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Ivan loves watching Till like this. Head thrown back in ecstasy, skin blushed pink, his long silver hair tickling his upper back, as his hips roll and his body shudders, his fingers gripping Ivan’s leg behind him as he rides his dick slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure, as Ivan’s trapped helplessly beneath him. He’s beautiful.
His skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, lips parted as he pants and moans softly, his nipples pert at attention, and his cock flushed as it stands upright, hard and dripping. Ivan can’t take his eyes off him.
He’s moving too slowly for Ivan to feel anything more than a buzz of pleasure simmering beneath his own heated skin, but he doesn’t care. Till’s enjoyment matters most to him; besides, he gets treated to this incredible view, so how can he be upset?
Till leans forward, dropping his hands against Ivan’s shoulders as he continues to work himself open on Ivan’s cock. His eyelashes flutter, and he stares down into Ivan’s face through half-lidded eyes, as his hips continue to rock forward and back at the same easy pace. “Good?” he murmurs.
Ivan nods quickly. “You’re so warm and tight,” he says, his hands stroking Till’s thighs. “You feel so good, my love.”
Till’s head ducks at the term of endearment, and Ivan can’t help but grin breathlessly. He’s adorable when he’s embarrassed. Ivan bites his lip, resisting the urge to lift his hips into Till’s to speed up his movements. Instead, he looks down between them at the spot their bodies connect, watching his member sink into Till’s ass before appearing again, just slightly, as Till’s not lifting very high with each roll of his hips. Still, Ivan groans at the sight and the sensation. Till takes him so well, clutching him, molding to him, like he was made for Ivan. Maybe he was.
“Fuck,” Ivan gasps, letting his head fall back against the pillow, grimacing as the heat continues to linger but not rise, prickling through him just enough to make him ache for more. “Till.”
“You said you’d be patient,” Till reminds him, lifting his head with a look.
Ivan whines softly. “I’ve been patient,” he says, his hands flexing gently against Till’s thighs.
“Yeah, well, I’m not ready yet, so wait,” Till says, pressing more firmly against Ivan’s shoulders as leverage as he slides slowly up Ivan’s dick before sinking back down with a soft moan.
Ivan winces at the tease. “At least give me something else while I’m waiting,” he says with a pout.
Till sighs. “What do you want?” he asks warily.
Ivan opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue. Till knows what it means, and he rolls his eyes but leans forward, positioning his mouth over Ivan’s before spitting. Ivan shivers as the warm saliva hits his tongue, and he moans, as Till spits again, this time letting drool dangle from his lips, falling with agonizing slowness onto Ivan’s waiting tongue. He laps at the string the saliva leaves behind, breaking it. He swallows before smiling faintly.
“Can I have some pre too?” he asks hopefully.
Till wrinkles his nose but reaches down with one hand, swiping two fingers through the precum that’s dripped onto Ivan’s stomach between them. “This is disgusting,” he says pointedly, even as he pushes his slick fingers into Ivan’s mouth.
Ivan moans at the taste, sucking it off Till’s fingers and running his tongue in between them to make sure he gets all of it. Till watches him, biting his lip, his flush still high on his cheeks and tinting his ears red. He might disparage Ivan’s requests, but he always seems to like how much Ivan enjoys tasting him.
Till inhales shakily, his hips slowing to a stop. Ivan whimpers and shifts under him, straining to remain still as his entire body throbs with need. Till slides his fingers from Ivan’s mouth, sitting back on his dick to look down at him. His hands run down Ivan’s chest, moving over his pectorals to thumb at his nipples briefly before coasting down across his stomach and quivering abdomen. His fingertips leave trails of fire in their wake, and Ivan moans again.
“Till,” he grips his thighs tighter. “I-I need you. Please.”
Till leans down to kiss him deeply, and Ivan’s breath hitches at the slight movement of his hips. He kisses him back hungrily, sucking on Till’s tongue as it enters his mouth, which causes Till to moan as well. His hands slide back up Ivan’s chest, tangling in his hair for a moment before he pulls back, spitting gently between Ivan’s parted lips once more before he leans away completely.
“Okay,” he says with a nod, swallowing hard. “I’m ready.”
Ivan moves immediately. He sits up, wrapping his arm around Till’s waist as he flips them over on the bed. Till winces as he hits the mattress, and Ivan grabs his leg, hoisting it up over his shoulder before he begins to thrust, hard and fast.
Till cries out, gripping Ivan’s shoulders with his hands, his head falling back against the pillows. Ivan groans, as the pleasure ripples through him, finally, finally bright and sharp and building toward something.
“Fuck, fuck, Ivan,” Till moans, grimacing as his body jolts with the force of Ivan’s hips slamming against him. He’s beautiful like this, too. Hair splayed out against the pillows, features tight with the pleasurable ache he’s no doubt feeling.
“Till, you feel so good,” Ivan murmurs, hips never slowing as he chases his orgasm, feeling the tingling heat growing low in his abdomen, pulling tighter, as the pleasure increases. Till’s walls clench and flutter around him, sucking him in with each push, and gripping him tightly with each pull. The friction and warmth are incredible. Ivan loves it. He loves being inside Till. It feels right. It feels like home.
“Ivan,” Till whimpers, his fingers drifting into his hair to grip the strands at the back of his head. He’s breathing hard, eyes closed tightly, lips parted, shiny and slightly swollen from all the kisses they’ve already shared.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ivan breathes. “Fuck, Till, you look so pretty on my cock like this. You take it so well.”
“Sh-shut up,” Till whines, face flushed, brows furrowed.
Ivan grins, leaning down to kiss at his cheek and jaw and ear. His chest feels warm and full, aching along with the pleasure rushing through his veins. He can’t believe he got so lucky. He can’t believe he gets to be with the love of his life. It still feels like a dream, even now, on their wedding night.
Groaning, Ivan rests his head against the side of Till’s, pounding harder into him, needing to finish. Till chokes on a cry, and Ivan recognizes it, adjusts his stance, and hits the same spot, listening to the broken sobs as he thrusts against it again and again, as fast and hard as he can. Till’s body jolts and trembles beneath him, as he clutches him tighter, tears sliding down toward his ears, as his cries get louder, and Ivan can tell he’s close. His thighs quiver, and his walls squeeze around Ivan as he tenses.
“That’s right, my love, come for me,” Ivan murmurs against Till’s ear, licking up the tears that have dripped into it.
Till’s back arcs upward, his head falling back as his body stiffens and he climaxes with another loud cry. Ivan can feel him clenched around him as he finishes, and he thrusts forcefully into the tightened space, his own body shaking as the sound and feel of Till’s orgasm is enough to send him over into his own.
He groans, long and low, as the pleasure crashes over him, and he makes a few more shallow thrusts as he unloads into Till and milks himself against his walls to ensure he takes every last drop. Till gasps for breath, whimpering softly as Ivan continues to fuck him through the end of his climax, finally coming to a stop as he drops his forehead against Till’s shoulder.
“I love you,” he murmurs, kissing Till’s shoulder lightly.
“Love you too,” Till replies, his voice hoarse, sounding wrecked.
Ivan grins and kisses Till’s shoulder again before kissing down his chest. He sucks lightly at one pert nipple, causing Till to hiss softly, before he slips out of him and continues moving down. When he arrives at the gathered sweat and cum on Till’s stomach, he sucks and licks up the mess, humming softly at the warm, bitter, and salty taste. Till’s fingers stroke through his sweaty hair slowly, and he twitches slightly, as Ivan runs his tongue against his softened cock to clean it as well.
He touches him gently, as always, even as he moves further down and drapes Till’s legs over his shoulders.
Till groans, dropping his arm over his face. “Y-you don’t have to,” he says weakly.
Ivan ignores him, extending his tongue once more to lap up the cum that’s trickling out of Till’s red, puckered hole. He sets his lips against it, sucking and slurping as much out as he can, listening to Till’s soft whines of overstimulation, feeling his thighs quiver on either side of his head.
“Ivan,” Till hisses, his fingers tugging sharply on Ivan’s hair.
That’s not the word, so Ivan continues, sticking his tongue into Till’s hole as far as he can, getting as much as he can.
“I-Ivan,” Till moans. “St-stop.”
Ah. Reluctantly, Ivan pulls his tongue back and sits up, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Till’s still breathing hard, and Ivan gently lowers his legs from his shoulders, crawling up to pull his arm away from his face. Till’s eyes are still watery as he frowns up at Ivan, but Ivan’s starting to recognize his different frowns now, and this isn’t his angry one.
“You know I can’t help it,” Ivan says with a smirk. “You taste so good.”
“That was your cum, idiot,” Till mutters, averting his gaze.
Ivan nuzzles the side of his face with a soft laugh. “Yeah, but eating it out of you makes it good.”
“You’re so gross,” Till complains, huffing softly.
Ivan kisses his neck gently, licking a stripe of sweat off it before sitting up and moving off the bed. He gathers Till up in his arms, wrapped up in their messy sheet, before heading for the private bathhouse down the hall. The guards are used to Ivan’s nakedness by now and don’t bat an eye as they follow behind and wait outside this second door, as Ivan shuts it behind them with his foot and moves to where the pool sits steaming. Ivan lowers Till into it before taking a seat himself. Till climbs into his lap, resting against his chest with a sigh, his head laying against Ivan’s shoulder.
Ivan wraps his arms around Till to cradle him close, his heart fluttering in his chest.
“You make me so happy,” Ivan murmurs, nuzzling his cheek against the top of Till’s head.
“Same,” Till admits after a pause.
Ivan bites his lip, leaning back to look down at him. “Really?” he asks hopefully.
Till wrinkles his nose and presses his forehead against the side of Ivan’s neck to avoid looking at him. “Obviously,” he mutters. “I married you, didn’t I?”
“You did,” Ivan realizes with awe, it really hitting him just then. He picks up Till’s hand with his, looking at their matching wedding bands and swallowing hard, as tears prickle the corners of his eyes. “You really did.”
“Don’t sound so shocked,” Till says, pinching him. “Who else was I going to marry? You . . . you’re my everything.” His flushed cheeks grow darker, and he keeps his gaze to the side.
Ivan inhales shakily, taking Till’s chin in his hand as he turns his face up toward his own.
“You’re my everything too,” he says softly before kissing him deeply.
Till kisses him back, moving his hand to touch the side of his face.
Ivan wants to stay in this perfect moment forever, holding Till so close, kissing him, breathing in his scent, the sound of his voice, his words, still echoing in his mind. They belong to each other, now, officially, and for the first time in his life, Ivan looks forward to the future.