"Mmmm.."
Matthew hummed, then relaxed his throat as he swallowed down as much of Russia as he could take. He could only go halfway before his gag reflex would kick in.
He dragged his tongue along the heated skin as he came back up for air, then suckled at the tip. The slit was leaking precum and he lapped it up, tasting it and wanting more.
Russia was rock hard. It hadn't taken much to get him that way. In fact.. he'd started almost as soon as his pants had been pulled off. Matthew found that pretty odd.. since normally it took alot of fondling and sucking to bring his unconscious playthings to acceptable hardness. But any concern was forgotten when Matthew realized the size of the package he'd just unwrapped.
Russia was thick and heavy.. bigger than anyone he'd been with before. Matthew was hard too, his desire causing him to tremble as he quickly shed himself of his clothing.
He'd settled himself between Russia's legs and bent to work on bringing the man to his full size. He wrapped his hand around Russia, gently pumping while he kissed, teased and licked from tip to base.
He moved lower and buried his nose in the silver curls, mouthing and sucking at Russia's balls. He spread his hands out over the huge man's stomach, then firmly gripped his hips.
His eyes were closed as he kissed his way back up the shaft, then back down again. He was so lost in what he was doing that he didn't hear a very soft groan. He didn't see a large hand shaking as it clenched to make a fist, then unclenched.. only to grab the covers.. as if it were barely able to resist burying itself in Matthew's long, blond curls.
Canada finished his work with one last, long slurp up the side of Russia's member. He kissed the tip, then left the bed to pick his blazer up from the floor. He fished around in his inner pockets until he found his small bottle of lubricant. He rejoined Russia on the bed and squeezed a fair amount into one of his palms.
He wrapped his hand around Russia again, squeezing up and down his length, spreading the slickness. He moved to straddle the Russian's hips. He squeezed more of the lubricant onto his fingers and leaned forward, bracing himself against Russia's chest, and reaching beneath to find his entrance.
He circled his little hole a few times, causing himself to shiver, then pushed in a finger. He leaned down and kissed the Russian on his cheek, then his neck. He leaned down to whisper into his ear.
"I've wanted you so bad.. more than anyone else."
He nibbled on Russia's earlobe, biting it gently. He was too distracted to notice the shiver that went through the larger man's body.
He slid in a second finger and thrust a few times to help himself loosen his inner muscles. Then he reached to take Russia in his hand, holding him steady as he positioned the tip at his entrance. He grit his teeth and closed his eyes tightly as he pushed back. This was the hardest part.. the most painful part.. the part that stung as he was split open and the tip disappeared inside.
Matthew adjusted himself, resting his hands on Russia's chest. He took a deep breath and pushed back further, sinking down onto Russia's length inch by inch. He whimpered as he was stretched nearly past what he thought he could handle. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, but he didn't stop. He lifted himself just a little, then sank back down. He gave a little cry as he took more in, then held his breath as he settled, fully seated. He began to pant and trembled, doing his best to stay still as his body worked to adjust to the size of the intruder.
Russia was too big! It hurt so much.. but Matthew couldn't help but savour that hurt. He peeked his eyes open to look at the huge nations' face. His tears made his vision blurry and he did not see the way Russia's jaw was clenched, his lips slightly parted to show teeth. He didn't notice the tiny droplets of sweat that had broken out on Russia's brow.
Matthew had worked himself into his own sweat, and it trickled down his back as he began to move. He had to be careful at first, pulling himself almost all the way up, then sinking slowly back down. His cheeks were burning red with heat as he concentrated on the maddeningly slow task of accepting Russia into his body.
He leaned forward so that he could thrust back more comfortably, and after a few minutes he found he could move faster with little pain.
"Oh God.." He moaned as he moved. That tight, electrifying, nerve pounding sensation of pure, white heat that accompanied being penetrated began to course through him. It urged him to spread his legs wider and push back more and more firmly against Russia's cock. Gooseflesh came alive first on his arms, then travelled down his sides and back, the little peachy hairs on his skin standing on end.
He buried his face against Russia's chest and moaned. His legs were becoming jelly and so he impaled himself fully and just rocked his hips back and forth instead. With Russia buried so deep inside him, brushing and rubbing against that special spot so nicely, Matthew knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Ah.. nngh.. MMM-!"
Two large hands suddenly grabbed his hips and held him in place as Russia's hips began to move. The slapping sound of skin on skin filled the room and Matthew should have been very alarmed but he was much too deep in fevered pleasure to care. Russia's knees came up and Matthew leaned back against them, rocking with the motion of the pistoning hips beneath him. It was enough to send him flying over the edge and he threw back his head in abandon.
"Russia!" He cried as he came, his body tensing and shaking with tremours. The hips beneath him stopped, Matthew's spasming body clenching down too tight to continue.
The orgasm was powerful and Canada rode it's waves in great, gasping moans. Gradually he relaxed and slowly he lay down against Russia's sweating chest. The member still buried deep inside him throbbed, and Matthew had a fleeting thought about the 'seconds' Alfred warned him not to take.
He knew he would be too sore for another round.. but for now all he wanted to do was lay against the larger nations chest and listen to his heart beating. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, completely at ease.
Hands trailed up his sides. A kiss was placed on his forehead.
"Did you enjoy yourself, comrade?"
Matthew's eyes snapped open.
He pushed himself up with a gasp and saw Russia laying beneath him with a crooked smile.
Oh shit!
He scrambled to dislodge himself from the Russian and almost tripped over the boots that were laying on the floor beside the bed. He stumbled to the door, smacking his shoulder against it as he hurried to unlock the bolt. He heard Russia getting off the bed behind him and stalking towards him.
He yanked the door open.. but he forgot about the chain lock! He quickly shut the door again to pull the chain free, but by then it was too late. Impossibly strong arms had wrapped themselves around him and pulled him back against Russia's broad chest.
He sucked in a breath to yell for help, but a hand clapped over his mouth. He struggled, but it was useless. Russia's grip was like a vice.
The larger man chuckled softly and leaned down to whisper into his ear.
"Oh no, little Canada. You do not get to play victim when it was you who put drug in my water. You bring me to my room and use me like sexual toy. Then you try to run away and leave me like this?"
Russia pushed his still achingly hard shaft against Matthew's bottom. Matthew whimpered and wriggled in Russia's arms, his eyes rolling up to meet the violet gaze that was so much like his own. Russia smiled down at him in his scary way, then grabbed for a great handful of Canada's hair.
"I'm sorry!" Matthew gasped out now that his mouth was free, but Russia only laughed.
"No, little Canada. You are not sorry. Yet."
Matthew was dragged back to the bed by his hair. He was shoved down face first and his arms were yanked behind his back. Then he felt the discarded rope binding his arms painfully together. Russia tied him tightly, then lifted him and deposited him in the middle of the bed. He then climbed on after Matthew, positioning him on his knees. A hand slapped Canada's bottom sharply when he squirmed.
With his face shoved against the pillows and his ass in the air.. it seemed Matthew was going to get those 'seconds', afterall.
He trembled when Russia grabbed his hips and thrust himself back inside.
Stay tuned! There's more to come. :)
