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Over the span of their 2 year relationship, Ivan and Till have stayed together through thick and thin. They have had many miscommunications, and have experimented with many different things.

However, when it came to intimate moments, Ivan was always the one to take the lead. Ivan took very good care of him, when giving him affection, he treated Till like he was fragile, but would also be harsher when asked.

That was their normal, except Till was beginning to feel as though he wasn't giving as much to intimate moments as Ivan was. He wanted Ivan to feel just as loved and looked after as he did.

Till knew this would be a challenge, he and Ivan had very different ways of loving and extremely different preferences for pleasure. So, for a long time he noted what Ivan enjoyed, and thought about how he would approach this subject with him.

He hoped all would go well.

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The sky was dark outside when Ivan got home from work, the stars twinkling above. The man looked exhausted. His tie was crooked and slightly undone, and his shirt's top button had popped out.

Yet, his eyes lit up as he walked into their home, slid his arm around Till's waist and kissed him. He happily reciprocated.

After dinner, they went for a shower together as Ivan claimed he was "too tired" to shower himself. Till was convinced this was just an excuse to stay together longer, but he didn't complain.

Till had to swat Ivan's hands away too many times, it was all playful. But seriously, could the man not just wait until they were both dry?

Ivan was the first to get to their bed, sitting atop it waiting for his partner to follow suit. However, Till decided this was his chance.

He took a deep breath.

"S-stay there," Till said, determined. "Please, don't move.."

Ivan cocked his head to the side, confused. All he wanted to do was hold his partner.... and maybe a bit more.

Till walked over to the bed, raising a hand to move some of Ivan’s freshly washed Hair out of his face. His other hand went to his shoulder, gently pushing him down onto the bed.

"I want to look after you for a change," Till explained, embarrassed at Ivan staring at him intently. "So.."

Till climbed over Ivan, straddling the poor man, who could only sit and watch.

"Just let me do it, ok..?" Till said, face red and eyes averted from Ivan's equally flustered face, his black eyes wide with shock. "Are you able to restrain yourself for a while?"

It took all of Ivan's willpower to not immediately grab at his waist. Instead he waited for Till's hands to gently guide his arms around it, laying them there softly .

Ivan could only nod his head frantically at Till's offer, afraid of saying too much if he opened his mouth. He couldn't possibly ruin this moment, Till was finally on top of him. Instead, his hands, which were around Till's waist, gripped the fabric of his shirt.

Till swallowed hard, and then leaned down close to Ivan's face, he could feel the warmth of his quick breaths.

Closing his eyes and tilting his head, his lips met Ivan's. It wasn't a new experience for Till, but his heart fluttered all the same, feeling giddy as he relaxed into leading it. A hand that was previously around Ivan's shoulder came up to cup his cheek.

Till's eyes opened for a moment, finally seeing light, reality, and Ivan's eyes wide open. His eyes were gorgeous, a pure black with dark red in the middle to suck you in. He looked like he was studying Till like he was an animal. It was kind of..., that wasn't the point.

The kiss was broken as Till's shock caused him to splutter, this moron was watching him the whole time!

"Y-you-!?" Till stuttered, face turning redder and redder.

"Is everything ok-?"

"Why were your eyes open?!" Till questioned, shouting, embarrassment coursing through him.

"I couldn't help it, Till," Ivan whined. "I couldn't possibly miss your expressions!" He said with a stupid smile on his face.

This declaration earned him a chop to the head, delivered by Tills hand. Ivan only laughed in response.

"Just, close them this time, you freak," Till said, smiling down at him.

"Am I your freak at least?" Ivan asked, eyes narrowing and grin widening.

"Oh, shut it!" Till said with a confident smile, eyebrows furrowed. Covering Ivan's eyes with his hand, his other supporting his weight on the bed, he leaned down. His lips barely touched the shell of his ear. Feeling his breath so closely, Ivan's heartbeat began to quicken again, breathing in, out, in, out. The sensation was heightened by his lack of sight.

"Of course you're my freak," Till whispered into his ear. The full body shiver that Ivan had was hard to miss, his entire face had gone red too - how cute.

Till was beginning to understand Ivan even more. He could see why Ivan enjoyed his expressions if this was how he looked to him. Still, it didn't make it any less embarrassing to be on the receiving end of Ivan's stare.

With his eyes still covered, Till dipped back in to kiss Ivan again. This time was deeper, deciding to slip his tongue in when Ivan let him, and of course he did. They developed a rhythm together, teeth clinking at points, but it still felt good. Till certainly didn't miss the small gasp Ivan let out when Till repositioned himself to sit upright in his lap.

When he retreated for air, Till finally took his hand away from Ivan's eyes, to see them happily dazed out.

"Till..." Ivan breathed, whined. "Till, please..." It was clear to see that his control was slipping. Ivan's fingers were twitching behind Till's back, just itching to explore, but he had to wait. Due to their position, Till could very much feel a 'problem' that Ivan had developed during this. He almost felt bad, until he remembered that the freak probably liked that his 'issue' was being neglected.

"You're doing well, Ivan," Till kissed his cheek. "I hope you can survive a couple more minutes, surely you can, right?"

"Mhm.." Ivan nodded, he seemed to be lost in his own head. Till could guess that his brain was taking this situation and running a mile with it.

He might as well play into what Ivan wants. This is for him after all.

"Well, aren't you just so good for me?" Till responded, smiling, giving Ivan a peck on the lips. He also decided to test the waters and grind his hips down into Ivan, just ever so slightly.

The small amount of friction dragged a whimper out of Ivan. Till's head snapped to look at him, but his head was already turned to the side, embarrassment clear on his face. Despite how mortified he must be, he was still following the rule of not moving his body...

Till raised his hand, cupped Ivan's cheek, and tilted Ivan's head around to face him. His pupils were blown wide, his face was burning red, Till could feel the warmth through his fingers. His stunningly thick eyebrows were slightly tilted upwards, his mouth slightly agape.

"You're adorable.." Till whispered, he had just blurted it out, Ivan barely heard it. When the man below him did process it, he somehow became even more red, Till didn't even know it was possible to turn such a shade.

"Till..." Ivan breathed out, so faint that Till didn't even hear it. Ivan had never been on a receiving end in his life, even for things so small. This was a very new experience for him, even the little action of someone being above him. Ivan was always expected to lead everything in past relationship's, this was an amazing change of pace.

Till once again changed his position to get a better angle of Ivan's neck, the other man jolting and gasping at the sudden action. Till's back was slightly arched as he began to kiss lazily at Ivan's neck, nibbling at points which he knew were sensitive.

Trailing downwards, when Till finally got to the point where Ivan's shoulder and neck meet, he bit down, enough to leave a nice mark. Ivan's head went the opposite direction, leaning his body and exposing his neck into Till's bite. After he was done admiring his work, Till sat up straight, licking saliva from his lips.

At this point, Ivan's chest was heaving for air, his entire body shaking. This guy was seriously so riled up by anything Till did, it was like his reactions were dialed up to one hundred percent.

Till decided this was a good place to pass the baton to Ivan.

"Thank you, Ivan," Till smiled fondly, laying his head on Ivan's chest. "Did I do ok?"

"O.. Ok..?" Ivan tried to catch his breath. "God, Till... just having you above me is a treat," He smiled.

Till's face flushed at that, pinching Ivan's stomach, to which he let out a small 'owch'.

"You were so sensitive..." Till commented, tracing shapes on Ivan's stomach with his finger, as an apology for the pinch.

"Well maybe if someone wasn't sitting directly on my lap," Ivan breathed heavily through his nose. "Maybe then I would've been more composed,"

"Whatever you say," Till laughed, looking up at him. "So, you wanna take over from here?"

"Would you like me to?" Ivan asked softly, bringing a hand to Till's cheek. Their previous miscommunications meant that they have begun asking each other almost too many questions. However, they both agreed it was better than arguing constantly.

"I wouldn't mind you showing me the effect my actions have caused," Till teased, his eyes half closed. Though, he also wanted Ivan to take the lead as he wasn't confident enough that he could top Ivan. At least, not yet.

Their positions were immediately flipped, Ivan's bigger build caging him in, it felt conformable, safe even. He knew Ivan would never take it too far.

"No problem, Princess," Ivan smiled and kissed his forehead.

Till's face turned beet red at the pet name.

"And, thank you too," Ivan said sincerely. "For looking after me so well,"

"I wanted to," Till smiled.

A large hand made its way into gray hair, tangling into the locks, the thumb gently tracing circles. His other hand came to tilt his chin upwards, to look directly at Ivan. He wore a fond smile, his snaggletooth poking out, and his eyes looked down at Till as if he was his world.

"May I?" Ivan said with a cheeky grin.

"You're an idiot..." Till sighed fondly. "Yes you may,"

With that, Ivan leaned down, warm lips meeting in a more passionate kiss. Both boys were beginning to get desperate, making it messier and sloppier. Not that they cared, the two were too happy to be focused on proper form.

Ivan's other hand snuck under his shirt, finding his waist once more. Seriously, what was his obsession with Till's waist?

Their kiss broke, yet, a string of saliva kept them connected together. Ivan's eyes were filled with anticipation, the man looked mad as he stared down at Till.

"I need you so badly, Till," Ivan whispered, causing a warmth in Till's stomach.

"You're insane, you know that?" Till laughed softly.

"For you?" Ivan said. "All the time,"

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The two boys didn't get much sleep that night, luckily they both had the next day off of work.