RussPruss And Shit

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Then, it was the morning.

Gilbert had slept well, considering, though he found himself rather comfortable, snuggling up to a large man. He sighed happily, snuggling up to the chest of him.

Ivan was nestled up close to the smaller man, sleeping quite peacefully with him. It'd been a long time since he'd slept so well, in fact.

Gilbert yawned and moved away, stretching out. Though he wouldn't admit it, he had slept with plenty of men to think this was a normal way to wake up.

He sat up in bed and muttered, "hey, you can leave whenever you want, y'know."

With a slight groan, his own arms slid down and off the other man, and he covered his face with a pillow. "...too bright."

Gilbert yawned, stretching his arms.

"I'll get the window for ya..." he mumbled, making his way over to the window and securing the curtains better. Then, he turned to the man on his bed. He wondered, briefly, if they could have another session before he left. He hoped so. He didn't feel very satisfied for them having sex last night.

Ivan made a load yawn and nestled deeper under the blankets. "...thank you." He mumbled, quite pleased.

Gilbert sat back down on the bed, leaning over the other man and running his hands over his back, playfully groping his butt.

"So...how about another round before you go?"

Ivan's eyes widened beneath the pillow--where was he? And why did that man sound oddly like.....Gilbert?

Needless to say, when the pillow was removed, both nearly jumped off the bed.

"WHAT?!" he screeched, as he jumped out of the bed towards his closet, where he knew he could find a baseball bat or something. "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET INTO MY BED?!"

Then, it hit him. Like a train.

"Oh my God wait a second, you fucking showed up out of nowhere last night and then fucking tried to kill me then slept in my fucking bed!!"

"I-I actually am not sure...." He stammered, shimmying his way to the wall at the side of the bed, eyes poking over the bed. "........I'm sorry!" He used his tiniest voice possible, which wasn't saying much.

Gilbert stuck out his tongue.

"Blech! I fucking...I fucking groped you! That's disgusting! I thought you were, uh, some hot chick I had banged! Or Liz or, uh, West...or something."

"....That was not my fault. I am the innocent one in that situation..." He frowned deeply. "...I will... make it up to you.. or something."

"Make it up how?!" he growled. "You've already fucking ruined my life...wait.

"I know the perfect way you can make it up!" he cackled suddenly. "Get over here, I wanna show you something I made West wear once, now it's yours."

He furrowed his brow and hesitantly, complied with the request.

-lolol you pick it idfk-

Gilbert tackled him to the bed, shoving the garment into his hands.

"This!" he cackled evilly. The garment in his hands was a sparkly pink thong, accompanied by a sparkly pink bra.

"Wear this, and then, also, you'll be my sssssssssssssssslave for the day," he hissed, laughing at his own genius.

Ivan gave a look that simply read 'are you shitting me right now oh my fucking god.'

"PUT IT ON!" he demanded, placing his hands on his hips. "I'll be waiting...in the living room, ssssslave."

Well, being a man of his word... or something... he put the 'clothes' on, and walked out, thoroughly uncomfortable.

"Yessss!" Gilbert cheered, sitting on the couch in his boxers. "Now, make me some breakfast!"

Ivan, continuing to uncomfortable and also perplexed by the situation, just did as he was told, really not even sure why.

After breakfast was done, Gilbert slapped Ivan on the butt.

"Now sit in my lap, fatty."

He held back an awkward grimace and... complied, much to his own chagrin.

Gilbert grinned.

"Now, get on your knees..."

He groaned and complied, hating himself more and more. He would take revenge on that Austrian...

Gilbert leaned over, smooshing Ivan's face with his hands.

"Now, I think you know what comes next..."