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First, it was in his room at home. Then, the living room, when he invited his friend to sleep over again. Now, they were at school.
Ivan had been more behaved when he approached Till. He was still talkative, still teased him now and again, but his antics had stopped. No more missing belongings. No more chasing through hallways. No more pushing Ivan off him.
Wherever Till was during break, Ivan was there—a constant figure.
Till knew he should stop the hypnosis, remove the instructions ingrained in the boy’s mind, but with Ivan so close—sitting beside him on the school’s rooftop—he couldn’t help himself.
“Vani.”
He watched as Ivan’s body seemed to droop. “Come, sit on my lap.”
Ivan obeyed, moving like he was on autopilot, facing him with a soft smile. Till’s eyes wandered to the snaggletooth peeking out between Ivan’s lips.
He kissed it. Ivan didn’t move.
Till’s hands slid from Ivan’s waist to his belt, undoing it and tugging down the waistband of his pants. He squeezed the soft mounds before checking the puckered hole—wet. Ivan had followed his instructions during break to prepare for him.
“Such a good pup for me, Vani. Raise your hips—I’m putting it in.”
“Hmm, I can feel you twitching already. You want me inside so badly, huh?”
He rubbed the tip of his cock against Ivan’s entrance, spreading the precum to make it wetter.
“Vani, sit. Slowly.”
Little by little, Ivan moved down, his body taking every inch of Till’s cock. Till let out a sigh. It was warm, and despite being loosened, Ivan still clung to him deliciously tight.
It was electrifying—having sex at school, watching Ivan follow every instruction without hesitation.
It was addicting.
Honestly, Till wanted to stay like this forever, keeping Ivan on his cock, relishing the feeling of his body wrapped around him.
But classes weren’t over, and it was already suspicious enough that he kept dragging Ivan around campus with no clear reason.
“Vani, put your hands on my shoulders. Good. Now, fix how you sit and bounce for me.”
Ivan adjusted, feet planted on the ground, knees bent, and began bouncing. The slap of skin on skin was music to Till’s ears. A passing thought tempted him—he wanted to hear Ivan’s moans. But they couldn’t make too much noise, or they’d get caught. Being here was forbidden enough; what they were doing was unthinkable.
Till tightened his grip on Ivan’s waist, helping him move while keeping himself grounded, trying not to come too soon.
To distract himself, Till pushed up Ivan’s jacket. The cold air hit Ivan’s skin, making him shiver and tighten around Till’s cock. Till’s eyes fell to Ivan’s pink nipples, perkier now from the past week’s play. He leaned in, taking one into his mouth, sucking gently—careful not to leave marks.
Ivan’s breath grew ragged, his panting heavier now. Till had learned the signs: Ivan was close.
Separating from the swollen nub, Till ordered, “Pup—huff—Vani. I want you to come from here.” He pressed down on Ivan’s lower abdomen. “Don’t come from your pretty cock. Nod if you understand.”
Ivan’s lashes fluttered. For a moment, he seemed frozen, processing the command. Just before Till could repeat himself, Ivan nodded and began bouncing faster on his lap.
“Ah, fuck… I’m coming. Take it all, pup.”
Till released deep inside Ivan, his grip tightening to hold him down. Moments later, Ivan twitched, his insides fluttering. Nothing came from his dick—he had successfully dry orgasmed.
Till reached for the towel in his bag and slowly pulled out of Ivan. “Such a good boy for me,” he murmured, wiping the cum dribbling from Ivan’s hole and peppering him with soft kisses. “Vani, I’m going to tap your neck twice again. You’ll pass out for a bit, but when you wake up, you’ll only remember us having lunch. Do you understand?”
He felt Ivan’s head bob against his shoulder, and he smiled. Adorable.
“Till-ssi~” Ivan’s head popped up over Till’s desk.
“Hm? What’s up?” Till looked up from his music sheet to see the boy in front of him smiling mischievously.
Ivan climbed onto Till’s desk and sat down. “Skipping gym class again? One of these days, our teacher’s gonna get mad at you.”
Till scoffed. “I just say I have a sun allergy, and the teacher leaves me alone. He doesn’t really care.” He glanced up at Ivan. “What about you? Aren’t you skipping class too?”
Ivan shrugged, glancing around the empty classroom. Then, hopping off the desk, he skipped over to the blackboard. “I told them I was going to the infirmary, but then I saw you here alone!”
Till watched Ivan as he wrote something on the blackboard, and that feeling crept back in.
Was he really that big of a risk-taker? Could he get away with what he was thinking?
He heard his heartbeat quicken, the sound drowning out the faint noise from outside. Slowly, he stood and walked to lock the classroom door.
A wave of adrenaline hit him, his vision blurring slightly. He turned back to see Ivan doodling on the board, completely unaware.
“Vani.”
Ivan froze mid-doodle, his hands stopping as he went perfectly still.
"Prop your elbows on the teacher’s desk," Till instructed, his voice steady. As he made his way to the front of the classroom, Ivan complied, positioning himself in front of the desk, facing the empty room.
Till positioned himself behind Ivan, admiring the boy’s back—bent over just for him.
He lifted Ivan’s jacket and cooed at the flawless skin. “If only I could mark you, Vani…” he murmured. Leaning in, he licked the length of Ivan’s spine, trailing kisses along his nape, as though worshiping him.
Then, he tugged down the raven-haired boy’s pants, exposing a swollen entrance.
He had fingered him in the bathroom earlier—hurried and impatient. Till had nearly been late to class, forcing him to prepare Ivan quickly, his touch rougher than usual.
Although it was tough to give orders to Ivan during class—whispering in his ear while his classmates watched curiously—Till thought it was worth it as he spread the twitching, inviting hole open.
He licked his fingers, slicking himself with spit for good measure before lining up. As he pushed in, Ivan’s insides pulled him deeper, and he struggled to suppress a groan. It felt so wrong to be doing this here, yet so right to be inside Ivan. Resting his head on Ivan’s back, he took a moment to steady himself, trying to keep control.
Till grinds his hips, keeping his thrusts shallow, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
His blood rushed to his head, the thrill of doing it in a place even riskier than the school’s rooftop fueling him.
He loved the rush it gave him, the feeling of Ivan’s tightness around him. He loved the control he has over this free-spirited boy.
Till loved Ivan, and he’d rather die than let anyone take him away.
He heard the whistle from the field outside, signaling it was time to finish. Reaching for Ivan’s hardened nipples, he flicked one, making Ivan twitch. Feeling the taut pecs beneath his fingers only heightened his excitement. Till pulled out, catching his release in his hand as he fisted himself over the tip.
“Vani.” Ivan turned, his pants still undone. “Kneel.”
Ivan knelt, looking up at Till, waiting for his command.
“Clean my hand.”
The boy obeyed, licking and sucking Till’s palm clean.
Till panted as he looked down at Ivan, gently petting the boy’s head. A thought lingered in his mind—how would Ivan react if he were fully conscious? Would he cry? Beg him for more, or plead for him to stop? Would his body respond even more intensely to every touch, every caress?
Even if he wanted to know, a wave of anxiety washed over him at the thought of Ivan finding out what he’d been doing. Ivan would hate him—despise him—and Till couldn’t bear that. No, he couldn’t risk losing him. He had to make sure Ivan never found out.
Exams were just around the corner, and Till was growing increasingly frustrated. Neither he nor Ivan had been able to make time for each other, both consumed by their studies and other obligations.
Till had grown accustomed to having Ivan at his side—the boy always eager, never missing an opportunity to be near him. But now, the absence was palpable. Chasing after Ivan to satisfy his desires wasn’t an option, and realizing just how reliant he’d become on Ivan’s obedience and warmth was an oversight Till hadn’t anticipated.
Still, they were students first. As much as Till yearned for control, for the intoxicating thrill Ivan gave him, they couldn’t afford to let their grades slip.
As Till made his way out of school, heading to cram school, his eyes caught a familiar figure near the gate. Ivan stood there, shifting on his feet like he was waiting for someone. Before Till could call out to him, a blonde man approached Ivan.
The man wasn’t particularly tall, but he was undeniably attractive, with a polished look that immediately grated on Till’s nerves. He wore a college uniform and carried himself with the casual confidence of someone who knew they were charming. They exchanged a few words, and then Ivan laughed—light and carefree.
It was a sound Till hadn’t heard in days, and instead of feeling relief, it gnawed at him. That laugh wasn’t for him; it was for this stranger.
Till’s grip on his bag strap tightened as he watched the blonde man chuckle along, his easy demeanor making the interaction seem far too familiar. Jealousy surged, hot and unrelenting.
Without hesitation, he walked toward them, placing a hand on Ivan’s back, his fingers ghosting toward the boy’s waist in a move that felt both possessive and natural.
“Hey, Ivan.”
Ivan turned at the touch, surprised but quickly breaking into a grin that showcased his snaggletooth. “Till! I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Till shrugged, his tone carefully measured. “Been busy with cram school. Who’s this?”
“This is my tutor, Luka-hyung,” Ivan said, gesturing to the blonde man. Till’s jaw tightened. Hyung? So they were close enough to use honorifics like that, huh? And why hadn’t Ivan ever mentioned having a tutor?
The man—Luka—smiled, seemingly oblivious to Till’s growing irritation. “Nice to meet you. I’m in my third year of college. Ivan’s father hired me to help him prep for exams.”
“Luka-hyung makes homework so much easier,” Ivan added, his tone bright.
“You’re too kind,” Luka chuckled, his teasing tone grating on Till even more. “It’s good to see you have friends, though.”
Ivan rolled his eyes at the comment, but Till didn’t appreciate the casual familiarity between them. His fingers twitched, resisting the urge to pull Ivan closer.
“Hey, Ivan,” Till said abruptly, his voice low. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”
Ivan glanced between the two, his expression uncertain, but nodded.
Till led him away, just far enough so Luka couldn’t overhear.
“Vani,” Till murmured, and he watched as Ivan’s body instantly relaxed, the tension easing out of his shoulders.
Till leaned in, positioning himself to block Luka’s view. His hand grazed the back of Ivan’s neck—a fleeting but deliberate touch. Then, two soft taps with his fingers. To an outsider, it might have looked like an innocent whisper—or even the suggestion of a kiss.
From Luka’s perspective, the interaction looked intimate enough to raise an eyebrow. He smirked, clearly entertained by the sight.
When Ivan returned to his tutor, he was smiling, his demeanor unchanged, as if nothing unusual had happened. He slipped back into place beside Luka, ready to go home.
Luka’s smirk deepened. “I didn’t know your friend was your lover.”
Ivan’s head snapped up, but he quickly glanced away, his red ears the only visible hint of his flustered state. He muttered something under his breath, too quiet for Luka to catch. Taking it as a sign not to press further, Luka simply fell into step beside him, letting the moment pass as they crossed the street in silence.
As Till watched them disappear into the distance, he unlocked his phone and scrolled through his messages. His mother’s last text caught his eye—a reminder that she’d already left for another business trip and had stocked the fridge before leaving.
Till cocked his head. It didn’t matter. Hell, even his studies didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was Ivan—back in his arms, pliant, obedient, his and only his. He needed to feel that again. No, he would make sure of it.
The park was eerily quiet, the only sound coming from the faint rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze. Till sat on a bench under the dim glow of a streetlamp, its light barely cutting through the shadows. He checked his watch, the ticking second hand a steady rhythm in the silence. Right on time, footsteps echoed faintly through the empty park.
He looked up to see Ivan approaching, draped in a long coat that looked almost absurd for the mild night air. If anyone else had been around, they might have noticed how out of place he seemed. But there was no one.
“Vani,” Till called softly, his voice carrying through the stillness. He patted his lap, “Come here, pup”.
Without a word, Ivan obeyed, his movements mechanical, his gaze distant as he settled into Till’s lap.
Till kissed Ivan’s face, his hands roaming over the boy’s body, exploring wherever they could reach. His fingers ventured lower, and when they brushed against Ivan’s backside, he paused. The skin was slick, and his heart skipped a beat.
How could this be?
Till froze, trying to recall if he had asked Ivan to prepare himself earlier. His mind raced as he tore open Ivan’s coat, searching for any evidence that the boy had been touched or marked. But there was nothing.
Till’s mind drifted to the conversation from earlier.
“Come to the park near my house. Make sure you’re not wearing anything under a coat for me, understand?”
Ivan had nodded, and Till had been satisfied with the response. He recalled tapping Ivan on the nape, ensuring the conversation would slip from his memory.
Even if Ivan wasn't marked, it still meant that man had touched him. Till could feel his blood boil, anger swelling up inside him.
Without bothering to prepare Ivan, Till thrust in all at once, his anger boiling over at the mere thought of someone else touching him. His grip on Ivan’s hips was bruising, his fingers digging into soft skin as he yanked the boy up and down in a relentless rhythm. Each harsh motion was fueled by the possessiveness clawing at his chest.
Ivan’s body twitched in response, his head lolling slightly as drool spilled from his parted lips. He was pliant, utterly molded to Till’s will, and it only made the twisted hunger in Till worse.
“You like being rubbed here, don’t you?” Till growled lowly, his voice dripping with a blend of triumph and rage. “Fuck—he… he’ll never know that.”
His teeth sank into Ivan’s shoulder, harder this time, uncaring of the mark he left behind. “God—your insides, everything… it’s carved into my shape. Molded for me,” Till hissed, his words breaking on another sharp thrust. Ivan’s body jolted in response, nearly slipping forward, but Till pulled him back with a possessive force.
“You’re mine, pup. Mine. My—“ Till’s voice cracked, his rage unraveling into something raw. Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. “—Ivan.”
Ivan’s insides tightened around him, and finally, Ivan’s detached expression cracked, shifting into something far more alive—an expression shaped by the overwhelming fullness of Till’s cock.
Till pulled Ivan against him, wrapping his arms tightly around the boy’s trembling frame. He buried his face in the crook of Ivan’s neck, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. He couldn’t bear to look at him.
He braced himself for rejection, for disgust, for the slap of reality to hit him square in the face. But all he felt was Ivan’s warmth—his skin, his scent, and the clenching of his insides.
And then, softly: “Till…”
The sound of his name made Till tense, his breath hitching.
“D’you wanna own me?” Ivan slurs, his tone airy, almost teasing.
Till’s head snapped up. Ivan wasn’t angry. He wasn’t confused. No, Ivan was smiling. Wide. The glint in Ivan’s eyes was dark, playful, and unnervingly bright. It matched the very same hunger Till felt.
Before Till could even begin to process the shift, Ivan leaned in, his lips capturing Till’s in a kiss that was frantic, messy, and utterly suffocating. Till couldn’t tell if he was holding his breath or if Ivan’s intensity was stealing it away.
Till’s chest heaved, his wide eyes fixed on Ivan. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to be the outcome—not after breaking the hypnosis.
Ivan tilted his head, watching Till’s expression with an almost mocking delight. “You seem surprised, Till,” he teased, his voice lilting like a melody. “Mmn, but I’ve known. I’ve known what’s been happening. Well, only recently,” he admitted, his tone so nonchalant it was maddening.
And then, as if the weight of the truth wasn’t heavy enough, Ivan continued. His hips rolled, keeping pace, the boy’s body moving against Till like he hadn’t just shattered the fragile thread of control that kept their dynamic intact. Ivan’s soft hum filled the silence, as though they weren’t tangled in something depraved and far beyond redemption.
Till could only hiss at the drag of Ivan’s entrance, impossibly tight and pulling him deeper with every roll of Ivan’s hips. The friction was unbearable, each movement dragging a groan from his throat as Ivan rode him, slow and deliberate.
“I remember a heavy feeling in my mouth," Ivan began, his voice airy yet oddly composed, even as his movements stuttered briefly from pleasure. "You were so deep I couldn’t breathe, Till. Sadly, I forgot the feeling—you called me Vani and made me forget." He pouted, his hands braced against Till's chest as he began to pick up the pace, his nails digging slightly into Till's shirt. "But it’s okay! Because after that, I would slip in and out of your hypnosis.”
Ivan huffed, his lips curling into a small, twisted smile. “You were too rough sometimes. I’d jolt awake while you were enjoying me." His eyes fluttered as a shiver rolled through him, the sheer fullness making his thighs tremble. "But… I felt happy that I could experience that with you. I loved it.”
Till groaned, his grip tightening on Ivan’s hips. The boy was so warm, so impossibly good around him, it was hard to focus on anything but the way Ivan clenched around him with every word.
Ivan tilted his head, his gaze unfocused for a moment before locking on Till’s face. His voice dropped, breathy and intimate. “Every time we did it, I’d always feel an itch after. I couldn’t remember much—just blurry bits and pieces of you on top of me. Your scent. God, I felt like I was going insane." He bit his lip, his snaggletooth catching on the soft skin. His rhythm faltering slightly before resuming, faster now. "I’d relieve myself nonstop at home because of you.”
Till’s chest heaved, his breath coming out in ragged pants as Ivan ground down against him, deliberately clenching around him in a way that made his vision blur. He couldn’t form words, couldn’t even think—just groan in response as Ivan continued.
“I pieced it all together after our time apart," Ivan said, his voice soft but with a manic edge. "Are you proud of me?" He leaned closer, his lips brushing Till’s ear. "The gaps in my memories, hng—I finally remembered them. The desire to keep myself full even when I was studying with hyung, to be pierced by your cock—it’s all thanks to you.”
Ivan straightened again, his eyes gleaming, unrestrained and wild. “Take responsibility, Till. I can’t live without you anymore. I’m so glad you woke me up. Finally, finally, finally, I know that you feel this way for me." He tossed his head back, moaning softly as his body jerked from a sharp thrust. "I’m yours, Till. I love you so much. We’ll be together forever and ever and ever. You can’t let me go now.”
Ivan leaned in again, this time pressing his lips against Till’s ear, his breath warm and trembling with exhilaration. “I know everything you’ve done now. So stay," he whispered, his voice dripping with devotion. "And love me as much as you want. Hm?”
Till felt something snap inside him, his control unraveling as his emotions overwhelmed him. His arms tightened around Ivan, turning him so that his back pressed flush against Till’s chest, exposing the boy to the quiet emptiness of the park. He moved with a relentless intensity, a fervor that made Ivan gasp and arch against him.
“Till!” Ivan’s voice carried a mix of urgency and delight, his words tumbling out in breathless exclamations. “I want… more—please—mess me up more!—”
Till silenced him, covering his mouth with one hand, his teeth grazing Ivan’s shoulder as he murmured fiercely, “You’re mine. Only mine.” His free hand moved to Ivan’s jaw, coaxing his lips open as he slid two fingers inside. Ivan’s tongue flicked against them instinctively, his breath hot and shallow against Till’s palm. He punctuated his words with a possessive grip, his other hand finding Ivan’s trembling fingers, intertwining them as if to anchor the moment.
Ivan tilted his head back, leaning into Till’s touch with a blissful smile. His voice softened, playful and filled with devotion. “Do whatever you want to me, Till. You know I’ll take it. I’ll take all of you.”
Till’s movements fastened as he buried his face in the crook of Ivan’s neck, his breath warm against his skin. “You’re perfect, Ivan,” he whispered, biting and nipping at the boy’s shoulder. “I love you—fuck——I love you. All for me. No one else—just me. Always me.”
Till adjusted his position again, hooking his arms beneath Ivan’s knees to hold him closer. With the new angle, he thrust even deeper, drawing a gasp from Ivan. Their bodies pressed together, and Ivan’s eyes widened as he caught sight of a bulge forming in his abdomen with each powerful motion.
“Ngh, so deep—you’re gonna kill me. Ahh!” Ivan’s voice was filled with a strange, almost joyful tone, his words punctuated by ragged breaths.
“You can take it, pup. You’ll let me make everything inside you mine, right? Hah, won’t let anything go to waste, hm?” Ivan mewled, nodding.
“So cute, my adorable pup. Open up for me—only me.”
Till releases inside Ivan but doesn’t stop moving. Ivan, too, keeps bouncing on his lap until he reaches his climax, spilling onto his stomach.
Ivan turned his head slightly, his eyes half-lidded, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he looked back at Till with an unsettling mix of unwavering affection and need. “Always you, Till,” he murmured, his voice steady, yet laced with something darker. “Forever. There’s no one else. There never could be.”
Till’s grip on Ivan’s neck tightened possessively as he crushed their lips together in a kiss that wasn’t just claiming—it was consuming. His teeth scraped against Ivan’s lower lip, almost punishingly, before soothing it with his tongue, as though he was marking him in every way he could. His free hand clawed at Ivan’s waist, holding him so close it felt as if he were trying to merge them into one.
“You’re mine,” Till growled against Ivan’s lips, his voice trembling with something almost primal. “No one else gets to have you. No one else even gets to look.”
Ivan’s laugh was soft, but there was a glint of madness in his gaze as he tilted his head, baring his neck for Till like a willing prey. “I wouldn’t want them to, Till. I only need you. I crave you. Even when you’re not here, it’s you in my head, always you—your voice, your hands, your everything.”
The world around them ceased to exist. The empty park, the darkened streets—it all melted into the background as their obsession consumed them whole. They weren’t just crossing a line anymore; they were obliterating it, lost in a shared madness that neither would ever want to escape.