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"This is just the beginning," Ivan whispered.
Ivan carefully guided Callistus down onto the bed. Callistus's heart raced as he felt the soft mattress beneath him. Ivan's hands explored Callistus's body, touching him with a tenderness that made Callistus catch his breath.
Callistus lay back, his heart pounding as Ivan continued to touch him. Ivan lifted Callistus's legs and placed them over his shoulders.
Ivan looked down at Callistus with a mix of desire and affection. Slowly, he entered Callistus, and the deep sensation made both of them shiver.
Ivan's thrusts were steady and controlled, making sure Callistus felt every movement.
Each movement was deliberate. Ivan adjusted his rhythm to match Callistus's responses. Callistus's moans and tears filled the room, a mix of pleasure and anticipation. His hands gripped the bed sheets tightly, his body arching to meet Ivan's thrusts. The angle allowed for deep, satisfying penetration, each thrust hitting just the right spot.
Ivan's touch was both firm and gentle. Even as his movements became more urgent, he continued to caress Callistus's body. The heat between them built up, each thrust bringing them closer to the peak of their pleasure. Callistus's responses were a mix of pleasure and need, his body eagerly responding to Ivan.
As their night continued, Ivan pulled Callistus close to him. Callistus' back nestled against Ivan's chest, the intimacy of their closeness filling the room with a sense of comfort and warmth.
Ivan wrapped his arms around Callistus, his hands resting gently on Callistus's stomach with a small noticeable bump. Callistus could feel the steady rhythm of Ivan's breath against his back, a soothing contrast to the racing of his own heart. Ivan's hands were cold, but every time he touched Callistus, it felt hot. Ivan's fingers traced light patterns on Callistus's skin.
Callistus relaxed into Ivan's embrace, feeling safe and cherished. The closeness brought a deep sense of connection, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Ivan's hand slid down Callistus's side, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through him.
"I've been waiting for years for this, Callistus," Ivan breathed. "Finally, you're back in my arms."
Callistus breathed heavily, feeling Ivan still inside him. They didn't move much this time, savouring the closeness. Ivan's breath was warm against Callistus's neck, each exhale a reminder of their shared intimacy. He placed soft kisses along Callistus's shoulder, his lips lingering on the sensitive skin. Callistus let out a soft sigh, feeling completely enveloped in Ivan's affection.
Ivan's kisses trailed up Callistus's neck, his breath hot and soft against his skin. Callistus tilted his head back, giving Ivan better access. The feeling of Ivan's lips on his neck sent waves of pleasure through him, his body trembling with anticipation.
Eventually, the physical intensity reached its peak. Ivan lifted Callistus into his arms, their bodies still connected. Callistus's legs wrapped around Ivan's waist as he held him securely when he stood up.
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Callistus' eyes blinked repeatedly from the tears he had shed the night before. He lay flat on his back, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above him.
Slowly, he sat up, his back aching from the events of the previous night. He looked around the room; it was cold, and he could feel the chill of the blanket against his skin.
He remembered everything from the night before in vivid detail. His heart skipped a beat, unsure of what to say when he faced Ivan again. As he got out of bed, his legs trembled, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Fuck," Callistus muttered in pain. A chuckle was heard from the door.
Ivan stood there with his arms crossed, giggling at Callistus's fall. He was shirtless, wearing only pants, and his hair was wet, looking like he had just come out of the shower.
Callistus' eyes widened when he saw him, immediately grabbing the blanket from the bed to cover himself.
"What would you do that for?" Ivan asked, walking over toward Callistus. "You're making it look like I didn't see everything from last night."
Callistus blushed furiously, his face heating up. "I-I just…" He trailed off, not knowing what to say.
Ivan knelt down beside him, his eyes softening with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to help Callistus up.
Callistus hesitated for a moment before taking Ivan's hand. "Yeah, I just… My legs are a bit wobbly," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ivan didn't look surprised, knowing how rough he had been the previous night. Instead of pulling Callistus up, Ivan scooped him up in his arms.
"Wait—" Callistus yelled in surprise. "Where are you taking me?"
"Bathroom," Ivan answered. "To clean you up."
"Let me go!" Callistus insisted. "I can do it myself!"
Ivan listened, gently setting Callistus down on the ground. Callistus quickly grabbed the blanket to cover himself and steadied himself using the bathroom door frame before closing the door behind him.
"I'll grab some clothes for you," Ivan said, leaving the room.
Callistus soon came downstairs, only an oversized shirt covering him. "You're fucking with me," Callistus complained to Ivan, who was eating breakfast in the dining room.
"I thought we already did last night," Ivan joked.
Callistus rolled his eyes. "You got pants?" he asked, his tone a bit annoyed.
"Yeah, but I don't think they could fit you," Ivan replied.
Callistus sighed and sat down next to Ivan, resting his head in his hands. "Ivan," he started. "About last night…"
Ivan smiled. "You don't have to say anything, Cal."
Callistus shook his head. "No, I don't know what to say about last night. It feels wrong and right at the same time," he replied.
Ivan didn't answer, just stared at him. He got up as he finished his breakfast, still shirtless, and walked to the sink to wash the dishes.
Callistus looked at him, noticing a tattoo on his back. A huge Chinese dragon twisted down only half of his back, from Ivan's neck down towards his lower back.