A/N: Since I've been home sick from school lately I've had much more time to edit~ ^u^ I hope you enjoy this chapter OuO
After a while Alfred awoke with a yawn, rubbing his eyes childishly. "What'd I miss?" he mumbled, yawning again and snuggling against the Russian.
Ivan smiled. "Not too much, my dear," he said, his eyes closed from his wide grin.
After a moment of silence, Alfred yawned again and nuzzled Ivan's neck. He blinked, thinking for a moment before he tugged at Ivan's scarf gently, as if emphasizing. "You haven't taken this off since I've been here..."
Ivan tensed up. "And I do not plan to, either," he said, peering over the rim of his glasses.
"How come?" Alfred asked, reaching up and poking Ivan's reading glasses with a snicker. "You look weird with glasses."
Ivan snorted. "Because I said so. And I do not." He smiled at Alfred.
"You do too look funny with glasses," Alfred huffed, poking him again. "I mean, I look heroic and sexy, cause I'm just awesome like that. You just look old."
Ivan poked Alfred's nose, "No, you just look like an adorable dork," he said, grinning.
"Hey! I am not a dork!" Alfred bristled, huffing childishly again and swatting away Ivan's hand. "I'm like, the most popular kid at school!" After he said that he took a moment to process it and he realized something that he probably would have loved at some other time, "...Holy crap I haven't been to school in like three days..."
Ivan giggled, "Do not worry, I have taken care of that, as well," Ivan said.
"How? Fuck, you thought of everything didn't you... How the fuck did you find all the time to do this?" Alfred demanded, pouting.
Ivan chuckled. "Like I said, I've been watching you for a month; I did not waste all of my time just watching you," he explained.
"Well what did you do, tell me," Alfred whined, crossing his arms.
Ivan smiled, "They, along with your father, think you are going to study abroad for a while," Ivan said, shutting the book, "Which is mostly true," he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips, "Except you won't be studying, is all," he finished.
"I highly doubt they'll actually believe I agreed to that..." Alfred replied, arching an eyebrow.
Ivan laughed a heartfelt laugh. "Well, it took a bit of convincing, but I believe they were scared enough that they believed me," he said, a sharp look in his gaze.
"So you just scared the shit out of them until they agreed? That's like, terrorism, dude," Alfred said, a skeptical look crossing his features.
Ivan smiled. "I only scared them a little, and that was plenty enough for them to believe me," he said with a smirk.
"Fine, whatever you say, terrorist." Alfred slid off of Ivan's lap and moved over to the bed, collapsing on his stomach. "I'm boooooored. And tired. And kinda hungry."
Ivan rolled his eyes. "How are you hungry again?" he asked, "You ate not too long ago." He grinned, rather amused.
Alfred rolled onto his back. "I can't help it! I eat when I'm bored!" he whined, sitting up and fidgeting. "It's so stuffy and closed in here..."
Ivan stared at Alfred for a moment. "I could open the window if you think that would help," he said, point absentmindedly at the window.
"That's not what I mean!" Alfred whined childishly, but huffed and crossed his arms, muttering a quiet, "yes, please" under his breath.
Ivan giggled, "Okay, then~" he said, moving to open the window next to the door just enough to let a nice cool breeze roll in.
Alfred flopped onto his side, crossing his arms. He still wasn't happy. He was still bored. "Can we like, go outside or something? I'm really bored..."
Ivan arched his eyebrows. "And do what..?" he asked. He hadn't thought of anything that would be entertaining, since that wasn't the general point.
"Well...I don't know. I just want to go outside! I hate being inside for so long..." Alfred muttered, shifting awkwardly. "Please, Ivan?"
Ivan gave him an odd look, "I will go with you, although I do not know what you will find of interest outside," he said.
"Do I have to have a reason? I just want to go outside!" He loved being outside, at least it was open... He hated feeling so trapped.
Ivan shrugged, "It is fine with me," he said, heading for the door.
Alfred quickly followed just in case Ivan changed his mind or something. "What can't I do?" he asked, grimacing. He knew there would be restrictions, he just needed to know what they were beforehand so that he didn't get decked to the ground for some untold rule.
Ivan gave him a look, "Well, you can not be out of my sights," he said, "And if you try to run, I will catch you and punish you, so don't even try," he finished, sending Alfred a narrow eyed look.
Alfred sighed but nodded. "Fine." He started walking, kicking a couple rocks out of his way. He was outside, it was more than he could ask for. He just liked being able to see the sky and feel free for a little while.
Ivan followed a few feet behind Alfred, looking around at the scenery in a happy manner, the sun that managed to sneak through the trees periodically reflecting off his ashen hair.
Alfred fell back a little so that he and Ivan were side by side. When he saw Ivan was distracted he pulled away and hid behind a tree, hoping that his weak attempt to escape would hold up. He didn't have very high hopes, but he was willing to try anything at this point. He wanted to go home.
Ivan continued walking, his eyes closed as he listened to the forest. He smiled when he heard the almost silent loss of the footsteps beside him. he kept walking for a moment, before carefully turning to dart from tree to tree, soon spotting Alfred's back not too far away. He was hiding behind a tree, and was peeking out, seemingly about to make a run for it. Ivan smirked, all too happy to ruin those meek plans.
Alfred was about to leave the cover of the tree when Ivan promptly came up from behind, and pinned both of his hands above the blondes head. Alfred's front was being slightly pushed into the bark of the tree, his back occupied by Ivan's body. Ivan leaned into whisper in Alfred's ear, "what the fuck do you think you are doing?" he asked in a growl, his face still somehow calm.
Alfred let out a weak yelp as he was pushed into the tree. "N-nothing," he mumbled, wiggling uncomfortably. Being trapped between a person and a tree wasn't all that comfortable.
"Really? Then why did you hide, hmm?" he asked, his lips brushing against Alfred's ear. He moved back the tiniest amount, allowing him room to breath and move a bit, but still keeping him trapped.
"Ummm..." Fuck he didn't have an excuse... "Uh..." Fuuuuck. "Hide and seek?"
Ivan didn't speak for a moment, but then laughed, "That is a feeble excuse, but I guess I will take it for now," he said, "If you play a little game with me," he said, the arm that wasn't pinning Alfred's arms above his head snaking around his torso.
Alfred shifted awkwardly. "What- what kind of game?" he asked, Adams apple bobbing nervously. Knowing Ivan it probably included something sexual.
Ivan smirked, his hand finding its way under Alfred's shirt, and moving up his chest, "What do you think, Alfred?" he whispered the question against Alfred's neck.
"That's not a game, that's just raping me," Alfred grumbled, squirming away from Ivan's hand. "I don't want to."
Ivan smiled, "Ah, but that is the game," he said, "You do not want to, so I try to make you, then you give into me," he said with a smile, "That is the game,"
Alfred writhed under the touch of his captor, grimacing. "That's not a game," he muttered, letting out an embarrassing mewl as he felt his nipples being toyed with.
Ivan licked Alfred's neck, "It is if I want it to be," he said.
Alfred mewled again, tilting his head back, accidentally giving Ivan even more access to his neck.
Ivan chuckled, his hand moving down to grope the boys crotch, "You look so delectable when you make those noises," he said, blowing a huff of air on Alfred's flick of hair.
"N-no," Alfred whimpered, trying to twist his hands out of Ivan's grip. He shuddered as his cowlick was messed with. "Nnnoo, don't," he whimpered, mewling again.
Ivan licked the hair, and gently nudged at Alfred's pants again, enjoying every reaction to his actions.
Alfred whimpered, bucking up into Ivan's hand, whimpering. "B-but what if someone comes by?" he whimpered, trembling. He didn't count on anyone coming by, but anything to stall the Russian.
Ivan laughed, "No, no one will come," he said simply, knowing that Alfred was simply trying to stall him.
Alfred was trembling harder now, still trying to twist his hands out of Ivan's grip. "N-not now..." he whimpered, trying to get away.
"If not now, then when, my dear Alfred?" Ivan asked, his voice soft, and wondering.
"J-just, not outside," Alfred muttered, looking away with a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "I don't want to be outside when...when we do it."
Ivan thought for a moment, "I guess I will comply to your wishes this time," he said, hands slipping away from Alfred's hands, and out from under his shirt, returning to his sides, "But do not think you will get off so easily if you try something like that again," he said.
Alfred rubbed his wrists, frowning. "Yeah, what would you do?" he mocked, scoffing quietly. If Ivan wanted him so bad then he wouldn't really do much to hurt him...would he?
Ivan gave him a measuring look, "Well, that depends..." he said, scoping the blondes body, "Like I said, I am sure you would look even better with your own blood on you," Ivan said with a smirk.
Alfred took a hesitant step back, leaning against the tree again. "Y-you wouldn't!" he said, hoping he was right. He was mostly bluffing his bravery at this point.
Ivan shrugged, "Perhaps," he said simply. He was aware of the fact that Alfred was actually rather scared by this point.
"C-can we just go back t-to the house now?" Alfred asked, swallowing nervously. "I'm done being outside for a bit..."
Ivan nodded, and turned to head back in the direction of the house, "Da, let's go," he said.
Alfred followed closely, not wanting to get lost, but made to stay at least two steps behind Ivan so that he didn't have the chance to do anything to him. When they returned to the cabin he flopped on the bed and rolled onto his stomach. Now he was bored again. He'd been bored outside, too, but at least then it was outside.
Ivan shook his head, "You are still bored, da?" he asked.
"Maybe," Alfred muttered, not looking over at the Russian. He didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
Ivan smiled, "Well, I have something you could do," he said, smirking as the idea came into his mind.
Alfred looked back at him now, apprehensively, "Well... What is it?" He didn't want it to be anything sexual if he could help it, but he knew better than to expect nothing from it.
"We should play strip poker!" the Russian replied in a bubbly voice.
"Ummm...okay." Alfred could play pretty well, he'd played strip poker before at parties. "I'm good though."
Ivan smiled, "We will see about that," he said, heading to where he had the games, and pulling out what he needed, before heading back over to the bed.
"So, first person completely naked loses?" Alfred said as Ivan set up the cards. "What do I get when I win?"
"I do not think we will have to worry about that, since you are not going to win," Ivan said, giving Alfred a look of amusement.
Alfred huffed childishly. "Yeah, well, humor me. When I win, what do I get, and if you win, what do you get?"
Ivan hmmmed, "If you win, you get to do one thing, anything you would like, as long as it is in this cabin, " he said, "But, if I win, you have to do a little some thing for me," he said with a smirk.
Alfred whined but sighed and nodded. "Fine. Just one thing?" He couldn't do much with just one thing... Though if he got on the computer he could probably use that one thing to talk to his dad. "Deal the first hand."
Ivan nodded, and did so, dealing out the cards, and then looking at Alfred, "You go first," he said, smiling.
Alfred put down his hand. "Flush," he said triumphantly, crossing his arms smugly. He would love to see Ivan beat that...
Ivan had been smiling the whole time, and he placed down his cards, "Royal flush," he said in an even tone.
"What! But...but..." Alfred's cheeks went red from anger, but grudgingly pulled off his shirt. He stuck his tongue out at the Russian for good measure.
Ivan smirked at that, and handed the deck to Alfred, "It is your turn to deal," he said.
Alfred huffed but dealt the cards carefully. He wouldn't put it above Ivan to cheat. He huffed as he got his hand and sighed. "Fold," he muttered, putting down his cards.
Ivan giggled at that, "You know that means you have to take something else off, since you had to forfeit," he said with a smirk.
Alfred sighed and was about to unbutton his pants when he got an idea and quickly disposed of his glasses, crosses his arms and grinning smugly. "Your turn."
Ivan narrowed his eyes, but shrugged, dealing the cards once again.
Alfred looked at his cards, biting his lip and looking down at the cards laid before them. "Straight flush," he said, laying his cards down. Hopefully Ivan wouldn't have anything to beat that...
Ivan shot Alfred a look, before dropping his cards and taking off his shirt. Alfred may be good at this, but Ivan knew he wasn't as good as himself. He had played this game many, many times.
Alfred grinned triumphantly, taking his turn to deal the cards. When he looked at his he groaned and set them down. "Fold." He was about to take his pants off when he got another idea, grinning and shedding his socks. He stuck his tongue out at Ivan again, feeling rather smug.
Ivan chuckled at Alfred's antics. He was quite adorable. He dealt again, looking over at Alfred with a smile.
"Full house," Alfred said as he laid down his cards, grinning smugly.
Ivan smirked, "Four of a kind," he said.
"Fuck..." Alfred sighed and resigned himself to take off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. For fuck's sake, at parties he could win without even taking off his jacket! Well, most of the time everyone was drunk during those games, so...
Ivan smiled, handing Alfred the cards again. Once more , and he will have won.
Alfred sighed, looking at his cards and grinning triumphantly. "Royal flush, nothing beats that," he replied with a grin, crossing his arms as he set his cards down. Maybe Ivan would take off his scarf instead of his pants... Nah, Ivan was probably too eager to keep his pants on.
Ivan frowned at Alfred's win. He shrugged it off, though, by removing his pants.
Alfred dealt the cards and kept a poker face as he saw his useless hand and the table cards. He surrendered with a sigh, folding and removing his underwear slowly. He sat there with a pout, embarrassed at having lost so quickly.
Ivan chuckled darkly, "It seems you have lost, da?" he asked, amused greatly.
Alfred grumbled and nodded. "Yeah. What did you want from me?" he asked, shifting awkwardly and covering himself halfassedly. His cock twitched from being bared to the world.
Ivan smirked, "I want you to dance," he said simply, the smile that was playing across his lips widening even more.
Alfred blinked, looking up at the Russian. "Um...what?" he asked, blinking owlishly. He didn't know how to dance! ...Well he knew how to give girls a lap dance, but that wasn't the sort of dance he wanted to give a guy. Especially Ivan.
Ivan's grin widened, "I said, I want you to dance," he said simply, his eyes narrowed in a calculating manner.
"D-dance how?" Alfred asked, cock twitching again much to his displeasure.
"Anyway you know how," he said, raising an eyebrow. Regardless of what it was, it would either be highly amusing, or sexy, although he'd prefer the ladder, either would do.
"What kinda of dance?" Alfred asked, feeling his cock twitch again much to his displeasure.
Ivan shrugged, "That's up to you," Ivan said, licking his lips.
"Can I put my underwear on at least?" Alfred asked, still hiding himself desperately. "A-and I only...only know how to give a lap dance."
Ivan nodded, handing Alfred his underwear. He was regretful about having to do so, but it was better than arguing. At least he was about to get a lap dance...
Alfred pulled on his underwear quickly and stood, biting his lip. "Umm...did you want anything specific?" he asked, swallowing thickly, hugging himself awkwardly.
Ivan thought about Alfred's question for a second before shaking his head, "Not really," he said, but he smiled, "Would you like some music?"
"I don't know...sure," Alfred muttered, biting his lip. "Can I put my clothes back on before I do it?" He wasn't in the mood to be almost entirely naked right that moment. Plus, a lap dance was better with a striptease.
Ivan shrugged again, reaching for a radio in the depths of the dresser drawer.
Alfred quickly pulled on his clothes as the music started to play. He sighed, cheeks red as he stalled for a moment, trying to think how to start. It was so embarrassing when he wasn't drunk enough to not care how stupid he looked. He took a deep breath and turned his back to the Russian, shaking his hips gently in time with the beat for a few moments before backing down into Ivan's lap, grinding him from behind roughly with a scowl on his face.
Ivan grinned at the contact, watching Alfred from the corner of his eye, before pulling out a flask of vodka and taking a gulp of it. He looked at Alfred, handing the flask to him in a gesture of respect, although he was still amused.
Alfred ignored the offer. He would rather be sober and be able to refuse Ivan's advances rather than drunk and do something stupid. He spread his legs on either side of Ivan's lap, still grinding him from behind as he placed his palms on Ivan's inner thighs. That had done it for most of the girls he'd done this to (while drunk) but he'd never given a guy a lap dance before so he wasn't entirely sure.
Ivan chuckled as Alfred denied his offer, and he sat smirking as Alfred grinded into him from behind. He didn't let it show, but he was slightly turned on. He found it funny that he had given girls a lap dance before.
Alfred gasped as he felt Ivan's cock hardening beneath him, swallowing nervously. "Getting excited, hunh?" he said. purring a bit as he grinded even harder. "Am I that good?"
Ivan chuckled, "Just a bit egotistical there, da?" he said, touching Alfred's face slightly, "My dear," he said, his eyes narrowed in pleasure, and contentment.
"Don't touch, you're not supposed to touch," Alfred snapped, quickly pushing Ivan's hands away as he stood and turned, straddling Ivan's lap properly, grinding to the beat of the faint music. Honestly he had forgot the music had even been playing...
Ivan smiled, leaning back slightly, so that his hands were no where near Alfred's body. He gazed up at Alfred, watching as sweat began to form on the others body.
Alfred moaned quietly, placing his hands on Ivan's shoulders as he leaned in, grinding and panting quietly. Who knew it was so much damn work to give a lap dance that lasted longer than a minute? He had new respect for so many strippers... He moaned quietly again, stifling himself just before he got too loud as he felt his pants tightening. He leaned back a bit and pulled his shirt off, twirling it a bit before tossing it away and sliding a hand into his pants, moaning and undoing the button and zipper.
It was all Ivan could do to not moan at the friction that was being felt between them at the moment. But he somehow managed to keep it in as Alfred removed his shirt, and began to unzip his pants in a sexy strip tease.
"Fuck..." Alfred bit his lip as he leaned forward again, still managing to grind as he reached back, sliding a hand into the back of his pants, pushing them and his underwear down further. He was starting to run out of moves so Ivan had better do something to him...
Ivan bit his lip slightly, before reaching up to flip Alfred onto his back and attack him on the lips. He couldn't hold it in anymore. Not that it mattered, since at this point, Alfred was just as turned on as he was.
"Ahn..." Alfred mewled, wrapping his legs around Ivan's waist and opening his mouth for the Russian. He could hardly think, everything was fuzzy and hot. "F-fuck," he murmured between kisses, "enough with the fucking kissing already..."
Ivan smirked, ripping Alfred's pants off his legs...well, actually, they were his pants, but that didn't matter. Although, before doing anything, he stopped, "Dry, or not?" he asked the simple question.
"N-no, please... It hurt last time," Alfred mumbled, cheeks burning with embarrassment. He didn't want it to hurt like it had before, that was just plain painful, and his ass still ached from it.
Ivan smiled, reaching over to the cabinet to grab the lube, which he promptly spread a generous amount of over his cock. He positioned himself carefully, looking at Alfred for assurance that he could begin.
Alfred spread his legs wider for the man, swallowing and nodding, closing his eyes. He knew it wouldn't be too painful, but Ivan had fucked him enough for him to know it would be uncomfortable. He relaxed as best he could, preparing for the invasion that was seconds away.
Ivan decided to go all the way in at once, so Alfred would only feel momentary pain.
Alfred gasped as he was entered so abruptly, moaning. It wasn't uncomfortable at all like he had expected, it was good, the way Ivan's huge cock stretched his walls all the way to their limits, throbbing and pulsing inside him to make him moan and roll his eyes back in his head.
Ivan, seeing that Alfred was already ready, pulled back out, beginning a steady thrusting pace of in and out. He moaned as he felt Alfred's tight heat around him again. If only he could always be inside him, he could always feel this wonderful warmth.
"Oh fuck, harder, Ivan! Faster, oh god, more!" Alfred whimpered, wrapping his legs around the Russian's waist to try and hold him so he was as deep inside as he could get. He arched his back, whimpering and reaching up to try and find something to grab onto.
Ivan moaned again, pressing his and Alfred's bodies together, trying to get as much contact as was humanly possible. He thrust harder, going into kiss Alfred again.
Alfred moaned into the kiss, going weak as he felt something being struck inside him that made him feel stars. He mewled, arching up against the Russian as he clawed at his back. "Ahn...w-wait," he mumbled against Ivan's lips, moving a hand to press against his chest.
Ivan stopped, looking at Alfred with confused and hazy eyes, "Da?" he asked breathily
"L-let me turn over..." he murmured, swallowing thickly, "we...we haven't done it like that yet."
Ivan smirked, "If that is the way you want it," He said, moving back a bit so Alfred would have some twisting room.
Alfred whined as Ivan left him, but picked himself up a bit and turned onto all fours. "O-okay," he said, looking over his shoulders before turning to look down at the sheets. He had always liked doggy style with girls...he wondered how different it was to be on the other end of the position.
Ivan nodded, and reentered Alfred from behind, his hands reaching around Alfred's body to curl over the blonde's smaller hands as he thrusted deeper into that tight hole then he ever thought possible.
Alfred mewled, clenching and tightening around the cock inside him, stirring up his insides. He looked down at Ivan's big hands covering his smaller ones as he rocked back and forth from the force of the Russian's thrusts. Could he think straight, he probably would have pushed his hands away. But right then, any contact at all while he was getting his brains fucked out from behind was wonderful, just like Ivan's cock.
Ivan leaned forward to bite Alfred's shoulder, leaving the evidence of his pleasure as he kissed the back and neck of the body below him. Ivan was happy that Alfred allowed him every opportunity he got to touch him. Every time Alfred mewled in pleasure he was sure he was going to explode. It was beautiful the way Alfred's toned, tan back arched up against his larger frame in a way a artist would most likely kill to recreate.
Panting heavily, Alfred rocked back into Ivan's thrusts roughly, rolling his hips back to try and get him in deeper, mewling and bowing his back up against the Russian with a sharp cry as his sweet spot was struck again, wracking a wave of orgasm through him as he spilled himself onto the sheets below.
Ivan came shortly after, releasing his essence deep inside Alfred's ass. He sighed, pulling out and promptly collapsing next to Alfred.
Alfred whined, panting against the sheets and shaking his ass. "No, don't stop, again," he begged, still trying to catch his breath. Ivan had made him cum without even touching his cock... "I want more," he whimpered, pushing himself up and trying to sit up.
Ivan's eyes widened in surprise, but his shock quickly morphed into amusement, happy that his little lover wanted another go. He smirked, "Fine then," he said, sitting up again, his energy restored by Alfred's enthusiasm, "But you will have to fuck yourself on my cock if you want it so badly," he said, mischief sparkling in his violet eyes.
Alfred whined childishly, puffing his cheeks out. "But you get so deep when we do it doggy style... A lot deeper then when I ride," he huffed, reaching back and easily pushing two fingers inside himself with little resistance. "Oh fuck," he moaned, eyes fluttering close, fingers sliding in and out easily with Ivan's cum acting as lube. "How much cum do you have...?" he muttered, looking over his shoulder as he fingered himself.
Ivan smirked at Alfred's show, and barely registered Alfred's question, but barely managed a response, holding up a hand that was splattered with cum here and there, "Enough," he said, simply.
Alfred blushed and stopped fingering himself, crawling into Ivan's lap, rubbing against Ivan's half hard cock. He moaned, reaching back to rub Ivan's cock between his cheeks, shivering at the friction and pleasure, stroking Ivan's cock with the tips of his fingers gently to get him hard again.
Ivan moaned as Alfred's talented fingers wrapped around his cock, quickly making the offending body part stand up straight.
Alfred bit his lip and guided Ivan's cock into his hole, mewling and shaking as just the head went in. He moaned as he pushed back, swallowing the Russian's shaft further as far as the position allowed. "Oh my god..." he whimpered, shuddering as his cock quickly came back to life with the stimulation to his oversensitive ass.
Ivan, seeing Alfred's cock react to the stimulation, wrapped his hand around the shaft, pumping up and down slowly with his hand, the other moving to Alfred's hip.
"Ahn...n-no," Alfred whimpered, closing the distance between their bodies and draping his arms over Ivan's shoulders. "J-just wanna cum from my ass..." he mumbled breathlessly, mewling as he rocked his hips, pulled forward with Ivan's aid. Ivan just smiled, knowing Alfred was having a hard time controlling himself. He pumped Alfred's cock a bit fast, timing it with their deep thrusts.
Alfred mewled, burying his face in Ivan's scarf, breathing hard as he shuddered every time his sweet spot was hit. He burrowed deeper, finally finding the skin of Ivan's neck and nipping gently. He figured if Ivan got to leave hickeys he could do the same.
Ivan froze, coming to a complete halt when Alfred reached his neck, nipping at it gently. He felt heat burn through his body and his face turned a light shade of red.
"What's wrong?" Alfred mumbled, licking Ivan's neck gently, tongue running over...was that a scar? "You stopped moving..." He pulled back a little, brow furrowing. "And your face is all red..."
Ivan's breathing had sped up, and his eyes were glazed over. He turned to look at Alfred when the voice rang out around him, and he lost it. Before Ivan could think about what he was doing, he flipped Alfred onto his back, quickly changing their positions before thrusting so deep into the body beneath him, that there was no doubt Alfred would feel the remnants of it for days. He grabbed both of Alfred's hands, pinning them above his head as Ivan attacked Alfred's lips fiercely, nipping, sucking, licking, and biting.
Alfred let out a sharp scream, Ivan's cock reaching places so deep inside him he hadn't even known it was possible. His eyes rolled back in his head, back arching up so far it was painful. He weakly pulled at his hands, wanting to grab onto something but not having nearly enough focus to break free. Another pleasure filled scream left him as Ivan began hitting his sweet spot over and over with force that was sure to leave him aching for hours.
Ivan was breathing hard, cold air leaving his mouth which made the air fog every time he huffed out in time with the thrusts. He moaned over and over, completely lost in Alfred's heat, the warmth consuming him, although he was still as cold as ever to the touch. As his high slowly began to fade, his loosened the hand that was pinning both of Alfred's above his head, and once again laced his fingers into Alfred's.
Alfred's screams faded into mewls, leaving him disappointed that the raucous, mind-blowing fucking had only lasted so long. He leaned up as far as he could and started biting and licking at Ivan's neck again. It had seemed to work the first time, why not again? He had liked how uncontrolled Ivan had been, animalistic and raw...
Ivan shuddered as the one place that made him lose control was once again stimulated. He saw red as his whole body felt as though it had burst into flames. He used both his hands now to pin Alfred's above his head, shoving them into the mattress as his intensity once again rose to the point of utter annihilation. He looked down, and all he could see was Alfred's face, his water blue eyes, his blushing face. All he could hear was the noises Alfred was making, the mewls, and screams. All he could feel was Alfred's body, like it was another part if his, as they slammed into each other like trains on a collision course over and over again.
Alfred's screaming returned as he found that wonderful hard and fast paced rhythm that he was learning he loved. He screamed one last time as he arched his back, finding climax with a glorious cumshot and going limp. His tongue hung out his mouth as he panted and whined with Ivan still filling him over and over.
Ivan pumped into Alfred, and came again deep inside the blonde, his juices overflowing around his cock, and leaking from Alfred's hole. Ivan remained frozen there for a moment before his eyes cleared, and he pulled out of Alfred, falling to the side in a lump. He was breathing hard, his face still trying to fade from that light shade of red that was unusual on his pale face.
Alfred thought he had passed out for a moment when Ivan had kept fucking him and rolled onto his side, finding Ivan beside him. "Wow," he murmured, body aching from the rough treatment he had received. And rough he liked it. "Just...wow. What was that all about? Not complaining but...wow."
Ivan grumbled, still slightly out of it, he turned and pulled Alfred close to his body, encasing the other in his arms.
Alfred snuggled up close, hands feeling out Ivan's muscular body. "I think I need another bath," he mumbled, sighing contentedly. "My ass is leaking a shitload of cum..." As he spoke he trailed a hand down, gripping Ivan's soft cock and stroking him, the remnants of cum making his hand slide over the flesh easily.
Ivan moaned as Alfred's hand gripped his cock for the second time that day. He was already sensitive from having all the friction inside Alfred that this little touch caused shivers to crawl up his spine.
Feeling Ivan's grip around him slacken a bit, Alfred slid down the Russian's body, settling between his legs and giving his cock a shy lick. "I got your cock all dirty," he mumbled, licking up the excess cum caught in Ivan's foreskin, "so I'll clean it for you."
Ivan went completely jelly at Alfred's words. Although he didn't like letting other people do things for him, he couldn't move very well right now, and so his choices were limited. He moaned as Alfred licked his cock like it was food.
Alfred briefly wondered if Ivan even had anymore cum to give, but didn't think it would fit the mood to really ask. He licked and slurped obscenely around Ivan's member, forcing him to erection again and licking up all the excess semen and saliva. It didn't taste particularly bad... Salty and a little tart, but not explicitly bad. He wondered if he could swallow this time...
Ivan twitched a bit, moaning every few seconds. He gripped strands of Alfred's hair in his fingers, enjoying the feeling of the soft golden stands running over his palms.
Alfred took the Russian into his mouth, moaning as his cowlick was smoothed over, making him shiver. He sucked a bit, cheeks sinking in just slightly as he applied some suction before pulling off and licking around the crown, sucking on the tip just barely.
Ivan moaned again, tugging on Alfred's hair trying to get the blonde to do more.
Alfred took the silent cues, wrapping his lips around Ivan's cock again and sucking sweetly before pulling off and laving his cock with saliva before repeating the process all over again.
Ivan's eyes rolled back in his head, his legs twitching every once in a while. Those lips could do heavenly things.
Alfred licked down Ivan's cock, the tip of his tongue trailing down further, hand grasping Ivan's balls as he took a tentative lick. He made a face and went back up, though his grip didn't slacken in the slightest as he took the Russian into his mouth as far as he could go, bobbing his head slightly.
Ivan groaned from the pleasure that felt so good it almost hurt. Why was Alfred so good at this? It was almost like he was on another level, although that couldn't be compared to how he had been earlier when he'd lost all control, but this was about the most amazing feeling that was one he had time to savor.
Alfred sucked a bit, sighing around Ivan's cock slightly. When would he be done? His jaw was starting to get sore... He pulled off and dragged the flat of his tongue over the head of Ivan's cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that was gathered there. He slid his tongue around the edges of Ivan's foreskin, kissing the tip and poking the slit with his tongue gently.
With a moan, Ivan came again, head falling back into the bed in the after effects of yet another orgasm.
Alfred choked up as his mouth was flooded with cum. He couch and pulled back, struggling to swallow. He gulped awkwardly, semen dribbling down the corners of his mouth. "Gross..." he muttered, licking his lips. It was salty and heavy. He wasn't sure he liked it. Was he supposed to? He didn't ponder over it and snuggled up on top of Ivan, poking his cheek. "Can we go take a bath?"
Ivan groaned, and then took a shaky breath, before nodding, "Da," he said simply, although he held Alfred for a moment before allowing him to get up, his body slowly following.
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