RussPruss And Shit

He panted, convincing himself that he could not hear Ivan over the sound of himself. He focused on his own pleasure, swallowing as he moved faster, as he dragged his nails down the other man's back.

The nails down his back Ivan gasp out loudly, pace quickening rather needily. It was almost mind-numbing how good this was, to be honest.

Gilbert bit his lip, feeling beads of sweat run down his forehead. He was breathing heavily, but he was getting so close, he couldn't stop. He moved faster, more incessantly.

Ivan bit his lip hard to quiet himself, still breathing hard, and moved gradually to pumping himself instead of the slow motion he'd been keeping before. He too was too close for comfort.

He dug his fingers in when he finished, and after that, he relaxed and leaned against the couch, letting out a long sigh.

Ivan, surprised almost by the feeling within him, finished off seconds later, moaning out one last time. His hands flopped to his sides and he took in a long breath, still reeling from the feeling.

Once his mind cleared, he realized that he had totally just had sex with his high school bully.

Well fuck.

Gilbert pushed him away, trying to get to his feet. He needed a shower.

Ivan made a groan and tugged off the offending clothing, following after him. He sure as hell needed one too if Gilbert was going to complain.

"The fuck are you following me for?" He snapped, making his way into the bathroom. "The shower isn't big enough for two people, I would know. Especially not a fatass like you."

Except Ivan totally managed to get in there, and it really wasn't a small shower anyways. Gilbert was just an ass.

Gilbert growled about it, but he couldn't do much.

"Your bleeding," he taunted, as he stared at the marks he had made down his back. He tried to pretend he didn't find them attractive.

"Oh? I... hadn't noticed." He remarked, actually somewhat surprised. It hadn't hurt that bad...

He laughed, pressing his hands to the scratch marks, hoping it burned.

"You deserve it," he sneered.

He groaned out and jabbed a finger into Gilbert's shoulder. "Sure." He remarked.

"You did far, far worse to me," he snapped. "Don't pretend to be innocent."

"The difference is that you do it out of malice." He stated, moving under the water and sighing.

"What?!" he exclaimed angrily. "YOU did it out of malice!! Don't even lie!"

"I just let you fuck me. I care about you. I do not... mean the things I've done. I am hesitant to admit it, but you are... important to me." He looked down momentarily, expecting the routine punch.

"...what," he asked, completely surprised by the development.

"I've always liked you, Gilbert." He admitted, rubbing his forehead.

"No you didn't!" he shouted nonsensically. "You...you did it on purpose! Breaking my arms and shit! Stop trying to make me feel guilty!"

"I really did not, though." He furrowed his brow and ran a hand through his own hair.