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there was… something about Aban.
Ivo wouldn't say “weird”, or “strange”, simply… odd. out of place. something he couldn't really understand.
Aban had his habits, just like everybody else, and Ivo took great care in observing them and mentally writing them down. for example, Aban always fell asleep on his side, facing the wall. no other way. he only wrote with black pens and refused to use any other color. he smelled every ingredient before using them when he was cooking. he always applied cologne on his wrists, neck and behind his ears, in that exact order. and so many other small things that Ivo took great pleasure in observing, like he was studying a subject.
and then, there was this. the one thing Ivo had no explanation for, and it frustrated him to no end, he who always needed to understand everything to satisfy his constantly under stimulated brain, he couldn't fathom what reason could bring Aban to do this.
they were both facing sitting across from each other at the table in Aban’s living room, he was preparing a lesson on his laptop and Ivo was grading chemistry tests. the older man could barely concentrate, not only has he been going through the same mistake being repeated at the same question by numerous students and at this point he just wanted to throw everything away, but Aban couldn't stay still. he was bouncing his leg endlessly, constantly shifting on his chair, fidgeting, and not actually writing anything.
this. Aban would repeat this behavior at least two or three times a week, sometimes less, and mostly on the weekends. at first, Ivo didn't understand what the hell was wrong with him, now he partially did. he quickly associated Aban drinking multiple cups of water in the morning and then not seeing him go to the bathroom even once. he would go only around 5 to 6 pm, leaving his bladder full for most of the day. and it’s not like his body just worked like that, he could see Aban actively holding it in, squirming, fidgeting, struggling all day, and that’s exactly what he couldn't wrap his head around.
“can you stop ?” he finally said, his voice dripping in annoyance.
Aban just looked at him, confused, and it irritated him even more. “stop what?” Ivo couldn't help but notice his breath was slightly short.
“ this. whatever you’re doing.” he gestured dramatically with his hands as he talked.
Aban frowned. Ivo knew him enough to know his confusion looked quite fake. “i’m— i’m not doing anything?”
“yes you are! squirming like a dog in heat. did you think i hadn’t noticed?”
Aban’s expression changed, his eyes widening and his cheeks tainting in red. maybe the dog in heat comparison was too much. it just slipped out. but Aban didn’t seem offended, angry or anything like that. just embarrassed.
“i’m not— ” he sighed, probably realizing that denying it would be useless. “well— fine, maybe i am. but it's not—”
he cuts him off, “you need to pee, really bad. you drank like, four cups of water this morning and two more after eating lunch, and i didn't see you go to the bathroom. that’s where this whole attitude comes from. and it’s not the first time you do it, either. i’ve seen you act like this more times than i could count ever since i started spending more time here.”
“i-i guess it was stupid of me to think you wouldn't notice… you’re very observant.”
Ivo smirked. “i appreciate the flattery, but it won’t get you anywhere. why on earth are you doing this?”
Aban looked away. he bit his lip and frowned slightly. he was hesitating. negotiating with himself, perhaps to know if he would be telling the truth or not. at least that’s what Ivo could guess based on his expression.
“it—” he swallowed. “i like it.” Ivo raised an eyebrow. “it turns me on.” Aban clarified.
to say Ivo was surprised would be a euphemism. he just stared at him, all his thoughts getting blurry for a bit too long. he saw Aban’s cheeks become even redder and he could bet his were red too.
“it— turns you— what ?”
they stared at each other for what seemed an eternity, Ivo’s brain almost fuming trying to understand the information he’d just been given and Aban just not knowing what to say. after a moment, he hid his face in his hands.
“stop looking at me like that” he said with a light chuckle that sounded half sincere, half nervous. “you’re reacting like i said something terrible!”
Ivo suddenly snapped out of it, “no, i didn’t mean— sorry. it’s just.. i wasn’t expecting that, to be honest.”
“w-well what did you expect?”
“i frankly have no idea. but, i mean, i’m not… judging or anything. i’m just not sure i understand.”
“i-i can explain… if you want…”
“well, please do. i’m interested.”
Aban smiled, his face changing into a warm expression. he seemed to appreciate Ivo taking an interest in what he liked. he closed his laptop, never stopping to squirm on his chair.
“i-it’s, uh, just pleasing in some way? the burning sensation when you really need to go, i like it, it’s like… it hurts but it feels good. there’s something in the adrenaline, too. the fear of wetting yourself. i-i know it’s weird but—”
“it’s not weird. just… unusual, i guess. i can say i’m sexually interested in some pretty unusual stuff too.”
Aban raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into an interested smirk. “really? mind sharing it with the class?”
Ivo chuckled, “maybe another time. right now it’s about you.”
Aban smiled and bit his lower lip. this made something in Ivo shift. his body suddenly tensed and a slight heat started spreading in his lower stomach.
“come here. sit on my lap.”
*
Aban felt his lower stomach burn deliciously as Ivo said those words. the awkwardness of their first time together was long gone, especially since they had tons of sex after that. they were both touch starved, Ivo wanted to learn and the strong feelings they had for each other was simply the cherry on top. they were used to it now, no more hesitating, awkwardness, clumsiness, everything felt more natural than ever, and Aban loved it. he never knew he liked sex that much because he never experienced it with the right person, and now that he did, he was always eager for more.
he slowly got up, having to keep his legs pressed together or else he felt like he could wet himself at any moment, he wanted to go this bad. he staggered around the table until he reached Ivo, climbing on top of his lap. the older man locked his hands behind his back, maintaining him well in place. his breath had become slightly shorter, more than it already was, and having to keep his legs open while straddling Ivo’s lap made him feel even more prone to wetting himself.
“i like the faces you make.” Ivo said, his eyes detailing Aban’s face like he was a complex work of art. “you look so desperate, it’s almost endearing.”
“i don’t look desperate… i am .”
“how badly? on a scale from one to ten.”
“a solid eight.”
“ and now? ”
“oh— fuck! ”
Ivo had put his right hand onto his lower stomach, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. his whole body stiffened, contracting every muscle possible to hold it in. he bit his lip, hard , and grabbed Ivo’s wrist to push away his hand.
“ten.” he finally replied, his voice trembling. he swallowed hardly, his hips jerking almost instinctively. he wanted so much more. Ivo’s hand quickly grabbed his hip, explicitly forbidding him to move, drawing a whine out of him as he buried his face in Ivo’s neck.
“i’ll make a proposition.” he said. “i fuck you and you’re not allowed to pee until i cum. if i can get hard, that is. does that sound okay?”
Aban nodded, making a barely audible “mhm” sound as his face was still buried against Ivo’s neck. his hips jerked again, desperate for any contact.
“we’ll do that in the shower.”
Ivo gently pushed Aban off his lap, walking towards the bathroom. frankly, Aban could’ve done that here, on that chair, he would’ve cleaned up the mess anyway, but he didn’t mind the shower if that’s what Ivo wanted. as quickly as he could manage, he followed the older man in the bathroom, and the view he stumbled on turned him on even more.
Ivo was already getting undressed, he had thrown away his shirt on the floor and was currently unbuttoning his pants. Aban quickly did the same, his hands trembling in anticipation. he felt Ivo’s gaze on him, most precisely on his chest, as he removed his shirt. in fact, he always looked at him this way, like he was devouring him with his eyes.
“like what you see?” he said with a teasing smirk.
“always.”
Aban has always been aware of his chest’s appeal. he always had big breasts, before his top surgery and now. well, now it was way smaller in comparison, but still pretty fleshy for a man’s chest. every single one of his partners complimented that in him, before and after transitioning, but Ivo’s compliments just hit differently. like everything he did. his hand grabbing his left pec also was like no one else’s.
“we could try a boob job, sometime.” he said as he brushed a finger against Aban’s nipple, making him shiver.
he raised an eyebrow, “a boob job?”
“sorry, wrong term?”
“no, not necessarily. i think i like it actually. it’s… weirdly affirming.”
“mhm, i see.”
Aban opened his mouth to say something, but every single thought suddenly left his mind as he felt a knee pressing then grinding on his crotch. he shuddered in a moan, grasping on Ivo’s shoulder, feeling how hot his skin was.
“babe— pleaseeee …” he pleaded in a whiny voice that he felt quite embarrassed about afterwards, but his bladder was threatening to spill at any moment and the wait became unbearable. Ivo didn’t say anything but unbuttoned his pants, helping him take it off as well as his underwear. completely naked, Ivo gestured him to get in the shower and he did, shivering as he looked at the older man getting fully undressed.
Aban was pretty sure Ivo was putting on a show on purpose, sliding off his pants slowly, awfully slowly, and that’s when Aban saw it through his underwear: he was hard. not even half-hard, fully hard and that was certainly a first. he generally needed some more stimulation, and Aban was more than happy to know he won’t have to wait longer.
once Ivo was completely naked, he joined him in the shower, immediately capturing his lips for a hot yet tender kiss, grabbing Aban’s hips and pinning him against the shower wall. god , he loved seeing Ivo like that, dominant, confident. it didn’t happen often, but it was like a sweet treat every time. as their tongues danced around the other, Aban jerked his hips, desperately trying to make Ivo understand he couldn't wait anymore . Ivo took the hint, breaking the kiss and looking at him.
“i’m wet as hell. you can just go in.” Aban said in between ragged breaths.
“are you—”
“i’m sure. just— ah ..!”
his muscles tensed as Ivo grabbed his own cock to rub it against his folds. Aban wrapped his arms around Ivo’s neck, locking the man against him, as if he would go anywhere. Ivo suddenly stopped, grabbing Aban’s right leg and wrapping it around his hips to improve the angle, and then sliding right into him, not all the way in, but enough to steal the air out of Aban’s lungs for a few seconds. he gasped, toes curling and nails digging in Ivo’s flesh.
“ fuck! yes… mh…” he closed his eyes, slowly getting used to the sensation. Ivo wasn’t moving yet, just waiting for the signal to do so. Aban took a deep breath, the action of holding his piss in taking a whole lot of concentration, but he could feel Ivo’s cock was just so close to his bladder, one hit and it would be over, he knew it. and that simple thought aroused him like nothing else did before. he bit his lip as he started to move his hips slightly, carefully, and Ivo got the message.
the older man’s hips jerked forward, rubbing deliciously against the wall that’s separating his cock from Aban’s bladder, only applying more pressure. Aban whined, grabbing a handful of Ivo’s hair like grasping at anything he could reach could help him hold it in. Ivo had buried his face in his neck, kissing his skin softly as he was sliding in and out of him at a slow but steady rhythm, moaning softly in Aban’s ear and whispering praises that he could barely understand, his mind was fuzzy, all he could hear was the wet sounds of their bodies, and the moans they made.
Ivo’s words were playing out in his head. you’re not allowed to pee until i cum. but nothing will happen if he disobeys, he knew that. worst of all, it would just make him cum instantly, and that thought wasn’t unpleasant either. his legs were trembling, muscles contracting. Ivo suddenly slightly fastened the pace and it was his breaking point.
“ fuuuck, i-i can’t—”
he couldn't even finish his sentence as piss spurted out, flowing on Ivo’s cock and down his own legs. he heard the older man moan and his movements became more erratic, his nails digging in Aban’s leg he was still holding around his hips, he was close , and so was Aban. he desperately tried to stop it, and he succeeded for a moment, but every time Ivo bottomed out, there would be more spurting out.
“just let it out… feels so good…” Ivo mumbled against his skin, and it’s like Aban’s body obliged instantly against his will.
he just let everything go, emptying his bladder in a hot and steady stream that kept going for god knows how long while Ivo was still pounding into him, the wet sounds adding to their loud moans and their skin clashing against each other. Aban could barely register the fact that he was pissing on his boyfriend , but frankly, he didn't care, and he never saw Ivo taking this much pleasure, nor did he ever take this much pleasure himself. after a moment, the stream stopped, drawing a sound out of Aban, between a whine and a moan of relief, and it was quickly replaced by other sounds of pleasure.
“f-fuck, i’m close …” Ivo whispered in his ear, Aban’s grip on his hair getting even tighter.
“don’t… don’t pull out… please …” he breathed, barely able to put the words together.
the sensations just kept building up, but he desperately tried to hold on just a little longer. Ivo kept getting louder, making the most delicious sounds, desperately trying to bury himself deeper and deeper inside him, which only sent Aban closer and closer to the edge.
“o-oh, shit , you feel so good… so tight…” Ivo muttered. “ mh—! ‘m coming..! ”
“ look at me…”
Ivo immediately obliged, pulling out his face off Aban’s neck to look at him. he didn’t left his eyes open very long but at least Aban could observe him, the way his mouth opened to let out a long groan as he buried himself deep inside him, the way his eyebrows twitched as he came, hot cum pouring inside Aban which sent a shiver through his whole body. Ivo was shaking, out of breath, a total mess, but he kept going, fucking his cum deeper and deeper inside him, and Aban couldn't help but smile at how determined he was to make him feel good.
“ hmm, you’re doing so good… Ivo…” he said, relaxing his grip on the older man’s hair to stroke them. “i-i’m gonna cum…!”
“yes… cum for me …”
Aban’s back arched involuntarily. his orgasm came like a huge wave crashing out onto him, not letting him the time to breath or even form a single thought. once again he grasped Ivo’s hair, his other hand finding its way between their bodies to fondle his clit, only accentuating his already powerful orgasm, and at this moment his mind went totally blank, losing himself in the bliss of his own pleasure, the only thing he felt being Ivo kissing his neck, his cock still inside him and something spurting out of him at the height of his orgasm, just before he slowly started to come down out of it.
a few seconds passed, Ivo was holding him tightly against him, slowly pulling his softening cock out of him, Aban already feeling cum starting to drip out. neither of them talked, they just stood there, catching their breaths, caressing the other’s skin, loving the other’s presence.
“i love you…” Aban whispered before pressing a kiss against Ivo’s shoulder.
there was a pause, and then, “i love you too.”
*
doing it in the shower was actually a very good idea , Aban thought as he closed his eyes to appreciate the hot water relaxing all his muscles, more than they already were. next to him, Ivo grabbed the bottle of shampoo and poured some into his hand to wash Aban’s body. of course, he went straight for his chest, washing the area thoroughly, maybe a bit too much.
“still obsessed with my boobs ?”
that made Ivo snort. “i guess so. there’s… something disgustingly attractive about them, i wouldn't be able to put my finger on it, though.”
“mhm…” Aban looked down and smiled. “yours are nice too.”
“my—?”
“boobs.”
Aban's hands went to grab Ivo’s chest as he grinned at him. his chest wasn’t as prominent as Aban’s, but his flesh did get saggier with age, even though he stayed quite skinny. Ivo blushed, looking away in what seemed to be embarrassment.
“come on, it’s not the same. you have a beautifully shaped body and i’m just… old.”
“and? we’ve already talked about this: i like it , and i wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Ivo didn’t respond, instead he kept washing Aban’s body, then it was Aban’s turn to wash him. they took their time, dragging this aftercare moment as long as they could, as they usually did. they didn’t get that much time together in retrospect, so it was always nice.
“so… did you like it?” Aban finally dared to ask as they were out of the shower, drying themselves with clean towels.
Ivo frowned as he looked at him “did i seem to not like it? of course i did. what about you?”
“oh, it was amazing . you made me squirt, by the way.”
Ivo’s eyes slightly widened at this information. “did i? i didn’t even notice.” he frowned. “is this, uh, positive?”
“you made my body have a reaction it never had before, so yeah, i think it’s quite positive.”
Aban planted a kiss on his boyfriend's lips before he could respond with anything, then he started to gather the clothes spreaded out on the floor. he then turned around to see Ivo in front of the mirror, arranging his so precious mustache.
god, he loved him so much.