[ Ivan x Till ] The Stage of Dreams - Alienstage smut

♥︎♡ Chapter 2♡♥︎

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Ivan pressed his lips to Till's, the movement fierce and strong, full of meaning that he desperately tried to convey. 

Just like it was on the stage, but now it only them here - no one else watching;  this was a matter of the hearts, between them only.  As if Ivan would let anyone see what was going to unfold. Kissing just felt way too good. He wanted to explore more.

It was loud, the "Thud.. Thud.. " he could hear his own chest racing with a rough rhythm, the sound echoing through his hot lungs and in the back of his throat,  loud enough that I bet Till could feel it through their joint lips.

It was like a chime,  tracking the seconds,  that just seemed to stretch longer on longer as the kiss deepened.  Till grasped these seconds, it was the only thing  made sense from the untimed, messy movement of Ivan's jaws that ate away at him relentlessly.

This was kissing. Overwhelming. Warm.. tingly and weird. Till was  truly was captured by this foreign sensation. It wasn't as gentle like how he'd seen from the others -not brief either. Seconds had passed, but it felt like Ivan was just glued to him indefinitely.

Till could feel his breath being sucked away, taken to fuel the growing inferno between their melted lips. Ivan's eyes -the deep red, they just dug holes onto his very mind. Of course Till's fluttering teal greens stood no chance holding their own against Ivan's, but he couldn't look away either. It was all too mesmerizing, from the  movement of the other's jaw nested on top, to the moments when their noses neared and touched.

And Ivans expression that somehow seemed to churn him up from the inside.
Was it cause it was new? No infact, this must have been how Ivan was from the beginners. He could tell, the emotions were so raw.

Finally, when Ivan lifted his head, Till thought he might say something—but the words faltered, stuck somewhere between his thoughts and his lips. What could he even say?

Ivan’s mouth was all he could focus on now, those lips drawing closer once more. Till braced himself for another kiss, expecting the mouth, but instead, Ivan's lips hovered lower, just beneath his chin. He watched watched as Ivan’s mouth pressed against his skin, each touch purposeful, imprinting a line of wet, warm, lingering love-marks down to the softness of his neck.

Ivan was meticulous, as if he were painting-carefully studying each inch of canvas before leaving a vivid, colorful mark behind.

Till felt like artwork under his hands.

He could feel the press of teeth, firm against his skin, followed by the gentle suction, each mark blooming with warmth in its wake.

Then Ivan’s fingers brushed over the spot just at where his collar would have been, lingering there -a touch that felt almost possessive. A quiet weight settled in Till’s chest, something stirring, something he didn’t fully understand but felt was too much.. too close.

He pressed his hands to Ivan’s shoulders, not forcefully but firmly enough to hold him back. "Why?” he asked, his voice bursting with breath, steady yet uncertain, as though that single word could explain the strange weight pressing down on him.

Till didn’t understand what he felt, or why he couldn’t bring himself to hate it.

Tears gathering in Till’s eyes, but Ivan couldn’t tell if they meant pain, hatred, or something else entirely. These soft delicate pale lips quivered below him, on the cusp of words that he didn't want to hear. He didn't want to hear it.. those words would just hurt more.

Was he being selfish? Ivan already knew the answer, but he felt like he couldn't stop.
He crossed a line -there was no going back.

Till felt the burning of Ivan’s breath near as, his lips closed the gap. Ivan’s kiss was sudden, forceful this time, silencing everything -his confusion, his protests, his questions. Till's body tensed at first, but then the kiss deepened, a desperate pull that made his heart race. He couldn't understand it.