Ivan held onto the smaller man as though this would keep him here forever. As though this was the only solution and when he broke the kiss, he was left with blue eyes gazing up at him, lips parted with heavy breathes leaving them. Maybe this was the best choice... Or the worst, Ivan would have to see how the American reacted.
"U-um… I-Is this what you meant..?" Alfred asked, feeling rather weak from the sudden euphoria. "Because if so… You've definitely convinced me…" Giggles escaped his lips and a smile creeping up onto his face.
Ivan blinked a couple of times before chuckling softly in relief. "I really do mean this…"
"Then I guess…" He let of a dramatic sigh for effects. "I won't pick up the work. But you gotta help me pay rent." Alfred whispered, wrapping his arms around Ivan's neck, bringing him down for another kiss. This time, more expectant and they focused on that kiss , their lips mingling. Ivan getting a bit more eager to taste what Alfred had and Alfred had been more than willing to let Ivan have a taste.
Their tongues met, both in a combat against one another. But the American was taken over in a heartbeat and as Ivan explored the caverns of the other, he definitely tasted the bitterness of cigarettes, soda not helping to overpower the taste. Ivan had pulled away and coughed, rather disgusted.
"You also have to quit smoking…"
"Wait what!? But that's my comfort!?" Alfred whined, pulling away from the Russian and he probably would have gotten far if Ivan's grip wasn't like steel. "Like you said, after all we've went through. Those cigarette will kill you."
Alfred eyes widened, not from what Ivan said, but from how Ivan remembered from so long ago that Alfred said those words. "I do plan on keeping you with me for a long time." Ivan murmured quietly, stroking Alfred's cheek gently. Shyness soon envolped Alfred, pressing against Ivan's hand. This guy was honestly a sweetheart.
"Now go brush your teeth." As Alfred stood, being completely defeated by how Ivan swooned him in what was to be their life. He began to walk away but not without receiving a smack on the ass.
And later in the night, Alfred and Ivan were huddled together, watching a movie. From the dead beyond, or some stupid name like that. Either way, they were together, chilling out while Alfred laughed occasionally from the crappy camera scenes. Ivan not amused whatsoever, what was the point of a horror movie, if it wasn't horror but sex.
So instead of watching the whole movie like Alfred was, he was occasionally glance at the smaller male in relief. He seemed to be back to normal, he wasn't running for the smokes or liquor. But instead wrapped up with Ivan under a comforter blanket.
"Ivan you okay?" Alfred looked up in worry, noticing how zoned out the Russian was. "Huh… Oh*да.." He grinned slightly, kissing the top of the American's head, only reassuring him just a bit. "Just thinking of my *Подсолнух…" He smiles to himself, knowing that Alfred definitely makes him feel warm like a sunflower would.
Alfred tilted his head in confusion. "What is that?"
"Oh don't worry, you will more than likely learn…" He smiled warmly, nuzzling the American close. "Let's continue to watch the movie."
One day, Alfred had got up much earlier than Ivan, which was a change for once. They had continued their routine of switching from Alfred's to Ivan's home frequently. It had been very eventful because Alfred had dropped being an assassin, even though he missed the thrill, but he cared about Ivan and if dropping the job meant that Ivan would be happy, he'd do it in a heartbeat.
With that, Alfred headed into the kitchen to make breakfast. He felt as though they had became a couple, which was weird because all the did was sleep in each other's beds, hang out, and kiss… Okay maybe they could be considered a couple. But he suddenly jumped slightly in surprise as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist.
A chin resting on the American's shoulder and kisses placed against his neck sweetly. "Good morning my precious Подсолнух…" Ivan whispered softly, sleep still in his system. But Alfred smiled anyway, he figured out what that word meant, how, wasn't so romantic, because he simply did a google search. But it was so romantic nonetheless.
"G'morning my *Солнышко…" Alfred whispered back sweetly. There had been one word Alfred had remembered while searching for Russian and honestly to Ivan, hearing someone speak tender words to him so early in the morning had made the Russian feel so warm inside. So much so, he'd place even more kisses against the soft sun-kissed skin.
"I-Ivan, I have t-to tell you s-something!" Alfred in return laughed happily, feeling the Russian's hands make their up underneath his plain tee. This made the American gasp and gently hit the Russian's hands with the spatula. "No no no, no touching there!" He squirmed away, looking at Ivan shyly.
Ivan knew how Alfred felt about what was underneath his shirt and he felt bad for the affection he tried to show. "A-Ah да, I'm sorry…" He smiled slightly, cupping Alfred's cheeks and giving his lips a soft kiss.
"Do you forgive me Подсолнух?"
Alfred nodded gently, looking up at him and smiling softly, nervously rubbing his neck. Knowing that he had overreacted just a bit. "Yes, Солнышко, I forgive you."
They smiled softly, Alfred hugging onto Ivan tightly. "What did you need to tell me Подсолнух?"
He mumbled softly against Ivan's chest, which obviously the taller male couldn't hear. This made Ivan lift Alfred's face up by his chin, their eyes having contact. "What was that?"
"I want you to meet my parents…"
*да - Yes
*Подсолнух - Sunflower
*Солнышко - Little Sun (Sunshine)
