A mess outta you

by DefinitelyIsNotMe

Summary:

For the past month, Till has found himself lost in clubbing in a certain block of the city he’s very unfamiliar with. He isn’t even sure how or why they even let him in. It looks so exclusive and so out of his league, he must have a lucky star for having the chance to even step foot in it.
The reason? He’s chasing after someone that’s gotten him completely around their finger. One single glance from afar, and Till’s heart pumps up like crazy. He’s aware he probably has no chance; that they got tons of options. He has seen it every night, how they’re always surrounded by tons of people, trying to get their chance to dance or invite them over for a drink. But God knows he’s tired of just watching. He has no clues, but Till’s certain he’s the one they’re looking for. So, one night, he decides to finally shoot his shot. What can go wrong? It’s not like Ivan hasn’t been daring him to approach him all these nights before.

Chapter 1: One track mind

Notes:

This fic was inspired by one track mind by Haiden Henderson. Because author is IvanTill sick and can't hear any song without thinking about this damn gays.
Anyways, enjoy! <3

Checking himself up in the mirror one last time, Till finally let out a soft sigh to calm his racing heart. The tight, high collar of his black turtleneck was kind of a bother at the moment. He felt even more sweaty than usual, the nervousness exposing him by making him a mess. He usually avoided tight clothing, but that turtleneck and those brown pants were the most formal-looking clothes he owned. Maybe his worn out black Converse gave out that he wasn’t fit for that kind of ambience, but gladly no one seemed to pay attention to his shoes in that club. Passing his wet hands through his bangs, he styled them back once more before leaving his spot in front of the mirror.

The music was loud enough to be heard even from the bathroom in the back of the club, where he was at the moment, trying to focus his mind before doing something he believed was the most stupid thing he had done so far. Clapping his cheeks to calm down a bit, the heat creeping from the back of his ears, he finally shook his tense shoulders as he aimed for the doorknob of the fancy stall.

 

The moment he stepped outside, the heated atmosphere immediately made his efforts to cool his mind completely vain. There were few people making out in the hallways in between the bathrooms and the main hall, simultaneously to which he could spot some other groups that were heading towards a more private area with obvious intentions.

Fuck, Till. Focus– First you at least need to talk before thinking of getting laid.

Making his way back to the main hall, he had to push his way through the dancing crowd to go back to the bar counter. He needed a bit of alcohol in his system to gain courage before even daring to approach the corner he had been setting his eyes on the entire night. Or all the other nights before that one.

 

Tired of the usual spots he used to spend his nights drinking in, Till had found out about this club wandering a bit deeper into the streets around a month ago. This area of the neighbourhood was one he usually avoided. Since it was full of snobby assholes, rich jackasses and well– you already get the idea. It was the fancy part of town; the expensive one, too. Stepping foot in one of the locals was a privilege in itself. Till wouldn't be surprised if someone told him that looking around included a tax as well. But as soon as his eyes settled over a certain pair of people entering that club, his whole world froze and he stopped minding about the area he had intruded in. They didn’t give a damn about the line waiting to enter. They flawlessly walked past him and all those around, minding their own world, and going straight to greet the bouncer at the entrance with a classy smile on their perfect faces.

The girl, her long, pink hair perfectly falling in waves over her exposed back, as her tight, black dress left little to the imagination regarding her good figure. And the guy that accompanied her had this whole aura of being terribly handsome and knowing it. His neat black suit moulded to his athletic and broad shape, too.

Till shouldn’t have been as surprised as he had been at the moment. Obviously, rich brats would have a matching charisma to feed up on their egos. But something ignited inside of him when he exchanged glances with one of them. Despite them looking at him from over the shoulder and between their lashes, the shiver that went through his spine fuelled an unexpected need to go in with them. Or, at least, with one of them.

 

And so began his little adventure around the most exclusive club in town.

He had been going in as many nights as he could in the past few weeks. Until he learned that this particular pair attended to private parties in it only on Thursdays and Saturdays. Since then, he adjusted his schedule to match theirs. He knew what he was doing was wrong and basically considered stalking. But he couldn’t care less at the moment. He was mesmerised from the first time their eyes met. It was as if something clicked inside his brain; a switch he couldn’t turn off, no matter how hard he tried.

Because he had tried to.

After the first night, he tried to forget about whatever chemical reaction had occurred in his brain. Tried to go on with his stupid, boring, and mundane life. However, it was impossible. A certain face would click into his brain anytime. It was absurd, they didn’t know each other, not even exchanged words or even knew each other’s names. Yet, he couldn’t forget the shape of their face, body, and how that fancy cloth matched that perfect hair, in which he desired to dig his fingers into.

So, he decided to indulge in the delusion a little. After all, it was clear they belonged to different worlds; there was no way anything could happen between them. At least, that’s what Till thought the first night he managed to get into the club and watch them from afar while having a single, simple drink –which was as much as he could afford in that club. However, as time dragged on, he noticed that, whenever he was in the club, he wasn’t the only one staring.

At first, he thought that he had been caught looking. That would obviously bother anyone; to be observed by someone as lowly as him, when you’re clearly above and he doesn’t even deserve to lick the edge of your shoes. But that wasn’t it. It was evident that there was a clear interest. Till knew, since the looks he was receiving were the same he was giving. Therefore, his attempt to drown out his curiosity and fascination turned out into making him even more focused on one simple task: to own those eyes, body, and… completely mess up that polished, refined appearance.

And God, was he a stubborn one.

 

So far, his advances had been none, though. Till was too conscious of the abysmal difference between them to even dare to think about making any move at all. 

Chugging down what would be his only possible shot of the night, he let out a deep breath, as the heat and bitterness of the alcohol burned down his throat and crawled up to his head. He certainly wasn’t going to be drunk enough to let himself loose just with one shot.

Fake it till you make it, I guess. He thought, as he turned his head over his shoulder to watch over his target.

As usual, a neat appearance. Fancy and expensive looking clothing. Surrounded by a group of people of the same ‘pedigree’. While the other one was right behind them.

That girl didn’t seem to ever leave the spot beside that man at all. Till had at first feared they both were already a couple, but in a previous night, he had seen how the guy was successfully dragged onto the dance floor by another young woman. And that pink haired girl, his company, hadn’t even batted an eye or made any face about it. So, at least, Till could discard the idea of them being with each other out of his list.

Tonight, however, it seemed like he had chosen the worst time to set his mind to finally do it. If it was just the two of them, he could at least try to meddle a bit, to separate the two and be alone with the only one he was interested in. But, being surrounded by that many people, it was a matter of time one of those random people stole it from him.

Clicking his tongue, Till tried to chug down the single drop that remained in the bottom of his shot glass.

“Should I serve you another shot, sir?” The waiter's voice brought Till back to the present.

“No… I’m okay, thanks.” He tried to nonchalantly brush it off when, in fact, he was embarrassed to have been caught skimping on a few drops of alcohol.

 

As soon as he made sure his tab was taken care of, despite the big hit it meant for his wallet, Till turned around in his stool and focused his sharp, teal eyes in the distance. It seemed like it was his chance to go, since the crowd that was previously in his way was now receding, as they all waved in what seemed to be a goodbye towards the duo. Now, all that was left to do was to separate them.

It shouldn’t be difficult… Make yourself interesting. Act mysterious or whatever. Nodding his head, he jumped off his seat. With both hands in his pants pockets, he started walking closer to the secluded corner in which the guy and the young girl seemed to be enjoying a light conversation. Laughing softly, too.

Despite the loud banging of the music all around him, the only thing Till could hear was his own heartbeat, that seemed to beat louder than any low of the music the DJ was mixing.

He had to reach for the of his turtleneck, too suffocating around his throat to his liking, to allow a bit of air to go through. 

Was his hair looking good? Was his fit passable enough to not look too out of place? Was his face too red, or did the dimly lit ambient help him to hide the brush creeping up from behind his ears? Till couldn’t help but overthink even more as he stepped closer to the pair, making his way, pushing some of the carefree, drunk dancers as he did.

 

Soon, Till found himself being scrutinised by two pairs of eyes. 

The big, round, lime ones glanced up at him with curiosity, almost innocent looking. If it hadn’t been for the knowing smirk and the way she tilted her head slightly, Till would have bought her feigned act of naivety.

On the other side, a pair of two deep, dark eyes completely studied him from head to toe. And he wasn’t hiding it, which made Till a bit more nervous, as he tensed up his stance and glanced back at the guy. Till could’ve sworn his pupils were red, but probably that was just a reflection of the club lights on those void-like eyes of the young man.

“Sorry to interrupt your chit-chat, princess.” Till moved his eyes back to those of the curious girl, who were still fixated on his face, different to her partner's antics. “Can I borrow this big guy from you for a moment?”

 

As soon as he finally managed to finish his sentence without stuttering, Till took his time to glance down at the pair from that close. He had never thought he would be allowed near them. And, if it was even possible, they looked even more charming from close up.

She was a literal goddess, her figure well surrounded by the dark, navy, glittery dress she had decided to wear for the night. The part of her collar covered her neckline completely this time, but the translucent, thin cloth it was made of gave away that the girl knew exactly where her best features were and how to make good use of them.

But Till couldn’t care less.

His eyes now examined up and down the body of the one that shamelessly scrutinised him as soon as he stepped foot closer. It seemed like he had decided to go with a less formal looking fit for the night. A plain black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow level. No tie on, and even letting loose the first two buttons, so his defined collarbone was out for Till to gawk upon. A pair of white, tight pants covered those thick thighs of his. And the way he had one leg crossed over another just potentially increased the thickness of what Till desired to be his seat for the rest of the night. As he slowly rocked up and down his foot, his expensive loafers beamed polished, under the club lights.

 

Swallowing hard, Till centred his gaze again on the girl who seemed not to have processed his words. She blinked slowly, with wide eyes.

“Huh?” She hummed softly, as if asking Till to repeat himself. That made the poor guy even more of a nervous mess. All his previous bravery slipped through his sweaty fingers, still hidden in his pockets.

“Can I–?” He pressed his lips together before stuttering a bit as he frowned, cursing himself inwardly. “Forget it.” Trying to act nonchalant, he shrugged, as he turned on his heels, trying not to feel the mortifying shame dragging him down.

“Wait.” A deep, low voice stopped him. Till turned to glance over his shoulder to see the dark haired guy move his head to the side. “Mizi, go with them. I'll join you soon.”

The girl, who Till now knew was called Mizi, looked at her friend with a small pout on her lips. After letting out a sigh, she compelled and her pout on her pink painted lips turned into a wide smile.

“Okay, okay… We'll solve this later, I guess. Buh-bye. Take your time~.” She waved cheerfully as she went somewhere down a hallway that was guarded by two not-so-friendly looking men. But as she showed them some type of card, she easily was allowed through, as she waved back at the both of them, now alone.

 

At first, his teal eyes focused on the disappearing girl's figure in the distance. Not because he found her more interesting than the sight he had ahead of him. But rather, because he was now even more nervous about having achieved what he wanted: to be alone with him . Now what? He hadn't expected to get this far.

“So?” Unfortunately for Till, the other man broke the silence first, and he couldn't help but snatch his eyes upon him again as soon as he spoke up.

Magnetic attraction. Till's eyes immediately locked in with his, unable to look away, as those dark orbs absorbed him in, like a void he’d gladly drown in.

And it was not like the other hadn't noticed. The smug smirk that drew on his lips proved so. He was enjoying the attention very much.

“Was your plan to simply stand there? Come. Sit.” With a soft pat of his big hand, he motioned Till to sit beside him on the couch in that secluded corner. Despite having some chairs just across from him. He was daring Till to come closer. And, of course, he would take the bait.

Moving slowly around the low table, Till took a seat beside him. Flopping down onto the soft cushions, he tried to act as nonchalant as he could be. Keeping his legs spread, hands resting over his lap loosely. Trying to hide the trembling mess he actually was, hoping the other wouldn't be able to hear the rushed beat of his heart, or see the blush on the tips of his ears that threatened to conquer all of his face.

Black eyes never stopped following every single one of his movements. Those dark, thick eyebrows raised slightly at the sudden quietness of the newcomer. Till knew that, in order to break the ice, he should either explain himself or say something. But the knot in his throat prevented him from even breathing properly, despite his efforts to look normal.

How should he start the conversation?

Should I say something sweet? Something deep? 

Hey, handsome, are you from Tennessee? Know what I mean? Because you're a ten outta–. No. 

Fuck that. It's stupid. And corny.

“Shall we get some drinks?” Maybe the other had sensed his struggle. Maybe not. But actually, Till could make good use of a drink. Then he remembered the price, and…

“No, it's okay, I–.”

“I insist. It's on me.” Till was interrupted by the surprisingly sweet tone of the other that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. Oh, to hear that deep voice whispering sweet nothings into his ear all night.

Shrugging his shoulders as if telling the other “do whatever”, Till tried to not fidget or start moving his leg, to prevent his nerves from slipping out even more.

 

With a flawless move of his hand, the dark haired guy called over a waiter and successfully ordered two new drinks for them. From the sound of its name, Till could tell it was an expensive brew. But if the other was paying for it, he shouldn't worry. Or, so he wanted to think. Since he really needed that drink now. And seeing the other was willing to spend his money and time on him, meant he wasn't wrong to guess their interest was reciprocal.

“So, you got me thrilled.” Once again, the deep, low voice of the other broke the silence between them. Despite the loud music blasting in the background, it was as if Till's ears were completely focused on catching the waves of the other man's voice. He heard him neat and clearly. Only him. “What did you want to be alone with me for?”

The way he was glancing at Till, while resting his cheek onto his palm, elbow resting over the table, as his whole body leaned towards him. Till was no expert in body language, but that clearly meant he got a chance of shooting his shot.

Timidly glancing at the other from the corner of his teal eyes, Till tried to speak through the knot in his throat, which made his voice come out in a sort of a soft growl.

“I want to fuck you.” He blurted out bluntly.

Those droopy eyes widened immediately upon hearing Till's bold declaration. He wasn't expecting the other to be so forward. And, by the shocked and embarrassed expression on Till's face, it was clear that he wasn't expecting his own words either.

Checking onto his silver smartwatch, the dark haired man mumbled.

“Okay… that's a new record, I guess.”

Something in the smug way he had spoken, made Till shiver once again.

Fuck, now he's gonna think I'm desperate. Why did you have to say that!?

It wasn't as if his statement wasn't true, but the way the other had dismissed it as an easy victory made Till feel kind of humiliated. Not that he disliked the feeling, though.

Just when he thought he wasn't going to be able to prevent his cheeks from finally exploding in red hues, their drinks arrived. As soon as the waiter left, Till got up as he grabbed his drink. In one desperate motion, he chugged it all down. Now, his face felt warmer than ever, but he could blame it on the drink.

Dark eyes continued to follow his every movement, visibly looking more confused by the second, as if every little action of Till was something he wasn't expecting to be witness of. Trying to get a better hold of himself, and disposing of any dignity left in him, Till spoke again.

“Well. In fact… To be a little more specific. I want you to fuck me .” Standing up while leaning on his left hand, pressed over the table, Till tried to put on a confident stance as he blurted out such embarrassing words.

 

Glancing down at the other man, he saw how he played with the ice cubes of his drink while looking up at him. That red hue in his deep eyes was there again, and somehow, Till knew it reflected in his clear eyes too. At first, it took the other a few seconds to react, until he finally leaned back onto the seat, putting one arm over the backrest of the couch and bringing his glass close to his mouth. But before he could even get a sip, he started laughing.

And Till's heart skipped a beat at the sight. The other man's ears were slightly red at the tip. And his plump, perfect lips opened up, showing his teeth. He saw a little crooked fang that popped up, breaking his perfect smile with its presence. But somehow, that little imperfection on that godly, sculpted face just made him even more perfect, if that was even possible.

Finally, the other took his sip, a smirk still lingering on his lips. Letting his glass back over the table, he rested his now free hand over his lap. Arm covering over his crotch, as he kept his legs crossed.

“Usually, people have some decency to make little chat first, but…” As he spoke, Till felt the sting of embarrassment tighten his chest. “Straightforwardness is surprisingly refreshing. I mean… If the intentions are clear, why beat around the bush?” He chuckled once again, as if he found the whole situation hilarious. And despite Till being sure he was mocking him, he couldn't help but still get aroused by the arrogant act of the other. Because it made him want to make him lose composure even more.

“So? Is that a yes?” Fiddling with his empty glass and refusing to let his ass sit again unless it was in the other's lap, Till kept his sharp glance as firm and defying as he could.

“May I have the pleasure of knowing your name first?” Raising one of his thick eyebrows, Till felt like he wasn't going to be able to put up with such little chat much longer.

“Till.”

“Till?” When he echoed his name, it gave him goosebumps. It was as if his whole body was longing to hear it once more.

“Yes?”

“I'll make sure you're pleasantly fucked tonight.” Smirking, the soft sigh that escaped Till's lips at his words didn't go unnoticed. “I'm Ivan.”

“Ivan?” Till repeated softly, as if testing how it rolled off his tongue. And his eyes didn't miss the way Ivan's muscles tensed after hearing his name from his lips. “How long are you going to keep me waiting, then, Ivan?”

Again, Till's eagerness surprised Ivan, who couldn't hide his surprised expression, that soon turned into a playful smile.

“Sorry, shall we go somewhere more private then?”

Despite the question being made, they both didn't need an answer to it. They already knew it was a yes. So, Ivan got up from his seat as he grabbed his drink to take another sip of it. He looked really calm, but the little trembling of his lips as he brought the glass closer didn't go unnoticed by Till.

“Follow me.”

 

With a steady pace, Ivan began walking towards the back area of the club. The one he had seen people heading to earlier when he came out of the bathroom. Excitement was clearly visible in Till's whole being.

Did he make it? Why was it that easy, though? Some part of Till felt slightly disappointed by how fast he had gotten his desired prize. After struggling to even approach him for a month, he wasn't expecting that simply by blurting out bullshit to him, he would get his chance. It felt almost surreal. As if he was simply dreaming. But soon, that uneasy feeling dissipated as Ivan opened the door of a room placed in an upper floor of the club he didn't even know existed. Just how big was that place?

Till had no chance to even think about what kind of person Ivan was, to be able to have his own VIP room at it. Because, as soon as he stepped foot in the room, he was more preoccupied with Ivan's presence behind him.

“So… how do you want it to be?” Ivan whispered from behind, as the door closed behind them.

It was small, with a couch large enough for several people to lay upon. A big, glass, low table at the centre, and its own minibar by the side. The walls were covered in velvety wallpaper, thick enough to make the whole space soundproof. And also soft looking. Probably fucking being pressed against it would feel heavenly.

Swallowing softly, Till tried to come up with an answer to Ivan's question.

“I… I don't know. Never thought I'd reach this far.”

Ivan chuckled lightly, and Till felt his soft breath tickling on his nape.

“Don't lie to me… There's no way you haven't fantasised about this one moment in the past month.”

As Ivan said those words, Till had no time to process their meaning. Since Ivan's fingers gently pressed against his chin, forcing it up. Lifting up his gaze, he noticed the slight height difference, now that Ivan was almost completely pressed against his back. His cheeks grew red, panic behind his eyes, as the other broke the distance between them.

“W-wait–.” Till stuttered, as he tried to shove the other's hand off.

Ivan raised one eyebrow as he reluctantly moved his fingers away from Till's chin. As soon as he did, the teal haired man retreated a few steps from him, going further into the room.

“What now? Having second thoughts?” Calmly, Ivan sipped down a bit more of his half empty glass. He didn't look bothered by the interruption, but his nonchalant calm ticked Till a bit.

“No. It's just that…” Till bit his lip slightly as he averted his gaze. It was as if his brain was reacting with delay, which put him in a difficult position. “Ugh–. I might need another drink.” Pressing his hand over his forehead, Till tried to calm a bit more. Which was impossible.

He was alone.

In a private room.

With the man he had been desiring for the last month.

Ironically, he hadn't got the time to think about why he was so attracted to a man in the first place. Because he never thought he swung that way. But it felt right to desire him. And he simply did. No second thoughts, up until now, that he was facing a dangerous reality.

“Okay…” Ivan simply shrugged as he walked closer to the minibar, going past him. 

 

As the dark-haired man brewed a new drink for him, Till had a little time to ponder. Great, he got alone in a room with a stranger to… hook up. Nothing too scandalous, if it wasn’t for the little fact that Till wasn’t one used to that kind of exchange.

What would become of him once the night was over? Would there be a second time? Third? An us?

Maybe he was thinking it too much, and he should simply enjoy the night as it was. But, it being his first inexplicably intense crush, Till felt unsure of leaving it after simply letting off some steam.

Getting closer to the mini bar, Till leaned over the counter as Ivan finished pouring some drink he didn’t even bother to check the label off.

“Do you… usually do this?” Till sheepishly asked, his eyes looking at Ivan through his lashes.

Thick eyebrows lifted at his timid question. “By this, do you mean serving drinks, or hooking up with the first person that tells me that wants to fuck with me in the night?” His question was genuine, but the indifference in his tone made Till believe he already knew the answer. And it was one that bothered him.

“The latter.”

“Kind of.” Ivan answered vaguely, as he held onto Till’s new drink. “What about you?”

Till reluctantly hammered his fingers against the cold marble of the counter, before giving Ivan his reply. “Not really. Least, with… uh, a guy.”

“Oh.” Ivan simply hummed, as he nodded softly. And Till could certainly tell his little smile was a condescending one. “So, you never had sex?”

“No! I have!” Till protested, maybe a little bit too much offended. Which made him frown and pucker up his lips slightly. “Just… not with another…” He stuttered his last words in a whisper.

“Hm? With another what?” Ivan knew the end of that sentence, but still pressed on, as he leaned over the other side of the counter, meeting Till’s dropped gaze.

Clicking his tongue, Till averted his gaze and put in some more distance. “Another man.”

“Ah, I see.” Ivan played with the new drink, making it spin a bit in the glass. “Does me being your first bother you?”

Leaning in again, Ivan offered Till the drink. But he could easily tell that the gesture implied more than him just accepting the alcohol. The way Ivan glanced up at him while being bent down a little to match his lowered gaze level made Till conscious of what his words really implied.

“... No.” He finally muttered, as he reached out to grab the glass.

 

In one swift motion, Ivan took the glass away from him and chugged down the liquor in it. And when Till was going to protest, he leaned over the counter even more, grabbing Till’s nape and pulling him closer in a kiss.

The unexpected act made Till hesitate for a second. He tried to pull away, but as he did, Ivan’s fingers dug in deeply onto the back of his head. Both hands now entangled in his messy teal hair, making him unable to pull away from the intense kiss. Till’s lips were now kind of forced open, because Ivan’s palms pressed slightly over his cheeks. And soon, a familiar burning feeling went down his throat.

With a satisfied smirk, Ivan leaned back as he wiped down a drop of alcohol that slid from the corner of his lips. Till was just too stunned to speak.

“So? Did the drink help you finally make up your mind?” Ivan teased, with a husky tone as he slowly made his way to the other side of the counter, resting beside Till while not losing sight of his perplexed and red face.

Opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water, Till couldn’t manage to find the words. Did the drink really help? No. In fact, he wouldn’t have noticed it if it wasn’t because it was one of the most bitter and strongest shots he ever got in his life. But that kiss? That certainly helped him settle his mind.

When Ivan was finally beside him, Till grabbed the collar of his black shirt and pulled him closer. And, as soon as he did that, Ivan didn’t hesitate to cup Till’s face as he let the other initiate a kiss he soon took control over.

 

Till’s lower back was tightly pressed against the counter behind him as Ivan pushed closer, his lips all over the other, seemingly not enough. But Till couldn’t care less. All his senses were focused on the expert moves of Ivan’s lips over his. The way his lips caressed his; how he knew which buttons to press to make him open up for him. And how, despite his resistance and attempts to make a move, his tongue was soon completely overpowered by the moves of Ivan’s. All Till could do was move his hands around Ivan’s neck. As soon as he did that, Ivan lowered his hands to pull his hips against his. And, as their hips met, Till was almost overwhelmed by a whimper as he was pressed against something hard.

"You... You're pretty good at kissing." Ivan groaned softly against his lips after parting just a tiny bit to be able to catch his breath a bit.

“Never said… I wasn’t. Till protested a bit, frowning through his blush.

Chuckling lightly, one of Ivan’s fingers reached up once again, pulling down Till’s lower lip a bit. Unconsciously, Till left his lips loose and at Ivan’s mercy.

“And you have a tongue piercing.” Ivan pointed out, as he bit onto his lower lip slightly, his thumb caressing Till’s lip, intruding in ever so slightly.

“Does it bother you…?” Till asked cautiously.

“Hm?” Ivan’s eyes glanced up, away from Till’s lips, for a second. And God, Till could’ve melted under the intensity of his eyes. “No… But it’s a new experience for me, too.” He finally answered with a smirk.

Just when Till wanted to comment on it, Ivan’s thumb finally made its way into his mouth, caressing the beaming silver ball resting over the crest of his tongue, with hunger in his eyes.

All Till could do was gasp softly and let it happen. Something about having his tongue so intently inspected made his knees weak, so he grabbed tighter onto Ivan’s hair, as his eyes wandered all around Ivan’s expression.

Fuck, I’m pathetic. But I just want this man to fucking fuck me already–.

His thoughts were interrupted as soon as Ivan passed his tongue alongside his, both their mouths open and looking directly into his eyes while doing so. Inevitably, a whimper escaped his lips again. There was something about the other man’s ways that made Till’s mind crumble.

 

Soon, Ivan’s tongue was all over his mouth again. Closing his eyes, Till just let himself go with the flow. He didn’t know when or how, but Ivan’s hands had grabbed onto his ass and was now effortlessly lifting him up off the floor. While still passionately kissing each other, Till didn’t hesitate to grab tighter onto Ivan’s hair. That earned him a soft groan that gave him literal chills.

Once Till's legs were forced around Ivan's hips, Ivan moved closer to the couch, continuing to conquer Till's mouth. He would’ve continued to make out over the counter, but given the other had been so nice as to inform him it was his first time getting his ass fucked, he had the decency to at least do so on a more comfortable surface.

Somewhere along the way, Ivan had managed to get off his Converse without Till even noticing. Sitting down on the sofa, Ivan let Till sit on his lap, making him straddle him. 

 

Fucking, finally! As Till receded to catch onto his mess of a breath, he took his time to take a little peek down. Or tried to, because as soon as he moved to set his eyes on Ivan's crotch, the other lifted up his chin and started nipping and licking at his jawline.

Soft little moans dared to escape Till’s mouth. He had to bite onto his lips and unconsciously grasped tight at Ivan’s shoulders.

“Are you not uncomfortable in this tight clothing?” Ivan teasingly whispered into his ear, before letting his tongue trace the ins and outs of it. Which immediately made Till all ticklish. Both the wet, cool sensation of Ivan’s saliva on his burning skin, and because he was hearing his breathing and the lewd sounds of his tongue moving too close to his ear.

“A– A little…” He managed to mutter out.

“Let me help you, then.” Leaving a soft kiss behind his ear, Ivan moved his hands up his hips and let his long, warm fingers slide under the hem of Till’s turtleneck.

How was it possible that, despite his body being completely burning up, Ivan’s hands still felt hot against his skin? The way his fingers left a heating trace as they slid up his V-line, sides, and lifted up all the cloth in the process made Till’s mind spin dizzy. As soon as the cloth reached his shoulder area, Till took care of pulling it out his head and dropping it to the side over the couch. But what he didn’t expect was that the next thing Ivan immediately did was bury his head into his chest, tracing the outlines of his pecs with his tongue until reaching out to his left pierced nipple.

“You have one here too… Should I expect any more?” Ivan teasingly whispered, as he moved the soft jewelry around, while covering Till’s nipple in his saliva. The pinkish area soon hardened up and erected, almost as hard as his dick now.

Fuck. Why does this feel so–.

Before even being able to finish processing the feeling, Ivan attacked his other nipple with his mouth, harmlessly nipping at it, while his fingers picked on the other softly, preventing it from getting any rest from stimulation. This made Till unable to give him a response. Not that Ivan cared.

 

Any attempt to silence his moans at that moment would be completely futile. Till never thought that his nipples were that sensitive, or maybe it was the sight of such a handsome man like Ivan licking them that got him so on edge. Whatever the reason, he had to forcefully pull Ivan’s head away with a tug on his hair after a while. To which Ivan groaned in protest, frowning a bit. He didn’t look happy at all. But then again, he didn’t say anything and moved his attention elsewhere.

Bringing Till’s face down onto his again, he started to hungrily kiss the boy on top of him with feverish passion. Without asking this time, one of his hands moved to unbuckle Till’s belt. Till’s eyes opened as soon as he heard the familiar clicking sound. And tried to move his hips up to help the other to get rid of his pants. Because, honestly, he would rather not stain them, as it would be really difficult to get them clean afterwards. And so, he pulled back a bit from the kiss and looked down once again to help Ivan to pull his pants off. Yet again, Ivan forced his chin up and kissed him once again.

The first time, it was hot. The second made him a bit confused. But he didn’t press further, too lost in Ivan’s tongue to even comprehend his thoughts anymore.

With a bit of a struggle, soon his pants were accompanying his shirt somewhere in the depths of the couch. And now, Till was in his underwear while straddling Ivan. As soon as Ivan's kiss ended, he was surprised by his fingers being shoved into his mouth. Not too roughly, but definitely unexpected. So, Till was caught off guard by it in the first few seconds. Despite that, he started lapping his tongue around them and sucked in slightly. And feeling how the arm of the other tensed as soon as he submitted to the task made an inner sense of pride creep up on Till.

 

How much could he get out of Ivan if he acted a bit more handsy, like him? So far, it had only been him on the receiving end. Opening up his eyes, he glanced down at Ivan’s expression. Till could tell he was as mesmerised by the view as he was, and that made him smirk slightly as he gently nipped onto his fingers. That earned him a shuddering breath from Ivan. Satisfying enough, but yet, Till wanted more. Slowly, he moved Ivan’s fingers out of his lips and brought his mouth closer to Ivan’s neck. At first, he could tell the other was surprised to see him act on him. But when his tongue lapped at that vein on his neck he had been craving to taste since the moment he stepped closer and noticed his open neckline, Ivan breathed heavily into his ear. Since he didn’t stop him, Till continued to descend onto his exposed collarbone and traced its outline, while also gently sucking onto the skin here and there.

“I see you’re finally back to a bolder stance…” Ivan’s teasing remark that escaped out his lips, accompanied by a low groan, made Till shiver.

“I just guessed you’d need some help, too…”

“How considerate of you.” Ivan’s wet hand slid down his lower back and onto the hem of his boxers. Till tensed immediately. “But I think you should worry about yourself first…” That confident whisper shook up Till’s resolve.

And once again, when Till tried to drop down his gaze to see where Ivan was heading –despite having a good idea already– he was once again forced to look up.

Now, that made him a bit mad.

“Why don’t you let me look down?” He scoffed, visibly annoyed. Ivan simply smiled, his right hand fingers stopping midtrack, pressing slightly over the soft flesh of Till’s ass cheeks.

“I’m guessing you came at least a bit prepared for this, right?” Ivan avoided the question, while his left hand over Till’s cheek pressed further, restricting his head movements.

“W–what?” The question genuinely confused Till.

“Your ass.” Ivan chuckled. “Y’know what? Even if you didn't, it's okay…” He continued to slowly slide down his fingers, completely under Till’s boxers now. Shamelessly grabbing one of his glutes now. Squishing it softly.

“Ah–.” Pressing his lips softly and trying to hide the uneasiness in his expression, Till’s thoughts clicked in with delay. “No. I did take care of that beforehand. I’m not as… ignorant.” He pouted.

“Oh.” Ivan’s gaze snapped back up onto Till’s eyes. And something in the way he looked at him made his heart skip a beat. “So, you really expected to reach this far tonight… You little liar.” Ivan bit softly on his earlobe as he whispered those words in a playful tone.

“That's not–. What I–. Fuck…”

 

While trying to defend himself, Till was suddenly forced to bend over a little more since Ivan slid down his boxers fully. And having his needy, erect dick being hit by the cold air, and finally free from the tight grasp of his boxers, made him whine softly involuntarily.

Once again, Till tried to look down. This time, just purely out of reflex, to check upon himself. But Ivan’s fingers over his cheek prevented him from doing so. However, as soon as he was going to protest, Ivan interrupted him by speaking up first.

“I just didn’t want to scare you… But I see you’re well doted on, too.” That playful, teasing comment made Till both proud and a bit worried at the same time.

There was only one thing he could mean by that.

And just then, finally, Ivan freed his head movements, while undoing his own pants just the necessary to expose his own hardened cock.

Obviously, the first thing Till did with his newfound looking freedom was to finally glance down at their exposed lower halves. And the sight made his breath go away. Ivan's comment was actually not too far from the truth. Both their dicks, now standing almost brushing beside each other, were barely an inch different in size. Literally, if they smashed them together, now that they were both fully aroused, his tip would almost be aligned with Ivan’s. Which obviously meant trouble for him –or his ass, more specifically. Since he wasn't precisely little to begin with.

“See? Now you got all that worried look over your face…” Ivan pouted playfully as he purposely whispered in a low purr, moving Till’s hips closer so their dicks would be pressed against each other’s now.

“N-no! It’s just that–.” Till stopped his own words by pressing his lips together. Okay, he couldn’t deny it. He was indeed worried that thing would even fit in his poor, virgin asshole.

“Hmmm… Guess you don’t want to get a taste of your own medicine… Gonna retreat at the finish line?” Ivan continued to tease him by whispering in that mischievous tone close to his ear.

“Ugh–. Shut up!” He felt really embarrassed as the other continued to pick on him and his hesitation.

Widening his smirk, Ivan moved both his hands now to fully grasp onto Till’s ass. Which made the boy whine slightly.

“Such a shame… You’re so caked up, I was certain you could handle it…”

 

Every word Ivan spoke, Till felt even more conscious of the whole situation, and so did his embarrassment increase. His face would probably be as red as a tomato now. Thank God they were in a dimly lit room. Yet, he had a hunch his blush was still very much likely obvious to Ivan, who seemed to enjoy it.

“I can settle for a simple handjob… but damn, I’ll be disappointed after being promised much more…” Ivan continued to speak and squish his ass too, as if his words of refusing at the chance of his ass were not a possibility.

“Shut it. Never said I was quitting.” Offended, Till finally managed to spit out his words in a kind of harsh tone. Ivan raised one thick eyebrow and chuckled afterwards. “Just do your job right, and there shouldn’t be any problem. Right, big guy?” With a pout on his lips, Till reproached.

Ivan’s smile widened, his crooked fang peeking out his lips. It looked almost cute, if it wasn’t for the fact that Till knew he had basically jumped onto the trap he had set, and now was revelling in the desired outcome. Not that he was bothered, though. He was desperate for that dick up his ass, regardless of whether it was a good idea or not.

 

“Okay, then… Since you’ve been a good boy and already prepared for me… Who am I to refuse?” Ivan spoke once more, as if trying to make sure he had Till’s consent to what was coming up next. And his soft nod and daring frown gave Ivan all he needed to softly slide his finger between Till’s ass cheeks.

His first response was to grab onto Ivan’s shoulder and lean over him, in an unconscious attempt to escape his fingers. But as soon as he did that, he found his dick pressed right onto Ivan’s and caged between both their lower abdomen. A soft moan escaped his mouth, and he had to rest his forehead on Ivan's shoulder, trying to hide his reaction to prevent from embarrassing himself even more. If that was even a possibility.

Ivan looked to disagree with this action at first, but he didn’t say anything.

Sliding his fingers over both their tips, he made use of Till’s pre cum and smeared it on his fingers to make them a bit more slippery. Then, as gently as he could be, he slid one into Till. Slowly, and checking the other’s reaction to the intromission. But the way he whined and clung to him made Ivan fight the urge to simply shove them deep in him.

The sensation was weird and unfamiliar. But honestly, Till was so excited at this point that the slightest discomfort he might have felt, instantly turned into pleasure. The fact that, every time he squirmed, his dick was delightfully brushed against Ivan’s throbbing cock, just made him even more focused on the task of letting himself loose as soon as possible, to have it throbbing inside instead.

 

Both of them were so focused on the lewd sounds of the flesh and fluids that no more words could make way between their ragged breaths.

Once a finger felt comfortable moving around, Ivan slid in a second one. Which made Till tense a little bit again, but to soothe him –and also himself, a bit – he started to stroke both their dicks with his other hand.

“Does it feel good?” He huskily asked, making Till simply whine in a needy way in response. “Fuck…”

The sudden curse made Till raise his face up from Ivan’s crook of the neck. As he glanced at Ivan, he noticed how he almost matched him in the way his cheeks tinted red, from his ears. His lips slightly parted, brows furrowed, as if he was struggling to hold in. And he couldn’t blame him, he was pretty much the same too.

Bringing his lips closer to the other, Till whispered softly as soon as their hot breath mixed. “Fuck me already, Ivan.”

Ivan bit down onto his lower lip, a bit too harshly, since Till could feel the pointy end of his snaggletooth sink onto the flesh. But despite the pain, he found a certain likeness in the action. It was as if he was tempting a beast, and it had been kind enough to simply warn him with a soft nip.

However, no warning was gonna make Till hold back now.

“Ivan. Do it.” He purred softly once again, and when Ivan tried to growl in protest, he silenced him with a deep kiss, as he started to bounce his hips over his fingers. As if showing him he was more than ready –and desperate– for him.

When Till leaned back, a trail of saliva purposely left behind to tie their tongues together, even though the kiss had ended. And when Till’s eyes met that deep, hungry gaze of Ivan, he knew there was no turning back now.

 

Soon enough, he found himself pinned down on the couch. Ivan lost no time in laying him on his back and moving between his legs. Consequently, Till’s legs, once resting at both sides of Ivan’s thick thighs, were now found spread and up with his knees almost brushing against his chest, since Ivan was pressing down on him.

“Ready, pretty boy?” Ivan whispered in his ear as he reached over a cabinet on the centre table, from which Till presumed he grabbed a condom. Or maybe two. Because he could bet he felt his fingers sliding one over his dick, as well. He couldn’t care less.

“Yes…” He breathily answered, as he braced for it. In the good sense of the sentence.

Something about the sight of Ivan, still halfway clothed, while aligning with his rear, made Till’s heart skip a beat. While he was literally naked, the other still looked as neat and polished. As if nothing had affected him. The only thing that looked slightly out of place were his bangs. Because Till had messed up his hair a bit by grabbing at it. But now, instead of being styled fully back, some rebel strands fell upon his forehead.

And damn, how does he look even hotter like this…?

Yet the thought didn’t click in Till’s mind yet. Didn’t get the time to, either, since all he could start to focus on was the feeling of Ivan’s sheathed dick making way into his asshole.

The reaction was immediate. Till’s mouth opened fully as he let out a muffled moan. Head throb back, resting over the cushion and facing the ceiling. Not for too long, since he could barely prevent his eyes from half blinking. So, he simply closed them to prevent them from making him look even more submissive than what he already knew he looked.

How and why did getting his ass filled with Ivan’s dick feel so good?

Whatever the reason was, soon he was sure he was seeing Heaven itself, because once Ivan made his way fully in, his tip brushed upon a certain spot that made his whole back arch in a way he didn’t even know he could make.

“Am I doing a good job?” Ivan teasingly muttered between harboured breaths, as he simply kept his hips still while glancing down at Till with a smug smirk on his lips.

“No… fuckass… for that, you’d need… to fucking move.” Till complained, with difficulty, the overwhelming sensations.

Chuckling amusedly, Ivan rested his hands over Till’s hips as if preparing himself to do exactly just that. “I gotta say… I’m a bit disappointed that I didn't find any more piercings down here….”

“Shuddup and–. Ah!”

 

Till’s protest was interrupted by his own loud moan, since Ivan mercilessly rocked his hips back and thrust in deep again. And he wasn’t able to complain once again, since the movements of the other against his insides left him no room to focus on forming any coherent words.

Once, twice, thrice… Every time Ivan rocked his hips forward, the clashing sound of flesh, accompanied by the intense sensations up his ass, made Till lose a little bit of his mind. And sometimes, in between thrusts, there was a certain spot Ivan seemed to reach that shook his whole being in the most fucking pleasing way he could’ve ever imagined. He never felt so satiated and hungry at the same time. It was as if, with every bit of it that Ivan gave him with his inches, the more Till desired to stick to that sensation forever.

It wasn’t a rushed pace, but certainly not a slow one, either. Till was unsure how much stamina the other possessed, but to be able to move with such a precise and unwavering stance was certainly something not everyone could achieve. And, fuck, it was making him lose his damn mind.

Opening one of his eyes, Till dared to try to glance at Ivan as he pounced on him.

Probably the greatest mistake of his life.

Ivan was focused. And when I say focused, I mean deeply tranced. With the way Till’s body bounced every time he deep thrusted in. His dark, thick brows furrowed because of all the willpower he was putting into not coming right away from such a fucking delightful sight he was feasting upon. The way he glanced down at Till, how his arm veins throbbed as he grabbed tighter onto Till’s hips while pushing in. How small beads of sweat rolled down his chin, onto his collarbone. Drops Till wanted to catch with his tongue at the moment. This man looked so fucking good while fucking, Till was sure he was hallucinating at this point.

 

“Like what you see?” Upon noticing Till’s gaze gawking at him, Ivan playfully asked, between gasps and muffled moans.

“Can I… stay here forever?” Till managed to reply. An answer that clearly Ivan didn’t expect, because his eyes opened wide. And his movements slowed down a bit.

That made Till pout a bit, as he was really getting into the zone by now. But before he could complain, he found himself manhandled and shifted to rest on fours now.

“H-hey…!” Protesting against being deprived of the view, Till found his face pushed deep into the cushions by Ivan’s hand.

“I think you’re getting too comfortable for a bottom, sweet cheeks.” He teasingly answered, while nipping on his ear.

Now, Till could feel all of Ivan’s weight pressing down onto his back, and before he could get a moment of respite, Ivan started banging him at a faster speed now. Not roughly, though, but by the way he was literally crushing underneath his body and against the couch, it would pretty much look like it from the outside.

Somehow, with the new position, it was easier for Ivan to reach his prostate deep in his ass in every thrust. So, Till found it futile to protest when he was dragged immediately over Cloud Nine. His hands grabbed onto whatever he could, which happened to be the edges of the couch. His trembling legs almost gave him up, but Ivan’s firm grasp under his hips with his arm made sure to keep them up for him to continue fucking him without problem. And when Till thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better, Ivan nuzzled onto his nape.

Till could easily feel the heat of Ivan’s face, his sweat, his hot breath. And soon, his lips and tongue caressing his neck from behind.

“I-Ivan–. I’m close… Fuck. I’m gonna–.”

Moaning even louder, Till couldn't help but roll his eyes as he tried to clutch onto the little bits of restraint he could find. Which were none. And the fact that Ivan bit hard onto his skin only made the knot he had tried to hold onto unravel fast and furiously. With his whole body made a trembling mess, Till finally came with a loud, whiny whimper that resonated in the room.

Once Ivan noticed Till’s body was barely holding up, because of his strength and not out of his own will, he finally slid off Till after slowing down his pace. Gently, he let his body finally rest upon the couch, and Till couldn’t help but let out a soft, relieved gasp at it.

 

After a while of simply hearing each other trying to calm down their breaths, Till rolled off his side to rest on his back and look up at Ivan, who still rested on his knees between Till’s legs. Ivan shone a bit under the low coloured lights of the room, and if Till hadn’t been feeling a bit tired, he would’ve jumped at him for round two.

Then, a thought clicked in, and his eyes immediately focused on Ivan’s dick. That made the other chuckle lightly.

“What? Now you’re worried about me coming?” Teasingly, Ivan flicked Till’s forehead, an action that made him confused and frown instantly.

“What was that for?”

Ivan simply shrugged his shoulders as he slid off his loaded condom off his half hard dick.

“Don’t worry, as you can see, I did finish too, Mr. Selfish.”

Till found himself both embarrassed and annoyed by the way Ivan seemed to start messing with him now.

“Is this the way you usually deal with the aftercare? Because it sucks.” Till scoffed.

Laughing loudly while moving off the couch, to Till’s disappointment, Ivan dropped the preservative into a nearby trashcan as he fixed his pants. "I don't usually have to deal with any aftercare, you see."

Till lifted one eyebrow and frowned at the same time, his expression flickering because of Ivan’s confusing words.

“You can rest in this room as much as you need. If you don’t feel sore, you should check the door at the back. There’s a bathroom there.” Still refusing to give him an answer, Ivan started to calmly explain to Till what to do next.

“You’re leaving me here?”

“Oh, sorry, sweet cheeks. But, as you already know… I have a party to attend to.” Despite his cold, dismissive words, Ivan walked closer to press a soft kiss upon Till’s forehead, who was fighting to prop himself up to sit on the couch.

These contradictory actions made Till not know how to interpret them.

“Ivan.” Panickedly, Till grabbed onto his wrist, stopping him midway.

And just when Ivan hummed and glanced down at him, the thought finally clicked in. Till hadn’t got what he wanted just yet. Those eyes, that body, he didn’t own them. And it was clear the one who got his appearance all messed up was him, not Ivan. The fucker still looked pretty much unaffected, as if he hadn’t been fucking at all.

“Will I ever see you again?” Till grasped tighter onto Ivan’s wrist, his desperate act not going unnoticed by the other.

He must’ve clearly looked pathetic. Naked, all messed up, and begging for the other, unaffected part to not leave him. But what was dignity?

Ivan turned around again. Hovered over the couch, and when Till let go of his hand, said arm rested at the backrest. Caging Till between his body, his arm, and the armrest of the couch, Ivan smirked while Till gulped down silently.

“You really wanna stay close to me?”

“Yes. Tell me what I need to do to stay next to you. And I’ll make it happen.” Till held his gaze, not backing down on his statement despite Ivan’s serious glance.

Ivan smirked as he leaned in closer, the tips of their noses brushing against each other.

“See you on Saturday, Till.”

After muttering those words and teasingly leaving him almost tasting the kiss on his lips, Ivan dropped a blanket over Till’s exposed body before heading for the door. Once he reached for the doorknob, he waved his hand without even turning around, before finally leaving Till all alone in the VIP.

 

Grasping tightly onto the edge of the blanket, Till scoffed as he glanced at himself. Groaning and frustratedly ruffling his hair, he threw a little tantrum. Letting off his frustration, as he kicked his legs. A very foolish move, because soon he felt a little sting on his rear that made him stiff as a stick.

“Fuck…”

Shaking his head, and setting up his resolve, Till tried to calm down, letting out all the air out his lungs.

He wants to see me again… So, I guess it’s not that bad. Next time… I’ll make sure to make a mess outta you. Mark my words, Ivan.

 

 

 

 

Notes:

4k words of smut, I'll be damned (and horny, apparently)
Hope you enjoyed it! As for now, it's staying as an inconcluded one-shot. I want to fully finish my other IvanTill JockEmo fanfic –but apparently I was too needy for writing some smut, and therefore here we are.
I have over five more IvanTill fanfic ideas, save me. "( – ⌓ – )

Anyways, if you liked it, don't forget to leave some kudos, and comments! (Please, I enjoy reading and replying to y'all!)
If this reaches enough people and I see you guys like the idea, I might feel pressured to continue it (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

Chapter 2: Seeing stars

After waiting for some time, letting his mind and body cool down, Till came to the conclusion that Ivan really had left him there on his own and wasn't going to come back. Having come down from the sheer ecstasy Ivan had sparked within him, now all that was left was a bitter aftertaste. He was annoyed. Mad, even. Okay, he kind of expected it to be finished quickly. But, at least Ivan could've had some decency and accompanied him through the end of the night. Not simply dismiss him as good as done. 

He's a total asshole.

Yet, he still liked the idea of meeting again. So, once he came up with terms with it, he moved his exposed body off the couch. Not even caring to grab his clothes, as he made way to the bathroom that the other pointed to be at the back.

It was incredibly surreal how fast he had gotten what he believed out of his reach for the whole month. Till had noticed earlier, but the way Ivan simply didn’t question and just let him get what he wanted made him more annoyed.

Did that asshole become so used to hook ups, he simply didn’t care anymore of choosing people? Or was there something else Till was failing to see? He hadn’t time to focus on the idea before, but now that he had tons of free time on his own, Till's brain worked to try to come up with whatever possible reason pissed him off the least.

Realistically speaking, probably it was the first conclusion he had come up with. Ivan could have anyone he desired by a simple flick of his fingers. So maybe he was just interesting enough to have sparked some curiosity in him. Or perhaps he felt that his body count was a medal counter, or something of the sort, and thus Till was simply another one of his cherished trophies for his ego. Or perhaps Ivan just needed someone to fuck quickly, and he did the trick. Whatever the reason was, Till wasn’t going to simply let it rest.

Feeling embarrassed of the reflection he had of himself as soon as he stepped foot into the bathroom, Till clicked his tongue as he reached the small shower, to cleanse the sweat, saliva and other fluids off his body.

On Saturday… You will fuck me again, and I’ll make sure you end up looking as pathetic as I do now.

Walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a small towel around his hips  –one he barely managed to find to dry himself amongst lube, enemas and whatever else was all around those cabinets– Till went back to the couch to sit and scroll through his phone. Not even bothering to dress up yet, as if he had the whole night to do so. Worst case scenario was Ivan walked in on him still naked and fucked him again –which wasn’t exactly bad if you asked him.

Checking his bank account on his phone app, he let out a deep sigh at the low amount displayed on screen.

Okay, maybe next Saturday will be my last chance to even get to see him again…

 

It was not like he had to pay to enter the club –surprisingly– but there was a certain hidden rule of at least having a drink if you didn't want to be kicked out of it. But, hell, the drinks were as expensive as one of his kidneys. He had just a modest salary from some part-time jobs, working as a delivery guy. So, unless he wanted to starve himself for the next two months, he needed to stop having the single drinks he was getting twice a week in that club.

He was still unsure how he even managed to get in when it looked all exclusive and shit. But, if it gave him the chance to see Ivan, he was happy to overlook it as of now.

Getting up and dropping the wet towel onto the table in front of him, he finally grabbed back his underwear from the couch. His clothes were all scattered around, and it both fascinated and bothered him how easily Ivan had managed to get him undressed.

He's slick with his hands…

Blushing hard as he frowned, he tucked his shirt into his pants, and after making sure his appearance was decent, he left the room. He wasn't going to care about leaving the towel in an appropriate place, or to tidy up a bit of the cushions of the couch. He felt like acting like a brat, since Ivan acted like a jerk in the first place, leaving him alone after fucking him. Till knew probably the other wasn't in charge of the cleaning, but –whatever.

 

As he made his way out of the room and down the stairs, he could feel a lot of eyes watching him in the shadows. There were a lot of security and exclusive access points in the back of that club. Which made Till wonder, once again, what kind of person Ivan was to get his hands on such an exclusive service?

Despite it all, no one told him anything, and soon he was welcomed by the cold night breeze. Taking a big, deep breath, he filled his lungs with fresh air and let himself calm down. Helmet in hand, he walked towards the place he had left his bike parked. Once he spotted it, he ruffled his hair, indecisive about driving back home. He was really feeling good since he held his liquor just fine. But he was sure he exceeded the limits, because the few shots he had were strong. And the last thing he needed now was to get himself another thing to pay for if police found him drunk driving.

Bumping his head onto the helmet in his hands, he reluctantly held onto it and started walking past his bike. It would be a long walk back home, but hopefully, having taken his time to rest at the VIP, his legs weren't as useless as he first thought they would be after getting his ass fucked.

He would go back to fetch his bike tomorrow morning.

 

Still inside the club, Ivan was enjoying a drink as he sat beside Mizi, who seemed engrossed in conversation with some girls that, clearly, just were doing so in hopes of getting Mizi's spot beside Ivan.

Ivan wasn't paying attention to what they were talking about, though. His mind lost elsewhere, as he fiddled with the glass in his hand.

“... too long.” Mizi's half sentence brought him back to the present. As he moved his head towards her, he noticed she was talking to him now, their undesired company long gone.

“Hm?” Ivan raised one of his thick eyebrows, as he finally took a sip of his more than watered down drink, since the ice had melted from holding it in his hand for a while.

“I said, how did it go with that guy? You usually don't take too long.” Mizi repeated herself as she let her back rest against the couch comfortably.

“Oh.” Ivan immediately smiled as he set his dark gaze upon the clashing little cubes of ice. “I owe you that purse you wanted. Remember to get it when we go shopping next week.”

“Ha! I knew it!” Mizi celebrated with a cheeky little laugh as she shrugged and tilted her head proudly. “Told you he was glancing more at you than me.”

“I thought he just did that because I always stared back. Y'know, it's my job to scare them off…” Ivan chuckled as he bit his lip, trying to not get too worked up while remembering the sights he had of Till not too long ago.

“Yeah, I know. But I told you he wasn’t giving you death glares like the other dudes do! He was clearly undressing you with his gaze.” Mizi nodded softly as she spoke with a confident smirk, grabbing her own strawberry daikiri from the table to take a sip at it. “So?” She turned around with a gleam in her lime eyes.

“So what?” Ivan acted as if he wasn’t aware of what the girl was trying to press on.

“As I said, you took a while. What did you guys do?”

Ivan sighed, however, a grin appeared again on his lips. “... You can get the matching heels, too.”

“Yes! Let’s cheer!” She needed no further explanation, and soon, both their glasses clinked.

 

…

 

The skies were clear, and definitely, the whole area shrouded a different vibe when in daytime. Till tried his best to fit in with the people walking past him on the streets, but thanks to the clear sunlight, he was no match for the picky eyes of the snobs. They easily picked out that his clothes weren't from any brand. Or maybe he stood out like a sore thumb, because he had a bike helmet tightly grasped under his arm. Clearly, none of these rich brats would bother to have such a dangerous vehicle if it wasn’t just for show. Most of them probably were used to drive expensive sports cars, or have their own chauffeurs take care of their rides around.

Shrugging his shoulders, Till simply continued to make his way towards where he left his bike parked last night.

He had been so preoccupied with Ivan, going back and forth between his apartment and the club, that he hadn't even had a chance to take in the sights around the buildings and stores. He knew this block of the town was known for all the fancy facilities and expensive brand stores that seemed to group on the whole street. But walking through these places while in broad daylight was making him realise how much of a difference there was. To the point of believing he wouldn’t be surprised if anyone thought he was some kind of beggar, and soon, someone would call the police on him.

 

He was used to those types of glances, though. Having been raised in a humble household, Till grew in between financial difficulties and causing some trouble for his mom. She had to raise him all on her own, since his bastard of a dad flew God knows where as soon as he was expected. He was the fatherless kid everyone pitied on; the troublesome kid that deserved better; the child that needed harsh scolding for raising his voice at the adults; or the poor little one that had no chance at securing his future because he was a good kid and refused to study in order to help his mom with the flower shop. Whatever opinion others had of him, most of the time was never a good one. But Till couldn’t care less. All he cared for was to make his mom happy, live his life freely, and survive the day. Or at least that's what he told himself.

As he was lost in his own thoughts, suddenly, some cheerful little laughs of some young ladies that passed by him snapped him back to reality. At the mention of a certain name, of course.

“Look! It’s Ivan’s ad. Isn’t he so handsome?”

“God! Ivan, just one chance~.” Her friend cried out in a soft whisper.

Till raised his head and tried to find whatever the girls in front of him were giggling about. And he froze on the spot as he caught a glimpse of the big billboard on a building, displaying what he guessed was a perfume spot with Ivan’s face all over it. Smiling down at him with that confident, smug grin on his lips. His snaggle tooth meticulously popped from his curving lips as his big hands held onto the perfume bottle that was to be advertised.

Of course the fucker is a model… That explains a lot of things.

The smugness in his smile. How he held himself high, knowing he was charming and handsome. His whole aura giving off the ‘unreachable’ vibe. Of course, he had them well placed, the jerk lives off his looks. Winning a couple of hearts to keep his bed warm must have been a piece of cake for him.

Yet that wasn’t going to make Till back off. If anything, it made him kind of proud of himself.

As he walked past the girls who gave him a nasty look of pure disgust, Till couldn’t help but smirk. He winked at them and playfully showed them his tongue, in a childish kind of way. They didn’t know, but he was telling them, ‘Fuck off, I got to fuck with him. And will do it again’.

 

Now knowing Ivan was a model –and pretty much away from a single click on Internet search– Till spent his evening after work getting himself well informed about who he wanted to be his full-time affair for as long as this fling lasted.

According to the internet, he was raised in a businessman's household. Rich from the start, a nepo baby who made his way in the industry because his father worked through his connections to put his son in the spotlight as soon as he pointed manners and showed some kind of charming aura. Opinions about him were mixed, despite the way he secured a place in advertisements and publicity, using his father's money instead of working hard for it... No one could deny he had a natural talent for modelling, and his charming face was unforgettable.

So, he’s not only handsome. He’s pampered, rich, basically a spoiled brat all his life. God, Till, where did you get your ass into…?

Chuckling wryly, he dropped his phone to the side, letting it flop onto the not-so-soft cushion of his cheap sofa. Basically, he was having a thing for the type of person he despised the most in the world. And, somehow, that just fueled his determination even more.

Nothing would make him happier than being able to break that perfect image that Ivan seemed to have. Drive him to the brink of madness, get him on his knees, beg him even. Till knew that the chances he would probably just get himself humiliated in the process were high, but there was a part of him that didn’t mind at all, either. He felt inexplicably attracted to Ivan; he was sure it was something more than his simple charisma playing tricks on him. And the fact the other let him around just fueled his delusion further.

Either he would ruin Ivan’s life completely, or Ivan would ruin his. Whatever the end might be, he was going to enjoy the dance on the edge of the knife nonetheless.

 

As Friday came to an end, Saturday morning dragged on for an impatient Till, who had been desiring that Saturday’s night came by the moment Thursday barely even finished. It was no different than any other of his weeks for the past month, since he had been always eagerly awaiting the time he could catch sight of Ivan from the distance. Like a thirsty man lost in the desert, relishing on the mirage of an oasis. But now that he finally got a taste of what Ivan could offer, man, he was more than desperate to drown himself in the waters, illusion or not.

He knew that, in order to get his chance to keep that man close to his side, he needed to play his cards well tonight. And, despite his own desperation to get his pants off for him again, Till was aware he needed to secure a spot beside him before letting himself get loose. Objective was clear: drive Ivan crazy, but leave him craving more, so he would crawl back to him. Whether it was through his body or his words, Till had to make Ivan hooked enough to not be tossed aside after tonight. Preferably, with his words, but if the other was unwilling to have some chat, or if he was too eager to get alone to even think about talking, he was confident in a few tricks he had learned that would definitely get Ivan's interest. And if it didn’t work, he would’ve at least given it a try.

This has to be your best shot, Till. Whatever the results, just don’t regret it later.

Confidently checking himself in the mirror as the evening came to an end, the last rays of dusk slipped through the window. Till fixed the collar of his shirt, getting ready to head out. After emptying all his closet over his bedroom floor, he managed to find a white, simple shirt not too worn out that would do the trick to look a bit more stylish and in formal wear. Its big, short sleeves visually widened his shoulders, but he tucked the lower end into his dark jeans to not hide his snatched waist and emphasise the inverted triangle shape of his body. Dressing up to impress a model was a pain in the ass. Because Till had no idea of how to combine his clothes, and on top of that, he owned little to mix to test different approaches. Usually, his clothing was more on the comfortable, simple side. Or the punkish aesthetic if he was going somewhere that required him putting some effort. But none of his usual fits were appropriate for a club like that one.

Sighing deeply, he rolled up the collar of the damn turtleneck he hated wearing, and knew would probably sweat a lot under the warmth of the club ambience and Ivan’s closeness. But he had seen on the internet a simple enough fit, he believed, formal enough to do the trick. So, he had yet again to wear it, in hopes he would soon get rid of it so he didn't have to worry too much about being uncomfortable in it. He always chose to not put any accessories on since he knew those snobs would easily spot they were cheap, internet-bought ones. 

After grabbing a thick leather biker jacket he thought long gone, lost somewhere back in his old house, he picked up his keys and helmet to finally head towards the club.

 

As always, when he stepped foot in, someone welcomed him by the door and held his helmet for him somewhere so it wouldn’t be a bother through the night. Despite the workers always treating him politely, he could tell they were also aware he was different from the other clients they attended over the nights. But no one ever commented on it. Till shook his head, trying to not lose focus of his real concern, and walked straight to the bar counter.

“What will it be tonight, sir?” The bartender welcomed him with a practised, easy smile, and Till nodded his head softly in acknowledgement of the greeting.

“The usual…”

“Are you sure, sir? Tonight’s drinks are on that gentleman over there.” The bartender pointed with his chin somewhere behind him, but Till didn’t have to turn to know where he was referring to.

He did turn anyway, just to find Ivan sitting by his usual spot, all alone this time, and as soon as their eyes locked with each other, Ivan raised his glass with a smile on his lips. And that spiked Till’s annoyance somehow.

So he was waiting for me… How sweet. Till rolled his eyes at this sarcastic thought as he turned around to face the bartender again.

“Then I’ll take whatever he’s having. Have it delivered to that table, please.” After pointing back to where Ivan was sitting, and receiving a soft nod from the bartender, Till turned around in his heels and slowly made his way towards the other.

 

His heart hammered louder in his chest with every step he took closer to Ivan. It was both a warning and a feeling he wanted to drown himself in. He wasn’t nervous, if anything the trembling of his hands was more because of his own excitement. Hiding them both in the pockets of his jeans, Till stopped right before Ivan. Instead of sitting straight beside him, he took the space between Ivan’s legs and the table, leaning slightly on it, but without completely sitting over the surface. Just pressing his ass on it enough to lean back, as he glanced down at Ivan, a calm expression on his face despite the burning flame that reignited in him once the other raised one of those thick eyebrows of his, dark eyes deeply magnetised to him.

There’s something about his face… I dunno whether to kiss it or… punch it.

“Hi?” Ivan greeted in a bit of a cautious, yet playful tone.

“What’s your deal? First, you easily dismissed me, and now you’re waiting for my arrival like a good boy?” Till tried to calmly let out those words as he raised one of his thin eyebrows.

Ivan’s smug smirk widened, his lips curving over his crooked fang. Which only heightened the devilish look of the grin. “It’s nice seeing you again, too.” He replied, before taking a soft sip from his drink, his eyes never leaving Till’s form.

Letting out a soft grunt, Till couldn’t help but finally let his eyebrows go to their usual state: a frown. 

A punch is it, then.

“Listen up, jerk.” He raised one of his legs and pressed down his boot in the space between Ivan’s legs over the couch. That made the dark haired one widen his eyes a bit. “I know you're used to getting your way with your charming ass. But that won't work with me. Drop the act.”

“Oh… I see you’ve come with more difficult layers of clothing today.” Ivan’s change of subject, as one of his hands suddenly went to grab his booted ankle, took Till by surprise.

“What…?” 

“Three upper layers and laced leather boots… Let me guess. Are you trying to test how fast I can undress you tonight?” His long fingers slowly made their way through the hem of Till’s jeans, softly caressing the skin through the tight cloth that barely left room for Ivan to slide them any higher.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yet you came back for more. Oh, and do I have to remind you, you were the one who asked to stay closer to me?”

Scoffing, Till moved his foot away. Ivan’s fingers were then forced out the pants, which made him pout a bit. But as he took another little sip of his liquor, the apparent disappointment disappeared.

“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t pissed. You left me all naked and alone as soon as it ended.” Till protested, still resting onto the table with both his hands in his jeans pockets.

“What did you expect me to do? Stay and cuddle with you?” Ivan playfully answered, a soft chuckle escaping out of his lips.

“Yes?” Till answered, while raising both eyebrows, tilting his head to the side.

The affirmation made Ivan stop, as he was aiming for his last sip of the drink. Before bursting out laughing, that’s it.

“If you just leave after deflowering someone, that makes you a piece of shit. Could’ve at least had the decency to make sure I got back home safe, too.”

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t know you expected princess treatment, sweet cheeks.” Ivan smiled as he leaned forward while glancing up at Till and resting his hands with his glass between his legs.

Something about the position, and the way Ivan was glaring at him, made Till have to fight back the blush from creeping up his cheeks. Today, Ivan was wearing a two-piece kind of suit, composed of a vest that accentuated his waist and a pair of matching grey pants. Underneath, he was wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up, once again up to his elbow level. He had no tie on, and the first three buttons of the shirt were undone, giving Till a nice view of his pecs –the fourth button barely managing to keep them concealed under that tight shirt.

Fuck…

 

A waiter came in with Till’s drink. Unsure of what to do, given the position of both men, he hesitantly reached from Till’s side to awkwardly give him his glass. Till’s frown softened upon glancing at the waiter and accepted the drink after nodding softly. Ivan took his chance to order a second round for himself.

“You got the same as me?” Ivan asked, as he leaned back over the couch, both arms spread over the backrest.

“Yeah, is that a problem?” Till raised one eyebrow as he eyed the drink. By the smell of it, it could be anything fruit related.

“No.” Ivan chuckled softly as he shrugged. Something in the way he had his eyes focused on Till, as if waiting for his reaction after the first sip, made him expect an incredibly bitter and strong shot.

But what he tasted instead was an overly sugary mix. A soft brew in which the alcohol almost barely burnt down his throat. It still left a bitter aftertaste, it was liquor after all. But it was nothing like other kinds of drinks he had ever had before.

Ivan smiled widely as he kept his eyes fixed on Till's surprised face.

“What do you think?”

“I'm gonna get diabetes if I drink any more of this. How can this be considered alcohol? Tastes like an overly sugary smoothie to me.” Till scoffed as he glanced down at the drink.

Ivan simply laughed loudly, amused by Till's rejection of the drink. “If you don’t want it, I’ll drink it for ya.”

“Your tastes are terrible.” Despite his scoff, Till brought the glass closer to his lips again for another small sip.

“Not more than yours, liking terrible assholes to which you crawl back to.”

 

Till grunted under his breath and glanced down at Ivan, a scowl on his face. Leaning over Ivan, he pressed the cold glass into the exposed neckline of the other. Ivan was a bit surprised by the sudden approach, but not complaining. Till’s face was so close, they almost brushed the tip of their noses together.

“Look, asshole .” Ivan smirked after Till’s emphasised insult. “I might like you. And I won’t deny you did stick to your word and fucked me pleasingly.” Just when Ivan was about to say something, Till pressed the glass further into his chest and made him shut his lips. “But that doesn’t make you less of a jerk. I’m no doll to toss aside whenever you’re pleased. Don’t expect me to come at your beck and call without putting in a little effort. I don’t want this to end, but I know my worth.”

“Oh?” Ivan raised one of his eyebrows. His eyes shifted between Till’s lips and his eyes. “What makes you think I need you around? I can have anyone in this club.”

Till leaned back, but kept his hand extended, the one holding onto the glass. Ivan reluctantly grabbed the drink from the bottom, and Till left it in his hands before propping himself off the table.

“I’m not the only one who has been ogling at the other for a whole month.”

Till’s remark made Ivan bite his lip with a wide smile. “So, you’re finally admitting to that?”

After saying those words, Ivan tilted his body and gestured something to a waiter in the distance. Till couldn’t make out anything of the signals that he made, but he couldn’t be bothered enough to try to figure them out. Once done, Ivan glanced back at him and patted with his free hand the cushion beside him.

“You seem pretty talkative tonight. So, sit, and let’s chat some more with a drink before what we both know will inevitably happen later.”

 

Perfect. Just as he wanted, Till had got himself more time to try and convince Ivan that he needed, no– wanted him to stick around. From the way they interacted last Thursday, Till was convinced that Ivan seemed to prefer honesty over any sugarcoated act. He acted on a gamble, and luckily hit the jackpot. Till preferred it that way, too. Because trying to put on a sweet act whenever he felt someone had wronged him wasn’t his thing. Slashing out and calling bullshit up was.

Proud of himself, Till flopped onto the space beside Ivan, and the other didn’t even bother to hide his interest as he kept his arm on the backrest. Fingers immediately twirling a strand of Till’s hair in his index. A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling.

“So, tell me, Till. What caught your attention?” Ivan turned his head fully to look straight at him.

“That’s a stupid question. You just want me to feed up your ego by telling you stuff you already know.” Till rolled his eyes.

Ivan let out a soft chuckle. “Indulge me a bit, will ya?”

Giving him a dead stare, Till sighed, before relaxing his frown and glancing ahead. He knew that if he locked eyes with Ivan, any coherent thought would fly out of his brain. “Tall, handsome, carries himself with confidence. Whole jerk aura.”

“Wow! It’s the first time someone has insulted me as a compliment.”

“Good to know. I get to be first in that, at least.” Ivan laughed softly once more before taking a sip of the drink. “Now’s your turn to answer.”

Ivan tilted his head and doubted for a second. Then brought the drink closer to his lips again, deliberately licking the edge of the glass from which Till had sipped earlier, giving him a side glance to check if he caught on that. When he noticed the tips of his ears growing red, Ivan was certain he did, and so he proceeded to reply.

“You looked out of place. Made you look cute, as a lost puppy desperate to find someone to get him home.” Till frown deepened as he clicked his tongue. When he was going to protest, he felt a soft finger rubbing at his cheek and froze for a second. “But, despite the confusion, your eyes shone brighter than any star above in the sky. Bright and honest, free of judgement or care, yet out of reach.”

After Ivan finished his sentence, Till couldn’t help but immediately turn his head to glance at him. In Ivan’s expression, he found a soft, tender smile. Complexity hidden in those dark, deep eyes that glanced at him with a hint of something he couldn’t quite grasp. Eyes that seemed to glint in that red hue he sometimes caught a glimpse of whenever Ivan was looking at him. What was that supposed to mean? How was he the one out of reach? When Till was about to ask, his eyes snapped back onto a waitress that brought him a new drink.

“Hope this one is more to your liking.” Ivan whispered, finally getting his fingers out of his hair. And Till, as if on autopilot, still trying to process Ivan’s words, simply grabbed the drink to take a sip.

 

This time, his tongue welcomed a stronger, bitter taste. It went burning down his throat and immediately flared up to his cheeks. It was strong, but he pretty much preferred it that way. Without a word, he simply nodded his head to answer Ivan’s question. The other simply smiled knowingly while focusing his eyes on his own glass.

“What do you do for a living, Till?” Ivan asked softly while playing with his drink in his hand.

Till took a few seconds to come out of the heatwave the drink sparked in him. Or maybe it was because of Ivan’s earlier words. He raised his thin eyebrows in confusion at first, but as if the words processed with delay in his head, he answered a few seconds later. “A little bit of everything, here and there.” He answered vaguely. “Nothing as impressive as modelling though.”

Ivan turned his head to him once again. “You knew about me?”

“Hardly.” By the way Ivan had phrased it, Till understood he meant as per when they were still just looking at each other at a distance. “I learned that yesterday, as I saw an ad on the streets.”

Ivan was a bit sceptical at first, but as he seemed to read into Till’s expression, he could tell the other wasn’t lying. “So, you shot your shot at a model star without knowing about it?”

“Yup.” Till took another sip. And Ivan could’ve sworn he saw him flinch a bit from the bitter taste. Which made him look both a bit cute and silly –in an affectionate way– in Ivan’s eyes.

“And you still came back after knowing about it, without it affecting your impression of me?”

“Why should it have? You’re an asshole. Whether rich and handsome, or just simply handsome. Still an ass.”

Ivan burst out laughing at Till’s harsh truth. Pressing a hand over his jaw in the act, trying to contain himself a bit, to be able to form his next question. “What else did you… recently discover about me?”

“Just what Google has to say about you.” Till shrugged. “Businessman's son. Nepo baby, but talented. Hardly anything of interest.”

“Hardly anything of interest?” Ivan repeated, barely able to contain his laughter about Till’s apparent disinterest in his financial state and work related info. “You really have no idea of where you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?”

Raising both his eyebrows, Till turned his head towards Ivan once more. When their eyes met, Till felt his heart skip a beat at the genuine, amused expression on Ivan’s face. How his cheeks plumped up, closing his eyes inevitably. Or how his teeth smile looked kind of cute and boyish.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, with a pout on his lips, trying his best not to get too lost in Ivan’s mesmerising beauty.

“Have you ever heard of Unshas’ business?” The way Till’s eyes closed even more as his brows flickered in confusion gave Ivan the answer he sought.

“I mean, I’ve heard the name, read he’s your father, but…” Till shrugged his shoulders a bit.

At first, Ivan opened his eyes wide, a bit surprised. But then he relaxed his expression as he continued to explain. “He’s known for having invested in several successful brands. He’s involved in electronics, fashion, entertainment…”

“Yeah, yeah, a rich asshole who loves to flaunt his wealth. The point?” Something about the way that Ivan just laughed at what he had to say about his father made Till a bit curious if there was anything that could bother this man at all.

“Till, do you know who you’re surrounded by, and why are you allowed in here in the first place?”

As Ivan motioned with his hand around, Till took some time to observe, a bit confused by the other suddenly bringing in the snobby asses around them. But, as he did take a better look around, Till noticed. There were some faces he had seen before. On TV. On billboards on the streets. Even on shows and movies. This was a celebrity exclusive type of club.

Even more confused now, Till glanced back at Ivan for some kind of explanation.

“My father owns this place. You’re here because I told them to let you in.”

“Wait, wait, wait… What!?”

 

Till was extremely confused now and it showed. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. His brows flicked all over the place. He was shocked. Flabbergasted. He had been coming in and out of a club full of celebrities most people wouldn’t even cross paths ever in their lives. Yet, there he was. Just noticing it now, despite having attended the club for a whole month. He had been so preoccupied and focused just on Ivan that he didn’t even bother to check his surroundings. 

But that wasn’t what shocked him the most. 

Does it mean this asshole has been allowing me in PURPOSELY? For what reason!? 

“I know what you’re thinking…” Ivan spoke calmly, despite it being obvious he wanted to laugh his ass off at Till’s reaction. “How does a nobody like you get this lucky? Why would an unknown brat be allowed between stars?”

“Hey! I’m not–!”

Ivan chuckled and interrupted Till’s protest. “I’m being objective here. Spare the insults.” Till grunted as he clutched onto his glass. “What I mean is… That you already know the answer. You said so yourself earlier.”

Till’s brain failed to see where Ivan was heading. All he could catch onto was that he was getting back at him for all those insults now. Ivan simply chuckled as he chugged down the last sips of his drink in a go.

“I’m tired of talking. Shall I show you what I mean?” The innuendo of Ivan’s question didn’t go unnoticed by Till, whose cheeks turned bright red at the realisation.

I wasn’t the only one ogling at the other for a whole month…

 

Before he could even register the thought, he found himself already making out with Ivan in the elevator of a conveniently close hotel. Hands messing each other’s hair. Bodies desperately pressing against another. And when the soft ding of the doors opened because they arrived at their destination, Till was easily lifted off the ground by a hungry Ivan, who never ceased to devour his mouth on the way to what Till expected to be a suite or whatever. As long as they were alone over a bed, it could be the cheapest room to exist on Earth. He didn't even need the bed, the elevator would've done.

His back banged onto the hard surface of the door. And he could’ve bet there was something else hard pressing onto him as well. Ivan barely struggled to pass the card key to open the door. A soft whimper escaped Till’s lips, his legs unconsciously securing their grip around the other’s hips. Not that Ivan was gonna let him fall, one of his hands down his ass was enough to securely keep him up while walking inside, without missing nipping the soft flesh of Till’s neck.

With a sly smirk Till could easily feel drawing on Ivan’s lips, as they were pressed onto his skin, Ivan whispered in a sultry tone. “Should I set a timer?”

“Ugh, shut up and simply do it.” Till protested before he let out a soft groan as Ivan’s teeth nipped at a sensitive spot over his neck.

On the way around the room, Ivan slid one finger down the back of Till’s boot. A switch of his wrist, and he was holding onto the back of the boot ankle. Swift pull, and one off. Changing the hand which he was holding Till with –even though it wouldn’t even be necessary, since the other was glued as a koala to him– he easily got rid of the other one before they reached the bed.

A big, kingsize one, in the centre of a splendid, modern and fancy decorated room. But Till had a better thing to be focused on than to be fascinated by the refined bedposts or the lavish lamps over the ceiling. As Ivan flopped him down onto the bed, both his hands reached for the hem of his already unbuttoned jeans.

When did he–? Y’know what? Who cares?

With another swift motion, and with Till’s help, since he lifted up his hips, Ivan slid off his pants and threw them somewhere in the room.

Finding each other’s mouth in a desperate motion, Ivan settled above Till, a knee between his legs, as his tongue forced its way in without waiting for permission. While rolling Till’s piercing with his own tongue, Ivan’s hand started to lift up both his shirts at the same time.

Where’s my jacket? Ugh, fuck. I’ll worry about that later.

“Unbutton the shirt first, you brute.” Till protested between the kiss, softly biting onto Ivan’s lower lip. That earned him a soft groan from the other, who opened his eyes with a small frown as he slid his hand out from underneath his shirt to start undoing the buttons of the upper one with practised ease.

“There. Happy now?” Ivan growled into his ear, before softly biting and pulling on his earlobe.

Till’s back arched a bit, and Ivan took the chance to quickly slide his fingers over his back, finally pulling the clothes off of Till’s body.

He had to admit, he did get him undressed at an alarming speed.

 

Ivan leaned back a bit, just to adjust himself better, to start kissing his way down on Till’s chest. But, as he aimed for his pierced nipple, a hand pressed onto his exposed neckline and pushed him back. Ivan lifted his eyes with a scowl.

“What now…?”

“Undress. It’s not fair, I’m the only one almost naked again…” Till muttered, with a soft pout on his lips.

“Why worry about that? I can perform just as well–.

“I might have a thing for being fucked while you’re wearing a suit. But not now. Undress.” He repeated himself, firmly.

Ivan bit his lower lip as he smirked at Till’s attitude. “So demanding… Okay, princess.”

Till growled and threateningly raised the knee that was resting perfectly between Ivan’s, aiming for the other’s crotch, which he could easily point by sight as it bulged underneath those tight pants of his. But Ivan's reflexes kicked in, and he trapped Till’s naughty leg by pressing it with his thighs.

“Damaging the goods will backfire on you, y'know?” He said between a chuckle, as he started to undo the buttons of his vest before taking it off.

“Don’t call me weird names.” Till protested, as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Aww, don't you like my pet names, baby boy?” The way Ivan musically ended that teasing remark, drove Till mad.

When Ivan finished taking off his upper layer, Till’s breath went away at the sight. Despite that, he kept his stubborn act and tried to smack Ivan’s chest with his fists. Tried to, because as soon as he got his hands closer to Ivan’s now exposed chest, the other easily grabbed both his wrists and pressed his hands down onto the mattress.

 

Pinned down on the bed, with Ivan’s half naked form shadowing over him, Till felt the heat rush to colour his cheeks in a deep red tint. He was slowly losing the battle, he knew that. But oh, how sweet it was.

“Let go of my hands.”

Ivan simply smiled, and made Till’s wrist meet above his head, before switching to simply holding them with one of his hands. Teal eyes glanced up in disbelief, and soon, he found himself unable to resist the advances of Ivan’s free hand over his chest.

“I don’t recall you being this bratty last time…” Ivan murmured softly, as he traced Till’s pulse point over his neck with his tongue.

Trying to hold in the soft whimper that escaped, muffled through his lips, Till swallowed down as he couldn’t prevent the shiver that ran down his spine. “Because I wasn’t mad at you.”

“Oh? So you’re still mad at me? You really are resentful…”

Ivan kissed his way down his neck, reaching his collarbone just as his fingers stopped faintly tracing Till’s ribs. Moving now his fingertips against Till’s nipples. A soft moan, that was as welcomed as music for Ivan’s ears, came soon after his actions started.

“I told you, I won’t forget you’re an asshole just because you suddenly act nice…”

“Soon, you’ll forget, I’m sure.” Ivan added, as he continued to leave soft bites onto Till’s skin, all the way down his chest, in between his pecs.

 

Whether it was a threat or a promise, Till couldn’t even manage to start thinking about his next protest. Since Ivan’s hand suddenly dropped down to squeeze his still clothed erection while his tongue played with his piercing.

He really fucking loves to play with those–.

Squirming a bit, the lewd sound that left Till’s mouth when Ivan pressed over his tip, was almost as unknown to him as it was loved by Ivan, who pressed again to make him repeat himself.

“S-Stop… doing that.” He gasped, barely managing to keep his eyes open.

“Why? You seem to enjoy it… a lot.” Switching to his other, poor, unattended nipple, Ivan glanced up at Till’s expression as he mischievously pressed again.

Whimpering as he dropped his head back onto the mattress, Till tried to move his hips away from Ivan’s touch. But his leg was still firmly restricted between Ivan’s thighs. Glancing down, almost pleadingly, he committed a mistake: he looked Ivan straight in the eyes. Behind those deep, dark orbs, he lost himself in a beautiful dark void he could swear he never wanted to be saved from.

“Ugh… I don’t want to cum yet…” After a while of struggling against that feverish glance he was sure he mirrored, Till finally whispered, a bit embarrassed.

“Hmm… You can’t keep it up?” Ivan asked, in a genuine way. But the whole set of the question made it more embarrassing and teasing sounding than it was intended.

“I– I dunno!”

At the honest, confusing answer of Till, Ivan simply chuckled a bit, as he moved his hand away from Till’s erection. Finally feeling able to breathe a bit, Till sighed deeply, despite the embarrassment that overflooded him.

 

Opening his legs a bit, Ivan finally set free Till’s leg. Only so he could be able to kneel between his legs. When he aimed for the hem of Till’s boxers, teal eyes glanced at him expectantly of his next move. Smiling at the audience, Ivan finally released Till’s hands, just to be able to slide that underwear off, while making sure to take a little squeeze at Till’s ass in the process.

Till let out a soft groan as he propped himself up with his elbows, trying to get a better view of what Ivan was gonna do next, because he was unsure what he was even planning anymore. But he had a hunch he was up to no good.

“Let’s put your resistance up to test, shall we?”

Despite being formulated as a question, Till somehow knew there was no room for debate. And when Ivan pushed him up the bed, just so he could lay on his belly with his head resting between his legs, Till felt like he might as well die on the spot.

“W-what– What are you…? Ivan!”

Before he could stop him, or even process the thought, Ivan’s mouth was already sucking on his wet tip. As his hand finally reached the other’s hair, the glance that he received from those dark eyes sent shivers down his spine.

It’s going to end up the same way, isn’t it?

When his eyes rolled up as he felt the whole pressure of Ivan’s tongue sliding around his slit, Till knew he was damned.

 

First, it was just the tip, and he was sure he was going to completely lose it because Ivan sucked on his dick just as hungrily as he kissed him. But then he shoved more in and his whole body tensed in reflex. Pulling a bit of Ivan’s hair just to receive a scowl, Till whimpered softly, silently pleading for mercy. Ivan was satisfied just by the look on his face, almost making him chuckle, despite having his mouth full. Just as he pressed in a bit more, suddenly, Ivan retreated completely as he cleared his throat.

Gasping, Till glanced down at Ivan for a second, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Then, he noticed a bit of a red blush creeping from Ivan’s ears, and that made him smile slightly.

“Too much for you, pretty boy?” Till didn’t intend for his words to sound as low and husky as they came out of his mouth. But, seeing they had some kind of effect on Ivan, he was satisfied by the involuntary slip.

He seemed to have hit a nerve, since Ivan scowled again and seemed to take it personally. Which was kind of amusing, because he had been the one to start it all so far.

Grabbing Till’s erection with one hand, fully enveloping it at the base, Ivan dragged him back into his mouth and continued as if nothing had stopped him before. But Till could notice a shift in his demeanor. Even if it was just a little, he had managed to irritate him enough with his comment to make Ivan go vigorous this time. As if the man was possessed, to make him reach over the edge. Which, honestly, didn’t come too far after.

His hand was still tangled in the other’s hair, and he unconsciously grabbed tighter when he felt close to release. And he was going to warn the other, he really was. But the idea of surprising Ivan by coming in his mouth was terribly enticing. So, despite his loud moans giving himself away, Till tried his best to make his orgasm come as unexpectedly as what happened next.

As soon as he felt like ejaculating, Ivan suddenly shoved him out of his mouth and aimed the tip back at his own stomach. Before Till could even process it, Ivan pressed onto his tip with his thumb, and soon he was trembling as he felt his semen stick to his stomach.

“Fuck…” Cursing as he came, Till frowned slightly at Ivan, who smiled widely, fully knowing the nature of Till’s frustration.

 

Ivan's fingers didn't leave his dick, though. He kept on softly rubbing his thumb around Till's tip, and the poor boy tried his best to prevent his whole being from becoming a trembling mess. And, to make matters worse, Ivan unbuckled his pants and rolled them down his legs alongside his boxers, while still teasing him.

Till was trying really hard to not lose focus, but it was really tough since Ivan didn't give him a moment of respite. He failed to even see Ivan undressing himself since his eyes were too hazy from the overwhelming pleasure. And, to his own surprise, he was still up.

“See? I knew you could make it, sweet cheeks.” Ivan whispered teasingly, as he finally retreated his fingers from Till's throbbing cock.

Cleaning the remains of semen that lingered on Till's shaft, Ivan brought those fingers into his mouth with no second thoughts. Licking them clean and putting them deep into his mouth to cover them in his saliva, as he stared down at Till's almost teary gaze.

Ah… There goes my chances this time…

Once Ivan's fingers slid between his ass cheeks, Till had to hold onto the sheets underneath him to get a hold of himself. Unlike the last time, he felt more relaxed about Ivan's fingers going in, because he was aware of what sensations he would be feeling this time. And, given that he wasn't going to be able to flip any tables tonight, Till finally accepted his fate for the day as he let out freely the soft moans as Ivan caressed his inner walls.

 

A smile shone down on him, and Till could've easily come again from the sight, given his overstimulated stance. Ivan’s fingers softly moved around his hole, making him tighten his grip on the sheets.

“You were mad, but still came prepared for me again.” Ivan teased him, not quite moving his fingers in the way Till would’ve liked.

“S-shut it.” 

Letting out a soft laugh, Ivan slid in a second finger, that made Till arch 

“Are you less mad now?” Softly caressing the bone of his hip with his thumb, as his other hand continued to finger Till’s ass, Ivan spoke in a sweet hush that elicited a soft moan for his ears only.

“...N-no.” Till stubbornly protested, as he squirmed over the bed, unconsciously moving his hips, prompting Ivan to be a bit more bold with his fingers.

“What do I need to do, then?” Ivan asked in a soft, teasing tone as he leaned over to kiss Till’s cheek softly. His hot breath tickled Till’s face as he deliberately caressed the other with gentleness.

“Fuck me.”

“Oh? And then I’m forgiven?” Ivan chuckled, as he left a hickey right behind Till’s ear.

“W-who knows…”

“A maybe works for me.” Shrugging nonchalantly, Ivan slid his fingers out of Till’s rear. An act that filled those teal, sharp eyes with disappointment and anticipation at the same time, as he glanced up at Ivan.

Till always thought the idea of someone grabbing a condom with their mouth wasn’t as sensual and exciting as the media made it look. But, as Ivan ripped the package off with his fang peeking out as he bit on the preservative, up on his knees, cock standing hard and needy, towering over him with his crazy hot physique and hungry gaze, he changed his mind.

 

Lifting Till’s hips to slide his cock over the other’s already dripping one, Ivan’s smirk widened at the sight. Till was aware he looked like a complete mess by now. He could feel it, too. The way his face was red from cheeks to the nape; how his mouth barely closed, with drool dripping over the corners of his lips; the way his naked body, still sticky all over, from his earlier release, was laying in a submissive kind of way… Till knew the results for the night weren’t going to be much different from last time. Despite it all, he was too aroused to even bother with the outcome. If anything, he wanted it to arrive faster.

Luckily for him, Ivan had no intention of stopping himself either. Once he got a little bit of lube out of Till’s overstimulated cock, he aligned himself with his asshole, while both hands firmly grasped behind Till’s knees.

“Ready, my little pillow princess?” Ivan teasingly whispered, while glancing down at Till.

And, of course, Till grunted in disappointment at his new nickname for him. “I hate you.”

“Good to know.” Ivan chuckled, and despite the other’s harsh words, he slid himself in with utmost care.

Given their position, Till could do nothing but to grab onto the bedsheets. And that sucked, because if he could hold onto Ivan’s back, at least he could leave some scratches and bites over his shoulders as he thrust in. But no. Seemed like the other wanted to have the better view of his whole body as he fucked his ass. Not that he minded, though. His sights from underneath were hot as hell. Till could appreciate every muscle of Ivan tensing up. How his expression was focused, thick eyebrows in a frown again, as his face started to get red, from the tips of his ears. Even the smug smirk that drew on Ivan’s lips when he was caught staring didn’t make Till have any complaints about the position at all.

 

Ivan was gentle at first, tentatively moving in and out, as he searched in Till’s face any sign of reluctance or displeasure. But all he got, whatever he decided to do, were those sweet moans, groans and whimpers the other couldn’t contain at all. His hard cock bobbed with every thrust, and as he increased the speed, he noticed that Till had already come for the second time once he hit deep enough. Ivan was tempted to mention something about it, but as he was going to slow down a bit, Till sent him a death stare that gave him the chills. Ivan had to bite his lower lip to prevent his lips from curving.

He didn’t want him to stop.

The message was loud and clear. And so, he wasn’t going to be one to refuse. Ivan resumed his pace, pushing in further, and didn’t hesitate to continue to override Till on his orgasm. He was expecting the other to cry out for him to slow down, to wait, to stop. But it seemed he had underestimated him.

By the time Ivan finally stopped, Till was panting really hard, his eyes pressed shut, as some tears had inevitably run out at some point. He could feel his body completely covered in sweat, and, if he could glance down at himself, he would be able to see that sweat was the least of his worries at the moment. Taking a little peek from between his lashes, he managed to discern Ivan’s figure sitting between his legs. His breath was also laboured and he felt kind of empty now that his dick wasn’t shoved up his ass.

Noticing the teal pair over his form, Ivan smiled softly as he flipped his hair back with his hand. Slowly, he leaned over Till to leave a peck on his sweaty forehead. At the feeling of such a tender kiss, Till’s eyebrows flickered a bit. Finally opening his eyes fully, the sight of Ivan glancing down at him reignited the burning in his cheeks. Not because he was feeling excited about the sight –hell no, he’d be surprised if he managed to get it up again– but rather because the soft look on his face made something in his heart tighten. It was a bit of a confusing, overwhelming sensation, so he had to push Ivan’s face away with his hand. To which Ivan simply let out an even softer laugh, while grabbing Till’s wrist.

“Still not forgiven?”

“No.”

“Aww… You’re a tough one…” he licked Till’s palm slowly, the expression he had on his face seconds ago completely shifted into a more mischievous one.

“Stop that. I’m tired.” Till protested, as he tried to free his hand. Ivan simply chuckled once more, pulling him by the wrist and forcing him to prop himself up clumsily. “What now…?” he grunted in a groggy whisper.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Given his past record, Till wasn’t expecting Ivan to carry him to the bathroom, prepare him a bath and actually help him scrub himself clean. As he felt dozing off into the warmth of the water and soft scent of the bubble soap, Till half opened his eyes as he heard the bathroom door open once again. With utmost care, he was then brought out the tub, dried up with the softest towel he ever felt, and then carried back to the bed, where he noticed the sheets had been changed and was already open for him to crawl in and call it a day.

He was too tired to even say anything. And despite one part of him believing Ivan was just doing this to mess with him later, he leant in to kiss his cheek softly, in a kind of thankful way.

 

By the time Ivan finished showering himself and came back to the bed, Till was already fast asleep. With a soft smile on his lips, Ivan carefully made his way closer. Sitting by the edge, he nuzzled his face into Till’s cheek.

“Sweet dreams, my shining star.”

Notes:

Here you go, a second chapter despite me saying I wasn't to upload till I finished the other ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ (lmao)
Writing smut goes so smoothly for me... I wonder if I should stop caring about writing plot in fics anymore, asdfhfgfdg
Speaking of plot... I'm curious to know: what do you guys expect out of this story? Where do you think this will take us?

I'm always open for inspo (despite having a rough idea of what I want to write), and I like to see if my story is like, predictable or not, from a reader's POV ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)