love thinking abt tills back all covered in scratches. he "casually" takes his shirt off in front of his friends - to change it, surely NOT to brag that he fucked his flatmate silly right before they came in. he hopes someone will notice, so that he can be all mysterious abt it +
it goes on until either till comes in his pants or gets killed, and thats when ivan looks up at him innocently like "oh till, why is there a game over screen? did you get killed? look, i think you've just died, till 😟"
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back to my hc that in an established rp setting whenever ivan wants attention but till is busy with smth like playing computer games, ivan will just get on his knees, settle between tills legs and start nuzzling on his crotch, maybe sucking him through his pants, and
just sth abt their relationship starting with rough punches and evolving into that sweet gentle bond littered with soft kisses and kept warm by the most delicate embraces
big fan of tiiv being perverted freaks but theres sth so special abt them gradually learning to be gentle w e/o through touch specifically, having the slowest, most gentle sex, being so tender w one another, as if trying to make up for all those years of beating each others asses