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Till sighed as he returned to his and Ivan’s dorm for the night. He had just gone to classes for 8 hours, and now he has to work in his own dorm?! Till was angered by the thought, but his grades were starting to rapidly drop, and he was not about to let Ivan have better grades than him (he already did, but oh well). Till slid into the desk he shared with Ivan. Their respective items were organized, Ivan’s stuff on the left, while Till’s lay on the right. Ivan had some textbooks, along with a couple magazines. Till’s side had a bunch of art supplies and filled sketchbooks, stacked less neatly than Ivan’s side. Till grabbed his school issued laptop and placed it on the desk, his disgruntled reflection stared back at him as the computer started up.
He entered his password, and let out a groan as his mountain of assignments filled the screen. He reluctantly began his study guide (that may or may not have been due a week ago) and answered the first few questions, then his phone buzzed. Someone he followed had posted a video. ‘I’ll just take a small peek.’ Till thought to himself, and before he knew it he had spent 30 minutes scrolling his phone, his computer cursor blinking continuously. Once he noticed, Till grimaced at his own stupidity, he really needed to focus.
About an hour of completing and turning in missing assignments, Till was happy with his work. Finally shutting his laptop and leaning back in the seat, his eyebrows furrowed at the odd texture he felt his back hit. It felt softer than it should’ve. He whipped his head around to see what it was. Draped over the chair, sat Ivan’s varsity jacket. Till blinked. He looked around his dorm, making sure there was no one there even though he was already certain of it. It wouldn’t hurt anyone if he wore it just for a bit, right?
Without a second thought, he snatched the jacket from the chair and put it on himself. Ivan was a bit broader then Till was, so the jacket was slightly baggy on him, making it all the more comfortable. He pulled the two sides of the jacket together, sighing fondly as he was reminded of all things Ivan. He moved to his bed, keeping the jacket on as he lay on his side, back to doom scrolling.
Once again, Till’s aversion to everything else once he opened his phone bit him in the back. He heard the door click open and someone step inside.
“Hi Till! Sorry I got back a bit late, I-” Ivan immediately stopped speaking as he noticed Till’s clothing, mouth agape. Though quickly after, Ivan grinned wider than Till had ever seen.
“Till!” He cooed, in a surprisingly high voice for a guy. He quickly walked over to Till, enveloping him in a tight hug, nuzzling his face into Till’s hair.
“You look so cute in my jacket!” He said happily, fully seating himself on Till’s bed.
“Ugh, this is why I can never do anything romantic around you!” Till groaned, though did not even attempt to move out of Ivan’s embrace.
“But the fact you try to hide it in the first place is what makes it cute.” Ivan reasoned, beginning to run his hands through Till’s slightly messy hair.
“I hate you.” Till said simply, curling closer to Ivan, leaning into the motion of fingers in hair.
“I love you too.” Ivan replied, laying the two down in Till’s one-person bed, making the pair particularly squished. Ivan pushed Till up a bit so they could make eye contact. Ivan smiled, carefully examining every detail of Till’s face. His eyelashes, slightly enhanced by his makeup (though they were already pretty long to begin with) his cheeks, still dusted red from his earlier fluster. His green eyes staring back at Ivan, clearly waiting for some sort of attention, and of course Ivan readily gave it to him. His hands moved from Till’s hair to both of his cheeks, slowly running his thumbs back and forth across them. Till closed his eyes, clearly content. Ivan continued slowly rubbing his cheeks, before he got a better idea. He changed his motions, beginning to gently poke at the shorter’s cheeks instead. Till opens his eyes at this, clearly annoyed.
“Sorry, I couldn't help myself.” Ivan chuckled, moving his face down to Till’s neck. Before Till could even process Ivan’s advances, he felt lips repeatedly being pressed to his neck. Chills went up his spine as Ivan planted kiss after kiss in one spot repeatedly Before moving up again. For a second he thought Ivan finished, feeling hot breath linger on his skin, before it was quickly replaced with more kisses, this time trailing toward his collarbones. His motions were quick and affection-filled, and Till wasn’t sure he’d been kissed this excitedly before.
No matter what, though, Till had always found himself to be weak to Ivan’s kiss. So he just continued to enjoy the moment as his face reddened and his neck became thoroughly marked. Ivan eventually stopped for breath, still smiling as he brought Till closer to him by the shoulders.
“Jeez Ivan, you could warn a guy, yknow?” Till muttered, face close to Ivan’s own.
“Ah, I’m sorry,” Ivan began, but Till shook his head at the apology. “Just, coming back to see you in my jacket, sitting all comfortably in your bed…I find you to be so pretty, I just can’t contain myself sometimes.” Ivan admitted, acting more sheepish than Till would’ve expected.
“You’re such a sap.” Till laughed, before giving Ivan a gentle push onto his back.
Till loomed over Ivan, pressing their lips together in one simple motion. While Ivan (for the most part) kissed gently, Till tended to kiss with much more passion. The shorter pressed himself closer to Ivan, kissing with enough fervor to match Ivan’s from minutes prior. He had gone throughout most of his life pushing the older away before he realized his feelings, so it was times like these where he wanted to give back to Ivan. So Till didn’t stop, lip catching on Ivan’s fang as he deepened the kiss, causing Ivan to slightly sink into the mattress. Of course Ivan returned it best he could, but Till was clearly leading this time, so he just let himself be kissed, arms splayed across Till’s back, holding him place (even though Till wouldn’t have thought of moving in a million years).
“I love you.” Till whispered as he pulled back for breath, before immediately diving back in. He was riding a sugar high, and he wouldn’t dare miss out on a second of it. He pressed one more chaste kiss to Ivan’s lips before focusing on his cheeks, which felt particularly warm after each press of lips to the skin. His jawline was next, Till decided, leaving short pecks along it as Ivan adjusted his head accordingly. Till wasn’t sure if he was scared or comforted by how compliant Ivan was. He finally began to calm down a tad, leaving a more soft kiss just below his ear. Between heavy breaths, Till pressed a final, slow kiss to Ivan’s lips letting all the movements of his endeavors be felt by the taller.
Finally, Till pulled away, flopping his head on Ivan’s chest. Till let himself gain some much needed breath.
“I love you, Ivan.” Till repeated, realizing he hadn’t really looked at Ivan’s expression since he began. Suddenly worried, he raised his head. The last thing Till wanted was for Ivan to feel hurt in their relationship. But Till smiled fondly at the real reason Ivan wasn’t replying.
Ivan’s whole face was completely beet red. He had a dazed expression on his face, as if he was still processing the events that just occured. ‘And I thought my flustered face was embarrassing..’ Till thought to himself. When Ivan gave affection, he was definitely not one to blush or stumble over his words, he knew what he wanted and had no problem with getting it. But as soon as Till returned with affection of his own, Ivan may as well be a malfunctioning computer, his brain nothing but a loading icon.
“I love you too.” Ivan finally spat out, expression finally changing. His blush began to dissipate as well.
“I didn’t know you’d get that flustered.” Till laughed, pulling on Ivan’s cheek a little.
“I wasn’t that bad until you said my name like that.”
“Like what, Ivan?” Till smirked, realizing he had found a weak spot. Ivan’s cheeks reddened once more, he put his hands over his face, attempting to hide his flustered expression.
“Ivan?” Till let his loved one’s name roll off his tongue. “Ivannnnnnn, I know you can hear me.” Till teased, attempting to remove one of Ivan’s hands from his face.
“Till! Stop it!” Ivan whined, voice muffled by his hands. Till laughed.
“Sorry, but this is payback for all the times you’ve flustered me,” Till paused “Ivan.” Ivan finally moved his hands from his face, this time to lightly push Till.
“Till! You’d better stop!” Ivan warned, squinting. Till just laughed more in turn.
“Okay okay, my bad.” Till shrugged, keeping the thought of ‘Ivan likes it when I say his name’ safe in his memory.
The two finally settle down, changing into pajamas. Though Till kept the jacket on as he returned to bed.
“You know, it’s not fair that you can wear my clothes. If I tried to wear anything of yours it would probably be too small for me.” Ivan sighed.
“Sucks to be you.” Till shrugged, getting snug under the bedsheets.
“You’re always complaining about me, but this is what I have to deal with everyday.” Ivan jokingly frowned, getting into his own bed.
“Hey, you chose this. You went through hell and back to be in a relationship with me.” Till countered.
“Fair enough.” Ivan decided, turning off the lamp on his bedside table, eliminating all sources of light in the room.
“Goodnight, Till. I love you.” Ivan called from across the room.
“Night. Love you too.” Till said back.
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“Uhh, Ivan?” Till called from the bathroom that morning, staring at the neck of his reflection.
“Do you have a turtleneck?”