[as Ivan begins to kiss his neck, Till strokes down the back of Ivan's as he lets out a low, pleased purr of a hum, almost a sigh through his nose. it's incredible to think his junior could already want him so bad—it definitely makes Till think that Ivan's pent up a targeted desire, which is arousing. inappropriate, but arousing.
especially when Ivan whispers his social title and nuzzles into him like that. it's...more intimate than he's used to, which is maybe a little fucked. not that he's uncomfortable by it, or taken off guard.
he shivers with a bit of surprise at the presence of his lips and tongue at his ear, and his mouth parts as his hand sinks lower, grasping a fistful of the fabric between Ivan's scapula. his head turns a bit to let Ivan closer with more ease, letting go of a heavy breath; Till still seems calm, but definitely so too like he's warming up.]
Ah...
[then his body jolts subtly as Ivan's kisses sink a bit lower, jaw dropping open soundlessly as the sensation moves through him, his nerves sort of blooming awake in a way they haven't in a long time. the force is just right, as is the plush of Ivan's mouth.
distantly, he thinks it's a bad spot—it'll still be visible... but truthfully, it's not like Till's never hid hickeys before. he moves one of his hands to comb some of his own strands of silvery hair out of the way, since Ivan's sort of near his hairline.
Till should definitely not be encouraging this. he's Ivan's senior! he should be a role model...
but he isn't. no one should work as much as he does, no one should treat his body as badly as he does, no one should smoke as much as he does—or drink as much as he does. people just look at the product: his acting, and all of that bad shit is forgiven.
Till doesn't want to add creep to the list of all that...
it's okay. he'll talk to Ivan about this. but first, he's just gonna let Ivan have what he wants, because Till wants it too. especially as he feels that familiar dig of a crooked, sharp tooth.]
no subject
especially when Ivan whispers his social title and nuzzles into him like that. it's...more intimate than he's used to, which is maybe a little fucked. not that he's uncomfortable by it, or taken off guard.
he shivers with a bit of surprise at the presence of his lips and tongue at his ear, and his mouth parts as his hand sinks lower, grasping a fistful of the fabric between Ivan's scapula. his head turns a bit to let Ivan closer with more ease, letting go of a heavy breath; Till still seems calm, but definitely so too like he's warming up.]
Ah...
[then his body jolts subtly as Ivan's kisses sink a bit lower, jaw dropping open soundlessly as the sensation moves through him, his nerves sort of blooming awake in a way they haven't in a long time. the force is just right, as is the plush of Ivan's mouth.
distantly, he thinks it's a bad spot—it'll still be visible... but truthfully, it's not like Till's never hid hickeys before. he moves one of his hands to comb some of his own strands of silvery hair out of the way, since Ivan's sort of near his hairline.
Till should definitely not be encouraging this. he's Ivan's senior! he should be a role model...
but he isn't. no one should work as much as he does, no one should treat his body as badly as he does, no one should smoke as much as he does—or drink as much as he does. people just look at the product: his acting, and all of that bad shit is forgiven.
Till doesn't want to add creep to the list of all that...
it's okay. he'll talk to Ivan about this. but first, he's just gonna let Ivan have what he wants, because Till wants it too. especially as he feels that familiar dig of a crooked, sharp tooth.]
Mm, that's nice...