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Assistant: Title: I just need a hit of your love drug
        Author: nyotalia nyotalia 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Alfred wasn’t exactly sure when he first noticed Ivan.Maybe it was during their first group project. When their Professor paired them off randomly, sending Alfred, grinning wide and overconfident, toward a stoic figure in the back of the classroom.Ivan.Ivan Braginsky.Alfred hadn’t thought much of it at first. Ivan barely spoke above a whisper, his voice low and careful, his Russian accent curling every word into something oddly soothing.Alfred just found it annoying. How calm he always was, how slow he moved, how he’d sometimes glance over at Alfred without saying a word.But after a few late-night meetings at the library, something shifted.Alfred couldn’t put his finger on it.
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              Alfred wasn’t exactly sure when he first noticed Ivan.Maybe it was during their first group project. When their Professor paired them off randomly, sending Alfred, grinning wide and overconfident, toward a stoic figure in the back of the classroom.Ivan.Ivan Braginsky.Alfred hadn’t thought much of it at first. Ivan barely spoke above a whisper, his voice low and careful, his Russian accent curling every word into something oddly soothing.Alfred just found it annoying. How calm he always was, how slow he moved, how he’d sometimes glance over at Alfred without saying a word.But after a few late-night meetings at the library, something shifted.Alfred couldn’t put his finger on it.
            
        

        
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          Alfred wasn’t exactly sure when he first noticed Ivan.Maybe it was during their first group project. When their Professor paired them off randomly, sending Alfred, grinning wide and overconfident, toward a stoic figure in the back of the classroom.Ivan.Ivan Braginsky.Alfred hadn’t thought much of it at first. Ivan barely spoke above a whisper, his voice low and careful, his Russian accent curling every word into something oddly soothing.Alfred just found it annoying. How calm he always was, how slow he moved, how he’d sometimes glance over at Alfred without saying a word.But after a few late-night meetings at the library, something shifted.Alfred couldn’t put his finger on it.There was something about Ivan, a calm, almost detached way he carried himself that had been getting on Alfred’s nerves ever since the first group project.It wasn’t even just the way Ivan answered questions in class, his voice barely lifting above a whisper, always so measured.No —It was the way Ivan’s eyes would flick over to Alfred sometimes.Not like he was judging him.Not like he was interested.But as if he was waiting for something.Alfred hated how much it affected him.He hated how his stomach clenched whenever Ivan’s gaze lingered just a little too long, how his breath caught when Ivan’s hand brushed his — even if it was totally accidental.And yet, every time he caught Ivan looking at him like that — that curious, patient, waiting look —something inside Alfred itched to push him.They ended up sitting together more and more.First because of the project.Then, well, because neither of them really said no.It wasn’t like Alfred didn’t have other friends.Kiku, quiet and polite, sometimes sat with him in the library, studying Japanese literature.Yao, always scowling about how Alfred is always “wasting his time” but somehow still helping Alfred cram for tests.Francis and Arthur, constantly bickering in the background but always showing up hand-in-hand after ten minutes of arguing.Even Ludwig and Feliciano sometimes came by, the German carrying an armload of textbooks while the Italian talked endlessly about pasta and art projects.But when it came time for real studying — when it came time for the late, quiet nights when the library was almost empty, it was always Ivan.Alfred didn’t know how it happened, but he wasn’t about to complain.Not yet.One late night, two months after the project started, they sat side-by-side in the library, shoulders almost touching.Alfred was tapping his pen against his notebook, trying to focus, but his gaze kept sliding sideways.Ivan was reading, flipping the pages with slow, steady fingers.And Alfred couldn’t take it anymore."What's your deal?" Alfred muttered, he almost felt out of place next to Ivan. He'd tried to concentrate on his notes, but the nagging feeling in the back of his mind wouldn't leave.Ivan didn't answer right away, his eyes still tracing the lines of text in front of him. Alfred leaned in, getting just close enough that their shoulders brushed. He could feel the heat of Ivans body next to his, and it sent a spark ofwarmth through his chest.Ivan's voice was low, but steady. "I don't know, Alfred. Maybe I'm trying to figure you out." He froze, staring at Ivan's face, his features soft and unreadable in the soft glow of the library lights. He felt his pulse quicken.He felt heat creep up his neck.“You’re… figuring me out?” he said, a half-laugh caught in his throat. “What does that even mean?”Ivan finally looked at him — full-on, direct — and it felt like Alfred had been punched in the gut.“It means,” Ivan murmured, voice dropping even lower, “that I am curious about you.”Alfred could feel the way his own pulse jumped in his throat.“Curious,” Alfred repeated dumbly, trying to cling to the word like a lifeline.Trying to ignore how close they were, how easy it would be to just — lean in — close the gap —“Da,” Ivan said again, so softly it was almost a whisper.His hand brushed against Alfred’s again.Not accidental.Not even close.Alfred swallowed, feeling the heat rise under his skin.He wanted to say something smart, something cocky, something that would cover up the fact that his heart was pounding so hard he was sure Ivan could hear it — but no words came out.Instead, Ivan shifted closer.Not by much — maybe an inch.Maybe two."You’re doing that thing again," Ivan said suddenly, voice low and amused.Alfred blinked. "What thing?""You look at me like you want to say something... but you don’t."Alfred felt his cheeks flush. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to play it cool."I just... I dunno," he said. "You’re weird, man."Ivan smiled slowly — that infuriating, knowing little smile that made Alfred want to punch him and kiss him in equal measure."Maybe," Ivan said, his voice low and a little amused. "But you're weirder."The words just... hung there.Alfred felt his mouth go dry, his heart thudding a little too hard.Before he even knew what he was doing, he leaned in — barely, just a few inches.Ivan didn’t back away.Instead, his eyes flicked down to Alfred’s mouth for the briefest second. And when he looked back up, his gaze was heavier, like the air had shifted between them.Alfred stopped breathing.Their lips brushed and it hit him harder than it should’ve. Like the ground tilted under his feet.Ivan pulled back, just a little. Enough that Alfred could’ve stepped away if he wanted to.But he didn’t.He couldn’t.Alfred leaned in again, more deliberate this time, and Ivan didn’t hesitate — he met him halfway, kissing him fully.Without thinking, Alfred grabbed the collar of Ivan’s hoodie, pulling him closer, needing to feel him.Ivan made a low, rough sound in the back of his throat — almost a growl — and it sent a shiver right down Alfred’s spine.Ivan deepened the kiss, tilting Alfred’s head back, pressing their bodies closer together.Alfred gasped against his mouth, and Ivan took the opportunity, slipping his tongue between Alfred’s lips.Alfred shivered, clutching tighter at Ivan’s hoodie.He’d kissed before.God, he’d kissed lots of people before.But nothing,  *nothing*  had ever felt like this.It was like being swallowed whole.Like being pulled under, deeper and deeper, with no chance of escape.And the worst part was —Alfred didn’t want to escape.The library was empty, there was a chance someone could walk in on them, but Alfred couldn’t bring himself to care.Not when Ivan’s hands were sliding up under the hem of his t-shirt, fingertips skimming over his stomach.Not when Ivan was pressing closer, slotting their bodies together like two puzzle pieces, like they were meant to fit like this.Not when Ivan was kissing him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.Alfred whimpered softly against his mouth, hips bucking up without thinking — grinding against Ivan’s thigh where it was pressed between his legs.Ivan growled low in his throat. A deep, rumbling sound that sent a full-body shiver through Alfred and he rolled his hips in return, grinding down slowly.Alfred gasped, breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead against Ivan’s shoulder.“Ivan,” he whispered, voice wrecked.Ivan just hummed, low and pleased, dragging his hands up Alfred’s sides under his shirt slowly, just to feel him.He pressed open-mouthed kisses along Alfred’s jaw, down his neck, nipping lightly at the skin.Alfred tilted his head back, giving him better access without even thinking.Ivan chuckled against his throat, sinking his teeth lightly into the sensitive spot just above Alfred’s collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark.Alfred moaned and clutched at Ivan’s shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his hoodie.“You like that?” Ivan murmured against his skin, voice rough and amused.Alfred nodded helplessly, unable to form words.Ivan kissed lower, along his neck and across his shoulder, pushing Alfred’s shirt up higher to expose more skin.He left hickeys along his ribcage, biting and sucking at the soft skin there, marking him shamelessly.Alfred writhed under him, panting, grinding up against Ivan’s upper thigh with desperate little jerks of his hips.The friction was maddening — not enough, never enough — but so good it almost hurt.Ivan’s mouth was a slow trail of heat over his skin, taking his time, dragging his lips and teeth along Alfred’s stomach, up to his chest.Alfred was squirming now, his jeans painfully tight, his body moving on instinct — grinding against Ivan without any shame left in him.“Ivan,” Alfred gasped again, voice cracking.Ivan lifted his head slowly, looking down at him with hooded eyes, a lazy smirk curling his lips.He pressed their foreheads together, letting Alfred feel the heat of him, the slow steady rhythm of his breath.“You are so impatient,” Ivan murmured, teasing.Alfred let out a desperate little laugh, threading his fingers into Ivan’s soft hair and tugging gently.“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,” he breathed.Ivan chuckled low in his chest, a sound that made Alfred’s stomach twist, and leaned down to kiss him again.Ivan groaned into his mouth and started rocking against him, causing Alfred to moan, his whole body arching up into him.The rough press of their jeans, the heat of Ivan’s body against his — it was overwhelming.They moved together, panting into each other’s mouths, grinding slowly.Ivan’s hands roamed over him constantly — sliding under his shirt, squeezing his waist, tracing his ribs, memorizing every inch of him.Every touch made Alfred shudder.Every kiss made him melt a little more.Their hips moved together — slow, grinding, and heavy, with each thrust sending sparks of pleasure shooting up Alfred’s spine.Alfred’s hands were on Ivan’s shoulders. Every breath he took was shaky, every sound he made spilling out without thought. For Ivan, there was just something in his eyes that gave him away. He felt it too, just as deeply. He just didn’t show it the same way.And Ivan just watched him, taking in every little sound, every twitch of Alfred’s body.“You are beautiful like this,” Ivan whispered roughly, grinding down harder.Alfred whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut, overwhelmed.“Ivan—” he choked out.Ivan only kissed him harder, swallowing the sound, grinding against him with agonizing slowness.Alfred felt himself getting closer, his body trembling with the effort to hold on.“Ivan, please,” he gasped, voice cracking, completely wrecked.Ivan finally gave in, grinding down harder, faster, matching Alfred’s frantic pace.Their bodies moved together, frantic now, the friction building higher and higher until Alfred came with a loud, desperate moan, his hips jerking up helplessly.Ivan wasn’t far behind — his breath caught hard in his throat as he pressed his forehead against Alfred’s neck, muffling a broken whimper from his mouth as he came.—Then it was quiet.Just the two of them, clinging to each other in the dim glow of the old library lamps. The air felt thick, like even the building itself was holding its breath.Alfred didn’t say anything.He just stayed there, arms still around Ivan, forehead resting against his. His heart was pounding, not fast anymore, just heavy, like it didn’t quite know how to settle down yet. Ivan didn’t move either. His hand was still on Alfred’s waist, fingers curled in the soft fabric of his shirt, holding on like he didn’t want to let go.Eventually, Ivan leaned in and brushed his nose against Alfred’s cheek. It was so gentle it barely felt real.“Was this… something you wanted?” he asked, like he was almost afraid of the answer.Alfred blinked, lifting his head a little to look at him.Ivan’s face was open in a way Alfred had never seen before. Guard down, defenses lowered, completely vulnerable.It made Alfred’s chest ache.“Yeah,” Alfred said quietly, threading his fingers through Ivan’s pale hair.“I didn’t know how much until… y’know. Until you kissed me.”Ivan smiled — just a small one — but it lit up his whole face.“And now?” he asked.Alfred smiled back, heart pounding, and leaned down to kiss him again — soft and slow this time.“Now I know I want more,” he whispered against his lips.Ivan pulled him closer, arms tightening around Alfred’s waist.They kissed lazily, just slow, deep kisses that made Alfred melt all over again.They didn’t rush.They didn’t need to.Alfred shifted slightly, curling closer into Ivan’s body, his hand resting over Ivan’s chest.He could feel Ivan’s heart beating under his palm — steady and strong.For the first time in a long time, Alfred felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.They stayed like that, just breathing together, touching, exchanging slow kisses and little smiles.And that was when the library door creaked open.“Alfred, you left your d@mn notes—”Arthur’s voice froze mid-sentence.Alfred jerked his head up — and immediately wished he hadn’t.Arthur was standing there in the doorway, holding a folder, staring at them.Alfred and Ivan, still tangled together on the couch, flushed, hair a mess, clothes rumpled, looking very much like they had just… well.Arthur’s face went red.For a second, nobody moved.Nobody breathed.Arthur opened his mouth like he was about to say something,then closed it again.Then opened it again.“You absolute idiots,” Arthur finally muttered, dropping the folder onto the table with a loud smack and turning on his heel.“Use protection!” he shouted over his shoulder as he stormed out of sight.The door slammed behind him.There was a long silence.“Your friends are weird,” he said mildly.“You have no idea,” Alfred managed, still laughing.Ivan smiled and shifted so he could pull Alfred fully onto his chest, wrapping him up in a big, warm hug.Alfred let him, settling against him with a contented sigh.He didn’t care about Arthur.He didn’t care about anything outside that little library room.All he cared about was the way Ivan was holding him, the way his hand stroked slow circles over Alfred’s back.The way he felt safe.Wanted.Loved. Even if neither of them had said it yet.—The next few days passed in a hazy blur.After the library, after Arthur’s very loud, very awkward interruption, Alfred and Ivan fell into a strange rhythm.A rhythm Alfred was starting to crave.It wasn’t just the kissing (though there was a lot of that. Especially between classes, behind doors, anywhere they could find privacy).It was everything else too.The way Ivan would brush his fingers against Alfred’s when they were studying.The way Ivan would sit a little too close in lectures, his knee pressed against Alfred’s under the table.The way his deep voice would murmur teasing little comments into Alfred’s ear when nobody was looking.It made Alfred dizzy.It made him feel like he was living in some kind of dream.On Thursday afternoon, Alfred and his friends had decided to meet up at one of the little cafés near campus just to catch up, blow off steam, and complain about midterms.Alfred showed up with Ivan, both of them laughing about something dumb that happened in their lecture earlier. As they walked in, the group was already sprawled around a big table by the window, half-empty coffee cups and textbooks everywhere."Finally," Arthur muttered, shoving a scone into his mouth. "Took you two long enough.""We had class," Alfred said defensively, sliding into a chair. Ivan sat down beside him, setting his bookbag down with a quiet thump."Class, da," Ivan added, calm as ever. "Alfred is very slow at packing his things."Alfred elbowed him lightly. "Says the guy who took ten years to finish one lab report."Francis snickered into his coffee. "At least you two suffer together."Across the table, Ludwig was already organizing the mess of papers in front of him. "We have a project due next week. I hope you're all preparing adequately.""Luddy, come on," Feliciano whined, resting his head dramatically on Ludwig’s shoulder. "It’s not due for a week! Let's just enjoy today."Kiku, sitting neatly between them, sipped his tea and nodded.Yao rolled his eyes from the seat across from them. "Some of us have three exams next week. I don't have time to 'relax.'""Same," Alfred said with a groan, stretching his legs out under the table. "Dude, I swear, every professor on this campus had a secret meeting and agreed to dump everything on us at once.""Maybe they enjoy our suffering," Arthur said, flipping open his notebook.Francis reached over to steal a bite of Arthur’s scone, earning a sharp glare. "I think they just want to see who cracks first," he said, grinning."Cracks?" Feliciano asked, tilting his head."Like, breaks under pressure," Alfred explained, laughing.Ivan chuckled under his breath. "I think you will be fine, Alfred. You’re... stubborn.""Was that supposed to be a compliment?"Ivan shrugged, looking amused. "Sure."The conversation drifted easily from there — complaints about professors, horror stories about group projects, favorite spots on campus to nap between classes.At one point, Kiku quietly mentioned he had picked up a new part-time job at the library, and everyone congratulated him. Yao ranted about how overpriced the cafeteria food had gotten. Ludwig tried to convince everyone to join a study group, while Feliciano mostly doodled little flowers in the margins of his notebook.It was easy, simple.The kind of night Alfred didn’t realize he missed until he was in the middle of it — everyone laughing, arguing, sharing pieces of their lives like it was nothing.At some point, without even thinking, Alfred let his knee bump against Ivan’s under the table.Ivan didn’t move away.And Alfred didn’t either.---By the time the sky outside the café had faded to deep blue, the group was finally gathering their things."Ugh, I don’t wanna walk back to my dorm," Alfred groaned, dramatically slinging his backpack over one shoulder."Lazy," Arthur said, smirking."Efficient," Alfred corrected, grinning. "Conserving energy."Francis snorted as he tucked Arthur’s empty coffee cup into the trash. "You’re conserving brain cells, mon ami."Alfred stuck out his tongue at him.The group trickled out onto the sidewalk, splitting off in pairs and small groups — Yao and Kiku headed toward the library for Kiku’s shift, Ludwig and Feliciano wandered off toward the parking lot, and Francis and Arthur strolled away, bickering softly but walking close, the way they always did when they thought no one was paying attention.Ivan waited beside Alfred, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. The night air was crisp, and a soft breeze tugged at the ends of Alfred’s sweatshirt."You walking back too?" Alfred asked, bumping his shoulder lightly against Ivan’s.Ivan nodded. "Yeah. Unless you would rather I leave you alone."Alfred huffed a laugh, tightening the strap of his bag. "Nah, c'mon. I like the company."They walked together down the quiet street, the glow of streetlights pooling in warm circles along the sidewalk. It was quiet, but not the awkward kind — more like... an easy sort of quiet. Comfortable.Alfred kept sneaking glances at him. Glancing at the way Ivan’s breath fogged the air in soft clouds, at the way his shoulders hunched slightly against the chill.Ivan noticed, of course. He always did. He gave Alfred a smile, and it sent a jolt through Alfred’s chest."You are staring," Ivan said softly."Maybe," Alfred shot back, trying for casual but feeling the flush creep up the back of his neck. "What’re you gonna do about it?"Ivan tilted his head, the streetlights catching in his pale hair. He didn’t answer right away.Instead, he stepped closer.Not much. Just enough that their arms brushed, their steps falling into the same rhythm without needing to think about it.Alfred’s heart thudded loudly in his ears.He wanted — god, he didn’t even know what he wanted. To break the tension. To lean into it. To figure out whatever it was that had been pulling him toward Ivan since the moment he saw him.Ivan’s voice was low when he finally spoke."I think," he said, "I will walk you all the way to your dorm. Make sure you don’t get lost."Alfred laughed, but it was a little breathless. "You callin’ me stupid?"Ivan smiled. "Maybe."They reached the steps of Alfred’s dorm building. A few other students were coming and going, but the night was winding down, and most of the windows above them were already dark.Alfred lingered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.Ivan didn’t move to leave."Um," Alfred said, brilliant as always, rubbing the back of his neck. "You wanna— I mean, you wanna come in for a bit? Hang out?"He tried to sound casual, like it was no big deal. But he knew his voice cracked a little at the end, giving him away.Ivan’s mouth curved into that smile again — the kind that wasn’t quite a smirk, wasn’t quite gentle either — and Alfred felt it in his stomach, a heat that spread through his chest."I would like that," Ivan said simply, stepping a little closer.Their shoulders brushed as Alfred fumbled with his dorm key, his fingers clumsy from nerves. He could feel Ivan’s presence like static electricity — not even touching yet, but somehow everywhere, filling up all the air between them.Finally, the door swung open. Alfred stumbled inside, flipping the light on with a loud click, suddenly hyperaware of how small the room felt with Ivan in it."Uh, you can sit wherever," Alfred said awkwardly, tossing his bag down by the bed.Ivan didn’t sit.Instead, he stepped forward, slow and deliberate, until Alfred’s back bumped lightly against the door he had just closed behind them."You drive me crazy," Ivan murmured, his voice low enough that it barely reached Alfred’s ears.Alfred swallowed hard. His heart was beating somewhere up in his throat. "Yeah?" he whispered, the corners of his mouth lifting into a shaky grin."Yeah," Ivan breathed — and then he leaned down, brushing their noses together before finally, finally pressing his mouth to Alfred’s.The kiss was slow at first, almost tentative — like they were both savoring it, getting used to the feeling of each other. Ivan’s lips were warm and sure, coaxing rather than demanding.Alfred melted into it without even thinking, his hands finding Ivan’s hoodie and fisting into the thick fabric to pull him closer.They kissed lazily, like they had all the time in the world, mouths sliding together, breath mingling.Alfred didn’t even realize he was making little desperate sounds into the kiss until Ivan’s hands slid up under his sweatshirt, large and firm against the bare skin of his waist.Alfred gasped into his mouth, hips jerking forward instinctively at the sudden, searing contact.Ivan caught his waist in strong hands, steadying him easily, and pressed him gently but firmly back against the door.Alfred broke the kiss with a soft, ragged breath, tilting his head back against the doorframe, chest heaving. Ivan followed the movement, his mouth dragging along Alfred’s jaw, down to the sensitive spot just beneath his ear."Sh@t," Alfred breathed, shivering.Ivan just smiled against his skin, hands stroking slow, steady circles along Alfred’s sides. The room felt too hot, too small, like it was collapsing inward around them.And Alfred never wanted it to stop.“Patience,” Ivan whispered, voice like velvet.Alfred whimpered softly, burying his hands in Ivan’s hair and pulling him down for another kiss. Their mouths moved together hungrily and Ivan kissed like he was trying to devour him.Alfred clung to him, gasping into his mouth, hips grinding instinctively against Ivan’s thigh.Ivan groaned low in his chest, catching Alfred’s face between his hands and tilting it up, kissing him harder.It wasn’t rough.It wasn’t fast.It was slow, almost torturous — a deep, sensual claiming that made Alfred feel like he was unraveling, thread by thread.Ivan’s hands moved lower, skimming down Alfred’s sides, his waist, his hips — slowly and carefully, like he was memorizing every inch of him.When Ivan finally pulled back, Alfred whimpered, chasing his mouth.Ivan chuckled softly, the sound dark and amused.“You’re so impatient,” he murmured, brushing his nose against Alfred’s.“Can you blame me?” Alfred breathed, heart pounding.Ivan’s eyes darkened.“No,” he said simply, and kissed him again — slower this time, deeper, like he had all the time in the world to savor him.Alfred melted into it, letting Ivan take control, letting himself feel.Ivan kissed down his jaw, his throat, his collarbone — leaving slow, wet kisses everywhere he touched.When he tugged Alfred’s sweatshirt up and over his head, tossing it aside, Alfred barely noticed — too busy shivering under Ivan’s hands, Ivan’s mouth.He didn’t stop there.Ivan pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses down Alfred’s chest, pausing to suck lightly at the skin just below his collarbone —then lower, dragging his tongue along Alfred’s ribs, the curve of his stomach.Alfred gasped, clutching at Ivan’s hair, trembling.Ivan was leaving little hickeys everywhere, marks that would bloom purple and red by morning.When Ivan pressed a particularly hard kiss just above his hipbone, Alfred let out a broken sound, hips jerking up involuntarily.Ivan laughed and nipped at the sensitive skin there.“You are beautiful,” he murmured against Alfred’s stomach, voice thick with hunger.Alfred’s whole body flushed, pleasure sparking through him like wildfire.Alfred couldn’t stop touching him.His hands roamed over Ivan’s broad shoulders, his strong arms, the line of his back — hungry, desperate for more.Ivan kissed a slow, unhurried path up Alfred’s body, mapping every inch of skin with his mouth.When their lips met again, Alfred clung to him like he might drown in the sensation — in the heat of Ivan’s body, in the slow, relentless way he kissed, the way he touched.Ivan was patient.He kissed Alfred until he was dizzy, until he was panting into Ivan’s mouth, trembling against him.When Ivan finally slid his hand lower, palming the front of Alfred’s jeans, Alfred gasped — hips bucking forward helplessly.“So pretty,” he murmured against Alfred’s skin.“Shut up,” Alfred gasped, but he was laughing, too — breathless and wild with need.Ivan’s fingers worked at the button of Alfred’s jeans.He dragged the zipper down, the sound was loud in the quiet room.Alfred’s heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest.Ivan dipped his hand inside, fingers brushing over the waistband Alfred’s boxers, teasing.Alfred choked on a moan, hips arching into his touch.Ivan pulled back just enough to look at him — his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with want.“You want this?” he asked, voice low and rough.“Yeah,” Alfred breathed, voice cracking on the word. “God, Ivan, please—”Ivan smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, all slow, filthy heat.Together, they stumbled toward the bed, still kissing, still touching.Ivan pressed Alfred down onto the mattress, climbing over him. They took off each other’s clothes off piece by piece slowly like they had all the time in the world.Every brush of skin against skin sent sparks through Alfred’s body.When they were finally naked, Ivan pulled back just enough to look at him, to really look at him, stretched out on the bed, flushed and panting.“You’re perfect,” Ivan said simply, and Alfred felt like he might burst apart at the seams.Ivan leaned down, kissing him again as he pressed both their c@cks together with his hand. Alfred bucked up desperately, his hands roaming all over Ivan’s back, nails digging into him.“F@ck,” Alfred choked out, biting at Ivan’s jaw, sucking marks into the flushed skin without thinking.The first brush of their c@cks against each other made Alfred cry out — the friction overwhelming.Ivan groaned low in his chest, rolling his hips slowly, grinding against him. They moved together, a slow, desperate rhythm, hips sliding, c@cks rubbing against each other slick and hot.Alfred buried his face in Ivan’s neck, gasping, moaning into his skin.Ivan’s free hand went everywhere. On his hips, his thighs, and his back holding him close, grounding him as they moved.Ivan whispered in Russian against his ear — soft, filthy things Alfred couldn’t understand but could feel.Alfred clutched at him desperately, rocking up into him, chasing every bit of friction.Their breaths grew harsher, gasps and moans filling the room.When Alfred finally came, shuddering, gasping Ivan’s name like a prayer, Ivan followed a heartbeat later, grinding hard against him with a deep, broken groan.They collapsed together, trembling and gasping for air, bodies slick with sweat and heat.For a long time, neither of them said anything.Alfred laid half-sprawled on top of Ivan, cheek pressed against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His own was starting to calm, no longer racing it was just there, in sync with Ivan’s. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, lazy and loose, like neither of them had the energy or desire to move yet.Ivan shifted slightly beneath him, and without really thinking about it, pressed a slow kiss to Alfred’s shoulder. Then another, higher up, toward his neck — soft and unhurried, more like a habit than anything else. Like he didn’t know how to stop touching him.Alfred smiled, still catching his breath a little, and ran his fingers through Ivan’s messy hair, slow and aimless.“You’re okay?” Ivan asked, voice low and scratchy against his skin.“Yeah,” Alfred murmured. “Yeah, I’m good.”Ivan chuckled, the sound a quiet vibration against Alfred’s chest. “You sure? You looked like you saw God for a second there.”Alfred laughed, grinning into Ivan’s skin. “Shut up.”They laid there a little longer, not really saying anything — just breathing, tangled up in sheets and limbs, feeling the moment stretch out around them like it might never end. But eventually, the air started to cool, and the distant creak of the old pipes reminded Alfred they weren’t in some dream bubble outside of time.He sighed and sat up reluctantly, rubbing a hand through his hair. “Okay, we should probably… put pants on. Before someone else walks in… Again.”Ivan made a soft noise of protest but followed suit, reaching over the side of the bed to grab his jeans. One of Alfred’s socks had somehow ended up hanging off the edge of the lamp. He pointed at it.“Seriously?” he said, snorting.“I don’t remember doing that,” Ivan replied, like that somehow made it better.They dressed slowly, trading sleepy smiles and occasional brushes of fingertips as they moved around each other. Alfred struggled with his sweatshirt for some reason, and Ivan stepped in to help, his hands warm and careful.Once dressed, they settled back into bed — not quite ready to say goodbye to the comfort of being close. Alfred leaned into Ivan’s side again, their shoulders touching, legs brushing under the sheets they didn’t bother pulling all the way up.Ivan looked at him for a long moment. “I meant what I said earlier.”Alfred turned his head, brows raised slightly. “Which part?”Ivan hesitated, then said, a little quieter, “I want to do this right. With you.”Alfred blinked. His chest ached a little in that way it always did when something hit too close to home. He swallowed, voice soft. “Yeah. Me too.”“I’m not always… good at this,” Ivan added. “Feelings. Talking.”Alfred let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “Me too.”Ivan smiled — not his usual grin, but something smaller. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Alfred’s face, his hand lingering there.“I don’t want this to be just a thing we do,” he said. “I want to be with you.”Alfred didn’t say anything for a second. Then he leaned in and kissed him — slow and sure, his hand curling around the back of Ivan’s neck. It wasn’t heated or rushed. Just warm. Solid. The kind of kiss that settled in your chest and stayed there.They stayed like that for a while —But then they broke apart only when the door suddenly creaked open.“Seriously?” Arthur’s voice cut in. “You’ve got a lock. Try using it.”Alfred jerked upright with a startled yelp, nearly elbowing Ivan in the ribs. Ivan, as usual, barely flinched. He just blinked calmly toward the doorway like nothing was out of place.“Dude! Knock!” Alfred sputtered, tugging the blanket up even though they were both clothed.Arthur stepped inside with a stack of books, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “You’re not being subtle. And I already knew, Alfred. I’m not blind.”Behind him, Francis strolled in, eyes immediately landing on the scene with unmistakable delight. “Oooh la la,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Enfin! Caught in the act, as they say.”Alfred groaned. “We weren’t—we weren’t doing anything!”Ivan tilted his head, considering. “We could be,” he said mildly.“Not helping,” Alfred hissed under his breath, face going bright red.Arthur dropped the books onto the desk with a loud thud and crossed his arms. “Just keep it off the common furniture. That’s all I ask.”Francis, still grinning like it was the best show on earth, looped an arm around Arthur’s shoulders. “Oh, let them be. You’re acting like you weren’t half-naked on my couch last week.”Arthur turned scarlet. “That was different!”“Was it?” Francis asked sweetly, already steering him back toward the door. “Come along, mon cher. Let the lovebirds nest.”Arthur looked like he wanted to argue, but Francis was already pulling him out of the room. Before the door shut, he glanced back, giving Alfred a knowing look.“I’m happy for you, Alfred,” Arthur said, more sincerely this time. “Just don’t be an idiot about it.”Then the door closed behind them, leaving the room in a hushed quiet again.Alfred flopped backward with a groan, dragging a hand down his face. “Jesus. We need a better system.”Ivan lay beside him, entirely relaxed, one arm draped over Alfred’s stomach. “I like that they know,” he said softly. “It makes it feel… real.”Alfred turned his head, looking at him. Ivan’s eyes were open, soft, steady in the dim light.“It is real,” Alfred said, a little breathless with the way the words came out.Ivan smiled.They didn’t say anything else for a while. Just lay there, close, quiet, surrounded by the mundane sounds of the building settling, distant voices in the hallway, the faint rustle of leaves against the window. But inside the room, there was only the calm of two people who didn’t have to pretend anymore.Alfred’s hand found Ivan’s under the blanket. Their fingers tangled.And for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly where it was supposed to be.'
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