Pairing: Ivan Braginsky x Feliks Łukasiewicz (Russia x Poland)

Summary: A thirty day NSFW writing challenge.

Warnings: All chapters will contain sexual content. Human names used.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any related ideas. This is all just for fun and entertainment here.

A/N: Just a note. I WILL try to post these as often as I can. They'll vary in length. Some chapters will be very, very short but not all of them will be that way. All chapters will be a human AU but not all chapters are connected! Think of them all as their own story, and I will tell you when they are connected.


(Continued from 'Blanket Hog' ...)

When Feliks woke it was to an empty bed (though the spot Ivan had vacated was still quite warm) and the sounds of water running in the master bath.

He inwardly sighed. Of course the Russian would be an early riser with a prompt morning routine. Feliks preferred rising later in the morning and lazing in bed until he had no choice but to get up and get ready.

Well, he thought wryly, he was awake now. He had no intention of getting himself ready for the day and lazing about in Ivan's big bed seemed well and good enough, but he wasn't about to do it without company. The Pole slipped out of bed, silently cursing the chilliness of the bedroom. Of course he could solve his problem by putting some type of clothing on but that hardly worked for his intentions.

Without so much as a polite knock on the door, he slipped into the bathroom. It was warm in here, the air damp and steamy from the shower Ivan had just taken. He saw the other with his back to him, his hair matted against his skull, a towel around his hips. As quietly as he could, Feliks snuck behind him (this was only possible thanks to the layer of steam on the mirror at the time).

He slipped his hands around Ivan's waist and tugged off the towel, smothering a laugh at the irritated, "Hey!" he got for his pains.

"Good morning to you too." Feliks said and moved around, slipping between the other's large body and the counter.

"So you finally woke up." Ivan said wryly, lifting a pale eyebrow at him.

"Someone kept me up last night." Feliks quipped, voice heavy with suggestion.

Ivan's response was a smirk as he recalled the night before. "And you are coming for more, is that it?"

"Maybe." Feliks grinned. "Maybe not. I'll settle for a kiss and some breakfast for now." He offered. Ivan obliged, chuckling at the Pole's ever needy stomach and leaned in, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.