Panting softly, Ivan brought a hand to his mouth; he had to be quiet. His sisters were staying the night, but he just couldn't help himself. Huddled up in the bathroom attached to his room, he had locked the door tight and pushed himself into the farthest corner of the room. Alfred had been texting him again, even though he knew that he had his sisters over, he was saying these things and... And... Oh God, his hands were in his pants already. Ivan felt more than a little ashamed of himself. His sisters were just in the room over, hopefully sleeping, and he was held up in the washroom fondling himself. Holding back a low groan as a large shaky hand closed around the base of his cock, slowly stroking up himself, making himself shiver. His other hand gripping at his phone, Ivan looked a bit worried as he stared at his phone... Of... Of course he could do it. Alfred had sent him his... H-he had to pay him back..., but what if he didn't like it? What if he laughed? Could someone laugh over text? O-oh God, he tightened his hand; that felt good. He had to get this done. No way was he going to finish in two strokes. Sisters over or not. Panting slightly, the Russian wiggled his pants and briefs down, they had little sunflowers on them, he liked them..., but he was getting distracted a little, and it didn't help that he was starting to move his hand again. Clumsily thumbing his cell phone... Oh God..., why were those buttons so small? Why were his thumbs so big? Managing to snap a picture of himself that wasn't too blurry and that made his cheeks flame, he made sure he was sending it to the right person before sending it on its way.

Okay..., so... that was done... He could finish now, right? Alfred would be happy, and... uh..., not laugh at him. Oh God, what if it looked weird? Should he have..., like... shaved that area more or-hhmm, that felt good. Relaxing into his own hand once more, Ivan was having issues keeping himself silent as he pumped and groped himself, his other hand feeling down his legs and towards his sac, just adding to the pleasure. Letting out a slightly louder groan as he tightened his grip around the base of his member once more, he didn't want to finish yet, he wanted it to last. He slightly lost track of the sounds he was making as he sped up the slightly awkward pumping; he was gently fingering himself at this point. A-ah! Oooh, he was getting close, he... He just needed... Need-

"Vannya, are you okay in there? Are you ill?"

"AAA-AAH... hah... hh...," blinking stars out of his eyes, his older sister's voice didn't register until it was too late and he turned a bright red.

"Uuhm..., da. I am a very... sick... man," he stated softly, shakily starting to clean himself up.

Don't worry Ivan.
We're all a little sick inside.
Brooklynn I hope this made you blush.

-Plushies(Zoe)