After a long silent moment, Ivan once more pulled him back by his hair, gently this time, and allowed him ragged breaths until the world stopped swimming in front of him. “Can you stand?”
Liam shook his head negative and the world spun instead of swimming. “Here,” Ivan said far too calmly, “I’ll help you.”
The practiced movement of Ivan’s fingers fastening only the button of his jeans didn’t go unnoticed, but Liam’s brain was far too foggy to properly appreciate it. Instead, he let Ivan haul him up with the strong strap along the back of the jacket, the deep pressure spread evenly across his torso as he was walked to the wide loveseat that took up a significant portion of the small room. Ivan lowered him down gently and then stepped away for only a moment, returning with a bottle of water and a makeup towel that he sat on the floor near the edge.
“I’m right here.” Ivan said in a much softer tone before he pressed a kiss against the back of Liam’s hand. “Close your eyes and try to focus, okay?”
Liam whimpered, already feeling the ragged rawness of his throat begging for the tea that would have to wait a while longer. Still, he did as he was told and closed his eyes as one by one Ivan began to work open the buckles along his back - bottom to top.
“That was… amazing.” Ivan sighed, rubbing his palm over each new exposed flash of sweaty white tee as he plucked open the buckles. “I… I really didn’t expect you to go along with it, but you did so well.” His voice was calm and tender. “Thank you,” His weight shifted as the final buckle at the top was yanked open and Ivan leaned over Liam to brush kisses at the back of his neck where the skin had chafed just a little from the stiff canvas. “Roll over when I get up, okay? I’ll take it off for you.”
He nodded weakly and began to push as soon as he felt the weight lift off his back. Ivan pulled back the sides and then tugged the sleeves until finally the garment was off and buckles jingled back across the room. “Ivan…” He groped blindly, feeling nothing, and then swallowed back the unexpected lump in his throat.
“It’s okay.” Ivan answered, two hard thumps of shoes on the tight pile carpet taking him to the edge of the sofa where he pressed his hands into Liam’s. “I have water and I’ll clean you up.”
“Water.” Liam confirmed with an awkward nod against the arm of the short sofa. Quickly, a cold bottle was pressed against his lips already cracked open, spilling down his chin and onto his neck before he could push up on his elbows enough to make it work. The sensation of Ivan’s hands on his body was far more intimate than he’d expected and it soothed him. Ivan’s sure hands offered small swipes of cloth along his cheeks and down his nose, then lower to his inner thighs and under his balls before delicately massaging his spent cock. “C’mere…”
When Liam opened his eyes Ivan was smiling. The shadow had drifted from his demeanor, only warm kindness and affection shone true, and Liam couldn’t help but smile too. “May I… I mean, I know it’s kinda… it’s weird…”
As if reading the intent loud and clear, Ivan shifted to sit on the edge of the sofa and leaned in, stopping the awkward stammer his lips. In the first heartbeat, Liam froze until he felt the wetness of Ivan’s tongue along his lower lip, and then he opened his mouth to the scrape of unexpectedly soft facial hair against his own. Ivan groaned and Liam echoed the sentiment, reaching up with both hands to stroke along the thick sideburns before burying one hand in Ivan’s hair. He hadn’t realized just how much he needed that softness too, how good it felt after being so helpless to have Ivan’s hand gripping the front of his undershirt and holding him tight.
When Ivan cupped his cheek, Liam opened his eyes again and took him in as they remained mere inches apart. They both seemed to be waiting, but it was Liam who broke first with an awkward gentle giggle. “I can’t believe that happened.” He whispered, the laugh taking him fully when Ivan blushed and lowered his eyes to show the side Liam had been much more familiar with. Awkward, nerdy, funny, tender.
“I… well, let’s just say your tells are easy to read.” Ivan chuckled and found Liam’s hand. Lifting it to his lips, he brushed only a small fond kiss there. “I’ve had a few hints, but until I saw you staring at it I wasn’t sure. I honestly wasn’t really convinced until you blushed when I was close.”
It was Liam’s turn to lower his head. “Yeah, well… you do this thing where sometimes… I just… well, you know.”
“I loom?” Ivan grinned a little wider and pressed another kiss on Liam’s pale knuckles before encouraging more water. “I’ve heard that.”
Liam nodded and finished half the bottle as Ivan began to rub slow circles on his belly. After a long moment he asked, “Did you mean what you said about there being a next time?”
Ivan licked his lips when he caught Liam’s eyes on him as he was awkwardly cleaning himself before tucking his manhood back behind shorts and his zipper. He chuckled slightly and nodded. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
“Oh.” Liam blushed, self-conscious feelings washing over him again.
“If you’re interested, of course. I’m not going to push it like that again… it was… yeah, it was reckless.”
Ivan patted Liam’s belly gently and then pushed up the edge of Liam’s shirt to see the soft swell of Dad-belly underneath before covering it with his palm to rub even further. “Okay. We’ll, uh… we’ll talk about it.”
“Good. Yeah.” Liam huffed another soft laugh. “Good.”
Re: Fill: "Fitting" (Ivan/Liam, Explicit. straitjacket, D/s)
Liam shook his head negative and the world spun instead of swimming. “Here,” Ivan said far too calmly, “I’ll help you.”
The practiced movement of Ivan’s fingers fastening only the button of his jeans didn’t go unnoticed, but Liam’s brain was far too foggy to properly appreciate it. Instead, he let Ivan haul him up with the strong strap along the back of the jacket, the deep pressure spread evenly across his torso as he was walked to the wide loveseat that took up a significant portion of the small room. Ivan lowered him down gently and then stepped away for only a moment, returning with a bottle of water and a makeup towel that he sat on the floor near the edge.
“I’m right here.” Ivan said in a much softer tone before he pressed a kiss against the back of Liam’s hand. “Close your eyes and try to focus, okay?”
Liam whimpered, already feeling the ragged rawness of his throat begging for the tea that would have to wait a while longer. Still, he did as he was told and closed his eyes as one by one Ivan began to work open the buckles along his back - bottom to top.
“That was… amazing.” Ivan sighed, rubbing his palm over each new exposed flash of sweaty white tee as he plucked open the buckles. “I… I really didn’t expect you to go along with it, but you did so well.” His voice was calm and tender. “Thank you,” His weight shifted as the final buckle at the top was yanked open and Ivan leaned over Liam to brush kisses at the back of his neck where the skin had chafed just a little from the stiff canvas. “Roll over when I get up, okay? I’ll take it off for you.”
He nodded weakly and began to push as soon as he felt the weight lift off his back. Ivan pulled back the sides and then tugged the sleeves until finally the garment was off and buckles jingled back across the room. “Ivan…” He groped blindly, feeling nothing, and then swallowed back the unexpected lump in his throat.
“It’s okay.” Ivan answered, two hard thumps of shoes on the tight pile carpet taking him to the edge of the sofa where he pressed his hands into Liam’s. “I have water and I’ll clean you up.”
“Water.” Liam confirmed with an awkward nod against the arm of the short sofa. Quickly, a cold bottle was pressed against his lips already cracked open, spilling down his chin and onto his neck before he could push up on his elbows enough to make it work. The sensation of Ivan’s hands on his body was far more intimate than he’d expected and it soothed him. Ivan’s sure hands offered small swipes of cloth along his cheeks and down his nose, then lower to his inner thighs and under his balls before delicately massaging his spent cock. “C’mere…”
When Liam opened his eyes Ivan was smiling. The shadow had drifted from his demeanor, only warm kindness and affection shone true, and Liam couldn’t help but smile too. “May I… I mean, I know it’s kinda… it’s weird…”
As if reading the intent loud and clear, Ivan shifted to sit on the edge of the sofa and leaned in, stopping the awkward stammer his lips. In the first heartbeat, Liam froze until he felt the wetness of Ivan’s tongue along his lower lip, and then he opened his mouth to the scrape of unexpectedly soft facial hair against his own. Ivan groaned and Liam echoed the sentiment, reaching up with both hands to stroke along the thick sideburns before burying one hand in Ivan’s hair. He hadn’t realized just how much he needed that softness too, how good it felt after being so helpless to have Ivan’s hand gripping the front of his undershirt and holding him tight.
When Ivan cupped his cheek, Liam opened his eyes again and took him in as they remained mere inches apart. They both seemed to be waiting, but it was Liam who broke first with an awkward gentle giggle. “I can’t believe that happened.” He whispered, the laugh taking him fully when Ivan blushed and lowered his eyes to show the side Liam had been much more familiar with. Awkward, nerdy, funny, tender.
“I… well, let’s just say your tells are easy to read.” Ivan chuckled and found Liam’s hand. Lifting it to his lips, he brushed only a small fond kiss there. “I’ve had a few hints, but until I saw you staring at it I wasn’t sure. I honestly wasn’t really convinced until you blushed when I was close.”
It was Liam’s turn to lower his head. “Yeah, well… you do this thing where sometimes… I just… well, you know.”
“I loom?” Ivan grinned a little wider and pressed another kiss on Liam’s pale knuckles before encouraging more water. “I’ve heard that.”
Liam nodded and finished half the bottle as Ivan began to rub slow circles on his belly. After a long moment he asked, “Did you mean what you said about there being a next time?”
Ivan licked his lips when he caught Liam’s eyes on him as he was awkwardly cleaning himself before tucking his manhood back behind shorts and his zipper. He chuckled slightly and nodded. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
“Oh.” Liam blushed, self-conscious feelings washing over him again.
“If you’re interested, of course. I’m not going to push it like that again… it was… yeah, it was reckless.”
“No, I’m definitely interested.” Liam laughed awkwardly. “You’ve… you’ve got my attention.”
Ivan patted Liam’s belly gently and then pushed up the edge of Liam’s shirt to see the soft swell of Dad-belly underneath before covering it with his palm to rub even further. “Okay. We’ll, uh… we’ll talk about it.”
“Good. Yeah.” Liam huffed another soft laugh. “Good.”