[ till isn't mad. what a relief. ivan's shoulders don't relax, though, because till's reactions only spur him on. for someone who's gotten off to watching him— through movies!— this is dangerous.

when ivan thinks it's been enough time, he releases the pressure on till's skin, kissing the blooming bruise before redirecting his attention back to till's lips. they're chapped, but now they sort of taste like ivan's lip balm. both the act and knowledge of putting that mark there and till reacting positively to it makes ivan's now hard dick throb needily. he kisses till a little more insistently, sliding his palm over his ass, tentative in his movement. is it okay to touch till like this...??

ah— oh no. wait. he has to stop—

again when ivan pulls away (thank god till has more patience with this character), he doesn't go very far. he can feel till's breath on his skin. it makes it hard to focus. ]

...Hyung... I... have to be honest with you. I—... [ ivan's eyes dart this way and that, but they do finally settle on till, and ivan meets his gaze. it's not exactly admitting he's been attracted to till for a while, but it's close. ] ...I... um. It's embarrassing to admit, but... I don't know how far we can go before I won't want to stop. We're in your dressing room— [ ivan takes the hand till's lifted to hold his hair back into his own, thumb gently pressed into his palm, as if asking for forgiveness. ] I don't want your reputation to be ruined because of me...

[ ivan's guilty gaze drifts back down to till's mouth. he's saying all this but, god, he really wants to kiss till some more. ]