Opening Statements: Ugh...been feeling crappy for a couple days. Going through highs and lows more frequently because my prescription dose is off by a lot. I went through a mania in four minutes then crashed into a depression for a couple hours today...still kinda in the depression. Um...this chapter is mostly just sex. Yup. Pretty much all sex. Been feeling a lack of motivation for this story lately. On the chapter my mistress would kill me if I didn't finish too... *awkwardly looks away* So uh yeah, enjoy. Sex. *pewf*
Disclaimer: Yeah. That.
WARNING: Toys, inappropriate use of ice, mirror kink (lol and right after I finished Phobia too xD), exhibitionism (? I think, not sure. Ties in with the mirror thing)
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It was all so nice and warm. Ivan really did like America. Well, except for the wastefulness, the obnoxious attitudes and their obsession with helping people who had no need of it. Other than that he liked America. It was warm and sunflowers thrived. Ivan hummed contentedly, holding his lover close. He nuzzled the American's hair, blowing cool air on Nantucket and making him shiver.
"Ahh..." Matthew moaned as his brother tickled his curl and squeezed him around the middle. "A-Al...early..." Since when was Alfred so frisky in the morning? Every time he spent the night in Canada Alfred was hardly coherent before he had his first cup of coffee. Or Coke. Whichever of the two drinks were easier to obtain. "Nnaaah!" he cried as his curl was taken between two fingers and pulled gently.
Ivan frowned and opened his eyes. Nantucket wasn't just one strand of hair... He sputtered out a few curses in Russian as he saw he was holding Matthew and not Alfred, and quickly shoved him away, sitting up and throwing the covers off all in one smooth motion. "Where the hell is Alfred?"
"I-I don't know!" Matthew squeaked, pulling the covers up to his neck to cover his embarrassment. That had been Ivan who was playing with his curl? His cheeks burned. "H-he was right here wasn't he?" He looked at the space between him and Ivan where Alfred had been laying the night before. "I-I think I hear the shower running, he's probably there, I'm gonna go join him!" Matthew quickly scrambled out of bed and went to the bathroom door, slipping inside.
Ivan growled and followed. There was no way he was going to leave the two brothers alone.
"Whoa!" Alfred exclaimed as his brother slipped into the shower behind him. "What's up, Mattie? When'd you wake up?"
"Just now, you jerk, your boyfriend was trying to molest me!" Matthew huffed, reaching passed his brother for the shampoo.
"He is not my boyfriend."
"Oh please, I was doing nothing of the sort," Ivan snorted, slipping into the shower right behind Alfred. "And where did you go off to without my permission, подсолнечник?" he teased, hands finding their way to the American's waist. "You almost made me to play with your brother."
"Wow, you guys just jump right in, don't you?" Alfred grumbled. "Can't I have a shower where there's no sex or molestation so I can just wash my hair and get clean? It really gets annoying."
"Because the point of a shower is very debatable, especially when you have a lover with you." Ivan hummed, his hands wandering all over the American's body. "Hmm, perhaps I should take you here~ You seem to like it when we play in the shower."
"Stop, commie asshole," Alfred grumbled, swatting at the hands that were wandering down south. "Florida's closed to tourists right now! Besides, I have to actually do stuff for the meeting today. Y'know, all that closing shit to make sure everyone goes home pleased. I have to plan some stuff."
"Hm, well I think there still may be one more day for the meeting," Ivan replied, plucking the shampoo from Matthew's hand and pouring some onto his palm. He began rubbing it through Alfred's hair, making sure to massage Nantucket gently. "That is plenty of time for you to spend time here."
"Mmmm..." Alfred moaned and leaned back into Ivan's touch. "Hey...y'know, I have the power to call off the meeting today," he informed the Russian, humming pleasantly as Nantucket was massaged and slicked with shampoo.
"I think that would be wonderful," Ivan laughed. He continued to massage the shampoo through Alfred's hair, regardless that it was already thoroughly slicked and ready to be washed out. "What do you think, Canada~?" he chuckled, gaze shifting over to the Canadian that was washing out the shampoo in his wavy hair.
"I think it's way too crowded in here so after I finish up my hair I'm going to get out. I'll probably go visit Cu- Um...France." Matthew shrugged. He reached for the conditioner. Hopefully he could just get out of here before Ivan got some crazy idea and he was kidnapped again so that he could go and spend time with Cuba.
"Sure, whatever. Hey, bro, could you pick up Texas on your way out and put it on the bedside table? I think Ivan took it off last night and tossed it on the floor," Alfred asked, moaning as Ivan massaged his scalp and whispered dirty things into his ear in his mother tongue.
"I don't like Texas," Ivan giggled. He traced a few patterns in Alfred's skin and trailed down his body to his inner thigh, inching dangerously close to Florida. "At least, not compared to the rest of you. Especially Florida~"
"Hey! Bad! I told you Florida is closed to tourists!"
"But it is so warm and it seems like Florida wishes to please its visitors!"
"God dammit, stoooo- ahh, don't stop!"
Matthew ignored his brother's moans as he just turned his back to look at the wall, knowing he had already become invisible to the two. He sighed and rinsed the conditioner out of his hair, still listening to Ivan and Alfred giggle and moan in the water. It was so cliché Matthew almost wanted choke himself.
When he was done with his hair, Matthew slipped out unnoticed. He dried himself off and gathered all his clothes, dressing himself and finding Texas to place on the bedside table like his brother had asked him. The Canadian was really hoping he could just go find Cuba and snuggle on the couch with him and talk.
"Ohhh, Ivaaan!" Alfred moaned, not even noticing that his brother had escaped. He rolled his hips back as Ivan grinded into him and squeezed his waist with one hand gently and pumped his member with the other. He groaned and put both hands on the tile wall in front of him, trying to keep himself from falling down in the shower. "Ah...ah...w-wait, I have to...my hair..."
"What about it?" Ivan mumbled, rubbing his hardened member between the American's plush cheeks.
"Just...l-let me do my hair real quick...a-and...ahh, then let me call my boss and...ahh...we can..." He didn't finish, knowing that Ivan could decipher the rest of the sentence.
"Hmm..." Ivan pouted and puffed out his cheeks childishly. "I suppose I could stop for a few moments. You have five minutes exactly. I will get out and wait for you. I want to set something up before we begin." He began counting down mentally from five minutes as he stepped out of the shower.
Alfred made good time on his five minutes, using two to finish shampooing and conditioning his hair and three to convince his boss that the meeting needed to take a break for the day and that they could pick up the next. He knew that Germany would probably have a cow, but he was going to be having sex all day, he deserved a break! When his boss had asked him why he thought a break was needed, he almost said 'Because Russia is going to fuck my brains out and it's going to take all day and the meeting can't go on without me 'cause I'm the hero!' Instead he had just said it was because the meeting the day before had been so stressful and that everyone deserved a break.
"Time's up~" Ivan giggled, wrapping his arms around Alfred's waist. He snatched the phone from Alfred's hand and hung up without a second thought. "Mmm, Alfred, you know, I brought some toys for you in my luggage," he giggled, his busy hand moving down and grasping Florida.
"Nn...yeah, I bet security loved going through your bags..." Alfred grumbled as he stumbled his way over to the bed and turned to face his lover. "What'd you say when they asked you why you had a dildo, a butt plug and anal beads in your suitcase?"
"Security didn't ask, подсолнечник, they were far too scared of me to do anything like that," Ivan giggled. He pushed Alfred down on the bed and moved to the foot of his bed where his luggage lay. "And the toys I brought are different than the ones used before. I hope you don't mind." Not that he cared if Alfred protested or not, he was going to continue either way.
"O...kay." Alfred wasn't sure if that was good or not. "So what did you bring?"
"I wasn't sure what your preferences were, so I just bought a variety of items," Ivan hummed, rifling through his baggage. "Is there any specific item you would like to use~?"
"Um, I'd prefer not to be strangled again," Alfred grumbled, moving over so he looked over the foot of the bed, but his view of Ivan's luggage still blocked. "C'mon, lemme see what you got!"
"Aww, you didn't like that~?" Ivan giggled as Alfred glared at him. "Fine, fine, as you wish." He moved his suitcase over so that Alfred could see its contents. He giggled when Alfred just stared at made a face at it, mouth opening and closing like a fish every few seconds.
"For fuck's sake!" Alfred shouted, finally finding his voice. He reeled back and blushed, trying to ignore Ivan's laughs. "Is that all you packed to the meeting? An entire suitcase of sex toys!" he demanded. He didn't want to admit that many of the toys in Ivan's bag looked rather appealing and he definitely wouldn't mind trying them out.
"Of course not!" Ivan replied, a little put off by the statement. "I brought my necessities, of course, I just put a separate bag aside for you. I wasn't about to mix my personal life and my business life, even if it is only my luggage."
"Yeah, you totally weren't doing that when you gave me a handjob in the middle of the meeting yesterday," Alfred grumbled, quiet so Ivan didn't hear him. When Ivan gave him a look he decided to change the subject. "So what are you gonna shove up my ass first?" Okay, so perhaps that wasn't as gracefully worded as it probably should have been.
Ivan giggled at the wording. "Well, it depends. If you would like, the foreplay can be skipped and I can take you immediately." The Russian smirked when Alfred glared at him. "Or would you prefer to try out one of your new toys?"
The American sighed and flopped back on the bed. "You got a vibrator in there?" he wondered aloud, more curious than anything else. He probably wouldn't even ever use a vibrator if he was given one. He'd already made the decision he didn't like them because they...well...vibrated.
"Pick a color." Ivan replied dryly, digging through the bag once more. He didn't act like the situation was out of the ordinary at all, like they talked about this in passing every day. It was like he was talking about the weather.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Alfred propped himself up on his elbows, eyebrows furrowed together in question. Did Ivan have an entire arsenal of vibraters in his suitcase or something? Alfred really wanted to know what security at the airport thought when they scanned Ivan's bag and saw it was full of sex toys.
"It means name a color and I probably have a toy to match it."
Alfred thought about this for a moment, thinking about what weird color he could call out and see if Ivan actually had something to show for it. "Got red, white and blue? I'd love to see something like that." If Ivan actually had a vibrator or dildo colored in stars and stripes then Alfred was going to make him give it up, because there was no way he was going to let something as awesome as that just walk away.
"Ah, dа, dа, I do believe I bought one in the colors of my flag," Ivan giggled, giving the American a sly look. "Why? Would you like the use it~? You know, one of these days I think dressing you in Russian colors would be nice. I think they would suit you."
"Fuck off, no way I'm gonna wear your commie colors! And I was talking about my flag, jackass! Stars and stripes! Sheesh...and no I don't want to use it, you red bastard," Alfred grumbled, blushing lightly at the thought of wearing Ivan's colors. Yeah, like that would actually happen.
"I was hoping I could restrain you again," Ivan interrupted Alfred's thoughts, purposefully ignoring Alfred's request of a sex toy colored in stars and stripes as he held up a pair of handcuffs, different than the ones they had used before. They were smaller and less flashy, but undoubtedly good quality.
Alfred glared at the Russian, silent for a moment. But only for a moment. "No. Fucking. Way," he growled through gritted teeth. "There is no way I am going to let you tie me up again. You branded me the last time I let you do that. No way. If I let you tie me up now I am fairly sure I'll end up with a tattoo of your flag on the other side of my ass!"
"Nyet, I believe the brand is sufficient enough to tell people who you belong to."
"That is not what I meant!"
"Oh? It isn't?" Ivan grinned, amethyst eyes glittering with that emotion that made Alfred a little uneasy. "I wonder what the rest of the world will say..." Ivan slowly slid onto the bed beside Alfred, pushing him down. His busy hands wandered down until they slipped between the American's legs and fingered the brand, stroking it gently. "When they see this. What do you think they will say?"
"Wh-what do you mean 'when' they see, you commie asshole?" Alfred squirmed a little, slightly uncomfortable with Ivan's hand between his legs. "You're not thinking of pantsing me in the middle of a meeting or something, are you?"
"I don't believe I know what that means, but probably not." Ivan shrugged, not quite getting the concept Alfred was trying to get across to him. "But I assure you." He pinched the brand and giggled when Alfred groaned and winced. "That they will know in time." Except for maybe Belarus. He didn't really need her knowing he had a casual, sexual relationship with Alfred. Or with anyone, for that matter.
"Well fuck that, there's no way in hell I'm just gonna sit back and let you tie me up so you can have your perverted way with me if people are gonna know about it! I thought this was supposed to be all secret and taboo, and hot and sticky because we're not supposed to be doing it!" Alfred growled as he pushed Ivan's hand away and crossed his legs defiantly.
Quirking an eyebrow, Ivan chuckled low in his throat. He easily forced Alfred's legs apart, giggling at the yelp of surprise it caused, and pulled the American to him. He forced Alfred's legs around his waist, loving the look of surprise on his face. "You really think that you can say no to me, Alfred?" He grasped Alfred's cock in one hand and dipped low behind with the other, pressing a finger against the American's entrance. "This entire relationship is by my rules, подсолнечник, not yours. If I had wanted anyone to know about us, they would know already. If I want anyone to see us, they will. If I want you to do something, you do it."
"F-fuck you!" Alfred moaned as he bucked into the hand that pumped Florida up and down, stroking him firmly. He gasped when a dry finger pushed passed the sensitive ring of muscle of his hole, not expecting it. "J-just because you tell me to do- ahh- d-do something it doesn't mean I'll do it! Nnn... I do things when I want to!"
"Not with me. You do things when I say. The only times you are allowed to do what you want are when I let you." Ivan chuckled, amused by the American's attempt to convince himself that he was independent. Because he certainly wasn't convincing Ivan, that was for sure. "If I wanted, I could send out all the pictures I've taken of you to anyone I wanted, and everyone in the world would see what a pathetic little slut you are."
Alfred blushed, his resolve weakening just a bit. "Y-you said you'd keep those for yourself...you said you wouldn't show anyone."
"Da, but I could just as easily change my mind and decide that the rest of the world should see them as well. Understood?"
Avoiding the Russian's intense gaze, Alfred bit his lip and conceded. He had no doubt that Ivan was telling the truth, because he had no reason to bluff. Then again Ivan was known for sporadic cruelties like that. "Y-yeah...yes. Understood," he mumbled, swallowing heavily as he met Ivan's eyes just briefly before looking away again. "I'll...I'll behave."
"Oh good!" Ivan giggled, pulling back from the American's body. He grinned when Alfred moaned in displeasure at the loss of contact. "Then I'm going to do what I want with you for the entire day. Does that sound good~?" The thought of playing with Alfred for the entire day sent pleasant shivers down Ivan's spine. He hadn't been able to do anything with Alfred for a whole day in a while.
Ivan moved back over to his suitcase and picked out some of the items he would need. He turned and saw the mini fridge that came with the hotel room. That gave him an idea. What if... Ivan moved over and opened the mini fridge, grinning when he saw exactly what he needed. He shut the door again, better to keep them cold before using them.
"Wh...what are you gonna do to me?" Alfred asked, a little apprehensive. He propped himself up on his elbows to overlook what Ivan was doing. It unnerved him a little, how silent the Russian was. He needed to know what was gonna happen, dammit! He didn't do so well with surprises.
"I am going to handcuff you to the headboard..." Ivan tossed the pair of handcuffs up onto the bed, intending to retrieve them later. "Then I will blindfold you..." He placed the satin red blindfold he had used on Canada before on the bed as well. "I will gag you..." He looked down into his suitcase, not able to decide which gag to use. He grinned and picked out a ball gag, tossing it onto the bed as well. "And after all that I will give you a little surprise."
Alfred decided he wasn't exactly looking forward to the surprise, seeing as it would either be really painful, or really uncomfortable. Those were the only two options when Russia offered you a surprise. He squeaked in surprise when Ivan grabbed his wrist and secured one of the handcuffs into place. He stuck his tongue out at the Russian when his other wrist was given the same treatment.
"Now, now, I thought you were going to behave," Ivan giggled, tugging on the chain between the handcuffs to test them. "Turn around," he ordered. When Alfred did as he was told, Ivan took the chain between the handcuffs and looped them over one of the headboard's bedposts so Alfred was forced to stay on his knees with his arms suspended out in front of him.
"Aw, c'mon, what the heeeell!" Alfred whined, wiggling his hips a little to get comfortable as he tested the handcuffs. They were definitely good quality, better than the last pair Ivan had used on him. Unfortunately these ones weren't padded on the inside, and they were tight, which meant he was definitely going to have bruises on his wrists by the time they were done. "If I'm facing away from you it doesn't really matter if you blindfold me or not, asshole," he muttered, just as the satin blindfold came over his head.
"I think I may enjoy having you silent for a while," Ivan laughed, tying the blindfold tight so that it wouldn't slip. "While I do enjoy your vocality, it does get rather annoying at times." He pulled Alfred's hips back a little, spreading his legs farther to give himself a good view. "Are you comfortable? This is the last chance you have to tell me anything for now before I gag you."
Giving a quiet sigh, Alfred pushed his hips back a little more. "Yeah, I'm good. Hey, are we supposed to have a safe word or something? Like, to make sure one of us doesn't pass out or whatever. I mean, that happened to me the last time you tied me up."
"I will not be doing anything too intense to you this time, so I don't believe a safe word is absolutely necessary at the moment, though it may be a good topic to discuss in the future. Remind me later after we are done," Ivan hummed, taking the ball gag from where it lay on the sheets. "Is there anything else you would like to say?" he asked, not even waiting for the American to say anything. Alfred was about to say something before the ball gag was pushed into his mouth promptly and fastened around his head securely. Ivan giggled when he heard the American give a muffled shout in protest. "Would you like your surprise now, подсолнечник?"
Alfred gave a muffled grumble that sounded suspiciously like 'Fuck you.' Giggling, Ivan moved off of the bed and back towards the mini fridge. He opened it up and took out a tray of ice cubes. He twisted it a little to make the ice easier to get out before returning to the American waiting for him on the bed.
"Ready~?" Ivan giggled, pulling the first ice cube from the tray and setting it down so it was out of his way. He licked the ice cube a couple times to get it wet before circling his arm around the American's chest. He placed the ice on Alfred's nipple, grinning as the response was immediate.
Alfred arched his back and gave a muffled cry as the freezing ice was pressed against the sensitive nub, bringing it to an erect state. He gave a few more muffled protests, stifled by the gag in his mouth, as the ice traced his chest and moved on to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Alfred moaned through his nose as the ice cube dipped lower, leaving a wet trail in its path as it traveled down his body, dipping into his navel and then down to his burning vital regions. He let out a high pitched cry as the ice traced the length of his cock from bottom to tip, shivering violently. He squirmed under the cold touch, trying to get it away from his hot vital regions. His cock twitched despite the cold, wet ice being dragged over it.
"Hmm, oh look, it's all melted," Ivan purred, dragging a finger through one of the wet trails the ice had left on Alfred's flesh. "I guess you just need another one, then." He reached for another ice cube and placed it at the back of Alfred's neck this time, enjoying how the American moaned and writhed under the icy touch. Little droplets of cold water began trickling down Alfred's back, streaks of water staining his tan skin as they dried.
Alfred gasped as he felt the ice trail down his spine, shuddering under the feeling. He moaned, long and drawn out, as the ice slid further down his body, tracing every groove and curve in his skin. He could feel the melted ice dripping down to his more sensitive regions, making his member twitch in anticipation.
Ivan giggled and dragged the ice cube down to the American's perfectly shaped ass, slipping between the smooth, round globes and pressing the ice against his entrance, licking his lips when Alfred gave a muffled cry of surprise, pushing his hips back into the icy touch. "You seem so eager to be cold," Ivan chuckled, teasing Alfred's hole with the ice which in turn made the American moan. "Then how about I make you cold on the inside as well, da?"
Savoring the low cry of surprise as he slipped the ice inside the American, Ivan hummed pleasantly and reached for another ice cube. He enjoyed the stifled, whiny pants that Alfred emitted behind the gag in his mouth, practically begging for more. Ivan could see the ice was already melting inside the American, icy water leaking from his insides down his inner thighs and eventually soaking into the bed sheets beneath him. Ivan slowly pushed the second ice cube inside him, giggling as some water leaked out onto his fingers.
Alfred moaned and squirmed under the Russian's expert touch. He could feel the ice melting inside of him and leaking from his insides slowly as it melted inside his hot body. He wanted to say no, but the gag prevented it, and it was actually starting to feel kinda good. The ice numbed his insides just enough for him to moan and gasp under the sensation of it, it even hurt a little, but it only lasted a few seconds before it numbed. He gasped as another ice cube was pushed inside him, pushing the other ice cubes up even further. "Nnn!" he managed to bite out around the gag as Ivan pushed a finger inside him rather abruptly.
"I suppose I should use something to fix this leak," Ivan giggled, sending a shiver down Alfred's spine as he withdrew his finger. Alfred felt the weight of the bed shift, indicating that Ivan had gotten off, only for him to come back a few seconds later. Alfred gave a stifled cry as he was suddenly filled, the ice cubes being pushed up even further up inside him.
Whatever it was inside him definitely wasn't Ivan, it was smaller and felt synthetic. It was probably one of the dildos that Ivan had brought. It didn't matter; whatever it was that Ivan was thrusting in and out him felt good, and that was all that really mattered. The American moaned around the gag in his mouth, pushing his hips back against the phallus thrusting in and out of him, brushing against his sweet spot every other time. It was good, but not quite...enough...!
"And I thought you said you didn't want to use it," Ivan giggled in his ear, blowing cool air on Nantucket to make Alfred shiver. When Alfred moaned out a questioning sound Ivan giggled and curled his ahoge around his finger with his free hand. "The toy in my flag's colors~ You said you didn't want to use it, yet you are practically fucking yourself on it now."
Alfred gasped and bucked his hips back onto the toy moving in and out of him as his erogenous zone was assaulted. Dammit, why was Ivan such a jerk? He always used Nantucket against the American when it was totally not needed! Alfred had to admit that it did feel amazing, though, so he could forgive the Russian just a little. He would have insulted the asshole, but the gag kept preventing him from doing it. But, again, he had to admit it was kinda hot, so he had to forgive Ivan for that too. Dammit, he just couldn't win.
Alfred was interrupted from his thoughts as the dildo inside him struck his sweet spot head on, causing him to cry out around the gag, coming out as a muffled, high pitched squeak. Embarrassed by his inability to stay quiet even with a gag in his mouth, Alfred bit down on the gag and clenched his jaw, trying to stay silent as Ivan continually thrust the toy in and out of him, hitting his sweet spot every time and playing with Nantucket at the same time. It was proving hard to do.
"Oh? Aren't you going to moan for me?" Ivan chuckled, kissing up the American's neck gently. He left the toy inside Alfred to the hilt, his hand sliding up to his side as he twirled Nantucket around his finger, enjoying how Alfred thrust his hips back so wantonly and moaned loudly just from that one lock of hair. "I like it when you moan because of me. Don't be shy~" he whispered, nipping softly at Alfred's neck to leave a mark. His hand wandered to Alfred's front so that he could grab a hold of Florida, rubbing over the head with his thumb to smear the precum he found there.
The American would have cursed him out had he not had a ball gag in his mouth. He had a feeling Ivan would keep on teasing him regardless, though. Alfred whined in displeasure behind the gag and pushed his hips back, brushing against the Russian's groin with his behind. Honestly, couldn't the bastard take a hint and fuck him already?
"Not yet, подсолнечник. You will get it when you deserve it," Ivan purred suggestively, squeezing the American's cock in his hand. He bit out a moan as Alfred insistently rubbed back against him. He growled and gave Alfred a quick swat on the ass to warn him. "Stop that, or I might have to punish you, лaпyшкa." Ivan giggled as the childish term of endearment slipped passed his lips. He quite honestly hadn't meant to sound like he was treating Alfred like a child, but that was how it came out.
Alfred seemed to pick up on the childish term and whined, continuing to push his hips back and rub against the Russian's groin in retaliation. Could his speech be deciphered properly he would had told Ivan that if he were a child he probably wouldn't have a dildo shoved up his ass and he wouldn't be practically humping the bastard from behind.
"I told you to stop," Ivan growled firmly, giving the American another quick spank, this time harder. He pulled on Nantucket a little harder than was pleasurable, smirking when Alfred cried out in pain around the gag. "See what happens when you disobey~? If you did as I said I wouldn't punish you."
Alfred wasn't about to tell the Russian that after the initial pain faded the following ache actually felt rather nice. Alfred was coming to terms with the fact that he was a slight masochist, but it didn't mean he would admit it. Mostly because Ivan would probably stop if he did admit it. Or not. The sadistic bastard.
"Hmm..." Ivan hummed, pausing. He giggled at such an evil idea and quickly put it into action. "Alfred, I'm going to take everything off, and then I want you to go into the bathroom." As he said it he unclasped the gag and tossed it away, then reaching for the blindfold.
"Thank god, I was suffocating under that fucking thing..." Alfred grumbled, pulling his wrists up from where they were suspended in front of him over the bedpost and jangled the chains. "Can you take these off? It kinda hurts, they're really tight."
"If I can find the keys, then da, I will take them off," Ivan giggled. He was promptly smacked in the face for it.
"What the fuck, you don't have the keys! You put these things on me and you didn't have a way to get them off!" Alfred shouted, battering the Russian as best he could with his wrists still bound by the handcuffs. He whapped Ivan over the head as the Russian giggled. "You are such an asshole! Go get me a hacksaw or something to get these off, then I can kill you with it!"
"Alfred, there is an emergency release button," Ivan giggled, grabbing Alfred's wrists as they were about to come down on him again and pressed a small button at the bottom of the cuffs, letting it open slowly, then doing to same to the other wrist. "I told you."
"Shut up," Alfred grumbled, rubbing at his wrists. Even if the cuffs had only been on for a short while there was still a red line going around his wrists, sure to turn purple the next day and bruise over. He wiped his mouth of some of the drool that had escaped around the gag, sticking out his tongue when he found so much of it. He groaned as Ivan removed the toy that was still inside him, a little disappointed with the loss of contact.
"Into the bathroom, I have to adjust something." What the hell did that mean? Alfred decided he didn't want to know and just went into the bathroom, sitting up on the counter to wait for the Russian.
As Ivan came in, Alfred spread his legs eagerly, ready to have sex already, because the foreplay was really getting rather tedious. Unfortunately, Ivan just laughed at him and told him to turn around, which Alfred had a feeling meant there was going to be more foreplay. He really didn't think he was patient enough for that.
Alfred could see himself so clearly in the bathroom mirror that it almost scared him. He could see the sweat that slicked his chest and shoulders as he held himself up over the counter, the light blush that painted his cheeks and the hickey that Ivan had left on the side of his neck. He chewed on his bottom lip gently, gripping the bathroom counter so tight his knuckles turned white.
"Do you like seeing yourself when you're about to be fucked?" Ivan chuckled, one hand at the American's hip and the other moving up. He pressed two fingers against Alfred's lips, who slowly, hesitantly, opened his mouth and allowed the fingers entrance.
Ivan giggled as Alfred ran his tongue over the Russian's fingers, spreading saliva over them liberally. Ivan's eyebrows rose a little in mild surprise. "Are you sucking on my fingers?" He was given a moan in response. He smirked devilishly. "Well, I suppose you can't help it, being the little slut you are."
"Haa...fuck you!" Alfred groaned as he pulled back. He rocked his hips back against Ivan's groin. A thin string of saliva connected his lips to the Russian's fingers from where they hovered a few centimeters away from his lips. He reached his tongue out and licked the tips of Ivan's fingers, spreading the saliva even further.
"No, fuck you." The Russian chuckled darkly as he pulled his fingers back and promptly shoved one into the American's ass, loving how he yelped in surprise from the abrupt intrusion. He smirked when Alfred moaned and shut his eyes. "Look into the mirror. I want you to see what you look like because of me."
Hesitantly, Alfred opened his eyes, slowly. He saw the heated, red blush that was spread over his cheeks, and how his lips were parted just slightly, how his chest heaved for air in shallow, hurried breaths, and how his muscles spasmed every time Ivan thrust his finger inside him, brushing up against his sweet spot every other time.
"What do you think?" Ivan purred, pushing in a second finger eagerly to stretch the American. He licked his lips as he looked into the mirror, seeing the heated, sexy look on Alfred's face that made him so much harder than he thought he had ever been in his life. "What is it like to see the faces you make when you are fucking yourself on my fingers?"
"I don't know," Alfred breathed, giving a high pitched moan of pleasure as the Russian hit his sweet spot dead on. In the reflection of himself in the mirror he could see tears forming in the corners of his eyes, reflecting his sky blue eyes and glistening in the light above the mirror. "Ivan...please..." He rocked his hips back against the fingers pushing in and out of him, squirming under the sensation they brought.
"Please what~?"
"Please...fuck me." Alfred blushed as he looked into the mirror. He wanted so bad to close his eyes and shut out the view of himself blushing and moaning, lips shaped in an 'o' form as he gasped out Ivan's name. He didn't want to see himself submitting to someone else's every word, least of all Ivan's of all people. If someone had told him twenty years earlier that he would end up fucking Russia on a daily basis and like it, he would have had them committed.
Ivan giggled and withdrew his fingers. "Whatever you want~!" He gripped the American's hips and lined himself up with his entrance, pushing in easily and fluidly. He moaned quietly, watching Alfred's face in the mirror, how his eyes fluttered halfway closed and his mouth opened wide as he groaned in both discomfort and pleasure. "Ahh~ Ты так крепко, подсолнечник..." he breathed, placing his hands on the counter beside Alfred's as he leaned forward. He placed a few kisses on the back of the American's sweaty neck as he began moving, slow and shallow since the position didn't allow too much movement.
"Nnn...ahh!" Alfred gasped, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as the Russian began moving far too slow and gentle for him. He moaned when Ivan curled a finger around Nantucket and urged him to open his eyes and look into the mirror. He opened his eyes slowly, looking into the mirror to see himself. His eyes were dark with lust, a little drool had slipped down the corner of his mouth from his open mouth and a dark blush still painted his cheeks. His bangs were sticking to his forehead from the sweat, and his hair was still fairly damp from the shower, little stray drops of water trailing down his neck.
Alfred moaned as Ivan leaned back and pushed in deeper, brushing up against his sweet spot. He whined and wiggled his hips, trying to get the Russian to hit that one spot head on and make him feel that special electricity he always felt when it was thrust into. "I-Ivan..." he moaned, eyes fluttering closed as the Russian pulled out and pushed back in again, this time striking his sweet spot directly.
Giving a yelp as his hair was gripped and pulled back, pulling his head with it, Alfred's eyes shot open. "Don't close your eyes, подсолнечник. I want you to look into the mirror," Ivan purred, tightening his grip in the American's hair. The golden strands felt good slipping through his fingers. "I want you to see yourself as you cum because you are wrapped around my cock."
Alfred blushed, his breath hitching as Ivan tugged harder at his hair, his ahoge being pulled along for the ride. He let out loud, breathy moans as the Russian thrust into his sweet spot continuously, over and over and over, overriding his senses with pleasure. Despite how good he felt, he didn't want to look into the mirror. It made him feel too vulnerable for his tastes, too open. But even if he didn't want to, for some reason he just couldn't look away.
"Oh fuck," Alfred gasped, taking a sharp inhalation of air as Ivan took Nantucket into his mouth and tugging with his teeth. "F-faster...stupid fuckin' commie...mooooore!" As Ivan obliged to his wishes, he tugged one last time at Nantucket, striking the American's sweet spot. That was it for Alfred, that last bit of pleasure sent him careening over the edge and into the bliss of orgasm, shooting his load onto the edge of the counter. Housekeeping was gonna love cleaning that up, Alfred thought.
Ivan moaned quietly as Alfred's muscles spasmed and clenched around him, forcing him over the edge of completion as well. He let go of the American's ahoge and stuck out his tongue. "Your hair still does not taste very pleasant," he mumbled, placing his hands on the counter beside Alfred's to keep from collapsing on the ground.
"No one told you...to go and put it in your mouth..." Alfred panted, hanging his head against his chest. He felt like just leaning against the counter and putting his head into the bathroom sink to take a nap. "Hey, can we move...move onto the bed?"
"Of course," Ivan grunted, pulling out of the American and guiding him out of the bathroom. He joined Alfred as he collapsed on the bed and found his way under the covers. He suddenly got an idea. "Alfred, I want you to do something for me," he said, turning into his side and propping himself up on his elbow.
"Ugh, not for like, another thirty minutes, I need some time before I can get it up again..." Alfred groaned, waving the Russian's advances away.
"That is not what I mean. This is something I want you to do for me tomorrow, during the meeting," Ivan giggled. He leaned in and whispered a few things into the American's ear, grinning as Alfred began blushing from what he was asking from him.
"Wh-what! No! Just...just no! No way!"
Ivan chuckled and grabbed Alfred around the middle and pulled him close. "Please~? It will be fun! Isn't that what you like? The rush of being able to get caught?"
"Not if the entire world is going to catch us!" Alfred shouted as he pushed the Russian away. "Just no way! I'm not doing it!"
"Please, Alfred? We can do something you want after~" Ivan promised, nuzzling the American's hair. He blew cool air onto Nantucket, giggling when Alfred shivered in his arms. "It will be the same as when I handcuffed you before and told you you could do whatever you wanted to me! It is the same compromise."
"...Promise? You won't try to back out?" Alfred asked hesitantly, a pout painted on his lips. "Otherwise there's no way I'm doing it! I will only if you say promise."
"Of course. I promise." Ivan chuckled. "Now, take a nap, моя прекрасная подсолнечника. We will play again when you wake up. Would you like me to wake you up if you sleep passed lunch time?"
"Yeah, that'd be great." Alfred sighed, turning onto his back and going limp on his pillow. "If I'm out for more than two hours wake me up so we can have sex again. If I canceled the meeting for it today, might as well have as much of it as possible."
Ivan chuckled and muttered a quiet 'of course' before he got out of bed and moved over to tv, turning off the video camera he had set up before they had started having sex and put the camera into his luggage case so that he could upload the footage onto his computer when he got back home.
影ちゃん
"Verdammt, where is he...?" Germany growled, tapping his fingers on the table impatiently. There were quiet murmurs of question as to where America was. Everyone was present at the meeting except for the Superpower, and they couldn't just start without him. Germany had already sent out people to check America's room, and search the lobby and hotel bar for him, and so far nothing had turned up any results.
"Perhaps he has gone out to breakfast and gotten lost, da~?" Russia giggled, grinning almost maniacally at the thought. He had one gloved hand on America's head, fist tightened in his hair and playing with Nantucket casually. "Perhaps we should just start without him, da?"
Germany cleared his throat nervously, unnerved by Russia's smile. This wasn't his usual fake, childish smile, this was much more smug and self-satisfied. It was weird, and rather unnerving. "W-well, I suppose... At the worst, America will come in late. Shall we just start?" There were nods and comments of approval.
Russia grinned through all the presentations, all the talking and all the international news. He grinned when Canada glared at him for what he was doing to the American, knowing that the Canadian had seen what his brother was doing. He grinned when Finland had dropped his pencil and leaned down to get it, and saw what America was doing under the table, then leaned over to Sweden, blushing, and whispered to him what he saw. He grinned when Italy, who was sitting across from him, kicked something under the table when he was swinging his legs back and forth and looked underneath to see what it was and blushed at what he saw, then smiled at Russia and gave him an inconspicuous thumbs up.
Russia was having fun with the fact that people were noticing how America was giving him head under the table.
影ちゃん
Translation:
подсолнечник - sunflower
Ты так крепко, подсолнечник - You're so tight, sunflower
Shadow-chan's Final Thoughts/Rants: I WAS A TREE THIS WEEKEND. Me and three friends duct taped tree branches to ourselves on Saturday. And uh, we got English credit for it. It was for an English project. And it was amazing. I held the camera. We might post it on youtube but we're not totally sure about it yet, if we do I'll post a link either here or on my Tumblr. Purrrr and next chapter is my favorite of all chapters in this entire story. Hurrhurr. Oh, and also I now take requests for this story. Most kinks I've already done, so just send me a review or a PM and I'll tell you if I can work it in or what chapter I've already written it in. Thank you very much.
Sneak Peek: Spies Like Us...fuck each other a lot.
Meow, Shadow loves reviews, they make her all fuzzy and happy inside! Reviews are the best boost of confidence for her and she noms on them all day (souls too) :3 Next chapter in three days if I get ten reviews. Thanks for reading. *bow*
PS: I've been trying to figure out my superhero name, and since I'm the superhero of porn it needs to be porn or sex related. It can't be Orgasmo sadly because that's taken xD Wish it wasn't, though, that's an awesome superhero name. Anyway, ideas are appreciated! Either by reviews or PM that's fine. ...Or maybe I should be a supervillain instead...