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Being so far away from Till was painful for Ivan. Modeling and acting may not be the career path he wanted after all, if it meant being away from home for long periods of time.
Ivan called Till when he woke up and before he went to bed. No matter what the time was for Ivan, wherever he may be, he wanted Till to remember that he loved him. At first, Till found it excessive, but not hearing from his overbearing Ivan made Till lonely. They just had their good night call several hours before. Ivan already missed the sound of Till's voice. Only six more hours or so before their good morning call. What Ivan didn't expect, though, was a midnight call, at least in Till's timezone. Thankfully, he had some spare time between shoots, so he immediately picked up his phone.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Ivan had asked, concerned. He would drop everything and go back to his beloved in an instant.
"Yeah, just feeling a bit...lonely." Till muttered the last word, not wanting to admit it so casually.
"Already?" Ivan chuckled as he took a sip of his iced coffee. "Well, you know you can call me any time. I'll drop everything for you."
"...I know. Don't do that, though."
There was a moment of silence before Ivan spoke up again. Till sounded tired so perhaps Ivan should lead the conversation.
"Did you just wake up?"
Silence again. There was a small grunt. He must have just woken up for sure.
"Yeah..." Till sighed, "Can you just...talk? I'm sorry."
"About what?"
A small grunt. Was Till really okay?
"...Tell me about your day."
Ivan thought back to his day so far, how busy he was. He barely had time to think until now. He recalled the time he woke up and went to the gym first thing in the morning, before heading to get his iced coffee. Till's rhythmic breathing stopped abruptly.
"Wait-" Till interrupted, "What were you doing at the gym?"
Okay, Till was definitely acting odd. There had to be something wrong. He never cared what Ivan did at the gym in detail.
"Hm? Just some back, shoulders, and chest exercises. Or do you want me to be more specific?"
Another sigh from Till. Was Ivan not...responding correctly for him? What would even be the correct way? Ivan felt a lump in his throat form from worry.
"I didn't have a trainer or anyone spotting me, if that's what you want to know." Ivan said.
"No, I don't care about that, it's fine." Till coughed, shuffling around in the background. "What did you do next?"
"Are you sure you're okay, my love?" Ivan asked worriedly. He didn't notice that he put his coffee down somewhere.
"Just...keep talking, please," Till begged him, in a voice that sounded shaken up.
"Till, you can tell me what's wrong, you know that, right?"
"Please, just-"
Ivan heard what sounded like a stifled moan. He wanted to pretend it wasn't, but he knew Till too well. He knew the sounds Till made when he was sad, when he was angry, when he was aroused...
He had an idea. He cleared his throat, looking around the studio he was in. Hurriedly, Ivan rushed out to the hallway where there was thankfully no one around. He lowered his voice to the soft, husky voice Till loved so much.
"Ivan..." Till called out urgently.
"Baby, how are you feeling right now?"
Till's breathing grew heavier. Ivan could feel himself growing in his tight pants. Shit. He couldn't just stand there in the hallway, exposed. He made his way down the hall, trying to find a secluded area. Once Till got him going there was no stopping Ivan.
"Keep talking, Ivan." Till begged.
"I had a good workout this morning. Then I took a shower. It felt really nice against my sore muscles. It was very steamy. I know how much you hate it when I take steamy showers before you. You hate it when I walk out and it feels like a sauna in there."
There was a closet down the hallway. Ivan power walked toward it. "But the way you look at me when I get out...The way your eyes study my body as if you've never seen it before...I think about that a lot. I thought about it when I got out of the shower this morning."
"Mm..."
Shutting the door quietly behind him, Ivan palmed at his crotch gently, caressing himself at the idea of Till doing the same to himself.
"What else?" Till asked. "What else did you do today?"
Ivan set his phone down on a shelf, carefully undoing his belt and pulling his hard dick out. It twitched from his touch as he grabbed himself, stroking the tip slowly. He bit down on his lip, cursing Till in his mind. The desperation helped when his dry hands weren't.
Damn you for getting me so worked up right now, Ivan thought.
He picked his phone back up, still hearing Till's attempt at stifling his heavy breathing.
"I went into this random janitor's closet, because I...I can't stop thinking about you." Ivan confessed. "The faces you make when I touch you, the sounds...it drives me crazy."
"Are you...masturbating in a closet at work?" Till asked. He sounded surprised.
"And what if I am, my love?" Ivan teased. "I can't help it. I know that breathing pattern too well. I heard it the night before I left."
Till had to be embarrassed by now. My god, does Ivan know him too well. He knew everything about the love of his life.
"Ivan..."
"Are you touching yourself for me, baby?" Ivan asked in his low voice, grunting as he began slowly stroking himself.
"And what if I am, my love?" Till mocked him, but Ivan knew it wasn't malicious. "What if I'm fucking myself with the toy you gave me for my birthday?"
Ah yes, the dildo. It was close to Ivan in size, so whenever Till got lonely he could have something to remind him of his lover's cock.
"Does it feel good, baby?"
"Not as good as you." Till whimpered.
"I know," Ivan chuckled, "I know how much you love my dick deep inside you, fucking you until you can't take it anymore. Until you beg me to cum inside you. Until you need me to support your body because you can't stop shaking."
"Mmnh....I-Ivan..."
Ivan tightened his grip on his own cock, trying to find the best imitation of Till's tight hole. Nothing could ever compare, though. God, does he want nothing more than to just ram himself into Till, feeling his tightness squeeze against his aching dick.
"I wish I could fuck you right now, Till..." Ivan sighed as his strokes quickened in pace. "I want to feel you tighten up against my cock while I'm so deep inside you. I want to see that pretty face of yours flustered and begging for more."
"A-Ah..." Till stammered weakly. "Ivan, please..."
"You want it too, baby? You want me, don't you? You want me to fuck you. To hold you down by your wrists, so you don't squirm. Fuck you until you start seeing stars. Fuck you until all you can say is my name."
"H...Hah..."
"How's it feel, baby? Tell me. Tell me, please."
"F-Feels good...I'm gonna cum...I can't take it anymore..." Ivan could hear the wetness clearly now, as Till quickened his own pace against the dildo. His breathing became more erratic, and he wasn't hiding it anymore. "God, Ivan...I'm so close-"
"Cum for me, baby. Let me hear your voice." Ivan hummed. His own hand was already wet with precum, but he knew he was close. Just the sound of Till fucking himself against the dildo he bought him and his desperate moans were enough for Ivan's mind to turn to paste. He can hear the smacking wetness as Till picked up his pace, pounding himself into an orgasm.
"I-Ivan...! I'm gonna cum- ah!"
Till let out a loud moan, the slick sound of him pounding himself against the dildo causing Ivan to cum. He grunted loudly, cursing through his gritted teeth.
"Till...! Fuck..." Ivan grunted as he came, hard. He was embarrassed as he saw his cum shoot against some cleaning products sitting on the lower shelves. It was spilling all over his hand as he squeezed his eyes shut from the pleasure. He imagined spreading it across Till's body, decorating his helpless, quivering body with his hot cum.
There was just silence in between their heavy panting. There was a buzz as Ivan received a notification. It must be his agent wondering where he was.
"It just doesn't feel the same without you." Till whined.
"I know. I'll be home soon, I promise." Ivan reassured him, trying to get himself back to a presentable state. There were cum stains on his pants now. What the fuck was he thinking? Truth was, he wasn't. It was just Till fucking himself into pure ecstacy in his brain. Thinking about Till trembling in bed as he rode his orgasm out made Ivan's dick twitch again. Fuck.
"Did you get it? My message?" Till had asked as his breathing became more regulated.
"I didn't, but I'll check it soon." Ivan replied as he tried to wipe the cum stain off. It wasn't too noticable, he guessed. "Shit...I stained my pants."
"You're so stupid," Till laughed lightly, but the sentence was so endearing. Before, it would have hurt a little because Till would say it with more venom. But he had softened up so much that Ivan was surprised he could fall even more in love with the man.
"Talk to you in the morning, Till. I love you."
"I love you too, Ivan. Good luck."
The cum staining the shelves and cleaning products were an easy clean up. The only problem Ivan had were his pants. It was fine. He could just say he spilled something on his pants, like his coffee or something. Yeah, that was believable...right?
Ivan checked the notification he got earlier, wondering if his agent was pissed off. To his idiotic surprise, it was from Till. He cursed himself for assuming it wasn't, even after Till had asked about it. Upon opening up the message however, Ivan nearly passed out. It was his beloved, licking his own cum off his fingers with a smug look on his face. He left his tongue out as if to tease Ivan with it. He saved the short clip on his phone, the app notifying Till of his perversion. The only response he got was a simple smiley face.
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He knew Ivan just as well as Ivan knew him. He had to think of something- anything- to try to get his boner to go flaccid again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was not good. How was he going to get through his day now? Till knew what he was doing. Ivan laughed silently to himself at the thought of being hoisted by his own petard. Self-control wasn't an option for Ivan when it came to his beloved Till.
Ivan was going to have to punish him when he got back home. It was just a bonus that Till was going to enjoy every second of it.