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Ivan sat on the small table of their cramped kitchen, the wooden chair beneath him creaking softly as he leaned forward. His elbows were propped on the glass coffee table with a cup of whatever sugary shit was in it. His fingers were curled loosely on the cool handle of it as the scent of artificial flavoring lingering in the air.
He wasn’t drinking it—just holding it, swirling the liquid absently as his sharp eyes locked onto Till’s thigh.
He was staring silently at Till's thigh, covered with a huge, clearly bloody compress tighten up with bandages so tight they bit into the skin, an ugly contrast against Till’s pale complexion. Some edges were darkening where blood had seeped through.
The gray-haired man moved with difficulty but was getting pissed off as he could practically hear Ivan’s cartoonish "jiiiiiiiii..." sound effect in his head as he stared.
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Ivan fucks Till's huge cut on his thigh. Requested via google form :3❤️