Vanya
Alfred could get used to that name. The way it rolled off the bartenders tongue in a almost playful way. While many would say the cute, sweet name didn't fit the man, Alfred would have to disagree. He's never met someone who could perfectly embody the name 'Vanya'.
"Vanya… Where is that name from?" He asked, wanting an answer on the origins of that alluring accent. He had guessed Eastern Europe, and wasn't surprised by his answer.
"Russia. It is nickname for Ivan."
Ivan.
Alfred enjoyed that name as well, still finding the simple thing precious. Now he had two names to match the beautiful face he was captivated with. Giving him a smile, he went to continue the conversation. He wasn't going to let Ivan go that easily. He had to know more.
"Ivan or Vanya… Which one do you want me to call you?" He asked, since the man did say to call him Vanya. He didn't want to offend the cute man, Alfred was attempting to be on his good side. Taking a bit of his drink, he watched the bartender look at him. His eyes trailed up and down, scanning him. Inspecting the fellow blond, he took a second to decide on his response.
He put one hand on the bar counter, while his other hand he lifted towards his face. Tapping his cheek in an coy way, his sweet smirk returned. It came with him biting his lip, in a seductive manner. As if he was trying to reel Alfred in with his body language. He spoke carefully, not wanting to let go on his kitten-like persona.
"I usually have people call me Vanya… But… You are cute, so you can call me whatever you like."
Alfred chose the name Ivan, taking it like a prize. Ivan had most people call him Vanya. So he was special? Or was it the bartender just making him feel this way. Alfred played dumb a lot, but he wasn't actually an idiot. He'd been around enough strippers, bartenders, and people who do lewd things for money to know a simple fact; It's all a façade. A presentation, a performance you could say. The persona of a sexy, willing girl or boy, who would complete your darkest fantasies if you paid enough. Who would do for you that no one in your personal life could. It's an addicting charade that is tricky to seperate yourself from. But Alfred wanted too. At the start, he couldn't understand why he wanted to uncover Ivan's true self. He couldn't name the reason, but it would unravel later.
Alfred mapped a game plan in his head on how to flirt with Ivan. How he would charm and woo this random man. He chose his words carefully, wanting to see Ivan in action before he went in. Ivan was a bit forward and playful in his talk and flirting, but was he like that towards all the customers? Did he like being talked to that way as well?
His romantic tactics were picked when he saw Ivan interact with a rather… difficult customer. A tall man, who was a bit slender than Ivan, but still came off as muscular. He strut proudly to the bar, as if he owned it. Or as if he owned the man behind the counter. Alfred found him to be unattractive looking, and tacky for the fact that his tie didn't match with his dress pants at all. The colors were conflicting in the worst way. But that was only a detail a businessman like Alfred could point out.
The man smirked at Ivan, calling him baby, and asking him a few basic questions. After getting past small talk, he went right in with the offensive remarks.
"Baby, how much do I gotta pay for you to be mine for the night?"
Alfred's throat dried up in disgust by the comment, but Ivan just laughed it off. Grinning and waving his hands in dismiss, you could tell Ivan had dealt with his actions before. "How many times do I have to tell you dear, I can not be bought!" The bartender laughed lightly, acting as if he wasn't offended or grossed out by the customer. Alfred had a gut feeling that the smile and laughter was totally fake and to save face.
"Oh, babe, everyone's got a price." The customer said, in a matter-of-fact tone.
Ivan just chuckled leaning against the bar counter. Still wearing a sweet smile, he tried to let him down gently. "I guess I am priceless, am I not?" He spoke in a whisper, that was alluring yet teasing at the same time. It came off that he was playing a game; one where he had to be stern while sexy simultaneously. To not hurt the big ego of the persistent customer.
The man just laughed in his face. Still having a cocky, unhurt expression, he dug into his pocket. Pulling out a fifty dollar bill, he folded it, sliding it to Ivan.
"You're gunna be mine one day baby, remember that." He said, having a sure tone that expressed it like it was a fact. A reality that Ivan had to accept. Winking, the man walked away, not bothering to buy a drink. He just left the tip, then going to the other side of the club, probably to swoon another dancer or worker here. Ivan didn't pick up the tip and place it in his apron until he was out of his eyesight.
Alfred watched Ivan turn around, rolling his eyes and frowning. His expression was pure disgust, which he couldn't blame him for. Alfred had felt like throwing up just watching that interaction. Ivan quickly fixed his face, not wanting him to see his true emotions for to long. Since there were no other customers, he went Alfred's way to return speaking to him.
It was from that interaction that he knew how he was going to flirt with him. Carefully. Ivan was like a delicate flower that needed to be gently misted. He was probably so used and only got talked to in a vulgar, immoral way. Men probably would go from zero to a hundred with him, jumping to 'How much per hour?' within a few minutes of the conversation. Men around the bar probably only spoke to him as if he was a sex object that could be bought by tips and promises of gifts. No one probably would ask him sweet questions and try to get to know him.
Those were all of Alfred's guesses, but by seeing that one grossed out expression on Ivan's face, he felt like it was a fact.
They returned to their conversation, with Alfred trying to cheer Ivan up with jokes. He didn't want to mock the actions of the disgusting man that came by. He was going to charm the cutie. Get to know him. Find out what made him grin in an authentic way. What made him laugh, honestly. It didn't take long, as Alfred finally got a glimpse of Ivan's true self when they spoke about his tattoos.
Alfred had asked him about the meaning of the sunflowers. Did he just think they were cute? Ivan confessed that they were his favorite type of flower, and he had saw his female friends have similar ones. Instead of the classic bow, he replaced it with sunflowers. Alfred saw Ivan's eyes light up when he talked about them. He guessed that maybe the man had an interest in floral life, which he found fitting. He put the idea of buying him a bouquet of big sunflowers in the back of his head- As he was saving the idea for a way to impress him.
Finding his face adorable when he spoke about the flower, he chose to do some flirting.
"If I called you my lil' sunflower, would you get offended?" He asked, offering his usual cheerful smile. Alfred didn't want to creep Ivan out or be to pushy, but he did want to flirt and drop hints. See how Ivan responded, how he reacted to the casual sweet talk.
Ivan responded better than Alfred could imagine. His pale face turned slightly red, looking down in embarrassment. As if he was surprised someone would call him his favorite flower. He quickly fixed his expression, returning to his usual grin. Even if he still had a blush. He wasn't going to let Alfred know that the comment made his heart flutter.
But it was to late, Alfred had caught the split reaction.
"Ha… I'm not little though…" He commented, completely ignoring his question. Alfred guessed it was because he didn't want to get even more flustered, which he found precious.
"You aren't. Is my big sunflower better?" He joked, laughing. Taking a sip of his beer, he watched Ivan's face get redder. While his expression stayed the same, a playful smirk, the blush was a give away. Rolling his eyes, he waved his hand in dismiss of Alfred. "So you are calling me fat, now?" He teased, his grin growing bigger. Alfred just raised a brow, joking with him back.
"You said you didn't like little!"
The pair started laughing again. And those laughters were the first ones that seemed real to Alfred. The way Ivan grinned and chuckled at his humor. He wasn't laughing in his usual seductive manner, where he was trying to charm and romance you. Ivan was just laughing, like a normal person. And it was moments like these that made Ivan even more intoxicating. The more genuine, personal side he showed, the closer Alfred wanted to get to him. It would only be sneak peaks, but he desired more. As conflicting as it sounds, the less charming Ivan tried to act, the more charming he was.
After the first night, he paid for his drinks and left an eighty dollar tip. Much better than the jackass that came before him. It was two AM, and the club was about to close. He wanted to stay and chat up Ivan, but he knew both of them had to go home. A part of him wanted to ask for his number, but he knew he had to wait. Be gentle about it.
If they were in a more, normal setting per say, Alfred would have no issue asking for a number. After a first night of flirting, he was confident enough to ask a pretty girl or boy what their digits were. He could be his usual cocky self, unbothered and ready to chase after anyone he saw cute. However, Ivan was a unique case. He had aggressive, sleazy and more guys ask for his digits on a daily. It was probably hard for Ivan to fish out who was looking to pay him for sex, and who was looking to get to know him better. The lines of sex verses romance were blurred.
So he was going to give Ivan that time. Let him know that he wasn't just interested in sex. While yes, Ivan was sexy, and yes, if Ivan asked him to lay with him, he'd get on top of him in a heartbeat. He still would hold him afterwards and take him on a date, because he was after more then just sex. After several weeks of coming to the club several times a week, his fixation grew. Ivan was lowering his guard, blushing more, offering real smiles. Saying jokes that made him laugh, having deep conversations that he wouldn't have with any other customer. He opened up about his love for space, which was a subject the pair often would gush about.
By each day, Alfred could feel his heart flutter harder from each interaction. His face would burn when Ivan would lightly touch his arm and shoulder, or wink at him. Or would blow him a kiss and call him handsome. Alfred would do things to make him blush back, like calling him his sunflower, telling Ivan how pretty his smile was, or that the outfit he was wearing was… Impossible not to stare at. The bartender did have have a wide variety of clothes he'd wear to work.
He wasn't a dancer here, but he'd still dress like one. Alfred recalled the second outfit he saw him in. In all white, Ivan had dressed up like an angel. White underwear, white stockings, white garter belt. A white, lace crop top that was long sleeve and had a heart cut out in the middle of his pecs. He even had a matching halo on his head. However, Ivan didn't need to wear that to be angelic.
The third was a devil outfit, which seemed to be mostly latex. A mini shirt, that was hiked up to his waist. Thigh highs that were a matching color and material. His underwear was a thong, where the straps were hiked up past the waist, teasing you. His top was similar to his angel outfit- Just latex and red. And he had devil horns placed in his messy hair do.
There were countless more- Military, school boy, police officer, nurse- But his favorite one had to be his bondage outfit.
Purple underwear, which is all he wore underneath a purple and pink harness. The harness went in between his pecs, around his waist, and in between his legs. It looked a bit complex to put on, but Ivan still rocked it. Purple collar, matching stockings, he looked like Alfred's dream sub. He wondered what he'd look like with a leash connected to his collar, or hand prints on his rear end. What would he look like with a red face, hickeys on his neck, while panting heavily? A question Alfred kept asking himself.
It was all left to his imagination.
He desired for his wet dreams and fantasies to come true. Taking him on a date, watching a movie together, going ice skating. Then followed by making love to him, anyway. Anyway Ivan wanted, as long as it ended up with him clawing at his bed frame, begging Alfred to not stop. He didn't know how Ivan's moans sounded, but he guessed it would be heavenly.
Over time, he picked up on Ivan's interest. Ballet, ice skating, piano, classical music. Alfred never thought he would ever go to a ballet performance, but after hearing Ivan describe it, he found the idea to be exciting. His dream boy seemed to wish he was still a dancer, in a non sexual sense. When it came to other forms of dancing, with the way he acted, he assumed he had a past. Especially with the outfits, he was the only bartender who dressed like that. It could to get more tips, but there was a way he wore them, as if he was experienced. Alfred could never ask the man, he didn't want to be invasive. If Ivan wanted to say he used to dance at the club, he'd like him to admit himself.
But his theory was confirmed when one customer came in, smirking and talking to Ivan as if he was only a toy. He had commented that he missed when he used dance at another club. How he liked the way Ivan shook his ass in his face, or how he let him place the money wherever he wanted. His words got even more graphic, which caused Ivan to shut him down.
"I don't dance anymore. Just bartend. I do not like dancing." He said, in a fake nice tone, but still in a more stern way. Ivan tried to drop hints that he wanted the conversation to die. The customer took the hint, as he told him that it was a shame and finally walked away. Ivan blushed, looking a bit embarrassed. As if he wished Alfred didn't have to hear that. Looking down, he adjusted his naughty school boy outfit, trying not to let Alfred think about what he said to much. "Anyway…" He started off, changing the subject.
Alfred was gripping his drink the whole time, almost enough to break it. This was so hard, watching Ivan get disrespected time and time again. It was so hard not to tell whoever was talking to him to shut the fuck up, and leave him alone. But unless he wanted to embarrass Ivan and cause drama, he knew he'd have to sit back and just watch. He felt unmanly through, he wanted to be Ivan's hero. To save him from any nasty guy going his way.
Going on a new topic, they chatted up again, speaking of their interest. One interest they heavily bonded over was space. Both of the men had a big passion for the stars. Both of their eyes would light up when they chatted about planets, suns, and satellites. They gushed over the idea of being astronauts, exploring the galaxy. A dream both of them had as kids, which realistically would never happen. But when you are a child, it's fun to daydream about your uncertain future.
Alfred hadn't found someone cute who was interested in space like him. He wanted to take him to the nearby planetarium, or having a picnic date, outside stargazing. Watch him fond over the stars, his eyes getting bright, winning a true smile out of it. That fantasy was his favorite out of all of them.
It was one Friday, that Alfred had decided it was time. It had been weeks, he'd visit a lot, and started to get to know the man. Now it was time to ask, to be more forward with him. To let him know he was serious, and that if there was nothing between them, to let him know now. Even though he feared rejection, he had to man up and do it. They would never be more than customer and employee if he didn't try.
Tapping his fingers on the bar counter top, he waited for Ivan to have a moment not busy. He would always be jealous watching Ivan talk to other customers. The way he would smile and act alluring, he wanted him all to himself. He wanted to be the only to get laughs and gentle touches from the tall man. But he knew that it was selfish. Ivan needed a way to make money, this was his job, and he was going to respect it. No matter how hard it was.
"So, lil' sunflower," He started, winning a slight blush out of Ivan. No matter how many times he said it, he'd always blush. It was the most adorable thing ever, which is why he took any chance to call him that. He was the boy with the sunflower tattoos.
"I really love talking and hanging with you… I wondering… Could I take you out somewhere that isn't this place?" He asked, his heart racing. He could feel him getting a bit sweaty out of anxiety. It was now or never, he'd know Ivan's true emotions. If he returned them, if the way he flirted was real, genuine. Or was it his persona talking, trying to get another regular customer who'd give him huge tips every time he came over.
He watched Ivan's expression critically. The bartender just smiled, looking down at him. The smile seemed authentic, as his expression was enticing. Alfred could feel himself getting lost in the eyes of the delightful man. Ivan leaned in, placing a hand on Alfred's green tie. He pulled Alfred close to him, being seductive. He knew what he was doing, as it reeled Alfred in more. The businessman had to stop himself from moving in closer and kissing his full lips. They looked so soft and pink, something he could nip on and leave a mark.
Letting out a giggle, his eyes scanned him again. Nodding, he used a finger to trace up Alfred's neck and down his jaw. "I usually don't give my number out to customers… But you are… something else… So you can have it." He said, letting go of his tie and pulling away. Alfred gulped, wishing that Ivan kept him close. He desired to have his touches and holds, even if they were short lived.
Ivan wrote his number on a piece of paper, sliding it over to Alfred. He had put a quick sketch of a sunflower, it being his trademark. Alfred quickly pulled out his phone, typing it into his contacts. For the name, he simply put three sunflower emojis. That was the only title he needed to see to know that his soon to be baby was calling. Slipping the note in his pocket, he had a huge grin on his face. One of pride and excitement. He had gotten the number of his crush. All the work he did was starting to pay off. And it wouldn't be soon until he'd have a chance to kiss him and have him in his arms. To make Ivan his.
Ivan just blushed and smiled himself, happy from Alfred's reaction, and happy that he'd finally be able to see him. He was letting Alfred get a taste of him, get closer. Let him be in his reach, yet pull away enough to not let him grasp. The professional teasing frustrated Alfred, yet excited him at the same time. Alfred loved the chase. His favorite game was the one of love.
Alfred started to lose track of time. It went from late at night to morning quite fast. With the club closing, he knew he had to bid his sunflower a farewell. He was about to say goodbye when he heard Ivan let out a loud yawn, and complain that he needed to call a taxi home. Hearing he needed a ride, he offered one to the bartender.
"You don't have a car? Want me to drive you home?"
Ivan explained that he did have a car, it was just in the shop being repaired. Hearing Alfred's offer, he decided to accept it. He rather get a ride then spend his own money on one. And he trusted Alfred, somewhat. The American didn't seem like a total creep.
"Hm. Why not." Ivan responded, taking a chance. While it might of not been the smartest idea, he had a gut feeling that Alfred wouldn't do anything bad to him. It was just a drive home, right? Nothing more, nothing less. He could get in the car and leave.
Ivan asked what his car and color was, and then instructed him to go and wait. The staff would kick him out anyway, even if he was with Ivan. Going so, he paid his tab before walking out. Stepping out into the warm, Los Angeles weather, he opened his car and turned it on, pleased that the weather was so nice tonight. Tapping his foot on the break, he waited for Ivan to come out and meet him. A feeling grew in his chest, one of anxiety but happiness. He was going to take Ivan home, and while that was the end of the deal, would the night end there? Alfred chose not to pull any moves since all Ivan said was that he wanted a ride. Before he could try anything, he'd have to win more of Ivan's trust and admiration.
After some time, he saw a tall figure walk to his car, opening the passenger seat. Getting inside, the man smiled at him, holding a duffle bag. He was dressed in a tracksuit, being more covered up then he's ever seen before. It was weird seeing Ivan fuller dressed, but he liked it. His outfit was comfortable, yet cute. The man leaned back into the seat, buckling his seat belt and waiting for Alfred to drive. He closed his eyes, seeming tired and exhausted from the stress of a long work day. Alfred could read the look on Ivan's face- He just wanted to go home and sleep.
Figuring out where he lived, Alfred started to drive. Glancing back to a resting Ivan here and there, he was still in shock that he had gotten him in his car. That Ivan trusted him enough to be alone with him and know his address. All those weeks of flirting and trying to get to know him were paying off with the foreign cutie in his car. Alfred thought about his adorable Ivan looked sleeping, and wished that he could see how he looked when being cuddled in bed. 'I bet he's even more cute..'
Once they got to his house, Ivan opened his eyes, rubbing them and thanking him for the ride. "It means a lot to me… That's very kind of you…" He said, a gentle smile of his face. Alfred explained that it was no problem, and that he wanted him home safely.
Ivan looked at him in silence for a moment. As if he was making a decision. Alfred wished he could read his mind, and figure out what he was thinking. Ivan was hard to read, as hiding his emotions came easily to him. While he picked up on hints and clues, Ivan's true self was still being uncovered. After a moment of silence, Ivan looked to the side, trying to hold back a grin.
"... I know you don't have work tomorrow, so if you want to stay over, you are welcomed to…" Ivan said softly, not making eye contact.
Alfred blinked a few times, before nodding, being hyped that Ivan wanted to share the night with him. Nodding, he was about to say something before Ivan cut him off.
"Just to tell you, I am tired. All I want to do is take a shower and sleep. So no funny business… If you are expecting anything from me, I would suggest you just stay in this car and drive home." Ivan told, being stern about it. As if this was his way of testing Alfred's true intentions.
Alfred nodded again, understanding what Ivan's conditions were. He expected that with his exhausted Ivan looked. And in all honesty, it was good enough for him. The thought of holding Ivan while he slept, keeping him warm throughout the night made his chest flutter. Being able to touch his smooth looking skin, feel the soft fat underneath it. Other men might of been disappointed that they would only get cuddles, but Alfred wasn't like that. He was drawn to the mysterious Russian, wanting any contact at all.
He was getting antsy, as he tapped his fingers against the wheel. Ivan glanced at his reaction, smiling bigger. Like he was glad that Alfred had acted so eager and willing to listen. Getting out of the car, he had Alfred follow behind him. The man inspected the outside of his apartment- It didn't seem to bad. The area Ivan lived was decent, and he was pleased to know that his crush didn't live in a to dangerous part of town.
Following him inside, they walked down a hallway that a older looking feel to it. Especially since the walls could use some paint, and the carpet on the floor really needed to be vacuumed. Once they got to Ivan's door, he noticed the cut out of a sunfollow on his door. It was right it the middle, and seemed to be a printed out picture. His was the only one in the hallway that had something on the door. Ivan riddled with the keys, letting him inside.
Once they walked in, it was his living room. Alfred took it all in. If he imagined what a Russian grandmothers house looked like, this was it. The sofa had a flowery pattern on the fabric, he felt like his aunt had the same couch. It seemed like furniture you'd find in a small shop in the hood. His T.V. was big, with a cable box and a PlayStation right next to it. The controller was on the floor, flipped over. He had a few framed photos, as he guessed was friends and family. One of the walls had a large, Persian carpet for some reason. A shelf was filled with little trinkets, stuff that he couldn't make out since he only stayed in the living room for a moment. Ivan had thrown his duffle bag on the sofa, not interested in bringing it in his room. Alfred followed by, wanting to know what the rest of the house looked like.
They passed a clean kitchen, which still had a Slavic grandmother touch to it. Alfred found it endearing, and a bit surprised that Ivan's interior taste had such an old school vibe. His attention was turned back to Ivan when he said something, pointing to a room.
"That's my bedroom. You can just get on the bed, I am going to shower…" He then looked at Alfred's outfit. "You can wear your underwear… I don't care, I imagine sleeping in those clothes would be uncomfortable." He said, yawing. Alfred was wearing a button down shirt, dress pants, with a tie. He always came to the bar looking proper and in work clothes. It was all just to show off that he had a well paying job and a sense of style. He desired Ivan to view him as a serious man. So many people never took him seriously.
Alfred agreed, lightly patting Ivan on the shoulder. The bartender seemed tired, as it was two-thirty in the morning. Alfred was a bit sleepy himself, but the excitement of being in Ivan's bed was thrilling enough to keep him awake.
He started with his button down shirt, fiddling with it. Loosening his tie, he took both the shirt and that off, putting it in a pile. Next came off his belt and pants, as he kicked them off quickly. He leaned down to fold all of his clothes, not wanting to appear as messy. He simply put it on top of Ivan's dresser, not sure where else. Alfred was just left in his socks and boxers, happy that he was wearing a good pair of underwear today. He placed his glasses on top of his clothes. It he wasn't going to bring them to Ivan's bed since he could see perfectly fine without them.
Alfred glanced around Ivan's room, picking up small details. It wasn't as neat as the rest of his house, actually, sort of messy. There were piles of clothes on the floor, clothes that seemed to be more on the lingerie side. He saw Ivan's costume halo on the floor, next to a white apron. His own closet seemed a bit messy too, with some clothes half on the hanger. Some were on the floor covering some shoes. And his shoes were not organized very well, as they were laying on top of one other. He noticed how many heels there was, almost about half of his shoes were heels. Little kitten heels to platforms only a professional stripper could wear. He had a diverse set.
There were crumpled up bills everywhere. Ones, fives, tens and even a few twenties. On the floor, near his dresser, and on it. Alfred guessed he would come home so exhausted that he'd throw his tips anywhere. There were a few books scattered around, from floor, dresser, and nightstand. He saw a ball of yarn attached to two metal sticks, that were intertwined with a scarf. All on the floor, of course.
His bed was unmade, as purple sheets were spread out and tangled with one another. A pillow was on the floor, while another was in the middle of the bed. He noticed a stuffed animal- it looked like a brown monkey. But it had big, round ears, making it look cartoonish.
'Does he sleep with a stuffed animal? That's fucking adorable.' Alfred thought, not turned off by the idea that a grown man like Ivan slept next to a soft toy every night. An image of him hugging it while nuzzling his face into it came up. Finding small facts about Ivan just made him more lovable.
Alfred noticed a full length mirror, and walked closer to it. He checked out his own body, feeling his ego rise. Thoughts about how good he looked filled his head. His fingers went down his own pecs and abs, feeling the hard muscle. His skin was smooth, with a sun kissed hue. His arms matched the hard muscles, as each time he would flex in the mirror his skin would tighten around it. He was proud of his own appearance. People could doubt his intelligence and work ethic. People can look at him and think he was just a pretty face. They could question his qualities as a person, but one thing they couldn't is his appearance- He was hot. And no one was going to take that fact away from him.
Thinking Ivan was going to be impressed by his body, he climbed into bed. He pulled the purple sheets up to his waist, wanting Ivan to see his chest. Folding his arms behind his head, he waited for the man to come out of the shower. His eyes went to a few posters on the wall. The writing on some of them were Russian, as dancers were the main center of the artwork. The dancers seemed familiar, clothing wise. Alfred knew about Ivan's love for ballet, and assumed it was an advertisement for it.
Getting lost in the details of his crushes room, it wasn't long until a tired, sluggish Ivan opened the door. In boxers with damn hair, he crawled into bed with Alfred. Getting under the covers, he cuddled next to him, nuzzling his face into his neck. Alfred could feel his wet hair, enjoying cooling sensation. Heart beating fast, he wrapped his arm around Ivan. Having his crush in a protective hold, he didn't want to let Ivan go. He wanted to make Ivan feel safe in his embrace, as if no one was going to hurt him. That his night was going to be safe and blissful. Still having a frantic heart, he kissed Ivan's forehead and wished him a good night. He hoped Ivan wouldn't notice that his chest beats were erratic.
But Alfred's heart wasn't able to calm down. Especially after the feeling of Ivan pressing his lips against his neck, whispering back 'Goodnight, baby…'
