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Till stopped in front of a glass tube spanning a person floating within transparent liquid, countless wires monitoring the Esper's vitals were attached to the pale body with eyes closed serenely shut.
The man was nude, long limbs enunciating his height and enough muscle tone stopping him from appearing malnourished. His hair, like ink, swayed to his waist, long and untamed.
“He's been in a medically induced coma since he last went berserk.” A voice said, cutting Till off from his observation.
“How long has he been asleep for?”
“Seven years. He is the first Esper to be ranked above S, there exist only two of his kind, both genetically modified within the lab using the genes of two powerful S ranks, now deceased.”
“Who's the other?” Till asked, turning away to face the scientist. His eyes clipped to her badge, memorising her name and ID which he hadn't bothered to remember initially.
“That's classified.” Dr Clinton answered, smiling politely.
Till shrugged at the answer, he wasn't that interested. “How do you suggest we go about this then? I can't guide him through this…What's his name again?”
“Well, firstly, we will take him out for you and monitor how the first guiding goes. Secondly, he hasn't been given a name and is often referred to as 001, however, his twin has referred to him as Ivan.”
“Ivan.” Till repeated audibly with a hum, the name rolling off his tongue like butter. “It's interesting how they'd go so far to recruit a nameless guide like me.”
“The association is willing to extend all means necessary in order to achieve success in this state of national emergency, including waking up a god tier Esper. Based on genetic testing, you seem to have the most potential compatibility despite being a D rank. Rest assured, if we find any other guides, we will have them take over afterwards.”
Till couldn't complain, the money he had been offered was in the millions, enough to get him out of his bastard father's debt owed to some shady loan sharks.
“Are there any more questions, if not, let us begi-”
Till glanced up curiously, wondering why Dr Clinton had cut herself off, her brown eyes stared behind him with shock and barely hidden fear and Till turned around, stopping himself from backing away when he noticed Ivan who had been unconscious was staring directly at him with crimson pupils.
“Is he supposed to do that?” Till asked, gaze unable to leave Ivan who merely watched Till from where he stood.
“No, im-impossible, he should have taken at least a week to wake up.” Dr Clinton answered shakily.
“Hm. Hey asshole, go back to sleep.” Till tapped at the glass. Ivan's eyelids flickered, attention drifting to where Till finger had been before his eyes closed obediently. “That was easier than expected.”
He looked back to see Dr Clinton staring at him aghast, face pale before she cleared her throat, “I think we should wait before you guide him, I must report this to my seniors.”
“Sure.” Till said, if anything, he had all the time in the world.
-
It was only a few days later Till got the call with a green flag, he guessed the association really was desperate to get the show on the road if they had someone personally monitoring the situation.
Standing in front of the familiar body, except now clothed and dried but still very much asleep, Till glanced in the direction of the camera monitoring the two.
Dr Clinton had promised it'd be switched off should Till deem it necessary to give Ivan a deeper guiding but for now, everyone's breath was held as they observed him and Ivan like test subjects which honestly wasn't far from what they were.
“My name is Till.” Till introduced himself, “Though you may have heard it in passing but its well, just manners, I guess. I've got that at least.”
He stood there lamely, before reaching a finger to poke Ivan's cheek. It was soft, cool but just warm enough to hint at the thrum of life if not the steady rise and fall of Ivan's chest.
“I will begin guiding you.” Till said, feeling awkward speaking to a sleeping person.
He slid his fingers between Ivan's hand, noticing the difference of his own calloused palms against Ivan's smooth skin. Ivan's hands were pretty—nails trimmed neatly, fingers long and thin, perfect to become a world renowned pianist.
Till hummed a melody, a lullaby his mother had sang long before she passed, it always worked in soothing his nerves.
Guiding came naturally to Till, the exchange of energy or receiving it felt like soft tingles, a flood of warmth spreading from where an esper and guide was connected and in their case, from Ivan's hand to his.
The efficiency was dependant on a guide’s rank, Till wasn't bad per say, he was just pretty average in terms of it and could have signed up for a low level guild however, knowing how they tended to treat guides with ranks like his was enough for him to choose struggling with odd jobs to pay his rent and bills, food on the table was luck.
When the final note slipped from his mouth, Till glanced up, taking note of how some colour had returned to Ivan's previous pallid appearance that he still managed to make look attractive.
Till removed his hands— or well attempted to because Ivan had somehow managed to grip onto Till's hands as if they were a lifeline somewhere in between when he lost focus to guide.
“Uh, can you let go of me?” Till asked, tugging at his fingers to no avail, “Please?”
Ivan's hands remained tightly holding onto Till, Till could feel his hands become slightly clammy as he failed to escape.
“Till-ssi, what appears to be the matter?” Dr Clinton spoke from an intercom Till had pressed.
“He won't let go of me.”
“His vitals appear normal, hm, perhaps he's already formed a connection with you.”
“What? We've only met twice, and one doesn't even count because he's unconscious.” The incredulity didn't escape Till's tone.
“Yes, well, your compatibility is a miracle in itself. Though not quite as high as the other…try talking to him, before he went berserk, 001 had quite an amiable temperament.”
Till huffed, releasing the button of the intercom as he sat back down beside the bed Ivan lay.
“Hey, I know you can hear me. The other scientists said you are aware of your surroundings.”
Nothing.
Till groaned, “Listen, I need to do stuff, I left my laundry outside and I need to eat, you know, normal things? Can you let go of my hand?”
“Why are you not letting go? Are you touch starved or something?”
“Oh wait.” Till said with realisation, “You are touch starved? Well I'm going to be your guide either way so it's not like I won't come back, you're kinda stuck with me until I die or some shit.”
“Hey, you bastard, I'm telling you I'll be back, can you release my hand already?” Till shook their clasped hands with some frustration, surprisingly, he managed to slip his fingers out.
Till stared at his hand in some awe, “Wow, even SS Espers can have a childish side. Alright, see you later, Ivan.”
Till stood up and quickly shut the door behind him. He missed the curve of Ivan's lips raising ever the slightest.
-
On Till's fifth guiding, Ivan had gained his consciousness, startling Till so bad he had fallen off his chair.
“Give a man some warning, dickhead!” Till gasped between his pounding heart, getting up from the floor.
Ivan blinked at Till before a smile graced his face making his eyes twinkle and brows relax, he looked much younger, Till thought. And handsome in an ethereal outworldly way.
“Hello, Till.” Ivan said, voice low and molten in a way that tickled at Till’s ribs. Ivan's intonation was soft and despite his inactive vocal chords, he didn't rasp when he spoke.
“Hey, yeah, hello.” Till nodded before raising a hand, “One second-”
But before he could reach for the intercom, fingers, pale and slender wrapped around his wrist stopping him.
“Is something wrong?”
“Huh? No?” Till replied with confusion, ignoring the way his heart was misbehaving, probably nervousness. “Since you're awake, I should let the scientists know.”
“That is unnecessary, they can see us through the camera. We should spend some time getting to know each other instead, since you're my guide and I, your esper.”
Till stared at Ivan, the other simply remained smiling at him until Till coughed, “Su-Sure.”
Ivan released Till's hand and sat up, though his touch seemed to remain seared around his wrist, “What do you want to know?”
Ivan seemed to consider his question seriously, “Have you guided anyone before me?”
The question was unexpected, Till saw no reason to lie so he nodded, “Well yeah, most guides have. It'd be weird if I didn't.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty five this June.”
“The song that you sang the first time you guided me, what is its name?”
“Doesn't have one, it was something my Ma sang to me.”
“Are you romantically involved with anyone?”
Till flushed pink, whether it was embarrassment at the question itself or his answer was uncertain, “...no.”
“Hmm, what do you like eating?”
“Spicy food, I like tteokbokki and buldak. I also like meat in general.”
“Do you have a dream?”
“A dream?” Till paused at the unexpected question, “Get rich, I guess?”
“Do you have anything you wish to ask of me?” Ivan turned the conversation around seemingly satisfied, “It is hardly fair for me to be the only one receiving answers.”
“Well…” Till trailed off, unsure where to start. He was curious about many things related to Ivan but he wasn't even sure if he could ask them. He settled for something simple, “How old are you?”
Ivan smiled at the question, oddly pleased, “Twenty six.”
“That means you went berserk at nineteen?” Till's words spilled from his tongue before his brain could catch up, his eyes darted to Ivan, relaxing when the other's expression didn't change.
Ivan nodded, “I had entered three S dungeons in a row without being guided for half a year.”
“Why didn't you get guided?”
“They were incompatible, I would go through several A rank guides per guiding session but due to the sudden influx of dungeons, a lot of them ended up dead.”
Till recalled the incident, he had been in his last year of highschool then and had spent most of his time in shelters because of the unpredictability of the dungeons. They had ended up stabilising a few months later, around the time Ivan had fallen into a coma according to what Dr Clinton had told him.
“Wait, what about S rank guides? I'd think they'd keep you on priority since you're a high class esper.”
“There weren't any.” Ivan answered simply, lifting one shoulder.
“How old were you when you…” Till backtracked, feeling his question was going off into sensitive territory.
“It's okay, you can ask.” Ivan encouraged.
Till hesitated, “How old were you when you first entered dungeons?”
“I believe I was ten.”
“Ten?” Till's shock was palpable.
“The first dungeon I encountered was in elementary school, I manifested as an esper and cleared the dungeon. It was around then I was taken in by the association and trained appropriately.”
“So you weren't raised within the association?”
Ivan shook his head, “I had a fairly normal childhood. I'd say the only difference was I was monitored by an A rank esper who played the role of my guardian.”
Till nodded, digesting the information. He was about to ask something else when the sound of someone knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts.
Dr Clinton walked in, nodding at Till and then at Ivan who remained smiling but Till noticed there was an edge to it. Something that was a complete 180 from earlier. “Good to have you back, 001.”
“Likewise.”
“How are you feeling, any pain or aches?” Dr Clinton asked and as Ivan shook his head, continued, “We'll be taking you out for standard tests. Has Guide Till-ssi provided sufficient guiding?”
“Till is perfect.” Ivan answered simply, his words had heat rush to Till’s cheeks as they shared a glance.
Till cleared his throat “Uh, I'll take my leave then?”
“You may see yourself out, Till-ssi.”
Till nodded at the clear dismissal before turning to Ivan, “See you later, Ivan.”
“Until we meet again, Till.”
-
Ivan was cleared to enter dungeons within a few weeks of tests and scans and all sorts of other medical jargon that flew over Till's head.
The association also confirmed Ivan could be reinstated as the guild leader of Moraesigye—a top ranked guild that Ivan owned before going berserk. It would take a month or so to sort out the details and Till's life in-between had grown hectic from being Ivan's guide. He had never stepped foot into the association after receiving his guide licence when he had awakened years ago but now, Till had become familiar with the different receptionists and even the security guards.
It wasn't long before Ivan convinced Till to pack his life within a single pitiful box and move in—how Till managed to get swayed over was between him and Ivan and not even the association offering a new contract would make him spill, not that they would be interested to begin with.
Till was currently pressed beneath the esper sucking marks into his skin—guiding Ivan had become a regular occurrence and as Ivan became more physically able, Till often found himself a mess of dripping fluids.
The first time had been never ending, Ivan showcasing his stamina until Till passed out and continuing for days, only stopping when Till needed a break.
Till shuddered as cold fingers pressed against his stomach, feeling the slight bulge of Ivan's throbbing length that had already spilled a few times inside of Till.
“Ivan…” Till panted, removing his arm covering his eyes, but not even that could prevent the intensity of Ivan's dark eyes glimmering fixatedly on Till.
“Can we kiss, Till?” Ivan asked, eyeing Till's lips already bitten until they were red.
Till nodded, gasping as Ivan's dick pressed deeper when he leant down to connect their lips, it was slow, almost calculative combined with the way Ivan was rocking inside of him.
Till didn't have the strength to hold his legs up, instead they were held down by Ivan's palms. Till moaned, insides clenching with raw need as Ivan brought him to his climax, his pleasure peeked in waves as tears dripped from his eyes, moans muffled by Ivan's tongue.
Kissing had become Ivan's favourite addiction, he would always find an opportune moment to lock lips with Till in a way that would leave Till wanting for more, embarrassingly like Pavlov's dog.
Till concluded Ivan was dangerous as he shuddered, a whine escaping his lips as Ivan didn't stop thrusting, his pleasure continued until it was almost painful.
“Shh, You're taking me so well, being such a good boy for me.” Ivan murmured against Till's ear, nuzzling against his cheek.
Till's fingers clenched at Ivan's bare shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath tensing as Ivan bore his weight down, resting his arms on either side of Till as his legs were pressed to his chest and over Ivan's shoulders.
“Aren't you being-ngh- greedy?”
“Hm?”
“You're-ha- getting guided everyday. Do you even need it that mmn-much?” Till asked, he could feel the edges of his vision fading, exhaustion settling in. Being a guide meant his body was more fitter than an average person but even Till had his limits, he had lost count of how many times he had come—they had been going at it for hours.
“Doesn't it feel good? You feel so good for me Till, I think I'm addicted to this.” Ivan said, with an annoying smile on his face.
Till stretched his neck, biting at Ivan's cheek in complaint and leaving a crescent of teeth shaped marks, “Don't even think about it…just…ha, hurry.”
“Hold on, I'll finish quickly, I don't want my guide to struggle.”
That was the only warning Till got before Ivan fucked into him fast and deep, Till couldn't escape, his body pressed down by Ivan as the other rapidly moved his hips. Till's cunt throbbed, trembling with pleasure that stalled his thoughts, leaving him as nothing but a vessel of hedonism.
It was hot, their skin sticky with sweat. Till could feel Ivan's heavy breaths against his neck before teeth sunk into the sensitive skin, sending shockwaves of heat down Till's stomach.
“Ivan-” Till cried out, nails digging into the pale skin of Ivan's shoulders—he tossed his head back, biting his lip as he sobbed, vision whitening as his muscles spasmed and toes curled- “I'm coming-fuck-ngh-Ivan.”
“Cum for me.” Ivan said, sucking in a breath as Till's slick walls clenched around his cock, milking out his own orgasm.
Till was so full, his stomach ached slightly with how stuffed he was before he gave in to his exhaustion with heavy eyelids.
When Till woke up, Ivan wasn't anywhere near him. He cursed at Ivan, his hips ached, the bite marks Ivan had pressed into his thighs, chest and neck didn't hurt as much—Ivan had cleaned Till up and applied ointment over them, there was water on the night stand beside him that Till immediately reached for.
A quick check of his phone confirmed Ivan’s whereabouts, apparently a S rank dungeon had opened and there weren't any S rank espers on standby.
Till sighed, closing his eyes once more.
-
Dr Clinton sat opposite Till, pushing her glasses higher up her nose as she scanned her clipboard before looking at him. Till was alone within the sterile space of the clinical office.
Ivan was waiting outside as he usually did when there were no dungeons for him to enter or guild duties to attend to.
“It is vital you answer all questions honestly for your own benefit, Till-ssi. Whilst 001's continues to be monitored, the association is rather curious on how the both of you managed to bond so soon.”
Till was wondering that too if he was being honest. Finding out they had bonded came as a shock, usually, bonding between an esper and a guide required a deep emotional connection as much as it did physical as well as a good sync rate. Whilst currently, Till was the only one to the association's knowledge with a sync rate of 89% with Ivan, it didn't mean they wouldn't stumble across a guide with a better rate and rank. Ivan would definitely benefit from having an S rank guide as opposed to Till who was a D rank.
“We don't have plans to attempt breaking it.” Dr Clinton said, eyes flitting so fast to the door that Till almost believed he hallucinated the break from her impeccably neutral expression. “And since there are no negative side effects to you, it should be fine.”
“I get it, bonding helps with guiding and It's not a big deal.” Till started with a frown.
Dr Clinton nodded in a go ahead manner so Till continued, “As far as I'm aware, if a guide's rank is lower than an esper, they end up getting depleted of their guiding as they get filled with energy quicker.”
“That is the usual case, correct. Is there an issue with how often you need to guide 001?”
Till shook his head, “No, I can guide Ivan from critical levels to a stable zone before I get depleted.” Till didn't add that Ivan treated sex like his new fix. If the esper was more overbearing, he would have definitely spoiled Till, kept him in his penthouse 24/7 so he could fuck Till whenever and wherever.
Dr Clinton blinked at that, “Are you sure you're a D rank, Till-ssi?”
“I was tested as soon as I awakened, besides, doesn't the association also have my information?”
“Well the guide's rank doesn't matter as much as compatibility though they usually go hand in hand.” Dr Clinton answered thoughtfully. “Is there any strain on your body? S ranks and above can make guiding slightly strenuous.”
Till flushed at the insinuation—whilst guiding sessions with Ivan initially had left him dried out, the intensity decreased as long as Till guided Ivan daily, though that came with its own set of issues. At least Till could leave the bed with wobbly legs as opposed to feeling like he had gotten run over by a train.
“Nope! Everything is fine.” Till answered a little faster than he would've liked, ignoring the way Dr Clinton peered over the rims of her glasses before nodding professionally.
“Your next appointment details will be sent to you via text, thank you for attending this appointment Guide Till-ssi”
Till nodded his own thanks before leaving. Ivan was standing outside, perking up at the sight of Till.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” Till replied absentmindedly before glancing at Ivan who already was looking back. “Don't you have important guild stuff to do? Should the guild leader even be this free?”
“I always have time for you.”
Till's lips opened and then closed before opening again, his words coming out as a stutter, “H-how can you say embarrassing shit like that.”
“Embarrassing? But I'm just being honest?” Ivan said, tilting his head in a way that reminded Till of a puppy.
Till walked a little faster, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat. Unfortunately Ivan was taller and had the annoying ability to match Till's pace regardless of how fast he walked.
At the end of it, Till was huffing in front of a cafe whilst Ivan looked as well kept as ever, not a single strand out of place. Till wondered if the only time Ivan's perfect demeanour broke was during sex—when Ivan's hair would fall over his eyes, ruffled by Till's hands and his exposed back bearing the marks of Till's nails.
Till shook away the thoughts with flushed cheeks, they really weren't helping in cooling his body down.
A bright poster of an advertised drink caught his eye, something that looked a little too sweet for his taste but it gave him an excuse to do something other than be a victim of Ivan's growing colloquial way of speaking.
“Do you want that?” Till pointed at the drink, Ivan slowly looked away from Till's face, from his finger and finally at the poster. Till watched impatiently as Ivan regarded the poster with an undeserving intensity.
Dark eyes turned back to Till.
Till knew Ivan liked sweet things, finding out Ivan had a sweet tooth had been a pleasant surprise. Ivan was like a box that had been found in the corners of a forgotten attic, delving further into the box led to new discoveries that only encouraged to be investigated.
They walked out the cafe with two cool drinks, Ivan was eagerly sipping his. Till took two gulps down before deciding it wasn't for him and handed it over to Ivan once Ivan finished his own drink.
“Answer me seriously.”
“Okay.” Ivan agreed, easy enough.
“Why did you bond with me?” Till asked, it was something he had been wondering for weeks. It had been three months since Ivan had woken up, two when they bonded, and one since Ivan became guild leader of Moraesigye.
Moraesigye had their own devoted guides, all ranking at A class or above much to the envy of other guilds but considering it was Moraesigye that had taken the lead with the unstable dungeons seven years ago, the other guilds had no choice but to bow their heads. Not even the association batted an eyelid when Moraesigye contracted newly awakened high class guides despite being the supposed national representative of espers for South Korea.
Ivan could have any other guide but he refused to go through compatibility testing.
“You're my guide, Till.” Ivan answered, pulling Till away from his mulling, “and we made a promise.”
“Promise?” Till asked because as far as his memory extended, he couldn't recall anything about making a promise to Ivan that revolved around him being Ivan's bonded or only guide. It wasn't like it was strange for an esper to have more than one guide, and officially, Till wasn't exactly Ivan's guide either—in name only.
Despite the blow up of Ivan after being released from the association and the news of him gaining consciousness topping the headlines for a few weeks straight before the news of his comeback with Moraesigye topped even that—there was no publicising of Till being Ivan's guide. Of course, the association had signed an NDA on their behalf to keep Till private, if Ivan wanted to, he could make that information known.
Till wasn't contracted to Ivan, he was still technically working with the association where most guides who didn't join guilds remained for protection. With things like forced guiding existing, guide abuse wasn't uncommon.
“You're stuck with me until you die.” Ivan said, the pupils of his eyes almost swallowed his iris as he regarded Till in a way that made Till almost choke on his spit from how his breath stopped—It held a weight Till was unsure how to interpret and he looked away, chewing at his bottom lip.
-
Till sat on the couch as he scrolled through his phone mindlessly, barely paying any attention to what he was watching.
Ivan was at the headquarters of his guild, responsibilities tugging him away from being inside Till much to Till's relief. Even now, his pussy was wet, underwear damp with how often Till guided Ivan. Till wondered if all S rank espers were this committed when it came to guiding, or perhaps Ivan was just the odd one out considering he was in a league of his own.
Till sighed, readjusting his position for the fourth time in that half an hour he decided his room was too stifling since he couldn't concentrate when he picked up a pencil despite the monitored temperature and consistent air flow.
The apartment sitting on the top of a luxurious high rise was too silent, and the space more alien with only Till being inside. He should have gotten used to it by now, solitude wasn't new to Till but living with someone made Till feel restless now that the silence was so much louder.
Another sigh escaped his lips, Till leaned over the armrest, upper half dangling towards the floor as he tossed his phone somewhere and closed his eyes.
“Fuck this.” Till grumbled, shifting his body again so he lay facing up with only his hips on the couch. He was bored, he was annoyed, there was a feeling welling up that Till was trying hard to stuff back down because it was embarrassing to admit that he was lonely and that he definitely did not miss throwing jabs at Ivan.
Thinking of Ivan, Ivan had cut his long hair into something stylish and he resembled a top model more than the emperor of some ancient drama. His hair rested just below his ear and Ivan's bangs fell across his forehead when it wasn't styled back making him look younger.
Till would be blind to not see that Ivan was beautiful despite his questionable behaviour and he had pitch perfect eyesight. Ivan's fingers were long and cool and whenever they touched Till, they would warm up to match Till's body temperature. His lips were always moisturised, compared to Till who'd occasionally remember he had a tube of lip balm stashed somewhere in his drawers.
Till rolled himself off, landing on his knees and got back on, reclining against the couch. Till couldn't ignore the way his hole throbbed any longer, simply remembering the way Ivan had rolled him over to his stomach and lifted his hips before fucking into him made his insides clench with need.
Till could hear the ghost of Ivan's voice whispering praise when he dropped his fingers over his crotch. Heat pooling low in anticipation as Till thought back to how Ivan's mouth felt, licking his tears and sweat and biting into his collarbone and neck like a starved animal.
The line between professionalism and impropriety blurred, it was a line that both him and Ivan had crossed under indirect mutuality.
Perhaps, Till should care more, should put a stop to whatever was changing between them because he was supposed to be a guide and Ivan an esper and that should have been the extent of their relationship but, Till who had already been complicit coupled with Ivan's bordering obsession made the sex mean more than just guiding. Till knew, and Ivan knew that Till knew but he was just as indulgent if not more to turn a blind eye.
Till pulled at the band of his sweatpants, jolting when he let it snapback. The sting of pain added to the desire, Ivan loved leaving marks and Till had begun associating the heady mix of pleasure and pain with Ivan.
When his fingers slipped between his folds, the slick sticking to his pussy wasn't surprising.
Till sighed, leaning his hand back as he pushed his hand lower, where his hole throbbed around a finger he slid inside. It was too empty and not nearly as deep as Till needed it, Till hadn't even known it was possible for him to cum from fingers alone until Ivan had spent half an hour fingering him to orgasm over orgasm.
“Ivan…” Till breathed, arching his back to feed in more of his fingers but the angle hurt his wrists and with a frustrated noise, he pulled back to press down against his clit instead, closing his eyes as he focused on how good it felt.
With a shuddered inhale, Till rubbed his fingers more insistently, feeling the way his thighs twitched every time he pressed right. With his other free hand, Till bought it up beneath his shirt, gliding it across his stomach to his chest in an imitation of Ivan.
His nipples were perked up, stimulated with every brush of his finger combined with the blood rushing to his aching cunt, Till moaned out Ivan's name, oblivious to the click of heels that walked in as Till was too busy gasping and begging the Ivan in his head for more.
Hands grasping around his wrist startled Till out of his fantasies, his eyes snapped open with a shaky exhale as heat bloomed beneath his cheeks. “Iv-Ivan!”
“Mhn, were you bored waiting for me? If I had known this was what you were up to, I would have returned sooner.”
Till swallowed as Ivan brushed his lips against Till's cheek, the shame from being caught disappearing as Ivan leaned over with hunger in his expression.
It didn't cross Till's mind to reply to Ivan until the other slid his tongue inside Till's mouth and by then his words were muffled by Ivan's mouth. It was easy to surrender when Ivan replaced Till's fingers with his own, groaning in delight at how wet and slick Till already was as he toyed with Till's clit.
Ivan pulled away, tugging at Till's lower lip before letting go. A low chuckle escaped his mouth as Till chased after it and spiteful-ly tugged at Ivan's hair in retaliation.
“Do you need to be guided?” Till asked knowing full well the answer was no, but it had become somewhat of a game to use guiding as an excuse.
“Yeah.” Ivan breathed, pulling away to slip off his suit jacket and remove his tie.
Till felt his hole clench as he watched Ivan pop his top buttons off.
Till stopped Ivan when he reached for him and instead pushed him to sit down before clambering over Ivan's lap.
Ivan's hands rested on the curve of Till's waist, this way, Till could meet Ivan's eyes directly and a sudden wave of confidence kept Till holding Ivan's gaze. This close, Till caught the way Ivan's lashes fluttered and his throat bobbed slowly, his hands squeezed Till with slight impatience.
Till let his weight bear down on Ivan, knowing Ivan was fully capable of fucking him standing up for hours straight. Till could feel the heat of Ivan's tented crotch and Till shivered.
“You're hard already?” Till asked mockingly, smug little grin on his face and Ivan regarded him for a second before rolling his hips up in a way that made Till choke on his words and scramble to hold onto Ivan's shoulders.
“Yes I am hard, Till.” Ivan nodded, watching as Till's hands dropped to undo the clasp of his belt, “Anyone would be if they saw what I walked into but, it's a good thing only I can, hm?”
Till's fingers slipped, “Ah- I-I guess you're lucky then.”
“Very lucky.” Ivan echoed, sounding a little bit too happy and Till shot him a glare.
Still, Till had something he wanted and Ivan had the something that Till wanted so he eagerly undid Ivan's pants so his dick could spring free. It was hard and already leaking pathetically at the top—feeling merciful, Till stroked the length, not attempting to hide his smirk at the way Ivan's hips jolted up.
“Bet you could cum like this.”
“I could, but you like it when I fill you up with it instead.”
“I never said that!’ Till's grip tightened, it must have been painful but Ivan’s pleasured sigh only reinforced Till's belief in him being a slight masochist.
“Mn, no you didn't but I can tell.” Ivan teased.
“Whatever, asshole.” Till cursed, he didn't need to stretch himself, not with how often Till ‘guided’ Ivan. Till lifted his hips, balancing on Ivan's shoulder as he slid the tip of Ivan's cock inside with a moan until it was fully inside of him, stretching his clenching hole.
Till lifted himself, about to fuck down and enjoy taking the charge for once when Ivan snapped his hips up, tugging Till down by his waist and all thoughts escaped his brain as a soundless scream escaped his lips.
“Iv-Ivan! You-ah- you fucker!” Till sobbed, even through his teary eyed vision, he could see the way Ivan was smiling.
“You like this, you like when I pretend to give you control and take it away from you.” Ivan groaned, voice rougher than usual as he bounced Till on his dick. Enraptured by the way Till clung to him desperately like he was addicted to Ivan's cock and didn't want Ivan to stop and Ivan wouldn't be, anytime soon at least.
“I-I, No, it isn't-ngh- you're the pervert-”
“Just me?”
“Yeah- it's yo-you-oh fuck.” Till stuttered, feeling his climax build but before he could topple over the edge, Ivan dropped Till on his cock and stopped lifting him up. Till sniffed, “Why? Why did you-hic- stop?”
“Don't you want to move on your own? My guide is so eager but I'm definitely the perverted one here.” Ivan's smile was sharp, a little cruel as he regarded the desperate mess that Till was.
“I-I hate you-” Till moaned, lifting himself on shaking before dropping down. Ivan's encouraging words of praise pushed him to continue seeking his pleasure despite the growing burn of his thighs. Till didn't want to stop, not when it felt so good and he was so close.
“Ivan-ngh- Ivan too deep, it's too deep.” Till wailed with aborted gasps, his hands scratched at Ivan's chest, unable to handle the heady build of pleasure coiling in his gut.
Till was raising his hips, slamming them down against Ivan desperate to chase his pleasure. Guiding flowed naturally without second thought as Till lost himself to the jolts of pleasure his greedy hole brought him, squeezing around Ivan's cock.
“But you're taking me so well, Till. See, your hips are shaking, I don't even need to move.” Ivan grunted as he thrusted into Till, biting his lip at how tight and wet Till was as Till's hole squeezed his dick.
“N-No, I'm not, I'm not-ah-” Till gasped before he was coming with a cry, head thrown back as he shakily grinded down—trying to prolong the agonising way his clit throbbed until Ivan gripped his thighs and fucked up, driving Till into overstimulation mercilessly with each thrust of his hips.
Till sobbed, tears down his cheek as he was made to take Ivan's cock, his nails dug into Ivan's chest. “Ivan-mnn- Ivan please, too much-I can't-”
“You can, Till. You can take a lot more.” Ivan cut Till's pleading off as the other cursed him through another orgasm. Till's body shook and his toes curled against the cushions of the couch as he felt Ivan fill him. Surrender was easy.
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“Sign this.”
Till glanced at the stack of papers Ivan placed in front of him during the early hours of breakfast. Till was the furthest from being a morning person so Ivan kindly placed a disposable coffee cup in his hands that was still piping hot.
Once Till downed half of the caffeine doused liquid, the sleepy fog released its clutches and he turned to read the bold title in font size Twenty four.
“A guide contract?” Till asked, “but I'm already licensed?”
“A guide contract with Moraesigye to be my exclusive guide.” Ivan corrected, “Since you seemed to be misled.”
“What would I be confused about?” Till grumbled, just the slightest bit annoyed Ivan thought he would fall down a rabbit hole if left unattended.
“You're my guide, Till.”
Till raised an eyebrow, “Yes?”
“No.” Ivan said and before Till's eye could twitch and ask Ivan what the big deal was, Ivan emphasised, “ my guide. My only guide, now and in the future.”
“But what if there's a better guide? I know we're bonded but-”
“No.”
“You bastard, let me speak-”
“No. There will never be any guide except you. If you break this bond, I will never allow myself to be guided again by anyone else.”
“You'll end up berserk? Are you listening to yourself?” Till yelled, smashing his (thankfully empty) coffee cup on the kitchen's island.
Ivan nodded, unflinching at Till's mounting anger, “Therefore you can't leave me. It's either you as my guide or nobody.” Ivan waited for Till to respond but in the growing silence, tilted his head in the direction of the pile of documents, “Please sign this, Till.”
Till weighed his options before sighing, “But what about with the association-”
“You don't need to concern yourself with that, I've sorted it out.”
Till wanted to ask what and how but he stared blankly at the space between Ivan's brows before picking up the pen.
“Wait.”
“What now?” Till snapped before flinching at his tone and doubled back, “sorry, it's too early.”
Ivan easily waved off Till's concerns, “Make sure you read the last page at the very least. And add anything you want to amend.”
Till rolled his eyes, flicking to the very last page and scanned over the very generous clauses, generous in the sense he was probably receiving a lot of benefits. It was clear Ivan had personally written out every sentence, possession dripping from the statements indicating Till's guiding was for Ivan only and printed in bold at the bottom were words that made Till flush.
“Tha-That- you shameless asshole, who the fuck proposes on a guide contract? Take me out on dates first.”
“Whatever my guide wants.”