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The flatshare was quiet with sunlight piercing Lovro’s drawn blinds, illuminating the chaotic and messy room which once was very tidy in Nora’s care, God, if Lovro knew he was bringing Ivan over he would’ve taken care of the mess.
“Nice place,” Ivan’s voice, a low rumble, drew Lovro’s gaze from the coat hanger where he was hanging their jackets “Never would I have imagined you living here though, this doesn’t fit your vibe.” he finished.
Lovro smiled at his comment, “What do you know about my vibe? It’s not mine anyways, it’s a roomates, she’s out of the country.” they’ve been together for a few weeks now and Ivan was already acting like he’s known Lovro for a lifetime, he wished he did though, he wished Ivan had been there this whole time, maybe then he wouldn’t have wasted all that time pretending to be someone he’s not.
“Figured.” Ivan murmured, not looking up from the record player in the room, his voice a low hum. He picked up a vinyl resting carefully on the desk and turned the record over, shocked to see the same Josipa Lisac album he played for Lovro that night, that night that he replayed over and over in his head.
"Well, well, well," Ivan said, He tilted his head, smirk appearing on his lips.
"What do we have here?"
Lovro's breath hitched, his eyes widening. Fuck, he had completely forgotten about that.
The sunlight, previously gentle, seemed to sharpen, his face flustered in embarrassment.
Lovro's cheeks warmed. "Just... stuff. You know." He gestured vaguely around the room, a lame attempt at misdirection, the lie tasted like ash, he always had a hard time talking about his feelings, he’s glad Ivan is more forward than him, otherwise they wouldn’t be here right now and he didn’t want to imagine a life without Ivan, not right now, not ever.
Ivan chuckled, a rich sound that vibrated through the air. "Funny, the same song I told you about mysteriously ended up in your room, it must be fate." Ivan attempted to joke, but Lovro wasn’t having it, he felt like the ground was going to swallow him whole if Ivan keeps this teasing up, if Ivan keeps teasing him with his that wonderful voice of his, if Ivan... what is he even thinking about, his brain is turning into mush and his face feels like it’s on fire.
The words hung between them, heavy with unspoken history. Lovro swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, he remembered the conversation
perfectly: Ivan, had invited him to his place, the sound of pouring rain outside covering the whole city, they were talking about this exact song. "Until you hear that, you have no idea what love is." Ivan had declared, his words making Lovro melt.
Lovro felt another blush creep up his neck, burning hot, was there a limit on how much a person can blush before they explode? He shoved his hands into his pockets, fingers fumbling with a loose thread. "Look, I just... heard it again. Thought, maybe, I'd give it another try."
Lovro squeezed his eyes shut for a fleeting moment. He'd spent countless nights with that song on repeat, the music a soundtrack to his daydreams. He imagined his future, a future that, always featured Ivan.
Ivan leaned against the record player, still holding the vinyl, a glint in his eyes. "Ecstatic, does that mean you finally understand what love is?" his voice dropped, softer now, a low whisper that pulled Lovro closer without him taking a single step.
Lovro's heart was hammering against his ribs, the air thick between them, thick with unspoken longing. He looked up, truly looked at Ivan, he loved how easily confident Ivan was, how quickly anything he said made him squirm, he loved everything about him, he loved him.
"Maybe," Lovro whispered, his voice barely audible. He took a hesitant step forward. "Maybe I do."
Ivan's gaze softened while staring into Lovro’s beautiful blue eyes, the teasing fading, replaced by something warm, something raw, he put the record gently back on the desk, with his free hands he reached out slowly, and cupped Lovro's jaw. His thumb brushed against Lovro's cheek, thumb brushing over every single mole on his face, moles that framed his face like star constellations. The soft touches sent shivers down Lovro's spine.
Lovro leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment, then reopening to meet Ivan's brown ones, the world felt like it was narrowed to just them, in the messy room, with the forgotten Josipa Lisac record, all fading into a soft blur.
Ivan's eyes searched his, a question hanging in the air. Lovro didn't need words, he immediately just nodded, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.
Ivan closed the small distance between them, their lips met, soft at first, then deepening.
Ivan’s hands found the other boys waist, pulling him closer. Lovro responded with a soft sigh escaping his lips as his hands came up, tangling in Ivan’s short brown hair, tugging gently.
Ivan broke the kiss, his lips red and swollen, his breath ragged. "You have no idea how long I've imagined this." His eyes, dark with desire, devoured Lovro’s face, he reached for the hem of Lovro’s t-shirt, pulling it up slowly.
Lovro felt like he was on cloud nine, no drug in the planet could compare to what he felt when he was with Ivan.
Lovro shivered as the cool air hit
his skin, goosebumps prickling his arms. Ivan's fingers were warm as they traced the line of his hipbone as he lifted the fabric, then peeled it over Lovro's head, the shirt landing on the floor, the blue eyed boy felt vulnerable but still safe at the same time.
"Perfect, so fucking perfect." Ivan said carefully, his eyes traveling over Lovro's body and lingering on the faint scattering of moles across his collarbone.
Ivan immediately started removing his own shirt, Lovro's breath hitched as he watched, mesmerized, for a moment he couldn’t believe he was standing here after daydreaming about this exact situation over and over again.
Both of the boys were now bare, the sunlight from the windows hitting their skin. Ivan pulled Lovro closer, their chests almost touching and Lovro could swear he heard the rhythmic thump of Ivan’s heartbeat.
Ivan’s lips found his again, this time the kiss was hungrier, like he had been starving and the other boy was the first thing he saw. Lovro moaned into the kiss, his hands pulling Ivan even closer, he was desperate to close any inch of space between them, desperate for more friction, God, he wanted him so bad, he needed him, all of him.
He felt Ivan's hand slide down his back, warm hands pressing against the small of his spine, urging their hips to meet, their bodies connected, the soft fabric of their jeans the only barrier.
Ivan broke the kiss, his forehead resting against, both the boys trying to catch their breath. His brown eyes, still dark with desire, stared into Lovro's.
"You're so beautiful, Lovro," Ivan whispered, his voice thick with emotion, he sounded like he was going to cry all of a sudden. “Every single part of you.” The praise sent a fresh wave of heat through Lovro, he loved the way Ivan's words made him feel, he finally felt seen and cherished.
Ivan's hand moved from Lovro's
to his belt, unbuckling it immediately without any problem. Lovro held his breath watching the other boys fingers move, he felt like he was on fire.
“Let’s get these off, hmmm?” Ivan’s voice was a low murmur, asking a question that was also a command.
Lovro nodded, unable to speak.
He lifted his hips lightly allowing Ivan to push his jeans down to the floor, he was only in his boxers now, if the embarrassment from the album didn’t kill him, this definitely would, but at the same time he liked the thrill, he liked listening to Ivan, everything felt perfect, he doesn’t want this to ever end.
Ivan's gazed down at the slight bulge in Lovro’s boxers, a slow smile spreading across his face. He reached out, his fingers tracing the elastic of the underwear.
“And what about these?” Ivan asked, voice slightly a whisper.
Lovro nodded, he felt like he had already died and found his way to heaven. Ivan hooked his fingers to the waistband and pulled them down.
Perfect, he was perfect, every last inch of him looked like it was carved carefully just for him.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Lovro.”
Lovro chuckled, a cute, rumbling sound that vibrated through Ivan's chest. Lovro’s heart swelled at the comment at the same time, he was going to cry, he was going to cry tears of joy.
Ivan guided them backwards towards the bed, laying the other carefully underneath him. He reached for his own jeans, unbuttoning them like someone was rushing him, to be fair, they had all the time in the world, but he didn’t want to waste a single second. Lovro watched him, fascinated with widening eyes as Ivan’s cock sprang free when he pulled down his boxers, thick and heavy. A bead of pre-cum already glistening from the tip, well, no wonder it didn’t work with Ema.
They were completely naked now, no more shame, no more hiding, they were exactly where they wanted to be.
Ivan leaned over him, his hand resting on either side of Lovro’s head, pinning him playfully. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered.
Lovro let out a whimper, a soft and eager sound “Yes, I’m sure… lvan please.”
Ivan smiled a sly grin, he shifted moving back slightly then he reached for Lovro’s hips, spreading his legs wider. Lovro instinctively opened for him, aching for the connection. Ivan’s fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of the other boys thighs, then he moved upwards, finding the entrance to his ass. Lovro gasped, his hips arching ever so slightly.
“So wet for me already” Ivan said, his voice low.
Lovro flushed, a warmth spreading across through him, oh God if Ivan kept talking like this he really was going to explode. He loved being praised, he loved being desired, he loved every last bit of it and he loved the boy that was giving it to him.
Ivan’s fingers began to work, slowly and gently stretching the other out, he used two fingers at first, then three. Lovro whimpered, a mix of pleasure and discomfort washed over him as he wasn’t used to this. He gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white.
“Relax for me,” Ivan whispered, his voice calming Lovro down, “Let me in.”
Lovro took a shaky breath, trying to loosen his muscles, to surrender to the new sensation, he focused on the Ivan’s face, on the desire behind his gorgeous brown eyes and he let go. Ivan’s fingers retreated and the other boy felt whined at the loss, but it was quickly replaced with the pressure of Ivan’s cockhead pressing against his entrance slowly.
Lovro screamed, eyes wide. “I-Ivan!”
“Shhhh,” Ivan whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Lovro’s forehead, “You’ve got this, you’re doing so well for me, all for me.” he pushed slowly, Lovro felt a stretch, an intense fullness and Ivan’s cock slid inside of him. He cried out, a chocked sound, his whole body tensing. Ivan held still, letting Lovro adjust, letting him stretch around him. He leaned down kissing him again, their tounges danced with eachother mixed with the saltiness of Lovros tears.
“So tight, Lovro.. fuck, so perfect, you feel incredible.”
The praise combined with the intense sensation made Lovro’s head and stomach spin. “O-okay..,” Lovro said, his voice shaky, “Okay.. you can, you can move now.”
Ivan pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, a little deeper this time. Lovro screamed, his hips instinctively bucking upward. Thankfully the apartment was empty, because he didn’t know if he would’ve been able to look Vito and Maša in the eyes if they heard him like this, or wait, fuck, what if someones back, what if-
"That's it, gorgeous," Ivan praised, immediately cutting the other boy off from his thoughts, his voice rough with desire. “Just like that.” He began to move, slow thrusts at first, easing himself fully into Lovro’s tight warmth, each push and thrust bringing a new wave sensation of pleasure and desire. Lovro wrapped his legs around Ivan’s waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
The rhythm built, with Ivan’s thrusts growing faster and stronger, Lovro felt like he was getting ripped apart and he loved every second of it.
Lovro’s breath came in ragged gasps and moans, his head thrown back, his eyes closed and his mouth agape, lost in his own world, he could feel Ivan’s balls slapping against his ass, a rhythmic thud that was driving him insane, even the bedsprings creaked in protest.
“Fuck, Lovro” Ivan grunted, his voice raw. “You feel so good. So tight so wet, you’re doing amazing, fuck!”
Lovro moaned, a helpless sound of pure pleasure. The praise was like damn fuel, lighting a fire deep inside him, fuck, he did not know he had a fucking praise kink, who knows what else he might have, he learns something new with Ivan everyday, it’s like he finally has a chance of living with him, he loved hearing how good he was being for Ivan or how good he felt, he loved every last part of it.
Ivan leaned down again, pressing kisses onto the beautiful moles on the sensitive skin on the others neck. Lovro felt Ivan’s cock hit his prostate with every thrust, sending shivers of pure ecstasy through him. Fuck molly, fuck alcohol, hell fuck even weed too, nothing could compare to what he was feeling right now. His body trembled, teetering on the edge of climax.
Ivan’s mouth moves up to Lovro’s mouth, kissing him desperately, a desperate exchange of saliva.
“Fuck! Ivan!” Lovro moaned against Ivan’s mouth, his voice was barely audible. “I’m close,”
Ivan immediately sped up, his thrusts becoming a relentless assault on Lovro’s senses, he couldn’t even think anymore, his brain was occupied with Ivan, only Ivan. The friction and pleasure was all too overwhelming, he cried out, his back arching and his fingers digging into Ivan’s shoulders.
“Ivan please!” he begged, his voice cracking.
Ivan leaned in close, his lips brushing over the other boys ears. "You're so beautiful when you're like this, so desperate for me. You're mine, Lovro. All mine."
His words completely shattered Lovro’s composure, he buckled against Ivan, cries tearing from his throat as his body reached his climax. His cock pulsed, cum spurting into his stomach, a hot and sticky mess. He came hard, his whole body shaking and his mind dissolved into a haze of pure pleasure.
Ivan watched him carefully, he watched his beautiful big blue eyes, a look of satisfaction on his face, he continued thrust a few more strokes before his own body tensing and reaching it’s limits. “Lovro-“ he was cut off “Inside! I want you inside.” you didn’t have to tell him twice, he groaned, with a final deep thrust he spilled his load inside of Lovro, a wave of warmth that filled him completely.
Ivan collapsed on top of Lovro, his chest heaving and his breath ragged. The other wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight, they lay there for a long moment, their hearts slowly returning into a normal rhythm. Lovro felt utterly spent, he ran his hands through Ivan’s hair.
Ivan lifted his head, a soft smile gracing his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss on Lovro’s forehead. “You were incredible, gorgeous, so perfect.”
Lovro blushed again, maybe that was the hundredth time today.
“I know what love is, you showed me.” Lovro confessed, pressing a soft kiss on Ivan’s jaw. Ivan tightened his embrace, pulling Lovro even closer, even closer to what was humanly possible, as if he could absorb him into his very being, the afternoon sun, now a warm orange, painted the room in soft hues.
Everything felt right, absolutely right, the mess, the world, everything faded away just leaving the two boys wrapped in the aftermath of their love.
Lovro finally felt accompanied by a feeling of acceptance, of being truly seen, he had found his other half.