Chapter Text
When Till woke up, he could feel the sun's rays warming his cheeks. It must have been late afternoon. After sleeping for so long, he definitely felt better. Was his awakening complete? He got up and was amazed to realise that he didn't feel weak. He would have thought that, after lying down for almost two whole days, he would have had trouble standing up. Further proof that he was now a 'superhuman'...
He took a quick shower first, then opened the door to the living room and was surprised to see Ivan fast asleep on the sofa. It seemed that everyone had been taking a nap. With everything that had happened to him, they hadn't even been able to practise singing once... Not to mention that they had a photo shoot scheduled for tomorrow. His clothes would undoubtedly be chosen for him again, and he would have no other choice but to agree to wear them. If only to keep up appearances until he could slip away from the competition.
Was Ivan really going to pay off all of Till's debts? To be fair, it was a matter of life and death: either Till continued with the show in order to pay off his creditors, in which case he would inevitably be found out as a supreme, or he dropped out, in which case he would be beaten to death by thugs who were expecting him to make payments he could no longer afford. Voluntarily getting eliminated didn't seem to be an option since Urak attended each of his performances and kept a close eye on him.
He sat down on the sofa next to Ivan and watched him sleep for a moment. From this angle, the prime didn't look as scary as he had during Till's awakening. Had he really drunk his blood like a hungry beast? Seeing the small, sharp canine tooth protruding from Ivan's lips, Till was reminded of those events, especially their kiss. Till had never been particularly attracted to anyone other than Mizi, his first love from high school, whom he had eventually forgotten as he grew up.
Nevertheless, he had to concede that Ivan was an attractive man. The prime had a refined, mature face, and his big, drooping eyes added to his natural charm. When they were kids, he was smaller than Till, almost frail. Now, his imposing physique commanded respect, as did his impressive height. Not to mention his career... Yet in Till's eyes, Ivan still exuded a certain fragility, as if he needed to be protected. There was a melancholic loneliness in his gaze.
Since when had Ivan been alone against the rest of the world? Till felt as though he had reacquainted himself with the other man during the few days they had spent together. He couldn't deny his desire to stay with Ivan — to be the one to protect him or at least be there to support him when the prime needed it. Fuck, it wasn't love at first sight, was it? It felt more complicated than that. Was it his instincts, or just an expression of his most sincere feelings?
Perhaps a bit of both. To begin with, Till had never been very curious; he knew that curiosity usually led to trouble, particularly given the environment in which he had been raised. Yet that evening, he had followed Ivan without hesitation, even if it meant getting into trouble. Had the adrenaline rush of being surprised and discovered by the prime ultimately triggered his awakening?
As Till's hand gently caressed Ivan's cheek, the latter responded by rubbing lightly against his palm. 'Adorable' was Till's first thought. Despite his doubts from the previous day, he suddenly felt an urge to kiss Ivan once more. Why was their relationship so complicated and strange? Had they met under different circumstances, Till would not have hesitated. This train of thought stupefied even Till himself.
He leaned forward, ready to press his lips against the other man's, when Ivan unexpectedly opened his eyes. Once again, Till found himself facing the unfathomable abyss that was Ivan's ebony gaze. Ivan looked confused for a moment before regaining his composure, grabbing Till by the neck and kissing him. The supreme barely had time to register what was happening before he ended up lying on his back on the sofa with Ivan on top of him. The older man's voice whispered close to his lips:
"Why do you always appear in my dreams, Till...? I wish you were all mine outside of my fantasies, too."
The shiver that ran through Till's entire being at this honest confession almost made him moan. Ivan broke off their kiss to bury his head in Till's neck and breathe in his scent. He pushed his body against Till's as closely as possible, as if, even with not a single centimetre of space between them, they were still too far apart. His arms wrapped around Till's back, holding him with the same level of controlled strength as before.
This man didn't just love him, Till realised. He adored him. Till was his reason for living, to an almost concerning extent. The warmth spreading through his chest at this realisation was equally concerning. Why did it make Till happy? He wrapped his arms around Ivan's back and felt him let out a shaky breath against his neck. Did Till really deserve to be worshipped like that?
"I did kiss you yesterday. Isn't that a pretty good first step towards making me 'all yours'?"
Till's voice snapped Ivan out of his trance-like state. He jumped and sat up, looking stunned. His eyes were even wider than usual.
"I— That is—"
His stammering, hoarse voice only added to Till's amusement.
"I wonder what would have become of our lives and our relationship if you had been that honest back then."
Ivan's mouth, which had been half-open this whole time, closed. He looked away guiltily, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"I have often asked myself that question. That is why I intended to tell you everything in due time now that we have found each other again. I had hoped to give you time to process it all... I am sorry I had to explain everything to you all at once."
"Why haven't you taken me to Eden yet?"
Ivan didn't seem taken aback by the question. He didn't hesitate before answering:
"Eden needs a supreme to synthesise their suppressant prototype as soon as possible. Human funds won't last much longer, which is why Alien Stage has so many segyein sponsors. The problem is that, in order to do this as quickly as possible, a tissue sample is required, without which the supreme will not survive, as it is responsible for their regeneration. Only one sample is needed, but..."
It was still a sacrifice. 'Necessary for humanity's survival' was surely Eden's reasoning. It was a view with which Ivan clearly did not agree, at least not when it came to Till.
"I'm not ready to die yet, even if it's to save my own kind. There must be another solution."
The relief on Ivan's face at these few words was almost tangible. It was as if he had feared that, upon learning that a single life would be enough to save so many others, Till would have agreed to sacrifice himself without hesitation.
"You are not the only one who thinks this way. I also believe there is another path, and others within Eden share this view. We would be no better than the segyeins if we used the same methods as them, even just once."
Ivan sat up and Till did the same. After a few seconds of silence, Till broke it with an unexpected question, even surprising himself:
"What are you and I supposed to be now, exactly?"
Ivan blinked a few times, slightly taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
"You want to pay off my entire debt? All right. It's probably just pocket money to you anyway. But I refuse to base our relationship on that."
Till unconsciously stood up a little straighter and looked away as he continued:
"I'd like to repay you for every drachma that you lend me. After all, it wouldn't be right to take money just like that from your boy— boyfriend…"
The last part came out much quieter than he would have liked, but it was embarrassing to say it out loud. Although it was only out of the corner of his eye, Till clearly saw that Ivan's eyes opened so wide they almost looked like they were going to pop out of his face.
"What did you just say…?"
"I won't repeat myself, so don't ask! But how do you want to call someone you kiss? We're definitely more than just friends now."
Ivan put his hand over his mouth, thinking for a moment. Or perhaps he was trying to contain his glee, which was about to burst out at any moment, judging by the flush on his cheeks and his beaming expression. Even without seeing his lips, Till could easily tell that he was smiling from ear to ear.
"So, are we together?"
"What did I say? I won't say it again."
"I need a clear confirmation, Till, please."
Shi, how could he possibly resist such a request? Considering how effective a weapon it was, Ivan's pleading tone was almost criminal. Till swallowed.
"Yes, we're together."
Fuck, he could feel the warmth rising to his ears. Fortunately, he didn't have time to feel embarrassed for long. Ivan jumped on him and kissed him with almost desperate energy. His hands clung to Till's face as if he might disappear at any moment. That was probably why Ivan had asked earlier if he was dreaming. How many times had he had this kind of dream, only to wake up alone afterwards?
He kissed Till many times, sometimes chastely, sometimes passionately, until their lips were red and moist. Neither of them found the feeling unpleasant, quite the contrary. Till felt as if he could breathe properly for the first time in years. For the first time, he had someone to rely on. For the first time, he was no longer alone in facing everything that weighed him down. Perhaps that was why they grew close so quickly: deep down, they weren't so different from each other.
"Till, you smell so good."
Ivan's dragging, imploring voice elicited yet another shudder from Till. Once again, a metallic smell reached his nostrils. Only this time it was different from the previous ones, more intoxicating.
"I can't hold back..."
Ivan's voice sounded distant. The prime buried his head in Till's neck and took a deep breath to calm himself down. The smell lessened, but something stirred in Till's gut. It was almost painful.
"What have you done, Ivan—"
Even breathing hurt. His stomach was heating up and his vision was blurring; it was as if he was about to lose consciousness.
"The last thing that supremes can help primes with is their rut."
A rut? Till had heard about it— supposedly, the primes were so sexually aroused that they had only one thing on their minds: copulating, until they had emptied themselves enough... He wouldn't elaborate on that; he was already embarrassed enough as it was. In any case, Ivan surely wanted only one thing at that moment: to breed.
"You mean you're in rut?"
"Yes. The exhilaration of hearing you confirm our relationship, even though it is a bit embarrassing to admit. I have my medication for that, I will go and take it."
Ivan tried to stand up, but Till grabbed his arm to stop him without thinking. He only realised what he had done when he saw the surprised look on the other man's face, as if he was asking what Till wanted.
"Can't I help you?"
Strangely enough, he was uncomfortable with the idea of Ivan having to use a product made from the blood —or who knows what else— of another supreme. Aside from the creepy knowledge that someone had most likely died for these drugs to be made, there was also a kind of... No, he wouldn't admit it.
"Help me? Are you aware of what you are suggesting, Till?"
Ivan's almost harsh tone brought him back to reality.
"Obviously, who do you take me for—"
Before he had time to finish his reply, Till's back was pressed back against the sofa. Ivan's grip on his shoulders was strong enough to hurt him. Yet that was the least of his worries at that moment. Before him were those red eyes, making his whole being tremble with peculiar excitement— that of prey at the mercy of a dangerous predator.
~ ♥ ~
"I am going to show you that, although you may think you know what you are getting into, you actually have no idea."
Till swallowed just before Ivan's lips met his for yet another kiss, even more urgent than the previous ones— if that was even possible. However, Ivan did not deepen it, contenting himself with sitting up briefly to look at Till once the kiss ended. The supreme slowly regained his breath, his slightly blurred gaze barely able to make out Ivan's ebony eyes staring at him.
Judging by his pensive expression, he was clearly torn about whether to continue or not. Perhaps he was afraid of hurting Till. The latter whispered the other man's name pleadingly, and that proved to be the last straw. Ivan threw himself at Till again, but this time he went much lower— down to his stomach. After one last glance at the supreme, as if to give the latter one final opportunity to refuse what was about to happen, Ivan pulled down Till's pyjama trousers.
"Wait— I just remembered that—"
All of a sudden, Till remembered something: even though he had just stepped out of the shower... It was that time of the month for him.
"I told you that primes have an extremely keen sense of smell. Did you think I was not aware of such a fact?"
Ivan's low voice almost sounded like a threat. It wasn't, though. Till was certain that he could ask the other man to stop at any moment, and that he would comply by taking his medication to calm down instead. Till closed his eyes as he felt his trousers slide down his thighs. He couldn't believe that he was about to strip naked in front of Ivan. It was the first time... He had never had time to think about such things before; he had been too busy paying off his debts.
The sensation of Ivan's nose pressed against a very intimate place was like an electric shock. Till immediately closed his thighs, trapping the older man's face between them. The latter's cheeks were puffed out so much that it was almost comical. However, this didn't last long: the prime's fingers forced him to reopen his legs and held them in place.
"I assure you that you are perfect in every way, Till. You have nothing to worry about. Indulge yourself, it is just you and me."
Till inhaled gently, allowing himself to relax slightly thanks to Ivan's reassuring words. Ivan pressed his nose into the supreme's boxers again and took a deep breath, making Till shudder.
"Your pheromones... You can let them out freely now."
Wasn't that what he was already doing? Till had the impression that he was no longer in control. Ivan's words vibrated on the piece of fabric and Till could already feel his body reacting. What would it be like once his boxers were removed? When Ivan's nose traced a few circles on a particularly sensitive part of his groin, Till thought he was losing his mind for a moment.
"Wait— Ivan—"
The deep growl that answered him silenced all of Till's protests. An exhilarating heat rose in his lower abdomen and he could clearly feel his boxers dampening against the other man's face. Ivan was like a starving man who had been given his first proper meal in years. Even though it was embarrassing to admit, Till's self-esteem rose in the face of such enthusiasm. Realising that his body aroused the prime was somewhat gratifying.
Ivan slipped his fingers under the elastic of his boxers and Till reopened his eyes. His gaze lost itself in the other man's, who had been staring at him for some time. Shit...! He trembled slightly as Ivan's tongue made contact with the already wet fabric. The sound that escaped from Till's throat in response to this gesture echoed off the apartment walls, prompting him to cover his mouth in embarrassment.
"Do not hold back your moans. Our apartments are particularly well insulated, so you do not need to worry about that."
Admittedly, Till had struggled to hear Ivan talking to his friends when he had tried to listen to them, even though they were standing right near the entrance. That made sense for apartments built specifically for a singing competition. However, that wasn't what was bothering Till. His boxers slipped down his legs and Ivan straightened up to help him take them off. His thighs pressed together once more as the piece of fabric fell to the floor.
"I don't think it's fair if I'm the only one who gets undressed."
Till's voice was quieter than he'd expected, perhaps because he was standing almost naked in front of Ivan. He felt as though he was the only one baring himself completely in front of the other man. Ivan took off his T-shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest. Not much of a surprise, given he was a model and artist. He stood up briefly to remove his trousers, and this time Till's gaze was drawn elsewhere.
He wasn't really familiar with this sort of thing; it was the first time he had ever seen an erection. But it looked pretty big, didn't it? He felt a slight apprehension, but it immediately dissipated when Ivan placed a gentle kiss on one of his knees. Size aside, Till was convinced that he could trust Ivan not to hurt him.
"We'll stain the sofa..."
Till muttered rather unconvincingly; on the one hand, he didn't want to break this moment and would rather just carry on. On the other hand, he wasn't exactly in the mood to clean up afterwards either...
"Right. It is not exactly comfortable, too."
Actually, the sofa was almost as soft as their mattresses. Till didn't mention it, though.
"I will go and get towels. Do you want to stay here or go to the bed?"
"Stay here."
Ivan simply nodded and walked away towards the bathroom. Till didn't have any strength to move and help the other man or even get into a comfier posture— his legs felt like jelly. He could barely lift them when the prime returned with several towels to put under his butt.
"No more interruptions now, mh?"
Ivan's hands slid down Till's legs, reopening them. This time, it was his own face that the supreme hid. He forced himself not to move his hands lower to hide something else; especially since, after a few agonising seconds of silence, he parted his fingers slightly and saw Ivan staring clearly there, below.
"It's— it's the first time…"
His trembling voice made Ivan look up at his face.
"For me too."
How could such a handsome man, who had succeeded in everything, still be a virgin? It didn't take Ivan long to answer the questions running through Till's mind:
"I have never been interested in that sort of thing before. But after seeing you naked, I realise that it is only you I am interested in."
Yet another shiver ran through Till's body. So it was a first for both of them... In a way, that was somewhat reassuring. Ivan had found some way to ease Till's apprehension, even at a time like this. Once again, Ivan's nose pressed against him, but this time there was direct contact. Till's back arched uncontrollably as the prime's tongue moved slowly up and down, lapping up the various fluids in its path.
Ivan's satisfied growl following this gesture drew another moan from Till, who felt an unfamiliar pleasure warm his stomach. He grabbed his T-shirt with one hand while the other descended to bury itself in the other man's black hair. Ivan continued to devour the feast served to him on a silver platter, keeping Till's thighs firmly between his hands to prevent him from escaping.
Had they not disappeared immediately, Till would have been left with some marks. The wet sounds accompanying each of Ivan's movements filled the room and echoed in Till's ears. However, he was now too preoccupied with his own pleasure to care. He moved his hips slightly against Ivan, pressing them a little harder onto the older man's tongue as it entered inside.
"Ivan…!"
Till could no longer hold back. He didn't know what to do with his hands or legs. He was at the mercy of Ivan and the desire that the prime was stirring up inside him. The worst part was that all of this also served to quench Ivan's thirst; in a purely pragmatic sense, it was useful. Till softly pulled the other man's hair between his fingers, prompting another growl from Ivan, who finally straightened up to give them both some breathing space.
The lower half of his face was stained with blood. However, this did not seem to bother him— as evidenced by his slight smile and the red gleam still present in his eyes. His lips found their way to the inside of Till's thigh, and a familiar pain ensued; that of fangs piercing the younger man's skin. Ivan was drinking, releasing an intoxicating scent as he did so.
Were those the pheromones supposed to make him lose his mind and render him pliable? It was working pretty well, actually. Till felt his whole body relax, his thighs opening involuntarily to let the other man drink his fill. He would never have believed that watching Ivan suck his blood could turn him on, yet he clearly felt his insides churning with an inexplicable desire: one of surrendering himself completely to the prime.
Finally, Ivan placed Till's thighs on his shoulders and grabbed his lower body tightly. His hands were so huge that they easily encircled the supreme's full waist. This time, Till didn't try to struggle or close his legs, as he was in a daze. However, he did feel something rubbing against him. When he looked down between his thighs, he could clearly see Ivan's arousal— although it was still trapped in his boxers, it was so erect that it was sticking out.
"Can I do that for you too?"
The question had been asked again before Till had had time to organise his thoughts. With Ivan, it was as if the barriers Till had erected throughout his entire life were falling one by one. His voice was shakier and hoarser than he anticipated.
"Another day, maybe... I need to be inside you," Ivan replied in a hurried tone as he removed his own boxers.
Seeing the prime naked, Till almost fainted. This was not a human size, impossible. Did the segyein genes of superhumans make them bigger than others...?
"It's not gonna fit—"
Hearing Till's panicked tone seemed to help Ivan compose himself. Even though they both wanted to, rushing things could lead to an unpleasant experience— for either of them. Ivan caressed Till's cheek to reassure him, and this time it was Till who pressed his face onto the older man's palm.
"Your body was made for me, Till. Do not worry, I will take it slowly. If anything feels wrong, let me know and I will stop immediately."
Ivan grabbed one of the towels that he had put on the coffee table next to the sofa. After wiping his face with it, he moved his hands down and Till realised that he had brought another item from the bathroom: condoms. Watching him slowly slide the piece of plastic over his erection, Till felt an even more pressing arousal in his lower abdomen— if that was even possible.
He chose to trust Ivan's reassuring words. He wanted this himself, and he felt comfortable enough with the other man to take things further. Their pheromones had faded by this point as they had calmed down, and they were both in full possession of their senses. The prime rubbed against Till's swollen, moist lips, soaked with proof of his desire: all his cum and the blood Ivan had gulped down earlier. Just thinking about it made Till's cheeks burn.
"Can I put it in...?"
Ivan's desperate voice almost made Till squirm. He could easily sense how much the older man wanted him from that question alone. As he asked it, Ivan thrust his hips hard enough to push the supreme's body backwards. Shit, Till's heart was about to jump out of his chest. Feeling Ivan's erection against him turned him on so much that he could have come just from that. How would he feel once Ivan was inside him? He closed his eyes.
"Go— go ahead, but gently… Please."
Only Till would ask a prime in rut to restrain himself, let alone also ask him to be gentle. Nevertheless, Ivan promised to do his best as he lined up himself and slowly pushed inside. The sensation of something hard and imposing entering him made Till gasp, almost startled. Not a sensation he had expected, although, as he had stated earlier, Ivan had no trouble entering him.
The prime's words echoed in Till's mind as a sharp pain took his breath away for a second. 'Your body was made for me'. The affirmation was almost possessive. Ivan stopped moving after thrusting a little deeper, giving Till time to recover after noticing his pain. Large hands encircled his waist, massaging his stomach, and Till could have sworn he felt Ivan's erection against his skin.
"Let me know when I can continue."
Continue?! Was there more? Till let out a small, plaintive groan at this realisation. He breathed in calmly and the pain slowly transformed into a diffuse warmth. It was strange to think that he was completely at the other man's mercy, willingly surrendering control of his body to him— but not strange in a negative way; quite the opposite, in fact. It was new, and exhilarating; almost freeing.
Till finally dared reopen his eyes and immediately met Ivan's warm, steamy gaze. The older man was staring at him with barely concealed desire, clearly fighting his instincts to avoid hurting him. Till realised what he was asking of Ivan at that moment: a prime in rut, restraining himself with a supreme— and during their first time together?
"I'm fine… You can keep going."
Till was almost surprised to find that the pain had subsided so quickly. Even more surprising was the fact that Ivan continued to push into him. Was there no end to it?! What kind of monster was Ivan below the waist? Seeing it had been one thing, but Till hadn't expected to feel it so much...! Even when it seemed like it couldn't get any deeper, Ivan proved him wrong. Feeling the prime's hips press against his own, Till let out a sigh of relief. It was over at last.
"Are you alright?"
Ivan's voice trembled slightly as he asked the question. Till nodded, followed by a frown.
"Ivan, you're bleeding." He pressed his hand on the prime's face to wipe off the blood flowing from his nose. "I should be asking you if you're alright."
"Sorry, Till... I think I am going to find it difficult to hold back any longer."
Those few words were whispered as a warning. The other man's red pupils glowed with an ominous light that was becoming almost familiar. Or at least, he should have found it ominous. Strangely, all Till felt was excitement, even greater than the one that had stirred his gut earlier— if that was even possible. Ivan smiled in a way that was very different from that which Till had experienced since their reunion.
It was the smile of a man possessed, and, despite himself, Till couldn't help but stretch his lips into the same kind of smile. As before, the familiar scent of Ivan's pheromones filled the room, and Till responded by reciprocating with his own. Ivan took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around the supreme's waist. He knew he couldn't leave a mark, but he looked determined to try anyway.
Till felt the member inside him withdraw almost completely before re-entering. It was a new sensation, but far from unpleasant; a satisfying warmth spread through his belly. There was no pain now, only the friction of Ivan's hard cock rubbing against his insides. It slid in with wet, hot noises, first slowly, then faster and faster.
Ivan wasn't lying; he hadn't been able to hold back for very long. Each of his thrusts was met with a moan from Till. The latter had given up trying to suppress them, no matter how embarrassing they were. Ivan sometimes helped by kissing him, which silenced him for a few seconds. He even bit him in order to drink a little, groaning as he pressed their lips together. Surprisingly, Till wasn't worried at all by this gesture; in fact, it only increased his pleasure.
It was as if that was where he belonged: in Ivan's arms, abandoning himself to him and letting him drink his fill. The prime had warned him that his pheromones were designed to subdue the supremes and bend them to his will. Till was experiencing this at that very moment. He clung to Ivan and felt something warm roll down his cheek. It was only when the older man brushed his fingers across his eyes that Till realised he was crying.
Though it wasn't because of any pain, but rather the overwhelming pleasure. Ivan certainly seemed aware of this, as he didn't stop or ask if Till was all right. Then again, perhaps he wasn't really all that conscious himself, lost in his own pleasure as much as Till was. Till felt something slowly rising within him— another sensation he didn't recognise.
"Ivan— Ivan, something's coming, I feel— ah!"
Before he had a chance to warn Ivan, Till arched his back and scratched the other man's skin so deep that he could feel blood beneath his fingernails. Not that either of them cared. Ivan didn't slow down at all, chasing his own orgasm until he came to a halt after a particularly vigorous thrust.
"Till— Till, Till."
The prime repeated his name like a mantra. In response, Till ran his hands through the other man's hair and pulled him in for another kiss, feeling something warm trickle between his thighs.
"Again? Please… I need more."
Truly, it was nearly impossible to resist Ivan's pleading tone— let alone the pheromones that enveloped them both.
"Fine, but you're the one who has to clean up afterwards."
This time, Ivan's smile was much softer. Their faces remained pressed together as the prime withdrew to put on a new condom.
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Till was no longer quite sure how much time had passed since they started. How many times had each of them climaxed? All he knew was that they were now in the shower and what was running down his legs was a combination of his own cum and the prime's. Judging by his hands firmly gripping Till's hips, the latter still had energy to spare.
The supreme was only standing thanks to Ivan's fingers holding him in place, while the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoed in his ears. At least that helped to drown out his moans a bit. Till had given up trying to hold them back minutes —or was it hours?— ago. His face was pressed on the shower wall and he wasn't sure whether what was running down his cheeks was water or tears of pleasure.
He tried to stand on his tiptoes, searching for a more comfortable position. This only allowed Ivan to go deeper, until Till could feel him touching that sensitive spot inside him again. He almost fell, but Ivan wrapped his arm around Till's torso to steady him, before Till suddenly felt something different.
Was Ivan getting... bigger? How could he possibly be any bigger than he already was...? Till vaguely heard him whisper something in his ear, but he couldn't make sense of it. They were probably apologies, while Till felt the member inside him pulsing in yet another orgasm. They had stopped using condoms a while ago, but this time it was special. Ivan remained hard and, most importantly, nothing dripped down Till's thighs.
In fact, it was as if a plug was preventing anything from coming out. Had Ivan knotted them together? Till moaned softly upon feeling another pulse from the member buried deep inside him— and it probably wouldn't be the last. Luckily, they could stop by a pharmacy on their way out the next day. Ivan nibbled his neck, then bit it to drink a little more.
The prime had been feeding without ever calming down, but, for the first time that evening, his breathing steadied as he drank. Knotting must have helped him through his rut. Till wondered how an ordinary person could survive that. Even as a supreme, he could feel his strength draining away after being subjected to such a marathon of sex. He closed his eyes as Ivan's hand gently caressed his stomach, as if celebrating having impregnated him.
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Groggily opening his eyes, Till was surprised to see the sun's rays already shining into his room. Growing more awake, he noticed something else: he was surrounded by muscular arms— Ivan's. The latter was facing him, still fast asleep. His beautiful angel face almost made Till forget everything he had put him through on their first night together.
How could someone who had been so ferocious the previous day appear so peaceful today? Till touched his cheek, and the prime finally woke up. He blinked a few times, looking confused. He greeted Till with a hug, rubbing his cheek against the supreme's face. After a few seconds, he seemed to realise that what was happening wasn't a dream, and his eyes widened.
"Till—"
"So, you're finally back with us?"
Ivan's expression suddenly darkened slightly.
"What I did to you yesterday, I am—"
"Stop it. You keep apologising, as though touching me were some sort of unforgivable crime, even though I gave you permission."
Ivan's fingers on his back tightened slightly.
"That is true, but jumping you like that—"
"I was the one who offered to help you with your rut. Now shut up, stop treating what happened yesterday like some horrible thing you regret. I'm gonna end up taking offence if you keep this shit up."
Till pinched Ivan's nose and sat up, turning his back on the other man. The prime really treated him like a fragile little thing, but Till was far from being one. At least Ivan could remember the previous day's events. Till had heard that when primes were in rut, they sometimes lost their minds to the extent that they forgot everything the next day. As he sat on the edge of the bed and was about to get up, he felt a weight on his back.
"I do not regret it. How could I, when my dreams have come true?"
Ivan buried his face in Till's neck, breathing in his scent with delight. He encircled the supreme's waist with his hands, and Till couldn't help but smile.
"I prefer that." Silence for a few seconds. "Can you explain what I'm feeling against my back right now?"
"… A morning reaction," Ivan chuckled against his skin. "Please bear with me, I just woke up hugging the man of my dreams after a passionate night with him."
Ivan's gentle, sincere laugh was unexpectedly soothing. So he was capable of joking around too... It was refreshing to realise that he was human just like everyone else. The fact he still had energy after all this was quite the feat, though!
"We should get ready for the photo shoot," Till changed the subject before they started another round— not because he didn't want to, but rather because it wouldn't have been sensible.
"Yes. Are you feeling in good enough shape?"
"I couldn't be in better shape. It's as if the bulldozer that ran me over last night is only a bad memory now."
Once again, Till felt the warm tickle of Ivan's breath on his neck as the prime laughed.
"I promise you that next time will be gentler."
A next time that Till found himself already looking forward to.