulling Till’s upper half to his chest. “I think this is enough for now-”
“No.” Before Ivan could finish his sentence, Till interjected. “I-I mean,” ‘Why did I do that?’ Dammit, does Till really want this to continue? Almost like a way to convince himself, he says, “I can still handle this.”
“...” Ivan's eyes seemed to widen, intrigued by his statement. As quick as Ivan is to twist Till’s words and play, he looks weirdly quiet. “Fuck, you don’t know how much you mess me up, do you?” Ivan’s hold on Till’s wrists turned bruising, making him flinch. “Up.” Almost like a dog following its master's command, Till unknowingly follows Ivan’s orders as he drags him on his feet. Till stumbles a bit but quickly balances himself. Ivan grabbed the pillow under Till’s hips a minute ago and threw it off the bed, so it's positioned near the edge.
“Sit.”
Falling to his knees, Till hits the ground hard. He started to process how easily he’d followed Ivan's orders and felt warm. Ivan uses his foot to tap on the pillow beside him, indicating that Till should be on it. Disgruntled, Till shifts himself over so his knees are padded. Fuck, he feel so stupid. How fucked out was he to just blindly go alone with Ivan’s words.
“Aw, how cute.” Ivan ruffles his hair as he walks behind Till to the closet. “Head down.” He pushes Till forward, almost hitting him on the wooden frame. Till bites his tongue on the thought of cussing Ivan out, but he doesn't have the energy to deal with his antics. Keeping his head down, Till listens to see if he can catch a clue about what Ivan may be looking for. “Whatcha thinking about?” Almost like he can read Till’s mind, Ivan cuts his thoughts off.
“Nothing…” With a slight pout, Till weakly let out an answer.
“You know it's not good to lie.” Ivan reappears behind him like a ghost as one of his hands reaches for Till’s neck, applying light pressure. “Bad boy.” Something in the distance is tossed onto the bed, and the sound of a belt buckle being undone reaches Till’s ear. Looking up, Till sees a small pink box haphazardly placed on the bed. Ivan makes his way back in front of him, sitting on the bed and putting his legs on each side of Till. Till’s mouth waters at the sight of Ivan’s hard cock bulging out of his now opened pants. His hand gripped the belt and pulled it off its loops as the other rummaged around the mysterious pink box. Till’s eyes widened at what he saw Ivan pull out. ‘Shitshitshit-’ His mind is racing as a flash of embarrassment settles in his core. “Look what we have here~” With a shit eating grin, Ivan pulls out a vibrator and dildo. To be exact, Till’s vibrator and dildo. “When were you ever gonna tell me about this?” Ivan fakes a sad voice as he playfully taps on the silicone toy.
“I-you-I mean-” Words seemingly don't want to come out, making him a bumbling idiot. To be honest, Till completely forgot he still had those. It's been over a year since they’ve moved in together. They were in high school when they started dating, but had known each other since birth. When they first started dating was when Till started transitioning, so, well, the testosterone shots got to him. He would masturbate daily, fucking himself on a shitty toy bought from spencers imagining it was Ivan. This never stopped, even after high school ended and college started, Ivan would be too busy playing football to be with him, so Till would helplessly slam the silicone cock in him while in Ivan’s bed. ‘Shit, I thought I got rid of all of that crap when we moved into my apartment.’ Ivan locks his gaze on Till’s shaken pupils. “I thought I threw those away.” His throat feels dry, body boiling, and his heart is beating so fast, almost like a drum.
“You did.” Ivan's tongue peeks out of his lips, fang biting the bottom flesh of his mouth—this damn freak. “You did a bad job at hiding them. I feel heartbroken that I never got to see them in use. I mean, you did always use my clothes as masturbation material.” His eyes shot down to Till’s hands, which had been squeezed between his thighs in a way to cover his body.
“What do you mean?” Trying to play dumb, Till darted his gaze to the corner opposite the room.
“Don’t play stupid, you know what I mean. Acting like a bitch in heat when I left you alone for a while. You don't think I notice my sweaters and jersey going missing?” His voice deepens, making the hairs on the back of Till’s neck stand up. Ivan throws both toys at his feet. They hit the ground with a loud thud. “Let me see it.”
“W-what?” Till swiftly turned his head back to Ivan. He towers over Till, arm resting on his thigh, head held in his hand.
“You heard me.” Ivan grabs the open lube bottle on the nightstand and throws it at him, making it join the other sex toys at his side. Subconsciously, Till rubs his thighs together, creating friction on his hard dick. “Go on, give it a try.” A pool of saliva forms in Till’s mouth as Ivan pulls out his precum stained dick. Lips tremble as his hands reach for the lube, pouring a quarter-sized amount in his hand. Till’s legs weakly open, hand slipping down to glide the lube across his puffed folds. He shudders at the cool liquid as it trickles down his ass.
“Ah!” Till slips one of his digits inside himself, palming at his overly sensitive clit. He shoots his free hand over his mouth, chest falling forward. It's not enough. He added another finger, making a scissoring motion to stretch himself more.
“Fuck, just put it in. I already loosened you, stop playing.” Ivan's free hand shoots to grab Till’s hair, putting him face to face with his cock. Till’s hand stumbles around till he grip both the vibrator and dildo. He slipped the vibrator to the base of his dick, pressing the reddened nub to it. Lifting his ass, Till clumsily pushes the tip of the dildo in himself. Till lets out a drawn-out moan as he slowly bottom out on it.
“Ngh,” As Till turned his head up, he saw Ivan pumping his dick harshly in his fist, rubbing the tip on Till’s cheek. Like he was hypnotized, Till started to give pathetic kitten licks to the bulging vein connected to it.
“Hah, fuck,” Ivan throws his head back, letting out a primal growl. Till shifts himself so he's sitting on top of the dildo, almost like he was riding it. Till gently rock back and forth as his inner walls tense and relax at the feeling of being filled.
“AH!” Without any warning, Till draws his tongue back in his mouth as he harshly bites his lip, trying to subdue his moan. Looking down, Till sees that Ivan's foot had shifted to the on button on the vibrating wand under him, turning it on without warning, making him shake. Both of Ivan’s legs come up to rest on his thighs, pushing Till farther down on the dildo and making his dick get caught in the groves of the vibrator. His mouth shoots open as Till lets out a howl, tears swelling in his eyes.
“Mgh!?” Before he could think, Ivan's hands left his cock and found their way to Till’s hair, pulling his agape mouth down his cock. Eyes roll to the back of his head as Till’s body goes limp. The tears that were threatening to fall finally trickled down Till’s cheeks. The most unsexy gagging noises echo around the room as his throat tenses, trying to push the foreign object out. Till’s hands come up to claw at Ivan's legs, the difference in their size becoming painfully obvious as Till’s hands barely compare to Ivan’s calves. Keeping Till’s head halfway on his cock, Ivan takes one hand off Till’s head and reaches for his belt. “Ngh?” The grip on his hair gets tighter, causing him to shut his eyes. Cold leather surrounds his neck, and the metal buckle catches his skin as Till feels it tighten. This crazy fucker. Finally opening his eyes, Till gives a disgusted look to Ivan as he tightly winds the other end of the belt around his palm with a lustful grin, eyes half closed and glazed over.
“You know what to do. Start moving.” Till’s head involuntarily moves forward as Ivan pulls the belt towards him. Till makes a disgusting gurgling sound as his brows knit together. His grip on Ivan became stronger as Till rearranged his hands to claw at Ivan’s back, eerily close to his ass. “Watch it.” Although his words sounded harsh, his tone seemingly dripped with want. Ivan’s grip finally lets up on the belt, and Till immediately pulls off Ivan’s length so his lips are hugging his tip. Till began to roll his tongue around, stimulating Ivan’s cock while grinding his needy dick on the vibrator. Till weakly moans, and Ivan's head shoots back. “Fuck~” His thumb comes under his eye, collecting the tears that are caught in Till’s lashes. “Everything about you is perfect.” Like a freak, Ivan begins to lick his thumb, lapping up Till’s salty tears.
“Fweawk.” A mumbled insult tries to leave his mouth, but gets stuck on Ivan’s cock. His hips jerk up, shoving his dick deeper, making it hit the back of Till’s throat. They stay in this perpetual motion of starting and stopping as they both get used to the feeling. Till’s body jolts as he tries to rearrange himself so Till can take Ivan further, hips grinding down to chase the sensation that would constantly change depending on his position. Finally, they get into a rhythm that pleases them both. Till’s eyes flutter up at Ivan’s, blurred by the tears caught in his lashes. The hands around his legs loosen as Till pulls them back to tuck his hair back. Ivan grits his teeth as Till starts to bob his head. Saliva spills onto the pillow, making the sticky feeling between his legs worse. Till feels Ivan’s cock twitch in his mouth as the metal stud in his tongue pokes at Ivan’s urethra. The salty taste of his precum slips down his throat, making Till reel backwards. Till’s ‘ips slightly twitch, causing his teeth to graze the shaft. Till feels Ivan’s cock jerk as he hears the leather scrunch as Ivan’s grip on the belt stiffen. His brows furrow, and Till lets out an unpleasant moan. Finally, Till moved his hands to the base of Ivan’s cock, gripping the remaining length that wasn't in his mouth. Till uses his saliva as a lubricant so friction wouldn't catch. Working his way down, Till took about half of it, opening his throat slightly to make room. Ivan makes sure that his grip on the belt never falls, keeping Till’s head permanently on him. His hands start moving in a rhythmic pattern, matching the pace of his hips. Unconsciously Till starts wishing Ivan’s cum could fill his stomach. Ivan's freakish nature has worn off on him. He started moving again, feeling the radiating heat fill his head. Obscene slurping noises fill the mostly silent room, except for the repetitive murmurs of the vibrator and soft moans and grunts from both of them. Head bobbing, Till tries to quicken his movements, but the sudden shock sent through his body stops him. Till falls forward, deep throating Ivan, his legs shaking as the vibrator finally hits the right spot. Hands come back to Till’s head as he tries to pull away, Ivan forcing his length back down. His hands sprawl out, and he claws at Ivan’s stomach. His nose is pushed right to Ivan’s pubes, making it impossible to get air. All he could do was breathe in Ivan’s scent.
“Fuck i’m close.” Ivan finally pulled Till back, and almost as soon as he saw the light, Till was greeted with air filling his nostrils. Just as soon as Till made an audible gasp, he was forcefully slammed back down. His throat is pried open, making it feel like his whole body is on fire. Eyes roll to the back of his head as Ivan relentlessly fucks his face. Till tries to suck in air between each thrust but it gets harder as Ivan’s pace quickens. The belt seemingly gets tighter with every push. His hands, still clawing at Ivan’s abdomen, get weaker with the lack of oxygen. Hips jolt and move as he get himself off from being fucked in two holes. Ivan’s cock starts to twitch inside of his mouth, signaling to Till that he’s close. “Shit!” Ivan’s nails dig into Till’s skull as his head is slammed all the way down on Ivan’s length. “Drink it all.” Till can't stop his body from uncontrollably shaking as he can feel Ivan’s cum pouring into him. The hot fluid doesn't stop as Ivan rides out his orgasam, pushing his cock as far as he can. His hands finally come off Ivan and rearrange themselves so they’re gripping his wrists. Nails ripping open Ivan’s flesh. ‘Oh fuck, oh fuckohfuck!’ Till’s own orgasm finally hits him like a bus; the unstoppable sensation from the vibrator makes his hips jump, trying to get away from the painful stimulation, but Ivan's legs stop him from moving, forcing him to ride out this agonizing feeling with him. His cheeks hollowed out in an attempt to milk Ivan dry, hoping that would get him to pull out finally. “You fucking slut. Jesus Christ, and you wouldn’t stop bitching about hating the taste.” Most of the time when Till gives him a blowjob, he complains about not wanting to swallow, saying it tastes bad. In reality, he was scared of getting addicted to the taste. At first, it was disgusting, but that salty taste kept creeping up on him, and Till found himself looking forward to blowing Ivan. Of course Till never wanted to admit this to him, Ivan would never let it go if he said some shit like, "I want to feel your cum slide down my throat.” He’d probably fuck him till he died. Finally, Ivan gave a final thrust and pulled Till mouth off with a lewd pop.
“Cough cough!” Till violently coughs as cum and saliva spill out his mouth. Ivan rested his cock on Till’s face, his eyes wide and mouth drooling. Till pushed his lips together to swallow the drool that filled up his mouth, hanging it open afterwards to show Ivan that he ate it all.
“Good job, you deserve a reward for that.” Ivan's hand comes to Till’s face and squishes his cheeks together to pull him in for a sloppy kiss. It's messy, gross, and full of spit, but Ivan drinks Till in like a dying man. Till’s jaw is slack, body limp, and Ivan practically moves him like he's a rag doll. Till’s body jolts occasionally as he weakly tries to hold on to Ivan's arms. Ivan’s teeth entangle themselves within Till’s piercings. Ivan’s fang scratches Till’s bottom lip, making a pathetic whimper bleed out. He reaches under Till’s arms, pulling him up on his lap. His head hangs over Ivan’s shoulder, drool falls, and Till doesn’t have the power to hold onto Ivan. “You can't be that tired already?” Calloused hands find their way to Till’s ass, sliding him higher on Ivan’s lap.
“Don't you dare.” Till musters up the power to shoot Ivan a dirty glare and pinches his hand away from his asshole.
“Awe shucks~” Ivan's lips find their way to his neck, lips fluttering across his skin. Almost like a dog, Ivan licks and bites the already bruised skin that covers him. “You're perfect.” He continues moving his hands so they cup the fat of his ass, massaging it so they fit perfectly in his palms.
“Ngh, stop.” Till’s arms find their way up Ivan's body, hooking themselves around his neck, draw out moans bury themselves deep in his touch.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” Almost on command, Ivan freezes, hands still pulling at the skin around Till’s cunt. Nails digging into the sensitive skin. Till’s hole twitches as the cool air hits his wet folds. Slick staining Ivan's jeans. Knowing him, he'd suck on the damp fabric like a man trying to quench his thirst later. Ivan's mouth finds its way to his ear, breathing deeply as he stops his attack on his neck.
“W-what?” Till rocks his hips back, trying to feel Ivan's heat on his.
“You said to stop, that's what I'm doing.” Ivan’s hands pull away, leaving Till to support his own weight. Ivan brings both hands up to his side, and Till can feel his lips shift into a grin against his ear. The feeling of the wet denim on his bare skin makes him squirm. “Telling me to stop just so you can rock yourself on my thighs is pretty selfish, you know.” The playfully sad tone of Ivan's voice irks him, only making Till move more.
“You knew what I meant! Just, ugh, go back or whatever.” Till barely raises his voice above a murmur as he tries to get them back into the flow. Till’s arms around Ivan’s neck grip tighter, signalling his desire.
“You know you'll have to do more than that. I can just wait.” Ivan pulls his head back, laying it on top of Till’s. The added pressure makes him feel light-headed.
“Please~” Something akin to a whimper leaves his mouth, making Ivan jump. Till picks himself up to look at Ivan, his neck is bright red, sun-kissed skin glowing with excitement. Till’s droopy eyes and mind can't fully comprehend the situation in front of him. “You're so cute. Please, Ivan, I need you.” Hands rearrange themselves, tangling his fingers in Ivan’s thick locks. His mouth parts as Till leaves sloppy kisses to the side of Ivan’s neck and collarbone, occasionally scraping his teeth on Ivan’s jugular.
“Till,” The popping sounds of muscles are heard as Ivan scrunches his hands into fists hard enough to draw blood.
“Oh, I can't say your name.” The lust filling Till’s head has now completely taken over, making his body do things he knows he’ll regret tomorrow.
“Till-”
“I need you, hyung.” Without thinking, Till throws himself back, using one arm around Ivan's neck to hold his weight as the other flies down to spread his folds. The glistening pink opening begging for Ivan's cock.
“...” Ivan's jaw tightens, fang sinking into his lower lip, brows furrowed, and hands shaking.
“Hyung-ack!” Before Till can finish what he's saying, Ivan's hand shoots its way to his neck and drags Till to the center of the bed. His eyes roll back as he's pushed harder into the mattress.
“Till,” Ivan’s voice is broken, raspy, and deep. “Till,” The hand around Till’s neck tightens, and his mouth hangs open as weak sounds choke out.
“I-Ivan-” Eyes watering, Till claws at Ivan’s wrist. His body is violently shaking, back arching, feet digging into the covers hard enough to turn the knuckles white.
“Shit,” Ivan's grip loosens, making Till hack up whatever is left in his body. “I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-”
“More.” His voice comes out pathetic and wanting. “Please.” Till catches Ivan’s hands as he pulls away, pulling him back in. His body twists and turns, and Till whines, longing for his touch.
“I-” Ivan's red pupils bore into him, shaking. His mouth hung agape for a few moments before an audible gulp was heard. “Uh, yeah, sure. Cough cough I mean-” Both his hands retract from Till’s body as he fights with the jeans hugging his legs. He throws them aside like they've disgraced him and hovers over Till. “You- Till, I love you so much~” Ivan ruts his cock over his opening, making the tip kiss his clit.
“Ivan-ngh” ‘I think I fucked up.’ Looking up at Ivan, Till felt a pit in his stomach. Ivan’s eyes are glazed, mouth curled into a toothy smile, tongue gliding over them before getting caught in his teeth. Hands come back down to grab Till’s neck, not applying pressure. Till's teeth sink into his lips, biting it in anticipation. The blazing heat coming from both of them swells in the air, making the room smell of sex. Ivan’s lips follow suit, drinking in Till’s whines, Ivan not leaving room for air to get through. “I-Ivan-” The hand on Till’s neck tightens, cutting off his words.
“What did I tell you to call me? Open.” Ivan rearranges his hand to grip Till’s jaw, pointer finger entangling itself in his mouth, slipping between his molars to yank Till’s jaw down. His tongue lazily licks Ivan’s fingers, making saliva drip down his chin. His mouth naturally stays agape due to the foreign object lodged in it. The disturbing grin on Ivan's face widens, making Till choke on his tongue. His jaw clenches, catching Ivan's fingers between his teeth making Ivan plunge his fingers deeper, curling them up at the back of his throat.
“cough!” His throat closes, nails digging on to Ivan's skin hard enough to leave marks. Tears swelling in the corners of his eyes while his legs tense. Ivan scissors his fingers, spreading Till's mouth wider.
“God you're hopeless” Pulling his arm aside, Ivan lowers his head, inching his mouth closer to Till's. With a shitting eating grin, Ivan lets his tongue hang over Till's open mouth.
“W-what are you doing?!” Till's face contorts with disgust as drops of drool trickle in. His pushing and pulling on Ivan goes nowhere, no matter how hard he fights he can't beat the power Ivan holds against him. Just as Till's teeth make contact with the fingers still in his mouth Ivan pulls his tongue away, pursing his lips together as he seemingly stays still for a while. Till tries to push out all of Ivan's spit as soon as he retracts his fingers.
Slap!
“You bitch.” The sound of the coalition echoes throughout the room.
“What the fuck-mfh!” Slap! Till's words are cut off with another slap across his face. His head is turned to the wall, eyes gasping wide, brows furrowed, and chest heavy. ‘W-what.’ His mouth feels dry, body weak, and unable to speak.
“Open.” The silence is disturbingly thick. Thick enough to be cut by Ivan's words, only leaving Till bleeding out in shame. “Don't ignore me.” Ivan's hands grip Till's face, making him look at him. “Open. I won't ask again.” The grip on his face turns bruising.
“hic..” A pathetic sob slips from Till's lips. Mouth trembling as he opens it. He's beyond embarrassed. He feels pitiful, wretched, and worthless. Ivan has a way to push him to places he didn't know existed.
“Good job.” The grin on Ivan's face is close to a devil's expression.
Poot.
A thick glob of saliva lands in Till's mouth, spilling out of his lips and dripping on his chin. Ivan lifts him by the jaw, forcing his mouth closed. He shoots his hand over Till's face, akin to the crasp one might have when choking someone.
“Now, swallow.” His tone is too damn giddy, face contorting itself in ways that'll make Satan himself fear this man. Till's eyes sharpen, and he begrudgingly swallows. “Ha, God, you're hopeless.” Ivan's snickers ring around in Till's head, only furthering the others' embarrassment. Till grabs Ivan’s hand and tries to pull it down to sink his teeth into the other's flesh. “Tsk, what did they say about biting the hand that feeds you?” Yanking his hand away from Till’s gnawing teeth, Ivan positions his hands around Till's waist and flips him over onto his stomach. Hands find their way to his thighs and pulls Till up, cock sliding on the curve of his ass.
“Just fuck me already you asshole!” Till's hands are balled in fists, wrinkling the bedsheets. His face is buried into the mattress, muffling his pleading words.
“Jesus, can you listen to something I say for once?” Ivan's hand comes off Till's ass as Ivan prepares it for the upcoming collision. Till visibly flinched, making a small but noticeable cry from his hidden face. Instead of bringing his hand down to hit Till's ass the hundredth time, he just gently fondles the fat. “I think I've worked you hard enough for now. Sorry for pushing you.” Hands slide up so they cup Till's chest, Ivan litters kisses across the other's back, tracing Till's spine with his lips. His hands softly play with the other's flesh, treating him like a fragile object.
“W-What? Why are you stopping? I can still go on! I didn't say the safe word, fine.” The tips of Till's ears are flaming, the pout in his voice obvious.
“Oh? We can still keep going if you want,” Ivan's arms crawl up to hug Till's collarbone. “I just wanted to be sweeter.” Pulling Till up, he slides his tip in the warm opening. “Isn't that more romantic?” With a final pull, Ivan forces his length into Till.
“A-AH!” He thrashes and screams bloody murder as Ivan settles in, slowly grinding his hips. “I-Ivannnn~” Till's hands come up to Ivan’s neck, legs spread open by Ivan's thighs. The slow grinding motion turns rough as Ivan fucks Till relentlessly. Fingers intertwine themselves in taller hair, causing Ivan to let out a deep groan. “Ngh!” The hands on his chest play with the metal studs, twisting and pulling them roughly. The moans Till lets out are disgusting; loud, pathetic, and so much more. Mouth agape, tongue hanging out, he no longer has control of his body, Ivan using him almost like a fleshlight.
“You look amazing stretched out on my cock.” Till falls forwards as Ivan lets him go, moving his hands so his thumbs play with his folds.
“N-no, wait~” His face falls into the bed, Ivan grips the back of his neck, choking him as the other hand comes between his thighs to rub his clit.
“Come on, you can take it.” His grip gets tighter, pace quickening as he slams his hips forwards. “You like that don't you?” Ivan angles his cock upwards, directing it right at his g spot.
“!” A pathetic yelp is heard from the pillows, too muffled to make out any words that might have been said.
“Oh, sorry, you can't respond can you?” He readjustice his hand so it's at the front of his throat and pulls him up. “Better?” A gasp is heard coming from the smaller man's body as his hands shoot up to claw at Ivan's wrists.
“C-Cumming~” Tongue lollying out of his mouth Till's pussy tightens. Almost like a painful howl comes out of his mouth as he cums relentlessly, Ivan not stopping his now painful thrusts. “Please, I- too much!” Nails dig into the other man's skin, drawing blood as Till squirts, yelling and screaming as he becomes overly sensitive.
“Fuck!” With a final thrust Ivan buries himself deep in Till's throbbing cunt. Till's stomach feels heavy as Ivan's cum fills up his stomach. Ivan's lips find their way to Till's, tongues intertwining as Till can barely reciprocate the kiss. Till's body is limp, vision dark, as he’s on the verge of passing out.
“F-fuck you, freak.” Till spits this out, trying to come off as intimidating, but his hoarse voice and snot filled nose just makes him seem weak.
“Yeah, I love you too.”