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Till straightens his tie in the mirror and adjusts his watch. It hangs slightly loose on his wrist, given it isn't his to begin with but he enjoys taking something of Ivan's and making it his for the day while he commits to his ordinary office job.
Ivan is probably awake, Till has his schedule memorised to a T and at this time, Ivan is most likely working out within their home gym.
Ivan tends to wake up earlier than Till, a habit he never quite got rid of which makes it easier for him to prepare a nutritious breakfast and lunch for Till before Till heads out for work and Ivan does whatever he does that keeps them in the top 2.5%.
Till is drinking a glass of water, mineral rich and from whatever brand Ivan approves off when Ivan walks into the kitchen, face lightly flushed and sweat dripping down his pale skin. His hair hangs in light curls, and his dark eyes immediately latch onto Till.
“You're finished early,” Till idly comments, pretending his eyes aren't fixated on the toned chest visible through Ivan's compression shirt, the flex of his arms and the way he looks at Till through hooded eyes—an expression Ivan wears often when they have sex. Till feels an irrational swell of heat burn beneath his cheeks, it's stupid, they're married but Till can't help but gulp the bitter pill whenever he thinks of Ivan as compared to himself, something ordinary.
“I think I improved my time, I'll have to increase my weights.” Ivan comments as he steps closer, fingers dancing over Till's waist as he peers over his shoulder with a hum.
Till's breath comes out stuttered at the press of Ivan's warmth against his back.
“You're going to get your sweat all over me.” Till complains, watching as Ivan reaches over and slides his long, slender fingers between Till's. Taking control, Ivan picks up a rolled omelet and brings it to Till's lips. “Ivan—”
“Eat,” Ivan says, voice low against Till's ears and he feels his stomach flip. “You shouldn't waste your wife's hard work, right?”
“S-shut up,” Till flushes and Ivan takes the opportunity to stuff Till's mouth with the fluffy egg roll. Till chews, spitefully and then swallows.
“Good boy,” Ivan praises, kissing the tip of Till's ear before he lets go. He wears a satisfied smile, like a cat that got its cream as he turns away to pull out his protein powder and fancy oat milk.
Till watches him as he finishes eating, knowing full well Ivan was lingering around Till with purpose. It was easy for Ivan, as much as Till hates to admit it, to rile up Till by his barely here nor there manner of speaking and acting.
“Just spit it out.”
“Are we still going over to Mizi's for dinner or do you plan on keeping me locked up for tonight too?” Ivan asks casually as he turns the blender on with a click.
“You could easily tie me up and leave if you wanted to.” Till huffs, “You make it sound like I'm keeping you a prisoner.”
“Wouldn't want you to have another manic episode. The previous one was a challenge to clean up,” Ivan breezily answers, “You really should stop inviting people over if you know they are interested in me.”
Till clicks his tongue, “I didn't! They just follow you back and think they can get you alone. That's why you should just stay at home. There's plenty of creeps out there.”
“You're so cute, baby,” Ivan coos, “You're right, who knows what's outside but that's more reason for you to stay here too, you know? What would I do if I was all alone and somebody broke in?”
Till rolls his eyes as he stands up, sparing a glance towards the watch on his wrist. He is going to be late if he allows Ivan to string him along. “You're better at getting rid of trash than me.”
“You're no fun.” Ivan sighs dramatically with a shake of his head, “In this kind of situation, you're supposed to act like a knight. Ah, my husband is too cute but he's no fun to play with.”
“Whatever, I'll be finished by six so be ready by then.” Till says, ignoring Ivan's penchant for theatrics as he walks to the entrance with Ivan hot on his feet. The image of a puppy blurs between Ivan's hulking figure when Till turns around and he can't help the amused snort. “Don't miss me too much.”
“Aren't you forgetting something?” Ivan asks with a tilt of his head when Till reaches for the door. He looks at Till expectively like Till can read his mind and Till shivers at the mere idea, he'd rather not open that Pandora's box.
“Don't leave without my permission?” Till guesses after a minute, watching Ivan's brows furrow in disapproval. Till stares blankly at the floor for a second before it clicks and he blushes—He gets on his tiptoes, pulling Ivan's shirt to tug him closer and shutting his eyes when he feels Ivan's lips press against his.
Ivan's hands settle around his waist, holding Till firmly as he moves his lips against Till and Till feels like he is captured in a snare. He trembles, not sure whether he wants to push Ivan away or pull him closer as he feels himself sink into the caressing heat travelling down to his fluttering stomach. It should be ridiculous just how easy Till is for Ivan, he knows it, more self aware than the teenager version of himself but it's still embarrassing to admit.
Till tries to say Ivan's name, forgetting he's kissing Ivan and it comes out as a whine. Ivan groans, pulling Till impossibly closer as his tongue slips between Till's lips, pushing against Till's tongue in a way that makes him gasp.
Till wants more, he melts against Ivan, tilting his head and Ivan takes the hint as he steals Till's breath leaving Till panting when Ivan pulls away, crimson pupils dilated as he looks down at Till.
“Ivan—”
Ivan smiles, satisfied as his thumb comes up to wipe away the saliva coating Till's chin before popping it in his mouth with a tasteful wink. “You're going to be late, darling.”
Till flinches from the magnetising pull that Ivan is and curses as he rushes out the door.
-
Mizi and Sua's home is snug—smelling of warmth and spice when they let Ivan and Till inside. Sua eyes flicker from Ivan's discrete collar in the form of a silver necklace to Till, turning away without a word as Mizi greets the both of them with a cheery smile.
“It's been sooo long,” Mizi gushes, “I haven't seen you in ages, Ivan. How have you been? Is Till treating you well?” This is said with a teasing wink thrown his way and Till awkwardly chuckles as he and Ivan follow Mizi to the living room.
“Oh I've been busy doing the usual at home whilst Till is hard at work. He is the bestest husband ever.” Ivan answers and Till nudges Ivan who crosses his legs daintily when he sits next to Till on the couch.
Mizi squeals, “You guys are still so lovey dovey!”
Till flushes at Mizi's enthusiasm. “So-so.”
“I remember back in college before you guys were together together and Till would get blackout drunk whenever you guys fought and would make it everyone's problem. You know he would complain about how everyone—”
“Mizi!” Till hisses between his teeth, slightly panicking.
Mizi giggles, “Come on, we're at that age to share stories about our embarrassing youth.”
“I'm intrigued,” Ivan nods encouragingly at Mizi and Till begins to regret allowing Ivan to be within the same five mile radius of Mizi. They always got up to nefariously evil things together—plotting the world's destruction and the demise of Till's sanity. If Till didn't know Mizi was a through and through lesbian, he wouldn't be so forgiving to Ivan and her's bff-isms.
Before Mizi can delve into Till's shameless past, Sua interrupts, “Dinner is ready.”
The dining table is filled with dishes, all carefully made under Sua's talented hands because god forbid anyone let Mizi near the kitchen. Between the four of them, whenever they went on group trips or double dates to the local huoguo or barbecue grill, it was Ivan or Sua who would resume the cooking responsibilities whilst Mizi and Till ate.
Till sits beside Ivan as they serve themselves. He looks at Ivan who seems to be watching him and raises an eyebrow in question.
“Are you hungry?”
“Just slightly,” Till answers as he chews, the food is delicious as expected and Till places some of what he just ate into Ivan's bowl. “It's good, try it.”
Ivan's eyes flicker between Till and his bowl, he doesn't say anything and for a second Till second guesses his actions before Ivan smiles and puts it back into Till's bowl.
Till frowns, wants to ask Ivan what is wrong but he doesn’t want Mizi or Sua to intervene. Till focuses on eating, ignoring Ivan and the slight irritation of being wronged as Ivan talks to Mizi allowing Sua or Till to interject when prompted.
The way home is silent as Ivan drives and Till watches the passing glow of the bustling city mindlessly.
“Is something wrong?” Ivan asks and Till huffs at his question.
Is something wrong? Till doesn't know, Ivan should be telling him.
“Why…” Till starts, pressing his legs together in a nervous habit before he looks at Ivan as the car slows at a red light. Ivan is already looking at him and Till shivers.
“Why?”
Till hesitates, wondering if it is all in his mind but then again, never second guessing Ivan's intentions never went well for Till. If he let his guard down, the next thing Ivan might say is—
“I think we need to reevaluate our relationship.”
“What?” Till asks reflexively, looking to Ivan who is now staring at the road as he shifts the gear to drive.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Till swallows, mouth dry. His heart is thumping so loudly Till swears he can feel it thundering in his ears. He thinks back to the whole day, it started normal, he woke up, Ivan was already awake, they kissed and Till went to work and did his work stuff before he took the bus back home. Ivan was acting normal, as normal as Ivan's normal is whilst Till changed out of his work clothes before they took the elevator down to the parking lot where Ivan drove them to Mizi.
“We're here.” Ivan states as the barrier lifts and he drives to their assigned parking spot.
Till didn't notice he had been stuck in his thoughts. Did Ivan even answer him?
“Ivan,” Till starts when the engine dies, “Can you fucking answer?”
“I'm not trying to be difficult but I've been considering a few things.” Ivan hums and Till would roll his eyes because Ivan is always difficult but he's pretty sure he's having a panic attack.
“We should continue this at home, yeah?” Ivan says and Till isn't even sure if he's hearing right at this point. “Till?”
Till's vision blurs slightly, Just Till? no baby, or darling or any other cringey term of endearment Ivan's mind can conjure. Till wants to die.
Ivan is saying something but Till can't see or hear him now that tears coat his cheeks and his breath comes out forced from his aching lungs. There's thumbs on his cheek, hands brushing away his tears and Till rapidly blinks as dark eyes, crimson pupils blown wide bear into Till's soul like it's nothing.
“Why are you crying?” Ivan's voice comes out clearer, it sounds slightly hysterical and Till hiccups. Ivan coos, lips brushing against Till's cheeks, tongue sliding against his skin, cleaning up Till's tears. “Aw, baby, did I hurt you?”
Till wants to move but he can't, it's easy for Ivan to get under Till's skin and sometimes Till forgets how cruel Ivan can be, like he purposefully wants to watch Till spiral, fester Till's insecurities that always ends up with Till digging a bigger hole for himself.
Till sniffles when Ivan unbuckles their seatbelts and leaves the car. Till doesn't blink when Ivan opens the passenger door or pulls Till into his arms, lifting him out of the car with ease before locking the car and walking to the elevator.
“I may have worded it wrong.” Ivan says like he is considering his next words, “You know I could never leave you right, baby?”
Till hides his face in Ivan's scarf as the elevator goes up, not wanting to see his tearful expression. Now that he is in Ivan's arms, Till feels embarrassed for overthinking. His work day was more stressful than usual considering it was nearing the end of the year but he had a point to prove and that was being a respectable working husband.
During high school, Ivan and Till made a bet. It went along the lines of Ivan being Till's sugar daddy if he ever became a college drop out with his terrible grades because Ivan didn't believe Till would make it far. Till spitefully passed his CSAT, scoring enough to end up in the same university as Ivan much to the collective surprise of his friends and Io and swore then and there he would make Ivan his wife .
No that Till had pretty much achieved his goal, proving Ivan wrong, everything else was just subsequent or at least on the surface. Till isn't as stupid as people are often made to believe, he knows he won't ever be richer than Ivan—trust fund baby that he is, but it was the principal of the matter that truly counts.
“I know.” Till huffs into Ivan's neck, peering up when he hears the lock of their door click. He didn't realise Ivan had carried him all the way, lost in his backpedal of how they got to where they are, featuring many misunderstandings. Ivan once ran away for two days when Till asked him to be his boyfriend until Till dragged him back from Mizi's place threatening suicide and Till wonders if Ivan married him because of that.
“You stuck with me this long.” Till mumbles when Ivan sets Till down and he pushes Ivan's hands away when he tries to help Till take his coat off. “I'm not a kid.”
“Mhn,” Ivan hums as he kneels down instead, undoing the laces of Till's sneakers with deft hands. Till can't help but stare at them, pale, perfect and long. “I'm just spoiling my husband.” Ivan smiles when he stands up. Till bites his lip and stumbles past him.
-
pain in my ass
Doing groceries, baby
Want me to pick you up?
“Who's that?” Jeremy—Till thinks, eyes his coworkers name tag as he leans over Till shoulder, curiously asks.
Till types out a quick reply before looking at Jeremy. “Personal space, dude.”
“Sorry, I'm still not used to Korean men being so sensitive. You gay or something?”
Till rolls his eyes, wondering what idiot in HR saw in this leech when they decided to do some international swap scheme. He hadn't gotten off Till's ass since he got here and Till thought he had been doing well so far, snubbing him. It's not like Jeremy acts like this with everyone else, he seemed to have chosen Till to mess with and it was working, regardless of his tolerance built up from dealing with Ivan.
“I can report you for harassment, you know.”
“And why would they believe you? I spent the last three months observing the office dynamics and you're kind of an outcast.”
I'm going to cast your balls out from your dick Till thinks when he shrugs past the blonde man because he knows Jeremy is right. That man is conventionally attractive, blonde and pretty in a way that fits even South Korea's Mt. Everest-high beauty standards and Till was barely scraping past its foot.
Till chooses silence for his own peace, and the security of his job and thankfully, Jeremy doesn't follow behind. Cleaning up a murder scene in public during daylight hours during a busy work day would more than surely see Till behind bars without parole.
Till clocks out, feeling more exhausted than after a tussle in bed with Ivan as he walks out the massive glass doors. He spots Ivan's car, all sleek and modern, practically rolling in wealth and then Ivan. Till can't help but observe from a distance, like the charmed onlookers, he too is ensnared by the visuals of his wife. Wide shoulders, small waist, a v-line shaped torso tapering to long legs—Ivan could be an idol, model, really anything that involved selling appearances if he wanted to but instead, he was being a good wife waiting at home, dutifully doing the cooking and cleaning amongst other chores for someone like Till.
Ivan spots him, waving his fingers and Till walks towards Ivan, shouldering his bag and automatically trying to tame his terrible posture from years of sitting in pc cafes and hunching over music theory books.
“Till!”
The voice that calls out to him isn't deep or low enough to be Ivan. Ivan looks behind Till, smile turning sharp.
Till sighs, hurrying his pace because he truly thought he was done for the day with the dumb foreigner except a pair of unwelcome hands grabs his arm, stalling Till's getaway.
“Jeremy? what do you want?” Till tries, really tries being cordial but his words come out as a hiss and Jeremy looks terribly amused.
“I almost thought you were going deaf—”
“Do you have business with my husband?”
Till uses Jeremy's distraction to pull away from him and make the little distance between them and Ivan.
“So you are gay.” Jeremy nods, like he just solved 3x+1. “I'm a close colleague of Till, nice to meet you…?” Jeremy holds out a hand.
Ivan shakes it and Till feels like he missed something when Jeremy flinches.
“Ivan, Till's wife.”
Jeremy raises an eyebrow. “Wife? Is that the way gay couples in asia refer to the bottom? Didn't think you had it in you to top, Till.”
“What the fu—”
“We have prior reservations to tend to. It was a pleasure meeting you, Jeremy.” Ivan interrupts Till, hand wrapping around Till's waist like he knows Till is one second from pouncing on Jeremy and committing a crime.
“Uh, sure.” Jeremy nods, backing away and when Till glances up at Ivan, Ivan smiles at him like everything is normal and well.
“Let's go home?”
Till nods and Ivan leads Till to his car. The ride is silent, comfortable as music from Till's favourite radio station plays in the background. Till hums to the tune, Ivan's fingers tap it on the steering wheel. Till is tempted to fall asleep until Ivan's voice breaks him from his blissful daze.
“Are you interested in topping? Want me to look for a third? One that won't get attached? I know a few people.”
That abruptly breaks Till's out of his spell.
“No? What crazy shit are you spouting this time? And what do you mean by knowing a few people? Why the hell do you have people you can fuck? Like on speed dial?” Till exclaims, grabbing Ivan's phone and unlocking it with his finger.
“Not for me, for you. It was merely a suggestion—”
“Is this because of Jeremy?” Till asks as he scrolls through Ivan's contact list that only consisted of Till and Mizi. He goes through Ivan's recents and spots a recurring unknown number. He points the screen at Ivan. “Who is this?”
Ivan glances at the screen before refocusing on the road. “Sua.”
“Really? Why isn't her number saved then?” Till asks as he rings the number.
“What?” Sua's voice echoes through the speakers after the fifth dial. “If you call me one more time, I'm blocking. Did you piss off Till again?”
“Oh, hey.” Till answers and Ivan shrugs a shoulder as if he is saying ‘I told you so.’
“Till? why are you on Ivan's—never mind. I'm hanging up, bye.”
“I told you.” Ivan says when Sua hangs up.
“Okay, but this doesn't explain…this number!” Till points out and Ivan gives him a deadpan look, which is really just an empty stare and Ivan's usual smile but Till can sense the energy. They didn't have a joint bank account for over six years for no reason.
“That's Io's number, Till.”
“What?”
“Look at the contacts through your phone.” Ivan sighs as he flicks the turn signal and Till is pressed against the side of the car door whilst Ivan drives around a roundabout.
Till slides his phone out and to his dismay, Ivan is correct. He flushes red and sifts through Ivan's call history that only has the same recurring four numbers.
“Where are they?” Till mumbles as he checks Ivan's kakaotalk, there's only Till there and Ivan's old friends from university. Ivan doesn't use any social media sites so Till's search comes to an unfruitful end and he places Ivan's phone back in the holder, fuming silently because he is sure Ivan is playing him.
Till bites his lip, glancing at Ivan as he parks. He looks as he normally does, handsome, unreadable. The thought of Ivan looking for an intruder to trespass into their relationship irritates him to no end. Till is pleasantly happy with their bedroom dynamics thank you very much and he is not interested in sticking his dick in any holes except maybe Ivan's mouth.
Till helps with the grocery bags and places them on the kitchen counter for Ivan to sort through. Till would help but he has another matter at hand and he disappears before returning to watch Ivan pack the frozen goods in the freezer.
“So, you don't have any weirdos saved on your phone?”
Ivan looks amused as he shakes his head, “Weirdos? No.”
“I'm sensing a but.” Till prods.
“But...before we were dating,” Ivan starts and Till squints at Ivan like a warning, ‘trod carefully or else’ he hopes to convey as Ivan casually continues, “There was this bar famous for hookups. You could find someone interested, a lot of couples looked for a third there. Marty told me it was still open a few days ago.”
“Marty?”
“Mhn, the first year I mentored. He said there were a few people asking for me—”
“Give me your phone.” Till commands and Ivan slides it to Till without question. Till pulls out the hammer he hid in his pocket.
Ivan's eyes widen, “What—”
smash. Shards of glass shatter like fine diamonds, the overhead lights bounce off the cracked screen and Till drops the hammer on top of the counter. “There's no need for you to call some random whore ever again. You can use my phone if you want to call Mizi or Ma.”
“I was exaggerating.”
Till crosses his arms, “I don't trust you. I turn around and someone is a millisecond away from sucking your dick.”
Ivan looks slightly offended, “Are you slut shaming your wife?”
Till chooses not to comment.
“While I understand where the misunderstanding stems from. I would rather stay celibate than have sex with anyone but you.”
Till blushes. He clears his throat, “Don't you care I just broke your phone?.”
“Not really. I am a dutiful wife who obediently listens to my husband,” Ivan shrugs as he wraps his arms around Till's waist. “I'm also incredibly hard.”
“What!?” Till tries and fails to jerk forward as Ivan pulls him back and Till can feel Ivan's tented dick press against his ass.
“You're adorable when you get jealous. My darling, possessive, hubby.” Ivan murmurs except this time he doesn't act his theatrical swooning, instead, Till shivers when Ivan's voice rumbles from his chest, breath fanning over the back of Till's sensitive neck.
Till exhales shakily, “Be honest, do you hate me or something?”
“Absurd,” Ivan says, pressing kisses against Till's nape. “Your thoughts are really ludicrous. But then again, you've never been good at it.”
“I know you're calling me fucking stupid,” Till tries in vain to struggle but his attempt is halfhearted and Ivan's vice grip around his body holds true like a preying snake.
“I'm going to fuck you stupid, stupid.” Ivan replies as he ruts his hips against Till's ass. One hand palms Till's embarrassingly, rapidly hardening cock whilst the other removes the buttons of Till's shirt with ease.
“Asshole,” Till gasps when Ivan's fingers slide beneath his undershirt and pinch his nipple, sending a delicious tingle of pleasure to Till's stomach. He holds onto the counter as Ivan presses him forward. “New rules.”
“Hm?” Ivan questions, he doesn't sound like he's all too focused on Till's words but Ivan is the personification of ‘looks can be deceiving’ so Till won't put it past Ivan to have his ears pricked like a dog standing to attention.
“I'm removing—ngh, can you let me—ahn speak?” Till moans when Ivan removes Till's pants, letting it fall to the floor and wraps his hand around Till' dick.
When Till glances down, toes curling against the marble floor, he sees Ivan's hand easily swallowing Till's cock so only the very tip peaks out when Ivan drags his fist down.
“I'm listening,” Ivan whispers against Till's ear, “Go on.”
“I was—mmn saying that,” Till's voice trembles as Ivan moves his hand, his own pre slickening the glide and Ivan jostles Till forward so he presses uncomfortably against the counter when Ivan rocks his clothed dick against Till's naked ass. “Saying…you can't leave, Ivannn...” Till whines, he's so close, so sensitive and the way Ivan's thumb presses into the tip of his leaking cock making it a struggle for Till to stand on shaking knees, steals his ability to think.
“I won't leave you.” Ivan says, kissing down the exposed side of Till's neck. Till's shirt lay bunched at his elbows, stopping Till from reaching back to tug Ivan to kiss him and he mourns the loss of not pulling at inky strands between his fingers.
“Didn't mean that,” Till stutters, unable to stop his hips from rocking against Ivan's hand. “...here. you're not allowed to leave home, fuck, I'm going to—”
“Cum?” Ivan finishes and Till mumbles an incoherent response as cum spurts from his dick. He slumps against Ivan, panting as Ivan gives Till's dick a few more jerks before bringing his hand up to lick his fingers clean.
Till is too out of it, still seeing stars when Ivan picks him up and sounds a little too happy abbout the possibilities. “And how do you plan to keep me here? Lock me up in a cage? Break my ankles? Or maybe…keep me drugged up and sedated?”
“W-what!?” Till wiggles in Ivan's arms as Ivan takes him to their room, tossing Till on the bed before following after and spreading Till's legs.
“Ivan—” Till begins only to gasp when Ivan sticks his tongue inside Till's asshole. Till moans, reflexively jerking away at the pleasure shooting down his body because he just came and is still sensitive.
Till's fingers grip the sheets beside him as Ivan works his tongue around Till's rim and Till tries to fight against the mind numbing pleasure spreading to his curled toes.
“I keep forgetting you're a freak, I'm so fucking dumb, you're such a freak—oh, there, Ivan, there—ngh.” Till trembles when Ivan sticks a finger inside his hole, decides it isn't enough and sticks two more. It aches, not that it's painful or Till a masochist, for the most part.
Ivan's fingers spread inside Till's hole, spreading his spit as far as they can reach and Till gets up on his elbows, peering down at Ivan who looks up and grins. The temptation to squeeze Ivan's face between Till's thighs is hard to resist so Till doesn't. Ivan makes a small ‘oomph’ sound before Till loosens his hold and goes back to rolling his hips against Ivan's fingers.
Ivan pulls out the lube from the trusty side drawer and coats his fingers in it before sliding them back inside Till. It feels good and Till moans when Ivan brushes against his prostrate, seeing stars and he knows he's hard again.
“Tell me what you want.”
Till clicks his tongue, Ivan clearly knows what Till wants—they've fucked more than they communicated and Till knows that Ivan knows where the perfect angle to tease Till's prostrate is.
“Put your dick in, asshole.”
“Someone's eager.” Ivan comments, and Till wonders if short term memory loss is capable of affecting even Ivan considering how they had started off in the kitchen.
Till presses his foot against Ivan's clothed dick and Ivan's hips jolt forward. He gives Ivan a pointed look, “Says the desperate whore.”
“You're so cute when you try to be mean.” Ivan purrs as he sits up, unzipping his trousers and pulling down his boxers just enough so his cock springs out.
Till swallows at the sight, the tip of Ivan's dick is shiny and red and its clear Ivan has been dutifully holding back which is rare. Till can think of many times Ivan had restrained himself in public but when it's just the two of them? It was like them dating turned on a greenlight for Ivan and his freakisms.
Ivan holds his dick, nudging Till's thighs to spread further when he guides his dick to Till's hole.
“Ah, wait, three fingers isn't enough—” Till cries out when Ivan thrusts half his length inside, he's positively convinced he's astral projected as his vision goes warped and then Ivan’s sticking his fingers in Till's mouth.
“Breathe.” A low voice sounds in Till's ear and Till bites down, feeling Ivan's cock jump inside his hole at the action.
Till blinks through tears, attempting to glare at Ivan who idly plays with Till's tongue, pressing and watching saliva pool and then spill down his chin with something like fascination. Ivan has always had a weird fixation with any of Till's bodily fluids, his favourite past time was making Till squirt after being fucked through overstimulation, perhaps contested with riling Till up.
Till swallows around Ivan's fingers, an embarrassingly needy moan leaving his mouth when Ivan's hips shift, pressing his cock deeper inside Till. There's no real damage done, Ivan fucks Till often enough that despite the initial tightness, Till's ass whorishly opens up to welcome Ivan's cock.
“You like being used, hm?” Ivan unnecessarily comments and Till feels shame coil around him, his hole clenches around Ivan's dick and the curve of Ivan's lips take a wicked turn. His amusement is clear for Till to see, even as Ivan languidly thrusts inside Till keeping his vision out of focus as pleasure leaves him arching his back.
“Ivan,” Till thinks he says but it comes out muffled and Ivan presses closer, sinking into Till's wet warmth with a sigh.
Ivan removes his fingers out of Till's mouth and into his own, keeping eye contact with Till as he sucks said fingers, cock slipping out before hoisting Till up to place a pillow beneath his hips.
“What do you say when you're grateful for something, baby?”
Till blinks at Ivan, his mind feels slow, like he had downed a couple of soju shots. Work was tiring and Till has all but exhausted his will to rebel which is why he's taking Ivan so well but at Ivan's words, the little fighting spirit wells up. He narrows his gaze at Ivan and tightens his legs around Ivan's hips.
“Fuck me or…” Till thinks.
“Or?”
“I'll get someone else—”
“Just try it,” Ivan smiles, it's cold and the way Ivan looks down at Till strangles any attempt for Till to act like he would walk out their home and search for cheap dick like a slut.
Till shivers, his dick twitches as Ivan's hands grip his thighs and he can't help the way he melts pliant, submissive when Ivan folds his knees to his ears. Ivan's weight presses Till down and it could be suffocating if the anticipation of Ivan claiming his body like he owned it lacked the potential to make Till cum untouched.
Ivan slams inside, sheathing himself to the hilt and Till throws his head back as his vision whitens. He knows he's coming but it doesn't register when Ivan fucks him through his orgasm and past it, ignoring Till's whimpering cries for mercy because Till will never learn his lesson—dangling prey in front of a caged, hungry tiger and proceeding to walk into it, foolishly.
Till scrambles for purchase while Ivan breeds his hole, the slapping of skin is almost too loud for Till's ears and the sounds escaping his open mouth can compete with a porn star.
“You—ah—you brought it up first! You—you cheating asshole!” Till wails, struggling to get the words out his mouth when Ivan's cock hits his prostrate every time he fucks in deep. At this point, Till is shaking and sensitive, made worse when Ivan pushes Till's legs closer to his ears as he fucks him to slurp around Till's nipples.
“Making false accusations will get you punished.” Ivan pulls back, sinking his teeth into Till's chest and Till's hole squeezes around Ivan's cock, making them both moan in tandem.
“Fuck,” Ivan curses, an endangeringly rare thing. Sweat drips down his brow, landing on Till's face when he peers down at Till, crimson pupils blown wide. Till is pretty sure he can see the madness buried in Ivan's soul.
“Are you that mad that some nobodies flirted with me? I won't even glance at them but you,” Ivan pants, “Do you even have the right when there is a bastard trying to steal you from right under my nose?”
Till shakes his head, unsure whether he's denying Ivan's words or the onslaught of pleasure that keeps him from fighting back for what little dignity Ivan allows him. His head is buzzing as he scrambles for a response only to cry out when Ivan bites his collar bone and then his neck.
“A-Are you a fucking rabid dog?” Till screams, fingers digging into Ivan's back and he hopes he leaves blood.
“I could be for you.” Ivan answers, “I'm your wife and now your dog. I could even be the flesh that feeds you. It'd be nice really, living inside you, forever. Like a parasite but I'd miss sucking on your nipples so we'd have to compromise.”
Ah, he's crazy Till thinks before he cums with Ivan's name in his mouth. Ivan follows close behind, flooding Till's hole with his virile cum and muttering crazed words of keeping Till pregnant.
There's nowhere else Till would willingly be.
-
It has been a week since Till broke Ivan's phone and decided to cut off his his ability to reach the wider world. It took a thorough day of planning, coming up with a guise for them to move when Till amped up his charm acting and the shame that came from Ivan's amusement was well worth the price now that both their lives continue smoothly.
The home Till chose rested near the more rural parts, still a wealthy neighbourhood but one where everyone minded their own business.
It wasn't too hard luring Jeremy under the pretense of a friendly dinner and promise of Ivan not being there which for some reason Till didn't quite get. He didn't think too mmch about it, what with Jeremy lingering around Till at work and pestering him with questions about Ivan and their relationship that was slowly beginning to add to his extensive list excusing his plan to kill Jeremy. Ivan had watched, chained up in the basement of the house as Till messily sliced a squirming jeremy into parts—he was at least nice enough to sedate the man so he wouldn't feel anything despite being conscious. Ivan had looked a little too happy, but he usually was when Till got rid of any competition until Ivan's next words stupefied even Till.
Till still doesn't believe it was him that Jeremy was after but Till is also sure Ivan had severely ruined his perception of what love is. Either way, Till didn't mind besides the annoyance of lying his way through police investigations and Till's workplace being on the headline for a day or two until a famous boy group member had a sex scandal with a fan, buying the public's carnivorous appetite for drama.
Till's day had been pretty relaxing, there wasn't much work for him to do so he ended up clocking out before taking a taxi back.
Till checks the CCTV footage on his phone as he unlocks the towering metal gates and walks up the porch. Ivan is casually lifting a dumbbell with one arm, looking all too relaxed as he waits for Till.
Till hums a song he heard play on the radio as he enters their home, removing his shoes and coat. He walks through the house, ensuring everything is locked with a key only Till has before he makes his way to the basement. It isn't like Ivan would escape if he wants to, there's been times where Till either forgot to place the chain around Ivan's ankle or kept a window unlocked and Ivan has always been where Till expects him to but it gives Till a feeling of control even if it is solely due to Ivan's willingness to play along.
Till opens the basement door and takes the stairs down. Ivan is already looking at him, head tilted Till's way when he makes it to the landing.
“Welcome home, hubby,” Ivan teases as he drops the dumbbell and stalks over to Till. The chains rattle behind him, dragging over the floor as Ivan pulls Till into his arms. “I missed you.”
Till feels Ivan sniff his neck and Till allows it, going so far to tilt his head and give Ivan more to work with. “I was only gone for four hours. You're such a dog.”
“Woof,” Ivan mocks before pulling his head away, “I need to make sure you aren't cheating on me. You underestimate how lonely I get without you.”
“What? Are you complaining about me keeping you here?” Till raises an eyebrow and Ivan leans close enough Till can feel his breath fan over his face.
“Never, I'm a dutiful wife who sits and waits obediently at home for my husband.” Ivan parrots.
Till rolls his eyes and pushes Ivan slightly away as he kneels down and pulls out the key to unlock the shackle around Ivan's ankle. He feels Ivan's fingers card through his styled hair, messing it up as the lock clicks open and falls away from Ivan.
“Do you want to know what I am musing over?”
“What?” Till asks as he looks up and Ivan grins, teeth flashing under the light and catching his snaggle tooth.
“You should suck my dick. As a reward for being good.”
Till blinks, considers Ivan words with flushed cheeks. Ivan isn't wrong, he has been obediently waiting at home this whole time, not a word of complaint when Till had lured him to the basement and drugged him the first time before realising Ivan would follow Till willingly, enjoyed it even.
Till huffs as he pulls down Ivan's joggers, “I guess I can be a good husband too.”
Extra: The morning after Till drugged Ivan
“Till.”
“Till.”
Dream Till snorts as he continues sketching. He feels like he is on the cusp of making an amazing discovery, perfecting his perspective and he won't let Ivan disturb his flow, regardless of how his dream begins to fade at the edges because Ivan is insufferable.
“If you don't wake up I'm going to fuck you.”
That was hardly a threat—
“I plan on meeting Mizi at the café—”
Till's eyes snap open and he comes face to face with Ivan who looks slightly flabbergasted. Ivan tends to never look flabbergasted, he was usually the one catching others off guard so seeing him like this makes Till question whether he woke up from his dream into another dream.
The soft clink of metal jingles when Ivan moves closer to Till.
“Did you really chain me up?”
“Oh,” Till mumbles, then, “Yeah. You no longer have any freedom rights. Just stay here.”
Ivan sniffles and Till panics, “What—”
“I love you.”
Till's lips part, meaning to sound out comfort as his brain tried to come up with something to reassure Ivan. Being faced with new Ivanisms this early in the morning was like electric-shock therapy.
“I-I love you too.” Till stutters out, instead, slightly confused.
“I'm feeling emotional right now,” Ivan says as he lies down.
Till wordlessly tucks himself against Ivan, kissing Ivan's chin as Ivan squeezes Till to his chest. “Go back to sleep, idiot.”