[Posted: January 7, 2020]
Everything else disappeared
and it was just him and Gilbert.
Love is in the air.
This chapter is just full of them being stupid and in love. Also lots of smut. And it took me— What? 4 months to get this chapter done? At least it wasn't 3 years like last time hahaha...
CHAPTER WARNING(S): Romance. Love. Explicit sexual content.
Heart Day was typically just another day for Gilbert; one he forgot existed as an adult. When he was a child, he remembered his parents having a nice candlelight dinner, his father would bring home Snowdrops and candies for mother. She would laugh and brush her long blonde hair behind her ear as she blushed chastely, and dad would lean in for a kiss and hold her as he laughed. Gilbert and Ludwig would peek through the kitchen door and watch and laugh about it as if it was something silly, as children do when they see displays of affection. After their parents died the holiday faded out of existence for them as neither of them had partners of any kind. It was just another day.
Now, Gilbert was in that very same kitchen in a pink apron making homemade chocolates for Ivan. With chocolate on his hands and forearms and some smeared across his cheek as well, he continued to roll the chocolate into small bite-sized balls between his palm. It was still early so Ivan likely wouldn't be up for a few more hours, but he had been up since the crack of dawn struggling to make them; he was good at cooking but baking and making candies was a bit different for him and there was pressure to do it right.
The previous night, he sneaked out with Ludwig to town after Ivan went to sleep and came back with chocolate and even flowers. He wasn't sure what kind of flowers Ivan liked or if he liked any at all, so in an uncertain panic, he purchased a bouquet of several types; it looked like a mess of color and it smelled so strongly that it made Gilbert's allergies flare up, but he hoped Ivan would like them.
After a couple of hours of rolling the chocolate balls, he saved a few for tasting. He'd eaten so much chocolate that he felt sick and by then it all tasted the same to him so he needed another opinion. He grabbed a small plate of them and went to Ludwig, who was still asleep.
"Pst, hey. Lud, wake up," he whispered. When he didn't get a response other than a little groan. He glared and kicked the side of the bed, shaking the man in it. Ludwig jolted up, cursed in another language, and scanned around.
When he looked to Gilbert he narrowed his eyes in irritation.
"What are—"
Gilbert shoved a chocolate ball in his mouth.
"How do they taste?" he asked and grabbed another one as if he was about to shove it in Ludwig's mouth before he even swallowed the first one.
"What the fu—" Ludwig questioned in a muffled voice, mouth full chocolate. He chewed it and swallowed. "Ugh. What are you doing?" he coughed a little.
"Remember all that stuff I bought last night?"
"Yeah, you wouldn't tell me why."
"Well I'm attempting to become a chocolatier. How do they taste?"
Ludwig smacked his lips a few times and then grabbed another ball from his brother. He bit into it and chewed it properly this time.
"A little stale, but the chocolate has a nice texture."
"Bad? Good?" Gilbert looked impatient.
"Good, I guess. Not the best. Not like mom's."
Gilbert rolled his eyes.
"Oh well let me just go revive her and ask her to teach me how to make chocolate balls then," he retorted and shoved a chocolate ball into his mouth. Ludwig scratched his neck and noticed that Gilbert seemed oddly tense and irritable.
"What's up with you? You're up early even for you, and we were out so late." His question made Gilbert go lax, submissive, and he slouched his shoulders.
"It's Heart Day," he mumbled and turned his body away.
"So?" Ludwig questioned.
"So," he started with a growl; he thought it was obvious. "I wanted to do something special. For Ivan."
"Oh," Ludwig reacted and paused. "Well, this is your first time making chocolate like this without mom's help, not bad for your first time." Gilbert pouted at him.
"That doesn't make me feel better. I spent all morning making them and I'm running out of stuff to make more."
Ludwig sighed.
"Ivan will love them, I promise."
Gilbert narrowed his eyes at the candy. He didn't understand why he felt so shy — butterflies were almost constantly fluttering in his stomach. Perhaps the day just held some connotations around it that made him nervous. Surely Ivan didn't even care that much about it. Did he even know it was a holiday? Gilbert knew that Ivan would likely just say that a day with him would be special enough, but he wanted to do something like a couple; like his parents used to do.
He placed the small plate on Ludwig's nightstand and rubbed his neck.
"Listen, don't make this awkward, alright?"
"You're already making it awkward," Ludwig told him with a raised brow. Gilbert growled under his breath and crossed his arms defiantly.
"Could you not be here today? For a little bit?" Gilbert mumbled, half hoping that Ludwig wouldn't hear it.
"What? Why?"
"I told you, I wanted to do something special for Ivan..."
Ludwig thought for a moment and then the slightly stunned expression of realization showed on his face.
"Oh, uh, sure. When do you want me out?"
"Jeez you say it like that and it sounds awful," Gilbert retorted. "Whenever Ivan wakes up, I guess. It'll just be for a few hours, okay?"
"Sure, I can do that." Ludwig then grinned. "I'll make sure to knock."
"You bastard, you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"I'm really not," Ludwig deadpanned and threw his blanket off. He went to his closet and started to pull some clothes from it. "I'll go into town. Anything you want me to grab while I'm out?"
"Uh... Fruit."
"What? We just bought a bunch of fruit though?"
"Well we might need more after today," Gilbert said and Ludwig turned to give him a look of disbelief. "What? Ivan likes fruit, alright? I can't help that."
Ludwig rolled his eyes.
"I don't think you would even if you could."
"Shut up. I'm going to take a bath so if Ivan wakes up just tell him I'll be out in a bit, okay?"
"Yeah yeah," Ludwig said as he stretched, and Gilbert left the room, but also left the chocolates for him as well.
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In the bath, Gilbert stared up at the ceiling. His heart was beating faster than usual and he felt knots tying in his stomach.
Heart Day meant that couples were romantic, showed their love for each other, and a part of that usually meant sex.
Images filled his mind of his and Ivan's bodies tangled together and he felt a surge of arousal and his cheeks burned. He dunked his head under the water and stayed for a few seconds before he resurfaced, and then used his hands to slick his bangs back.
"Why am I like this?" he wondered aloud and let out a frustrated sigh.
He knew it was a possibility that they'd do it today, and he was okay with that. Gilbert wanted it and wanted to be close to Ivan, and he felt like he was ready. Still, he couldn't help but feel nervous. It was stupid though — they'd already done so much together, it wasn't like he was entirely new to sex and Ivan was such a sweetheart. It wasn't a big deal, but his nerves and excitement just got the better of him.
Thoughts became invasive as he washed his hair, and more of them came when he started to wash his body and imagined Ivan in the bath with him. In his mind, Ivan rubbed along his skin with the cloth and washed him with a slow gentleness, as he'd done many times before. Gilbert then parted his legs and bit his lip. A hand trailed down to his inner thigh, passed his flaccid penis, and down further. The first touch to his entrance made him nervous and feel like he just couldn't do it himself. He told himself how dumb he was being, swallowed his nerves, and slowly pushed a finger into himself. He grimaced, shifted his hips, and lifted one leg onto the edge of the bathtub, and slowly thrust his finger in and out. After several minutes of that, he pushed a second finger in and began to stretch himself like Ivan had done to him before. Just thinking of Ivan at that moment made his lower abdomen tighten. He took another cloth and wet it, then reached it down to his entrance as well.
He groaned softly as he proceeded to wash himself.
After what felt like an eternity, he leaned back in the tub and prayed that he'd done a good enough job. As he washed his arms and legs, he noticed his hair was growing in again. Following that, touched his face and felt faint stubble growing in along his jaw as well. He couldn't grow facial hair that well, which was good for him because he disliked hair and wanted to shave it, but it wasn't always the easiest. Luckily his hair was light and thin so he didn't mind it that much. However, as he felt around his groin he felt the coarse hair there and he scowled a bit.
At that point, he'd been in the bath for an hour and he was sure that Ivan was up by now, but he wanted to do one last thing. So he stood up and carefully shaved his groin with a sharp razor.
He flinched when he accidentally nicked his skin.
"Dammit..." he growled as the small cut bled and trickled down his skin. The sense of regret filled him and he figured that he should have left well enough alone. As he dried himself off, the cut was bright red, stung, and he felt embarrassed. His first thought was, 'I can't let Ivan see this,' even though that was a foolish thing to think at that point. After he dried off and dressed, he left the washroom not feeling as confident and sexy as he had hoped.
.
Gilbert ventured out into the hall and saw the living room light on. Stepping inside revealed that Ivan was sitting on the couch just glancing around the room, similar to how a patient waits to be called in to see a doctor.
"Ivan?" Gilbert questioned. He still felt awkward from his bath but he tried to not let it show.
Ivan perked up when he heard Gilbert.
"Good morning," Ivan greeted.
"Morning," Gilbert replied and stepped toward him. "Where's Ludwig?"
"He said he was going into town for a few hours today. Said he wouldn't be back until the evening."
'That bastard...' Gilbert inwardly growled.
"Gilbert?" Ivan stood up and stepped to him. "Are you okay? You seem distracted."
Gilbert looked at Ivan and then everything else disappeared. At that moment, nothing else mattered except for them.
With a purpose, Gilbert strode to him and abruptly pressed his body against his, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth. Ivan was stunned for a moment, still mildly worried about Gilbert, but he felt Gilbert's love and passion through his kiss, through the fingertips that caressed through his hair and gently tangled there. Ivan pulled back and rubbed Gilbert's hair between his fingers, his ears flicking up a bit as he noticed a few things.
"It smells sweet in here, and you took a bath before I woke up." He knew something was up and Gilbert could sense it. "Is today special?"
"A little," Gilbert answered and glanced away. "It's Heart Day." Ivan's inquisitive expression turned to one of recognition.
"I see. A day of romance, right?" Ivan asked and Gilbert nodded. "Well, if today's a day to celebrate love, I want to give all of my love to you." He closed the distance between them and hugged Gilbert close. Their hips pressed together, Ivan's arms wrapped around Gilbert's waist, and he smiled at him.
Gilbert felt shy as Ivan leaned in to kiss him, but it was a gentle kiss that was so sweet and tender that he only made a soft grunt in response. Ivan buried his nose into white hair, then sniffed a few times as he noted a scent. Gilbert made another sound when Ivan's lips found his ear; he kissed under it and then slid his lips down to his neck. Ivan inhaled and sighed in contentment; he enjoyed how Gilbert squirmed a little and made soft grunts in his throat at everything he did.
"You smell so clean," Ivan said and kissed his neck again; Gilbert's skin felt so soft and nice and his natural scent was covered a bit, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss that smell.
"Well I did just take a bath," Gilbert retorted and held Ivan's arms. Then Ivan hugged him tightly. There was a silence that made the air feel thick, and Gilbert could tell that there was something on Ivan's mind.
"I really do want to give you everything today, if that's okay? I...really want to...y'know, with you..."
Gilbert's eyes narrowed, unsure of how to answer as his body reacted to Ivan's words with warmth, happiness, and arousal. This was what he was prepared for; what he was waiting for.
"I'd like that, yeah..." Gilbert mumbled against Ivan's chest.
Ivan froze for a moment and hoped Gilbert understood what he meant. He blushed and slipped his hands down to Gilbert's butt and gave a soft squeeze.
"Are you sure? I don't want to force you."
Gilbert pulled back and looked at him with a flustered but determined expression.
"I spent all morning making chocolates, cleaning myself and preparing just for today. I'm sure, okay? No one is forcing me."
Ivan blinked at him for a few seconds and then grinned as he squeezed Gilbert's butt again.
"I see. You're all squeaky clean just for me, hm..." Ivan buried his nose into Gilbert's neck again and kissed, then gently nibbled his skin.
"Ivan," Gilbert spoke and tilted his head a bit. He knew it would only encourage him though. "Let's go back to my room..."
Without even thinking, Ivan scooped Gilbert up in his arms and made his way to his room. Inside, Ivan placed Gilbert at the foot of the bed and then shut and locked the door; it was unnecessary since they were alone in the house — they could leave the door wide open if they really wanted to. How adventurous would that be, Ivan wondered giddily.
When he turned back around, Gilbert was standing and had taken his sweater off and was beginning to lift his undershirt. Ivan suddenly felt something unpleasant rise in his chest.
"Wait," Ivan said and went to him. Gilbert gave him an odd look as Ivan placed his hands on his to stop him. "I don't want to rush into things."
Gilbert smiled at him and tilted his head just a little.
"I was just a little warm, so..."
Ivan returned the smile and watched him for a moment. He adored how shy yet wanton Gilbert was. After a moment he noticed something, or rather, he felt something — Gilbert's hands felt unusually stiff. Looking back at him he noticed a look of trepidation on Gilbert's face.
"Are you okay? You seem nervous."
"I'm fine," Gilbert answered quickly and looked away in that shy way he always did. However, if it weren't for the underlying nerves under it, Ivan would have dropped it.
"Gilbert..." Ivan gently cupped his cheek and stroked his skin. "It's okay if you're nervous. A lot of times the nerves come with excitement. You just have to let me know if there's something you don't like, or if you're worried about something, I'll do everything I can to make you not worried."
Gilbert pouted slightly.
"Why are you so perfect?"
Ivan laughed, a light blush on his cheeks.
"I'm far from perfect, but I do love you."
Gilbert rolled his eyes and squeezed Ivan's hand.
"I know there's nothing to be worried about, I know that. But it's still new, y'know?"
Ivan smiled.
"We'll work up to it, and if you don't want to do it, we won't. We have all the time in the world."
Gilbert groaned softly at how cheesy Ivan was but he couldn't deny that it did make him feel better.
"I want to, don't think I don't," Gilbert pulled himself closer. "The entire time I was in the bath I was thinking about it."
Ivan grinned.
"Oh? Did you touch yourself?"
Gilbert looked away in guilt, turning a bit red and he pursed his lips.
"A little. Wanted to save it for you though."
Ivan rubbed up his arms, smiling softly.
"Can I see? How you do it?"
Gilbert grumbled and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're such a perv," Gilbert mocked softly as he removed his shirt. He grabbed the front of his pants and then froze, immediately he remembered that he'd cut himself earlier. It was probably even redder now and it still hurt a little.
"Gilbert?" Ivan questioned after he noticed Gilbert hesitate.
"Actually, nevermind," Gilbert laughed nervously. "How about we just kiss or something?"
"Wait, Gilbert—" Ivan sat next to him and grabbed his hand. "What's wrong? You're acting strange. Are you scared? Talk to me."
Gilbert saw how worried Ivan was and he felt awful because he knew how dumb he was being and how worried Ivan was. He blushed and felt awkward because it was just so embarrassing.
"It's nothing, really. Come on, kiss me." Gilbert wrapped his arms around Ivan's shoulders.
Ivan frowned a little, his ears flattened back, and he pecked his lips before leaning into him more. He coaxed Gilbert down onto his back and kissed him softly, but he still felt like something was off. After kissing for a few minutes, Ivan reached his hand down and stroked his fingers across the front of Gilbert's pants, then unbuttoned them.
"H-Hey, wait," Gilbert stuttered as he broke the kiss, then grabbed Ivan's hands. Ivan, in turn, grabbed both of his wrists, pinned him to the bed, and stared down at him intensely.
"Tell me what's wrong. I'm worried," Ivan begged him, then gently released his wrists.
Gilbert shifted his eyes away and bit his lip. He knew he couldn't hide it for too long. He closed his eyes and sighed, then fumbled with his fingers.
"I uh... I kinda did something and I messed it up..."
Ivan recoiled slightly and his eyes trailed down Gilbert's body, stopping at his crotch where clearly the "thing" he did was centered since he was so adamantly stopping Ivan's advances.
"What did you do?" he asked.
Gilbert groaned and lifted his arms over his head, then looked towards his armpits. It took a moment before Ivan noticed. Curiously he leaned down and looked, then slid a finger over the curve of smooth, freshly shaven skin.
"It feels nice. Smooth..." Ivan muttered. He touched the other armpit and smiled softly. Then, the possibility hit him and he stopped. "Did you? Down here?" He asked and gently palmed his crotch.
Gilbert grunted softly as Ivan put pressure on the cut.
"Tried to, anyway." Gilbert shifted his eyes away. "Kinda..."
"Can I see?" Ivan asked, eyes lighting up. Gilbert blushed and pouted.
"Fine, but don't laugh, okay? It's really embarrassing..."
"I won't, I promise," Ivan chuckled a little at how worried Gilbert was; he doubted it was as bad as he made it out to be and was just making it worse by hiding it. He watched as Gilbert undid his pants more. "So did you only shave half or something?" His comment earned an embarrassed growl from Gilbert.
"No," he answered in irritation. "I just... Ugh just shut up, you'll see."
Ivan's ears flipped back at Gilbert's harsh tone, but he knew he was just embarrassed so he couldn't take it to heart. Watching Gilbert push his pants down was arousing, but when his groin was revealed, Ivan saw the several red dots on Gilbert's skin where he nicked himself in a few places, along with a bright red cut on one side.
"Ah, so that's what you did." Ivan leaned down and inspected the area, which made Gilbert suck in his breath and blush at the proximity. "Does it hurt?"
"A little..." Gilbert said and then gasped when Ivan touched the area.
"Feels smooth, but bumpy in some places..." With no hair to interrupt, his breath tickled Gilbert's skin and made him shift.
"It was my first time doing it, alright!? How was I supposed to know!?"
Ivan smiled and kissed the shaven groin, then inhaled, which made Gilbert grunt softly and squeeze his eyes shut.
"Smells different, but still like you..." Ivan began to rub at his hip bones and continued to kiss all along his skin.
"Ivan, wait..."
Ivan lifted his head when he heard his shaky voice and saw an expression on Gilbert's face he recalled seeing once before. He seemed aroused and needy, but there was fear there still. Ivan kissed his skin once more.
"Tell me what's worrying you. Don't hold back," he told him and kissed again.
Gilbert whined softly and tilted his head back, moved his forearm over his head, and took a deep breath.
"I...don't know what to expect or what to do."
Ivan stopped then and just looked over Gilbert's skin. He hated that Gilbert felt anything other than excitement, but he couldn't blame him – the first time is always a little weird. Even now, Ivan felt nervous and scared of doing it with Gilbert. Although his fear was for something different.
Then, Ivan smiled.
"Just be yourself, let yourself feel it and enjoy it." Gilbert kept his eyes closed but his lips pulled a bit tight in response. Ivan shifted his body. "It'll feel good, like nothing you've ever felt before." As Ivan spoke, Gilbert lifted his arm off his face and looked down. Ivan was gazing over his body as he rubbed his hips and sides. His words made Gilbert feel safer and less worried, and more aroused. "I'm a little scared too," Ivan said and Gilbert blinked a few times rapidly. "I'm scared of hurting you, of making you scared of me, scared of reliving memories, and just..."
Gilbert reached to Ivan's head and gently stroked through his hair.
"I know, your hands are shaking a little," he said and gripped a bit tighter. "You're a big softy at heart even though you like playing the untamable wolf." He paused. "I'll never be scared of you, it's impossible. Just focus on me and my body, don't think about anything else."
Ivan smiled just a little and then shook his head.
"You shouldn't be worrying about this stuff. It's your first time, you should be excited and horny..."
"Oh I am," Gilbert chuckled. "I've been thinking about this all day, for several days actually." Gilbert blushed when Ivan suddenly lifted his head and looked at him.
"You've been thinking about it a lot, hm?" Ivan grinned in that sweetly sinful way that made Gilbert timid. "How do you imagine it in your head?"
Gilbert pouted.
"Don't ask me, you're the one with experience..."
Ivan kissed his hip bone.
"I just want to know how you think, it would tell me what you want..."
Gilbert groaned and looked off to the side of the room.
"Well... I don't...know..." He could feel Ivan waiting for him to answer as he continued to kiss his groin, although he felt those lips go a little lower and took in a sharp breath. "Just...you doing things... Being soft..."
Ivan laughed and Gilbert looked down at him. Ivan was watching him with a soft expression of complete adoration, as if he was looking at his entire world in Gilbert's eyes.
"You like things gentle and romantic. That's good to know."
"I didn't say I won't like the rougher stuff though," he hid his blush under his arm. Ivan laughed again.
"We'll get to that, Rabbit." He bit Gilbert's hip a bit harder and heard him gasp. "Although you do like being bitten. I'll be sure to remember that," he teased, smirking against his skin. Gilbert groaned in embarrassment.
"What about you? How did you picture us doing it?" Gilbert asked. Ivan sat up and thought for a moment. His hands rubbed up to Gilbert's chest and Gilbert watched as his fingertips gently poked at both of his nipples.
"I'd toy with you a lot, then I'd keep teasing until you beg me to move on like you usually do. I'd prepare you so much you'd melt just from that," Ivan spoke and kissed further down. "You'd be begging to cum from the foreplay alone. I'd let you, of course, and then I'd work you back up as I slowly enter you and I'd be so gentle that you—"
"Alright!" Gilbert suddenly shouted and palmed his red face with both hands to hide. "Forget I asked! Just— Do what you're gonna do already!"
Ivan grinned.
"You like it, even if it embarrasses you." Ivan grabbed Gilbert's hips and pulled them up. "I told you before that I wanted to taste more of you."
Things moved forward without Gilbert realizing it. Ivan flipped him onto his stomach and rubbed down his back before cupping both of his buttcheeks in his hands. Gilbert squeaked softly at the feeling, then whimpered as Ivan lifted his hips off the bed so he was bent over and kneeling, torso down.
"What are you doing...?" Gilbert glanced behind him and saw Ivan kiss one of his cheeks, followed by a soft nibble.
"Tasting you," Ivan answered matter-of-factly and then gave another kiss. The sight made Gilbert hot. "Is that okay?"
"I guess..." he muttered shyly. Internally he wanted to tell him, "yes," although Ivan knew that already.
Ivan kissed his skin again and smiled.
"Don't worry, Gilbie, I'll take care of you." Ivan kissed him, and continued kissing him as he moved his lips downward towards his entrance. He peeled his cheeks apart, licked his lips with excitement, and could feel Gilbert squirm under him at the new sensation of being spread. To tease, he blew warm breath on his hole and watched it contract inward as Gilbert whined.
Gilbert's heart thumped fast and his fingers gripped the blanket, waiting in anticipation and nervousness for Ivan's next move. Ivan's tongue experimented with a subtle poke that made Gilbert's body tense and give another, louder whine as his body jolted forward. Ivan found it adorable and did it again, but this time he pressed the flat of his tongue harder to him before circling it around, the tip teasing just inside. Gilbert squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip; immediately he felt himself get harder and let out a breath he'd been holding in. Ivan went slower after that, shifted his body up some and continued to lick at Gilbert's hole. Minutes went by full of slow, languid licks that pulled countless moans and grunts from Gilbert's lips. He pressed his mouth closer, burying his face there and began to suck, which drove Gilbert wild as he tugged on the bedding. It felt so strange but wonderful at the same time, but he didn't know what else to do other than let Ivan touch him, which Ivan was completely fine with. After a few minutes, Ivan noticed that Gilbert's legs were shaking, so he pulled back with a tight suck and wiped his lips. As soon as he stopped, Gilbert relaxed his tense muscles with a heavy sigh and slumped down slightly.
"Lay on your back," Ivan instructed. Gilbert turned a bit to look at him, face flushed and mouth gaping softly. Ivan was stunned by how sexy Gilbert looked like that. "Your legs are shaking already, so lay down."
Gilbert shifted onto his back with a grunt as Ivan moved between his legs. Ivan reached down and touched his hole with his fingers and watched Gilbert twitch; the man was so sensitive it was adorable.
"How do you feel?" Ivan asked. Gilbert hid his face under his arm again.
"I want you to keep doing that," he said and grit his teeth.
Ivan smiled at his answer, leaned down, and kissed Gilbert's belly before he sat cross-legged in front of him. With little effort, he lifted Gilbert's hips up and immediately pushed his tongue through that ring of muscle and explored. It was tight and hot and he moaned as Gilbert yelped in surprise when he pushed deeper in; his legs flailed up and he grunted as Ivan continued, lapping teasing circles around the puckered hole before pushing his tongue as deep as he could.
"Touch yourself," he commanded suddenly.
"Wha—" Gilbert didn't finish before that skilled tongue was deep in him again and he whined before panting heavily. He heard Ivan clearly and didn't need to be told twice, but he hesitated as he reached down. It was hard to concentrate with what Ivan was doing and the sounds caused by it, but he eventually wrapped his hand around his cock and he tensed, clenching around Ivan's tongue. Ivan pulled back and sucked at the hole, then pressed his tongue against it and repeated the process. Doing so made Gilbert breathe heavier and his chest heaved harshly. Finally, he began to stroke himself with a bit more vigor and moaned as he did, and when Ivan noticed it he pulled away just slightly, held Gilbert's thighs open, and watched him.
He wondered if Gilbert even noticed that he stopped since the man was touching himself so slowly, eyes closed and biting his lip. It was a beautiful sight.
"Gilbert," Ivan called out to him softly and pale blue eyes fluttered open. "You're beautiful," he said and Gilbert groaned softly in embarrassment. "Would you show me more? I want to see more." Gilbert looked at him and smiled a little.
"Watch me," he said and began to move his hand. Ivan gently lowered Gilbert's hips and laid down on the bed, resting on his elbows between Gilbert's spread legs with what was arguably the best view he could ask for.
There was nothing special about how Gilbert did it. Very normal, slow and fluid movements, but even so, something about it mesmerized Ivan and he couldn't look away. He didn't know which to focus on — Gilbert's face, his hand, how his hips would roll up a bit into his palm as he moved. His eyes were closed and he seemed so contented and peaceful. It was a beautiful sight.
Then, Gilbert opened his eyes and saw Ivan still between his legs, lavender eyes trained on his face — watching. It sent a surge of arousal through him and the blush on his cheeks renewed. Under his gaze, Gilbert felt compelled to do more.
Gilbert reached down with his free hand and gently touched Ivan's cheek. He smiled, and Ivan watched curiously, blushing just as much as Gilbert was. Then, Gilbert moved that hand down and pressed his fingers against his hole. He felt some shyness wash over him since Ivan was so close, | but he continued by gently rubbing in a circle. Ivan licked his lips as he watched, ran his hands up Gilbert's thighs, and pushed them further apart. Gilbert's hips lifted a bit to angle himself better and pushed the fingertip inside. Ivan's eyes were on his finger, watched the tip disappear inside, and he felt his throat go dry as he swallowed.
"Gilbert, you should...have something to make it easier..." Ivan said and gently grabbed Gilbert's hand and the man grunted.
"If you make fun of me for this I'll kick you," Gilbert said, which confused Ivan for a moment until he saw Gilbert reach over to his nightstand. He watched in amusement as Gilbert struggled to grab something without moving closer; it was silly and adorable, Ivan thought. Finally, Gilbert rested back on the bed with a small bottle in his hands.
"I bought this yesterday while I was out getting the other stuff." Gilbert opened it and gave it a little sniff, then grimaced a bit. "Smells weird. I don't even know if it'll work."
Ivan snorted softly and covered his mouth, Gilbert immediately looked at him with a glare and pout.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. You just look so cute."
"Well sorry, I don't exactly know what I'm doing," Gilbert grumbled and continued to pout, then looked away.
Ivan kissed his knee, then reached for the bottle.
"Let me see," he said. Gilbert handed it to him and waited. Ivan smelled it and then dipped his pinky into it. "It'll work fine. What did you ask for? Or did you just grab something and hoped for the best?"
Gilbert rubbed his neck awkwardly and felt stupid.
"Well... At first, I looked through a bunch of stuff, then the lady working there asked me if I needed help because I was there for 30 minutes." Ivan sucked his lips in to keep from smiling but it just made it more obvious. Gilbert noticed it and glared. "I asked for uh...lubricant..."
Ivan blinked a few times before laughing and burying his head into Gilbert's belly.
"You're so cute!" Ivan commented through his giggles.
Gilbert groaned but honestly, the laughing made him feel strangely better. He was new to this and didn't know what he was doing, but Ivan's laughing eased the nerves of everything else. Besides, Ivan's laugh was cute; he could never be upset when hearing it.
Gilbert suddenly grabbed Ivan's jaw in both hands and looked into his lavender eyes with purpose.
"Take your clothes off," he told him. For a brief moment, Ivan was stunned but it was truly a brief moment. He hopped up and immediately began to strip in a rather unceremonious manner, and as expected, he was already at full mast. The sight was an arousing one and it made Gilbert stare for a bit too long, which Ivan noticed and without another word, he crawled over Gilbert, rested his body down onto his and kissed him. He held his chin as he did, controlled him, and gave that bit of dominance that Gilbert loved so much. Gilbert wrapped his legs around him and Ivan began to rock his hips downward to stimulate both of them.
Everything after that was a blur of heat, sweat, and love. Ivan took his hands and led him through each step, prepared him for minutes until he orgasmed once already, and continued to work his body until he was ready and wanting everything Ivan had. Gilbert gripped onto him tightly as Ivan entered him; the pressure and heat filled his body until he felt as if he'd burst. It was uncomfortable and strange at first, but Ivan held him safely until he was opened up and taking his full length. That alone was amazing to Gilbert, who had never had more than a finger or two inside. He didn't have the time nor the care to be shocked by the human body before Ivan began to move. The first few thrusts felt strange and made Gilbert whimper and Ivan gasped each time he squeezed around him. Before long, through soft kisses and smiles, the slow and sensual rhythm Ivan kept drove Gilbert wild and had him clawing at his back and arms; he moaned out for him as Ivan delved deep and hit every good spot he had.
Ivan kept his head clear and focused on Gilbert. All the things he was worried about vanished once he was with him; once he crossed that line. Gilbert was amazing and being inside of him was like a dream – so warm and comforting, slick and inviting, and those hands that gripped at him made him feel safe and desired. Everything else disappeared and it was just him and Gilbert. Once Gilbert was fully comfortable and taking Ivan with ease, he wanted to give him a little extra and overwhelmed him with his strength and size. He went deep with heavy thrusts and voiced his own pleasure into his neck as Gilbert clung to him and matched his voice. Neither was shy about how loud they were, and it only spurred both of them on. During, Ivan gave into his more primal instincts and bit into Gilbert's shoulders and neck, and left visible red bites around his nipples. All of it had Gilbert whimpering and tightening around him, completely lost to ecstasy.
Once they both finished, Ivan collapsed down onto Gilbert's body. Both panted heavily, but then Ivan heard Gilbert begin to giggle. Curious, he lifted his torso and saw Gilbert's face flushed with sex, a twinge of shyness, and a smile so bright and blinding. He laughed and suddenly pulled Ivan down into a sweet but exhausted kiss and locked his legs around him.
"I love you," Gilbert said and kissed Ivan again. Ivan laughed and smiled so much he broke the kiss, then pulled away from Gilbert, forced his legs off of him, and looked down over Gilbert. His skin was pink in some areas, sweaty and covered in bite marks and hickeys.
"I just want to keep eating you up." His lips found Gilbert's belly again and left a trail of kisses down to his groin. His tongue lapped at his smooth skin before going lower and stroking across the cut Gilbert gave himself while shaving. The sharp hiss from Gilbert made Ivan stop and glance up. "Sorry, does it hurt?" Gilbert covered his mouth with his hand but didn't bother hiding the dark blush on his cheeks – he wasn't trying to hide it.
"Yeah, but it's okay... I kinda like it," Gilbert admitted
"What a naughty bunny, and you call me a perv."
Gilbert growled and rolled his eyes, but when Ivan's tongue pressed to that cut again, all other emotions left him. It stung but made his skin tighten up and twitch. Ivan poked at it enough to break the wound open, which made Gilbert whimper, and could taste the slight flavor of iron as he licked; it was a wonderful taste mixed in with the smell of sweat and sex.
"Ivan... I have some other things I want to give you..." Gilbert mumbled sleepily as Ivan kept with his previous affections. Having his curiosity piqued, Ivan lifted his head.
"You've already given me so much, what else could you give?"
Gilbert groaned at how sweet Ivan was. He sat up and kissed Ivan's forehead.
"Get up, I'll show you."
Ivan scrambled backward and tugged his previously discarded pants on, while Gilbert grabbed Ivan's sweater, pulled it over his head, but didn't bother putting anything else on. As Gilbert stood up, his legs wobbled more than ever and his whole lower body ached. Ivan heard him hissing and speaking a different language as he stumbled.
"Are you okay? Sorry if I was too rough..." Ivan held his arms to support him.
"Nah, it's fine. Just...not used to that kind of...activity..." Gilbert appeared shy and didn't look at him. "Haven't been going out for hunts like I usually do, y'know..."
Ivan smiled crookedly at his words and let Gilbert lead him. As Gilbert went ahead of him, he peeked at Gilbert's backside, which was barely covered by his shirt, and smiled, then followed his legs downward.
"You're gonna need another bath," he commented with a playful lilt. Gilbert turned to him with a questioning look and saw the smirk on his face. "You're, um...leaking," Ivan spoke coyly and pointed down. Gilbert blushed brightly, reached back with his hands, and felt the sticky substance beginning to dry on his thighs.
"Goddammit, Ivan..."
"I'm sorry!" Ivan whined and his ears flicked back. "I didn't mean to, I just got...carried away..."
Gilbert groaned and paced over to Ivan, who squeezed his eyes shut. When he felt a hand slide around to the back of his neck and pull him down, he opened them again and saw Gilbert smiling at him, face-to-face.
"You're cute. I don't really mind it anyway," he kissed Ivan's lips and Ivan was still too surprised to do anything. It was an adorable expression, Gilbert thought and grinned more. "Come on, let me show you what else I got you." Gilbert took Ivan's hand and led the man to the kitchen.
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Opening the refrigerator, Gilbert reached in and pulled out the small tray with tiny chocolate balls peppered all over it. Ivan curiously peeked over Gilbert's shoulder and nearly knocked into him when he moved back. Still, he smiled at the taller man and placed the tray on the counter.
"I tried making these chocolate balls that my mom would make for my dad every Heart Day," he explained and peeled one off of the tray and turned to Ivan. "I'm not good at baking and making sweets, but I think they're okay for my first attempt."
"For me?" Ivan asked with surprise in his tone.
"Yep," Gilbert answered and lifted the chocolate ball to Ivan's mouth. He pushed it against his lips, Ivan opened for him, and let his tongue pull it into his mouth. The chocolate was cold but within seconds it began to melt. It was sweet and creamy and it made him smile.
"It's delicious, Gilbie. Thank you."
Gilbert smiled crookedly and sighed in relief. He wasn't sure if Ivan was just being nice or if he really did think they were good. After a few seconds, Ivan swallowed the chocolate and smiled more at Gilbert.
"May I have another?" he asked. This time Gilbert's face lit up with a grin.
"You can have as much as you want," Gilbert said. "I made them for you."
Ivan picked up another ball and placed it in his mouth. Happily, he let it melt, swallowed it, and then picked another one. This time, however, he turned to Gilbert and his eyes narrowed and glinted with a seduction that the other man was not prepared for.
"I think I'd like to eat them off of you, or share them." Ivan pushed the chocolate ball to Gilbert's lips, then close the space between them. Gilbert squeaked as Ivan pushed the chocolate into his mouth using his tongue, then began to swirl it around inside. The chocolate melted between their tongues and made the kiss sweet and sticky. It made Gilbert's groin tighten as Ivan held his chin with one hand, the other groped at his waist under his shirt, and continued to rub the ball around in his mouth. Once the ball was completely gone, Ivan pulled away and licked at the corner of Gilbert's mouth as he did.
"See, that was nice, wasn't it?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
"Yeah...very nice..." Gilbert agreed as he covered his mouth in complete embarrassment. Ivan was very pleased and didn't hide it with that proud smirk that he wore. After a few seconds to regain his composure, Gilbert coughed. "There's something else too, over here."
Gilbert took Ivan's hand and led him over to a tall cabinet, opened it, and pulled out a vase. Ivan's eyes lit up as Gilbert retrieved a beautiful bouquet of various flowers. There were Snowdrops, Cornflowers, Camellias, and a few other flowers Ivan couldn't name. Gilbert held the vase between their bodies and looked a bit bashful.
"Are these for me?" Ivan asked. Gilbert nodded once.
"My dad always brought my mom Snowdrops, but I didn't know if you liked flowers or what kind, so I just...grabbed one of whatever they had on display." As Gilbert spoke, Ivan could feel his chest tighten with love.
"You're so sweet, Gilbie." Ivan took the vase and placed it by the window, then turned back to Gilbert and held his hands in his. "My sweet prince, my Rabbit. I love you so much." Gilbert pouted and blushed at his words, not-so-secretly enjoying every word he spoke.
"You're embarrassing," he tried to dismiss. Ivan kissed his lips. It was soft and innocent, yet still tasted a bit sweet of chocolate that reminded him of how impish Ivan could be.
"You love it," Ivan teased and kissed Gilbert's cheek. "Come on, I have several chocolates I want to enjoy with you." He grabbed Gilbert's hand, who rolled his eyes but was unable to hide the tiny smile that tugged at his lips as Ivan pulled him back to his room, chocolates in his other hand.
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I struggled a lot with this chapter. I'm trying to reinforce in my writing that sex is more than penetration and sex isn't a "finish line" for relationships or a story. So with the sex scene, the actual penetration is only about 400 words and sums up what's happening. Despite sex being an important thing in this fic, I just didn't feel like it needed a full detailed sec scene. Hopefully that wasn't disappointing.
Author's notes/thoughts:
•Gilbert being anxious about making chocolates for Ivan is honestly really cute. I loved writing that interaction with Ludwig.
•I don't know why Gilbert thought that hiding his cut from Ivan was ever going to happen; he's gonna be by your groin a lot man of course he's gonna see it.
•Not gonna lie, I could write Ivan eating Gilbert out for hours. I love the image of him lifting him, manhandling him, and burying his face in his ass as Gilbert clutches the sheets and feels so wonderfully helpless and moans for him, and Ivan gets off on it so much, just seeing and hearing his lover like that. So good.
