I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long! As payment, here is the longest sex scene I have ever written XD I hope you like it~ please comment, follow etc. you'd make me super happy xxx (I can't remember what rating this was, but it is now M! Very, very M) next part will have more story, for those who aren't fans of sex scenes, don't worry
Alfred's heart was pounding in his ears. Finally, FINALLY he was going to lose his virginity. In Alfred's eyes, being with a woman didn't do anything to a male's virginity, only when with another male would it be gone. Glancing up at Ivan he could see a little smile on his lips as they walked side by side down streets that he would be too scared to go down by himself. No, Alfred told himself, not scared, just…not stupid. People disappear if they don't belong. He trusted Ivan to keep him safe, and it seemed to be a wise decision. No one even approached them. Alfred smiled smugly, he felt invincible with this man beside him. After passing yet another brothel without a second glance form Ivan, he decided some communication was necessary.
"What kind of fun? You do mean...you know…" he glanced up at him hoping to not have to explain but Ivan just smiled at him, waiting for him to finish. The sadist. "…drinking fun or, or rent a room and use it kind of fun?"
Ivan suddenly wrapped his arm around Alfred's shoulders, pulling him close, not stopping walking.
"I thought we have already decided. I was waiting for you to choose somewhere." He looked down at Alfred who was now blushing and looking embarrassed. "Let's go in here. Drink and rooms. That is what I want." He was looking at the sign for a tavern with the reputation for all manner of perverted and scandalous activity, making Alfred move closer to him automatically.
Still with an arm over his shoulders, Ivan casually walked through the old door covered in warnings and they instantly found themselves swooped upon by black market traders, prostitutes of both genders and a rather ambitious pickpocket. Before Alfred knew what was happening, only dimly aware of a man pushing past them, Ivan had let him go and grabbed the pickpocket by a wrist so hard that it cracked and made the man howl and let go of the pocket watch that he must have stolen from him. The crowd backed away at the scream, realising what was happening.
Alfred felt his eyes widen in both amazement and horror, he could only imagine Ivan in the sky fighting pirates. Something that slightly unnerved him was that Ivan's expression was just as relaxed as it was chatting with Alfred, only this time he was breaking someone's wrist. With a stomach churning snap, Ivan let the now crying man go and the workers of the tavern quickly pushed the pickpocket outside, not wanting him to scare away clients. They also now knew that Ivan was someone they wouldn't overcharge or otherwise toy with.
A barmaid came over and Ivan let her lead them to a couple of stools near the end.
"What can I get you gentlemen, then?"
Ivan looked at Alfred, waiting for him to say, but at the blank look on the boy's face he ordered for them. Rum for Alfred, since all the engineers on his crew seemed to like the stuff and Alfred was an engineer of sorts, and of course a bottle of vodka for himself. When the barmaid went off to sort the order, Ivan turned to Alfred.
"You don't drink, Alfred?" Alfred felt embarrassed at how surprised Ivan sounded. Was it that unusual to not drink? …in London it probably was.
"My old man drinks, you see. He gets really miserable, so much so that I feel the need to check to see if he's still alive, and then sometimes he gets furious and smashes up his creations and doesn't leave his room for a couple of days afterwards. I don't want to be like that too."
Ivan smiled fondly at him and Alfred noticed a new emotion in his eyes, was that...protective? No, no he didn't want that, he wanted Ivan to be dragging him to the nearest room!
"Don't panic," he teased. "You'll be fine. It's fun, comrade." The second the drinks were on the table, Ivan picked up Alfred's glass and inspected the liquid suspiciously before setting it down in front of him. "Drink up then."
He uncorked the vodka and filled a glass, drinking it almost like water. He waited for Alfred to drink some rum, he hoped he'd chosen well.
"Well here goes nothing." Alfred murmured, lifting the glass and pouring some of the golden liquid down his throat. He slammed the glass back down and almost clawed at his throat, the burning sensation made him feel ill. Ivan's hand was suddenly on his, pulling it away from his neck. Once the burning stopped, Alfred had to admit that it did taste nice…really nice. Probably not enough to want him to make a habit of that burning.
"What do you think?" Alfred could hear the hope in his voice and smiled boyishly. "It was nice once it stopped shredding my throat." Ivan smirked at that and re-filled his own before having another gulp of the vodka. "Can I try that? Vodka, right?" Ivan smiled wider, trying in vain to hide his amusement, wondering what Alfred would think when he realises it's almost double the strength of the rum.
"Try it, of course." Alfred reached over to take the glass and drank it as he'd seen Ivan doing, almost throwing up right there. His hand went over his mouth and he willed the stuff to go down his throat. It tasted disgusting and didn't go with the rum at all, not to mention that it felt as if he was drinking acid.
Ivan laughed at the disgusted expression on Alfred's face. Vodka wasn't for everybody, and was expensive in these parts anyway, so the dislike saves him some money, not that he'd be without money for long if his plans to intercept the German trader were to be successful.
"I need a-something." Alfred was still fighting nausea, and with a look from Ivan, a nearby barmaid stopped smirking at him and fetched some water. Water wasn't the healthiest thing to drink in the cities, grease and pollution altering the taste to something like iron, but it was what Alfred needed so Ivan handed it to him, who gratefully downed it after a nervous sip at first.
To Ivan's surprise, Alfred had picked up the rum again and was sipping it very slowly and daintily, his other hand pushing the vodka back to Ivan who easily downed and refilled it. Alfred had soon finished the glass and was obviously starting to be affected. His face had developed a red flush to his cheeks and his expression was clear in what he wanted from Ivan. With a quick payment for an empty room, and a half empty vodka bottle in one hand, a tipsy Alfred clinging to his other arm, he followed the prostitute to the room. Ivan decided that he liked London. She left them at the door once it was clear she wasn't wanted further, and Ivan pushed Alfred in before shutting the door behind them.
The room was small and with clothes, blood and drugs scattered around. There was a chaise lounge drapes with a variety of fabrics, a box with black leather toys for the more kinky clients, and another box of feathers and other toys. A table was littered with various pipes, needles, boxes and pills with prices next to them. Ivan ignored all of these and led Alfred straight to the bed, a double of course, covered in various shades of red ranging from scarlet to dark burgundy. It looked tacky but somehow sexy. Alfred, who'd been resisting this for ages, reached up and took the flight hat from Ivan's head and put it on his own, looking around for a mirror in which to see himself, the heroic airship captain off hunting pirates and keeping the skies free. Ivan chuckled, almost a giggle, ran a hand through his hair and took out his pocket watch again, flipping it open and the shiny case did well as a mirror for him. Alfred took it despite the Russian's anxious attempts to get it back, turning away from him and admiring himself. "I make a great pilot," Alfred slurred in his tipsy state before turning back to Ivan and handing the watch back, much to Ivan's relief.
Ivan stepped close to him and put a finger under Alfred's chin, making him look up at him. "You stay down here on the ground, Alfred. The sky isn't a place for everyone." He ignored the scowl and bent down, about to kiss him, but decided against it, not wanting this to be awkward and predictable. Alfred had already let his eyes flicker shut, waiting excitedly for the kiss that never came. Ivan moved his hand away and walked to the chair to drink some more, to Alfred's dismay. He took advantage of his confidence gained from the alcohol and just as Ivan tipped his head back to down the drink, Alfred sat on his lap, leg on the chair either side, and a steely look on his face. He knew what he wanted and that was Ivan.
Ivan almost choked on his drink as he felt the boy sit on him and shifted position a little, only teasing him with friction. He set the bottle and glass down next to them and wrapped his arms around Alfred's waist, both of them eagerly meeting in a kiss, Alfred throwing his arms around Ivan's neck automatically. The kiss was heated and accompanied by moans from them both, the two practically attacking each other, but whereas Alfred's confidence was from alcohol, Ivan's was experience. Ivan pulled Alfred closer and bit on Alfred's lips until he parted them to let the Russian invade his mouth and rocked his hips on Ivan as their tongues met, causing him to pause, Alfred taking advantage of this and push their tongues back into Ivan's mouth, the two battling stubbornly until Ivan pulled his gloves off, and started unbuttoning and unclipping Alfred's coat. As if an internal switch had been pressed, Alfred immediately stopped fighting and allowed himself to be controlled, a hand running through Ivan's hair.
Ivan forced Alfred's hands off him and slid the coat onto the floor, never breaking the kiss, his own running up and down Alfred's body, exploring him. The second Alfred was freed, his hands went to Ivan's neck again, almost instinctively, and toyed with the scarf, undoing it and letting it fall on the back of the chair, hands tucking into his collar.
They kissed for a long time, and somehow ended up with Alfred's legs wrapped around Ivan's hips whilst the Russian felt more and more desperate for this boy, man, whatever he was. Alfred. This wasn't about hiding his illegal activities from the eyes of civilians, and he wasn't sure it ever was.
Ivan stood up with Alfred trapped against him, his legs and arms around him, and walked to the bed, the kiss finally broken as Alfred buried his head against Ivan's shoulder. No one had been able to carry him before, it had done nothing for his worry about weight. Ivan practically dropped him on the bed and fell down after him, both grinning at each other and Alfred made to kiss him again but Ivan went for his neck instead, kissing and sucking his flesh. Alfred moaned happily and brought a leg up to rub against the Russian's crotch slowly. He was rewarded with a heated gasp against his neck and then a sudden shoot of pleasured pain was felt just halfway down his neck, a feeling Alfred had to admit was rather good.
Ivan finished the love-bite, satisfied with the writhing Alfred beneath him. He knelt between Alfred's legs and made quick work of his oil stained shirt, looking approvingly at this new canvas, pinching a nipple roughly, causing Alfred to yelp, and then did the same to the other but gentler. He leant over him and kissed him again, hands travelling over the easily felt abs beneath a thing layer of puppy fat, suddenly digging into his ribs and just avoided a kick to the groin as Alfred laughed and writhed, batting his hand away. Ivan giggled back and could tell Alfred was getting impatient because of the pair of hands fumbling with the military coat. Ivan couldn't help but be distracted by the straining muscles as Alfred leant up to reach.
"Help me out, Ivan. This thing is hell to undo." Alfred grumbled, and Ivan smiled fondly and eventually took over, soon taking it off and throwing it to the chair. That was one thing he couldn't afford to get dirty. Alfred looked in awe at Ivan's impressive waistcoat of exotic patterned fabric, something he'd had made for him in Cairo a few years ago. Alfred undid it carefully and as Ivan wriggled out of it, fell back to the bed, muscles tired of being strained for so long. Ivan also quickly rid himself of the shirt and an unusual thick leather vest that wrapped around his chest and left arm and tied with a buckle at his side.
"What's that?" Alfred asked curiously.
"It's a plastron. You don't know it?" Ivan practically cooed and Alfred scowled in embarrassment. "No risk of being stabbed in the heart for you I suppose. Except if your bird gets angry, da?" The scowl darkened. "Oh I'm playing, Alfred. Don't look at me so coldly."
Ivan dropped the clothes on the floor and undid Alfred's breeches, leaning over him and capturing his lips in another kiss, Alfred unable to keep it up as he felt Ivan's cold hand on his burning erection. He let his hands explore the hugeness of Ivan, his thick muscled arms and torso, scars littered around, especially where the scarf had been, it's a miracle the man was alive. Alfred got the idea that Ivan was not an easy man to kill, something that made him very happy.
Just as he felt unable to get any harder, Ivan squeezed and started to rub, still kissing him, and Alfred thought he'd embarrass himself and finish right there. Ivan had been teasing him for such a long time. With a low groan from Alfred and giving up trying to return the kiss, Ivan let him go and pulled his shoes off and tugged the breeches to the floor with the ever growing pile of clothes, Alfred now completely naked on the bed except for his wire glasses.
Ivan ignored Alfred's throbbing dick for now, realising that the lad was trying hard not to come so looked around the room for grease, having to get off the bed again to do so. Alfred whined as he left him, causing a little tremor in Ivan's chest, something that he worried about. He wouldn't see him again, perhaps ever, at the very least a few months, and only to inquire as to whether his father would become a supplier.
As Ivan was thinking this, he found a pot of grease, over half used already, to his disgust, but this was by no means an air hotel. There was no class in a tavern. Walking back to Alfred, he noticed the boy had closed his legs and was looking tense.
"Are you scared?" He asked sadly, those afraid of him get classified differently to those like Alfred who…well he didn't really know where Alfred is in his mind. He will have plenty of time to work that out.
"No way, man! I've not done this much so, you know, be nice okay?" He blushed but smiled trustingly at him. Ivan smiled back.
"Of course, little sunflower." Ivan looked innocently at Alfred as he coated a finger in grease and eased Alfred's legs apart. Alfred obliged but wasn't happy with the answer.
"Say what? As sexy as your language is, I don't understand a w-ahhh!" Alfred hadn't noticed the first finger enter him and the unexpected feeling finished him, making a mess, and he quickly wiped himself clean with some of the sheets.
Ivan chuckled leans leant over him, kissing his nose lightly. "This is a very special night Alfred, I hope you remember it." Alfred looked embarrassed and just tried to stay still, letting Ivan get on with it, now he had worked out that Alfred was a virgin. Ivan wasn't the gentlest of lovers, so after a rather painful few minutes, he removed the fingers and Alfred relaxed again. Unfortunately now, Alfred felt empty and wanted Ivan in him. Sitting up and shifting the weight away from his sore area, he only just noticed that Ivan still had his boots and breeches on.
"Why are you still dressed!?" He asked in annoyance, moving onto his front and grabbing at Ivan's leg to untie his tall boots. Ivan held onto the bedstand as he lifted a leg to help Alfred, who managed to pull the boot off and then they repeated the process. Alfred hesitated only briefly at the breeches, desperate to see the final part of Ivan, before unbuttoning him and sliding them down, his erection clear to see and Alfred felt his eyes widen. Would it even fit? There's no way that could fit inside him without some kind of permanent damage!
Ivan was feeling self conscious at being stared at, so put his hand on Alfred's shoulders and pushed at him to lie back down but Alfred was strong and resisted. He sat up properly and stroked Ivan's member with a finger before taking it in a hand and rubbing it, satisfied by the groan he'd got from the man himself. Without thinking, Alfred leant closer and licked the head; surprised by the thrust Ivan did and let him into his mouth. He was aware of himself growing hard again. He felt a hand grip his hair and he closed his eyes; moving his head back and forth on Ivan's dick, tongue tracing the slit and exploring him. It was almost like a kiss when Ivan suddenly moaned out 'suck' and Alfred obliged, sucking as he let Ivan take charge of the motion, pushing Alfred's head back and forth on his dick. Alfred let out a groan as he felt the grip tighten on his hair and he was aware of a salty taste in his mouth, Ivan must be getting pretty close.
Suddenly Ivan pulled him off him and pushed Alfred onto his front, dragging him to the edge of the bed and put a hand under him to hold him up. His member wet with saliva and pre cum easily went in and Alfred let out a wanton moan, gripping the covers and wiggling his bum, trying to get Ivan deeper. It hurt but the pleasure was so intense… it felt incredible. Ivan thrust into him again and then started a fast rhythm, pounding Alfred into the covers, the bed shifting position from the force but any noise was drowned out by Alfred's noises. Ivan knew they were both close and he wanted Alfred's first time to be perfect, so pulled out and climbed onto the bed, easing Alfred to the middle of the bed and onto his back, lowering himself over him and entering again, holding his legs up against his shoulders and as he pushed in, moved so close that Alfred was practically bent double. He was flexible, Ivan noted happily. They were both moaning and kissing as Ivan kept the thrusts slow and grinding, with the intention of focusing on Alfred, and he had the boys blunt little nails digging into his back as he did so.
"I'm getting close." Ivan said quietly in a break between kisses.
"Fucking-mmmmmm try to-never-finish." Alfred moaned, smiling up at him in adoration, which Ivan put down to him being the man to take his virginity.
"I am." Was all he said in reply before lowering his head to Alfred's shoulder and giving him another love bite on the same side as the last one, but lower, causing Alfred to cry out with pleasure. Ivan was focusing on the bite but soon noticed Alfred trying to grind down as the thrusts weakened, so as the bite finished, he thrust up sharply and hit Alfred's prostate dead on, causing him to scream and finish, white sparks dancing in his eyes and a choked scream come from his mouth, muscles spasming around Ivan who consequently finished soon after with a happy groan, grinding into him for as long as he could before shrinking out and stayed hovering over him for a moment before he smiled fondly and kissed the forehead of the man below him. Alfred had gone unconscious.