While the subject of sports—scratch that, the subject of hockey—was a no-no to speak about when the families had gathered it was an entirely different story when Matthew had a game against fellow Canadian teams and Ivan was allowed to attend the viewing with the rest of the family. His taunts from the bleachers perturbed Matthew and that was when his ice devil came out of him. It won games for him, but greatly disturbed his family.
Of course what amazed Alfred the most was seeing Matthew watch one of Ivan's games. One game in particular was against an American team that was highly ranked. While Ivan and Matthew's teams were rivals simply because they lived so close to the other, this team was the utter arch nemesis of Ivan's team in saying that they dominated them on the ice all of the time. In fact, the last time they beat them was in, like, twenty-five years.
It was the evening of December 30th and Ivan's team just so happened to be facing off against said team, and it was gruesome.
Ivan groaned as he was slammed against the rail guard. He was a big man, bigger than most average American teenagers even if they were his own age, but when he had a coordinated attack by two hockey players at the same time his frame was going to hit wherever they pushed. He was exhausted and with the wind already knocked out of him from the slam he just opted to fall down on the ice and catch what breath he could.
Alfred felt his gut churn—or was that the baby?—at the sight of Ivan getting so rough-housed. He's never seen the Russian pushed around so much. Matthew had lately become a devil on the ice just about as bad as Ivan, but they always matched wits on the ice, both sides losing and wining equally, but this was just sad. The opposing team skated circles around Ivan's hockey team and, second period in, they were demolishing.
While Ivan's team was good the majority relied on Ivan's brutality and skill to win their games, but this other team were team players. Alfred's played football and baseball a majority of his life, he knows. He knew Ivan and his team could do the same, but they were frightened of their opponents, too much bad blood remained between them and the long line of defeats hung in the air like a doomed prophecy.
His gut churned again when he watched the timer reach zero and the buzzer sound off the end of the second period. With a heavy heart he watched Ivan skate over toward the benches where he and his team looked already too defeated. Should they even attempt to play another period? Man, did they look sad.
Reaching down, Alfred placed his hand on his swelling abdomen. Perhaps it wasn't his gut churning after all, but the baby feeling the upset of their daddy. Yeah, Alfred could feel Ivan's upset too which in turn upset him.
But then again, from this poor display of a game arose something in Alfred's brother that he'd never think he'd witness. Alfred's entire family was there, sitting next to Ivan's sisters who were also in attendance, right next to Ivan's team box. Matthew, who had remained quiet for the entire two periods, finally stood up when Ivan's team took their seats. Without a word he silently marched up toward the box and reached over, pouring his cup of hot chocolate all over captain Braginski.
Alfred gapped at the sight. He was surprised Matthew had done something like that. Especially when Ivan was already in a foul mood as is.
The Russian jumped up and turned around. His eyes wide and dark, his fist raised; he looked ready for a fight. Even when he noticed it had been the Canadian who had poured the steaming liquid onto him his stance didn't falter. Alfred had stood up; ready to intercede but before he could even force his unsure body to move he heard Matthew speak up—
"If Alfred's having a boy I'm going to teach him how to play hockey—hell, even if it's a girl I will. There's no way I'd let their father teach them since he's shit at the sport."
Even from Alfred's seat the sixteen year old could see Ivan's eyes widen and the Russian bore his teeth, grinding them dangerously. Boy was Matthew lucky there was a guard dividing the two or else the Canadian might be missing a few more teeth and Ivan penalized for the remainder of the game for fighting a viewer.
"You won't even so much as give skates to my child unless I say so!" Ivan bit back, slamming his fist against the guard, making the plastic wall shake, but the Canadian was unfazed and unamused. "I will teach them. Not you!"
"Then you best show me some goddamn skills that kid can be proud of!" Matthew threatened just in time for the third period to ring in.
Alfred slowly sat back down as Matthew returned and took his seat next to him. He sat there with his arms crossed and lilac eyes hard-fixed on the game played out. Alfred didn't know who to watch more, Ivan as he struggled to get his team to cooperate together to beat their opponents who lead by a huge point gap, or Matthew who focused every ounce of his attention on the game at hand, like the rest of his relatives seated next to him didn't even exist.
He was about to open his mouth and say something but the sound of screeching cheers deafened his ears and when he turned back toward the rink he noticed Ivan's team members throwing their hands in the air in victory. They managed to score their first goal!
Alfred's eyes sparkled and he smiled for the first time during the play of the game. He clapped his hands together and then turned to his brother. Matthew was smiling at him and nodded. God, thank goodness he and Ivan weren't biting each other's heads off anymore.
And that was that. It had been a close game but Ivan managed to land the last goal needed to win. It was amazing. The crowd cheered, the coach looked completely taken aback and Ivan's team embraced him, but for the first time since joining the team Ivan thanked them all and assured them they had won this just as much as he.
"They won! They won! They won!" Katyusha cheered. She had been so excited that she turned and grabbed her sister, pulling her close and bouncing up and down.
"Da, now let me go!" Natalia gasped, trying to pull away so she wasn't suffocated by her sister's large breasts.
"Yes!" Matthew cheered, fist-pumping the air. "I knew he could do it. God, took him forever."
Alfred had been so excited as he watched Ivan's school race onto the ice to congratulate the team that he too ran down the stairs and onto the ice. He'd gotten a little better standing on it, not so much skating, but sliding. He slid right into that hunk of a captain and threw his arms around his neck.
Ivan looked surprised to see his pregnant boyfriend on the ice with the rest of his team and school but it was pleasant as Alfred pulled him down and connected their lips. With a smile and a hand placed gently over Alfred's round Ivan accepted the kiss and held his lover tightly while the school photographers went around taking pictures of the historical win, the lights of the cameras flashing around even when Ivan had closed his eyes to feel Alfred's embrace and kiss.
The principle had taken the team out and all that wanted to join in the celebration. It had been one hell of a night, just too memorable and there was no doubt that the team could pull this off again. Their shot at the cup was clearer now and Alfred enjoyed seeing everyone's enthusiasm.
It was so pleasant seeing Ivan smile; actually smile in front of the others. Before he'd only offer smirks of tease and danger, but now he was happy, genuinely happy and not afraid to let the others see it.
It was insanely attractive and now everyone else could see what had drawn Alfred to Ivan all those months ago. He wasn't that bad of a guy and now, perhaps now he'd make more friends than trembling subordinates. Alfred retreated and wondered when Ivan would notice his absence by his side.
It had been a while; perhaps an hour as the coach congratulated the team as well as the principle and the other parents and relatives of the team. It was nice to see Ivan interacting well with them. Maybe now Ivan would feel a part of them and begin practicing with the rest of the team instead of in isolation. While Alfred enjoyed watching said Russian during his solo practices and their alone time he would rather feel more at ease in knowing that his boyfriend practiced with friends.
"You've been avoiding me the entire night. Care to explain why?" Ivan finally had made his way over toward Alfred after realizing his lover's absence.
Alfred just smiled up at him gently. "I've been right here," Alfred offered. "You look like you're making friends."
"It was a good day," Ivan said with a nod, sitting himself down at the small table in the corner of the dining area.
"Was a good game," Alfred reminded and then pumped his fist into Ivan's shoulder. "You did great."
"Thank-you, Alfred." The way Ivan was smiling at Alfred made the younger want to kiss him. He did. He reached over the table and pulled the big guy to him, connecting their lips and letting the thrill of the historic school win excite him.
The vibes had transferred to Ivan and soon the restaurant they were celebrating at became too hot for the both of them. With a jingling dangle of Ivan's care keys Alfred found himself in the shotgun, kissing Ivan like mad and Ivan kissing him back. Alfred didn't even know how they had managed to make it back to his place because he was certain Ivan hadn't taken his eyes or lips off of him.
"God I want to suck you right now," Alfred groaned out as Ivan's lips pulled away from his and he stared into those darkening eyes of the Russian's.
They were in Ivan's bedroom now; his sisters were still at the restaurant conversing and celebrating with everyone else. The entire house was dark, but the two didn't need any lights to see the contours of the other's face or the curves of their body outlined before them.
Ivan smirked. Stepping backwards he let the backs of his knees touch the bed before sitting down, already slipping his belt off and unzipping his pants.
"Another craving, Fredka?" Ivan teased, rubbing his member to stiffen it further.
Alfred played along. He rubbed his swell in long slow motions and licked his lips. His eyes darkened a hue. "You could say that."
Ivan's cock twitched at the display and a deep throated moan escaped his mouth, sending its shivering quake right through his lover.
Alfred was quick to kneel down and lean his head into Ivan's crotch. He took a hold of the Russian's penis the moment Ivan had pulled it out. Giving it a few squeezing strokes Alfred then looked up at his observing boyfriend.
"You deserve a little reward for kicking that team's ass, big boy," Alfred said lowly. Giving Ivan a wink he leaned down and popped the head into his mouth.
Ivan's hands tangled fingers into Alfred's beautiful golden locks. He let out a shuttering sigh and closed his eyes. God, it's been months since Alfred's given his boyfriend a blowjob and thanks to the excess summer sex they had that year the American's gotten quite good with that mouth. By now he knew exactly how to make Ivan squirm.
Inch by inch Alfred took Ivan into his mouth but before he even deep-throated him he pulled back and then began to nibble on the foreskin, pulling the patch of skin between his teeth and then letting go, afterwards he dipped his head under to place kisses and sucks along the underside of the phallus, traveling down toward Ivan's testicles.
Ivan tensed, he could feel Alfred's hot breath on his balls but this turned out to be a tease as Alfred pulled back once more and took him into his mouth again, deep-throating him instantly. Ivan let out a gasp and accidentally thrust into the boy's throat. He fumbled through apologies but all of that was nonsense after realizing Alfred was smiling up at him, encouraging him to do it again.
That was right; Alfred's very good at deep-throating now.
Cupping the back of Alfred's head Ivan began thrusting into his lover's mouth. When Alfred hummed, oh the Russian almost lost it and spilt himself in the American's mouth. Ivan hadn't realized how sexually frustrated he'd been until his dick rested in the warm, wet cavern of Alfred's mouth.
Ever since Alfred had announced his pregnancy it'd been: meet the parents, get to know the family, introduce his own family, meet the doctors going to birth the child, participate in doctor visits, keep up good grades, practice sports, win said sporting games, and arrange a schedule when the child arrives. One thing right after the other. It was exhausting and now that the two were alone and this close both realized that all they really wanted to do was to touch the other.
"Fredka!" Ivan gasped upon feeling Alfred expertly tilt his head and give him a particularly hard suck. The moment his balls tapped against Alfred's chin Ivan felt the younger teen reach up and fondle the testis. This pushed him far too close and far too fast.
Alfred then grabbed a hold of Ivan's hips to steady him and then began vigorously sucking, bobbing his head back and forth. This would most likely spell the end for Ivan's resilience. He could already feel Alfred widening his mouth for the swelling of his cock.
"F-Fredka, stop," Ivan gasped out. His fingers pulled at Alfred's hair but it was a weak attempt. When Alfred continued he then took a chunk of his hair and pulled back harshly, his long thick shaft slipping out of a pink throat and passed pearly white teeth. "Alfred!" Ivan barked and pulled away. He looked upset while Alfred looked confused. "You can't swallow it. Not with the baby."
Realization flashed in Alfred's eyes and he smiled softly. "Right, sorry about that. Guess I got carried away." Alfred couldn't help himself though. He loved it when Ivan came undone and more so when Ivan came down his throat. Mmm, there was nothing like a stomach full of warm sperm, Ivan's sperm.
Ivan smiled down at him softly. The hands that once threatened to rip out his hair was now combing through the locks affectionately and guiding Alfred closer by pushing at the base of his skull so that he would rise and meet his lips. Alfred did and the two shared a sweet and tender kiss before Ivan pulled away.
"Let me return the favor," Ivan whispered against Alfred's lips before pulling him up by his arms and switching their positions where Ivan was now kneeling next to the bed and Alfred sitting atop it, spreading his legs for Ivan to rub the prominent bulge revealed.
Alfred couldn't take it any longer. He didn't care if he sounded like a whore, sitting there and moaning before Ivan even touched him. Ivan said nothing to it; he simply chuckled and then leaned in and kissed Alfred's round.
The American gasped at feeling lips upon his swollen abdomen. His eyes fluttered open and watched Ivan kiss him a few more times there as his hands dipped between his thighs, spreading them further and teasing the bulge in his jeans by running a feathery touching finger up the side of it.
"Ivan, please!" Alfred gasped out, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. He needed this. God he needed this so bad!
Alfred jumped when he felt Ivan squeeze him hard. His thighs clamped together quickly to keep that strong hand there. "Oh, oooh!" Alfred moaned out especially when he felt Ivan begin to rub him. Dammit, his pants were getting too tight. Fucking too tight.
Ivan kissed him once again on that round belly of his before he lowered himself. Forcing Alfred's legs apart again and unzipping his fly. Alfred sighed out in relief when Ivan took his hard rod out of his boxer-briefs. He gave him another good squeeze before he lifted his shirt a bit so Alfred's sticky juices didn't ruin that nice navy blue turtleneck he was wearing.
There was a gasp. This gasp pulled Alfred from his thoughts because after said gasp that squeezing hand released him, and that hot breath trailing up his abdomen pulled away. Opening his eyes Alfred looked down to see Ivan staring at his belly. What? It was like he hadn't seen a pregnant man before.
Glancing down Alfred curiously looked at what Ivan was observing. After a short click Alfred blinked in understanding.
"What is this, Fredka?" Ivan asked as he reached up and touched the bound violet ribbon wrapped around Alfred's swell.
Alfred blushed and shimmied away from Ivan, raising his shirt to view the ribbon himself. He thought he had done a nice job with getting it around himself and just look at that perfect bow! Suddenly a shyness came upon him and he glanced away from his boyfriend, his face heating more so than it had before.
"Well, um, today's your birthday and all, and, ahem, it-it was supposed to be a present of some sorts since-since I didn't know what to get you . . ." Alfred trailed off before he sighed. "Look, I forgot you had a game today so I scrapped the whole thing. I just forgot to take this thing off." Alfred reached down and made to unravel the ribbon but was surprised to find Ivan's hand stopping his action quickly.
"Wait . . . you were . . .?" The full question was in Ivan's eyes and Alfred only blushed more. Why was he acting like a schoolgirl now of all times? It wasn't like the prospect of sex was an awkward conversation between the two—at least it shouldn't be anymore.
"I, er, talked with Dr. Monroe about s—about it, he said it's perfectly safe for the kid if I wanted to—if we wanted to . . . give it . . . a . . . try." Alfred's words died in volume as he went along, but Ivan had heard them all.
Ivan touched the ribbon and tugged on it lightly. "This is . . . for me?"
"Yeah," Alfred nodded, feeling his burning face cool a little bit by Ivan's softness. "Happy birthday, Ivan."
That was right; it was Ivan's birthday wasn't it? He'd never really thought about the day of his birth too much for multiple reasons. It just wasn't important. Even when Ivan and his sisters moved to America they didn't take up too many American traditions like the extravagant celebration of one's birthday. It was just another day, Ivan had practices if not games or studies to get caught up on, but now that he had been dating Alfred the boy had actually wanted to celebrate the day of his birth and give him a present.
It was very nice.
"Spasibo, Alfredka." Ivan leaned down and kissed him upon his protruding bellybutton before trailing kisses up the round toward Alfred's recently sensitive nipples. Ivan pulled Alfred's shirt up as he went and when he latched onto a nipple Alfred jerked against him. He felt the younger throw his head back while those skinny fingers dove into his hair.
"Ah, Ivan," Alfred gasped out in ecstasy. Ivan smiled; glad the nipples were sensitive in a pleasurable type of way.
Pulling back he pulled off Alfred's shirt; once the article of clothing was tossed the American wrapped his bare arms around Ivan's neck and held him close. Ivan enjoyed the hug but he had to pull away. Looking down he made sure Alfred watched him "open" his present.
Pinching the lapels of the bow Ivan pulled and slowly the ribbon was loosened and slid down Alfred's sides. Ivan's hand then rubbed up and down the round in gentle circles before pressing down a little harder to push Alfred to lay down upon his back. He did so and looked up at his lover with sparkling sapphire eyes and spread legs, already ready for him. And Ivan was ready for him as well, had been for a long time.
There was some doubt about this, of course. Alfred was carrying precious cargo inside him, and Ivan's destination happened to be near the same place it was carried. He honestly didn't want to do anything that would harm their child. Yes, Alfred had assured him that his doctor eased his mind about the subject, but Alfred could also shift into a habitual liar at times.
But Ivan needed this. He needed to feel connected to Alfred again. Sending love from afar was not enough. He needed to touch Alfred, to kiss him, to hold him, to enter him. To become one with him.
Ivan leaned over toward the nightstand next to his bed. He reached into the drawer where he kept something reserved solely for Alfred and his visits. He pulled the glass bottle out of the drawer and held it in his palm. It was the expensive kind because Alfred enjoyed this brand the most and Ivan wouldn't spend on anything less than the best when concerning his American boyfriend.
Giving it a shake Ivan frowned. Damn it, since when had he neglected to go and buy a refill? He's usually always prepared. Ivan let out a disappointed sigh. Well, it had been some months since they were last together-together so it was no wonder it slipped his mind.
"Dorogoy, I'm afraid I don't have enough," Ivan sadly informed. What to do? What to do?
"What?" Alfred sounded upset as well. "Let me see." Ivan didn't know when or even where Alfred's glasses had gone—probably on the island in the kitchen where Ivan had set his car keys—but the poor boy had such horrible sight that he had to bring the bottle so close to his face to see its contents in the darkness of the room. Ivan watched him shake it once to listen to the lubricant swish inside before sighing himself. He looked lost in thought before he looked toward Ivan, his eyes giving every intention of his. "We could try this dry."
"Nyet, I will not hurt you, especially not when you're expecting," Ivan said.
Alfred then whined. "You're ruining the day, Ivan!"
That was Alfred F. Jones for you, always so persistent and always getting what he wanted. Ivan smiled and snickered at the action before nodding his head. He took the bottle back into his grasp and then set it atop the nightstand for soon-to-be use.
Shifting his body Ivan scooted himself down, pulling with him Alfred's jeans and undergarments. Once off Ivan looped each arm around those tanned thighs. His violet eyes glanced up to see Alfred staring down at him with wide and curious eyes. It was funny; the blonde's eyesight was horrible and he had to bring a book or carton close to read the letters laid out on it, but he saw two things perfectly clear—and that was the stars above and Ivan Braginski.
Ivan figured he'd save what was left of the lubricant to lather his cock when it came time to enter, but as for preparing Alfred's entrance with lubricant, well, he could think of one thing. It'd have to do.
The Russian leaned down and flicked his tongue out at Alfred's testicles. Alfred bucked, his hips leaving the bed once, but they rose once again as his knees locked and his heels dug into the mattress as Ivan lapped at his hole, even sticking his tongue inside.
"H-Holy FUCK!" Alfred nearly screamed, his knuckles shoving into his mouth to have some sort of decency in volume. Fucking fuck! Ivan was giving him a rim job. Holy shit that was . . . that was HOT!
"Looks like you've gotten even more sensitive here," Ivan mentioned as he pulled away slightly to poke at the twitching hole, its pink ring of muscle all too familiar to the Russian nineteen year old. He wiggled in one finger up to the first knuckle. Even though Alfred was far from a virgin at this point in their relationship it would still take a while until he'd be ready—that's what happens when they neglected their weekly sexscapade.
So Ivan leaned down again and shoved his tongue inside Alfred. The boy jumped again. Ivan could hear his muffled moans, every single one going straight to his groin.
Pressing his lips down, Ivan began to suck. The younger teen bucked against him again but Ivan simply continued lathering up the American's hole.
"Fuck, Ivan, fuck!" Alfred gasped out. He was panting now, one hand covering his hot face while the other reached down to stroke his dick. He was so glad he wasn't immensely huge right now; jacking off wasn't yet too difficult for the pregnant boy.
Alfred began to roll his hips into Ivan's mouth. Strangled moans choked out of him like barks. His body had never felt so hot before. He felt like he'd melt from the inside, the pleasure Ivan was giving him was that good.
"Don't stop, God don't stop!" Alfred wheezed out, shaking his head to and fro before his golden bangs flung into his eyes. It was a shame Ivan's tongue wasn't longer, wasn't thicker because God did Alfred want that thing deeper.
Alfred squeezed himself harder and began pumping himself faster. He was so close, so fucking close he could taste the vibes of his orgasm on the tip of his tongue. He didn't care if he sounded like a wanton bitch right now, because that's how he felt and he'd let Ivan know by moaning out every pleasurable tingle he felt.
Right then, right when he was on the brink of breaking down and sailing on cloud nine Ivan stopped. He pulled away and brought that tongue of his back into his mouth. Alfred was so very disappointed and moaned out in saddening loss.
Alfred had to blink away tears in his eyes to clear his vision. He'd cried tears of joy he felt that amazing, but no, his dick of a boyfriend had to stop before he reached his all-time high. Sucking in his lips Alfred puffed his cheeks in frustration. He was very upset.
When he felt the first finger slip into him he hadn't moved. He hadn't said anything either to make sure Ivan knew how upset he was.
"I'll make you feel better, Fredka," came Ivan's voice as if he could sense Alfred's upset—probably could, those two had a weird supernatural sense of connectivity since they came to good terms.
Ivan's fingers didn't make him feel "better," no matter how deep they pressed or how wide they stretched him. They were cold stiff fingers. They weren't warm, they weren't slick, and they definitely didn't have any pulse to throb in time with Alfred's clenching walls.
It was good riddance when Ivan took them out of him. He felt Ivan lean back from him for a little while before he felt the larger teen crawl back over him, now bare as Alfred laying underneath him, hovering over him as his hand reached down and caressed his puffed cheeks. Ivan chuckled.
"It looks like I may have spoiled you," Ivan realized with humor before he gripped Alfred's chin, pulling his face toward him to give him a firm kiss just as his arm wrapped around one thigh to hold it against his hip.
Ivan held himself against Alfred's lips as he pressed in. The Russian had used the last of the lubricant to slick himself. The entering was slightly rough with just saliva for Alfred's preparation lubricant. Ivan had to thrust at least three times before he managed to fit his entirety inside the younger teen.
Alfred groaned with a shudder when Ivan was finally settled into him. He sucked in a sharp breath of air before opening his eyes and looking up at his lover. He offered him a mock smile.
"Thought you said you'd make me feel better," Alfred remarked snidely. He delighted in Ivan's frown but that pleasure slowly slipped away when the Russian's lips began curling, the devil came out again.
"What?" Ivan sounded so phony concerned it would make you sick. "You mean you don't like the feel of my cock—" he rolled his hips into Alfred, the American sucking in a squeak at the action. "—inside you?" Ivan rolled his hips again and pressed his chest to Alfred's, their nipples rubbing against each other in slow circular friction. "The way it stretches you—" Ivan's hands rubbed down Alfred's sides before settling on his hands on the younger's hips where he twisted slightly to stretch the American with his own penis. "How thick, how hot it is."
Alfred's eyes were half-lidded, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth and off of his chin. God, did anyone ever tell Ivan how fucking sexy his voice was? The more husky he got the lower the tone he used and the lower the tone the thicker the accent and the thicker the accent the more Russian words would begin to slip out—
"Mmm, chuvstvovat' menya podergivaniye vnutri vas."
Alfred threw his head back and let out a deep moan. He could feel Ivan's breath hovering over his neck, every now and then he could even sense when those lips of his would draw close, and when they would smile.
"Hm, Amerikanskiy lyubit russkiy," Ivan whispered against Alfred's red hot ear before tacking the cartilage in his mouth and biting and pulling. He began moving inside Alfred after a couple of minutes to let Alfred get comfortable. The American hadn't said anything per say about discomfort but Ivan of all knew the little boy was always wanting to suck up pain no matter how much it hurt him, and Ivan wouldn't have that, not when he was carrying their child.
Ivan hadn't had sex with Alfred since he revealed his pregnancy. He didn't know if it was because of the fear of somehow damaging the life inside the American, or that he just simply hadn't had the time. Whatever it was didn't matter because it had been months since the two had been together like this. It felt more than wonderful and so relieving that the two sighed in unison.
One thing that was bugging the Russian was Alfred's swell. He didn't know whether to it was a problem or simply something uncommon to get used to, like an acquire of taste. Before, Ivan could press their chests and abdomens together, but now he could feel the bump against his own stomach, forcing him to bend himself more so over Alfred.
Even though he was touching Alfred he didn't feel like he was close enough. He wanted to hold them so close where they could feel their hearts thumping against each other, but he couldn't. It wasn't Alfred's fault. It wasn't Ivan's fault. It was the baby's. That was right, they were blaming the baby.
So Ivan leaned forward, his forehead pressing against Alfred's as he pushed deeper, making the boy moan against his mouth. Then he flipped. Alfred had to blink a few times before he realized he was now right-side up.
He looked down at Ivan in confusion for a moment. Sitting there straddling Ivan's hips. He looked like he had no idea where he was.
Ivan decided to bring him back to the matter at hand. His hands on his hips squeezed, his right hand rubbed back toward Alfred's ass and taking a cheek in palm. Alfred shivered, the shiver made the American's insides squeeze Ivan which in turn caused the Russian to moan lowly.
Ivan bucked up into him to coax Alfred to move. Alfred nodded and placed his hands on Ivan's shoulders. He lifted himself up and then slid back down onto Ivan's shaft. It was a slow process and both moaned at the feel.
The pregnancy made Alfred so much more sensitive that just that one slide he swore he felt the entire outline of Ivan's dick. It felt good, too good. The nerves inside him were on high alert and whenever the tingling racked up his body he could taste it, it was so strange but so very welcome.
Alfred was a good rider, always was, even his first time. Even in his state now he never failed to impress.
"Fredka," Ivan sighed out as he leaned his head back into the pillows and strewn sheets underneath. His eyes closed, a pleased smile on his lips. He looked satisfied.
Alfred reached out and touched his lover's chest. He felt Ivan arch up into him, that smile on his lips looking ever more pleased with the contact. Then he leaned forward. He knew it'd be a little difficult with his swell but he managed and when his raised bellybutton rubbed against Ivan's abs Alfred leaned down and kissed Ivan's neck. He knew it was his most sensitive area on his body and that the Russian loved it when he'd suck. So Alfred did.
One of Ivan's hands reached up and dug fingers into Alfred's hair while the other squeezed his hip harder and guided it along its rhythm to let him buck just a little harder into him. Alfred moaned at the harder thrust and rolled his hips down into it, encouraging Ivan to ram him harder. The next thrust was harder than the last and the one after that one harder than the previous.
Alfred groaned hot breath over Ivan's neck and looked up at his lover's face. Ivan was looking at him now. His violet eyes darker than ever. He looked like he wanted to ravish Alfred and the American didn't know what was stopping him.
If Ivan wouldn't . . .
Alfred pushed himself back up and took hold of Ivan's hands, holding them to his hips as he thrust himself down onto the Russian's cock. He could feel it within him. It was harder than ever and rubbing all the right spo—
"Fuck! Yes!" Alfred threw his head back the moment he rolled his hips down where his prostrate scraped against the head of Ivan's dick. Perfect shot. Now that he knew the angle Alfred memorized it and pistoned himself, lined directly.
When Alfred fell down onto the shaft he spread his legs for better and deeper penetration, and when he rose he squeezed his thighs against Ivan's hips and clenched his anal muscles to give the cock he rode on a good squeezing tease before shoving it back into his warm body. He had Ivan moaning like a bitch at this point. The Russian looked so dazed he couldn't speak properly.
Oh yeah, after months of neglected sex Alfred F. Jones still could make his lover mewl. AND he was fucking popping. Who could say that? Come on, who?
When Alfred rolled his hips to feel that rod bang his prostrate the shiver running up his spine echoed throughout his entire body and made him tremble. It nearly made him jump out of his own skin it was that amazing. It churned his insides that . . . wait . . . hold on . . .
Alfred's eyes widened and his lips parted. The baby was moving. Not just shifting or anything, but flat out moving as in they might move around for a couple of minutes.
Oh, with the sensations he was receiving from Ivan's deliciously thick, long, and hot cock coupled with the movements of the child, Alfred just shaken right out of his body.
"Ah, ah!" Alfred couldn't say a word. He moaned at the feel before his hands fumbled to wrap around Ivan's wrists and bring them to his belly.
Ivan had been currently thrusting his hips up into Alfred's heat like there was no tomorrow but when he felt Alfred move his hands to touch his round belly he froze at the feel of something bumping against his palms. He opened his eyes and looked toward Alfred who was smiling at him, panting in excitement before darting his eyes down to his belly where their child within him moved and rubbed against daddy's hands.
Alfred closed his eyes and leaned his head back a bit. He opened his mouth and moaned. There was a smile on his lips as he rolled his hips downward again and continued to feel it all—the baby, Ivan's cock, his orgasm coming; everything.
When he began moving Ivan's eyes rolled and his head plopped back down onto the mattress. His mind was clouded so quickly and his hips quick to begin bucking up into his lover that he'd just given way to insanity. God did he love the feel of Alfred squeezing him to completion, only he could—only Alfred.
So the two continued their climb to their high. Alfred leaned against Ivan's hands and rose himself and then dropped himself on the Russian's manhood. Ivan only moaned and bucked, his rhythm getting faster and faster leaving Alfred to be careful to keep up.
Now Alfred enjoyed riding out orgasms but this time he was exhausted. His lack of libido forced him slack when his cock shot out its load onto Ivan's torso and abdomen. He let out an exhausted wheeze, nearly falling on top of Ivan who had just finished as well, coating his insides white with his semen. There was so much of it that it was leaking out of Alfred, he could feel it dripping down his thighs.
But Ivan was good to him and caught him, easing him down onto the bed to lay on his side. Alfred thanked him for it and then rewarded him with a tender kiss while Ivan's left hand combed his sweaty bangs out of his face to see those brighter-than-stars eyes of his. His other hand continued to rest on Alfred's belly, the child still moving.
"We woke the baby," Ivan muttered playfully and Alfred giggled with him.
Alfred opened his mouth to say something possibly witty but his phone's ringer blasted off in the silent room. He leaned up and turned in search for it. Like he could find it without his glasses or a light.
"I'll get it," Ivan said, patting Alfred to stay lain while he jumped out of bed and took the task to find Alfred's phone. He had it in his jeans so if Ivan could find the place he'd tossed the article of clothing then he could reach the cellar device.
Usually both would let the phone go. It wasn't the first time they'd been interrupted by the call from a friend or family member, but since Alfred was carrying they never knew if it was the doctor or one of Alfred's family members calling in concerns for the child.
"Got it." Ivan handed the phone to Alfred who made to sit up but hissed at the pain in his backside. Ivan raised a brow seeing the boy bite his lip to lesson the pain contorting his face and a smile replaced that scrunching frown. Like Alfred was sated in the feel of the pain he had egged on.
Answering the phone Alfred realized it was his mother. "Yeah," he answered with, mouthing the word "mom" to Ivan so he knew who it was he was talking to. "No, just left early . . . yeah, with Ivan . . ." Ivan watched the boy roll his eyes and sigh. "No, mom, we're not doing anything." Alfred hadn't lied. They weren't. They just finished having sex and now weren't doing much of anything at the moment. "I know, I know, but can I stay with Ivan and his sisters this week? I want to spend New Year's with them . . . yeah, yeah, I know . . . well, Ivan can take me."
"Take you where?" Ivan asked curiously.
Pulling the phone away Alfred informed, "I've got a doctor's appointment coming up on the 3rd. You'll take me, right?"
"Oh, da, da." Ivan had never really gone with Alfred to an appointment alone. It would be interesting.
"Ivan says he will," Alfred informed his mother on the other end of the line. After a short pause he broke out in a wide grin. "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!" Alfred praised and then kissed the phone's screen. "You're the best, mom! I'll be back before ya know it."
With that Alfred stayed New Year's over at Ivan's house and got to know his sisters a little bit better.