NSFW WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS MERELY A SEX SCENE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE ACTUAL PLOT OF THE STORY.
"Matvey? Matvey!" Ivan stumbled through his home, trying locate the ghost boy that was in his arms but an hour ago. He hoped the boy was okay, that he wasn't crying somewhere. Ivan's heart ached at the thought.
Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he realized where Matthew was. When he ran into him and made them both fall. Slick.
They both got up with a groan.
"I'm really sore all the sudden. Like everywhere... Cold too. I'm not supposed to be able to feel the cold."
"Um... Well, come here, I'll take you to the kitchen. Are you up for breakfast?" The ghost chuckled, his voice wavering a bit.
"Well it's not like I get hungry, Ivan. But your cooking is fantastic so I suppose I can eat something." Ivan smiled, and picked Matthew up despite his protests.
"I have legs."
"I have more than decent arm strength."
"Are you trying to say something?!"
"Yes. You are quite scrawny." Matthew shifted in his arms, wrapping his arms around Ivan's neck, and then kissing his cheek.
"And you're freakishly tall, so I guess we're even." The Russian gasped in mock horror, pouting at Matthew. The Canadian laughed, and kissed Ivan's lips. He responded by setting Matthew down on the counter and massaging the boy's thighs, which were on either side of him. One kiss led to two which led to more. Pretty soon they were in the middle of a total make-out session, their kisses a mixture of tongue and teeth. Pleased little hums left both of them as minutes went by with them enveloped on each other.
Ivan's heart pounded in his ears, his hands squeezing Matthew's hips firmly, and pulling the boy closer. He waited to be pushed away, to be stopped, but the moment never came. He kissed his way down Matthew's neck, smiling into his skin when the boy tilted his head for more access.
"I-Ivan..." The Russian pulled back, touching his forehead to Matthew's to calm himself. The legs to his sides suddenly wrapped around his waist, and Ivan tensed.
"I didn't say to stop." Matthew pulled him into another crushing kiss, causing Ivan's heart to pound once again. The boy moved against him creating new friction. Ivan moaned, flushing at the sound.
Then he pulled away abruptly. What was he thinking? Doing this after what had just happened to Matthew?
"Matvey... I-"
"I know... It's okay, I just... It's okay." Matthew was breathing almost as hard as he was, leaning back against the cabinets. Ivan pulled away and folded his hands behind his head as if to keep them off of the boy sitting near him.
"I shouldn't. I shouldn't do it. Not like this. I just- it doesn't feel right to do it like this." Ivan stumbled over his words, too flustered to speak.
"Don't feel bad. I encouraged it." Ivan shook his head to clear it, and then moved to grab a pan from one of the drawers. How could he just do that? The Russian sulked silently while making their breakfast, and then dished it out evenly.
Matthew hadn't seemed to notice his mood, but instead still had a slight flush on his face as if embarrassed. Ivan couldn't help but smile at the boy, and touch their feet together under the table. Matthew looked up at him, cracking a grin, and standing to wash his dishes.
"I can do that, Matvey."
"Nah, I'll do it." Ivan sighed, finishing up his breakfast and standing behind Matthew. One arm snaked around the ghost's waist, and the other placed the dishes in the sink.
"We can wait until later, Matvey."
"Are you sure? I used to get in trouble for not doing all of the dishes right after I used them." Ivan chuckled, nodding.
"It's fine, I usually wait to do the bulk of it until after everyone has eaten dinner. Katya and Natalia will be home around then." Matthew made an 'o' with his mouth, and rested his head on Ivan's chest. That's when the Russian noticed something strange.
Matthew was giving off heat.
OoooooO
Matthew glanced up at Ivan curiously. The Russian was staring the hand resting on the small of Matthew's back in wonder.
"Ivan, what's up?"
"You're... Warm." Matthew tilted his head slightly, shaking his head.
"Ivan that isn't possible. Not at all." Ivan rubbed where his hand was resting, leaning down to press their cheeks together.
"You're giving off heat, Matvey. Not much, but just enough." The ghost looked down at himself, as if he had thermal vision, and blinked a few times.
He was pulled close by the Russian, a light blush spreading across his face. He held on to Ivan gently, nuzzling the soft t-shirt his boyfriend wore.
They stood like that for only a few minutes before Ivan hummed and nodded.
"You are definitely giving off heat, Matvey." Matthew was thoroughly confused. How was this possible? Was something wrong with him?
... Was he close to crossing into the other side...? He didn't want to. No, not now. Not when he had someone here that he loved and couldn't exist without. Ivan was everything now, how world. How could he leave Ivan behind?
"That's... Weird. I can't explain it."
"Me either. But I'm sure it's nothing but good. Don't worry about it, it's alright." Matthew nodded, his anxiety gone by the time Ivan stopped talking. He snuggled the taller boy, tilting his head up to kiss him. Their lips met awkwardly due to the angle, but they quickly adjusted to accommodate the kiss. The Canadian allowed himself to be lifted and placed back on the counter, and he responded by pulling Ivan against him the same way they'd been before. The kisses turned rough and sloppy as both of them pressed closer.
Matthew gasped as Ivan's lips dropped to his neck and began a gentle path to his collar bone. Meanwhile, he began to wonder how things like this could escalate so quickly, but when Ivan moved over his scar, he chose not to think about it anymore. Shivers raced down his spine, and he pressed right up to Ivan as the boy flicked his tongue over the scar and continued upward to his waiting lips.
He grinded against Ivan, hearing him moan softly.
"Matvey..." Ivan growled.
"Y-yeah..."
"Bedroom?"
"Bedroom..." He was lifted again, and he wrapped his legs around Ivan's waist to hold on better. He felt them turn, his lips latching on to Ivan's neck and earning a groan of approval.
The stairs were tricky, because they couldn't stop kissing each other, but they reached the door without incident. The door was opened, kicked shut, and Matthew landed on the bed with a 'oof' after he was tossed. It didn't take long for Ivan to climb over him and begin showering him with kisses and gentle nips that were able to elicit many different sounds from the prone ghost. Matthew arched up to Ivan when the boy suckled right over his scar, the sensitive spot making him gasp softly.
His shirt was suddenly gone, and Ivan was kissing down his neck and to his chest, where he flicked his tongue over one of Matthew's nipples.
"A-ah.."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah..."
"I am not doing anything wrong?"
"N-no... Keep going.." Matthew's request was granted as Ivan dipped his head to kiss and bite at the skin before him. The ghost breathed softly, his toes twitching from the attention. Something else was registering the attention too.
He blushed at the realization, and moved against Ivan, who took notice as well.
"Well, well, well," The Russian chuckled, "I must be doing something right, it seems happy to see me." Matthew blushed further, smacking the back of Ivan's neck playfully, before moaning as Ivan grinded against him. He looked up into Ivan's heavily lidded eyes, and crushed their lips together.
Soon, Ivan's shirt was gone as well, as were Matthew's pants. He looked down at himself, seeing the bulge straining against his boxers, and then at Ivan's. It was much bigger than his, and for the first time since they started, Matthew felt a twinge of anxiety. What if it hurt...?
"Matvey?" Ivan's soft voice brought him back to reality.
"Yes?"
"You're sure about this?"
"Yeah. I want this. I really do. It may be new and frightening, but I want it."
"This will most likely hurt at first, Matvey." Matthew licked his bruised lips, running his fingers up and down Ivan's forearms in thought.
"Can you give me like two minutes? Tops?" Ivan raised his eyebrows, and Matthew chuckled, "Trust me."
"Okay." Matthew teleported to the only place he knew of that had what he needed. It didn't take long to find, and once he did find it, he went back to his place under Ivan.
When Ivan saw what it was, the Russian laughed.
"Did you just use your ghost powers to steal lube, Matvey?" Matthew flushed, pushing it to Ivan's chest in embarrassment.
"Well we weren't doing anything without it so I don't see the problem."
"Ooh and watermelon? Kinky."
"Shut up!" Ivan responded by kissing him hard, pinning him to the bed and reaching down to rub his crotch. Matthew gasped, arching up into Ivan, and tilting his head back. The suddenly rough treatment actually... excited him.
Matthew pulled up a knee and placed his between Ivan's legs, giving the boy something to move against while he pleasured him. Ivan did just that, rubbing against his leg in a needy manner.
It wasn't long until Matthew was getting louder, his face red from the sounds coming from his mouth, but unable to stop them. Ivan's touch left him, making him whine in frustration.
"Calm, calm, дорогой, I will make you feel good soon enough." Matthew shifted on the bed, breathing heavily.
He watched as Ivan removed his boxers, resisting the urge to cover himself from the other boy's gaze as it traveled to that area of him and back up.
"Красиьо..." Matthew blushed, Ivan called him beautiful?
"Yours... Take yours off..." Ivan smiled at him, and did just that, sitting up to remove his own underwear. Matthew couldn't help but stare at Ivan's member, "O-oh..."
"Do you want to stop?" Matthew looked up at Ivan's face, seeing the concern, and shook his head, "You are sure? We can-" Matthew shoved the boy backwards to make him lay down, and climbed over him slowly. Ivan watching him through lidded eyes.
"I'm fine, Ivan," Matthew kissed Ivan, laying on him completely, "Please... Please.." Their position was reversed, Ivan on top again. Matthew heard the bottle be opened, and relaxed his body.
"Do you want me to count or something? Or do I just go for it?" Matthew let out a nervous giggle, hiding his face in his hands.
"Just go for it." The ghost flinched when he felt one of Ivan's fingers, but didn't protest when the digit slid into him. He sighed, raising his arms over his head to rest above him on the bed.
"You okay?" He nodded at Ivan's question, wiggling a bit. Another was added, and Matthew wrinkled his nose at the strange feeling.
Then Ivan brushed against something inside him that felt good.
"Ah!" His back arched, and he slowly fell back on the bed, panting softly.
"Found it~!" Ivan sang, and Matthew gave him a look. The look was wiped away when Ivan rubbed the spot again, however, and Matthew moaned.
"Shit..." A third finger was added, and Matthew began meeting Ivan's fingers while they fucked him. Ivan's other hand curled around his erect member, and he moaned even louder.
It was then that Ivan asked the golden question.
"Are you ready?" Matthew looked down at Ivan's cock, grabbing the bottle and pouring some lube onto his hands. He then wrapped his hands around the organ, and slicked it up. Ivan sighed quietly, and Matthew relaxed back into his previous position.
"Ready." The first slide in was long, giving Matthew enough time to adjust to the sensation. He felt full, completely and utterly filled by Ivan. It hurt a bit too, a small bit of stretching that needed to be done.
And he loved it.
When Ivan began to move, Matthew sighed, wrapping his legs around Ivan's waist. The pace started slow, but was gradually gaining speed and power.
"Vanya..."
"Matvey..." The ghost pulled Ivan down for a heated kiss, moaning loudly as Ivan hit that spot again. His toes curled in pleasure, and his legs tightened around Ivan's waist.
The thrusts were given more power, hitting the spot almost every time and making the Canadian a moaning mess underneath his Russian lover. He heard Ivan give a small whimper and then a moan, and gave one in response. Is this what sex was supposed to feel like? For something that was such taboo even with someone of an opposite sex, it was amazing.
He felt a tightening in his stomach, and began breathing hard, just like Ivan was. He didn't know if the Russian had lifted his leg higher or had angled his hips differently but suddenly his spot was being hit with every thrust. The pleasure was becoming too much, the pressure in his abdomen becoming too intense, he needed something. He just didn't know what.
"Matvey... Y-you..."
"My stomach f-feels tight." I need to.. I need to... Cum. Right?
"Y-you are close, да? Мой дорогой..." The use of Russian sent shivers up his spine, his eyes fluttering shut during a particularly rough thrust. Matthew arched suddenly, throwing his head back and groaning as he felt the tightness release quickly, Ivan had stilled his movements except for a few gentle ones. When he looked down he blushed harshly. His release covered his and Ivan's stomach, making quite the mess. It was a lot too, and he frantically looked around for tissues.
"I'm sorry! I'll clean it up!" He was pushed back onto the bed gently, and felt Ivan slip out of him.
"Don't be silly, love. It happens when you have sex."
"I made a mess!"
"You came. It's normal." Matthew flailed his arms a bit, still breathing hard from the previous activity. Until he registered Ivan's words. He... Came? He did. He... Had sex with... Ivan.
"I can still clean it up."
"Later. Let's rest." The Russian collapsed next to him, and Matthew was pulled back against Ivan's chest. The air smelled like sex, and heat enveloped his body as the covers were pulled over them. Matthew took a deep breath, letting his eyes slide shut.
Ivan's soft breathing breezed against his neck, and lulled him into a doze. He felt... Like he was on a high. His body seemed to buzz with the aftershocks of pleasure.
What had he been so scared of?
Many things... But that doesn't matter anymore. I've got someone who loves and cares for me.
Matthew relaxed and slipped into a gentle slumber.
