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When Till steps out of the bathroom in his new uniform, Ivan fears he's having a heart attack. He clutches a hand over his chest, wondering if this is how he dies.
“Till, what are you wearing?” He chokes out, finding it hard to form words. The shirt they're supposed to be wearing is missing, Till is wearing only the vest and tie. He looks like a bachelorette party stripper.
Till fidgets and crosses an arm over his chest in a futile attempt to hide so much exposed skin. “...The shirt doesn't fit.”
Ivan has never believed in God, but surely some sort of deity must exist for Till to be dressed like this outside of his fantasies. Maybe he should start going to church and pray for all of Till's shirts to stop fitting.
Till's arm shifts, revealing the little bunny temporarily tattooed under his armpit, and Ivan stops breathing.
Grabbing Till's arm, he lifts it for a better view. “Why did you put it here? Are you trying to kill me?” His own is on his wrist, he had assumed Till would opt for the same placement.
“I don't know, I just–wait, what are you doing?” Till stumbles as Ivan walks them backwards, his back hitting the bathroom door.
“You can't wear this, you're going to drive customers insane. It's indecent.” Ivan pushes the door open, guiding them inside.
“I'll get Hyuna to order the right size shirt before we open, calm down!” Till tries to shove him back, but Ivan doesn't budge.
“How am I supposed to calm down when you're dressed like this?” Ivan silences any further protests with a kiss. Till resists for only a second before kissing back, groaning as Ivan's tongue sweeps over his lip.
Ivan's fingers dive under Till's vest to tug on one of his pierced nipples, and he moans against Ivan's mouth.
He guides them back again for Till to hit the sink, still playing with his nipple to feel Till squirm.
“Mmn, Ivan, not here,” Till tries to protest, but kisses Ivan again anyway, unable to stay away.
“Why not here? We should christen the café before it opens.” His free hand reaches behind him to tug on the knot of his apron, letting it fall to the floor.
“By having sex in the bathroom? Are you insane?” Till hisses against his lips.
“So I should stop?” Tugging Till against him, he allows Till to feel how hard he is. When Till doesn't pull away, he grinds their hips together.
“Fuck…just be quick, before anyone finds us.”
As soon as Till finishes speaking, Ivan unbuttons his pants and pushes a hand inside. “Keep the vest on. The bunny ears too,” he flicks at Till's headband.
“Freak,” Till spits, grabbing him by the wrist and shoving Ivan's hand into his boxers.
He laughs as he presses his fingers against Till's cunt. “It feels like you're enjoying this. Let's not change a thing about your uniform. You can walk around like this, showing off how much of an exhibitionist you are. When you start to get worked up, I'll drag you here to take care of it, and you can finish your shift full of cum.”
“Don’t tease–!” Till whines, rubbing against Ivan's palm in search of friction.
Offering a kiss as a silent apology, Ivan eases two fingers into him. He feels Till shudder against him, his arms winding around Ivan's neck. “Relax, little bunny.”
Till weakly smacks his shoulder, pressing down onto his fingers. “Don't call me that.”
“Little bunny,” he murmurs with a grin, drawing teasing circles around Till's clit.
“S-shut up.” Till drops his head forward to rest on Ivan's shoulder.
Burying his face in Till's hair, Ivan inhales his citrus shampoo. “Another?”
Till makes a vague sound of assent, fingers digging into the back of Ivan's shirt when a third finger slides into him.
“Would you consider this as a real tattoo?” He runs his fingers over the inked rabbit, provoking a shiver.
“You want that thing permanently on my body? No way.”
“Why not? I'll get a matching one,” Ivan offers.
“We're not getting matching tattoos!” Till's attempt at an annoyed sigh morphs into something far more pleasurable when Ivan crooks his fingers against the walls of his cunt.
“Why don't we skip the condom? Let's try for a big litter of bunnies.” He always carries condoms, but Till has been encouraging him not to use them increasingly often lately. It's a miracle he hasn't ended up pregnant yet.
Till almost rips the button off Ivan's pants in his haste to free his cock, a wild look in his eyes.
Ivan elicits a beautiful whimper when he pulls his fingers out of Till, turning him around and having him bend over with his hands braced on the sink. This way, he can admire Till's fully exposed back, and Till can watch himself fall apart in the mirror.
The urge to tease is too strong, and instead of pushing into him, Ivan glides the head of his cock up and down Till's slit.
“Ivan, hurry!”
“If you want kids, all you have to do is say so. You don't need to talk me into not using condoms. I'll never buy them again if you ask,” Ivan murmurs, trailing his fingers down Till's spine.
Till stiffens. “I…I don't know what you–!” He's cut off by a loud cry as Ivan thrusts into him, stealing away his weak denials.
He bottoms out quickly, holding Till's hips to anchor himself. “You don't have to squeeze me so tight, I promise I'll finish inside.”
“Can't help it,” Till mutters, his face flushed a beautiful pink in the mirror. “Shit, just move already.”
“As you wish, little bunny.” He presses his hips forward, his thrusts slow and deep as he carefully, relentlessly claims Till.
Till is rocking back against him, moaning each time Ivan pushes into his cunt. He clenches around Ivan when Ivan's fist tangles in his hair, holding him in place.
“Why don't you tell me what you want? Ask me to give you a baby, and I will.”
Till's flush creeps up to his ears, and he whines pitifully. “I hate you.”
“Love you too,” he coos, leaning down to kiss the back of Till's reddened neck. This far into their relationship, he can easily brush off Till's supposed hatred. He knows what Till really means.
Till's mouth remains resolutely shut, so Ivan begins to slow his movements, driving Till's desperation higher.
Once he slows enough that he's only lightly grinding his cock into Till, Till decides his need is more important than his pride, and surrenders.
“I want a baby, so quit teasing and knock me up already!” Gritting his teeth, Till drives his hips back, fucking himself on Ivan's cock.
His composure cracks in the face of Till's desperation, and Ivan doesn't make any effort to regain it. Till can witness him fall apart, but never anyone else. “I will,” he promises, voice rough. “We'll work on making a little baby bunny.”
“You better.” Till keeps pushing back to meet his thrusts, the slap of skin on skin growing louder and filling the bathroom.
Ivan tugs on his hair to watch his back arch and hear him moan, admiring Till's teary eyes in his reflection. “Once we start work, we should spend every break here. I doubt you can go a full shift walking around in this, you'll be soaked halfway through.”
“Stop teasing!” Till refuses to let his tears fall, trying and mostly failing to glare between moans.
“You like it.”
If Till wasn't bent over the sink, he would be attacking Ivan by now. Instead, he has to settle for delivering a weak “fuck you” as he sinks further into pleasure.
But with Till bent over, Ivan can't mark him up. With Till showing so much skin, he shouldn't pass up this opportunity. He guides Till by the hair to press flush against him, their hips moving together as he trails kisses across Till's exposed shoulders before his teeth dig in.
“I-Ivan!” Caught between squirming away from the bite and pressing further into Ivan's thrusts, he first tries to pull away, but then melts against Ivan.
“Cute,” he murmurs against Till's neck, leaving a prominent hickey above his tie.
Till only whines as Ivan keeps sucking and nibbling on his skin. Darkened marks are already starting to form, making him look even more enticing.
His hand drifts down Till's exposed chest, over the buttons of his vest, creeping lower until he finds Till's clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.
“Ah, fuck, Ivan!” Till wails, leaning further against him as his legs go weak. He finally stops trying to hold back his tears, letting them fall down his cheeks.
“Are you sure you want me to finish inside?” His lips brush over the shell of Till's ear, and he can't help but add a hint of teeth.
More tears spill as Till frantically nods. “Please! I need it!”
Till falls apart when Ivan tugs on his clit, clenching down tight enough it feels as if he's trying to prevent Ivan from ever being able to pull out.
He doesn't allow Till to rest as his orgasm washes over him, drawing broken moans with each thrust. His nails dig into Till's hips as he shoves himself as deep as he can, releasing inside him with a bitten-off cry of Till's name.
If Till wants a baby, Ivan won’t rest until he sees a positive pregnancy test. He fucks his cum deeper until the overstimulation is too much for both of them, his hips finally stilling.
Till wilts against him, trying to regain his facilities as Ivan leaves kisses over the hickeys he marked Till with.
“I think that was enough for two or three baby bunnies,” he murmurs, rubbing a hand over Till's stomach.
“Fuck off,” Till grumbles weakly.
Ivan kisses his cheek, holding Till close until he recovers enough to stand on his own. He slowly pulls out, but instead of cleaning Till up, he pushes his boxers back up.
“Gross,” Till complains, lightly smacking his shoulder.
“If you want to get pregnant, you shouldn't waste any. Keep it inside until we get home.” He tugs Till's pants back up and fixes his crooked vest and tie.
Till looks absolutely wrecked, covered in fresh hickeys and still faintly flushed and dazed. He's perfect, so perfect that Ivan doesn't deserve him.
“I love you.” He tilts Till's head to guide him into a kiss, sweet and slow.
“Love you too.” Till gives him a little peck on the lips and pulls out of his arms, sighing at the sight of himself in the mirror as he adjusts his bunny ear headband. “Everyone is going to know we were fucking.”
“Unless you're going to claim you're the next Virgin Mary, they'll know once you show up pregnant.”
“I don't want them to know we were fucking in the bathroom! We're never doing this again.” Till drags him out of the bathroom as soon as he's dressed again, cursing Ivan under his breath.
“If you're not pregnant by the time the café opens, we'll have to keep trying. Why not multi-task and do it at work?”
Till doesn't even bother to respond, rolling his eyes and heaving a heavy sigh.
The other four are waiting at the front of the café, and there's a moment of silence as they take in Ivan and Till's appearance.
Sua looks nauseated, ignoring her girlfriend’s shocked laughter. “We should fire them. This has to be a health code violation.”
Hyuna raises an eyebrow, grinning. “Where did your shirt go? I hope Ivan didn't rip it.”
“It doesn't fit, you need to order a bigger size.” Till pointedly doesn't look at anyone, instead gazing at a random spot on the wall.
“Alright, it should arrive before we open. Unless you want to dress like that, it might get us more customers,” Hyuna muses, carefully considering Till's appearance.
“No!”
“It would match Luka's shorts,” Ivan points out, quietly thankful Hyuna didn't try to put him in the same pair.
“Gross, I don't want to match with him. Those shorts look stupid anyways.” Till glares at Luka, who looks perfectly unbothered, offering only a bored yawn in response.
“If we have the uniforms figured out, Sua and I have a dinner reservation. It was nice seeing everyone!” Mizi shoots them a smile and guides Sua away to change back into their normal clothes.
Ivan cheerfully waves them off, wrapping an arm around Till's waist. Hyuna is busy trying to order a new shirt, Luka peering at her phone screen over her shoulder, so they should be free to leave too. “We can go out for dinner too, if you want.”
“As long as you pick somewhere good.”
“I will.” He leans in close, his next words for Till alone. “If you want to put on your uniform again once we get home, we can work more on that litter.”
Till turns bright red. “You're such a menace.”
Ivan just grins. “If we're having a baby, we should also get married. Why don't we go ring shopping this weekend?”
“Where the fuck is the romance in that? Pick out a nice ring and give me a proper proposal, and maybe I’ll say yes.” Till's blush is consuming his face, but Ivan doesn't miss the way his eyes light up.
“Worth it to call you my husband.” He sweeps Till in for a kiss, and feels Till's smile against his own.
“Love you, you weirdo,” he whispers to Ivan once they part.
“Love you too, Till.”