Original Rough Draft. Written early 2009.
It was official. No matter how hard China stared at the digital clock hiding in the corner, it didn't magically change back to 10:00 PM. Another minute ticked by and China's left eye twitched with irritation.
Late. Russia was late for their date.
Cursing the Russian with all his might, China crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the computer screen with murder in his eyes. Russia had better sign on MSN soon or else he was signing off. How dare he be late to their weekly online date when he was the one that bullied him into this in the first place? China went through hell and money to pester Hong Kong into teaching him how to use MSN properly. It would've been better if it was QQ* instead. He actually understood QQ since it was invented in him.
10:08. Eight minutes passed by without any sign of the larger nation. His anger dissipating into a mere sulk, China pouted. If he was going to be late, Russia should've at least warned him ahead of time. Instead, China was now stuck waiting for him like a lovesick puppy in front of his computer. Sighing both from exasperation and anxiety, China's eyes automatically drifted to his desk drawer for comfort.
He paused for a moment, his lips parting from surprise before being replaced by a soft smile at the thought of what laid inside the drawer. Slowly he opened it and lifted out a pair of old leather gloves. The gloves had seen better days; it was worn thin in places and some of the seams were coming apart, but China regarded it with fondness. He placed it on the table delicately, his fingertips grazing the leather with admiration. Old and ragged it may be, but it held sentimental values. To China, these gloves were filled irreplaceable memories. These were the gloves Russia wore during his Soviet days.
Ding
China's head snapped up at the notification- excitement filling him- to be only disappointed to find Hong Kong signed on. The weary nation checked the block button.
Closing his eyes, China sighed again. He knew how pathetic he was acting- staring at his screen with focused attention, practically willing Russia to hurry up and come online, and all the while sniffing at the Russian's old clothing. He wouldn't admit it since he still had to pretend to have some semblance of pride, but he actually looked forward to their weekly chats. It wasn't unusual for them to go for weeks or months without ever hearing each others' voices. This was the closest thing to a real date that they had in their busy lives.
Half a month ago as the World Conference in Paris came to an end, Russia silently cornered him as he usually did and asked if they could go somewhere with just the two of them. China hesitated.
"Where?" he asked suspiciously, "And what will we be doing?"
Russia shrugged, snatching China's hand and dragging him away from the conference room. "Somewhere. Anywhere. I just want to spend some time with you."
"W-wait, Ivan!" China cried out as he stumbled after Russia's longer strides, "My flight is in 4 hours! I have to pack!"
"Then we'll just have to go back to your place and have our little 'bonding' time there won't we?"
China's eyes grew large. "Y-you don't mean….I- You-…. We can't! I have to sit in the plane for almost 10 hours! No, Ivan!"
Russia stopped in his tracks, causing a surprised China to run into him. He would've fallen if Russia had not caught him by the waist and pulled him unnervingly close. The Russian didn't even give the prude man a chance to speak. Immediately, methodically he backed China against the wall until not an inch separated their bodies. China could feel Russia's burning heat through his clothes and gasped as Russia suddenly pressed a knee between his legs with just the right amount of pressure.
"Yao," Russia whispered, tilting the other's head up. He gazed into China's flushed face and smiled. With his delectable lips raised up as if offering it to the Gods, it would be so easy to steal a kiss from the smaller nation. From the hitch in China's breathing and anticipation in those golden eyes, it seemed even the Chinese expected it.
Russia lowered his head, placing kisses on China's cheek, his jaw line, the corner of his eyes- everywhere except where the older man wanted it. "We haven't seen each other in 2 months, Yao. The next time we can finally meet will be 3 months from now." He undid China's tie, trailing kisses along the silken neck. "I've missed you."
"I-Ivan," China stuttered, his tongue becoming nothing more than a useless lump of meat in his mouth. Russia was getting better at seducing him. The blond's lewd actions played on China's physical senses while his sweet words of want filled the other with desire and a need to protect.
China could feel his mind and body already prepared to drown into heedless pleasure he knew Russia could give him. He bit his lips, stopping a moan from escaping as Russia's thumb brushed tantalizingly close to his nipple. Two months really was too long for the both of them. He missed the desperation he felt during the sweaty nights of tangled limbs and half torn clothes. He missed the sensation of drowning as Russia's heavy body mercilessly pounded him into the bed. But what he missed most of all, was waking up in the middle of the night to find Russia's sleeping face tucked into the corner of his neck and holding him ever so tenderly.
However, this was neither the time nor place to have their little reunion.
"Ivan. Stop," China said, pushing at Russia's chest, "We don't have time for this."
Violet eyes glared at the slender man. "You mean you don't have time."
"I'm sorry….Maybe on another occasion." China blushed.
"Not if I have it my way," Russia said, slipping his hand under China's shirt to touch bare skin.
"Ivan!" China shrieked. Infuriating as he was, Russia would never really go through with making love in the middle of a deserted hallway, but China wasn't about to that take chance. When provoked, Russia was one of the most unpredictable persons he knew. "Stop it! I'm serious!"
"Do you think you could really stop me if I want this?" Russia's tease held a threatening undertone.
China's glare answered the offensive question for him.
Laughing, Russia pecked China on the forehead before taking a step back. "I was just joking. Stop trying to imagine 7 different ways to kill me, love."
"If you weren't joking, you would've seen the back of my fist already, Russia."
The Northern nation smiled, tucking the other's hand into his arm and began walking. "I'm sorry. Seems I took my joke a little too far. I was just a tiny bit upset when I found out you weren't as excited to see me as I was to see you."
"That's not true!" China objected
"I booked my flight separate from the other Russian representatives because I thought we could finally have some quality time together. How about you, Yao?"
The Chinese fumbled for an answer, "I…I…."
Russia dropped China's hand and feigned being heart broken. "I always knew you were a cold person, but I thought it was only towards outsiders. Am I just considered your play thing, China?" Russia pretended to wipe away the tears in his eyes. "Am I just another warm body to you?"
China scowled. "Stop over exaggerating! You know I considered you as close to me as my siblings. I…just forgot. I'm allowed to be forgetful once every while. It comes with age."
Russia's lips quivered and China sighed, giving in at last to the pitiful act the other nation was putting up. "I'm really sorry." He tiptoed to kiss Russia on his chin. "We can't…you know, today, but come next meeting, I'll devote myself entirely to you alright? All day and night, I'll lavish you with my undying attention. Will that be enough?"
Encircling China's waist, Russia shook his head. "No."
"No?" China yelled, "What do you mean no? What else could you possible want?"
"I want to hold you and kiss you everyday," Russia answered without hesitation, "but since I can't do that, I want to see and hear your voice more often and not just once every 2 months." Russia tweaked China's nose. "It's time you start using instant messaging and learn how to install a webcam."
"Why do I have to-" China started to ask.
Russia cut him off. "And we should set a meeting so we can talk at least once a week."
China gave him a pleading look, already dreading the headache he knew he would have if he even stepped near a computer. "Ivan, you know how much I hate anything involving electronics. Do I really have to-"
"You owe me," Russia stated bluntly.
"Yes, but we can do other things like sending lett-"
"I'm staying two extras day in perverted France because I thought I would spend it with you. Where will you be?"
"But-"
"Have sex with me now or install MSN."
China installed MSN.
In the beginning he was skeptical about this whole venture. No matter what kind of conversations they had through the computer screen, it could never replace the ones they had face to face. There was no body warmth to cuddle to, no shared kisses. It was nothing but a sham of a real relationship. Despite his reservations, China installed the program and bought a webcam to pacify Russia anyway. When the larger, bigger nation pulled the big round eyes on him, he couldn't refuse. It was a weakness of his he knew Russia used to his full advantage. Besides, he already spent money on this. He had to get his money's worth.
As expected, during their 'first date' the first few minutes were beyond awkward. China stumbled on his words, blushing like an adolescent boy taking out his first girlfriend to dinner. He was unnerved by the sight of himself in the corner of the message box. It was uncomfortable watching himself trying to talk to Russia. It never occurred to him how absolutely effeminate he looked compared to the grinning Russian.
Russia, on the other hand, was completely composed. It was thanks to his constant teasing and unchanging demeanor that China soon forgot about being self-conscious. It didn't take long before he started scowling at the other nation and began enjoying himself. By the second date, China had to concede internet dating was a good enough substitute for the real thing.
Now if only Russia would hurry up and get on MSN!
Ding
Ivan is inviting you to start a video conversation. Do you want to Accept (Alt + C) or Decline (Alt + D) the invitation?
"Aiyah, finally!" China exclaimed and promptly clicked the accept button.
You have accepted the invitation to start a video conversation.
An image of Russia dressed in his suit popped up. "Hi, Y-"
"What took you so long? You're late by," China interrupted him and checked the clock, "17 minutes! I could've made tea and be done with it by now!"
"There were minor changes to some documents so I-"
"Do you know how long I waited?" China fumed.
Russia quirked up an eyebrow, wondering if this was a trick question. Didn't China just say how long he was late by? "Um…17 minutes?"
"Exactly!"
Russia smiled, taking no offense at China's childish antics. He actually found it quite endearing when the Chinese shed his mask of indifference and indefinite wisdom. It made it that much easier to read him. "I've missed you too, Yao."
China flushed a rose pink. "What to you mean by 'too'? I never said anything about missing you."
"Ah, then let me correct myself," Russia said unperturbed, "I mean I've missed you. I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole entire day."
Russia watched with satisfaction China squirm in his seat, embarrassed by the honest statement. He figured out a long time ago the more open he was about what he thought, the more flustered China became. His love of seeing troubled faces hadn't stopped, but instead intensified thanks to China and his cute overreactions. The whole day while he was working on signing the new documents and going over new legislations, he was already plotting out his next scheme.
"Yao, do you know what I was imagining when I was thinking about you?"
China saw the mischievous grin and eyed Russia with suspicion. "Probably something I wouldn't like…."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I know for certain you'll like it," Russia leaned back into his swivel chair, purring, "After all, you always begged for more when I do it for you."
"I have a feeling I'm going to regret hearing this," China remarked wryly, but he wasn't overly concerned about what Russia was going to say. By now he was used to most of Russia's outlandish statements in hopes of getting a reaction from him. He was already mentally preparing himself when the Russian popped the question.
"Let's have cyber sex using our webcam, yes?"
"WHAT?" China was so startled from the sudden nonchalant way Russia asked the question, he fell out of his chair. Hurriedly gathering himself up from the ground, China peered at Russia's pleased face from the edge of his desk. "Ivan…you just didn't suggest to me to have s-sex with you through the webcam did you?"
Hands folded neatly in front of him, Russia beamed at the older nation through the computer screen. "Of course I did! I was looking forward to today so I could watch you jerk yourself off."
Disbelief and indignation filled China's body. He gripped the corner of his computer, imagining it was Russia's arms he was breaking. "You bastard. You suggested this whole internet thing just for this didn't you? You sick pervert! I knew you were up to something!"
"Yao~ That's a cruel thing to say," The other nation whined, "I suggested the 'whole internet' thing because I don't like going for weeks without seeing you." Placing an elbow on his desk and resting his cheeks on his hand, Russia winked at China. "Cyber sex is just an unexpected bonus."
"The answer is no, Ivan," China said flatly, "My country doesn't allow sexual material. How do you expect my people to follow the rules if I don't?"
"No one will see except for me," Russia reasoned sweetly, "It's not against the law for loving couples to be intimate is it?"
China didn't budge. "People can get fined if they're even caught sex texting so yes, it is against the law."
"But that doesn't apply to you," Russia countered, undeterred, "We're nations. What we're doing is for the sake of both our countries. We're simply reaffirming our alliance."
"Whatever cockamamie reason you come up with, my answer is still going to be no."
Russia tilted his head. He regarded China with interest as he asked him, "Yao, why don't you ever want to try something fun and exciting? You're always prim and proper." The larger nation smiled, baiting the other man. "Always so boring."
China's back stiffened. His siblings often used that word to describe him. He was too strict, too old fashioned, too boring for them to invite him out to go to movies or amusement parks nowadays. It wasn't his fault loud music made his head hurt and roller coasters made him lose his morning meal. How is that even fun? It's just mindless entertainment that'll shave away some of your life. The days are better spent quietly playing xiangqi and guzheng anyway. They better both the mind and soul.
He took Russia's bait. Even if it was true, China still took offense when people called him boring. He wasn't damn it!
"What do you mean?" China huffed out, "I am not boring!"
"I think your unwillingness to try new things constitutes as being a boring, Yao-Yao," Russia said in a lilting, teasing voice.
"Stop it!" China warned, "I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work. I am not about to...to…whatever just to prove I'm 'fun'. I know how to have fun and stay morally decent. Unlike some people."
Russia yawned," Are you done with your lecture yet? I almost fell asleep."
Brushing off China's death glare, Russia laughed, "Come on, Yao. There's nothing wrong with this."
"Yes, there is," China replied stubbornly.
Hooded lilac eyes gazed at China with sultry lust. "I haven't touched you in over 3 months now. Watching you bring yourself to completion while calling out my name is the next best thing, don't you think?"
China pursed his lips and shook his head. "The answer is still no, Ivan."
"Stop being a bore, Yao," Russia sighed in exasperation, "No wonder there's a rumor about you being a 4000 year old virgin."
The ebony haired nation inhaled sharply. China stared at Russia stone still as if he stopped breathing and his heart stopped beating. A second of silence ticked by.
"There's a rumor about me?" The Chinese croaked out at last.
"Yes. Francis and Antonio had a bet about who was the first one to lose their virginity and it escalated from there."
"B-but…Ivan, you should know better that I…I'm not…," China couldn't finish his sentence. He was still too stunned that anyone would even think he was still wet behind the ears. He was 5 millenniums old! He may be a prude, but he had his wild days too! Does no one study Chinese history?
Russia smiled smugly. "Well~ I was going to tell them that when they asked me, but then I realized you were well beyond 4000 years when we finally slept together so that counts as you being a 4000 year old virgin right? You were pretty tight when I-"
"Complete that sentence and I'll castrate you."
Obligingly Russia clamped his mouth shut, but China's threatening gaze didn't diminish the twinkle in his eyes. "So will you jerk off for me now?" he asked innocently.
China glowered, "What does that have to do with this?"
"If you do, I might be inclined to help you stop the rumors," Russia offered graciously.
"Are you blackmailing me?"
"I wouldn't say blackmail. Calling it an 'incentive' sounds much nicer doesn't it?"
China slammed his fist down; pens and papers clattered everywhere on the desk. Just because he had some modesty and common sense does not mean he was some innocent, little, weepy virgin. They're all idiots! What happened to decorum and humility, when the world actually made sense? It must be all America's fault; him and his damn Hollywood blockbusters. Sex, sex, sex, and some action packed explosion. What does some little sexual exploit prove to the world? Absolutely nothing!
Clenching his jaw, China mulled over the humiliation that everyone assumed him to be inexperienced in bed. He enjoyed sex like any normal man and he most certainly had good technique, China thought as he glared at Russia's amused face. If he didn't, the larger nation wouldn't demand it of him so often.
Russia was playing him for a fool.
Oh, China knew quite well that what Russia just told him was the complete truth. Most likely the other nations did spread the ludicrous rumor about him. What China held a grudge on was the fact Russia was enjoying this. The sadistic nation enjoyed breaking the news to China the way he did. In fact, he was patiently waiting for China to decide whether to allow the rumors to continue to spread or throw away his pride and spread his legs. Either way, Russia would savor the results.
Frustration and stress made China's head throb. He raised a hand to massage his aching temples when something fell on the floor.
It was Russia's gloves. China sighed, bending down to pick them up. He paused as the leather brushed against his skin- soft, cool, and smooth. China stared at it in wonder, rubbing the material between his fingers- thinking, calculating- when at last a devilish idea entered his head. China smiled. If Russia wanted to play this little game, then he will. He'll prove to the silver haired blond just how 'exciting' he could be.
"Ivan," China breathed the other's name softly, "I would appreciate it if you stop the rumors for me. It's hard to live up to the image of a rising super power if I'm branded as a virgin…."
Russia chuckled. From the way China's golden eyes darkened into amber, he surmised where this was going. "Does this mean I'll hear your pretty voice scream my name tonight?"
Unruffled, China leaned back in his chair and daintily shrugged his shoulder. "Maybe, but you'll have to answer my question first."
"What question is that?"
"Is it because you miss me that you're asking me to do this?" China's voice was mildly curious.
"I'm interested in how much you saved up, Yao," Russia teased, enjoying their sexually fueled banter, "It's been too long since I last made love to you~"
"Oh, I wouldn't say I've been deprived without you," China replied smugly.
Russia cocked his head. "And what is that suppose to mean, little Jao."
China gave Russia a sphinx's smile, undisturbed by the possessiveness in the Russian's voice. "If you miss me that much that you're…frustrated and looking for an outlet," China cooed, "You should've done what I did."
"Oh?" Russia questioned gently, "What is that I should've done that would better than this?"
China pulled out the gloves from under the desk, holding them up clearly for Russia to see. "Do you remember the time you were going to throw these out and I asked if I could have them?"
Inch by inch, Russia watched China's slender right hand slip into a glove that was supposedly his. He shook his head, confused. He had no idea where China was heading with this and the smile the other gave him held no clue. "Yes," Russia answered cautiously, "I do remember. Why do you ask?"
"Have you never wondered why I wanted them?"
"I assumed it's because you don't like throwing away things that can still be useful."
"That is true and your gloves have proven to be very useful indeed," China laughed, his eyes beckoning Russia to join in on his joke "Why don't I show you?"
"Show me? Why would I be inter-" Russia stopped talking; China's the throaty moan caught his attention. The larger nation's lips parted from surprise. China couldn't possibly be doing what he thought he was doing. This was China they were talking about. There was no way….
China shivered as a smooth gloved hand ran up his thigh. His eyes drifting close, China spoke to Russia in a dream like tone. "Ivan, do you know what I imagine when I see your gloves?"
Transfixed by China's languid state and flushed pink cheeks, Russia silently shook his head.
The hand went up a little higher and China bit back a gasp. He took a slow calming breath before opening his eyes. The Chinese allowed himself a small smile, pleased to find Russia's eyes attentively watching him, devouring his every move. Russia was about to find out China was anything but boring. "I think of you."
Russia swallowed, his throat becoming dry. This can't be reality. He must be dreaming. China couldn't be doing this. His mind reeled from the thought. Sure, he didn't expect less from the prideful man to take on his challenge, but he knew China. The older man would complain and whine throughout the whole ordeal until he reached the point of no return. Russia loved watching China concentrate hard in denying the pleasures his body could give him. The more he held back his cries, the more Russia wanted to hear them. He would linger long and hard on China's sensitive body just to try and break him. When the reserved nation's control finally slipped and broke, Russia relished the power of it.
But tonight, China held no reservation. Tonight, he snatched the role of game master from the Russian and would watch the other fail in his own game.
The microphone caught the distinct clink of China's belt being undone. Molten eyes gazed at Russia through long, black lashes. "I think of the time when these gloves belonged to you. I imagine your hands- rough and hard- wearing them." China's eyes fluttered closed and he shuddered uncontrollably as the cool leather dipped below his naval.
"And when I wear them, do you know what happens, Ivan?" China asked breathlessly
Russia opened his mouth, but no words came. Immensely satisfied with the other's stunned expression, China gave a whispery laugh. "I pretend it's you….That it's your hands sending me over the edge. Over and over again." The hand hovered close to his hot arousal. Close- so close China could feel the heat of the glove against the core of himself.
China raised his glazed eyes to meet Russia's on the screen. Amethyst eyes still shone disbelief, but beneath they were filled with lust from China's shameless admission to what he did when loneliness set in. However, this would be first time he even wore the gloves, much less do something so demeaning to it.
But a little white lie never hurt anyone.
Violet and golden eyes never leaving one another, China grazed the tip of his cock with the silky, smooth leather. Electricity shot through the slender man's legs from the simple touch. His body grew taut and the groan ripped from China's throat rang loudly in Russia's ears. It was a plea.
A plea for Russia to stroke him harder.
Clear, thick liquid leaked out from the tip of his cock and coated Russia's glove until its dull surface shone with his lust and desire. His own body fluid made it easy to wrap his fingers around his hard, standing rod. Smooth, sleek, and sickeningly wet, soft leather slid down his entire length. China threw his head back, a stuttering breath caught in his throat. He bit his lips to stem a groan from spilling as images of Russia- his hands, his touch- flashed through his mind.
"I'll tell you a secret, Ivan." Accentuating his actions, China worked his fingers into the second glove, not stopping until his whole hand was encased in the old, tattered thing riddled with memories. He ran an index finger over his lips, his eyes drifting close as he imagined it was Russia he was kissing. His tongue darted out and tasted the fingertip of the glove. It tasted...old. Salty and perhaps a little sweet. It wasn't exactly what Russia tasted like, but when his tongue swept over base the of his knuckle to the very tip of his finger, he could picture it was Russia he was devouring. It was enough to elicit a moan from him as he worked two fingers into his mouth and drenched them with saliva.
He opened his eyes and found violet eyes staring at him wildly. China shrugged his shoulders as if he was embarrassed, allowing one of side of his shirt to fall down to his elbow. "What can I say, I like the way you taste."
"Yao, stop. You're..." Russia couldn't form a coherent thought and could only repeat China's name like a broken recorder. This was going beyond what he expected. He lips parted, but no words- absolutely nothing- could describe the utter state of shock he was in. This side of China he was not acquainted with, it frightened him, but he couldn't look away from the wantonness when it begged for his attention. It pained him to admit that the Chinese had centuries of experience above him, and all of it was being used to entice him now. In the back of his mind, he knew China was just toying with him. He was turning his own game against him, but the raging bulge in his pants could care less if China was playing around or not. Either way, he was enjoying the show all too much.
"Stop? Not when I just got started. " China smiled, a rare naughty gleam in his eyes. The dream like tone, the wet, feverish eyes made Russia twitch in his seat. "You've trained me so well, Ivan. I can't get off anymore unless leather touches my skin."
Russia gulped, pulling at the suffocating scarf around his neck. "Liar. You're trying to provoke me."
"Maybe." China laughed and abruptly stood up from his chair. He titled the laptop just far enough so nothing below his waist was visible. "Why don't we find out?"
Casually, China ran his tongue over his mouth and hummed deep in his throat as he bit his bottom lip. He knew it he was laying it on thick, but the hitch in Russia's breathing made it all worth it. He sighed sultrily, running supple, worn leather down his sweaty chest. His gloved hand played against his hardened nipple and he shivered from the sensation. Suddenly, he pinched his left nipple, twisting it hard. The sting combined with the warm, smooth leather made China whimper Russia's name unexpectedly. "Ivan...Ah, uhn..."
China jerked in his chair, his back strung tight like a bow. Yes...Ever since they declared their devotion to one another, Russia took him with gentle care, treating him as if he was fragile. Perhaps compared to the Western nations, he may seem effeminate and delicate, but there's a reason why he was the oldest of them all. He could stand the pain or whatever else the world had to throw at him. Secretly, he sometimes wished Russia would be a little rough; tear and enter him hard and frantic. He wanted Russia to torture him with nips and pinches; pull and twist his body until he begged for it.
Letting his imagination run wild, China slid his hand down over his stomach and towards his groin. The glove skimmed over his inner thighs, his balls, and the tip of his dripping cock. He wrapped his hand over his arousal and his nerves went numb as he was struck with blinding ecstasy.
China leaned over the desk, panting hard into the mic. He stared into the camera, his hair falling free from its bind; his face flushed pink. Russia's gloves were a little loose on him, making it hard to pleasure himself, but it wasn't the tightness of his grip wasn't what would make him come tonight. It was the glove, the small bit of Russia, touching him, holding him that would give him the release he sought after.
He spread his legs a little wider, the pumps of his fist matching his erratic breathing. The leather glove ran against a sensitive little bump on the underside of his cock and it made him tighten with the exquisite feeling. China's little pants and moans reverberated through the speakers, but he no longer cared about how shameful he was acting. The game he was playing with Russia was erased from his mind as his slipped his other hand down to cup his balls. Squeezing them gently, he slid a finger along the seam until he touched his entrance. Lightly, he rubbed against the tight ring with the tip of his finger and his ass clenched from the sensation. There was a sense of emptiness inside him and his face contorted as if he was in pain. He stroked his cock harder and longer with his gloved hand, but consuming ache inside could only be soothed by Russia filling him.
"Ivan, Ivan," China called out desperately. "Please."
He dipped his finger just inside the tight ring of muscles, gasping from the intrusion. Without lubrication or even Russia's talented tongue to loosen him, it was rough and dry. His body protested, but the glove thoroughly glistened from the fluid leaking from his cock. Careless of the pain, of tearing, he pushed until his finger slid in knuckle deep. China choked back on his sobs, his hand tightening its hold on his cock. It slowly dragged up and down his length with its suffocating grip while leather, hot, smooth and slick, ruthlessly rubbed the little nub inside him.
In broken little voice, China whispered Russia's name over and over, sweat running down his back and torso. He pressed a finger deeper inside, his cock jerking once, twice before a silent cry tore through his body. He arched his back, a spurt of white covering his hands, thighs, and bits of the laptop screen.
China closed his eyes in the aftermath and laid his head down against the pleasantly cool desk. His hair was soak with his sweat and clung to his skin. The intensity of his climax made his ears ring. All he heard was his own heaving breaths and the quiet whirring of the computer engine. When his heart rate finally settled and he was certain he could keep his calm, he looked up to see how Russia liked his performance.
Russia was gone. In his place was a twirling armchair.
"Sonya! Sonya, get over here!" Russia's state of the art mic caught his booming voice and China heard him yelling for his secretary.
Sonya's words were too soft for China to hear and Russia sounded a little bit farther off, but his curt reply made him smile. "Yao and I have unfinished business. Get the private jet ready. I'm heading over to Beijing pronto."
China hoped or rather wished Russia was bringing him a new pair was gloves. The old one was beyond saving at this point. He looked at his hands contemplatively before slipping off the dirtied gloves. He switched off his laptop and sat in his seat for a few moments longer.
It was likely when Russia finally arrived and has his way with him, the new glove probably wouldn't even last the night.
China's lips curled upward into a smile as he looked forward for the "fun activities" Russia had in store for their weekly internet date.
End
This is the original version of Lover's Touch. It stopped right where Yao started touching himself. It wasn't going the way I wanted, so I put it on hiatus to come back later and rewrite it. Three years later, with me having lost interest in it, ~Dewdropmon asked if I had plans to finish it so here it is!
It may have taken 4 years, but it's done! It was based off a fanart. Please go to stars-in-the-lake tumblr and find post 38375921642
The rewrite, while not exactly how I envisioned it either, has a tad more plot and backstory. If you have time, read it too, for a different perspective ^^