Chapter 7
Ivan wrapped his arms around Yao from behind, smiling happily. They had just finished planting the plum blossom seeds that had arrived the day before. Ivan was sure life couldn't get much better. Yao leaned back into Ivan's chest, lying his dirt-covered hands on Ivan's.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, bending his neck to look up at his boyfriend. Ivan pressed a kiss to Yao's forehead.
"I was thinking about how nice it is being with you," he replied. Yao sighed happily. Being in Ivan's arms was the best feeling in the world.
"I was thinking the same," he replied. Ivan beamed. He took hold of Yao's hands and kissed his shoulder.
"Let us wash our hands. There is nothing more to be doing out here," Ivan suggested, leading Yao inside. Yao nodded and followed, grimacing at all the dirt on his hands and under his fingernails.
"Ugh, we will have to get some gardening gloves, Xióngmāo. Dirty hands aren't very pleasing," he joked. Ivan shrugged.
"If it will make you happy, I will buy some," he said with a smile, leading Yao to the downstairs bathroom. Yao returned the smile and bumped Ivan's shoulder.
"Don't tell me you like dirty hands," he teased playfully. Ivan chuckled.
"I have no interest one way or another. It is just something that happens when outside," he replied, opening the door for Yao. Yao smiled and went to the sink, turning on the water and scrubbing the dirt away. Once his hands were clean he turned back to Ivan.
"So what's next? Cuddling on the couch?" he grinned flirtatiously. Ivan washed his own hands.
"Da, if that is what you would like. It can be anywhere though, I am not picky," he laughed. A pink blush crept up Yao's cheeks. He had been here for a few days now and he was ready. Yao stepped up to Ivan and touched his shoulder gently.
"...Maybe..." he swallowed the butterflies."...maybe we could go to the...bed?"
Ivan smiled.
"Alright," he agreed, scooping Yao into his arms bridle-style and carrying him from the room. Yao giggled as he was picked up. He wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck and placed sweet kisses to the Russian's cheek.
Ivan blushed and smiled broadly. He carried Yao upstairs and to his room – though he'd started mentally referring to it a 'their' room. Ivan walked inside and set Yao down on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed beside him and wrapped his arms around his small sunflower.
"Are you comfortable, kotyonok?" Ivan asked. Yao rolled into Ivan's arms and cupped his cheek.
"Shì de." The brunette's blush became more prominent as he stared into Ivan's purple eyes. "Are you?"
Ivan kissed him.
"I am, da. Very much," he replied, stroking Yao's hair. Yao's eyes rolled closed and he purred at the pleasant touch. He reached up and slipped his fingers into Ivan's soft, fair locks. It was a pleasant, almost comforting feeling.
Ivan sighed contentedly and kissed Yao again. He removed the band from Yao's hair so he could fully enjoy running his fingers through it. Yao purred and inched closer, one leg working its way between Ivan's. Ivan's kiss turned more passionate. He slid the hand that had been on Yao's hip down over his backside. Yao's hips flinched slightly, still not quite used to having his butt touched, but he relaxed and quickly parted his lips.
Ivan plunged his tongue into Yao's mouth as he gently rolled them over so that he was hovering over him. He caressed Yao's cheek and groaned quietly. Yao moaned as he pushed his tongue against Ivan's. He couldn't believe how wonderful he tasted. It seemed everything about the Russian was intoxicating to Yao. He tightened his arm's hold and brought Ivan closer.
Ivan pressed his body against Yao's and broke the kiss to suck a mark on his neck instead.
"You are impossible to resist, Yao," he said, placing more kisses along his neck and shoulders. Yao moaned and exposed his throat further.
"Th-Then don't..."
He locked eyes with Ivan.
"Don't try to resist me, Ivan. I...I want you..." he whispered, eyes sparkling with lust and desire. Ivan's eyes widened and he blushed.
"Oh? Okay," he said. Ivan sat up and removed his jacket before leaning down again to take Yao's off. Yao's heart beat furiously. He was momentarily worried it would jump from his chest as he watched Ivan's hands working at the buttons on his shirt. Yao's breath quivered slightly when the gentle feeling of Ivan's hands pushed the fabric aside.
Ivan finished removing Yao's shirt and leaned down to press a kiss to Yao's chest. He slid his hands up Yao's body and began to tease Yao's nipples. Ivan ground his hips down against Yao's.
"Let me know what feels good, da? Or if you want me to stop," he said. Yao threw his head back and quickly nodded.
"I-I like that..."
His fingers gripped the blanket below them tightly and his hips bucked. Ivan smiled, glad that he was pleasing Yao. He moved one hand and replaced it with his mouth, running his tongue over Yao's pink nub. Ivan stopped grinding against Yao so he could work on pulling off Yao's pants.
Yao gasped and clasped a hand over his mouth. Ivan's tongue felt amazing on his chest. He weakly lifted his hips so Ivan could work his pants off; the pleasure censors in his brain were becoming overloaded.
"I...Ivan..." he moaned. Ivan managed to get them off, along with his shoes, and tossed them off to the side. He sat up and removed his own shirt before bending back down to pay attention to the other side of Yao's chest.
Yao wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck and slowly slipped his hands down the soft skin of his back. Yao tilted his head to lean on the top of Ivan's. He whimpered.
"Mmmm."
Yao curled his fingers and gingerly scraped his nails across Ivan's back, leaving light red marks in their wake. Ivan moaned and awkwardly managed to remove his own pants. He rubbed Yao's legs and sighed.
"Yao…you are so beautiful," Ivan said, kissing his collar bone. Yao shivered and blushed excitedly. Ivan's touches left an electric tingle on Yao's pale skin and the looks Ivan gave him were enough to make him melt. The brunette tangled his legs around Ivan's and kissed the top of Ivan's head.
Ivan sighed happily and nuzzled his neck before kissing his way down Yao's torso. He paused to suck and bite at Yao's hips and then lifted one of Yao's legs. Ivan kissed his inner thigh, then his knee, down his leg, and stopped to press a sweet kiss to his ankle.
Yao blushed heavily, Ivan was without a doubt the sweetest person on the face of the Earth. Yao smiled at his boyfriend.
"You give the tenderest kisses, Ivan..." he purred. Ivan smiled up at him.
"You deserve to be kissed and touched gently. I love you and will spoil you as much as I can," he replied. Ivan held Yao's other leg and proceeded to do the same as he had done to the first, only in reverse. Yao moaned and purred, his arousal getting more prominent with each kiss.
"You deserve it too..." he cooed, reaching forward to flutter his fingers across Ivan's cheek. Ivan turned and kissed Yao's hand before sitting up. He removed Yao's boxers and then his own before reaching over to the nightstand to pull a bottle of lube out of the drawer. Ivan set it down beside them and leaned down to kiss Yao and pull his legs back up around his waist.
Yao blushed as he kissed back. He was unsure Ivan would fit, judging by what he could feel. He pulled back and looked at the bottle of lube and his blush intensified. Ivan noticed Yao's nervousness.
"Do not worry, Yao. I will make sure to prepare you completely," he assured, cupping Yao's cheek and caressing it with his thumb. Yao chuckled and looked up at Ivan, leaning in to brush their lips together.
"I know you will. I'm just not sure you will fit," he joked, slipping his hand down Ivan's chest and abdomen. Ivan blushed and smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sure I can if I prepare you enough," he said, rubbing Yao's side and hip. "But if you do not want to go further, we can stop."
Yao giggled at Ivan's blush and pressed a kiss to his nose. He shook his head.
"No. I...want you in me..." he replied, his tongue darting out to quickly lick Ivan's lip. Ivan blushed even more.
"Da…alright," he agreed. Ivan picked up the bottle and squeezed some lube out onto his fingers and hand. He set it aside and lifted one of Yao's legs a bit higher. Ivan leaned down to kiss Yao as he ran his finger over his entrance.
Yao whimpered, both in anticipation and pleasure. He slipped his hands up and down Ivan's biceps, memorizing the feel of each muscle. Ivan kissed Yao's cheek and slowly pressed his finger into him. He had done some research on what to do, but he was still worried about hurting Yao accidently. Ivan gently stroked Yao's thigh as he pushed his finger in further.
Yao gasped and bit his lip to muffle the cry of discomfort. He clenched his fingers around Ivan's arms and tried to force himself to relax and focus on the strokes to his thigh. Ivan's brows furrowed.
"Yao, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" he asked, concerned that he had hurt Yao. Yao's breathing became less labored and he shook his head.
"N-No, I'm alright," he replied. Yao's grip on Ivan's arms loosened and he sighed. It felt a little odd but, at the same time, it felt really good. Ivan nodded and, once Yao relaxed, began moving his finger in and out. After a few moments, he pressed in a second finger. Ivan leaned down and kissed Yao's forehead.
Yao began to pant again and his body squirmed. He moaned Ivan's name and his hips jerked slightly.
"Oh! Y-yes..." Yao could feel himself loosening around Ivan's fingers and the pleasure soon began to invade his senses. Ivan smiled and began scissoring his fingers to loosen Yao further.
"You look good like this, Yao," he remarked, licking his neck. Ivan pushed in a third finger. Yao gasped and his back arched.
"Ah! Y-Yes!" he moaned heatedly, his hips bucking roughly. Ivan grinned and thrust his fingers in and out of Yao.
"So beautiful," he praised. Ivan kissed the corner of his mouth. "Let me know when you are ready, da?"
Yao turned into the kiss and nipped at Ivan's lip.
"Ivan... I want you...I want you in me now!" he moaned demandingly, his long, brown bangs stuck to his face. Ivan nodded eagerly.
"Da!" he replied, pulling his fingers out. Ivan grabbed the lube, squeezed some out onto his hand, and slicked himself up. Ivan grabbed Yao's legs, pushing them up so he could line himself up. He took a breath to help calm himself and slowly, gently, pushed into Yao.
Yao gasped. Ivan was big. Very big. Yao's eyes clenched shut and he tightened his grip on the blanket. He fought to stay relaxed, knowing that if he didn't, Ivan would never fit.
Ivan gripped Yao's hips and leaned down to press a kiss to Yao's cheek. When Yao relaxed he thrust hard a couple of times and was quickly buried in Yao. Ivan stopped moving immediately and waited for Yao to adjust. The wait was also good for him. Yao was so tight that if he started moving right then, he would be finished far too quickly.
Yao whimpered and bit down on his lip to silence himself as a tear rolled down his cheek. The pain was quick subsiding and Yao was able to calm himself enough to focus on the feeling. And it was amazing. He hummed and rolled his hips slightly.
Ivan groaned.
"…Yao…can I move?" he asked, sounding a little out of breath. Yao opened his eyes and nodded frantically, a little lost for words. Ivan was relieved – he hadn't been sure he could hold still much longer. He pulled out a bit and thrust back in, groaning loudly.
"Yao…you're so…tight…so good," Ivan panted, thrusting again. Yao gasped, a shaking whimper escaping with each thrust.
"O-Oh... Ivan...Yes!" he moaned, slipping his arms up and around the Russian's neck. Ivan pressed kisses all over Yao's face and neck as he thrust faster. He let one of his hands rub Yao's thigh as the other gripped his hip even harder. Ivan had never felt anything so amazing before.
Yao's back arched sharply and a scream of pleasure erupted from his throat. It felt incredible to be so filled. Yao began to thrust his hips with Ivan. Ivan moaned and curled his arms around Yao. Using his strength to his advantage, he pulled Yao up as he sat back on the bed so that Yao was in his lap. Ivan kept his arms wrapped around Yao possessively and leaned forward to kiss his chest.
Yao yelped in surprise and placed his hands on Ivan's shoulders to steady himself. He groaned sensually as his body allowed Ivan to slip in at a new angle.
"Oooh..." Yao moaned. Ivan thrust up as he sucked another mark onto Yao's neck.
"You are so beautiful…so perfect," he praised between kisses. Yao panted and clenched Ivan's shoulders. He linked his legs around Ivan's hips tightly and moaned with each of Ivan's thrusts. Ivan kissed Yao's chin and smiled.
"Do you feel good, kotik?" he asked, thrusting harder. Yao gasped and nodded.
"Shì de! D-Do you..?" he asked, out of breath. Ivan nodded.
"Da! You feel amazing," he replied, kissing Yao passionately. Yao kissed back, his tongue darting out against Ivan's lips, and ground his hips. He couldn't last much longer now. Ivan's thrusts were growing erratic as he got closer to finishing. He reached between them and began stroking Yao's cock. Ivan bit at Yao's lower lip.
Yao moaned loudly and bucked his hips, parting his lips for Ivan. Ivan thrust his tongue into Yao's mouth. He continued to pound into him and stroke him at the same time. Yao could hold out no longer. He broke the kiss and came with another buck of his hips and moan of Ivan's name.
"Oh! Ivan!"
Ivan gasped at the feeling of Yao tightening even more around him. He managed a few more thrusts before he came as well.
"Yao!" Ivan shouted, clutching Yao against himself. He groaned tiredly and collapsed on his side, bringing Yao with him. Yao struggled to catch his breath, his body completely spent. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at Ivan through his tousled bangs with a smile.
"...A-Are you...alright, Ivan..?" he inquired. Ivan nodded.
"Da…of course. Are you?" he replied, stroking Yao's hair with his clean hand. Yao returned the nod weakly.
"Shì de... You are…amazing!" he praised, smile widening. Ivan blushed.
"You are more amazing," he replied, kissing Yao sweetly. Ivan reached over to the night stand to grab some tissues so he could clean them both up. Yao managed a small giggle and cupped Ivan's cheek before his eyes drooped shut. Ivan kissed his temple and sighed contentedly. He yawned and allowed his eyes to fall shut as well.
