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Ok Sooooo, unofficial title of this chapter: sightseeing... AND SMUT
Let it begin!
When both men had showered, Canada helped Russia prepare breakfast, a simple Russian breakfast of blini with sour cream and jam.
"Today I will take you into the city to see Moscow." Russia stated after taking a large gulp of milk.
"Will we go to see the Red Square?" Matthew asked excitedly.
Russia nodded. Loving how Canada was like a child going on a trip, his youthfulness lifting his own spirits. He loved Canada's big shining eyes. They had changed over the past weeks. When he first approached Canada they weren't shining or curious or… happy. They were… indifferent, uninterested. Russia watched as what little excitement and happiness that had been present, faded as England used the poor eager nation. Russia saw those expressive eyes the night he finally broke, and chased England from his house after being so deeply hurt. His eyes had been dull, empty. England had broken his poor little sunflower, and it had taken all of Russia's will power not to go and destroy the Brit.
But that was before. Canada was happy now, and Russia planned to keep it that way.
"Da, of course!" Russia answered loudly, breaking from his thoughts.
The day went smoothly, Russia driving Canada to the Red Square, touring the inside, looking at all the colours in the buildings, learning about the architecture, and the history. Canada was enthralled by it all. Listening acutely to Russia as he spoke of everything he knew about the place.
Canada counted the times their hands brushed. Occasionally, if there weren't a lot of people around, Russia's hand would appear from his sleeves to hold the others hand. Canada was amazed. He treasured how much attention Russia paid to his reactions, to his feelings. When the area was too crowded he would use his body as a sort of shield and usher Canada to a less busy spot. If Canada started to feel uncomfortable holding hands with Russia in such a public spot he didn't need to tell Russia. Russia felt the tension in Canada's hand, saw it in his body language and let go.
However, the more time he spent with Russia, the more time he felt the need to be close. The need to hold his hand, no matter how many people could see, and even more strangely, Canada felt the need to do more than hold hands.
"Ahh, just up here Matvei, around these stairs." Russia pointed to the entrance as a large tour of American's entered the room they were viewing.
Canada ducked his head and darted for the stairs slowly walking up a few steps while he waited for Russia. The albino haired man wasn't far behind, smiling from behind his scarf as he turned the corner.
Canada continued climbing the spiral stair case, letting out a small 'oof' as Russia pulled him into a small alcove in the wall.
"Ivan!" Canada whisper yelled as he was pushed into the alcove further, Russia's larger body blocking the way.
"May I?" Russia asked, leaning forwards slightly.
"But… there might be-" Russia cut Canada off with a finger pressed against his lips.
"Hardly anyone comes this way. Especially not those… lazy American's… And nobody will see around my body. You are safe." Russia stood up tall with his shoulders back, taking up as much room in the small alcove as possible, just to prove his point.
Canada sighed; it wasn't like he didn't want to. He nodded shortly and reached out, his hands grabbing the edges of Russia's coat, pulling the larger nation towards him.
Russia smiled before he moved the last few inches, crushing their lips together in desire. Canada's lips parted just as soon as they met, his tongue sliding out to meet Russia's half way. Their tongues clashed, Canada momentarily fighting back, his lips turning up into a smirk as Russia growled at his challenge.
Russia pulled away after winning the small battle and thoroughly ravishing the Canadian's mouth, watching as the blushing man regained his composure. Smiling down on the younger man he smoothed Canada's cowlick against his head, watching in amusement as it sprang back up.
Canada swatted at Russia's hand, "Leave it alone Ivan." He pouted. Canada couldn't comprehend how kissing could feel so good. Not that he had done a lot of kissing in his days, but when England kissed him it didn't feel anything like it did when Russia kissed him.
Canada was still blushing as Russia took his hand and pulled him from the alcove, continuing to walk to the top of the spiral stair case. As they reached the top Canada couldn't help but smile, the wind blew gently through his hair as they stepped outside and looked out of the balcony from one of the towers.
"So beautiful Ivan!" Canada whispered as he quickly ran to the edge.
"I am glad you think so." Russia walked behind Canada, standing close as his arms wrapped around the younger man. He rested his chin gently on the top of Canada's head as he looked around.
Canada snuggled into the warmth that was Russia. It wasn't every day he would get to be alone, atop a tall tower looking over Moscow, and Canada wanted to enjoy it. Eventually they descended the tower, holding hands the entire way down the stairs.
The next place Russia drove was the Polytechnic Museum. It was a chance guess for Russia. He wasn't sure if Canada would appreciate the different sort of technological advances of his country, especially because of all the tension with his brother. But Russia decided it was worth a try, and so as they entered the parking lot Russia chanced a look over at Canada. He was sitting in the passenger seat, as calm and happy as ever… that's right, he couldn't read the sign.
Russia was pleased to find that Canada was actually quite interested in the entire museum. Even the parts from the less friendly days of the cold war and how Russia developed their nuclear weapons, Canada continued to be interested, asking questions and reading all the information blurbs.
They did however, on Canada's request spend most of their time in the space technology area. Canada spoke for a long time of all the thing's he loved about space and space exploration, and admitted to not having the money to really look into it as much as he would like. He also went on about how much he admired Russia for being one of the most influential nations in early space exploration. It made Russia's heart swell when he realized that even before this; Canada had admired him, and valued his talents.
The museum closed, and much to Canada's dismay they had to leave. But Russia wasn't done with the Canadian just yet. He wanted to make this day special for Canada. His first day in Russia's land, as well as his first day spent solely with the older man.
Russia drove them to one of his favourite restaurants, treating Canada to some North American friendly food: Chicken wings. Of course after the meal had been consumed, and Russia had watched the usually shy and timid nation destroy his plate of chicken wings, they drank.
7 shots for Canada, 16 for Russia.
Both Nations were feeling the effects of the fine Russian vodka as they got a cab ride back to Russia's place. When Russia opened the door, Canada kicked off his boots, tossed his jacket on the floor and boldly walked to the living room where he proceeded to flop down onto the couch. He mumbled something into the cushions as Russia picked up his jacket and hung it away in the closet, following Canada's lead towards the couch.
"The couch is for sitting Matvei, if you want to sleep we do that in a bed, da?" Russia smirked as he pushed his hands under Canada, turning him over and lifting him up like a child. Canada giggled and agreed, his arms wrapping around Russia's neck as he snuggled closer to the larger man.
"Ok but I want to stay with you tonight Ivan." Canada stated as he nuzzled into Russia's chest.
The Russian chuckled quietly, "Da, of course Matvei."
He plunked the Canadian on his bed as walked to the other side of the room, unbuttoning his white dress shirt and tossing it in the laundry bin. Without thinking he shed his pants, hanging them over the edge of the bin as he pulled his under garments off too, opening his dresser drawer and absently searching for his boxers.
Russia was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a noise from behind him. When he turned, his gaze was met by sparkling blue eyes, the owner of said eyes using his hand to cover his mouth, failing horribly at keeping in his laughter. A slight hiss of air, or a short giggle could be heard as Russia stood naked, holding his boxers.
"What is so funny Matvei?" Russia asked with a scowl.
"Pfft. No-…heh… Nothing Ivan… pfft." He couldn't even keep a straight face for one measly little sentence.
Guessing the younger nations reason for giggling, Russia smirked, dropping the boxers to the floor before slowly stepping forwards, stalking his Canadian prey. He watched Canada's eyes go wide in shock before he scrambled to the back of the bed, his legs pulled up against his chest, watching Russia approach him.
"Nothing, Matvei?" He spoke quietly as he climbed onto the bed, crawling over to Canada. "Nothing hmm?" His smirk grew as he watched Canada panic, those pale hands waving in front of his face, trying to ward off the larger man. "I think you are lying Matvei."
And with that Russia pounced darting forwards and pushing those pale hands out of his way, picking up the smaller nation and flipping him backwards onto the bed.
Canada was paralyzed in shock, looking up into violet eyes as Russia smirked. "This is funny, da?"
The great white north had no time to respond as Russia's lips collided with his own. It took a moment for Canada's vodka hazed brain to catch up, and when it did, Russia had already undone most of the buttons on his shirt, his talented tongue sliding across his bottom lip, practically begging for entrance.
Canada obliged, his lips parting as Russia's tongue plunged in, devouring the younger nation as he pulled the shirt from under the pale body. Canada shivered, the cool air hitting his torso before Russia's warm hands were touching his skin, the calloused fingers running over his stomach and ribs without reason or pattern.
All Canada could do was enjoy, his arms wrapping around Russia's neck, playing with the short soft hairs at the base of Russia's head as the albino haired man surrounded him.
Canada's gentle fingers in Russia's hair had the older man groaning in reply, giving Canada a much needed confidence boost. He tried to catch his breath as Russia pulled away, his lips finding the skin of Canada's jaw, placing feather light kisses there before skipping right to his chest.
Canada gasped quietly as Russia's tongue flicked over a sensitive nipple, his wandering hand now finding the other nub and pinching it to pebble hardness.
Russia hoped it was enough to distract the younger man as his free hand worked on Canada's belt buckle. It pulled free relatively easy, but the button was proving troublesome. He brought down his other hand, cursing mentally as Canada looked down, watching nervously as Russia popped the button open.
Russia watched as he kissed over to the other nipple, gently sucking it into his mouth, watching Canada's face as his mouth opened in a silent moan, eyes sliding shut momentarily. Russia let go of the nipple, giving it a final flick before rising back up to Canada's head.
"Tell me if you are uncomfortable Matvei. I mean it. I will stop as soon as you say so." Russia's eyes were serious, but Canada saw the fear lying underneath. The fear of hurting Canada.
And so Canada nodded, steeling his nerves as Russia surged forwards and claimed his lips.
Russia moved slowly, his hand sliding down Canada's chest, rubbing over a nipple before continuing down. He moved the zipper slowly, deliberately making it noticeable to let Canada know what he was doing.
No objections.
So Russia continued, his tongue actively battling against Canada's, sharing breaths as their tongues caressed each others. He needed both hands now, breaking the kiss, as his thumbs hooked into both his pants and briefs. His eyes stayed locked with Canada's as he pulled them down, oh so slowly until they were pooled at the Canadians ankles.
Canada suddenly became shy, his hands moved quickly, letting go of Russia's neck and shooting down to cover himself. Russia was having none of that.
The older nation leaned back, gently grabbing Canada's hands and holding them by his sides. Canada was blushing, eye contact breaking as he looked anywhere but Russia.
"Matvei…" Russia whispered breathlessly as he looked over the beauty that was Canada. "Matvei, you are so beautiful."
Canada blushed deeper, his eyes briefly meeting Russia's before looking away again.
"So beautiful." Russia whispered again, letting go of Canada's hands as he bent over, his lips pressing into Canada's stomach as his hands began to roam again.
Canada's hands fisted in the blankets beside him as Russia's lips kissed lower, past his belly button, feather light over his hips, until Canada had to close his eyes in nervousness.
"Ivan!" Canada yelled in what was clearly shock and pleasure, as Russia's pink tongue slipped out, leaving a hot slick trail up Canada's shaft before circling the head.
Russia smirked up at Canada, watching those pure facial reactions as he parted his lips and engulfed Canada's member. Another gasp and quiet moan as the heat of Russia's mouth surrounded Canada. The younger mans eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, his knuckles white as he gripped the blankets.
"Ahh!" It was more of a yelp this time, as Russia pulled his mouth away, blowing gently on the head of Canada's erection. "Ivan." Canada whined. Clearly he didn't like being teased.
Russia indulged Canada, his tongue sliding over the sensitive slit, collecting the pre-cum that had gathered there before swallowing Canada once again.
Canada let out a louder moan this time, his stomach muscles clenching as he tried not to buck into the hot wetness that was Russia's mouth. His hand lifted from the sheets, delicate fingers finding the nape of Russia's neck and pulled gently at the hairs there.
The groan he received from Russia sent vibrations through him, pushing another gasp from his throat as he felt a spark of pleasure shoot up his spine. Canada opened his eyes now, watching as Russia's head bobbed up and down over him, tongue sliding over his most sensitive parts, groaning repeatedly as Canada's fingers tangled in the Russian's hair.
"Ivan. Ahh. I-" He couldn't finish his sentence as a particularly strong groan from Russia rumbled through his body. His eyes locked with Russia's as he came, one last suck had Canada releasing into the waiting warmth of Russia's mouth, a quiet moan escaping his lips.
The blond let his head fall back against the bed, looking up at the ceiling as Russia moved beside him, resting on his side, one arm propping up his head. Canada looked to his side searching his mind for what to say.
"Ivan… What about you?" Canada asked as he rolled on his side, limbs still heavy from the post orgasmic pleasures.
"Do not worry for me little sunflower." Russia smiled, his hand tucking some hair behind Canada's ear.
Canada shook his head, frowning as he pushed the Russian onto his back. His hand gently moved over Russia's chest before sliding down and grasping Russia's solid length. The blond watched as Russia's eyes slid shut, his lips pressing into a thin line as he tried not to react too strongly.
"Should I..?" Canada asked shyly, looking to Russia for guidance.
"Only if you want to, my little sunflower." Russia amazed himself with his own answer. He was such a strong nation. So many others were terrified of him, and Russia could take almost anything he wanted with little resistance. He could take what he wanted from Canada too, and yet he didn't, he needed the younger mans love more.
Russia almost cried out in joy as those supple lips pressed into his ribs, shy tentative kisses were placed down his torso, a wary pink tongue slipped out and licked over Russia's sensitive scars as it descended.
It was almost too much for Russia as it was. Even with Canada's inexperience and caution, he was doing exactly the right thing as he explored Russia's torso, that wet tongue laving over each scar before moving on. It wouldn't be long. Not long at all.
Russia groaned loudly as Canada nipped gently at his hip, electric shocks shot up his body, testing his control to not jerk. He didn't want Canada' to stop. Not now, not when those moist lips were mere centimeters from his straining arousal.
Russia could have sworn he saw stars as suddenly the heat of Canada's slick mouth surrounded him. That innocent mouth taking as much of Russia in as he could, tongue caressing the shaft as Canada sucked his cheeks in. The suddenness tested Russia again, using all his effort not to buck into that wet heat.
"Da Matvei. Just like that." Russia finally spoke, his voice gruff and strained as he offered the inexperienced nation praise. "Use your tongue on the tip Matvei…" He groaned as Canada obeyed, his tongue circling the sensitive head before he bobbed down once again. "Da, like that Matvei. So good."
The words spurred Canada onward, encouraging him to continue as he quickened his pace. His jaw was tired, but the noises and kind words from Russia kept him going, his tongue pressing and licking over the sensitive organ.
As Canada's hand reached up and began to stroke what his mouth could not reach, Russia felt himself cracking. He had a mere seconds to spit out "Matvei I'm going to-" before his seed burst forth, his orgasm rushing forth so fast even Russia was surprised.
Canada swallowed most of it, but a small amount had escaped, decorating his chin and chest like a victory badge. He smiled at Russia at he sat up, seeming even more satisfied than the panting Russian.
Russia let out a quiet moan of appreciation as he sat up, smiling at the pleased Canadian as he wiped his chin, brushing it off against the corner of the bed sheets.
"We both need a shower now, my little sunflower." As much as he didn't want to move, Russia wanted to shower even more, so he threw his legs over the side of the bed and turned to look back at Canada. "Shall we together then?"
It was a question. Canada was sure of that. An offer that Canada could take or leave. But why not? What possible reason could Canada have for not wanting to shower with the older man? And so he nodded, climbing off of the bed and rushing to get to the shower before Russia.
Phew! That was a long one!
Next one is going to be super short, but it will be worth it!
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