7
Yao enjoyed the way that when he and Ivan were together it was like a world of their own. He didn't know what to do with himself, he was hopelessly in love.
They walked hand in hand down the small path that seemed to be theirs and theirs alone. Yao felt then was the perfect time to put his hand in Ivan's as they walked without purpose. Ivan hummed lightly under his breath and Yao just concentrated on keeping up with Ivan's incredible gait.
Yao sighed and stretched the arm that wasn't attached to his man, "Jeeze," He huffed, "Doesn't it feel like we're an old married couple or something?" Even by Yao's standards of how much rest was needed before peace he had to admit the comforting silence felt old.
Ivan turned and grinned, "Married?" His wide eyes shined with whatever it was that came through whenever Yao referenced anything to do with the love they shared, "I like that." He pressed his lips together in a boyish bashfulness that made Yao laugh a little.
"I can't say anything without you getting ideas!" He prodded Ivan's side, "It isn't a good thing that I feel old around you! I already feel old enough!" It was true, living in this tiny place where it seemed that even the young adults seemed 25 going on 60 Yao felt like an old man. But it was like that in China too… The bustle wearing him down… Maybe feeling like a pensioner was in his nature.
Ivan let go of Yao's hand and beamed, "This is what you wanted Yao! To feel rested."
Yao thought, "Well… I guess so. But Ivan you're usually so excitable! It's almost eerie with you meandering like that…"
Lost in thinking about how he wanted Ivan to behave around him, Yao missed Ivan crouching and gathering the soft snow in his arms.
Yao refocused his attention just in time, "Hey!" he opened his mouth in surprise as Ivan cheered and let his gathered snow shower over the petite man.
Yao yelped, putting his hands up to his face in defense but it was too late. "Ai yah…!" It was already in his face and hair, turning to freezing water that would stick in his clothes.
Ivan was laughing, "Do you feel too peaceful now?"
Yao gritted his teeth, Ivan was a little piece of… He lunged out and kicked snow all over Ivan's worn brown boots. Of course it did nothing, Ivan was better protected for these conditions but that didn't stop Yao in his pursuit of revenge. He crouched and opted to try something more effective. Crouching he grabbed a handful of snow, not caring that it soaked the fabric of his gloves.
"Yao!" Ivan cried as Yao ready to launch, he turned around and started to run but who did Ivan think he was if he thought he could escape that easily? Yao threw his snowball and gave a short victorious laugh as it smacked the back of Ivan' head. Ivan moaned and gripped where he was hit with both hands, "Why?! It's so cold!"
Yao gave a short laugh and crossed his arms, "That's what you get."
Ivan turned around and frowned at Yao, "So cold…" He whimpered and looked genuinely upset. He looked a little sorry for himself and a whole lot pathetic.
Yao moved over to Ivan, "Well don't make me feel bad! You did a lot worse to me."
Ivan shook his head pitifully, "Why did you do that…" Yao rolled his eyes.
But didn't miss that Ivan had somehow acquired another snowball.
Ivan's eyes flickered. Yao knew.
"No!" Yao yelled out but it was half laughter as Ivan grinned mischievously, "Stop! Ivan, no!"
It was his turn to run, impeded by laughter as Yao smiled gleefully. He sprinted as fast as the strange terrain would let him. This was why he fell in love with the strange man he did. Ivan was fun. More fun than all the others here and gentle as well… He didn't have any idea why anyone would be scared of this gentle giant.
Yao made it to the clearing and looked behind him, Ivan was behind but Yao knew he was being chased. Jogging over to the old broken cart, he crouched behind it, peering through the wheel spokes as he waited for Ivan's appearance.
It didn't take long for Ivan to arrive. He looked a little disheveled, probably not used to chasing people around and huddled in tighter for assured total concealment.
At first, Yao didn't notice how obvious where his hiding place was, so when Ivan called out, "Oh Yaaao…" Yao assumed it was innocent.
He caught on that he wasn't out of sight when their eyes locked onto each other's as Ivan advanced, his snowball in hand. There was a small conspiratory smile shot in Yao's direction that really made him realize the game was over.
"Don't!" Yao scrambled up and over the side of the cart in an attempt to escape but it only got him flat on his back, laughing like an idiot as he lay in the cart, a mantra of begging Ivan to stop dissolving into laughter as Ivan moved over Yao, looming.
Yao could only shut his eyes tight and wait for the chill.
He waited a little longer… But it didn't seem to come.
Cracking open one eye he saw Ivan smiling softly down at his face, which was screwed up in preparation.
"Boop." Ivan tapped the tip of Yao's nose with the icy ball.
Yao's lips twisted into a small smile, "You chased me just for that?"
Ivan leaned down and put his lips on Yao's kissing him gently.
After a few seconds Ivan pulled away, a soft satisfied smile played on his lips.
Yao sighed but couldn't help the pink flush that was coming over him, "All that running, if you wanted a kiss you should have asked!"
Ivan just smiled and Yao felt a warmth spread through his chest.
That was up until Ivan yanked the collar of Yao's shirt open and shoved the snow down it.
Yao came closer than he ever realized he could to shrieking. His back arched s freezing cold ice and snow chilled him, "Ivan!" He yelled as soon as his thoughts were coherent, "You…!"
You what? Yao had discovered something very odd about the man he had chosen to be with. Yao under no circumstances could call him a psycho. Nor crazy, nor insane. Yao had found that out the hard way… Whenever Yao wanted to insult Ivan, he could call him dumb, a jerk, whatever. Ivan even grinned like that was a compliment. But as soon as it came to psycho and any variations… Ivan changed. It was like he was a new man entirely. His face would turn stony and his eyes like steel, like he had suddenly become sharp. And darker. Yao shuddered, he could still recall the first time he had called Ivan crazy, and it was rightly so. It was back when Ivan was still chasing Yao and was being a bit of a creep, Yao hadn't even thought about his words- calling him crazy or whatever just seemed appropriate, however the way Ivan reacted… Slammed Yao to the wall and scaring him so he couldn't walk for a few moments after. Yao had slip it out a few times more while they were together and each time would bring out the dark side to Ivan that was usually seemed so hidden that it got hard to remember it was there… and could come out so easily.
Yao didn't call him crazy.
Not that he thought all that much of it. He just had to avoid saying those words and it'd all be fine, right? It wasn't like they were part of his usual vocabulary anyway… It just seemed so odd. Yao would have asked, but there of course was the fear that talking about it would stir that same reaction as doing it so Yao would always pretend that it simply never happened. It was nothing.
It wasn't anything to worry about. He didn't really need to know.
Just don't call him crazy.
It was nothing.
"You bastard!" Is what Yao decided on to step over any land mines and insult him safely, "You didn't have to do that! We were having such a lovely moment and now… tch. I'm freezing!"
Ivan laughed, his head curling forward to his chest, "I'm sorry! It was just so funny!"
Yao jutted his chin forward and pursed his lips, trying to remain authoritative and not laugh with him but Ivan was contagious. Yao soon found himself spluttering as the laughs came pushing past. Soon they they were laughing so much that neither of them could really remember why they started. Yao was first to calm down, he gave a soft content sigh as he reached up and ghosted his hand over Ivan's cheek. Ivan opened his eyes, the soft purple like irises seemed so welcoming.
Even with the violence when he was called certain names, how could anyone be afraid of this man?
Ivan had stopped too now and they just gazed at one another like it was the first time they have met. Yao considered this to be a nicer way of discovering one another over having Ivan follow him around for days.
Yao craned his head forward but didn't have to go far because Ivan to was leaning down to meet him for a soft, slow, careful kiss.
"I love you." Yao murmured as he pulled away.
Ivan smiled, it was a proper beaming smile, "I love you too…" Suddenly, and all too quickly he stood up, "I have a place to take you to."
Slowly, Yao sat up, writhing a little as the water from the snow made his clothes feel so uncomfortable on his skin, "Where?"
Ivan grinned and helped Yao up to stand, "It's a…" he looked like he was reconsidering telling Yao where and what it was he had in store, "It's a very nice place! A surprise!"
Yao looked up to the sun, which no longer hung above him but was rather on its slow way down, "Is it far?"
Ivan shook his head like the idea was preposterous, "Not all! Let me take you there. Please?"
Yao nodded before daintily giving Ivan a hand to take.
They walked not in the direction Yao had expected. They didn't start to make their way back down the little path that took them to the clearing, but across to a new route. They trekked across land that didn't have a footpath and now they actually have to watch out for fallen branches and sometimes even whole trees that blocked them.
Yao bit his lip and looked over his shoulder, "How much longer?" It was impossible for him to keep the nervous quiver from his voice. This wasn't exactly an easy to navigate area and behind him the clearing was no longer visible.
"We're very close!" Ivan reassured, "I know my way." He gave Yao's hand small squeeze.
Yao decided to look ahead and trust the man that led him, "You know what I want when we get back?"
Ivan smiled, "What?"
Yao grinned, "We're going to get home, I'll make us hot chocolate while you run a hot bath. Then we'll have a bubble bath in the warmth together with hot chocolate, followed by a nice long nap before dinner." He felt his snow soaked shirt leave him in favour of a warm bath with Ivan just thinking about it.
Ivan too seemed to genuinely like the idea, "I… I can't wait!" He stopped suddenly, almost letting Yao bump into a tree, "Oh! We're here!"
Yao looked up, lips parted, expecting to see something spectacular.
Ivan brought him to an empty snowed on field. It was barren, totally barren so far as the eye could see. Just empty mud, the colour of it wasn't even a bold brown.
Yao blinked a few times to make sure he was really looking at what Ivan wanted to see, but no matter how many times he revealed it to himself, there it was. Empty, blank wasteland.
"This is it?" He looked to Ivan who too was looking out over the field. Only Ivan didn't look at it like something was amiss. This was really what he wanted Yao to see.
Ivan nodded, despite no longer needing to answer, "It's my favorite place. In the summer sunflowers grow here and they stretch right out."
Yao looked back out there was no sign of anything growing or to have ever grown there, "Are you sure?" He sighed, "You should have taken me in the summer! There's nothing right now."
"Hm?" Yao wondered if this was the first time the concept of taking him in the summer had occurred, "I'll take you then as well! In the summer."
Yao nodded, "You've ruined the surprise. It's gonna be a lot harder to blow me away."
They stood there a little longer looking at the rough ground in front of them. Ivan eventually moved away from the smaller man and over to an oak tree which he sat against.
Yao looked over to him; it took about ten seconds for him to decide to join Ivan. He sat beside him and watched Ivan's face rather than the still field.
Suddenly, before he even realised what he was doing, Yao was on him, kissing him... And Ivan made no indication of rejection. Yao didn't know where it came from. He just found himself dirtying his knees as he clamboured onto Ivan fisting his hair as they kissed one another. It was wet and it was full of teeth clashing but Yao didn't care, he just wanted Ivan to kiss him.
Before he knew it his hand his hands fumbling to open Iva's shirt in the cold. His freezing fingers ran over the creamy smooth skin of his shoulders and Ivan made a small noise.
Yao pulled back, their pants came out in steam, "Can we go to your house?" he asked breathlessly. He didn't know where it was coming from but right now he needed Ivan, and as much of him as he could get.
Ivan gave a small smile, "I think your house would be better."
Yao's face fell a little, "But… I've never seen inside your house…" he would be lying to say he wasn't disappointed. It was true, he had never been inside Ivan's home. It wasn't like he hadn't been asking, almost everyday came with another probing from Yao to finally see past those dark looking walls and into the looming structure. But Ivan always refused, and the interior of his house just had to remain a mystery.
Ivan grinned, "My house is haunted." He announced, "You mustn't go in there. The ghosts steal my underwear."
Yao shot him a side-glance as he stood up. Ivan was trying to play with him, get Yao to forget about going to his house by pretending to scare Yao, despite knowing that Yao was in fact superstitious.
However it was sort of working, Yao didn't want to bicker anyway, not when he was enjoying himself like this, "Your underwear, huh?"
Ivan brightened as he caught Yao's small smile and nodded, "It's so scary! So if you go in there you might yours stolen."
Yao gave a smirk, "Who says I'm taking them off?"
Ivan didn't say anything to that he just looked Yao and raised his brow. They didn't need an answer to that, after Yao's sudden advance both knew all too well what they were doing next.
"Then my house." Yao allowed. Ivan had the tingling in Yao's chest to thank for getting let off easily, "Now."
He helped Ivan up and it was with some purpose that they started the walk back to the village. They held hands tightly, fingers interlocked and the glances they gave one another was enough so that words weren't needed.
The moment they were through Yao's door, Yao surprised the both of them by managing to shove Ivan's huge body against the wall and kiss him again roughly. The whole walk home he had been lapping at his bruised lips and longing for them to be smothered with Ivan's again. His hands were back at Ivan's shirt. It was some feat that Ivan had managed to get here without redoing the buttons that Yao had been so eager to pull apart back at the tree.
Despite the way Ivan let himself be pushed into the wall he was still able to scoop his small soon to be lover up and start up the stairs, "Bedroom." He muttered. Yao wasn't sure if it was an answer to any questions he might have as to where Ivan was taking him or a question as to where the bedroom was.
Yao squirmed in Ivan's arms and pointed as they reached the top of the steps. He clutched Ivan's shirt as they made it in and Yao was dumped on the bed.
"I want you." Yao's voice was husky as Ivan crawled over him and played with the fabric of the baggy t-shirt he had thrown on. Ivan had a way of making Yao feel sexy in anything.
"I know." Ivan purred and Yao felt a hot wet mouth latch onto his neck, sucking and licking as Ivan pleased.
Yao gritted his teeth and rolled the pair of them so that he straddled Ivan's hips. He was going to make Ivan want him too, even if he already did, Yao wanted proof. He wanted Ivan to say it.
He lifted his shirt and let his soft, small hands glide over peach skin. He was enticing Ivan and it seemed to be working a charm… He revealed to Ivan his nipples, pert, like amber beads on his chest. He let his slim fingers find the nubs.
Ivan swallowed under him, "Yao you're so…" He whispered up at the man who was now pulling his silky black hair from its tie and letting it cascade down over his shoulders.
Yao looked down at him indignantly, but let the huge rough dry hands that smoothed the sensitive skin of his waist do as they wanted, "I'm what? I'm pretty? I'm not a girl."
Ivan watched the way Yao trembled as he moved his hands up to feel those hard nipples as he shook his head, "Beautiful. Not like a girl is. Beautiful."
Yao felt his cheeks flush as he sucked in a breath. He was satisfied with being called beautiful, he was still holding his shirt up with his teeth but now he let it fall, catching on Ivan's wrist as those beefy hands continued to explore the small but wonderful expanse of Yao's chest.
"Let me undress you." Ivan looked back into Yao's warm eyes. He knew he had Yao.
Sure enough, the permission came and Yao bit his lip as Ivan worked on baring his chest gesturing for Yao to put his arms up as he slipped his t-shirt over his head and cast it away.
"You have such a nice chest…" Ivan mused, "And you're so slender." His fingers traced lines over Yao's waist so he could feel the way it pinched in before smoothly moving out again to become his more rounded hips. When his fingers met the waistband of Yao's pants he started to play with the elastic, "What colour of underwear are you wearing?" He asked.
"Black." Yao replied quickly, urging Ivan on, "Why?" He pushed his hips forward slightly in encouragement to hurry up and get him naked, "I want to touch you too."
Ivan chuckled, "I was just interested… You'll get your chance." He finally undid the button of Yao's jeans and pulled down the zipper. He was met with Yao's long sigh. Finally, the aching in his pants was finally given some space. He shifted and tried to re-angle himself so that the erection would have even more liberty from it's confines.
Ivan took that moment to take Yao and turn them again so Yao was back on his back. It all happened quickly from then, no sooner than his back had hit the lush duvet had Ivan yanked his pants and underwear off leaving Yao gasping in arousal, relief and shock at the cold surrounding his dick.
Ivan didn't stop there, this new development in events continued as Yao felt his legs be lifted and hooked over Ivan's huge broad shoulders and Ivan's face was right beside his cock, nuzzling his thigh.
His voice made his throat that was pressed dangerously close to Yao's sensitive area vibrate, " You're so lovely down here too…" he took a deep breath, "It's so soft… And it smells so nice." He gave a sigh, he warm breath making Yao give an embarrassing squeak.
Yao propped his upper body up on his elbows, his face red from seeing and feeling Ivan's face be buried in his crotch, his hair loose and getting messy, "Can't you undress? I want to see you!"
Ivan smiled against Yao's thigh, "Soon, I want to explore you fist." He inhaled again.
Yao's felt his hips jerk, "This isn't fair…!" He whined as he let his head hit the pillows again. The next thing he felt was a wet hot tongue… and it was probing at the right of muscles of his hole.
Yao arched his back, "Ahhn… !" His voice was at such a high register but he wasn't thing about that, "Ivan! That's…!" He swallowed not knowing how he wanted to continue.
Ivan laughed and did it again, licking the entrance this time with the flat of his tongue, "You like it." He stated, "And when you taste good… With your hole all pink and puckered…" He moved in again.
Yao let out a long loud moan, the wet tongue, all slimy, was inside him, it was licking at his walls in a way that made Yao mortified and rigid but at the same time feel so, so good. It was so obscene, Ivan spoke no more as he got to work, his talented muscle probing and wetting such an intimate area of Yao's body and yet it was pleasure that he never could have dreamed of.
Yao's hand traveled down his body, it finally clutched his cock. Yao's cock had wept with pleasure in its neglect and precum had pooled on his abdomen. Yao put his thumb on the wet head and made swirls his mouth open but the noises stuck somewhere on the way out. He needed to touch his dick before it throbbed so much it burst. Ivan's tongue was just not quite getting deep enough but that didn't stop Ivan coating his insides with saliva being enough to make his body feel an urgency to cum take hold so tightly it forced his mind to focus on only that need and it alone.
He was so close when Ivan gripped his wrist and forced it off of his hard on, "No Yao." He was told, "You're not doing that right now." He smiled as he denied Yao the release. Yao scowled at him and Ivan kissed the twisted lips, "Undress me." He murmured.
Suddenly all of Yao's irritation at the denial of his orgasm was forgotten. He wanted this so much, to see Ivan's body and feel it under his fingers. Feel the hard heat of Ivan's cock against his own, admire the shape, feel the pulsating vein under his fingers.
He opened the rest of the buttons on Ivan's shirt, his hands didn't stop rushing to get it off until it was on the floor. Only then did Yao place his hands on the broad expanse of pale skin. There were no chiseled abs but a softly rising and falling of light muscle definition that was just as Yao liked it. There was more of a bulge to his upper arms, where his strength was clearly visible. Yao ran his fingers over it all. He was looking at Ivan's body like a child in a toy shop, his eyes widened as suddenly every dirty thought that he would ever fantasize about whizzed through him.
"Do you like it?" Ivan asked and Yao nodded, knowing Ivan didn't need to hear the praise when it was written all over his face.
But he still had new presents to come. Yao unbuttoned his pants and was pleased upon pulling them down to see a cock as hard and as neglected as his own sit tight at his torso, a set of balls were neatly tucked in under, bulging and ready to have Yao's ass against them.
His cock was better endowed in terms of thickness rather than length and his head had become an angry red that clearly wanted attention.
Yao grinned at Ivan, "This looks lonely." He teased as he pressed a finger to the shaft, "You can't ignore it."
He closed his hand around Ivan's cock, it was as thick as his wrist. He felt Ivan tense and he looked to the large man's face. Ivan's eyes were closed and his lips pressed together. Yao was drinking in the sight when suddenly Ivan opened his mouth and…
"Ahhnngg…!" A moan as loud as Yao's came out, uncontrollably falling from his lips. Yao widened his eyes, his first thought was that he never expected Ivan to be as vocal as he was before blinking and realizing with a sort of loved up giddiness… This was the first time he had heard Ivan moan.
And it was so cute.
Then it happened. And finally the two were joined. Ivan was inside him and nothing had felt so good.
Things had escalated from there, Ivan didn't last long with Yao's hands on him, soon he was getting Yao back down, grabbing the lube and the condoms from where Yao told him they were hidden and before they knew it, they were making love. Ivan was so thick inside Yao, and Yao's voice box got no rest as he was moved in and out of by the man he loved and wanted this from the most. Ivan wasn't holding back in having Yao feel all the heat and ecstasy he could possible want, and more. They pushed each other to the brink and past it.
The only words coming from Yao's mouth were in his mother tongue but all pushed Ivan on and in his own way, Ivan must have understood because he kept going, making Yao feel hotter, better, more loved right to the peak of pleasure that sent strings of white all over the two of them.
"I love you." Yao had told him sincerely once the two had come down from their high, their breathing finally steady again.
Ivan pulled Yao into his arms, they were both warm with each other under all the blankets Yao had, "I love you too..." At last Yao believed him, "We never got hot chocolate." He said quietly, as if it had just come to mind.
"Tomorrow." Yao breathed, on the edge of dozing and let no more words be said as they fell asleep with an air of togetherness, in a position that didn't look in the slightest bit comfortable, no indication of where one body ended and the other begun, but to the two lovers it just felt more right than anything.
Because they were exactly where they were meant to be.