I'm sorry it's just it's my FAVE, I have to
WARNING NSFW DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT THANK YOU SO MUCH
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Alfred was in love with Ivan. That was true. It hit him like an absolute bolt from absolutely nowhere. It had been weeks since they'd had sex. He remembered the fact that the Russian was just slightly tipsy and oh so remembered making it clear that this would only be for one night and the two nations would go back to hating each other before submitting gladly to the kissing the American had interrupted him from. The problem arising was that it had been three weeks and Alfred couldn't focus. All he thought about was the Russians overly soft lips pressed up to his neck and to his own lips, to the strong hands that so easily held him close...and then upon thinking about it...Alfred found out he was in love. At first he'd thought his wantings were only sexual but over time it just got hard to think about anything but Russia. Ivan was intoxicating and Alfred couldn't stand it.
Alfred was staying with Ivan in the mans mansion. There were a series of world meetings happening around Russia and the man had offered him the ability to stay with him over the few weeks before the meetings would move onto a different nation. Alfred was laying in the guest room in serious need. He wanted the Russian, he felt like he was on drugs and was going through withdrawal, he wanted the Russians hands on him so bad. He spent about a half hour squirming before shaking his head and standing up. If he kicked him out he kicked him out, but he didn't care how he'd said he only wanted him for that one night, he didn't care that he had to wake the Russian up, he just couldn't stand being so close to the one he loved, yet being so painfully far away. Alfred slowly walked to the Russians room, throwing off the wife beater he was wearing back onto the guest bed and going to the semi-familiar room. He easily crawled into bed with the Russian, what with him being a surprisingly deep sleeper and found himself in his arms very quickly. "Ivan..." he whispered gently against him, lifting his hands to rest against his chest.
Ivan had been fast asleep, resting in a rare bit of deep and dreamless sleep. His arms naturally engulfed the American and pulled him close the second the warmth was near enough to him. Something he'd never tell most people...he was a complete pushover for cuddling, especially when tired. The Russian remained unconscious however, softly nuzzling up against the Americans neck. Alfred did his best to keep a hold on himself, gently lifting his hand to his hair. It appeared he'd need to do more to wake him. He slowly gulped and leaned forward until his lips pressed to his cheek. Alfred had had plenty of lovers in his lifetime, and traditionally this woke him up so maybe it would work for the Russian he was pressed against. He slowly gave little soft kisses over his cheek, jawline, and neck, murmuring a quiet "Ivan..." no longer in a whisper but still kept soft.
Ivan was quickly brought back to wakefulness with a little groan at the most sensitive part of his body being kissed at, that being his neck. He only vaguely registered Alfred at first, only really the pleasure that stirred its way sleepily into his stomach. At first he thought perhaps he was just having a wet dream. But then it became clear that yes it was Alfred. Kissing him.
/in his bed/.
Ivan let off a surprised and groggy yipping noise, not finding the energy to pull his arms off just yet. "Alfred! What the hell are you doing in my bed?!"The Russian shouted. Yet still...his hold didn't fall. He hadn't meant to sound so rude or rejecting, as if he was dashing his hopes and wants before he even knew exactly what was going on. But it did.
Alfred could feel his chest tighten and he stared wide eyed, like a deer caught lost in the headlights. "I-..." he started. But the loudmouthed American couldn't find any words. How could he possibly explain? "I just...I...I miss you...I want you...." he whispered, his face heating darkly in shame and his eyes casting down to stare at the mans chest, his arms pulling from where he'd wrapped them around the burly Russian and holding lamely to his own shirt.
The Russian managed to force his arms off and shove the other a little away, Immedistely turning away so his back faced him. Ivan was so conflicted. He'd easily agreed to only having the American for one night, he didn't want a relationship, he was drunk and wanted to get off. But then again he'd been trying to deny his feelings so heavily for weeks that...was it really a mystery to himself anymore? He wanted the American again and again, to be his and only his. But really...the other probably didn't want him again. But now he /did/ and it took a few moments for Ivan to realize he was seriously rejecting him right now. "Wh-...why me..?" The Russian finally murmured.
"Because...because I love you. I have spent so long trying to pretend I don't, but I can't get you off my mind. I think about you in the daytime, in the nighttime, when I'm bored when I'm busy you're always /there/..." he admitted ashamedly, shying from the Russians bulk. "I'm sorry..." he mewled.
Ivan was laying in shock. Oh god love? That was such a strong word. But then he remembered the way his heart swelled when he was around Alfred, the way his smile made Ivan's world light up. How much he wanted to kiss him again. How much that little apologize in that pitifully small, normally so bright and sunshiney voice cut right through him. "...god damnit..." Ivan muttered, reaching his hands up to claw at the silvery blonde strands of his hair.
Alfred felt what felt like his heart shattering. He looked down. He suddenly felt horrified by the dark of this room, by the silence. By being so close to Ivan. He slowly sat up. "I-I'm sorry i...I didn't mean..." he mumbled, desperately trying to find a way to explain. "I'm so sorry vanya..." he whispered and stood up. He planned to leave, leave the mansion, the time zone, the nation, and never go back.
Ivan couldn't handle that. That old little nickname, the soft mewling tone of his humiliated voice . He quickly realized that if Ivan didn't do something, Alfred was going to leave. And so Ivan did the first thing that came to mind. He grabbed to him and jerked him down, pulling him into quite literally a bear hug. He nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "Нет...нет..." he whispered, tightening his arms around the Americans sun kissed frame. "Alfred don't leave me...I love you too...я тоже тебя люблю..." he whispered desperately against him, the Russian words tumbling easily and with great want from his lips.
"I just...I have...I'm not good at love Alfred...I'm so..." he started. "Perfect...and everything I've ever wanted..." Alfred finished sternly, not caring how tight he was being squeezed. It made him feel loved, needed. "Besides..." Alfred started, pulling from his shoulder and leaning forward until their lips almost met. "I'll teach you..." he whispered like speaking loudly would break the perfect moment they had before Alfred closed the gap between their lips, Alfreds rougher ones meeting the intoxicating soft and sweetness of the Russians.
Ivan slowly kissed him back, wrapping his strong arms completely around his waist and pulling him close to his muscular form. Alfred sighed in relief and newfound comfort, tilting his head and parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Ivan's sleepiness was long forgotten as he felt the boy open up, his tongue sliding easily into his mouth and searching around the moist area.
Alfred gave a little moan into the kiss, deepening in desperately and pressing against him, his hands sliding from around his neck to rest on his chest, rubbing a little there. Ivan gave a little chuckle at the Americans desperate actions, one platinum blonde brow raising up his face, just barely able to be seen in the darkness. "Eager, are we..?" The Russian slowly purred up against his ear. Alfred felt a familiar sensation of arousal burning beneath his waistline. "I told you I wanted you..." Alfred murmured up against his lips, voice a little huskier than usual.
Ivan gave another deep chuckle and slid his hand down from his waist to his ass, giving a squeeze there. Alfred tensed but soon let him, giving gladly into the man touching over him, shuddering as his hands searched over the caramel colored skin of his chest. "Ngh..." he tried to hold back his moans when his fingers brushed over his nipples but he couldn't, his thighs moving to rub together as the russians fingers slid over the sensitive little nubs. Ivan seemed to recognize that and returned his hands to his ass.
He kissed slowly from his mouth down his jawline, his soft pink lips sucking and kissing all down His neck and chest. Alfred shuddered as his arousal got more intense, starting to get him hard, and making it especially harder as he felt teeth graze over his collarbone. Ivan continuined until he reached one of the mans nipples and his kissing stopped, replaced with Ivan's tongue swathing over the bud and making Alfred arch slightly up into him. "Ha-hah~..." Alfred groaned breathily, unable to prevent the noise from escaping him.
Ivan giggled and played a little with the waistband of the boys boxers which were starting to overly show his little 'problem'. Ivan gladly suckled on the area, licking over it and drawing out a few more moans before he moved on, gently suckling down the Americans slightly soft stomach. Alfred shuddered, whimpering weakly as he let the Russian do all this, his teeth nipping over his bottom lip as he watched Ivan.
Ivan continued, pulling on his boxers painfully slow. "Ivan..." Alfred whimpered. "Patience sunshine..." the Russians whispered and husky voice came from down by his v-line. Alfred gave a mewl but nodded slowly. Ivan finished tugging his underwear down, leaning down to gently kiss and suck at the base of his cock and successfully fully hardening him. Alfred nearly arched back, giving off a surprised but incredibly pleasured moan. "You like it?" Ivan purred. "U-uh huh..." Alfred assured, shuddering as the Russian picked up and slowly took most of the Americans length in his mouth, gently suckling at it.
Alfreds moans increased in volume, and they started getting closer together, more and more and more of them coming as the Russian sucked around him. Alfred grabbed to his hair, trying to make him go down farther, effectively making Ivan gag a little. "Sunshine..." he warned a little, sending vibrations up Alfreds cock and making the Americans eyes roll back, fists clutching to the bed and to Ivan's thick platinum blonde hair.
Alfred however did listen and stopped trying to force him down, flushing red. Ivan continued to suck at him, chuckling ever so often at the wanton moans that erupted from the lithe American. Ivan continued until he could feel his cock throbbing in his mouth and pulled off, giving him a painfully long time to cool down. Alfred whimpered in deprivation the entire time, pulling the Russian down to kiss him. Ivan moved to his bedside table, grabbing a small black and gold bottle Of lube out of it.
He laid it on the bed and pulled his pants down, revealing his length. Alfred stared in nervousness and excitement and a bit of awe at his length. Fuck he was big, he'd almost forgotten how big he was. Probably eight inches if he had to state a guess, and it was girthy too. Alfred gave a low wolf whistle, chuckling nervously "damn..." he whispered.
"We have done this before..." Ivan reminded with a chuckle. "Yeah but it's been a while..." Alfred fired back, finally able to pull his eyes from his cock. "Take your scarf off...and your shirt...take your clothes off babe..." Alfred half asked and half instructed. He'd worn them the first time and he wasn't letting him do it again. Ivan seemed to shy "нет..." Ivan muttered, crossing his arms. Alfred poured but jumped on him, effectively pushing him onto his back. He ripped his scarf down, connecting his mouth to his neck, giving a low suck to his sensitive skin there.
Ivan let out a long groan, arching a little into him "Н-Нет....please...." Ivan whispered, giving him a look, his brows furrowed. Alfred didn't care, his tan fingers were already pulling the scarf completely off him. Alfred blinked as his eyes met hundreds of slashing scars and a few burns over his neck. Ivan looked away, eyes fogging. Alfred slowly leaned down though, gently pressing kisses over his neck. "You're beautiful..." Alfred informed softly but sternly, continuing to gently kiss at him. The Russian smiled a soft smile but gave a low groan as he kissed at his neck "a-ah...sunshine...Alfred..." Ivan murmured.
Ivan let him push his shirt up and pull it off. Alfred blinked in shock at the hundreds of scars that coated his chest and arms and also at how absolutely muscular he was. Alfred immediately pulled him up close and gently kissed and sucked along his chest, stroking over his arms before fully pulling the others pajama pants and boxers off. "Huh..this'll be fun, never rode a Ruskie before..." Alfred purred absently, slowly grabbing the lube and covering the Russians length in it, effectively making the Russian shiver. He moved to put some all over his entrance and a little ways into him, wincing at his own fingers inside of him.
"Ready big boy~?" Alfred purred up against his ear, nipping at it. Ivan smirked "absolutely~..." he murmured. Alfred winced as he lowered himself a little onto him, wincing and lightly whimpering as the head pushed into him. Ivan watched as he stretched to accommodate his cock, nipping at his bottom lip. Alfred let himself get a little used to it before slowly pushing himself further. He probably would have stopped but watching Ivan arch and groan and pant was probably the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
Eventually after a while of Alfred forcing himself used to the massive rod inside of him, Alfred was all the way down. Alfred gulped and slowly began to move up and down as well as back and forth. Ivan cried out at the sudden sensation, arching back as the American rode him. "Oh....sunshine~..." Ivan moaned heavily, starting to thrust up into him. Alfred slowly got far more used to it, bouncing and riding over him before he felt the Russians massive cock rubbing against his prostate and he threw his head back "IVAN~! Fuck, Ivan!." he cried out.
The sudden blasting pleasure rushing through Alfred made him go faster, riding him faster and harder, bouncing over him and letting out moans and desperate whines as his erection rubbed over his tight walls and the hard knot of his prostate. Ivan shuddered at the moist, tight, hot sheathe repeatedly riding and bouncing over his cock, making him harder and harder and making the Russians hard groans louder and more gutteral.
Alfred could feel something pooling in his stomach as he fucked over the Russian, the rubbing to his prostate bringing the closeness of his orgasm back. He was getting closer and closer, his cock occasionally darkening or twitching, precum leaking from his tip and down his length. Ivan's own was doing the same, making the thrusting and fucking all the easier from the newfound lubricant of precum.
Alfred was reaching his edge "ah! Ivan! Oh Ivan, I'm close!" He cried out, his voice more of a husky groan. It didn't take long for Ivan to push him back, rather aggressively thrusting into the American that was now pressed to his back. Alfred cried out, not expecting the position change but getting used to it fast, rocking back against him to make him go harder.
Soon though, their cores reached their peaks, Alfred crying out as he came over the Russians stomach and his own torso and Ivan soon also finished, releasing into him and pulling out. He panted for a moment before moving to the side of his bed and grabbing a rag he kept there. He used it for cleaning mostly. He cleaned off the Americans torso first before doing his own and tossing the rag off the bed, laying on his back neck to the American.
"Hey Ivan?" Alfred questioned, his voice still breathy and husky and his sunkissed chest heaving a little. "Да?" Ivan questioned quietly. "Thank you..." he murmured. Ivan nodded "thank /you/..." Ivan murmured, gently touching to his face and giving a rare smile that made Alfreds heart swell. "hey Ivan...?" He questioned again, quieter this time, turning to curl up against his chest with Ivan's arms wrapping in turn around him.
"...I love you."
"Я тоже тебя люблю..."
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Damn that was a long one.
Anyway translations: "Нет"-pronounced 'nyet': No
"Да"-pronounced 'da'-Yes
"Я тоже тебя люблю"-pronounced 'Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu': I love you too
Also give me any requests for ships you'd like, warning there's going to be a LOT of RusAme and a lot of general Russian ships because he's my baby
I'll try to update regularly but I mean like
Laziness
Okay I'm done.