[Posted: July 6, 2019]
"You don't have to explain anything," he said just centimeters
away from Gilbert's lips, foreheads pressed together. "You
love me, every part of me. How can I be bothered by that?"
We're picking up right where we left off. Enjoy the romantic smut ππ¦
Content warning(s): Romance. Explicit sexual content. Kissing. Oral sex. Frontage. Anal fingering. Prostate stimulation. Biting. Minor blood.
Ivan glanced down to Gilbert's cock, noting that it was semi-erect, and then back to Gilbert's face.
"Is it okay if I...?" he asked softly. Gilbert understood exactly what Ivan was implying and it flustered him β caused him to stammer a bit in response and hide part of his face behind his hand. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to answer Ivan's request; to just say *yes*, but he knew that any attempt to speak would make his voice crack and make him look even messier. Ivan watched him with eyes as beautiful as ever and full of concern; he knew it was embarrassing for Gilbert. It even was for himself as he'd been glowing a bright pink ever since Gilbert had begun kissing him.
"I need a yes or no from you, Gilbie; I don't want to push you." Ivan was nearly pleading. Gilbert shook his head subtly and pulled his hand away, revealing just how red his face had gotten.
"I want you to. It's just... You know how I am, so..." Ivan chuckled at Gilbert's shy grumbling and pushed himself up using the edge of the spring to kiss Gilbert's cheek. He knew that sex was still extremely new for Gilbert, and if he was being honest, the love part of sex was new for Ivan; they were both experiencing new emotions.
"I know, that's why I want you comfortable when I do it," he said. Gilbert averted his eyes shyly.
"I've been thinking about it a lot, actually," Gilbert admitted. "Ever since you said something about me doing it to you, it's kind of been on my mind..."
"Naughty imp," Ivan whispered against his cheek and began to kiss down his chest.
"Can you blame me?" Gilbert retorted and then gasped softly when his nipple was licked. "Just look at you..." he grumbled, gazing down at Ivan who was kissing his chest so sensually. Ivan stopped and looked up at him with a curious expression.
"Me?" he inquired, surprised but delighted.
"You're the one who did this to me, I never used to be like this but now I'm always thinking about you and the things you do and I justβ Iβ" Gilbert bit his lip as he searched Ivan's face rapidly. The words were on his tongue, he just needed to say it. He then gently cupped Ivan's jaw with both hands and gazed deep into Ivan's purple irises as Ivan watched with curiosity. "I love you," Gilbert confessed as if was the most honest thing he'd ever spoken.
So many emotions coursed through Ivan's being. Elation, love, lust. He was not expecting Gilbert to say that he loved him at that moment, but oh how incredible it was. However, Gilbert didn't expect the tears that started to fall from Ivan's eyes and he panicked, jolting a bit, eyes going wide with confused concern.
"I-Ivan? Are you okay?" Ivan chuckled through a break in his voice and shook his head lightly.
"More than okay. I'm wonderful. I just didn't think I'd ever hear those words." Ivan wiped at his eyes for a moment. Gilbert's worried expression shifted to a crooked grin.
"Well now you have, and I mean it." He paused and felt a bit shy and awkward after his confession. "I know it probably looks like I'm just some...horny guy that can't control himself or something but I swear it's not just that, I really doβ" Gilbert stopped as Ivan brought his face closer to his. Ivan then kissed him so softly.
"You don't have to explain anything," he said just centimeters away from Gilbert's lips, foreheads pressed together. "You love me, every part of me. How can I be bothered by that?" Ivan's voice was lower β deeper. Despite the sweet words, it made Gilbert feel aroused. He shifted further between Gilbert's legs, causing his chest to bump against the man's cock. Watching Gilbert gasp and bite his lip in reaction was extremely sexy and Ivan's jaw tightened.
"I love how honest your love and lust is," he told him, voice smooth like honey. "I don't think you even realize how sexy you are. Or how badly I want you." His fingertips danced on Gilbert's thigh. Gilbert breathed out heavily, pressed his hands into the stone at his sides, and leaned back slightly.
"Do you have any idea how bad *I* want *you?*" Gilbert asked. Ivan tilted his head ever-so-slightly and opened his mouth just a bit. As he glanced down his lips formed a wide, thin smile.
"If I go by how hard you're getting, I'd say pretty badly." Somehow Ivan made his lewd words sound so adorable and sweet. Gilbert let out a soft chuckle and placed his hand in Ivan's hair.
"Yeah, badly." Ivan was spurred on by the touch in his hair, feeling driven and like he had a purpose to make Gilbert feel fantastic, which he knew he could. He leaned forward again and began to leave slow, drawn-out kisses on Gilbert's ribs and stomach.
"Ivan..." Gilbert's fingers clenched and Ivan growled lowly from the feeling of the fingers gripping his hair. What Gilbert didn't realize was that he was just slightly pulling on Ivan's ears, and it drove him wild. Fangs dragged ever-so-lightly across Gilbert's ribs and made his skin twitch. Choking out a small whine Gilbert shakily leaned forward and curled his upper body over Ivan's head as his fingers tugged on his hair. By now Gilbert was fully erect and pre-cum dripped down his shaft. There was an ache deep inside of him that only Ivan could satisfy and it made his hips writhe needily. All he had to do was say the words and Ivan would give him what they both wanted. Ivan knew he wanted it and knew his answer was 'yes,' but he needed to hear it; it was so important for him to hear Gilbert say 'yes.'
Gilbert's breath hitched and he sucked in shakily. He enjoyed the foreplay that Ivan was treating him to β lightly scratching his skin with his fangs, the tickle of his hot breath as it washed over his skin, his hands roaming over his thighs and legs, but it was driving him crazy and he wanted more. Ivan adored Gilbert's body; how every inch of his skin felt under his lips, tongue, and fingers. The way he twitched under his touch made Ivan feel powerful and desired as if Gilbert was waiting with bated breath for his every touch, and it wasn't far from the truth. All Ivan ever wanted was for someone to want him and need him, and it was just a nice bonus that he happened to get off on making Gilbert feel good.
"Ivan please..." Ivan's ears piqued and he glanced up to Gilbert. His heart fluttered at the sight. "Come on..." Gilbert begged through hazy eyes. "You know my answer. You know I want you, so stop teasing me like this."
Gilbert was so completely full of lust with eyes shining with desire. He still looked shy with his flushed face, unsure of how to handle that throbbing pressure in his body, but his narrowed eyes and furrowed brows screamed how willing he was; how badly he wanted the other. His body posture was slouched slightly, shoulders rolled back and limp like he was weak and willing, hips shifting because he just couldn't keep still. A glimmering reflection was cast across Gilbert's pale skin by the water, and perhaps it was silly but to Ivan, he looked ethereal β like some mystic creature that was all his.
It wasn't the 'yes' he was looking for or even expected, but perhaps it was much better; his words and body made Ivan feel so wanted β so loved.
Carefully, Ivan lowered his head more, kissing all the way down to Gilbert's groin where he pressed his nose into the white tuft of hair there. He inhaled and felt the hairs on his nape instantly rise with primal instinct; another low growl rumbled in his throat and made Gilbert whimper with expectation. Ivan wanted to fuck him right then and there and both of them knew it.
He adored Gilbert's scent β fresh cold and snow, the rustic woody smell of the cabin, and the scent of sweat from his body. As he moved down, the tip of Gilbert's cock pressed against his neck and jaw and made the man hiss softly. It was delightful and reassuring to hear, but even with all the build-up and desire, Gilbert was not prepared for when Ivan's tongue gave a testing lick to his tip. The little gasp that followed from him made Ivan hungry, but he wasn't cruel; he allowed a few seconds for Gilbert to prepare, moved slowly as a sign that he was about to continue, and then licked more firmly in a circle around the head as he lapped pre-cum off of his skin.
Gilbert tilted his head back and he breathed out heavily, letting out all of the air in his lungs before abruptly sucking in more from another lick Ivan gave him. The teasing was killing him but that was Ivan's game and he was just a pawn to be played with; not that he minded, not in the slightest. Being adored, loved, responsible for Ivan's intense lust and desire, being the object of that passion β He loved all of it.
In reality, Gilbert had him wrapped around his finger and Ivan would follow his every desire. Despite that, at that moment Ivan still had him under his spell. He took a risk, opened his lips, then took the tip of Gilbert's cock into his mouth. Gilbert was less prepared for that and gasped out loud, his legs twitched around Ivan's head and kicked the water some, his toes curled tightly, and his fingers twisted in Ivan's hair as a tongue circled around him repeatedly.
Overwhelmed, Gilbert leaned backward and laid against the cold stone. The chill pricked at his skin and pebbles poked into his back painfully, but all he could focus on were the heavenly things that Ivan's mouth was doing to him. It was warm and wet and disgustingly soft and sweet. The sounds β the wet smacking and sucking sounds of lips and tongue made Gilbert's groin tight with more arousal that he ever thought he could feel. However embarrassing it was for Gilbert to hear the sounds made against his body, he couldn't deny how sexy it was to hear Ivan moan as he sucked him off as if he felt pleasure from doing such things to him.
As Gilbert leaned back, Ivan's hands reached out and held his forearms down, asserting a little more dominance while he gently rubbed at Gilbert's skin. He felt clammy from the heat of the springs and damp with a layer of sensual sweat that was building on his skin. He had a bitter taste, and even though he smelled of sweat and natural musk, he smelled sweet to Ivan's nose, The constant noises of Gilbert's cute little moans and stifled grunts brought Ivan to a new level of pride; the feeling of knowing he could make someone who loved him feel so good that they lost control of their voice and body.
Gilbert began to breathe heavily through his nose as he sucked his lips in to muffle his sounds. Ivan could hear the air rushing out of his nostrils when exhaling and it was a beautiful thing to hear; he only wished he could see what sort of twisted expression of pleasure was on Gilbert's face.
Within a minute Gilbert's voice got louder, his body spasmed occasionally, belly heaved and jolted, and his sounds were erratic and almost panicky like he was unsure of how to handle the new sensations that were coursing through him. Ivan knew that it meant Gilbert would orgasm soon. He moved his hands to Gilbert's hips and held him still; he could feel the strain Gilbert was putting on himself to keep himself from thrashing around β muscles tense as the pleasure increased, fighting his own body's reactions. Ivan loved that Gilbert was trying to keep himself under control and loved even more that he was failing horribly.
Ivan held him down, opened his mouth wider, and took the cock down to the base. Gilbert's sweet voice cried out in unrestrained pleasure and echoed slightly through the cave as Ivan sucked him harder and faster.
"I-Ivanβ!" Gilbert jolted up and tangled one hand in Ivan's hair while the other one clawed at his own throat in a desperate need to just do *anything*. He felt the waves of pleasure throb in his groin seconds before it peaked. Gilbert choked as the climax hit him. He clasped a hand over his mouth, grimacing in pleasure as he let out a loud shaky moan and stuttered before going into a small cough. Ivan pulled back from him, concerned, but knew that he was alright when Gilbert then relaxed into heavy panting as he gazed down at him.
Once the high wore off, Gilbert realized that not only did two minutes barely pass since Ivan started, but also that Ivan had swallowed his semen. The shame and embarrassment hit him and he struggled to find words. Ivan, however, had the sweetest smile on his face and any semblance of worry in Gilbert's mind had been lost.
"Ivan..." Gilbert's brow furrowed. The embarrassment was still there but he couldn't find it in him to let it ruin the moment. Ivan suddenly gripped Gilbert's hips again and yanked him back into the water, pale legs wrapped around his waist and Gilbert held onto his shoulders. Surprised, Gilbert just stared as Ivan locked their eyes.
"I was right, you do taste delicious," Ivan whispered softly. Gilbert whimpered and hid his face in Ivan's neck, his face and ears bright red. Ivan knew he embarrassed him even more but he loved how shy Gilbert was about it; it was endearing and sweet.
Softly, Ivan held his jaw and moved him into a kiss, rubbing his other hand up and down his back. His fingers brushed away some little pebbles and pieces of dirt that had embedded in Gilbert's skin from lying on the ground, and he rubbed the area softly.
Soon Gilbert's body sunk down more and he felt Ivan's own erection press up against his butt and balls, sending a renewed pulse of heat through his body that threatened to make him dizzy. His squirming only made Ivan tighten his arms out of a want to be closer. Their foreheads pressed together and they both breathed out of sync and saw how flushed and pink each other's face were.
It was romantic, sexy, and full of love.
They enjoyed the sweet moment for a few seconds or so, and then Gilbert reached down with one hand, fingers trailed down Ivan's wet chest and stomach and between his own thighs before they touched Ivan's cock. Ivan squeaked out a small noise, which Gilbert found cute and made him feel confident.
"Your turn." Gilbert smiled coyly and gently squeezed his fingers. Ivan panted breathlessly, and then shifted his eyes away.
"Can I...make a request?" Ivan looked and sounded timid. Gilbert's eyes widened but he nodded.
"Sure, what is it?" Gilbert asked. Ivan chewed on his bottom lip for a few seconds.
"It might seem weird, a-and I don't know how to say it and not sound crude..." Gilbert looked skeptical but curious, amused by Ivan's flustered state, and waited for Ivan to continue. "Can I...fuck your thighs?"
Gilbert's brain stopped working for a moment as he processed what Ivan had said; it was so blunt and unexpected to hear such a crass word and lewd desire in such a sweet voice. Seeing Gilbert's pause, Ivan thought the worst and abruptly let go of him and pushed away.
"I'm sorry! That's a weird request, I'm sorry!" Ivan exclaimed. Gilbert watched Ivan panic and close his eyes as he backed against the other side of the spring. Gilbert wasn't upset; not at all. Quite the opposite actually. Little waves of water rolled against Ivan's chest and made him open his eyes, and what he saw was Gilbert making his way toward him with a soft and erotic expression on his features.
"I told you I'd do anything you want, that offer still stands," Gilbert spoke as he closed the gap between them.
"Gilbert..."
"I'm yours, so do what you want with me."
"Only if you want it, too," Ivan mumbled. "I need you to want it."
"I want *you.*" Gilbert kissed Ivan's neck slowly. Ivan hugged him tight and felt his eyes well up. He was so lucky to have Gilbert and so touched that he loved him just as much as he loved him.
As Ivan held Gilbert, he started to feel a small movement. Gilbert was ever-so-subtly rocking against him and that gave him another idea. As fun as thigh fucking Gilbert sounded, this would also be fun. With a gentle spin, Ivan turned Gilbert towards the wall and pushed his back against the side of the spring. Leaning in, he let his breath tickle Gilbert's ear.
"Actually, I... I changed my mind, I want something else," Ivan told him and hugged around Gilbert tightly. As Gilbert chuckled he embraced Ivan back and smiled.
"Whatever you want," Gilbert said. Ivan whined ever-so-softly in the back of his throat β hearing Gilbert so willingly give himself to him was so sexy and made his entire body burn.
The two parted just a few inches, enough for Ivan to see Gilbert's face. Both were blushing bright pink and watched each other with aroused love and adoration. Slowly, Ivan rocked his hips forward, rubbed against Gilbert and repeated the motion. At first Gilbert watched him with curiosity of what the other had in mind for him, albeit contently as the feeling of warmth was comforting and sweet, but then he felt it β one of Ivan's thrusts caused his cock to rub up the length of his own and hit a particularly sensitive spot that made his body light up. Gilbert had to suck his lips in to stifle a moan.
"Feels good, right?" Ivan asked with a breathless voice and soft smile, still moving against him. Gilbert had held onto Ivan's arms and stammered a reply.
"Y-Yeah, it's...good." Pink eyes shifted down, staring below the water where their bodies touched. The sensation felt different than Ivan's hand and mouth, he could feel their skin rubbing and pulling on each other, sending small waves of pleasure through each of them. The motion of Ivan's hips was enthralling and it made Gilbert wonder how it would feel to have Ivan thrust inside of him using those gentle, skillfully slow hips.
After losing track of time once a minute or two passed, Gilbert leaned against Ivan's body and gave occasional small moans near his ear. Hearing Gilbert sound his pleasure right in his ear made him squeeze his eyes shut and bite his lip. He wanted to give him everything and hear more of his hoarse voice rattled with pleasure. Ivan felt his chest swell and he could swear that he'd never been happier in his entire life; having Gilbert cling to him and use him as support made him feel an overwhelming sense that he was needed.
More minutes passed and Ivan began to groan and moan into Gilbert's ear as well, his body shook, and then stiffened and gasped as he orgasmed. Ivan slumped against Gilbert's body as he panted softly. It seemed was rather sudden, but Gilbert narrowed his eyes softly and looked up at the ceiling of the cave.
The sounds of nature throughout the cave and water bubbling around them filled his ears, but Ivan was the only thing he cared about. Having the man rest against him made him feel so much love. He could feel Ivan's chest pressing against him over and over as he breathed, then felt him bury his face into his neck. Gilbert held him close and stroked his hair, soothing him as he calmed down. It was a comfort that Ivan had wanted for a long time, one that Gilbert always gave him; he always hugged him and comforted him after his orgasms and it made him feel safe.
However as the minutes passed, Ivan began to feel movement under the water β Gilbert's hips were moving against him again and he could feel that the other's cock had come back to life. The movement made Ivan moan softly and he began to rub his hands up and down Gilbert's arms, making him melt into his touch and give small sounds of appreciation as well. After a few seconds, Ivan moved one hand down to Gilbert's lower back, slipped it down even further, and dipped his fingertips into his tailbone. The touch made Gilbert rock forward more and swallow hard.
"Gilbert... Can I do more to you...?" Ivan asked as the pad of his finger rubbed in a small circle in the indent of his tailbone. Gilbert whimpered and held onto Ivan. His first thought was sex; it was all Gilbert could think of and even though he wanted it badly, he still felt nervous. It would still be his first time so the nerves would always be there, and Ivan knew that.
"Wh-What are you going to do...?" Gilbert's voice wavered a bit and he hated it. Ivan then shifted against him more, before lifting the man up a bit. It took a few seconds for Ivan to find a ledge to set Gilbert on, but he eventually found a spot for him to sit where the water still reached up to his chest. Once he was sat, Ivan gently slipped his hand down his front, passed his groin, his erection, and rested his palm on his inner thigh.
"I won't have sex with you," Ivan reassured him as his hand explored down more, eventually grazing over Gilbert's balls. He had the pale man in such a position that if he wanted to, he could thrust into him at that very moment. "But... I want to touch you down here, and inside," he told him. Gilbert swallowed again and glanced off to the side. Ivan already mentioned something about it before so it wasn't surprising, but it was still so arousing and embarrassing to hear.
"Okay," Gilbert replied and nodded; he couldn't say anything else. Ivan smiled and kissed his temple.
However, when a single finger curiously touched Gilbert's hole, he stiffened up and gasped at the sensation. Then his body shifted as the finger began to rub in a slow circle. It felt completely different from his own fingers β it was better and gave him more stimulation than ever before. Ivan peppered his cheeks and temple with small kisses to soothe him and while it did help some, he was still tense and clenching.
"Try to breathe, okay? It'll feel better if you're not as tight," Ivan spoke softly. Gilbert whimpered, leaned heavier against Ivan, and held onto him. The comment was unexpected and made him feel hot like he was burning from the inside, although most of it was because Ivan was still rubbing against his entrance. Despite that, he did his best to breathe properly and relax his body.
After a minute, Gilbert became more comfortable and relaxed in Ivan's arms, and shifted his body in a way that surprised Ivan β he moved his hips forward and spread his legs more; welcoming him. In response, Ivan pressed his finger harder and kept circling his hole until Gilbert had completely melted against him with head hung down and pressed against Ivan's chest. Truthfully, Gilbert was reacting much better than Ivan thought he would; it was relieving to see him be more comfortable in his own skin, with his body and sexuality.
"Are you okay?" he asked to be sure. Gilbert nodded quickly.
"Yeah," he answered with a slight pant to his voice.
"Good." Ivan kissed the side of his head. "And what about down here?" He pushed his finger a bit harder on Gilbert's entrance and Gilbert sucked air into his lungs at the pressure. "Is it okay if I put it in?" Ivan's voice was so soft and gentle.
"Yeah."
It was a simple request and a simple answer. They didn't need any more than that.
The water made it easier to wiggle the tip of his finger inside, and he could already feel Gilbert pulsing around him at the intrusion. Ivan gave him a moment to adjust but then he pushed it in deeper. As the finger entered more, Gilbert leaned back against the wall, panted out softly, hands pushing into the stone at his sides β Overwhelmed. The rock dug into his butt and hurt but he couldn't bring himself to move.
Ivan smiled at the other as he went deeper until his finger was in as far as he could go, watching Gilbert's pleasured, mildly uncomfortable face as if he was surprised by the sensation. He wanted to tease him a bit; to lighten the air a bit, so he leaned forward until their foreheads touched.
"This is the next place I want to taste. I want to eat you out until you can't even speak," Ivan cooed with a sweet and sultry tone, like a demon masquerading as an angel, staring deep into Gilbert's stunned, glassy eyes as he told him of the things he wished to do to him. Gilbert blushed dark and inhaled sharply; the words were, again, unexpected and surprising, but extremely arousing. What Ivan loved the most was that he felt Gilbert's insides squeeze around his finger. He, for just a brief moment, imagined what that would feel like around his cock, and it made blood pump hard through his veins.
Judging from Gilbert's reactions he was already close to orgasming again and it made Ivan feel proud that he had such an effect on his lover. The finger inside curled and brushed against Gilbert's prostate, causing him to inhale sharply and twitch his legs. Slowly Gilbert's head tilted back as Ivan continued to rub that spot.
"You're so cute, Gilbie..." Ivan whispered with flushed cheeks and closed the distance between them to kiss his exposed neck. The other moaned in response and let his head roll to the side, allowing Ivan more space to kiss his skin and leave his little love-marks.
It was slow, sensual, and sexy, but it was full of love and care and was incredibly soft. Ivan began to nibble on his neck to renew the little marks that had faded. Pale hands slipped up Ivan's arms and held near his biceps. Ivan moaned softly and opened his mouth, sharp fangs lightly touched Gilbert's neck and the familiar poking made him shift excitedly as anticipation coursed through his body, but he also slouched down, body nearly going limp β Something about those fangs just made him so submissive.
Switching between gentle bites and kissing the spot he'd bitten just built Gilbert's pleasure more and more, then Ivan dragged his fangs along the length of his neck down to his collarbone to nibble on the thin skin there. Gilbert loved how Ivan peppered him with bites and kisses as his finger still worked inside of him. The slow build-up to a second orgasm felt amazing and Gilbert was completely limp and at his mercy. Towards the end, he began to twitch a little and nails dug into Ivan's skin, but Ivan didn't stop and instead pressed his finger harder against his prostate and sucked more on his skin. As expected, Gilbert clenched around his finger, his stomach and chest writhed as the pent-up pleasure released in little pulses.
Even afterward Ivan did not let go of him and kept his finger still deep inside, enjoying how his body shaped around him and slowly stopped clenching. Curiously, he pushed his finger against the prostate and Gilbert twitched almost violently and he gasped, nearly whimpering.
"Sorry. Did that hurt?" Ivan asked as Gilbert panted, face grimacing.
"N-Not really..." he answered hoarsely. "Feels sensitive..."
"I'm sorry," Ivan apologized and slowly removed his finger, and then rubbed at Gilbert's hips and sides. Gilbert smiled at him, but then pouted and glanced off to the side like he was unhappy. Ivan blinked in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Ivan questioned, worry rising in his gut.
"You're mean," Gilbert said. Ivan looked more confused and now concerned that he did something wrong. "You...didn't bite..." he grumbled. Ivan kept that stunned expression as he understood, but then it slowly turned up into a soft grin.
"You want me to bite you?" he asked to reiterate.
"I want you to *mark* me," Gilbert clarified. That was different. Gilbert was asking for something very special and specific, and it turned Ivan on like nothing else.
"I've left plenty of marks on you already, but...I'm yours too, so..." Ivan pressed his body close so that their wet skin slipped against each other, then opened his mouth and tickled Gilbert's neck with his hot breath. As if that triggered a natural reaction in him, Gilbert wrapped his arms around Ivan's shoulders and curled his legs up a bit, which made Ivan chuckle a bit; this man was completely submissive to him.
The bite was quick and dug into Gilbert's flesh. At first, it made Gilbert moan but then he gasped and grunted in pain as the fangs dug deeper and pierced his skin, grasping at Ivan's shoulders. Small streams of blood trickled out, but Ivan stayed still and didn't move. It was completely selfish of him to do β to mark Gilbert in such a way, even if the man asked for it. He knew it hurt and knew it'd leave a scar, but that's why he did it.
"Ivan..." Gilbert whispered his name, voice coming out a bit pained. The fangs abruptly left his neck and he grunted as he felt them pull out. Ivan licked the area, which made it sting and brought more little whimpers out of the other. Ivan seemed to moan in enjoyment as if the taste of blood was pleasant to him.
"I'm sorry. This will probably scar..." Ivan apologized. Gilbert's eyes widened a bit but then he smiled ever-so-slightly. "Wolves really aren't good to you, are they..." Ivan mumbled. Gilbert suddenly grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at him.
"You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me." Gilbert moved one hand to his own neck and felt the puncture sting. "Not to sound cheesy but this scar is important to me, like a treasure. I love you, so any mark you give me is a good thing." Gilbert rubbed his thumb against Ivan's cheek. "And I asked you to bite me, remember? I want you to leave marks all over me." Ivan bit his own lip and then moved to sit next to Gilbert.
"I love you," Ivan said. Gently he pulled Gilbert into his lap and held around him. Gilbert gave him a few soft kisses to his cheek before kissing his lips and then nuzzled against him. It was a perfect way to end the day, embraced in their lover's arms. Such a sweet thought entered Gilbert's head β he wanted to start and end every day in Ivan's arms.
I really wanted to write some more gentle sex full of love and affection. I hope I was able to portray that, even through the lewd stuff happening.
Author's notes/thoughts:
-Ivan being the type to get off on Gilbert's pleasure is one of my favorite headcanons. Of course he loves when Gil gives him pleasure but he can go far from just seeing how good he can make Gilbert feel.
-I laughed for a good minute about the whole "Ivan: 'Can I fuck your thighs?' = Gilbert .exe has stopped working." thing.
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