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The rest of the day went rather smoothly, the staff bidding Till and Ivan goodbyes as they were left as cleaning crew again.
Ivan peered into the break room fridge, eyes center focused on Till’s cans of caffeine. Sure it was late, but Ivan knew the man had always drank one every morning and at the end of their shift despite the time.
He smiled, grabbing the can and opening it, pouring the solution into a glass before shuffling in his pocket.
There it was, the pink liquid glistening, for a moment, Ivan hesitated.
Weighing his options accordingly:
1: It was a love potion that would make Till fall head over heels for him like any rom com film. Finally putting an end to his hard crushing on the rather oblivious man.
2: Some kind of drug that could endanger Till, despite Ivan working a nine to five at Sweet Dreams Cafe, he was still an idol. Paying for Tills hospital bills wouldn’t be a problem.
3: Nothing could happen, if anything Ivan wouldn’t be surprised if nothing happened, he was prepared for that if it was the case. Though he can admit he wants something to happen.
And with that, he popped the cap off the bottle, pouring a good three teaspoons into Till’s soon to be drink.
Totally overlooking the ‘One drop’ warning.
The pink fluid dispersing amongst the dark coffee, Ivan gave it a good stir with a spoon, the coffee hadn’t changed its original color by a shade, looking like no tampering had been done.
Ivan smiles, walking out the break room with cup in hand.
Till immediately glanced at Ivan, stopping his hand motion momentarily, already eyeing Ivan with suspicion.
“Here,” Ivan gestured the glass over.
Till reluctantly took the cup, the two hands touching momentarily, then lazily, Till moves his wrist to swish the glass. Gazing at Ivan one last time then back at the drink. Ivan kept a neutral expression, lightly smirking.
“Thanks,” Till then drank a sip out of the glass.
Ivan gazed as Till’s throat bobbed, the elixir now evidently in his system. And with a sinister glint in Ivan’s eyes, he turned away.
“I’ll be in the next room if you need me.” Ivan coos, a flirtatious tone that Till grew used to.
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It’d been about twenty minutes, and Ivan was growing impatient.
Once more, he organized some new stock that arrived before walking out of the storage room. Till stood, mop in hand, his back towards Ivan.
But something was off, the slight shiver that raked Till’s body, the back of his neck flushed, and beads of sweat rolling down his nape.
Subtle differences that only Ivan could spot due to all his Till sightseeing.
Ivan walked over, Till full on shuddering as he felt Ivan’s presence behind him. Till crooked his neck to look at Ivan, and no number of blessings could prepare Ivan for what he saw.
Till’s face was flushed a pretty pink, a sultry look held in his eyes, his lips slightly parted, Till’s personal space felt noticeably hotter as the man panted.
“Ivan…?” Till says.
Ivan hadn’t even realized how close he’d become, Till’s body fully faced towards him, the mop being the only thing in Ivan’s way.
“Till,” Ivan murmurs as he lowered his mouth to Till’s ear.
Slowly, Ivan backed Till against a table he’d just clean, caging him in with his arms. Taking the mop from between them and letting it fall behind him with a loud clunk against the tile floor. However, it didn’t deter either of their focus away from each other, the atmosphere increasingly thick as Ivan shifted closer. Till felt dizzy, immense heat pooling in his gut, the blood in his veins burned underneath his skin, threatening to swallow his very existence.
“Ivan, I–I feel weird,” Till stutters.
Ivan loved when Till said his name, when he called him or cursed him out on the job, his voice being music to his ears. Either way he’d be of Till’s service because Till deserves every good thing that happens to him, he deserves the world, Ivan included.
Without an answer from Ivan, Till’s hands bunched the front of Ivan's shirt, holding it so damn hard it’d probably wrinkle. Ivan did not care.
“This is your fucking fault–” Till curses out, because with no one to blame, of course it was Ivan’s fault.
Ivan nuzzles his nose into Till’s neck, taking a long whiff, smirking against the tender skin as he begins placing gentle kisses. Till bit back a moan, the fluid in his system making him sensitive to the lightest of touch. Ivan’s hands anchored themselves on the other hips to hold him upright. The taller already extremely pleased with the fact that somehow his fantasies was going to become a pleasant reality, maybe he really was Gods favorite.
“Let me help you,” Ivan deeply purrs as he hiked his way up to Till’s face, peppering feathery kisses and lightly nipping all the while.
Fuck you, Is what Till wants to snap but all that comes out is a whimper. His body feels terribly hot and tense, every touch of Ivan’s burning through his clothes. Like a tight coil about to spring open, achingly empty. Hesitantly, all Ivan gets is a half-fucked out nod.
Ivan chuckles, the nod being all the permission he needs; pampering Till with a nonstop onslaught of kisses and licks. Pecking his cheek, forehead, chin, neck, any expanse of skin he could reach except Till’s lips.
Till’s hands snake around Ivan’s neck, bathing in such affection he never thought of, never wished to receive. As Ivan continues his ministration, diligently cursed out by Till, you are so full of shit and a few I hate you go one ear out the other . Ivan’s selective hearing being rather useful.
Slowly, Till quiets down; simple insults being hard to form as his brain effectively turns into mush. Ivan’s touches turned the other man into a warm pliant puddle in his skilled hands.
Ivan shoves his face into Till’s neck before he sucks on the skin, determined to leave a bruise. Till whines in response, egging Ivan on as he then bites harshly, lapping at the skin as if it was his last meal.
Just as sweet as he imagined. Till tasted utterly delectable, Ivan agonized for more.
Ivan tilts his head up, looking into those teal eyes he’d admired. Glancing once more at soft lips before deciding his self-restraint wasn’t as strong as he thought it was, smashing the two together with a clink from Ivan’s glasses.
Till’s brain goes numb, short-circuiting as the kiss makes him feel heady, Ivan’s tongue already intruding.
Messily, the two kiss, Till succumbing to such treatment as he kisses Ivan back with just as much excitement. Pulling back from one another, a string of saliva connecting the two.
Ivan licks his lips approvingly, “Not hard to please?” he teases, staring at Till.
Till stares back mindlessly, synapses not being made as the potion he unknowingly drank made him senseless. Ivan only snickers, snaggletooth divoting into his lip.
Ivan dives back in, lavishing Till’s neck as his fingers outline the silhouette of Till's slim waist, before tugging at the tight bow behind. Small noises are shook out of Till as Ivan bites a brand into Till’s neck before sucking roughly.
“Till,” Ivan hums as he nips Till’s earlobe, undoing the bow before shaking Till’s pants off with practice, “Tell me who you’re with right now?”
Ivan's tone is scarily serious, Till takes a moment to understand, his mind preoccupied with his lower half being manhandled.
Till’s hands interlace behind Ivan, unknowingly pulling him closer, any contact feeling mind bending, “You–” he whimpers.
“Who…?” Ivan interjects, pushing his luck.
“ Fuck-–,you–you Ivan-” Till moans as Ivan’s hands grip his thighs, kneading the skin, wanting it to bruise. Possessive asshole Till thinks despite not stopping Ivan.
“Good,” Is all Ivan mutters into the side of Till’s neck, before he hooks a finger around the waistband of Till’s boxers. Pulling them off, Till gasps as the cold hair hits his skin, his length springing out, clearly aroused and begging to be touched.
Ivan licks his lips as he pushes Till to lay onto the table. Till feels every rub of fabric against his skin, his clothes on his top half felt too tight as if restricting his thoughts. Ivan lifts Tills legs over his shoulder, then stilling.
Till stirs and lifts his head impatiently to look at Ivan, “What–?”
Ivan stares between Till’s legs, blank faced, an expression Till only saw Ivan hold on three other occasions. Till tries to close his legs, delayed shamefulness catching up to him, but the hold Ivan has on him prevents any movement.
Just as Till thinks he should punch the guy, Ivan spouts “You’re wet,”
Till flushes in embarrassment realizing he's sitting in a puddle of slick, he tries to say or shout something but all that comes out is useless sputtering. How the fuck is that even possible? It shouldn’t be possible–
Ivan studies Till, a sly smirk etching his features, before a hand comes to scoop the slick, lathering his fingers in it. Till grimaces, utterly disgusted, still comprehending how this could even happen to begin with.
“Interesting,” He notes before he slides a finger inside Till.
Till immediately arches at the foreign feeling that wiggles inside him. Ivan instantaneously dips another one in, easily sliding along the other. He hums as he spreads Till open, scissoring his inside. Till moans, stuffing his arms into his face as it feels so fucking good.
Ivan’s free hand helps to spread Till wider, biting at Till’s leg that’s hooked on his shoulder. He pulls soaked fingers out of Till, for someone who wants to fuck Till so bad, he’s going excruciatingly slow.
“Already loosened to,” Ivan says, mostly to himself.
Till is about to beg Ivan to fuck him, with how his body feels, he needs more. It's only when something pokes against Till’s thigh that he jerks out of his daze. Ivan’s apron drops to the floor as he undoes his belt. Leaning forward to press kisses along Tills neck, and God, if Till doesn’t immediately grasp on Ivan like it's his lifeline.
Till hitches as he feels it press against his rim, long and thick, hands digging into Ivan’s back.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit” Till pants into Ivan’s shoulder.
“Relax,” Is the only warning Till gets before hands grasp onto his hips, Ivan easing himself into Till with care.
It doesn’t hurt, but it's a lot, and oh Till has never felt so warmly full.
Ivan stops moving as his hips are smushed against Till’s ass, he kisses Till sloppily, smothering and depriving the other of air. Pulling back to nip along his neck and murmur praise as he groans, bending Till in half as he holds him.
“You feel so good, so perfect,” Ivan whines into Till’s ear as a hand lightly tugs his hair.
Till shudders into Ivan, gripping hard at any surface as he gets used to Ivan’s length, quite speechless. He finds Ivan momentarily staring at his stomach, Till looks down, horrified to see a bulge through his clothes. Ivan’s hand ghosts over the distention, gulping.
“Till,” Ivan pants as there two breathes mingle against one another, “Till I’m gonna start moving”
Till buries his head into Ivan, nodding, his whole body wracking with pleasure, clothes soaked from how much sweat he’s produced. He should have pushed Ivan away, but with Ivan inside, helping to ease the excruciating burn all over him, he couldn’t have pushed Ivan away.
Ivan then pulls out to the tip before slamming the air out of Till. Till moans, as Ivan keeps that motion going, rocking back and forth as he kisses Till’s neck all the while. The two are both noisy, it's only when Ivan changes his angle that Till screams.
“Just like that, I wanna hear every noise that comes out of you, you’re doing so well,” Ivan’s praise has Till’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.
As Ivan’s thrust pushed against Till’s prostate, Till thrashes his legs, throwing his head side to side as the constant waves of pleasure were too much. Ivan’s cock effectively splits Till open, carving its way inside, rearranging Till’s insides to make room.
“Ivan-” Till moans the man's name out with all he could.
Till yanks Ivan head back, the man groaning in response because of course a freak like him likes it, then pulling him into a needy kiss.
Ivan kisses back chastely, a heavy difference compared to how hard Ivan was destroying his insides.
And with a particularly hard thrust, Till spills over, ejaculating all over his top half. Ivan helps ride his orgasm out as Till moans endlessly before Ivan cums with a groan.
Ivan pulls back, sweaty and panting, hair disheveled, Till would be lying if he didn’t say Ivan looked tempting .
“You did good, however were not done” Ivan licks his lips, lust in his gaze, wanting to pounce onto Till.
Ivan looks at Till’s length, still straight up despite orgasming, Till’s whole body shakes with pleasure, it didn’t make sense that he was still hard. In fact, that orgasm did not cool the heat burning inside his gut one bit. Nevertheless, Ivan does not question it because the bastard already knows the reason, instead he flips Till over onto his stomach like a ragdoll.
Ivan teases Till as his hands run along Till’s form. Till feels messy, his whole world going upside down as he’s met with the very table he was just cleaning now. Ivan's fingers snake to Till’s hands, peeling his white gloves off. Till trembles as he realizes how much bigger Ivan’s hands are as they clasps on his, how much bigger Ivan is in general. All it does is make Till clench, clench around nothing.
Without a thought Till rubs his lower half against Ivan, the other groaning in response. And there goes all of Till's nonexistent dignity, Ivan would have to apologize later.
“Needy aren’t we?” Ivan nuzzles against Till’s nape, sucking an imprint to join the others.
“Shut up-” Is choked out of Till before Ivan thrust back in without warning. Ivan’s pace is rough, yet he's smitten by Till, admiring every subtle movement and noise he creates.
Despite just coming down from his high, Till can already feel a second orgasm coming his way, Ivan feeling so good inside of him. Till’s body clearly agreeing as he hugs Ivan’s cock welcomingly.
Ivan is stupidly good with his hands as he caresses Till’s clothed upper half before finally deeming it time to peel them off. He makes quick work of Till’s clothes, undoing the layers and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
Immediately squeezing the plush skin, coaxing his hands in the puddle of slick below them before rubbing it across Till. Gross, Till thinks, but let’s Ivan do what he wants as his lower half feels nicely churned, wondering if this is how cake batter feels when it's stirred.
Ivan’s hands find their way to Till’s chest tugging on a bud experimentally, gaining a sob out of Till, he satisfyingly continues the touch.
Till feels all of it go to his brain, the stimulation on his body making him a wailing mess under Ivan. Tears jerk from Till’s eyes, adding to the wetness slathered on his face. Till cums again, once, twice, and another, but all Ivan does is keep moving before he cums again too.
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Till is breathless, his chest stings with how hard it’d been pinched and bitten, his legs hurt from keeping himself up. It's hard to even keep his own eyes open, enthralled by the figure that continually looms around him all the while, admittedly losing track of time. He feels sticky all over, cum-sticky, face drenched with tears and full with Ivan's seed, yet he is still hard.
Ivan pulls off of him to admire the mess, the loss of contact making Till whines, utterly ruined underneath the man that caused all of this. Ivan's clothes had already been shaken off, matching Till's bareness but no where near as ravished as Till looked.
It’d been a while since the two had talked throughout all of this, their moans and sounds providing one another with pleasant white noise.
Ivan turns Till over onto his back, humming in thick satisfaction, glaring at Till’s hard length and the debauched mess of his lower half.
“How about we try something else?” Ivan suggests, already hauling a weakened Till into a bridal carry.
Till weakly holds onto Ivan exhaustedly, his white unbuttoned shirt draped over his frame, not hiding much. Ivan snuggles his cheek against Till’s sweaty forehead as he walks to the break room. Murmuring belated sweetness to Till like he was his world, his universe.
Ivan lays the man on the breakroom table, Till hisses feeling the coldness hit his skin only to have Ivan's warmth tower over him.
He then slips three fingers in and Till whimpers as it’s not enough, “Ivan–fuck–” he groans and clenches down senselessly like a whore.
Ivan chuckles, “Just for a little while, hang in there for me” his tone hold reassurance.
He then leans forward and sucks on Till’s chest, Till immediately arches from oversensitivity. Ivan smirks, as he then lightly bites around the sensitive area, softly massaging Till’s prostate as the man at the end of contact deliciously spasms in Ivan's eyes.
Ivan nurses the one side of Till’s chest before deciding the other needs attention too. He licks at Till’s perk nipple before latching on, Till shuffles and whines but undeniably bends into Ivan. His brain to fucked out to make sense of anything happening, the only thought he calculates is the sweltering bliss.
Yet Till’s chest is left swollen, painted with bruises and bites Ivan is quite proud of. Ivan smiles when he rings another orgasm out of Till, the white substance spreading amongst the canvas.
As Till came down from his all too familiar high, Ivan dipped down between his legs to leave tender kisses along milky thighs that Ivan dreamed of holding. Ivan bites down, relishing in the taste as he nips along Till’s thighs, switching to savor each one every so often like a dessert bar.
Ivan takes his glasses off, placing them on the floor somewhere, admittedly tracing his lips with his tongue as he stares at the main event.
“Clean you up a bit shall we?” Ivan purrs before plunging in, utterly euphoric.
Till immediately attempts to close his legs as he yelps, Ivan knows better as he spreads Till’s legs wide. The marks and bruises already begin forming along Till’s thighs, Ivan notes that Till does in fact bruise rather easily.
Ivan licks the mess off of Till, not even caring to taste himself on his tongue. Dipping past loosened muscles as he eats Till out like it's the only thing he's ever wanted. Till howls, gasping Ivan’s name as Ivan indulges himself in between Till’s legs.
Till succumbs to ecstasy, hitting his limit, to his horror nothing comes out. Ivan parts with the muscle, drool dripping down his chin like a dog as he looks at Till’s members and sees no new mess being made.
Ivan looks downright smug, but keeps quiet as he kisses Till length and climbs back up, pecking Till to continue the act of lovemaking. Till groans into his mouth feverishly, legs tangle around Ivan as the two forget what oxygen is.
Then, Ivan aligns himself with Till again, tilting Till's hips up, kissing the other ridiculous as he rams back in. Till’s insides no longer foreign to Ivan as he ponders on many thoughts, mostly his photographic memory taking snapshots of Till. Reaching to bend the other in half, lips locked together all the while as Ivan angels himself, determined to get the head of his cock somehow deeper in Till's caverns.
Ivan breaks the kiss, curse his lunges, he thinks despite having a very sufficient work out routine. Till’s face is contoured with pleasure as he writhes, weeping, slick thighs littered with marks fall open, “Ivan–please no-more–can’t take it–”
It comes out as whines to Ivan, again, selective hearing.
“So good for me, gonna fill you up all nice again-” Ivan murmurs, “-fuck you again and again until you can’t walk," to put it simply he sounds crazy.
But it doesn't stop Till from moaning, melting as his insides are brutalized, grounding his nails into broad shoulders blade.
“You just clenched down again, did you like that?” Ivan whispers as he licks Till’s earrings.
Ivan pounds in hard, causing Till to see stars as he convulses one last time before passing out, going limp in Ivan’s hold.
Ivan smirks, pulling out as white thick drops leaks down Till’s wrecked legs. He nuzzles into Till’s head so affectionately, that it was nowhere near as gentle as what the two were doing just a few moments ago. The taller places innocent kisses along Till’s face, not minding how much of a mess he was. Because he made this mess, Ivan thinks proudly.
“I love you,” he mumbles silently into pierced ears.
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Ivan cleans rather nicely, disinfecting every spot Till and him had fun in because he wasn’t that much of a weirdo. Throwing the rags into a deep wash, wiping Till down before devising a plan to get him home, then being met face to face with the thing that started it all. Ivan smiles, holding the familiar bottle in his hand, he judges there is a good three quarters left.
“I think it’ll be good to keep you around for good measures,” He says before stuffing the bottle into his back pocket.
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Till stirs in bed, the morning light fixtures right onto his eyes through old apartment curtains. He lays comfortably, clinging onto a pillow as he sits himself up. Yawning as he rubs his eyes tiredly, staying silent for a moment as he looks into his all too familiar apartment.
Until he gets the most insane whiplash that he believes the world has ended.
He tosses the heavy blanket off of him so fast, climbing off his bed about to rush to the bathroom mirror, hoping it was some weird wet dream. Only to cling to his nightstand as his legs did not just work as they were supposed to.
What the fuck. He stays quiet, momentarily trying to move his legs. Whatthefuckwhatthefuck.
Eventually he finds his balance as he limps over to his restroom, met with total debauchery. He wears a shirt way too big for himself, covering just right about his lower half. Marks are etched practically everywhere, most potent on his neck and thighs. His eyebags look somehow worse? He didn’t think they could get any darker. And not to mention his whole body is sore head to toe as if he just did a full body gym workout on his inside too.
There is no way he had sex with Ivan. No way. No way…
Which is where he finds himself shuffling baggy jeans that hid all his curves on, a thick winter jacket, and an obnoxious long scarf.
Racing out of his apartment, full on throttle (speed walking) to Ivan's apartment. He feels heated, cheeks flushed from embarrassment? Anger? Or maybe it was just the cold weather.
He knocks rather loudly against Ivan’s door, not wary of Ivan’s obnoxious rich neighbors.
Ivan opens his door, hair tousled and not fixed, perfect spitting image of bed head. Shirtless as of that, gray sweatpants swung lowly on his hips as he leaned against his doorway. Toned body filling the space up perfectly, the total opposite from Till's current physical appearance. Probably the first and only time he’d seen Ivan so– so normal?
“Good morning Till, I see you want to return my shirt back?” Ivan looks at Till charmingly, snaggletooth out for full display. Acting as if he didn't just mess up Till's yearly prostate exam.
“Want to explain what the fuck happened yesterday—or furthermore how the fuck–” Till shuffles around uncomfortably, Ivan’s hot air from his apartment seeping into his skins. Tantalizing in a way that makes him want to usher himself inside, away from the cold air.
“I have my ways” Ivan clicks his tongue.
Till is about to beat this man. He knows he can’t, really he does. But having the satisfaction of landing at least two blows on such a perfect face would be nice. Till just thought of what to say when Ivan ask him what he wants for Christmas.
“Till, I hate to say it but I really don't want to get punched on the one out of two days we don't work,” Ivan reads Till like an open book.
“You are fucking crazy,” Till lashes out, no he did not want to say that, but close enough to what he was thinking to say.
“I never said I wasn’t,” Ivan pensively smiles as he looks down at Till.
Till rolls his eyes, looking elsewhere like he’s about to leave. He should leave shouldn’t he? He’s not getting anywhere with this fuckface.
Ivan picks up on Till's intentions and swoons in, “Would you like to come in? I made tea,” He gestures to the inside of his apartment by stepping to the side.
No, Till thinks, No I don’t want to step inside your sex dungeon. But Till is naive and tea doesn’t sound awful. With a grumble he shoves his way inside taking winter layers off. Ivan stares adequately at the other's nape before shutting the door.
Ivan's home smells vaguely sweet, adorned with modern riches. Till unfortunately finds it as a second home, already quite comfortable as he sips on hot tea. The two stay in contentment, Till's mind wandering off to gaze at Ivan apartment, taking a few glances at the owner in the process. It's only when Ivan turns around briefly, again shirtless, that Till's breathe catches in his throat as many, long red marks are engraved into Ivan's back.
“Y’know, you could’ve just asked,” Till says barely above a whisper.
“To have sex?” Ivan says genuinely.
“No–” Till sighs, “A date would have been nice”
Ivan looks clueless in a way, like that wasn’t an option racked into his weird ass brain.
Till clings onto his last sanity, is he going to have to spell it out for Ivan? Ivan stiffens when Till gives him a look, “I know a place that serves very good tteokbokki and nice wine, twenty minute walk and perfect for a nightly outing,” Ivan spouts.
“Date?” Till says, his face buried into his tea cup.
“Preferably tonight,” Ivan’s words come out smooth as ever, hopefully securing his winnings.
Till scoffs, but knows he has nothing to do tonight, a tiny nod given to Ivan.
Ivan’s eyes lit up, imaginary tail wagging as he himself takes a sip of his own tea.
“No sex,” Till says glaring, “ No sex tonight.” he rephrases cautiously. He wasn’t opposed to having it with Ivan again, he'd be lying if he said the sex they had was horrible. But with the way his body was thoroughly punishing him, that was not an option.
“And I’m an Idol,” Ivan says.
Till might actually beat this man senseless and dig him a nice six foot deep hole, in width the hole only needs about two feet to fit Ivan, but the rest of the room is for his outrageous libido.
