Ivan’s shadow loomed over Till as he looked down at him. Till was currently unconscious and kneeling on the ground as he slumped against the arm of a velveteen sofa. Ivan quietly walked over and kneeled down, reaching behind Till to press the release button on the muzzle around his mouth.

As he gently held the other males face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together, he sighed as he went to mumble in his ear.

“Just had to provoke them, didn’t you?” He asked, voice gentle.