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Till trembles as he slowly sinks on Ivan’s cock, swallowing him bit by bit, until he bottoms out with a choked out moan. A furious flush decorates his skin, the blush high on his shoulders, neck, and cheeks. All that is left on him is the hospital ID, the stockings, and a pair of bunny ears seated atop his ruffled hair. All in contrast to Ivan’s daily doctor attire.
So cute and insatiable, ready to be devoured ever since dark eyes landed on him earlier this morning. Ivan doesn’t remember the moment he took the nurse to his doctor’s office, too excited by the prospect of Till dressed in such a sinful outfit to resist any longer. And if it wasn’t thrilling enough, Till didn’t offer any protests— no, he simply gave himself to Ivan the moment their mouths met in a filthy kiss, eager to straddle the man on his big chair.
“I-Ivan,” Till gasps.
“Mm?”
As Ivan tightens his grip on Till’s small waist, it earns him another moan that Ivan follows through as hot walls clench on his length. It takes every bit of his scattered sanity to not buck his hips into Till just yet and marvel at his warmth.
“Move,” Till orders, yet sounds like he’s pleading with his half-lidded, teal eyes already glistening with tears.
But Ivan is distracted. He watches Till’s leaking cock like a hawk, mouth watering at the sight. Yet what almost forces an early orgasm out of Ivan is what lies above.
With a groan, Ivan’s big, gloved hands slide lower and grab at the meat of Till’s ass and knead like it’s dough, blissfully listening to Till’s groan that he soon matches with his own once his eyes focus on the bulge in his boyfriend’s stomach. He lets out a shaky exhale and ignores Till’s restless, impatient whine; with a slightly manic smile, he grins, revealing his protruding tooth that digs into his bottom lip.
“Take that in your mouth,” Ivan murmurs as he reaches for the hospital ID and brings it up, meeting Till’s hot gaze. He obliges, his eyes downcast, so ravishing. “Good.”
Till trembles at the praise and suddenly rotates his hips, making them both moan. Not yet. Ivan closes his hands around Till’s waist once more to keep him from moving, earning himself a frustrated groan. Good. Till is always desperate when riled up.
“We should perform an evaluation check first,” Ivan offers with an innocent smile.
Till blinks at him with adorable confusion, but Ivan hums with feigned ignorance. He lets go of Till briefly, only to reach for the stethoscope he’s had around his neck all this time, puts the ear tips in, and then brings his left hand to rest around Till’s waist while the right one reaches for the bell. He lifts the diaphragm, but instead of pressing it to Till’s chest…
“Hmm, I see~.”
Ivan presses the metal to the side of the bulge, the sensation enough to bite his lip to stifle a moan. Till, on the other hand, whimpers with his mouth preoccupied, trembling again. Encouraged, Ivan moves the diaphragm to the right then, momentarily fixated on the heartbeat loud in his ears: Till’s, or his own, his cock pulsating. He feels himself twitch inside, just as Till leaks more precum onto his shirt. Ivan is never washing it again.
“The baby’s heartbeat is very strong~,” Ivan announces happily, delighted in the embarrassment that overtakes Till’s features.
“Nnh…!”
The words are incomprehensible through the hospital ID still in Till’s mouth, yet his frustrated expression seems to be saying, ‘shut up and fuck me properly already!’ And really, who is Ivan to not give in to this plea?
Having teased Till enough, Ivan abandons the stethoscope with a loud clank on the floor. If it breaks, it doesn’t matter — he has enough money to buy plenty, and he cannot hold it back any longer. Not when Till looks at him with such need and desperation seeping from behind his annoyance. Ivan’s free hand joins the other, and once they both close around Till’s waist with enough strength that promises bruising, Ivan lifts the nurse, then snaps his hips.
“A-ah!”
The ID falls out of Till’s mouth on the impact as it hangs open now, a symphony of moans escaping it every time Ivan impales him on his cock, thrusting upwards into that welcoming heat. The bunny headband sinks to the side, close to falling off, but as cute as it looks on Till, Ivan is too busy to fix it. Still, he takes Till’s jumping up and down ID and brings it to his boyfriend’s face.
“Hold it,” Ivan orders, his voice thick and deep.
Till attempts to close his lips around the ID, but it only takes seconds for it to fall out as his mouth hangs open with more whines and moans Ivan knows by heart now, yet never tires of this beautiful symphony only he can cause to exist.
“Can’t even do that? Feeling too good?” Ivan teases, but he’s already losing his composure. The heat of Till’s body is the addiction Ivan gladly fell victim to.
“Taking me so well,” Ivan breathes out when there’s no response, dark eyes almost unblinking, stuck on the leaking dick bouncing in front of him with each snap of his hips. “Aren’t you… hah… scared that someone will hear us?”
Till’s body has already grown boneless, held by Ivan’s hands. He can barely keep his head straight as Ivan fucks into him with purpose, lewd, wet noises filling the office.
“S-shut up, y-you—”
Till doesn’t finish as Ivan rams hard into his prostate; the tears he kept at bay finally flowing down his red cheeks as a loud moan, close to a scream, comes out instead.
“..van!” he cries, his body in tremors as he clenches around the doctor. He digs the nails into Ivan’s thighs, and the sting makes Ivan moan in turn. “T-there…ah! Fuck, p-please,” he babbles.
Ivan stares from behind his black bangs at the mess he’s making, at the fluids leaking from Till’s hole every time Ivan pounds into him, as if those insides were made just for him alone, at the lewd noises accompanying it, and at the tip of his length that reappears in Till’s stomach. With a groan, he slides one hand behind and grabs Till’s ass and spreads the cheek, marveling at the whimper his boyfriend lets out.
“You’re so perfect,” Ivan tells him in a low voice with intensity many would run from, but Till only clenches around him, Ivan’s name between his moans.
Ivan brings the hand back and presses it against the bulge, his hips stuttering for a moment as he groans, “Think I could knock you up for real now?”
Till throws his head back and suddenly comes untouched all over Ivan’s shirt, spasming and shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. He looks utterly debauched, so easy to break. So out of it he starts hiccupping, no word of protest as Ivan continues to ram into him despite the overstimulation that must have set in. Ivan swoops Till’s release onto his fingers and brings them into his own mouth, groaning at the filthy and yet so wonderful taste they bring.
Then, it takes one look from behind wet eyelashes, all melted, full of lust and need, and Ivan is done for. He forces Till down on his lap as he finally comes, his moan overshadowed by Till’s whine as his own dick spurts out more cum at the feeling of Ivan finally filling him up. He slumps on Ivan from exhaustion, tremors still wracking through his body.
Ivan nuzzles into him, thumbs circling the marks he made around Till’s waist in a comforting manner. He leans to kiss him slowly but deeply, swallowing Till’s moan.
“W-wait…” Till manages once they separate, yet he does nothing to stop Ivan. The man licks away the stray tear that falls down his pink cheek.
Ivan closes his arms around Till so they can be flush against each other. A cheeky smile forms on his face, yet the words he murmurs next are thick and low, “Was that enough for my bunny in heat?”
Till sputters and pushes against his chest, a fresh blush coloring his skin. “Your w-what?! I’m not a—ah!” he cuts himself off once Ivan grinds into him, still so sensitive from the intense orgasm he’s just had.”
Ivan smiles innocently at the glare sent his way.
And so, that day, Ivan’s patients were rebooked for another date.