Hours after another world meeting in another country, Ivan stands outside of the hotel room, rapidly rapping on the door. He's in one of his old uniforms that he's brought along for one reason on this trip.
And he hopes that Alfred will open up the door and let him in before someone sees him and he had to explains while he is wearing a military uniform from a bygone era and standing outside the Americans door at nine in the evening. He gives a quick look up and down the hall, as he gives one last knock. A second later, Alfred opens the door and pops his head out. For another second he looks as if he's about to say something, but changes his mind as he sees what exactly Ivan has on for their evening together.
"I'm in uniform" Ivan quickly explains hoping to get himself not only out of the hallway, but into a bed before someone sees them.
"Good" Alfred replies, he loves himself a man in uniform and he's glad that Ivan decided to finally heed his advice. And he was totally right, Ivan looks incredibly sexy. He gives the Russian a quick look over up and down his front particularly lingering on a certain area of the Russian, an area he knows all too well.
Ivan, meanwhile, can see the lust forming in Alfred's eyes and feel them on his person and he finds his own pants getting a bit smaller as a result. It's been quite a while since they've last been able to be together. The roles of being nations have a good way of keeping them apart.
Soon enough, Ivan finds Alfred's hands on his shoulder, jerking him into the room, the door closing behind them. The American attacks Ivan's mouth while attempting to rid himself of his shirt as well. Ivan moves his own hands to relieve himself of his outfit, but Alfred stops him. Ivan doesn't need telling what his American is planning but he can tell already that it is going to be a rather fun night