First time at this couple, let me know what you think… not quite sure what I think of it but since it's finished I might as well upload it! Enjoy xx
Ivan walked across the room and over to Francis; a steady pace that didn't falter until he had him backed up against the wall and his hands were on the Frenchman's shoulders, trapping him there. Francis swallowed nervously, and Ivan's wide purple eyes saw themselves reflected in the big blue ones. Francis felt slight pins and needles in his arm as Ivan moved a hand away and brushed his fingers along Francis' jawbone before tracing his lips with the thumb. Francis' heart was pounding in his ears but whether from fear or excitement he couldn't tell. Ivan's jaw clenched and unclenched and his grip tightened on Francis. He was worried about getting a bruise on his face but of course didn't word such things in front of this man. Francis suddenly found his lips being pressed against Ivan's cold ones. Ivan slid his hands down Francis' arms and held his wrists as he strengthened the kiss and Francis obediently parted his lips. Ivan pressed their bodies tightly together as the kiss continued. Francis felt the grip on his hands tightening and he tensed up as his joints clicked. Ivan suddenly backed away from a bewildered Francis.
Ivan was staring at his hands in shock and Francis tentatively padded over and took them in his own, rubbing them gently through the gloves. He placed the hands on his shoulders as linked his own arms around the Russian's scarf-covered neck and continued the kiss. He gently trapped Ivan's lip between his teeth and felt the man smile. He moved a hand up to Francis' hair and ran his fingers through it, finding a knot, pulling it out as his hand continued its path, unaware. Francis hid his pain, and taking advantage of his position, leant against the man and pushed him against the opposite wall, nuzzling his neck and pressing his lips on all his uncovered skin. Ivan smiled again and let himself succumb to Francis' power briefly until he pulled away from the kiss and stood up from his previously slumped position against the wall.
"I have kissed few peoples, Francis; it is special something to me."
Francis' confidence had returned by now and he leant up and whispered, "I would never have guessed, you are so very good."
"I only kiss someone I love." He continued quickly and his face had a light blush that quickly disappeared and Francis was surprised as he was kissed again, and let himself be pushed against the wall once more.
"I do not give up control except to those I, also love." Francis murmured in between sighs and groans as Ivan's mouth roamed along his neck and collarbone, his hands at the buttons of the Frenchman's shirt.
Francis felt icy hands on his skin as the shirt was undone, and deepened the kiss.
"Ivan, Je t'aime."
"Ya tebya lyublyu, Francis."