#ivanolan

so there nolan is, late into his third term, squirming because everything is pleasurable to him and he's so hard it hurts. he can't jack off though; his baby bump is too big to get his hands around him. leaving his cock trapped poking into the underside of his belly and squished between his thighs. sad dribbles of precum rub off onto his skin, leaking like a faucet as he grinds against himself seeking any relief.

if he's lucky, nolan will have a false knot to ride on. at least it hits the tender spot inside enough to feel like he's going to cum.

he won't

one hand on his belly, one hand braced against a wall, nolan is stuck trying to milk a single orgasm out of him as he bounces silly on the dildo stretching him wide. frustrated tears drip down his face. pitiful whines escape him. he'll be soaking the sheets and making a mess until one (or both) of his alphas come home and tend to him properly.

imagine the different reactions nolan gets when found like this.

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anon I was doing so fine until you said "both alphas" so now I'm going insane tyvm 👍

"Then again, I see how you became a Lieutenant so quickly." That dismissive hum as Ivan shifts barely a hair closer and it has ambitious- no. Industrious Andrei Nolan shuddering like a blushing virgin as he tries not to cum. Ivan hasn't said he's allowed to yet.

'If he ever will-' The traitorous thought smacks him hard, biting his lips until he tastes blood, the pain making his hips jerk like a whore chases cash.

Ivan tsks quietly above him. "Rile yourself up hm? I think the Komandir will enjoy you." He pats his thigh. "Up. We must test how well you can hold your breath."

I like the idea of Nolan being a pain in Ivan's ass while Makarov was away. Don't get me wrong, he's still the same capable soldier Makarov left him, they co-lead Konni together perfectly fine, but it's just. The off hours, bane of Ivan's existence.

Ivan would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy every second of it though. The attention he gets from the younger man, the lengths that brat goes just to get a reaction out of him, hoping maybe he'd initiate physical contact and get his ass beat. It makes his days a little bit brighter in a way, when the other man is being playfully uncooperative, or a downright jerk. Ivan suspects it to be some sort of coping mechanism to make up for the absence of Makarov. He goes along with it anyway.

When he finds Nolan neck deep in a bottle one night, it's hard to tell if he's doing it just because or to drown out his thoughts like any man does, but he isn't too surprised. Trying to get him up from the floor to help him get ready for bed is met with resistance and drunken remarks, and in the end he just gives up and joins him instead. Flopping down next to him, "Alright, alright, you win," Taking the bottle from his hand and taking a few sips. Few turns to more, and soon enough he's already feeling tipsy.

They sit there, talking about whatever, giggling about whatever, until somewhere in Ivans mind he remembers that it's way too late, and that they should be getting sleep instead. They're the leaders, for fucks sake.

So he hauls Nolan's ass up, one arm over his shoulder, walking them towards Nolan's room to tuck him in first. Ivan knew Nolan was heavy, especially heavier when he's drunk, leaning against the older man, way too close for Ivan's liking. Could almost feel his breath on his neck, see how he licks his lips while babbling about some nonsense. Ivan shakes his head and focuses on the task at hand, successfully bringing the other man into his room and roughly shoving him against the bed.

At first the gesture is met with a laugh, then the man is out cold. Ivan lets out a sigh of relief, partly because he finally gets some peace and quiet, and because it makes what he's about to do much less embarrassing. He walks over to Nolan, leans down and slowly undresses him.

Maybe the tremble in his hands and the heat on his face mean something, but he ignores it all as he quickly strips Nolan of his uncomfortable gear and dresses him in the night clothes he finds laying around. He lets out a big sigh as he's done, the exhaustion settling in every bone in his body, and next thing he knows the world is too heavy for his eyes.

Ivan will wake up some hours later to something nudging him in the chest, which turns out to be Nolan as he's currently being crushed under Ivan's weight and is calling him a heavy bastard, and he'll try and search for answers deep in his mind as to how the fuck he ended up here.

Ivan thinking he's just teasing him for a fight, get a reaction out of him, or maybe he just needs a way to let some energy out of his system, accepting the challenge because who is he to turn down one, especially when the younger man is being so smug about it? Only to realize later on that he was tricked. And the chokehold he has on Nolan on the floor is having a very different effect on him.

Nolan doesn't tap out, doesn't say anything, they just kinda stay there squirming at the end, heavy breathing and panting. They had a good and fair fight, or so Ivan thought at first, but he does find it weird that he's given up so easily and is being too quiet about it. He chokes him slightly harder on the floor, having him completely neutralized at this point.

"Say it. Say you give up."

Except all he gets from Nolan is a shy little whimper.

That does it for him, and he realizes it way too late, one quick glance below proving to him that this is exactly what the other one wanted. Of course. Bastard would rather get choked than ask normally.

Rolling them over, pinning him down and putting his whole weight onto Nolan and watching as the man squirms under him, tip of his ears red, along with a pretty blush spreading across his face down to his neck...

Maybe he will lend him a hand, maybe, if he's feeling mean about it, he will pull the words out of Nolan, forcing him to beg for it, word for word, exactly how he wants it, since he wants it so badly but never learned how to properly ask.