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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      America_(Hetalia)/Russia_(Hetalia)
  Character:
      America_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Russia_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-04 Completed: 2017-08-02 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 20789
****** Basketball Bliss ******
by valorikei
Summary
     "Is that... b-bad?" he asked, and for the first time Ivan realized
     what an attractive color Alfred's lips were. When Ivan did not
     answer, Alfred swallowed and crawled closer, putting a nervous and
     shaking hand on Ivan's soft thigh. "To want to... d-do things with
     you?"/ RusAme! underaged teens doing naughty things
Notes
     Contains some underaged drinking, partying, and underaged sex. Do not
     read if any of those things make you uncomfortable!
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Great job today, Ivan," the group of able-bodied teens laughed as they slapped
their best player on the back, making the largest teen grimace and try out a
weak smile. "Coach was wise to put you on the team!"
"Da," was their only answer as the crowd only got larger, every student from
the stands trying to push their way over to the star member on the school team.
It was the tenth and almost last game of the season, another solid win for
Hetalia High's basketball team. The team had never been very good before,
perhaps winning a game or two, but ever since the mysterious teen had tried
out, they had a perfect winning streak right from the beginning. Ivan
Braginsky, tall enough to be a teacher and smart enough too, the junior hadn't
made much of a splash his first two years at the high school. Getting by with
perfect scores and limited effort, hardly anyone even knew his name until that
very first game.
"Hey Ivan," voices called for him, and the teen just smiled as he ignored every
single one of them, grinning to himself as he basked in the glory of being
popular. As long as he maintained a respectable distance from everyone at the
school, no one would suspect him of actually hating the maggots that followed
behind him and doted on him and practically begged him to give them the time of
day. It was empowering, to say the least, that a few simple words from him
could ruin someone else entirely. It made getting rid of rivals a piece of
cake, and Ivan relished in his newfound popularity. Girls were much easier to
come by now too, if only Ivan could find one worth his time.
"Ivan, hey man," the albino teen, Gilbert, grinned at him, winking to Ivan as
he hooked an arm around his shoulders. Ivan's smile thinned as it stretched
wider, giving Ivan an almost creepy look as he acknowledged his fellow
offensive player. "You comin' to the party next week on Saturday at my place?
Bring a date, too, it's gunna be wild!"
"A party," Ivan repeated after the obnoxious teen, eyeing him sideways as he
continued trying to escape the crowd. Gilbert grinned back at him with that
sly, cunning look of his. "There will be vodka?"
"Woah there, don't say that out loud!" Francis, Ivan took a moment to recall as
Gilbert's friend, ran up to join the two. A member of the team that mostly sat
on the bench during games, Francis did not actually contribute much and was
quoted to have joined the team only because they had the best uniforms. "You'll
get us in trouble."
Gilbert snickered, winking at Ivan as the three made their way to the snack
bar. "But ja, there'll be so much booze, and so many bitches!"
Francis rolled his eyes, shaking his head as Gilbert laughed his most annoying
laugh, talking about how many girls he wanted to lay with that weekend, of
course only bragging to be cool. Gilbert put up a devil-may-care front, but
those who knew him understood that his shallow outside was just for show.
"I do not have a date," Ivan spoke up again, slowly detaching Gilbert's arm
from him as he grew tired of their company. The teens frowned, their other
friend joining in with a simple smile.
"What? But Ivan, you have to bring a date!" Antonio laughed easily, patting
Ivan's shoulder in an overly-friendly way. Gilbert and Francis agreed, forming
a little ring around the increasingly-irritated main star. "Just ask one of
your fangirls, I'm sure one of them would love to go with you!"
Ivan smiled and waved all of the offers aside, his lips in that secret little
smile as he enjoyed and hated his popularity at the exact same time. They
stayed pulled thin in that way even for the picture the newspaper photographer
requested.
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"I can see you," Ivan stated lazily, idly watching the lens of a camera hidden
in the bushes next to where he had hid himself. His fans always went crazy
after a game, and so he of course had located a quiet area of the school that
no one dared wander off into. The person hiding made a jumpy little eep, and
the bushes rustled as whoever it was tried to escape. Ivan giggled with
sadistic mirth, standing up from his seat on the grass as he went over,
glancing into the bush. "Why don't you come out so we can play properly, da?"
Slowly, an embarrassed body nervously crawled backwards and out from under the
bush, tight blue jeans working well against his white tee-shirt and slightly-
tanned skin. Nothing worth noting, Ivan thought himself, bored already with
the... underclassman? "What were you hoping to gain, spying on me like that?"
The somewhat golden-haired blonde flinched as he crouched, dusting off his
pants before slowly straightening, cheeks and ears a dark scarlet as he meekly
tried to meet Ivan's stare. "I, uhm... wasn't hoping to gain anything, except
uhm, maybe a few pictures for my... for the yearbook!" the younger teen
suddenly blurted out, eyes wide and slightly panicked as he cradled his
expensive-looking camera between worried hands. Ivan frowned at the weird
response, standing expectantly as he took a second look at his eavesdropper.
Even through his raging blush Ivan could spot freckles peppered over his nose
and under the rims of his glasses, not many to be painfully obvious but enough
to add a slight charm to his boyish face. His lips were a faded pink but still
a little rosy, giving him a certain feminine appearance despite the rest of his
masculine appearance, including a slightly upturned nose and relatively full
eyebrows. What caught him were those eyes though.
What was with those eyes?
The underclassman fidgeted, almost-pearly white teeth gnawing on his full
bottom lip as if expecting a response from Ivan. The junior blinked,
remembering himself as those eyes watched him with a certain unnamable edge.
"Excuse me?"
"Do you mind?" the wheat blonde mumbled, dropping his gaze back to his camera
as he held it up for Ivan to inspect. "That I'm taking pictures of you?"
Ivan watched the other student fidget and squirm under his gaze, his lips
stretching into a thin smile as he simply turned around and went back to his
seat, picking up his thermos and continuing to drink down his soup. He could
hear the other swallow with nervousness at the awkward tension. "Uh-"
"What are you waiting for?" Ivan giggled, a bemused smirk on his face as he
eyed the photographer with a sideways glance. "Didn't you want to take
pictures?"
The reported made the most adorable squeak, Ivan's grin only widening as he
quickly aimed his camera, snapping as many as twenty pictures in just a few
seconds before relocating, crouching in front of Ivan with a nervous yet
concentrated expression, those eyes glancing up at Ivan's every few moments to
watch for his reaction.
"What is your name?" Ivan suddenly asked as the underclassmen took an overhead
shot of him, the sun at his back. Startled, it took a few moments for the
almost-golden blond to answer his question with a slight stutter that barely
hid behind a crooked smile and nervous laugh.
"Alfred F. Jones... Er, can I call you Ivan?" a little surprised, the Russian
teen nodded casually, eyes just slightly narrowed as he watched 'Alfred' shift
awkwardly over him. "I'm in journalism, I'm working to cover the various sports
teams... So of course I gotta take pics of the, uhm, st-star player."
Ivan's bored look solidified into a dulled smile, his upturned lips not giving
him a very convincing expression of joy. "I see. Have you finished then?" he
asked coldly, his voice flat and plain and bored, but his eyes open just enough
to gauge Alfred's reaction to him. Expectedly, the blonde flinched back in
surprise and blushed that scarlet rouge he had just started to let fade,
gnawing on his pretty lip again. Ivan shut his eyes and waited for his fan to
excuse himself in a flustered mess like everyone else did, but instead all he
heard was the camera shutter click one more time.
"Yeah, I just wanted one more. Thanks, I-I-Ivan, for letting me do this!" he
shouted suddenly after starting out with a calm tone, turning quickly in an
attempt to hide his blush, despite Ivan having stared at it for a while now
already. The blond took a moment to scroll through his new photos, shivering
slightly as Ivan looked him up and down from behind. Ivan waited a long time
for Alfred to leave, surprised when the boy nervously turned back to look at
him. "Uhm... y-you're really photogenic... Err, would you mind, m-maybe...
being my model...?"
Ivan stared at him in mild surprise, narrowed eyes a little bit wider than they
were used to being as the blonde shook and blushed and then gasped. "I-I'm
sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud! I gotta go!" he shouted, turning
around quickly in his panic.
Ivan wasn't sure what power of the world forced him to, but he suddenly reached
out and grabbed Alfred's wrist in a firm grip, the student almost yanking him
upright with how desperate he was for escape. "Wait. I have a request."
Alfred froze, and then slowly turned toward Ivan with wide, doey eyes the color
of the beautiful blue sky over their heads, a color Ivan could not help but be
attracted to as Alfred tugged against him. "Wh-what?" the brash voice, a strong
voice that seemed capable of becoming annoying very fast wrapped around Ivan
and he could not help but want to hear more of it.
"I will be your model... if you promise to take pictures at the, ah...
basketball team party this Saturday."
===============================================================================
Alfred stared, mouth agape in slight horror as people pushed him around to get
to the dance floor, slightly drunk even though the party had started less than
half an hour ago. Whipping his head around this way and that as he attempted to
keep his precious camera safe in his grasp, Alfred did his best to push through
the crowd, searching for Ivan.
"Ivan!" he shouted, spotting the teen as the star player reclined in his seat
by the pool, looking bored out of his mind as the crowd danced sloppily and
drank all they wanted. He had to admit, he was shocked to find that even Ivan
had a drink, but as he pushed closer, it just looked like water in one of those
stereotypical red plastic cups. Alfred frowned at him, and then blushed when he
caught that his gaze had fallen down to Ivan's crotch. Mmmmm. "H-hey, Ivan."
"You actually came," the upperclassman giggled, eyeing Alfred with that
dangerous and dark and oh, so fucking sexy look of his that made Alfred's chest
seize and ache. Ivan swirled his drink around in his hand and Alfred remembered
why he came over with a gasp. Well, besides to just see Ivan relaxed and sexy
and oh shit stop staring at him like that!
"I-Ivan," Alfred blushed, squirming with how good it felt to say that name.
Alfred could hardly admit it, but Ivan was just so... the younger student just
wanted to lay down at his feet and kiss up his leg and then move between his
legs and shit stop thinking like that! "Are you sure y-you want me to take
pictures of this? It's not a school authorized event, we could get in, uh,
trouble."
Ivan stopped moving altogether, looking up at Alfred with a bored and slightly
amused look on his face. "Nyet, of course not. I invited you here as my date.
Here, drink this."
Alfred's numbed hands dumbly accepted Ivan's cup (Ivan's cup! Ivan's lips had
touched this cup!), staring through shocked wide eyes at Ivan as the other teen
reclined in his beach chair, stretching out his chiseled and drop-dead gorgeous
body and- "Wait, what? Y-you want me to be your date?"
Violet eyes (how was it possible to have such beautiful colored eyes?) rolled
themselves in their sockets, then came back to center in on him. "Drink,"
Ivan's deep and rumbly voice sent shivers up Alfred's spine, and Alfred shakily
obliged him, starting to chug the beverage before gagging, almost spitting it
out. He stared at Ivan's raised eyebrows and amused smirk, nervously swallowing
Ivan's drink.
He immediately started to cough when he finished, hunching over slightly as he
shuddered. "Did you just... is this alcohol?" he stuttered, eyes teary from the
burning sensation all down his throat. Ivan giggled, licking his lips just
slightly. Alfred practically jizzed his pants right then and there at that
sinister look Ivan kept sending his way.
"Drink it all," the ashen-haired junior smiled, laughing at Alfred as the blond
nervously started to follow his orders. I'm getting ordered around by Ivan,
Alfred thought in his head as he struggled to down the last of his Ivan's
vodka. Alfred shuddered and swallowed the painful liquid down, wiping his lips
as he handed the glass back to Ivan, who accepted it with a smirk.
"Why... why'd you have alcohol?" Alfred asked, not even feeling his blush as
the blood rushed to his head. Was this what it was like to get drunk? Ivan
laughed at him and then stood up, taking his hand and oh god Ivan was touching
him! IVAN WAS TOUCHING HIM!
"You look like you needed to loosen up. Come, we will go to a private room."
WHAT, Alfred wanted to scream as he dumbly followed behind Ivan, hot and sweaty
and oh god what was Ivan going to do to him?! Were they going to-? People
stared at them when they went by, Alfred beet red in the face as he stumbled
behind Ivan, the other teen keeping a casually neutral smile on his face as
they made their way to the main house. Gilbert was standing in the doorway,
kissing some girl and only pulling away when Ivan approached.
"Heyy! You weren't kidding when you got a date!" the other junior laughed
drunkenly, stealing another kiss from the equally drunk girl. Alfred blushed
and squirmed and tried to peel himself away from Ivan, but the basketball
player's hands were strong and possessive and oh wow Ivan is still touching
him! "He's cute I guess. Didn't know you were the type! Go on, get in there!
Leave your shoes by the door though."
The two were ushered inside by other teenagers, everyone laughing and in
various stages of drunkenness. Ivan dismissed them kindly, going upstairs to
one of the guest bedrooms, the noise disappearing the second he shut the door
behind them. Alfred shuddered and glanced back at Ivan when the lock slid into
place. "Sit."
Alfred flinched and then did as told, blushing and fidgeting as he sank onto
the bedside, tense and nervous and oh god Ivan is looking at him. "It is time
we talk about you stalking me."
Alfred gasped, sitting sharply upright as his ears burned with embarrassment,
bright blue eyes wide and scared. Oh shit he knows.
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"I do not appreciate being followed," Ivan smiled, loosening his scarf as he
slowly started to walk around his captive, eyeing the blonde darkly as Alfred
stared straight ahead, shocked into silence. "I can't help but think you are
after something."
"Wh-what?" Alfred squeaked like the trapped little mouse he was, petrified
under the gaze of a predator as Ivan prowled behind him, getting onto the bed.
Ivan chuckled at the way Alfred's back muscles tensed with nervousness, eyeing
the span of his spine through his simple blue tee-shirt as it lead down to his
tight jeans.
"Is it blackmail?" Ivan pressed, crawling a pace towards Alfred to breathe
almost directly into Alfred's ear, the blonde gasping and turning around
quickly to face him. Alfred's cheeks were so red, and now that they were
closer, Ivan could see that ah yes, he had even more of those cute freckles.
"N-no way! That's not why I-..." Alfred paled slightly then as Ivan started to
giggle, eyes hooded darkly as he sat up straighter. Alfred shivered and opened
and closed his mouth like a suffocating fish, eyes wide and locked onto Ivan as
the junior leaned in closer.
"Not why you...?" Ivan trailed off, knowing he had caught the freshman in his
trap. He grabbed Alfred's chin, turning the younger student's head to look up
into his eyes. He smiled when Alfred's eyes slowly fluttered closed and then
peeked open again, his cheeks a dark blood-stained red as his lips puckered
just slightly. "Then tell me, what is it you are trying to do, Alfred?"
The younger teen shivered with a look of pure bliss on his face when Ivan
rolled his name off his tongue, only making the star player grin with
annoyance. As he thought. Just another brain dead fan who wanted the honor of
getting to know him. He let go of Alfred, sitting back with an idle expression
as the blond seemed to recover.
"I-Ivan," Alfred swallowed, gnawing on his lip as he pushed his glasses back to
their proper resting place on his nose. He fumbled for words, smiling crookedly
at Ivan a few times before ducking his gaze down and away. It was all very
irksome. "Y-you're really handsome, you know?"
Ivan snorted with amusement, moving away from Alfred with a bored look. Ah yes,
the handsome guy gets the girls so if I am with the handsome guy I will get
girls, too, approach. The blond blinked, and then quickly shied away, losing
the drive he had mustered up a moment before. "N-no, that's not what I meant-"
"Then what did you mean?" Ivan asked, glaring at the wall as he started to pick
at his nails. He had decided to have the freshman entertain him for the
evening, but it was quickly being proven how boring and similar Alfred was to
all of the others around him. Only wanting to stick close for bragging rights.
"I-I want... you."
Ivan blinked, eyes actually opened all the way as he turned to stare at the shy
blonde. Alfred fidgeted and bit his lip before turning over, crawling up closer
to Ivan. "Is that... b-bad?" he asked, and for the first time Ivan realized
what an attractive color Alfred's lips were. When Ivan did not answer, Alfred
swallowed and crawled closer, putting a nervous and shaking hand on Ivan's soft
thigh. "To want to... do things with you?"
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I'm touching Ivan, Alfred thought deliriously as he stroked Ivan's thigh. He
could feel the muscles tense under Ivan's pants, and he wondered just how soft
his skin would be. Would it be hardened from the exercise or did Ivan keep
himself well fed?
Ivan was just watching, not really sure what to make of this odd
situation. Does it feel good? Alfred wanted to ask as he leaned in closer,
letting his sweaty hand caress higher up Ivan's thigh. Does this turn you on?
"What are you trying to do?" Ivan asked eventually, narrowing his eyes (those
gorgeous and cunning and curious eyes that bore into Alfred's head with their
demands) as he frowned slightly, eyebrows furrowed together. Alfred swallowed,
blushing and hot and bothered and wondering if underneath that cool exterior
Ivan was also as hot and bothered as him.
"Get you to… to open y-your l-l-legs," Alfred mumbled quietly, fearful and
desperate for Ivan to just stop asking him questions and let Alfred have
control over his masterpiece of a body. One of Ivan's perfectly shaped eyebrows
rose in surprise, his expression confused if not a little curious. Alfred
blushed and dropped his gaze to Ivan's thigh, lingering in his last moment to
ever be next to his beloved crush as he waited for Ivan to start shouting at
him and throwing him out of their private room.
To his honest surprise and sudden joy, Ivan shifted out from under his hand,
flinging one leg onto the bed while the other dangled off the edge, an
expression of testing curiosity the only thing present on his face. "That's
all?"
"N-n-no," Alfred blushed, crawling nervously on all fours into the space Ivan
had created for him, pawing with one hand for his camera. "Can I take a picture
of you like this?"
"Nyet," Ivan instantly refused, giggling at Alfred's surprised and embarrassed
and somewhat hurt look. He licked his lips, letting them stretch thin into his
signature smile to make Alfred perk. "Not until you answer my question."
Alfred blinked in even more surprise, shuddering with nervous excitement. Ivan
is letting me take his pictures…. L-legs spread, his face in that smile, o-oh
God—"I want to make y-you feel good."
Ivan giggled again, mischievously, rolling his head to one side with a sly
smile on his face as he pinned the blonde between his legs down with an amused
look. "Really? And how will putting pictures of me in the yearbook make me feel
good?" Alfred's eyelashes fluttered down and up and few times before he
scrunched his face up in total confusion, his expression asking, what? Ivan
giggled once more. "I asked why you have been stalking me, taking your
pictures. Answer that question."
"O-oh," Alfred gasped, his blush renewed with a sudden gush of blood as he
tucked his knees under him, crouching between Ivan's legs as the junior waited
in patient silence for him to explain himself. Alfred swallowed. "I use them."
"For what?"
Alfred swallowed meekly, bowing his head and stuttered as he tried to force the
shameful words out of his throat. He chanced a glance up at Ivan's expectant
look and then took an even bigger chance. "M-maybe I should show you, instead."
Ivan's other eyebrow raised to meet the first, but the junior shrugged and
waved him on, moving to close his legs. Alfred's hands shot out and grabbed
them, keeping them spread wide as he shuffled closer to Ivan's groin. "I-I use
them…" he murmured, and then nervously made a reach for Ivan's crotch, turning
his hand so he could cup him in his palm. "For this."
The second they made contact, Ivan stiffened up in surprise, and Alfred
hesitated for only a moment, closing his eyes and blushing hard as he started
to rub Ivan through his pants, fumbling for words to fill the silence. "I look
at my pictures and I… I touch myself t-to the thought of you…"
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Ivan bit into his lower lip, grabbing his scarf and covering his face up to his
nose as he tried to hid his blush, forcing his legs to remain where they were.
Jolts and tingles shuddered up his spine as, he could not believe it, he
started to harden underneath Alfred's hand. Trembling at the odd sensation, he
grabbed Alfred's shoulder and stopped him, regaining control of his expression
with determination. "Why?" he managed to ask, eyes staring hard into Alfred as
the flustered blond looked back at him with those big, beautiful blue eyes of
his.
"B-because..." Alfred stuttered, easing up on Ivan only to grab the waistband
of his pants. "Y-you're just so... the way you look at people... a-at me...
Makes me hot. I've fantasized about you... d-dominating me while I p-pleasure
you..."
Ivan could not believe his ears as Alfred started to tug his pants down,
wedging the tight material off of his hips and over onto his plush thighs. The
nervous blond licked his lips as he greedily stared at Ivan's boxers and the
hardening length that made the bulge just a little more obvious. The junior
couldn't even protest as Alfred dove in, starting to mouth him through the thin
cotton material covering his manhood. His shoulders hunched in pleasure and he
roughly gripped Alfred's hair, pulling him closer to his groin. The freshman
was certainly eager to please, wiggling his ass in the air just so as he
lowered his chest to the soft bed and grew more aggressive with his hot breath
and wet tongue.
"You want me to dominate you?" Ivan smirked, chuckling with a deep rumble
instead of his normal giggle. Alfred made a needy noise before Ivan pushed him
off, flipping them both over so that he was the one over Alfred. "That's very
sluttish of you, pet."
The look of shock and arousal on Alfred's face was priceless, and Ivan grinned
at the way Alfred's hair splayed around his head and the way his lip trembled
and the way those eyes stared up at him, daring him to do more than just push
him around. "I-I just... God, Ivan, I don't know... I-I'm sorry!" he suddenly
shrieked, struggling and trying to roll over. "I shouldn't have said that, ooh
god, I have to go!"
"Nyet," Ivan chuckled, letting himself press down on top of Alfred's squirming
body to keep him still as the junior brushed against Alfred's ear with his
tongue. Alfred instantly stilled, and Ivan smirked as he felt Alfred's ear grow
hot with his blush. "I am not going to let you go so easy."
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Oh god Ivan is on me, IVAN IS ON TOP OF ME! Alfred screamed inside his head as
he wiggled his wrists and arched up into Ivan. "A-ah," was all he could
whimper, reveling in the feeling of Ivan's cock pressing against his thigh, oh
god!
"Ah?" Ivan chuckled that sinister chuckle of his and Alfred could feel himself
melting into the bed sheets as his gorgeous Ivan taunted him. "I think you mean
to say you do not want to leave, da? And I know what you really want..."
Oh my god, is he going to-? The wheat blond couldn't even finish his thought as
Ivan sat up on him and moved his boxers down, the beauty that was his cock
springing free from its restraint. Alfred blushed and then nearly drooled at
the sight, his wildest dreams coming true right in front of his eyes as Ivan
took a loose hold on himself, stroking lazily. "I am what you crave... da?"
Yes, yes, yes, oh god, he's even more beautiful in person, Alfred stared,
biting hard into his lip as an outlet for his building tension. Slowly, he
reached out to caress Ivan as the junior played with himself, all the while
just grinning down at Alfred like the rat that got the cheese.
"You really want me?" Ivan asked through his smirk, Alfred's ears honing in on
the little moan he released when the wheat blond gripped his manhood tightly.
Alfred swallowed and sat up underneath Ivan, Ivan's soft legs on either side of
him as Alfred straightened, kissing the tip of Ivan's cock while taking the
once-in-a-lifetime chance to grope Ivan's somewhat squishy yet firm ass.
"Actually, y-yeah, I really do," Alfred groaned with excitement, lapping at
Ivan's cock before pressing kiss after kiss down to the base. Ivan chuckled,
and Alfred could feel his ass muscles clench as the junior gripped his hair
tighter, yanking on him so that Alfred was forced to look up into those
gorgeous eyes.
Ngh, I have to be the luckiest guy alive, Alfred swooned, smiling ditsily at
Ivan as the ashen-haired teen leered back at him. Alfred kissed Ivan's cock,
letting his tongue lap along his ball sack. "So greedy," Ivan chuckled at him,
and then smacked Alfred's cheek, making the blond blush. "If you want me so
bad, then why don't you show me how far you'll go?"
"Y-yeah!" Alfred gasped, blushing and shuddering and gently squeezing Ivan's
soft ass with his hands while his mouth spread wide to engulf Ivan's
surprisingly large girth. Wow, he tastes so much better than sausages, Alfred
couldn't help but smile inwardly, remembering all the times he had holed
himself up in his room and practiced. Practiced on sausages, bananas, zucchini,
anything he could possibly imagine that would be similar to Ivan's member. He
had worked himself hard, figuring out just how to relax his throat muscles to
take in as much as he could without gagging or biting down. He fluttered his
eyes up at Ivan when his tongue cradled the head of his cock.
"N-nn." Alfred gasped and then eagerly pushed Ivan into his mouth, relishing in
the little whimpers Ivan let out, encouraged by the way his fingers gripped him
and his body tensed under his hands and in his mouth... Oh god, listen to him
moan. He feels so good, oh I hope we get to do more, mmm! Alfred thought to
himself as he watched Ivan's normally pale cheeks flush the color of pure
pleasure as Alfred swallowed the majority of his length, cheeks hollowed and
wet all around him. This is amazing!
===============================================================================
Ivan could not believe it. He shuddered and gripped Alfred's hair as tight as
he possibly could, letting Alfred take him in. What was this? What had
possessed him to actually listen to the blond, to let the underclassman touch
him, to allow Alfred to pleasure him like this? And pleasure him he did.
Truthfully, Ivan was a %100 virgin. He had always been so preoccupied with
making sure that he maintained his distance from his groupies that he had
rejected every girl that had come asking for a kiss, every person willing to
make him shudder... until now.
"Nhh... da, take me in," he growled, tugging on Alfred's wonderfully soft hair,
forcing the underclassman closer to his groin as Alfred moaned in compliance,
eagerly running his tongue on the underside of Ivan's cock. "This is what
you wanted, isn't it, pet?"
Alfred gasped and looked up at him with watery, needy eyes as his mouth
stretched just a little more, and Ivan's eyes widened and then shut tight in
pleasure as the blond swallowed around him. How was it even possible to get so
much pleasure just from that?
Ivan shuddered as Alfred did the same thing again, making the junior curl over
Alfred's body, hugging his head as his only outlet for the tension building in
his groin. He couldn't take it, and in a flash he gripped Alfred's hair again
and bucked into him, gasping in bliss as he did it again, and again, thrusting
into Alfred's accepting body as the blond underneath him grunted and did his
best to keep his tongue moving. Ivan twitched and spasmed a few times, opening
his eyes to look right into Alfred's, gasping when Alfred pulled off, moaning
with pleasure as... as...
The junior could only groan as he watched Alfred close his eyes in bliss, his
glasses getting a few splatters of cum on them as Ivan shuddered. A moment
after Ivan spilled himself, Alfred opened his eyes and smiled at him before the
tongue that had licked Ivan's cock darted out of Alfred's mouth, lapping up the
few drops that were by his pretty lips.
Keep calm, Ivan told himself as he giggled at Alfred's sluttish display and
lust-filled, nervous eyes. He gently swiped his thumb over Alfred's lenses, and
then pressed it to Alfred's girly pink lips. Those blue eyes met his again
before Alfred sucked Ivan's finger into his mouth, giving it a mini blowjob. It
took a moment for Ivan to realize he was biting his own lip, the way Alfred had
done a few times before.
"I-I-Ivan?" Alfred whimpered, kissing the tip of the junior's finger as he
stared up at him with those big, beautiful eyes of his. "Y-you wanna... uh,
fuck or something?"
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I shouldn't have said that, Alfred instantly regretted, face flushing dark red
as Ivan stared at him with a blank look, the earlier face of pleasure
dissolving into his pale cheeks and cold violet eyes. Ivan grabbed his chin
when Alfred tried looking away, forcing to look back up at him. Ivan watched
him coolly, his expression calculating.
And then he giggled. "Here I thought you wanted to take pictures of me," he
chuckled, lightly smacking Alfred's cheek as he grinned. Alfred blinked and
shuddered, his cheeks red all over again as he smiled crookedly. He grabbed his
camera again, shivering.
"C-can I? B-because damn…. I'd really like to remember this sight… I-I mean
night." Alfred blushed, gnawing on his lip and wondering is Ivan could feel his
jaw clench. The ashen haired teen smirked, tapping his chin as he moved away…
leaning against the head board as he finished wiggling out of his pants,
tossing them aside with a smirk before sprawling out.
"Well I hope you keep your camera close if you want to remember all of our
nights…" he snickered, rolling his head to one side to show off what little of
his neck remained exposed over the top of his slightly loosened scarf. Alfred
gasped, eyes wide in shock as his fingered slipped onto the shutter button.
Ivan giggled, crooking his finger at Alfred before opening his palm. The
freshman dumbly handed over his camera, unconsciously knowing that that was
exactly what Ivan wanted. The junior took Alfred's most prized possession,
examining it before taking a picture of Alfred, suddenly catching onto a detail
about the blond he had not noticed before. "You're hard."
Alfred squeaked in embarrassment as he desperately tried to hide his shame,
Ivan giggling and taking a picture of Alfred's red-faced shock. The blond
swallowed as Ivan's rumbling chuckle fell from his lips. "Take off your
clothes… And I will take pictures of you, pet."
Oh thank God I ate lightly earlier, Alfred blessed himself in his mind,
grabbing the edge of his blue shirt before starting to lift it over his head.
He could only imagine how embarrassing it would be if he had... Alfred
shuddered just thinking about it as Ivan smiled, taking a few pictures of
Alfred's somewhat pudgy belly and the bulge in his pants as the blonde wiggled
out of the material. When Alfred's shirt got caught on his glasses, Ivan
couldn't help but chuckle.
"O-okay," Alfred blushed, dropping his shirt to the floor as he sat on his
knees, looking expectantly at Ivan. The junior grinned, dropping his gaze to
Alfred's groin before roving it up his belly, to his nipples, to his defined
collarbone, his lips, that nose, those eyes…
Almost purring in approval, Ivan snapped another picture of Alfred, grinning.
"I like what I see, pet. Keep going, and let's see if you're just as pretty
down below, da?" he murmured lowly, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips,
dragging some of his skin along with him. Stop teasing me, Alfred pleaded
desperately in his mind, whimpering just slightly as he slowly slipped his
fingers into his jeans, undoing the button as he fell back onto his ass.
Giggles taunted him and Alfred could only get more aroused as he kicked off his
pants and boxers in one fell movement, only taking a few seconds to peel off
both of his socks. He heard the shutter click when he finished.
"D-do you n-need to do that?" Alfred blushed, covering himself while Ivan
raised an eyebrow again in questioning. Alfred swallowed, licking his lips and
ducking his head meekly. "Take pictures of me. D-don't do that, I'm ugly…"
Ivan snorted, not looking amused in the least. He watched Alfred for a few long
moments…and then crooked a finger at him, stroking his lap leisurely with his
other hand. Alfred made a squeak and then eagerly bounded onto Ivan's waiting
legs, blushing as he put one leg on either side of him. Ivan ran his hands up
Alfred's smooth back, feeling his muscles and gliding over his shoulder blades.
Ivan regarded him lazily for a moment, taking a simple grip on the back of
Alfred's neck. "Nyet… I would not keep an ugly pet. And I plan on keeping you
for a very… very long time."
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"O-oh Ivan!" Alfred moaned, and then grabbed his hair and kissed him roughly,
tongue pushing past his lips when Ivan gasped in surprise. Ivan could feel
Alfred's erection against his lower belly, feel him press their bodies together
in a tight hug. Ivan made a noise in protest, eyes open in shock when Alfred
pulled away, a dazed and wanton look on his face.
"P-please, please fuck me! Oh, I want you so bad, Ivan!" he exclaimed, kissing
and groping Ivan desperately as he rocked in his lap. The junior could feel
Alfred's bubble butt rubbing against his cock, teasing him back to life as the
blond greedily bounced just slightly in his lap and tried to kiss him
breathless. Ivan chuckled, suddenly grabbing Alfred's soft ass.
"I have… never done it with a man," Ivan confessed, cheeks just slightly red as
Alfred froze, blinking at him in surprise. The blond's crooked grin appeared,
and Ivan suddenly found himself pushed down to the pillows, sprawled out as
Alfred straddled him.
"Y-yeah?" Alfred blushed, running his fingers down Ivan's shirt before sneaking
them under the material and sending them back up. Ivan squirmed a little bit,
frowning and biting at his lower lip when Alfred found his nipples. Naughty
pets will get punished. "Let me show y-you how it's done… Just relax, I-Ivan."
Not having anything better to do, Ivan crossed his arms behind his head as
Alfred looked around, gnawing on his lip with a conflicted look on his face. He
lingered for a few seconds and then moved off of the bed, Ivan adjusting once
more to keep his cock busy. Alfred wandered around the little room, gnawing
anxiously on his lower lip. "Do you see any lotion or something like... l-
lube?" he asked, risking a glance at Ivan.
Sitting up, Ivan glanced around as well before rolling onto his stomach,
unaware of how quickly Alfred's eyes locked onto his backside as he searched
through the drawers of the little bedside bureau. He hummed, finding a bottle
of something in the back of the top drawer. "This?" he inquired with a snort,
holding it up for Alfred as the blonde came back over. "It would seem typical
of Gilbert to have such things in his house. This is the guest room, even."
"Yeah, this will work," Alfred blushed, accepting the bottle from Ivan with a
nervous blush as the junior rolled back to his original position, working on
bringing himself back to erection as Alfred swallowed and got back onto the
bed. Ivan watched curiously through half-lidded eyes as Alfred popped the top,
smearing the mostly-opaque liquid onto his hands.
Shuddering with excitement, Alfred sat down between Ivan's legs again, holding
back onto his hips and bending his legs at the knees to form a little egg
shape. He blushed and watched Ivan's expression shift to one of arousal as he
slowly reached around and slickened his entrance with the liquid, eventually
starting to push a finger inside.
W-woah, Ivan thought to himself as Alfred shut his eyes and blushed, his entire
finger inside his own hole. It was still amazing to think that he had let
Alfred go so far, that the wheat haired underclassmen had wanted to go so far
and then beyond... It was amazing to think that in maybe a few minutes, Ivan
would be the one pushing into Alfred. "You like that, pet?" he chuckled, making
Alfred wince and gasp and try to push his finger in deeper. The junior could
not help but lick his lips at the little mewl Alfred let out when he started to
work another finger in.
"Y-yeah," the wheat-blond groaned, using his other hand to squirt a little more
lube onto his hand. Ivan chuckled, smirking at Alfred's unashamed yet
embarrassed response. "I-I can't wait to have you i-in here... I hear it's b-
better than being with girls."
Not that I would know any different, Ivan smiled to himself, dragging his
foreskin up and down as Alfred prepared himself and tried to restrain his
moans. Although, Ivan was really getting impatient with figuring out just what
exactly the desperate freshman felt like on the inside... The way his cheeks
flushed and his body shook intrigued Ivan, made him look a little closer at the
blond's soft curves and small feet and pretty hands... "A-almost ready..."
Alfred mumbled, working yet another slick finger into himself with a grunt,
shuddering as he rushed himself a bit, not wanting to make Ivan wait any
longer.
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O-okay, just gotta push him down now, Alfred shuddered with eagerness as he sat
back up straight, reaching out to Ivan with his clean hand while the other
slipped out of his ass. The junior looked down at Alfred's hand when they made
contact, and did not protest in the least as Alfred guided him down onto the
pillows. Ivan wiggled slightly to get comfortable, eyes never leaving Alfred as
the younger male adjusted himself as well, sitting up on his knees as he
hovered over Ivan's sculpted torso. This has to be the best day of my life!
He's so cute when he moans, the freshman nearly giggled when he reached back
with his lubed hand and grabbed Ivan's hardened length, taking a few moments to
position himself over his crush. He almost missed the intense look of nervous
excitement Ivan had on his face the moment Alfred found his entrance, feeling
the head prod at it when he straightened up. "O-okay," he blushed to Ivan, who
had regained his composure once more, as he started to rock and roll his hips
down, grinding on Ivan's cock as his one hand held his length still.
Ivan shut one eye and kept the other one forced open when Alfred slowly impaled
himself, the junior's breath hitching as the head started to push inside. He's
bigger than I thought, Alfred blushed, feeling his inner muscles forcibly
stretch to accommodate Ivan's girth. The ashen haired teen remained quiet as
Alfred started to gyrate his hips in circles, using gravity and every trick he
knew to help him take more of Ivan in until after perhaps a minute he was fully
seated on Ivan's groin, shuddering with pleasure.
"Do you like doing that, pet?" Ivan chuckled after a moment, his fingers
tracing down the sides of Alfred's chest before settling on his hips, testing
how well he could grip the freshman's love handles. Alfred shuddered, leaning
forward and cautiously placing his hands on Ivan's chest, able to feel his
nipples and muscles through the material.
"Y-yeah, actually, I do," he shuddered, bending forward even more to press
their lips together, pushing his tongue into Ivan's mouth to tango with him.
Ivan groaned lowly in the back of his throat, reaching lower to squeeze
Alfred's ass and make him yelp.
Blushing at Ivan's taunting giggles, Alfred moved his hips forward and back
again, silencing the junior's laughter into a disgruntled moan, catching him
off guard. Ivan rolled his head back into the pillows as Alfred repeated what
he had done again and again, building up a pace until he bounced on Ivan's
groin, crying out in bliss as he rode his crush. Oh god this feels so good. He
moaned with pleasure, not even caring if he stroked his prostrate because fuck
I have IVAN INSIDE OF ME!
"A-ah," Ivan shuddered underneath him, ducking his chin into his scarf in a
failed attempt to muffle himself and hide his blush. Alfred gasped and eagerly
tried going faster, mewling when Ivan started to lift his hips when he came
down, the two of them finally working in tandem. Their lips collided when Ivan
suddenly sat up, grabbing Alfred and kissing him roughly as the blond feebly
tried to keep moving, desperately wanting more friction between them.
Oh my god this is the best, Alfred gasped in joy when Ivan tipped him over, his
legs curled up in the air as he landed on his back, Ivan's cock buried in his
ass as the junior took the initiative to keep moving. "Ah, ah, ah!" the
freshman shuddered with each thrust Ivan drove into him, the bed creaking below
them every time Ivan pushed Alfred deeper into the mattress, bending over him
in pleasure.
Alfred was in paradise. Just listening to Ivan grunt and the sound of his balls
slapping up against his ass was all he needed to get off, never mind the
intense pleasure shooting up his spine each time Ivan rubbed his prostrate and
made him arch in ecstasy.
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"I-Ivan!" Alfred gasped suddenly, shuddering and contracting around his lover
as he came, splotches of cum getting on Ivan's shirt as he spilled himself onto
his belly, going limp right afterwards as his face transformed into an
expression of pure bliss. Ivan kept moving, feeling the tension building in his
groin. He started to pull out so he could finish by hand, but Alfred grabbed
his arm with a pleading look in his eyes, stopping him.
"P-please, d-don't pull out yet," he whimpered, groaning as Ivan slowed down to
almost a halt. Alfred shuddered and tried to scoot himself back onto Ivan's
cock, penetrating himself again as the junior just looked down at him. "C-cum
inside m-me, p-please... I-I want y-you."
Ivan paused and then smirked devilishly at Alfred, pulling out despite Alfred's
pleas. The smaller teen started to shake and looked almost ready to cry until
Ivan grabbed him and rolled him over, pulling Alfred's ass back to his groin.
He gripped himself and started to push back into Alfred's abused hole, sliding
in easily as the wheat blond teen let out a small cry of pleasure, eagerly
moving back to help speed the process. Ivan moved his hands back to Alfred's
hips and used them to slam Alfred back onto him, thrusting in hard at the exact
same time to make the freshman nearly shriek. He fucked Alfred hard, biting his
lip as his partner gasped and panted and sang his praises, crying out desperate
"Ivan"s to entice him into going faster, harder, deeper...
In mere minutes Ivan shuddered and thrust in one last time, holding Alfred
still as his second orgasm of the evening ripped through him, the evidence
dumped into Alfred's ass as the freshman arched into the bed and accepted it
with a stupid smile on his face. When he finally finished, Ivan slowly pulled
back, rolling onto the sheets to recover from the amazing experience. Alfred
reached behind himself, sitting up from his brutal fucking as he gently
fingered his hole, his face lighting up with joy when he scooped out some of
Ivan's cum. He laughed to himself and flopped over onto his back as well,
bringing his fingers to his nose to sniff Ivan's essence.
"I am beginning to think you are a slut," Ivan chuckled teasingly, smirking at
Alfred when the blond lazily shifted his gaze to him. The freshman chuckled as
well, sucking on his fingers as he cuddled against Ivan's leg.
"Y-yeah? Well, if you wanted me to be your slut, that might not be so bad,"
Alfred smiled sleepily, tired from the most pleasurable night of his life,
rubbing his cheek against Ivan's leg as he watched his lover. "That was a lot
of fun."
"Da," Ivan chuckled, reaching down to stroke Alfred's hair as if he were
petting a loyal puppy. "We should have taken more pictures."
"C-can we take one now?" Alfred asked pleadingly, remembering his original
intention for the evening. His lover chuckled and nodded, lying back as Alfred
sat up and reached for his camera, flopping over so that their heads nearly
touched. He held the device over them, smiling nervously.
"S-say cheese."
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Spoiler Alert: This story doesn't actually have anything to do with
     Basketball. Little bit of spanking and accidental voyerism as well at
     the end
"Ah… Excuse me," Alfred tried not to blush as he shouldered past the other
players, each of them giving him either a glare or a sideways glance as the
boys hurried to get past him to the outside world. The locker room smelled rank
of sweat and manliness, and as much as Alfred loved the smell of men, even he
nearly gagged on the offensive odor. He fumbled and dodged around the
basketball team as he searched further inside, eventually spotting his goal.
With deft hands in an unconscious movement, Alfred lifted his camera and
snapped a picture, catching Ivan right in the middle of stripping away his
sweat-drenched uniform jersey, his sleek abs stretched to one side as he bent
forward. The junior perked, jersey bunched on his muscled arms as he looked to
the shutter sound. The wheat haired freshman smiled guiltily, cheeks hot and
eyes averted the moment they made contact with Ivan's cool gaze.
"H-hey Ivan," Alfred blushed, chewing on his lower lip as he took a step
forward, taking a moment to swipe his tongue over his full pink lips. The
junior snorted through his nose and tossed his soiled shirt into his bag,
standing partially nude and exposed for Alfred's greedily feasting eyes,
confident in his appearance.
"Pet," the ashen haired teen grinned after a moment, tilting his head to one
side as he wiped his pale neck dry with a towel. Alfred shuddered, still not
quite used to being called that by his idol, his God… his Ivan. Taking a small
step forward, he looked up into Ivan's eyes, holding his gaze for as long as he
could manage.
"Uhm… I came for an interview," he murmured, shivering as he slowly encroached
into Ivan's personal space, gnawing on his lip as if it would make Ivan pounce
on him then and there. The other teen did not move, eyeing Alfred knowingly as
the little freshman blushed hotly in his stare.
"Are you… prepared?" Ivan asked for a moment, slowly sitting down on the edge
of the bench as other team members laughed and walked by them in small clumps,
and in the not-so-far distance they could hear the last of the showers shutting
off. Alfred nodded breathlessly, unashamed as he stared pointedly at the folds
of clothing covering Ivan's groin…
Hot damn, even with loose workout clothes he's obviously packing heat, Alfred
shuddered deliriously, giddy and eager to toss those silly clothes aside and
assume his true position by Ivan. Or rather, on Ivan. The freshman nearly
giggled.
"Well, ah," Ivan chuckled, smirking triumphantly when Alfred squeaked and
jerked in surprise, snapped out of his reverie by the older teen's taunting
tone. A cunning grin came to Ivan's lips and Alfred was not quite sure if he
was happy to have prepared himself or sad that Ivan would not be the one doing
it this time. "You will have to wait a moment, it would be best if we were
alone, da?"
"Y-yeah, that'd be… best," Alfred smiled cheekily, blushing and swaying side to
side as he cradled his camera, praying to the high Heavens that he would
remember to take more pictures of his lover this time. Licking his lips again
to hopefully make them a more appealing color for Ivan, he held his camera up,
swallowing. "May I?"
Ivan waved him on with a lazy hand, grinning as he leaned back to stretch out
his chiseled torso, his lithe form almost paralyzing Alfred with lust. Almost.
The teen snapped photo after photo, getting down on one knee to capture
different angles of Ivan's physique as the junior lazily followed his movements
with those sharp eyes, testing Alfred as the wheat blond shuffled into his
personal space. Alfred gulped, lifting his camera above his head before
snapping a last picture, the doors to the locker room echoing their closure.
With a fluid and casual movement, Ivan got up on his feet, crowding Alfred
until the freshman had no choice but to stumble backwards or get trampled. He
grabbed Alfred when the teen eeped, almost dropping his camera when Ivan tugged
him closer. "Impatient, are we, pet?"
It took all of Alfred's willpower to restrain from moaning and laying himself
down at Ivan's feet because yes, yes he was impatient but he didn't care all he
wanted was Ivan, Ivan, "Ivan…" Alfred mewled and then gasped, arms encircled
around his chest and body as he crush gripped him tight and kissed him hard. He
whimpered slightly, only mildly concerned about the expensive camera in his
hands and much more concerned about the distance left between their bodies
because of it.
Ivan chuckled and pulled away, Alfred's lips chasing his until the teen's
superior height assisted their retreat. The wheat haired teen tried not to pout
too much, his cheeks hot as his body started to sweat, or perhaps it was Ivan's
sweat and I am never washing these clothes again. "I think they are gone now,"
Ivan murmured after a momentary pause, head tilted to one side as he listened
in to the rest of the locker room. Alfred's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat
as he nodded, those big blue eyes staring up at the junior with anxious
excitement.
"Put your camera down, pet," Ivan instructed as he moved away, sitting back
down on the bench to work on removing his shoes and socks, Alfred eagerly
stashing his camera into its bag as he waited. Without so much as looking up,
Ivan addressed the nervous teenager. "Are you wearing it like I told you to?"
Alfred eeped and jerked back with a self conscious flinch, squirming as the
tight material of his jeans rubbed together, reminding him of just what exactly
he was wearing underneath his protective pants. "Y-yeah," he affirmed,
fidgeting and wringing the bottom of his shirt between his sweating palms as
Ivan glanced up at him with a grin.
"That's a good pet," Ivan laughed, hesitating as he glanced down at his pants,
looking to Alfred after a moment. The teen understood what to do, blushing and
moving over to help remove the silky material. Alfred was a bit conflicted
pulling the basketball shorts down from Ivan's hips, wanting to linger in the
moment but also wanting to fling them away and get down to business as fast as
possible. Sleek navy underwear became visible when Alfred finished pulling them
off, ones that reminded him just a little bit of those spandex short shorts
girls wore. They looked amazing around Ivan's…
"You're staring," Ivan chuckled, and Alfred could only eep and blush and fumble
away, nearly toppling over against the line of lockers. A hand fisted into his
soft wheat hair, and Alfred looked up over the rims of his glasses into Ivan's
general direction, not needing to see to know the other teen was grinning. "I
think it is unfair that I am bare and you are fully clothed… Take it all off.
Now."
Ever the one to please, Alfred nodded dumbly and set his camera bag down by
Ivan's gym bag, knowing he would not forget it there. He could feel Ivan's eyes
on him as he stooped low to stash it, and he flinched and wondered if the lines
would be visible through his pants. As he stayed facing away from Ivan, he
lifted his glasses off of his freckled nose and grabbed the back of his collar,
swiftly removing his shirt.
As the thin cotton whipped over his skin, he instantly shuddered, feeling
Ivan's eyes rove from the top of his spine and along the curve between his
shoulders to the just-barely visible dip into his pants. His ears burned as he
set his glasses back on his face, letting his shirt drop to the dirty locker
room floor. He undid his Captain America belt and tugged it out of the belt
loops of his jeans, wondering if Ivan ever thought of whipping him with a belt
or maybe even… He let the piece coil down to the floor too before nervously,
cautiously popping the button of his pants free, hesitating again.
When it took him a moment, Ivan made a disapproving noise, and suddenly pressed
his mostly bare chest into Alfred's back, wrapping his arms around him to keep
him flush and in position. If he had not tensed up with excitement, the
freshman may have taken the opportunity to grind back against Ivan's junk as
the junior started to breathe moist kisses into his exposed neck, making him
gasp. "Why did you stop, pet?" Ivan whispered darkly, teasingly into Alfred's
ear, obviously relishing in the delightful little shiver that raced along the
teen's spine. "Are you a bad pet?"
"N-no…" Alfred whimpered, sucking in a harsh breath when Ivan suddenly bit into
his neck, suckling and licking and biting down again to -oh my God is he going
to leave a mark? As Alfred keened and rolled his head aside to give Ivan more
room, he swallowed and tacked on a breathy little "Master," at the end of his
weak plea of obedience, his whole body starting to quiver with need and lust
and did Ivan just-?
Smirking, Ivan pulled back, Alfred lingering in the last of their shared
touches before blushing and glancing back, fidgeting nervously. "If you are so
good then, continue," Ivan almost purred, reclining back on the bench to watch
Alfred tremble and proceed to strip away the rest of his clothes, stepping on
the heels of his shoes to slip out of them and lifting each leg to peel away
his socks. He folded them into each other, and then…
With one last glance and one last gulp, Alfred shrugged his body side to side,
his tight jeans tugged off of their resting position on his hips, slowly
revealing a band of stretchy elastic material and then…
Sucking in another breath and holding it as cold yet oddly moist air brushed
against his bare ass cheeks, Alfred blushed hotly and wiggled to bend forward,
his snug jeans rubbing against the backside of his thighs. Ivan chuckled an
amused chuckle, and Alfred could only whimper as he stripped down, left in only
a black and white jock strap. The white cloth covered his modesty, and the
black elastic accentuated the roundness of his perky butt and the slight pudge
around his hips.
Humming, Ivan stood up again, cupping Alfred's exposed buttocks before giving
it a sharp squeeze, Alfred tensing up and yelping along with the movement. "I
like what I see," Ivan murmured, using his other hand to grope and play with
Alfred's ass as well as the freshman bit back his whimpers and let the
upperclassman have his way with his responsive body.
"Ah!" Alfred yelped in surprise when Ivan smacked an open palm across his
exposed rear, the soft flesh jiggling slightly from the force. The freshman
quickly tried to hide himself, blushing madly when Ivan giggled at him.
"Ah ah, do not hide… That's very bad of you, pet. Bend," he ordered, motioning
to the bench in front of Alfred. After a moment's hesitation, he set his knees
down on the edge and lifted his ass into the air with a whimper as he tipped
forward, cheeks burning and heart racing as he stole a glance at Ivan to see
what he would do. The junior simply smirked, laying his hand gently on Alfred's
firm ass cheek with a grin.
At first Ivan seemed only interested in playing with the soft skin in his
grasp, squishing it and giving it tweaked pinches until Alfred could hardly
stand it any longer, desperately wanting more after all the effort he had put
into getting ready. "I-Ivan," he started to plead, and then yelped in surprise
when he received a sharp smack in response, the blow nearly forcing him off of
the bench.
"Nyet, do not call me that," the junior's voice dripped with what seemed like
sadistic pleasure, and Alfred wondered somewhere in the back of his mind if
Ivan was into that sort of thing. Wait, am I even into that sort of
thing? Alfred pondered, distracted for a moment as Ivan said something over
him.
"What?" he blinked when he snapped from his tangent thought, and then instantly
regretted his hyperactive mind when another slap landed hard on his exposed
ass. What surprised him even more though, was when Ivan gripped the main
elastic of the jockstap, pulling up on it harshly as he brought his hand down
again and again, Alfred desperately scrabbling for something to hold onto as
Ivan beat him silly. The freshman shrieked and thrashed until Ivan was
satisfied, letting Alfred crumple onto the bench with a shudder as his ass
burned an angry red color.
"That will teach you, da?" the junior chuckled as Alfred slipped onto the floor
with a weak yelp, bent over the bench as he weakly tried to sit up. The
freshman blushed and looked up at him through his glasses, eyes wide with a
hurt curiosity that asked why Ivan would have done something so cruel. Ivan
chuckled, crouching beside him and smoothing his fingers through his hair with
a little grin. "Pets are not allowed to ignore their Masters."
Sucking in a sharp breath, Alfred swooned into Ivan's gentle pats, almost
wanting to purr with happiness at being given such kind caresses. "I am sorry,"
Ivan murmured after a moment, tipping Alfred closer to him to plant a kiss into
his hair. "I did not mean to be so rough with you."
"I-it's okay," Alfred blushed, understanding that Ivan probably had some
reservations about their relationship as well. Come to think of it, are we even
in a relationship? Alfred could not help but wonder when Ivan pulled back,
taking a gentle hold on his hips to help move him back up on the bench, bending
him over it gently.
"Let me make it up to you," Ivan's kind smile slipped into a sly grin, Alfred's
cheeks blushing an embarrassed pink when Ivan started to kiss down his bare
spine, making his way to the still stinging flesh of Alfred's rounded ass. The
freshman shuddered and squirmed, fidgeting and flinching as Ivan got lower and
lower until…
"Y-you don't have to do that!" he suddenly yelped, panicking when Ivan reached
the split between his cheeks. He tried to sit up and cover himself, embarrassed
and entirely unsure if this was actually happening right there and now. Ivan
chuckled, easily moving Alfred's hands aside before pushing the freshman back
down over the bench.
"Nyet, now lie still," Ivan ordered, holding Alfred's hands to the freshman's
back to minimize his useless struggling. With his other hand he took a moment
to spread Alfred's ass apart, swallowing his nerves as he looked right at the
hole he had penetrated just a week before. His lover squirmed and whimpered,
keening quiet little pleas when Ivan leaned in, kissing the dip that lead to
Alfred's puckered hole.
"A-are you sure?" Alfred whimpered, head bowed in submission as he shivered,
relaxing under Ivan's grip as the other teen started to kiss and and then
suckle on Alfred's beaten ass. The junior hummed, chuckling into Alfred's flesh
before he gave it a little lick, eyes flicking up to watch Alfred's reaction
every time he experimentally licked a new location. Alfred shuddered, wiggling
and blushing as Ivan got lower and lower, licking under the curve of Alfred's
ass and then the smooth bit of skin between his hole and balls.
Alfred relaxed, actually a bit thankful that the jockstrap hid his hardness,
not sure if he wanted to let Ivan see how unimpressive he was in comparison to
the older teen. Well, relaxed until Ivan pushed his tongue inside of him.
"Oh God!" Alfred nearly screamed, shuddering and tensing up as the oddly wet
sensations shivered up his spine, Ivan's tongue working his entrance with
curiosity. The wheat haired teen jerked and tried to grab at the bench, needing
to wring his hands on something as a way to relieve the tension building in his
groin. Ivan chuckled, but the noise was muffled and a bit strained, coming out
more like a groan and oh god does he like doing this t-to me?
Spine curling and body jerking in pleasure and a slightly uncomfortable
feeling, Alfred whimpered into the bench as Ivan spread his ass a bit wider,
angling his head back to try getting deeper inside. He grunted and moaned in
the back of his throat, blushing as his cheeks rubbed against the sides of
Alfred's ass, the muscles hidden under the layers of soft skin clenching around
his face whenever Alfred tensed.
Eventually Alfred couldn't take it anymore, desperately trying to push Ivan
away. Eventually the junior got the message and pulled back, pouting slightly
when Alfred covered his hole, shivering and twitching as he sat up straighter.
Ivan wrapped his arms around Alfred's heaving torso, pressing kisses into his
neck as the freshman hitched in another breath. "I…. did you not like it?" he
murmured after a moment, and Alfred instantly blushed, eyes wide at the
suggestion.
"N-no!" he answered readily, turning his face to the other side so Ivan could
not see how red and flustered he was. Ivan just suckled his neck, seemingly a
bit put off by Alfred's near-rejection. The junior perked when Alfred coughed
and whimpered, shivering slightly. "I… you were… gunna cum if you kept g-
going."
There was a short pause as Ivan simply kissed Alfred's neck again, and then
pushed Alfred down onto the floor, bent over his back when the freshman
squealed in surprise. "Da?" he snickered, biting into Alfred's shoulder until
the freshman mewled and squirmed under him. "Just that is enough to please my
pet, hm? I guess you don't really need me then."
"No!" Alfred pleaded, glad when Ivan's body did not pull away from his. He
adjusted himself so his knees were firmly on the ground, and then pressed his
bare ass up against Ivan's barely clothed groin, rubbing him. "Gimme gimme."
Maybe I am a slut, Alfred thought giddily to himself, taking some sort of pride
in his new title. As long as it meant Ivan was the one at his back, pushing
into him and making those sweetly desperate little noises he tried so hard to
hide, then Alfred really didn't see such a problem with being called that.
"Greedy, hm?" Ivan taunted him, but Alfred simply purred and blushed a little
as he ground back against the older teen.
"You don't want me too?" Alfred pouted cutely, feeling more comfortable now
that they had gotten past the awkward bit of foreplay when they took too long
to feel each other out, too long to share words, too long to not just hurry up
and fuck me, please!
"I did not say that," Ivan laughed, and the wheat haired teen under him winced
only slightly as the junior started to push in, taking his time under curly
platinum blonde hair nestled against sun-deprived skin. Alfred shuddered in
bliss, his spine tingling when pleasure as Ivan started to rock back and forth,
not really thrusting but moving just enough to keep them slightly satisfied.
"Did you know, Fredka?"
"Wh-what?" Alfred groaned, trying not to drool as Ivan finally gave him a
proper thrust, the movement sending such powerful sparks into him that he had
to arch and gasp to try and relieve the powerful pleasure.
"There was another reason I had you wear this," the junior continued, gripping
the waist band elastic and the two straps in his hands, giving them a sharp
pull that forced Alfred to rock backward onto him. The blonde gasped, crying
out slightly as he blushed and nearly lost his glasses from the force. "It
gives me something better to hold onto."
Cheeks hot from pleasure and slight embarrassment, Alfred could only grunt and
mewl in bliss as Ivan forced him to meet every thrust he drove into his taut
body, molten ecstasy melting any complaints he could have possibly had about
the situation. Not that he had any to begin with. "Ivan!" he cried out, able to
feel his own ass jiggle with the force of being rut into like an animal, fucked
on the cold and dirty ground in a public place where anyone could walk in at
any given moment to witness him begging to be fucked harder, harder, HARDER!
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Ivan gasped and bit his lips as he curled forward, knuckles going white from
where he gripped Alfred's jockstrap, forcing the teen under him to squeal and
yelp as he came. The junior managed to buck his hips forward a few times before
having to go still, Alfred bent low as he shuddered and whimpered and was
forced to take in all of Ivan's cum. The freshman panted heavily, reaching
under himself to stroke and pump his own erection, knowing he was just oh-so-
close…!
"Ah, sorry," Ivan murmured behind him as he pulled back, Alfred churning out a
weak protest when his cock came free, leaving Alfred empty and on the brink of
pure pleasure. He looked back with those pretty blue eyes full of sadness, his
whole face sporting the look of a kicked dog who wasn't properly fucked.
"Ivannnnnn," Alfred moaned greedily, swishing his ass in the air as he pouted
to try and entice the other teen to help him achieve completion. The junior
chuckled, but only pat him before standing up and moving away. Alfred frowned,
gingerly sitting up on his legs as Ivan finally completely unclothed himself.
"I am sorry," Ivan apologized again, and Alfred could tell he meant it from the
guilty look in his face. He was a bit surprised when Ivan settled down on the
bench, stroking his belly lazily as he took a moment to relax. "I did just come
from practice… I am a bit fatigued."
Alfred pouted, and he supposed he could see why Ivan would be tired…. But that
didn't satisfy the burning itch of desire irritating his swollen flesh. Ivan
licked his lips, watching Alfred whimper and try stroking himself off, wanting
more pleasure despite how empty he felt inside. "Come," Ivan ordered after a
moment, leaving Alfred on the floor with his hands in his jockstrap before
turning back, crooking a finger at him with a devious little look. Alfred knew
that look.
Scrambling off the floor, Alfred nearly lost his glasses again as he bounded
over to Ivan, following a step behind him as he fumbled to stroke his erection,
heart beating faster and faster as he wondered just what Ivan had in store for
him now. He blinked. "The showers?"
"Da," Ivan smirked, licking his lips as he started to run the water, testing it
to see just how freezing cold it was. Cold. He chuckled at Alfred's farway
wanton look, his eyes nearly glazed over with lust as he obediently followed
Ivan into the tiny stall, still in plain sight since the stalls didn't have any
curtains to hide behind. Ivan smirked at him, and then dunked his head, letting
the water trickle down and across his rippling muscles and masculine curves in
rivulets.
Oh my god, Alfred nearly stopped breathing at the sight of the beauty in front
of him. Ivan, hot and sexy Ivan, eyes closed with a calm look as water
spattered off of him and caressed his soft features and oh god oh god it's like
its cupping his ass and hot damn I want him so bad! the freshman nearly
whimpered, salivating as he looked at the junior standing there, waiting.
Waiting for him to join in under the spray.
Almost forgetting to tug away the jockstrap the gorgeous man in front of him
had so kindly purchased for him, Alfred eagerly joined Ivan, letting his hands
roam that slippery wet surface of Ivan's tender skin. The junior flinched just
slightly when Alfred brushed over his nipples, and the freshman couldn't
restrain himself for leaning in to suckle on one just slightly, Ivan making a
whimpering protest before pushing him away with that dirty little look that
made Alfred want to throw himself at Ivan's feet and beg for him even more!
Ivan settled on the bench, and then crossed one leg over the other, water
splashing off of the top of his foot. "Down," he laughed, and after a moment
Alfred understood and got to his knees, glasses now mostly useless as the water
dotted them with crystal droplets. Ivan nudged Alfred's face with his foot,
stroking and touching him gently before the freshman took the hint and gently
suckled his toes, working his tongue in between and around all of them as he
moaned weakly around Ivan's well-defined foot. Alfred cupped Ivan's heel with
one hand, blowing his foot like an insignificant servant would for their
dominant master, Ivan idly watching Alfred work and pump himself at the same
time.
Ivan would never admit out loud just how much pleasure he received from
Alfred's ever skilled mouth.
"Enough," he cut him off after a minute, cheeks flushed when Alfred had started
massaging him and unknowingly coaxed his cock back to life. The freshman
hesitated, water dripping down his nose and drenching his already-soppy hair as
he looked up to peer in Ivan's general direction, the heat from his blush
fogging up his lenses. Ivan paused and then drew them away, not wanting to risk
breaking them when they would start their next round despite Alfred's hitched
breath of anxiety. "I require you, now."
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Just don't slip, Alfred chanted in his head as he shakily stood up, the water
disorienting him slightly as he picked himself off of the wet tiled floor. Ivan
smirked and came in, kissing Alfred roughly as he held him close, accidentally
clacking his teeth against Alfred's braces before figuring out just what
exactly he needed to do to prevent that. Alfred blushed and clung to the
muscled body supporting him, only letting go when Ivan turned him around and
pressed him against the freezing cold tiles that covered the walls.
"Ivan," Alfred purred breathily, arching his spine to lift his ass and help his
lover penetrate him once more. The lubricant he had filled himself with before
was mostly ineffective now, but at least with the water and the decent
stretching from earlier Alfred could bite his lip to tolerate the pain. The
junior behind him grunted, murmuring something in Russian under his breath as
he more or less easily slid into place.
Without wasting time, Ivan instantly thrust into Alfred, water from the shower
spraying on the both of them as the desperate freshman eagerly cried out,
bowing his head and letting his lips curl up into a cat-like smile of bliss
before another thrust shoved him flush against the cold tiles. He gasped and
quickly dissolved into a blissful moan when Ivan bit down on his neck, sucking
hard as he kept his hips jerking in and out of Alfred at an almost brutal pace.
The lingering scent of sweat more or less washed away, or was at least
forgotten by the two teenagers as they enjoyed each other's bodies in their
passionate tryst, Alfred pleading for more and Ivan eager to give him just that
and then some. It was when Alfred was approaching the most powerful orgasm of
his life thus far that he heard it.
The door opened not far off and a whistling man rolled a cart with mops and
various cleaning supplies in. Alfred gasped and hurriedly bit into his hand to
keep from moaning too loudly, Ivan still pistoning into his ass like a well-
oiled machine, his slick skin slapping hard against Alfred's with precise
strikes. Panicked and afraid of the repercussions they would receive for being
caught, Alfred desperately tried to hit Ivan, his hand grazing and tapping
against his lover's forearm.
"I-Ivan, stop," he whimpered, knowing in his gut that in all honesty, he didn't
care if they got caught as long as he was caught with Ivan and the whole school
would know what they had done, what Ivan had done to him, and that…. Was
starting to sound like a better and better idea. Ivan slowed to a rocking
movement, pressing his chest flush against Alfred's back.
"Why?" he murmured with barely concealed annoyance, taking to nibble on
Alfred's red hot ear when the freshman let out a whine of complaint. He thrust
harder once, twice, each time making Alfred gasp and blush harder.
"Th-they can see," Alfred stated with embarrassment, starting to shiver from
not only the cold shower water but also the adrenaline pumping through his
veins. Ivan chuckled, and it took all of Alfred's willpower to not swoon and
melt to the floor at the darkly sadistic noise.
"Let them see then," he grinned into Alfred's ear, the wheat haired teen
shuddering in bliss and those delightful words. "Let them see me at your back,
let them see me mark you, fuck you… claim you as mine and mine alone."
"Ivan!" Alfred mewled quietly, wanting to cry out in ecstasy as the junior
picked his pace up again, even going faster to make sure Alfred knew he was
being serious. Despite his pleasured body and satisfied mind, Alfred knew that
in all reality, it wouldn't be worth it to get caught. So he bit his lip and
groaned as quietly as he could, hoping the running water would drown out his
whimpers of joy and fear.
It was when the janitor's whistling stopped that Alfred froze up, slapping a
hand over his mouth as even Ivan seemed to hesitate. "Hey, boy?" the janitor
called out, and then there was a rustling noise as the two teenagers froze. "Ye
left yer underwear out on the floor o'er here, ya want it?"
Alfred started to shiver even more under the cold spray splashing him from
above and not even the hard length shoved up his ass could make it any warmer
for him. "Ah, nyet, I will get it in a moment," Ivan called back, and Alfred
almost giggle at the tremble in his voice.
"Well alright then," the janitor replied after a skeptical moment. Ivan rut
into the silence and Alfred struggled to keep his whines of pleasure down as he
was fucked almost in plain sight.
"Ivan," he breathed weakly, the murmur just barely audible over the spray from
the shower head. The junior soothed him with kisses to the base of his neck,
carefully rocking more thrusts into his pliant and agreeable body now that the
danger had passed.
"You kids hurry up in there, ye hear? I want to go soon so wrap it up!" the
teenagers froze and Alfred nearly exploded from embarrassment when Ivan
chuckled nervously, slamming a few quick thrusts into Alfred. The janitor
laughed and rolled his cart back out, shaking his head as Alfred desperately
cried out for Ivan, the two horny teens hurriedly bringing each other to
completion as they passionately kissed under the warmed water of the locker
room shower.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     This is a dedication to a very important friend of mine! Can anyone
     else even believe this story is now 4 years old?
Chapter Notes
     for consistency's sake, I'm going to keep Ivan with calling Alfred
     "Fredka"
 
“Alright, class, who can tell me the answer to number 7?” the teacher droned
on, scanning her class as her rowdy bunch of teenagers went silent and avoided
eye contact of any kind. The stuffy pre-summer heat made the packed classroom
even more unbearable, and remembering that the school day was only a handful of
hours in with many more to go certainly didn’t help. Ivan slouched his chin
into his hand, staring idly up at the drivel scrawled across the whiteboard.
Boring…
His phone buzzing in his pocket was definitely a welcomed distraction, and as
soon as the teacher picked her unfortunate target for the question, he fished
it out of his pants. The contact name read “ Pet”,  digital text encouraging
him to swipe to open the picture message.
A picture message? In the middle of class? What the hell was that carefree brat
doing?
He glanced up at the teacher to feign attention to the lecture, his thumb going
through the motions for him. He made a spot between his legs for his phone to
rest out of view of any prying eyes, and then slowly let his eyes wander down
to see what he had been sent.
I hope I’m not bothering you, Master,  Alfred’s caption read, making Ivan pause
as he scrolled up to see the image in fullscreen. There was Alfred, part of his
outstretched arm in frame from taking the selfie, leaning against what looked
like it may be the inside of a bathroom stall. His jeans were undone and
wiggled slightly off of his hips, his shirt enticingly bunched up to show a
peek of his belly and his boxers.  It’s so hot today…
Ivan jerked a little bit and locked his phone screen as the teacher walked
right next to his desk, critiquing the work the student had done on the board.
That was close…! Damn Alfred, what was the point of sending him something like
that? Deciding to ignore his pet for now, Ivan focused on his studies,
scribbling down some nonsense as the teacher walked past his desk one more
time.
His phone buzzed again, vibrating against his thighs. Ivan could feel his
heartbeat quicken slightly, realizing he was probably going to end up with a
long string of picture messages if Alfred continued on at his current rate.
Didn’t that brat know he was in class right now? Despite his internal protests,
Ivan opened the message anyway, glancing down before stiffening up, frankly
shocked by what he saw.
The image cut off just above Alfred’s lips, the bottom of which was tucked
under a row of braced teeth in a slightly curled smile. His shirt was a little
higher now, resting above his navel while his free hand had disappeared beyond
the hem of his boxers. Was Alfred really--? At school, of all places?  I wish
you could join me, but i’d probably be even hotter with you around…
Ivan’s cheeks flushed as he locked his phone screen, staring intensely down at
his notebook of scribbles, his mind racing. Was this-- was this sexting? Was
Alfred really sexting him, in the middle of class? His skin prickled with
anxiety and a weird kind of arousal, his palms feeling rather clammy with
sweat. What should he do? Respond back? But that would only egg Alfred further
on, meaning he’d get even more of the scandalous photos--
Then again, these would make excellent blackmail material. At least, material
enough in case Alfred ever tried to do anything with the pictures he had
already taken of Ivan. He probably should have thought that through a bit
better way back then, but the heat of getting his ego stroked in the moment had
clearly gotten to him. Did this mean Alfred trusted him enough not to do
something stupid? Honestly, that was kind of endearing…
He ran his hands through his hair, mussing it up as he tried to figure out just
what he was doing with Alfred, anyway. It had been just for kicks initially,
since the idea of having someone idolize him like some kind of God was
thoroughly flattering, but now… Something about seeing Alfred’s dorky and
thirsty look really struck him, and having that timid stalker grow more and
more bold with his advances every time, as if his lust for him simply could not
be satiated. It was all just--
Really fucking hot.
Ivan loosened his scarf to the point of just having it hang on his shoulders,
glancing down at his phone for a long minute. Alfred hadn’t sent anything after
that last photo…
 
[-]
 
“Did he even open them?” Alfred couldn’t help but wonder to himself, sitting on
the toilet in the men’s bathroom by the English wing, since hardly anyone ever
used it. His pants and boxers were around his ankles, his arousal starting to
wane. The idea had taken ahold of him so quickly he had hardly given it a
second thought until he was about twenty selfies and significant embarrassment
in. The thought of Ivan looking at him like that had made him so horny he
couldn’t even think of resisting the temptation, sending the photos off without
a second care. He stared at the read receipt on his phone with a significant
amount of depression, his brain trying to come up with reasonable excuses for
why Ivan was so quiet after getting something so personal.
Oh,  good God,  what if Ivan was showing them off to his basketball buddies?
Insecurity seized Alfred’s heart as his mind went wild, dark thoughts about
Ivan showing off his slutty underclassman to all his friends while getting a
kick out of mocking his desperation just…-!
“Fuck, damn it, I’m such an idiot!” Alfred wanted to shout, but his voice came
out as just a cracked whisper, a sob following up shortly after. He clutched
his phone tightly in his hands, stifling his whimpers incase someone else came
in. Hunching over only brought him closer to his humiliating shame, and Alfred
screwed his eyes painfully shut when he couldn’t bear to look at himself any
longer. “Why the hell am I even doing this…? It’s not like he actually even
likes me, fuck…”
He had had so much fun romping with Ivan in the beginning, and honestly he
wasn’t even upset to be bossed and shoved around like a plaything. Quite the
opposite, actually, since  Ivan  was the one doing it. And even now he smiled
whenever he saw Ivan’s contact card name for him in his phone when they were
just relaxing together after a hot round under the bleachers or in the mornings
by the teacher’s parking lot… The way Ivan grabbed him and talked to him really
for the longest time made Alfred feel like the most valuable thing in Ivan’s
life, as if Ivan wanted to possess him in his entirety. He knew that wasn’t
actually a healthy thing to have in a relationship, but those fleeting moments
of intimacy after the intensity of passion wore off just…
“Stupid Alfred, you’re not in a relationship,” he chastised himself bitterly,
hating his own words and voice for reminding him of the truth. He sulked to
himself, bubbly tears starting to well in the corners of his eyes when he tried
to stop them from overflowing down his cheeks. “Y-you’re just his fuck buddy,
and that’s… that’s okay with you. That’s what you wanted, right? You wanted
Ivan to fuck you like a little--” he couldn’t bring himself to finish the
string of self-hate, ending it with a sob instead. “And you got what you
wanted! Actually, no, you got  more  than what you wanted! You should be happy,
not crying in the bathroom like some stupid--!”
He hugged himself and let it all out, quieting his cries only when he realized
just how much they echoed in the tiled bathroom. Resigning himself to his
misery, he put his phone in his pants pocket and yanked on the toilet paper
roll, tearing off sheet after sheet until his nose felt rubbed dry from blowing
so hard. Dabbing under his eyes to collect the last of his tears, Alfred let
out a heavy sigh and stood up, flushing away the evidence of his mental
breakdown before yanking his pants back to where they were supposed to be. The
lock slid noisily back, and Alfred could just faintly hear the outer door open
at the same time he opened his stall. Thank fuck whatever kid that was didn’t
come in just a minute ago…
He didn’t even look up from the ground, heading straight for the sink to wash
his hands and leave. He was a little rough with the sink knob, scrubbing
viciously at his hands as the other student headed towards the stalls just
behind him.
“There you are,” a low and rumbly voice murmured right next to him, startling
him from his ruminations as two hands clapped down onto his shoulders. Alfred
gasped and spun around, flinging water from his fingertips in his shocked
surprise.
“Wh--! Ivan?! What are you doing here?” Alfred panicked, realizing the other
student was his sort-of idol. Ivan smirked at him and then swooped in, stealing
a hot kiss right off from Alfred’s lips as the freshman scrambled to turn the
faucet off. Instantly Alfred felt all of his worries and the rest of his body
just melt away, Ivan’s lips tasting sweeter than any other earthly ambrosia.
Ivan’s hands found their way down to his hips, where they stopped and squeezed
him tenderly.
Eventually Ivan pulled back, leaving Alfred breathless and giddy in his wake.
Oh, man, Ivan was just the  best!  He was so handsome and perfect and-
“Fredka? Were you-- crying?”
-And everything came slamming back in an instant. “Wh-what? Oh, this? I--”
Alfred recoiled sharply, hiding his face behind his fists as he scrubbed at his
already bloodshot and puffy eyes, his chest tensing with a certain coldness.
“I--- It’s nothing, I’m totally fine! Ahaha… Uhm, did you get my… pictures?”
“Did you get my reply?” Ivan murmured, gripping Alfred’s wrists and yanking his
hands away, staring intently at him as he leaned in. Oh,  fuck , his gaze was
always so intense, what the hell… Alfred seized up, paralyzed with excitement
at being the subject of such grand intensity. He couldn’t find any words to
say, and so left his mouth hanging completely agape. Ivan chuckled and took his
chance to steal another kiss, this time deeper than the first as he pushed
Alfred up against the tiled walls, keeping him pinned there for the duration of
his passion.
“Guess I must’a… missed it,” Alfred eventually managed to gasp out between
breaths, a little taken aback by how feelsy Ivan was being today. The
upperclassman certainly kept his hands busy now that he didn’t need to keep
Alfred’s away, Ivan trailing up and down the sides of Alfred’s body with grabby
touches that tugged and pulled on him, as if Ivan wanted to touch absolutely
every inch of skin Alfred had to offer. Alfred couldn’t stop his blush when
Ivan dove into the crook of his neck, already starting to bite down as his
hands squeezed Alfred’s ass. Finding some strength left in him despite Ivan
making every joint in his body weak with pleasure, Alfred pushed against Ivan’s
shoulders, trying to create some space between them. “H-hey, come on, man… not
here--”
“Why not?” Ivan paused, a shocking amount of frustrated annoyance evident in
his harsh whisper as he only somewhat reduced his groping. He didn’t quite wait
for Alfred to explain himself, instead running a hand up through Alfred’s hair
to cup the side of his face, yanking on the locks so he could expose more of
Alfred’s neck. Alfred gasped in shock when Ivan bit down again, and then
whimpered when Ivan transitioned to licking his sensitive skin instead. “You
didn’t have any qualms about any of our other times…”
Well, he was certainly right about that. But Alfred persisted all the same,
eventually pushing a reluctant Ivan off and away from him. He fisted his hand
in the material of his tee-shirt, turning away and heading towards the bathroom
door. “Look, this was a bad idea so I’m just gonna leave, okay?”
He gripped the door’s handle, but the door slammed shut a moment after Alfred
tried to open it, Ivan’s arm keeping it closed as he cornered Alfred. “Leave?
What are you talking about?” Ivan hissed, his eyes narrowed and fixed on
Alfred, making him tremble just a little bit. Ivan didn’t advance though, this
time waiting long enough for Alfred to compose at least some kind of reply.
“I just… Uhm, well…”
“Don’t think I’m going to just let you go,” Ivan hissed, cupping Alfred’s chin
in his free hand before raising it up to the light, leaning in with an almost
dangerous look on his face. Alfred blushed darkly and couldn’t look away, his
eyes wide behind his glasses as he stared up into his crush’s face, his heart
hammering away as he tried to get a read on Ivan’s expression. “Do you think
yourself to be cute?”
“What? No, I just-”
“Nyet, you do not get to mess with me that way,” Ivan snarled, forcing their
bodies together with a rough shove, Alfred’s back hitting the door with a dull
thump. Alfred quickly recovered from his wince, Ivan’s mouth on his once more
as he bit down on Alfred’s lower lip with marked aggression to the point Alfred
could almost feel it swelling up. What the hell? What the heck had gotten into
Ivan? “Do you even know what you do to me?”
Alfred froze up, and then slowly blinked at Ivan as his brain took it’s
carefree time processing those words. “What?” he asked dumbly a moment later,
Ivan giving him a mean glare before tweaking Alfred’s nipple right through his
shirt. “Ouch! Hey! What the hell?!”
“If my little mouse wants to taunt his cat, he had better be prepared to be
eaten,” Ivan hissed, and then grabbed Alfred from the back of his neck, walking
the startled and yelping freshman towards the closest stall before shoving him
inside, crowding in after him and slamming the stall door. Alfred squeaked a
bit in surprise when Ivan flipped him around and forced his chest against the
wall, then proceeding to slide up right behind him to the point that Alfred
could feel something prodding against his backside. What? No way…
“What gives you the right to make me want you so much, only to pull away just
after?” Ivan murmured in a dark, pissed off tone as he wrapped his arms around
Alfred’s chest, fooling around with his front side as Alfred squirmed in his
grip. Before Alfred could really understand what was happening, he was already
arching his back for Ivan and melting under his forceful touches, a realization
starting to come over him. Wow, Ivan must… really want him, to go this far,
even after everything. Ivan could have anyone he ever wanted, and yet here he
was trying to advance on Alfred, despite his protesting? “I spent twenty
minutes going to every possible room you could be in, only for you to push me
away once I have finally found you? You are not being a good pet, my Fredka…”
Did he just call me his--?  Alfred’s eyes went wide against the stall’s wall,
the trembly hot feeling from earlier starting to overcome his earlier
hesitation. Ivan gave him a rough shove again, and then gripped the hem of
Alfred’s pants, giving them a sharp tug. “Sending me such things while I am
busy, here I thought you were impatient for my affections,” Ivan continued,
giving up on Alfred’s pants when he realized he’d have to undo the zipper and
button first before he could get them off. Alfred blushed all the way to the
tips of his ears, still at a loss for words.
“I--I didn’t mean t-to bother you,” he struggled to say, letting out a startled
‘eep!’  when Ivan pinched his nipple. When did his hand get under there,
anyway?! But Ivan’s other hand was also getting rather busy, sliding over
Alfred’s pants and palming him through the material, until Alfred moaned
desperately with undeniable arousal.
“You weren’t a bother,” Ivan growled into his ear, the words a welcome change
from how he had been going on. Alfred bit down on his lower lip, hunching in on
himself as Ivan almost greedily rubbed him off, the tent in his pants starting
to dampen at just the tip.  Sh-shit …! “Why do you think I came here?”
Alfred winced, his insecurities starting to bubble up in his gut again. “To…
make fun of me, probably, I don’t know,” he shuddered, and then whined softly
from the back of his throat when Ivan squeezed him tightly. “Or, I don’t know…
punish me for being needy, I guess…”
“You’re right.”
Alfred froze, dread making his whole body tense up after the shocking words.
What? He was? So-- so, that meant Ivan really  didn’t  think anything of him,
and only saw him as a plaything to pass the time with, a hole to fuck--
“I am going to punish you, my pet. Your Master is very displeased that you
would try to hide from him when he specifically came out to search for you,”
Ivan hissed, only for Alfred to whip around and shove him as hard as he
possible could, fresh hot tears brimming his angry eyes as he glared at Ivan
with the most hurt expression the older teen had ever seen.
“Oh, cut the crap already!” Alfred shouted, his words stinging with agonized
bite. Ivan jerked away in surprise, obviously unprepared for Alfred to
genuinely fight back against him. In fact, he even blushed a little bit out of
shame, confused about what the heck was going on. “Look! You can’t just-- you
can’t just shove me around like-- like I don’t mean anything to you! I mean,
seriously? Master? Pet? What am I, some kind of sex slave? I thought you were-
- I thought you were cool and you just… you only want to take advantage of me!”
Alfred accused him, unable to maintain eye contact after that when the tears in
his eyes made everything go blurry. He withdrew his hands to his chest and
started to sob, taking his glasses off and holding them in a shaking, trembling
hand. Now Ivan would yell at him and then leave and then he’d never have to see
him ever again, and then he’d have to figure out what to do with all of his
pictures and…
But, for whatever reason, Ivan was still standing there, just staring at him
blankly. Alfred winced, starting to scowl anxiously when Ivan remained creepily
silent. “What?” he spat, sniffling as he tried his damnedest to stop
blubbering. “What more do you want? I know I’m right so just…  fuck , just
leave me alone, okay?”
“Y-you don’t-” Ivan started and then faltered, his voice so unlike any other
time Alfred had ever heard it that he almost doubted it had come from Ivan at
all. He stopped crying, mostly out of confusion but also to see what else Ivan
had to say. It took him a minute to piece together enough words for a sentence,
but eventually Ivan continued, a hand shakily moving through the air to pat
Alfred’s shoulder. “You do not not mean anything to me. I mean, that is, you-
- mean things to me…”
Alfred snorted, his face a look of tormented insult. “Oh, yeah? If you mean I’m
more than a cumdump for you, prove it!” he snapped, his own words stinging in
his mouth even as he spat them out at the one person he had ever truly wanted.
Ivan seemed struck by the words, his brows furrowing as he flinched away again.
“Alfred, are you not listening to me?” he asked after a minute, concern in his
tone. Alfred sniffed and scrubbed under his nose, remaining quiet. Ivan took
his chance reaching out and patting Alfred’s shoulder again, even when Alfred
deftly winced away from it. “I-- I want you, was I-- was I doing this wrong?”
“Don’t joke about that kind of thing, how do you think that makes me feel?”
Alfred closed himself up, his shoulders raised and his hands tightly gripping
his elbows in a tense self-hug. He couldn’t look at Ivan, not even when the
other teen stepped once more in his personal space.
“I thought you liked what we were doing,” Ivan eventually stated, his tone a
bit unreadable. Alfred shuffled away from him, still sulking and still having
to sniffle occasionally. “I thought you liked when I was rough with you. You
were the one who approached me, remember? You started all of this, I thought I
was just giving you want you wanted?”
“Th-that’s beside the point!” Alfred blurted out again, whipping his head to
Ivan even though it felt like Ivan had struck the nail on the head. He winced
away again, quieting his voice when it echoed in the stall. “Of course I
fucking want you, I wouldn’t be doing this if I… If I didn’t…”
“Then, how do you think I feel?” Ivan countered, ducking down and chasing
Alfred’s eyes when the freshman tried to look away. “Do you think I would waste
my time on something that did not interest me? Something I did not like?”
“Y-you’re just saying that because you think I’m easy,” Alfred grumbled,
starting to blush when Ivan glared at him. “Y-you have a whole bunch of people
you probably fuck on the side anyway, so what’s it matter to you if you don’t
have me…”
“Is that really what you think of me?” Ivan sounded honestly offended by the
very idea of being anything other than monogamous with Alfred. Alfred glanced
at him then with shy confusion, his arms still crossed and body guarded as he
searched Ivan’s eyes for any sign of truth in them. Ivan swallowed and then
continued, having some hesitations. “You are the only one I have been with.”
“Th-then you can just go back to whoever you were with before,” Alfred huffed,
staring at the ground again, only for Ivan to suddenly grab both of his
shoulders and give him a hard shake, startling him.
“Nyet! There is no one else! You are my only!” Ivan snapped at him, letting his
restrained anger come out a little bit before he could help himself. Seriously,
this was getting pretty tiresome to have to spell it out so blatantly for
Alfred. “I have never been with anyone until you, and you are the only one I
have want for!”
“I’m your-- what? Really?” Alfred’s eyes widened in shock as Ivan glared at him
a little harder, obviously frustrated and annoyed with having to argue his way
through Alfred’s thick headedness. “What, so does that mean I took your--?”
“You do not have to talk about it, but yes,” Ivan grumbled, irritated that of
course that would be the first thing Alfred would think about. Alfred’s mouth
dropped into a dumb little  ‘oh,’  before he quickly clamped it shut again.
Ivan huffed out a breath through his nose and straightened up, composing
himself. “You have been my only. Am I not yours?”
Alfred blushed, thinking back to their first night together when he had finally
summoned enough courage to make the first move, to how nervous he had been and
then to how much fun he had had since. He shook his head, looking down at his
feet. “You’re my only, too…”
“Good. As it should be,” Ivan murmured then, tipping up Alfred’s chin before
kissing him again, glad to finally do so without any resistance. Alfred shut
his eyes, letting Ivan get close to him again. “You are my only, which means
that you must also be only mine,” Ivan warned, Alfred shivering slightly at the
dark words that sounded vaguely like a threat. “Your eyes are made to look only
upon me, your attention must be mine as well. You set your focus on me, and now
I will not allow you to send it anywhere else. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Alfred breathed softly, submissively, but with enough force to be felt
sincerely. He folded his glasses up with one hand and stuck them into his
pocket, using his other to reach up around Ivan’s head and pull him in closer.
“Good,” Ivan claimed the final word, grabbing Alfred’s hips as they embraced in
passionate silence from there, Ivan dipping his tongue into Alfred’s mouth as
Alfred finally accepted him inside. That boiling heat rolled back into his gut
as his mind was finally put at ease, Ivan nipping at his lips as his hands
continued to grope and squeeze him.
“Of course, that does not mean you will go without punishment for disobeying
me,” Ivan chuckled when he pulled back after a very long make out session,
licking his lips as he gazed down at his admirer. Alfred bit his lower lip and
then nodded, that heat warming his skin to the point of tingles once more.
“Y-yeah… I’ve been pretty naughty, huh?” he tried out a laugh, continuing to
gnaw on his lip as he tried to play it cool. He looked down and then back up at
Alfred, gazing at him through his lashes. “What is my Master going to do to
me?”
“I’m going to never let you out of my sight again, and I am going to remind you
and your body exactly who you belong to,  Pet ,” Ivan murmured and then pushed
on Alfred’s shoulders, the underclassman willingly complying with the silent
order to get down on his knees.
 
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Ivan’s all mine!  Alfred gleefully thought to himself as he dove for Ivan’s
pants, his trembling hands having difficulty with the button but no trouble at
all with the zipper. Ivan’s hand lay on his head encouragingly, nestling into
his hair as Alfred gladly took his impressive cock out, pleased to see he was
still at least partially aroused. He got right to work, rubbing his hands along
the length of it before growing impatient for a taste, eagerly engulfing Ivan
in a single motion.  I’m the only one Ivan treats this way, the only one who
gets to hear him moan like this, the only one he grabs at and craves for…!
With skills that only came from months of practice with his dear crush, Alfred
swirled his tongue artfully around Ivan’s dick, bobbing his head back and forth
to heighten Ivan’s pleasure as much as he could. Ivan gripped his hair a little
tighter, slapping his free hand against the stall’s wall for additional support
as his knees started to bend. Taking that as abundant encouragement, Alfred
forced himself to take all of Ivan in right down to the base, screwing his eyes
shut and struggling to relax his throat as much as possible, desperate to
please his possessive Master. He swallowed around him, his throat muscles
working in tandem with his wet tongue until Ivan let out a soft gasp above him.
Alfred chanced a look up at him, still nestled against Ivan’s pubic hair as he
adored Ivan’s face, his blue eyes sparkling with a desire for praise and more
of Ivan’s attention.
Fuck, look at his face! I’m the only one who’ll ever get to see him make a face
like that! It’s all mine, mine, mine!  Alfred’s inner voice chanted at him to
keep working, to keep sucking and moaning around Ivan’s dick, taking all that
Ivan had to offer to him and then some. He sat up a little and smeared his
palms down his pants to clean them off as much as a swipe could, before
carefully reaching around Ivan’s legs. He settled his hands right in the dip of
the back of Ivan’s knees, gently rubbing the tender spot. Ivan let out an
embarrassing noise before he could stop himself, bucking his hips forward
roughly in response to being tickled. Alfred moaned even as he almost choked on
Ivan, the pleasure of having Ivan so far down his throat absolutely
unbelievable.
“You little--” Ivan hissed threateningly, his expression soured a bit from
being reduced to such whimpers. But Alfred didn’t let him protest further,
pulling his head back before lurching forward again, repeating the process as
fast as he could so that Ivan wouldn’t even have a breath to complain with.
Ivan fisted both of his hands in Alfred’s hair, yanking him forward as his back
hunched, squishing Alfred right into his groin as he struggled desperately to
hold back his orgasm. Alfred continued to suck away, at least until Ivan pushed
him off with a desperate gasp, his knees shaking and his body trembling from
denied orgasm. “You-- brat--!”
“Heheh,” Alfred grinned at him, cheeky with shy pride at being able to exert
some power over Ivan. Ivan, of course, did not very much like that look on
Alfred. He yanked Alfred up to his feet roughly, Alfred letting out a little
gaspy noise of happiness as he was spun around and slammed against the opposite
wall again.  Ohhhh, fuck, he’s so hard! Because of  me!  I’m the only one who
makes Ivan get like this,  Alfred practically lost himself in his delirium of
manic bliss, hardly feeling Ivan wrestle his pants undone. And then Ivan’s
hands were on him, squeezing and touching and stroking, Ivan’s strong arms
wrapped around his sides…
Ivan’s hands belong to me now, too… I’m the only one they’ve ever touched! The
only one they will  ever  touch , Alfred shuddered, and then felt Ivan squeeze
around him, another hand tipping up his chin and caressing his neck. Alfred
rolled his head back for Ivan with a soft noise, Ivan bending forward to suckle
on his flushed skin.
“You’re being quiet,” he murmured with a hot breath into Alfred’s ear, and
Alfred could hardly contain how excited he felt to have Ivan notice even little
details like that about him. “What are you thinking about, in that head of
yours? You had better not be thinking about anyone else…”
“No, never,” Alfred murmured, giddy and glad to have Ivan at his back and all
around him, the older teen pressed up close against his back. He glanced
towards Ivan, even if things were a bit blurry without his glasses. “How could
I possibly, with you right there?”
Ivan snorted a bit, but seemed overall pleased with Alfred’s response. “Give me
your phone,” Ivan ordered then, startling Alfred a bit. He stood up straighter,
momentarily distracted as Ivan shuffled back in the cramped space.
“Uh, my-- uhm, okay?” he consented after only a brief pause, having to stoop to
fish it out from his pants pocket now that they were on the ground. He passed
it over into Ivan’s waiting hand, curiosity overcoming him as he tried to
figure out what Ivan was planning. “Why do you need it?”
“I assume you do not have your other camera, da?” he chuckled, keying in
Alfred’s passcode with ease. Alfred blushed a little, realizing that Ivan
actually knew the string of numbers. Had he gone through his phone before? His
cheeks darkened even more, Ivan navigating through his home screen that he
absolutely  had experience with. Alfred couldn’t tell how he really felt about
that, except that it made him pretty flustered to know that Ivan may have been
sneakily stalking him and keeping tabs on him and everything. “Why don’t you
sit?”
Alfred blinked, and then stared down at the toilet. Oh, god, Ivan wasn’t into
that , right? He squirmed uncomfortably, looking back at Ivan. The other teen
seemed to understand his hesitation then, and frowned. “I will not have you do
something weird. Just sit, it is cramped inside of here.”
Well, that was relief enough. Alfred lowered himself to the seat then, his big
blue eyes wide with innocent curiosity.  Does Ivan think I look cute like this?
I hope he likes looking down at me just as much as I like looking up at him!
Ivan chuckled, holding up Alfred’s phone on its side, the camera open and
waiting. “Oh, and… put your glasses back on,” Ivan directed, Alfred slowly
starting to understand maybe just what Ivan had in mind. He bent and slipped
them back on his face, stuffing his arms between his thighs before clenching
his legs shut, squirming on the seat as he stared into the lens of his phone.
“D-do you gotta?” he whimpered, his flirty resolve from earlier starting to
crumble. Ivan smirked widely, subtly pressing the record button before
answering.
“Was this not what you were doing earlier?”
“W-well, yeah, but-- it’s different when you’re, like… right there, and-
- stuff,” Alfred protested, biting his lower lip as he moved his gaze from his
phone up to Ivan instead, shivering as Ivan continued to leer down at him.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to protest against him, and deciding maybe he
didn’t even want to protest since Ivan was the one doing it, he reclined just a
little bit, still keeping his arms in their protective place. “What do you want
me to do?”
“Hm?” Ivan hummed pointedly, pretending not to hear Alfred until the blond
fixed his question.
“What do you want me to do,  Master ?” Alfred corrected himself, bowing his
head sheepishly, before glancing towards the wall, embarrassed to hear the word
but reveling in it all the same. Ivan took a small step forward and cupped
Alfred’s chin, lifting it up so that his face was better in focus for the
camera.
“I want you to continue what you were doing while your Master was away. And do
not hide from me, pet. You should always smile at the camera,” he instructed
with a devilishly smug tone, looking thoroughly pleased with himself and very
much confident about getting back at Alfred for earlier. Taking a minute to get
over his grimace, Alfred slowly looked back at the camera with a nervous but
all the same excited little smile.
“Yes, Master,” he murmured, staring at the lens as he waited for Ivan to take a
picture. Ivan held him for a moment and then stood back, swiping his tongue
across his lower lip. Alfred trembled in his seat before slowly starting to
spread his legs, drawing out as much time as he could as he mentally prepared
himself for what he was going to do.
Okay, okay. You’ve got this. You’re just gonna grab it and go for it. Ivan’s
the one looking at you, so you’d better give him the best damn show of his
life, so that he’ll always always  always  be looking at you and only you,
Alfred shut his eyes as he gave himself his little pep talk, shuddering with
his knees far apart and his pants around his ankles, his body quivering with
arousal as he worked his courage up enough to do what his Ivan had told him to.
His Ivan!
Alfred clenched his hand around himself and stifled his noise as much as he
could, starting to work himself over for both the camera and Ivan.
 
[-]
 
He’s really going at it , Ivan thought to himself as he watched Alfred writhe
under the stimulation of his own hand, his cock dribbling precum and his cheeks
an adorable shade of red as he stroked and pumped himself. Doing his best to
keep his recording hand steady, Ivan casually reached down to indulge his own
itch, watching Alfred intently as the freshman gladly pleasured himself.
His chest was heaving and Ivan swore he could see a drop of sweat roll down the
side of his neck, the oppressive heat once more settling over the both of them.
Ivan swallowed, finding himself suddenly short of breath and feeling just as
overwhelmed with heat as he had back in class.  Should I say something to him?
He looks to be enjoying himself…  “That’s good, pet,” he murmured in a deep
voice just next to the phone, one of Alfred’s blue eyes peeking out at him a
moment later, in a seductively disheveled expression, the other still screwed
tightly shut. Ivan shuddered, paying himself a bit more attention as his praise
only seemed to make Alfred want to work harder.
“ Oh , fuck,” Alfred whined softly through a breathy puff of air, his leg
muscles visibly clenching as his back began to slouch, his hand working in a
frenzy as he was obviously getting very, very close…
“Look at the camera, Fredka,” Ivan instructed in a firm voice, Alfred accepting
his command with another desperate moan. The other teen struggled to keep his
lids open when pleasure made him want to just roll his eyes far back into his
head, a certain level of incoherent ecstasy making the task rather difficult.
Ivan could hardly believe the erotic vision of depravity before him, Alfred’s
face a sloppy, loopy mess just for  him .
Mine , he thought to himself with a wicked thought as Alfred suddenly climaxed,
his whole body jerking as orgasm rippled through him. Ivan drank in the sight
of Alfred’s muscles twitching and trembling beyond control as the teen rolled
his head back, his whole self seeming to go limp as cum stained his bunched up
shirt and splattered around his lower abdomen. Ivan could feel the sides of his
lips curl up into a smile, pausing the recording to save the short video. He
set Alfred’s phone aside and crouched slightly, fitting his hand under Alfred’s
cheek to provide support for his head. Stealing a kiss, Ivan pried off Alfred’s
overworked hand and wound their fingers together, Alfred letting out a soft
whimper of a satiated noise.
“Did I… do good, Master?” he eventually managed to say as he finished crashing
from his high, still breathing heavily as he composed himself. Ivan chuckled,
pecking another kiss to his lips, as he squeezed Alfred’s hand tightly.
“Very, my pet,” Ivan purred, earning an eager giggle from Alfred as the
freshman slouched forward and leaned all of his top weight against Ivan,
sighing dreamily into the fabric of his scarf. Ivan held him for a minute until
Alfred recovered enough to sit up again, looking a bit sheepish for getting to
orgasm first. Ivan waited, and then spoke. “But, don’t think I am finished with
you, yet.”
 
[-]
 
“I-I’m not too heavy, am I?” Alfred blushed darkly as he clung around Ivan, his
legs still quivering from his recent orgasm as he wrapped them tightly around
Ivan’s chest. Ivan’s strong arms were tucked under Alfred’s thighs, supporting
his weight with a certain delicacy.
“Are you calling me weak?” Ivan countered, eyeing Alfred with a certain edge in
his eye that Alfred didn’t have the nerve to follow with  Are you calling me
fat?  Instead he just shook his head and then buried it against Ivan’s neck,
his back aching a little from being shoved against the wall again.
Along with the wall, Ivan’s arms were the only things supporting him in the
air, his muscles bulging as Ivan very very carefully lined his wrapped and
lubed cock right up to Alfred’s partially stretched ass, their shared bottle of
lubricant discarded somewhere on the bathroom floor along with Alfred’s pants
and boxers. Ivan had straightened his pants up to be mostly covered again, and
it was a little strange to be right face to face with him. Thinking on it now,
they spent so much of their time fucking from behind that Alfred wasn’t really
sure how to handle having Ivan’s handsome face right up next to his.
“Ready?” Ivan paused just to be sure, Alfred nodding vigorously until exhaling
as much as he could, willing his muscles to relax as Ivan carefully lowered him
down. Struggling not to clench around the dick spearing him, Alfred draped his
arms around Ivan’s shoulders and hugged him close, gasping breathily as he hung
on for dear life.
“Oh, f- fuck , Ivan, that--”
“Careful, pet,” Ivan chastised him, biting his lower lip as Alfred took him in
like a total champ, only letting out a handful of whimpers until he was fully
seated on Ivan. The older teen waited for a breathless minute as Alfred
collected himself enough to give the go ahead.
“M-Master,  fuck -- you feel so good inside of me, p-please, please fuck me,”
Alfred mumbled as coherently as he could, digging his heels into Ivan’s back
when his other thrust forward, the bathroom stall rattling from the force.
Alfred gasped and whined desperately, Ivan steadily building up a rhythm as he
slipped his hands from under Alfred’s thighs to instead grip and spread his ass
apart. “Fuu-ah, Master, make me yours!”
“You already are mine,” Ivan hissed darkly, thrusting again and making the
stall shake in its place, Alfred letting out a happy squeal of a noise as he
rubbed right up against something wonderful. Ivan grinned despite his furrowed
brow, trying to focus in on getting the spot just right again, Alfred
continuing to babble away as he lost himself to pleasure again.
“Yes, yes! I’m yours, all yours, all of me--- it’s all yours, Ivan!” Alfred
prattled on desperately, knowing he would get fucked harder and harder with
each reminding encouragement. Ivan grunted low in his throat, hefting Alfred up
a little further as their skin slapped against each other, Alfred mewling
pathetically for more. “Oh, god-! Master, you make me feel so good... !”
“Are you going to come again, so soon after your last round?” Ivan teased
Alfred in an alluringly deep tone, practically purring with delight at making
Alfred come undone so quickly. His counterpart gasped loudly, digging his nails
into the junction between Ivan’s neck and back, gritting his teeth as he
struggled to hold on to this pleasure for all that he was worth.
“I-if you keep going like that, y-yeah!” he whined and whimpered, sinking a
little further down when Ivan shoved up into him a little harder. He scrabbled
for support, wanting to reach down and touch himself but too afraid of falling
to do so. Ivan only chuckled, knowing he was getting uncomfortably close at the
rate they were going as well.
“Never forget, Alfred,” he commanded in a firm, authoritarian voice as he
slammed Alfred’s back roughly against the wall again, his face hovering right
up against Alfred’s ear as he panted. Shivers rippled up and down his body as
everything came to a wondrous and overwhelming mount, Alfred’s desperate moans
hot against his head. “You… belong to  me .”
“Yes---!”
 
[-]
 
“Do you think these are clean enough to put on again?” Alfred asked as he
limply held up his boxers, the two slumped over in a sticky and sweaty pile
next to the public rest room’s toilet. Ivan shrugged a little bit didn’t move
from where he was leaving a dark hickey on Alfred’s neck, mouthing lazily as he
came down from his high.
“I am sure they will be fine. Classes will be over soon anyway,” Ivan reminded
him, a hand gripping Alfred’s wrist before lowering it, laying it to rest on
Alfred’s leg as their fingers wound together once more. Alfred let out a little
laugh, sighing from thoroughly satisfied exhaustion.
“Pass me my phone?”
“Sure.”
“Can’t believe you filmed me,” Alfred muttered with falsely stung pride,
pouting playfully at
 Ivan as the junior finally started to sit up away from Alfred’s lap. Ivan
smirked at him, nipping at Alfred’s wrist before pressing a kiss to it as he
passed.
“After all this time, really?”
“Heh, guess you’re right. I should’a figured.”
“Right.”
They sat sprawled inside the stall for a little while before Ivan finally
picked himself all the way up, dusting off his clothes and carefully working
the filled condom off of his cock. Alfred eyed it greedily, a certain hunger
still lingering in his eyes.
“Can I have that?” he had the courage to ask, grinning even wider when Ivan
nonchalantly passed it over to him. He was going to ask why, before suddenly
Alfred had squeezed out the white cum right onto his face, looking extremely
proud as he turned to look at Ivan. Ivan shifted and hid his blush, unable to
look away from Alfred as the freshman raised his phone hand up, giving the
camera a peace sign and a lopsided smirk. “There, one more for you.”
“You are too much, Alfred,” Ivan chuckled, feeling rather flattered all the
same. “But, you do know you will have to walk outside like that now, right?”
Alfred’s look of shocked horror was too priceless for Ivan to let up another
photo of it. Ivan chuckled, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Alfred’s forehead
(purposefully avoiding the mess). Alfred sulked, but seemed to get over it
rather quickly. “If you want me to send you these, you’ll help me clean up.”
“Is that a threat, my pet?”
“I dunno, is it, Master?”
“Only if you want another punishment,” Ivan warned, eyes narrowing as Alfred
just gazed dreamily up at him, looking thoroughly fucked and very much sloppy.
“Nah, I think I’ve had my fill for now. Uhm… so, wanna make it a date and get
some ice cream and pizza, afterwards?” Alfred did his best to casually and yet
formally ask, blushing and shyly searching Ivan’s face for reassurance. He
received a fond smile, and a pat on the head.
“That sounds like an excellent date, my Fredka.”
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