[Couples dance around them, music floating sweetly in the air mingling with the scent of flowers and Spring meadows; a new start after a long, cold winter. Ivan doesn't pay mind to any of that. It might as well be just the two of them on the dance floor, swaying softly more than dancing now. He watches Till kiss him again, curious and sweet and when he pulls away flushed, Ivan is relieved there's no disappointment in his eyes this time.]

I think it's normal for it to not always be so intense but it still feels good to me but maybe it's because of how I feel about you so even the smallest kiss can never be just a kiss to me.

[He keeps Till held close, pressed together, supporting Till's weight as his thumb rubs circles into his hip. To think he was so convinced that he was a bad kisser or that Till wasn't into him and someone else could satisfy him better. Not that any of that matters now, even knowing he's unworthy, Ivan can't give him up. He knows what it sounds like when Till moans his name and when he comes apart beneath him. He knows what his warm, bare skin feels like under his fingertips and the way his mouth tastes, sighing around Ivan's tongue.]

I didn't really do anything different though...but it felt different? Do you still feel him inside your head?