School/College prep has left me completely stressed as of lately. I'm hoping that maybe things will lighten up in the next few days. I put my current RP on hold until this Thursday so I can sort stuff out. Hopefully by then my load of work/stress will have been lightened. On a brighter note, I made a 93 on my Anatomy test today. We had to name 75 bones of the skeletal system. Take that ridiculously-long-names-for-bones! You can kiss my coccyx on the anterior inferior side! (Hurr, Anatomy humor~)
Sorry for the small hiatus, Usagi323. I promise I'll come back in tip-top shape this Thursday! :D
Warning: Smut. Blood play.
They left the flat and in no time were out into the midst of the city. As promised Ivan stopped by the ice-cream parlor and bought a towering cone of different flavors of ice-cream for Alfred. He was a little amazed at how fast Alfred gulped the entire thing down, though it did result in a painful brainfreeze for the other and caused Ivan to almost fall out of his seat laughing at it. From there, they walked around for a small bit before coming across a movie rental store. As they browsed through some movie titles, mostly French ones, Ivan asked Alfred over the top of the shelf. "What kind of movie do you want to watch tonight?" Ivan had briefly picked up something about scary movies and nightmares over Alfred's phone call but had made nothing much of it at the time.
Alfred rubbed his chin as he looked up in thought. "Y'know, I really haven't watched a horror movie in a while. Artie refuses to watch them with me anymore and I sure as hell won't watch them with Francis." The pervert would probably molest the American in his state of...um, heroic tension. 'Cause he wasn't scared, nope, horror movies didn't scare him at all. Making a bee line toward the horror section, Ivan tailing behind him at a leisurely pace, he looked over his shoulder at the Russian and asked, "Are you cool with horror, or did you wanna watch something else?"
"Horror is perfectly fine with me." To be honest, Ivan found the horror genre very stale. Especially the ones that portrayed vampires. As if the Twilight books were a pain, he'd also been forced to watch the movie adaption. Ivan thought he'd never face-palmed more in one night in his entire existence. Some people just had no clue how it really worked…Walking back to the counter with Alfred, they checked out the movie and paid the cashier the money for it. Walking outside, Ivan saw that it was already almost dark. There was barely any light left from the sun, and the streets were empty of its usual crowd, the cold weather having kept everyone inside. A shower of snow had begun drizzling down from the sky, bathing the city in a soft blanket of white. Turning to Alfred, Ivan smiled. "Do you want to take the express or walk?" By the 'express', Ivan meant himself of course.
"We're totally walking dude. Tonight's too pretty not to walk!" As much as Alfred disliked the cold, he'd always loved snow. Despite being a nineteen year old college student he wasn't afraid to admit that he loved playing in the snow still; making snow men, sledding, snowball fights, the whole shebang. Maybe if it sticks tomorrow, he can convince the Russian to play with him in the snow? The thought made Alfred smile like a giddy kid. Wrapping his arm around Ivan's waist, he snuggled into the Russian in a vain attempt to warm himself more. Like he said, he hated the cold though it did give him and excuse to cuddle close while they walked back to Ivan's flat and admired the snow. "Hey Vanya, what's your favorite thing about winter? Or if ya don't like winter period, what makes it even a little tolerable?" He asked looking up at Ivan with curious blue eyes.
"I don't really like winter…or snow…" Ivan admitted glumly. Not so many good memories of the winter for him. "But I suppose I do like it whenever it's a bright night out, and the ground is covered in snow. The way the light from the moon reflects off of the snow is beautiful; it's like a sea of thousands of glowing crystals. I also love the way the air smells, too. It's very crisp and fresh and has that unique scent of snow to it. And nights whenever it's a blizzard outside, I like to stay in my bedroom under the covers and watch it through the window. It's a very comforting feeling, I suppose. Do you understand what I mean by that?" Okay, so there were some things Ivan could appreciate about winter…times were much easier now, but back then, winter was a force of evil to be reckoned with.
Alfred's smile softened as he looked straight ahead after hearing Ivan's response. "Hmm, yeah I feel ya. Not one for winter either. When I was younger, I hated getting up for school and leaving my nice and warm bed. Gah, I'm a real cold baby." Alfred laughed a bit as he admitted this. "But I've always loved the snow. It's fun to play in and it's beautiful and snowy nights are super romantic. But I'd say my favorite part about winter is bundling up in blankets inside, drinking hot chocolate with a fire goin' and watching old Christmas specials or cartoons in my PJ's. Me...me and my old boyfriend used to do that and cuddle ...It was nice though, y'know?" Alfred's eyes saddened a bit at the bittersweet memory, before he shook his head. That was done and dead in the past. He had Ivan now and was madly in love with him. Smiling sheepishly up at the Russian, he scratched his cheek with his free hand, "Kinda dorky of me, huh?
"Not at all. Actually, I understand you perfectly." Ivan felt a twinge of jealousy at the mention of Alfred's old boyfriend, but ignored it. Instead, he wanted to focus on making Alfred happy right now instead of rehashing old, bad memories. "Whenever we arrive home, I can make you some hot chocolate. And I mean the genuine type of hot chocolate, not the one with the cheap powder mix. I also have some marshmallows, if you like those as well." Ivan has some Ferrero Roche chocolate that he'd been meaning to put to use for a while now. It wasn't as romantic as his original intentions for it had been – don't ask – but it was good enough. "I can fetch a puffy comforter from the storage closet if you'd like, too. You can wrap yourself up in that while we watch the movie." Judging by the way the snow was beginning to fall now, it would probably turn into a winter wonderland within an hour or two. It was pretty close to the description Alfred had given him, minus the Christmas specials and the fireplace.
Alfred smiled up at Ivan like an excited child, blue eyes sparkling in mirth and hope. "Really?" When Alfred saw Ivan look at him from the corner of his nodding with a soft smile, Alfred practically let out a squeal. A manly squeal to end all manly squeals, wrapping his other arm around Ivan's waist to interlock with his hand he stopped the both of them. Leaning up he planted a big kiss on the Russians cheek and grinned at the Russian, declaring. "Oh my god, Vanya! You're the best!" He released the Russian and began pulling him by the hand impatiently. Their earlier walk was forgotten as he wanted to get to Ivan's flat fast and cuddle up to the Russian in a warm comforter and hot chocolate as they watched the horror movie. Hey, maybe with all that Alfred wouldn't freak out as much.
Once again surprised at Alfred's strange strength, Ivan let himself be pulled along all the way back to his flat. Alfred literally rushed into his home, not allowing them to stop for even a breath. Whenever they arrived, Alfred had found himself winded and all but collapsed on Ivan's couch. While Alfred was busy trying to catch his breath, Ivan was barely affected by the physical activity, his body much too used to rigorous movement like that. Flicking on the living room lamp and then heading to the kitchen, Ivan pulled out a mug. He filled a small sauce pot with some milk and set it on the stove to let it boil. Going back to his cabinets, he fetched a pack of Ferrero Roche chocolate and began unboxing it. Dropping a few spheres of rich chocolate into the mug, he went back to the stove a couple of minutes later to find that his milk was steaming and boiling hot. From inside the living room, Ivan could hear some shuffling and could only assume that Alfred was trying to either locate his DVD player or figure out how it works. Laughing a bit to himself, Ivan turned the stove top off and carried the pot of boiling chocolate over to the mug. Careful not to burn himself, knowing that if he did it wouldn't hurt as much as it should have, he poured the boiling milk into the heat resistant mug and allowed the chocolate to melt into the liquid. Going back to the cabinet to retrieve the marshmallows – he'd almost forgotten them – he sprinkled a couple of the puffy white sugar puffs into the hot chocolate and watched as the bottom half of them melted almost instantly. Deeming his work acceptable, Ivan turned off the kitchen light and headed into the living room. Luckily, Alfred had gotten the DVD player working and had their horror movie on the title screen with some ominous music playing. The look of terror that was already building in Alfred's eyes was enough to let Ivan know that this movie was going to be interesting.
He sat Alfred's mug down, and went off to the storage closet to retrieve a spare comforter, stroking the top of Alfred's hair as he went. Returning back into the living room, Ivan flicked the lamp off, bathing the room in the creepy bluish glow of the DVD's title screen. He draped the puffy white comforter around Alfred before taking a seat on the couch and pulling the blonde again him. Alfred sipped at his hot chocolate, the DVD player's remote sitting on his lap. Snatching it from Alfred, Ivan pressed the play button and looked over at the blonde. "Is everything the way you want it?"
Alfred cuddled into Ivan's side happily. He nearly burnt his tongue off with his first sip of hot chocolate, but it was totally worth it. It was absolutely delicious. Feeling warm and happy with chocolaty goodness in a cup and a nice big Russian to cuddle with, Alfred could only think of one thing that would make this moment better. Smiling up coyly at the Russian, he spoke. "For the most part there's just one thing missing~" He pointed to his lips and made a kissy face, hoping Ivan would get the message that he wanted a kiss.
Only too happy to oblige to Alfred's wants, Ivan inclined his head, tilting it just ever so slightly, and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the blonde. It was just a simple kiss, with a stroke or two of the tongue, but nothing to get all hot and flustered about. That could come later, whenever they were possibly done with the movie and were in the mood for something more. Ivan drew back with a sigh, letting his cool, icy-sweet smelling breath fan across Alfred's face. He turned his attention to the TV as the beginning credits of the movie were being shown. Feeling arms wrap around his left one, Ivan settled back into the couch and let himself be cuddled by Alfred. So far, the movie seemed relatively innocent, though time would tell whether or not that was true.
Nope, Alfred was an over optimistic fool for believing he wouldn't be freaking out because of the magic of hot chocolate, comforters, and cuddles. Not even they could have prevented the inevitable horror that filled Alfred up as he watched a woman in the movie have her soul violently devoured by a ghost who looked like a deranged little girl. Throughout the whole movie, Alfred had been steadily hiding farther and farther into the Russian's arm, he terror growing as the movie progressed.
Now Alfred was currently hiding under the comforter Ivan had gotten him, the hot chocolate mug discarded on the other side of the couch (luckily Alfred had finished his drink by the time he'd flung it to the side by accident when he jumped at one scene), trembling on the Russian's lap and burying his face in the crook of Ivan's neck, periodically peeking back at the TV only to yelp and rebury his face in the Russian's neck. The room was filled with the sounds of the movie and Alfred chanting "FucknofucknoDON'TGOINTHERE." as well as a slew of other curse words, yelps and the periodic whimpers whenever something happened. The American was so caught up in his fear that he didn't even realize that the Russian he was currently using as a giant teddy bear for protection and comfort was being unusually silent, only periodically petting Alfred's wheat colored hair in a soothing way and cooing soft shhh's.
Ivan managed to keep himself from smiling at Alfred's apparent fear. Instead, he kept his face relaxed into a neutral expression, not at all deterred by the movie or it's over-the-top gore and graphics. Instead, he focused on petting's Alfred's hair, stroking his cheek lovingly, and letting himself be squeezed and cuddled whenever the blonde felt like cowering into him. The movie progressed quickly since the action had picked up, and one by one all the characters began dying off, starting with the slutty blonde woman, to the pot-head delinquent, then the "badass" anti-hero, and finally all the way down to the main protagonist and his love interest, which was unsurprisingly a girl. As with most horror movies in the modern era, it ended with a "surprise" ending, where both characters were killed in a last second pop-up scare. Alfred nearly jumped off the couch, and actually managed to flip it halfway off its front feet. Ivan leaned forward quickly, resting his weight down and keeping the blonde from doing so. The room went pitch black as the credits started rolling in an eerie red text. Alfred was shaking like a leaf against Ivan's arm, his fingers digging into the vampire's clothing and skin tightly. Running a soothing hand through Alfred's hair, Ivan cooed to the blonde, trying to hush his whimpers of fear. "Shh, it was only a movie. Nothing like that exists, and you know it." Well…maybe not the best choice of words. Ivan was a vampire and technically they shouldn't exist. The Russian vampire decided he should try something different. "I'm here Fredka, shhh. I won't let anything hurt you. They'll have to go through me first, and I'm not exactly easy to kill." Ivan wrapped his arms around Alfred, rocking back and forth slightly as the other slowly began to calm a little. Alfred was still thoroughly freaked out though and it would take a lot of coaxing to talk the blonde down from his panicky state.
Alfred felt himself calm immensely as Ivan's thick and strong arms wrapped around him gently, but securely. He rocked the both of them back and forth slightly. After a couple minutes of Ivan holding and stroking Alfred comfortingly, Alfred's breathing returned to a relatively normal rate and he had stopped trembling. He was still, however, very tense and would look around look around the room in paranoia. At Ivan's words of comfort, Alfred breathed a sigh of relief, but scowled and glared up pitifully at Ivan with moist blue eyes. "I-I don't need protecting, I'm the hero! I am just, um...comforting you, 'cause that movie was scary!" Alfred really appreciated Ivan's words and actions despite his own weak protest, but he still had a reputation and his pride to uphold. He wiggled out Ivan's hold to the Russian's surprise and amusement. Alfred tried to put on a confident grin despite how he was clutching the comforter that Ivan gave him around him like his life depended on it. Alfred's voice trembled at the beginning of his suggestion, "L-Let's just get going to bed big guy." Bending over to retrieve the remote that had been safely placed on the coffee table in front of the couch, he clicked off the movie as Ivan just shook his head at Alfred's antics. Once the room was bathed in darkness, in some very bad timing the ice maker in Ivan's fridge decided to turn on, making a loud grinding sound that filled the kitchen and traveled to the living room. The sudden loud noise caused Alfred to yelp once again and launch himself at Ivan who, not expecting the other blonde's weight to crash into him, fell over onto the couch. Both of their momentums thus sent the couch toppling backwards, with both blondes falling on top of each other.
"Alfred…" Ivan chastised lightly, his arms wrapping around Alfred despite the ordeal. Deciding to forgo the verbal punishment this time, Ivan merely released on of his arms from around Alfred's waist and grabbed his chin. He directed the other's mouth down to his, sealing their lips in a moist, soft kiss. Ivan ran his tongue over Alfred's lips, wetting them and both tasting at the same time. The blonde's lips parted and a warm, sweet breath fanned over Ivan's own lips. Ivan connected the lips again in an open mouthed kiss, his tongue running slowly over Alfred's and teasing the other into action. The platinum haired vampire felt his tongue being sucked greedily into Alfred's mouth, soft and warm lips conforming against his and moving in perfect sync.
They way Alfred had fallen had him lying between Ivan's legs, so the Russian could feel the blonde's hips against his and the way they moved against him, creating a pleasant type of friction between their clothed members. Letting his hands slide down Alfred's clothed back, Ivan only stopped whenever they slid over the globes of Alfred's ass. He gave it a tight squeeze and pressed the American down into him. A loud moan resonated from Alfred, a bit muffled by their conjoined lips. Alfred really did have an amazing behind, if Ivan could say so himself. He felt the strong urge to smack it, just to see how the other would react. He refrained from doing so though, knowing that the clothing would only hinder the full effect of the slap.
Alfred moaned into Ivan's mouth as the Russian's large hands gave his ass a delightful squeeze as he pressed the American closer. The sweet friction between their now grinding hips on his member and the teasing tongue in his mouth all but drove his previous fear out the window, his terror slowly being replaced by arousal. As Alfred pulled his lips away from the kiss to catch his breath, he looked down at Ivan in slight confusion, though his cheeks were flushed a slight pink from their little make out session. "I-Ivan?" He asked as he tried to see Ivan's face clearly in the dark. His glasses were askew on his nose from their fall and make out session. Alfred was confused as to what prompted this seemingly random make out session from Ivan, not that he was complaining, but usually people got annoyed with his masochistic tendencies with horror movies. They didn't want to molest him, unless that person was Francis.
Detecting the confusion in Alfred's voice, Ivan merely chucked and framed the others face with his hands. He straightened out Alfred's glasses so that he could see better. "You were so cute during the movie that I couldn't help myself. After all, you were literally throwing yourself on to me. How could I not want to touch you afterwards~?" As if to punctuate his meaning, Ivan gave a sharp buck upwards, jostling Alfred and making him moan heavily. Bringing the blonde down for another sweet kiss, Ivan whispered against his lips afterwards. "Do you want to move this to the bedroom…?"
Alfred decided not to argue over the cute moment right now. Instead, he enjoyed the soft kiss Ivan gave him. Feeling a shiver going down his spine at the cool breath on his moist lips as Ivan whispered against them, Alfred mumbled back with a blush. "Yeah, sure." This was better than cowering against Ivan as he tried to fall asleep like he originally intended to do. Ivan smirked against his lips before giving his bottom lip a quick nibble. Ivan sat up and hooked his hands together under Alfred's bum, lifting him up as he swiftly stood up again. Ivan's fast actions caused him to yelp as he wrapped his legs around the Russian's waist and encircled Ivan's neck with his arms to steady himself as he held Alfred up with arms under his bottom. Alfred was about to protest the vampires actions, but was halted when Ivan pressed an open mouth kiss to his mouth. Alfred moaned as Ivan thoroughly and hungrily ran his tongue over every inch of his wet cavern. Alfred responded by tightening his legs around Ivan's waist and intertwining his tongue with Ivan' as the Russian walked towards his bedroom.
Placing Alfred down gently on the bed, Ivan crawled slowly in between his legs. He skimmed his way back up to Alfred's mouth before claiming it in a wet kiss. He sucked the blonde's bottom lip into his mouth – always one of his favorite things to do while kissing Alfred – and sucked on it gently, reveling in the taste of Alfred. Releasing Alfred's bottom lip, he felt the smaller man pull him back into another crushing kiss, lips pressing tightly against his and tongue flooding into his mouth. Humming into the kiss, Ivan allowed his hands to trail down Alfred's body, eliciting shivers as he went. He opened his violet eyes and turned his head slightly towards the window as Alfred refocused his lips on Ivan's jawline. As predicted, it was a howling blizzard outside, the city and the surrounding landscape bathed in sparkling white.
Ivan continued snaking his hand down Alfred's body, palming the blonde's clothed cock and causing Alfred to moan lustfully. His fingers played teasingly with the hem of Alfred's clothing, threatening to dive under at any moment. Sending Alfred a half-lidded gaze, Ivan asked in a low voice. "What would you like me to do, Fredka?"
Alfred moaned at the teasing fingers brushing just under the edge of his clothing. At Ivan's question, he felt himself hesitate. He didn't know how to describe it, he just wanted more. The idea of their usual ways of getting off didn't feel like enough anymore. He wanted Ivan to make love to him, to fuck him. Alfred felt his heart speed up. Was he really sure? Did he really want this now? Hesitantly he looked back into Ivan's half lidded eyes and shuddered. Yes, yes he wanted this now. Alfred took a deep calming breath, his heart still drumming loudly in his chest in both want and nervousness. Alfred leaned up to place a hard kiss on Ivan's lips, his arms trailing from the Russian's scarfed neck to clench at his jacket. Pulling back from the kiss, he withdrew the tongue that had been tracing Ivan's smooth lips. He smiled up shakily at the Russian and said with a sure voice despite his nervous smile, "Take me, I want you to take me tonight."
Ivan smiled slowly at the request. He brought Alfred's hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles softly before sinking down lower on the blonde. "Your wish is my command." He dug his fingers under the material of Alfred's pants and began tugging them off. Once they were shed and on the floor, he spread the blonde's legs with his hands and stroked Alfred's inner thigh. Alfred shivered under Ivan's cool touch, little goosebumps popping up on his skin. Inclining his head a bit, Ivan kissed the inside of Alfred's thigh, his cool and smooth lips pleasant against the American's feverish skin. Ivan licked the spot where he kissed, wetting and moistening the skin up for what was about to come. Sending Alfred a fanged smile, he lowered his head back to the blonde's inner thigh and bit down gently. His fangs sank through Alfred's skin easily, like a hot knife cutting through butter. Alfred jerked a little bit, unused to being bitten in such a low, sensitive place. Sucking on the bite wound, Ivan drew Alfred's sweet, thick, and creamy blood into his mouth. Humming contently at the always delicious taste of Alfred, Ivan allowed himself to drink slowly and relish in the flavor of the blood. God, Alfred was just always so…so warm, and sweet, and fragrant, and god…he was amazing.
Alfred threw his head back onto the bed under him. Letting out a low and drawn out moan at the pleasurable sucking sensation on his thigh, Alfred gripped the sheets in one hand and used the other to comb through Ivan's hair and tug gently. Alfred moaned a breathier moan this time as he mumbled, "I-Ivan". Hoisting himself up on the arm that was currently gripping the sheets, he peered at the ashen blonde man in between his legs. Just then Ivan retracted his fangs and ran his smooth and cool tongue over the open wound, collecting the extra beads of blood that threatened to dribble down Alfred's tanned thigh. Aroused sapphire eyes met cool but hungry amethyst eyes as Ivan gave him another fanged smile, his pearly white fangs tinted red with Alfred's blood. Alfred shivered, because under the moonlight with his platinum hair, it looked almost silver as the fringe of his bangs barely hide his eyes. Ivan never looked so dangerously beautiful, like a predator. And Alfred was loving it. Alfred tangled his other hand in Ivan's locks and brought the Russian back up to his lips, tasting his own blood as he swept his tongue around every crevice of Ivan's mouth. As they shared this bloody kiss Ivan, wrapped an arm around Alfred's waist and tangled his other hand into wheat colored locks as he raised them into a sitting position, Ivan sitting on his knees while Alfred was straddling his lap. Ivan trailed the hand that was intertwined in Alfred's hair down his neck and spine, causing Alfred to shiver. Cupping one of Alfred's lower cheeks in his hand, he gave it a firm squeeze again. Alfred let out a low moan, not suppressing the urge this time. Ivan lifted his hand and gave Alfred's bottom a heavy swat. Alfred cried out at the sudden strike, but moaned as his cocked twitched. He flushed in slight embarrassment at the reveal of this particular kink of his.
"Ooh, Fredka likes a little bit of pain~?" Ivan purred seductively. He licked his blood tainted lips and then leaned forward and licked the remainder of the blood off of Alfred's. Letting his violet eyes cloud with magic, Ivan caught Alfred in his stare, letting the magic seep into him and arouse his body. It only took a few seconds and then Alfred was panting slightly, trying to squeeze his legs together to try and alleviate the sudden pressure on his cock. Ivan smiled sweetly, raising the blonde up a bit and helping him slide off his boxers. Alfred's semi-hard cock sprang free from underneath the clothing, the head already wet with precum. Ivan leaned forward and gave it a teasing lick, making Alfred shiver and moan. Drawing back, Ivan once again licked his lips. "Mmm, let's drag this out. This is supposed to be special, after all." Ivan left Alfred's throbbing cock alone for the moment and opted to focus his lips elsewhere. He began leading a trail of kisses up Alfred's stomach, pushing the American's cotton shirt up as he went. A perked nipple came into Ivan's view and he quickly took it into his mouth and began sucking. He teased it with his tongue, working the small piece of skin into a tight and sensitive bud between his lips. Alfred whimpered, shuddering delightfully under Ivan's touch. Drawing away from the dusky nipple, Ivan whispered against his chest. "I'm going to fuck you good and hard Fredka, so don't become too impatient. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be half conscious and unable to speak a single word. And you will love it, I promise."
Alfred let out a low whine of need at Ivan's words. Looking at the Russian with lust-darkened blue eyes, he snorted at Ivan's fully clothed state. "W-Well before ya can do that, you need to strip too, dont'cha?" Alfred groaned back as Ivan began teasing his other nipple with his mouth, tongue and lips working his nub into hardness to match the other. Alfred let out a breathy moan at the sensation, combined with the pleasant warmth coursing through his veins again thanks to Ivan's magic. That heat promptly traveled south as the sunshine blonde gasped in pleasure when Ivan lightly bit Alfred's nipple. Tugging a bit harder on Ivan's soft hair, he moaned out, "I-Ivan~" The kisses trailed up his neck with hard nips thrown in. Alfred could already tell he'd arrive to class the next morning limping and probably with various bite marks littering his body. Though this only caused Alfred to moan some more.
Ivan chuckled at Alfred's statement, deciding it to be true. He quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing an expanse of pale, almost milk white skin. He shed himself all the way down to his boxers, deciding to leave those on until the last minute. Resuming his spree of kisses along Alfred's body, Ivan picked it up at Alfred's chest and begin slowly moving up. He stopped just over the junction where his neck and shoulder met, eyeing it with unconcealed hunger. "Alfred..." He breathed out, baring his fangs once more and plunging them in. He didn't leave them embedded in Alfred's skin, instead choosing to pull them out and watch as a line of blood dribbled down the blonde's chest. Ivan caught the descending bead of blood at Alfred's stomach and slowly licked up, collecting all the crimson, wine-like liquid on his tongue. "Yesss, so sweet~" Ivan whispered hungrily. He caught Alfred in a quick kiss, tongues brushing briefly before pulling away with a smirk. Ivan nipped at Alfred's lip as he had done so many times before, causing a small bead of blood to form. He sucked it off with a moan, feeling the blonde moan shakily and his sweet breath fan across Ivan's face.
Alfred moaned at the cool tongue running over his chest, collecting his warm, small rivulets of blood. His mouth parted, allowing their tongues to brush as Ivan gave him a quick kiss, Alfred briefly tasting his own blood again and causing him to shiver in slight arousal. He'd never pegged himself as one for blood play. Guess you do learn something new every day. Alfred let another breathy moan pass past his lips as Ivan bit and sucked at the bottom one once again, collecting beads of blood. Pulling at Ivan's soft tresses again, he pulled the vampire away from his lip, a saliva strand tinted a slight reddish-pink from blood connecting their moist and puffy lips. Alfred's mouth now moved in on the Russian's unscarfed neck, Ivan having taken off the scarf along with his shirt. He gave one spot on Ivan's neck where his scarf didn't always cover well an open mouthed kiss, licking and wetting the spot before biting down hard to leave an indentation of his teeth, then sucking on the spot for a few seconds and coming off with a pop. Alfred looked up from the very impressive hickey he made and smiled coyly at his Russian lover, eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's only fair that I get to leave a mark, too." He purred sweetly.
Ivan moaned breathily at Alfred's sucking, feeling his cock twitch as the blonde sucked hungrily on his neck and bit down rather hard. He knew Alfred didn't have the guts to break the skin, but he came very close, his human canines leaving deep indentation marks. He wondered what it would be like to have Alfred feed on him…a vision of pale skin, even brighter blonde hair, and lightened blue eyes came into Ivan's mind. He quickly caught his train of thought, and pushed it away, deeming it not appropriate for the current situation. "Da," Ivan found himself agreeing with Alfred's words. "But I believe my marks will stick around much, much longer." And they would be a lot more numerous, if things continued the way they did. Deciding that he'd made Alfred wait long enough, Ivan pressed Alfred back onto the bed and reached over to the bedside drawer. He fetched the bottle of lube they'd only used for fingering up until now. Ivan's fingers may have been much larger than Alfred's, but they didn't come close to his cock. It'd be a tight fit, considering three fingers was usually Alfred's limit…
Giving Alfred's aching cock a few strokes to relieve some of the pressure, Ivan uncapped the lid with his other hand, using his thumb to pop the lid off. He drew back the hand stroking Alfred and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto it, working the lubricant between his cool fingers and warming it up as best as he could. Pressing his fingers to Alfred's bottom, he sought out the blonde's puckered hole and pressed a single digit in. Alfred lips parted slightly in a silent breath, but that was mostly it for a reaction. It was still erotic to watch though, seeing how Alfred's eyes clouded over in lust and want and his body relaxed against the intruding finger. Ivan prodded around, searching for Alfred's sweet spot. He felt the slightly pulsing gland and pressed up against it, drawing a quick and instantaneous moan out of Alfred. Smirking at how quick he found his sweet spot, Ivan continued to work his finger in and out of Alfred, brushing the tip of it against his prostate and eliciting moans from the American. Nudging a second finger in, Ivan scissored his fingers, corkscrewing them into Alfred and teasing the ring of muscle at his entrance. Ivan had seen from watching Alfred's face that he loved the moment whenever something first entered him. So the Russian purposely withdrew his fingers, only to plunge them back into the blonde immediately after.
Alfred let out a half whine as he felt Ivan's thick fingers leave, making him feel empty for all of a couple seconds. His whine though was cut off as he cried out in pleasure, eyes wide as he arched off the bed slightly at the feeling of Ivan's fingers suddenly filling him up again and hitting his prostate. "M-More!" Alfred moaned out as he felt the two fingers pump in and out of him at a restless pace, once again scissoring and stretching Alfred's tight walls. Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan's back, short nails lightly biting into Ivan's pale skin and forming shallow half-moon indention's. He felt Ivan give him a soft kiss on his lips, tongue peeking out to trace Alfred's bottom lip as he slowly inserted a third finger past his ring of muscles. Alfred grunted in slight discomfort as the calloused finger stretched his hole more, but Alfred soon got used to it and even started pushing back against it until Ivan's fingers were buried to the knuckles in him and brushing against his sweet spot. Alfred let out a low moan and let his eyes go half lidded.
Curling his fingers slightly, Ivan was rewarded with Alfred jolting a bit and then arching off the bed. A loud moan filled the room as the Russian merciless teased and toyed with Alfred's sweet spot. Smirking and then licking his lips at the sight, Ivan withdrew his fingers, causing Alfred to whimper in protest. Shedding his boxers, Ivan freed his semi-hard cock and stood on his knees in front of Alfred. Ivan watched Alfred leaned forward, as if knowing what he was about to suggest, and took the head of his cock into his mouth. Moaning instantly at the contact of Alfred's lips around his growing member, Ivan lolled his head back, focusing on the feel of Alfred's mouth on him. He ran a pale hand through Alfred's golden hair, urging him forward. "Nngh, fuck… Your mouth is so amazing…" Ivan all but growled, though his voice didn't hold any true malice to it, just rough, unconcealed lust. He felt the velvety heat of Alfred's mouth go down further, taking in more of his as the underside of his cock was teased by Alfred's mouth. "Mmm, good boy…such a good boy." Ivan purred sweetly.
Alfred glared up at Ivan in slight annoyance, smacking Ivan's hip lightly in protest to being talked to like a puppy. Ivan who had chuckled at Alfred's response, was cut off from his laughter by a sharp intake of breath before a low moan soon accompanied it. Alfred smiled victoriously as best he could around the Russian's girth, having slowly licked up a sensitive vein with his tongue as he took as much as he could of Ivan's cock. Alfred continued listening to Ivan's moans of pleasure as he bobbed up and down, sucking hard on Ivan's member. Every few bobs or so, he'd pull off Ivan to swirl his tongue around and tease the sensitive tip, periodically slipping the tip of his tongue into the slit. He'd kiss and lightly suck up Ivan's growing length, licking up from the base to the tip before taking him in again. After several minutes of the continuous patter, Ivan tugged at Alfred's hair, moaning and occasionally whining lowly in his throat at the pleasure. As Alfred felt pre cum bead at the tip of Ivan's cock as he bobbed up and down, he slowly drew back up and swirled his tongue around the tip again, collecting the little beads. Pulling off with a soft pop, he peered up at Ivan with a smug little smirk at the panting and half lidded vampire. Licking his lip, he asked, "You want me to continue or do you wanna fuck me now?"
Alfred would be lying to say that while he was sucking Ivan off, he was reminded of how...big the Russian was. His length and girth were definitely both above average and quite possibly the biggest he's ever seen...outside of porn movies of course. It made Alfred feel a bit apprehensive about if Ivan would be able to fit, but he trusted Ivan to stop if he saw that it was hurting him too much. Besides, Alfred himself was no wimp and while he was nervous he also felt a tingle of excitement run down his spine.
"Now." Ivan growled more feral this time. He pressed Alfred back and lifted the blonde's hips slightly he could access Alfred better. Grabbing his now engorged cock, Ivan pressed the head against Alfred's still slightly stretched hole, watching as the head struggled to slip in. He heard a quick intake of breath from Alfred, the blonde having become slightly uncomfortable at the penetration. He managed to get the head in, but then heard a choked whimper sound from Alfred. Turning his gaze to slightly watery blue eyes, Ivan stopped his movement and sent Alfred an apologetic look. "Do you want to stop? We don't have to do this right now."
Alfred took a few shuddering breathes to calm himself. His walls had tightened a bit against Ivan, not being used to penetration from such a large object. Until now, he'd only felt his own fingers and Ivan's slightly thicker fingers up there. After Alfred's blue eyes stopped watering from the discomfort and pain at Ivan's forceful entry past his tight ring of muscle, Alfred shakily replied. "N-No, I want this. Just go slower until I'm used to it, kay? You're kinda big and well, this is sorta my first time. So yeah..." Alfred laughed a bit, trying to laugh about it and ease his discomfort. He did want to continue, he just needed Ivan to go a bit slower and be a bit gentler until he was more used to being penetrated and his hole stretch enough to accommodate the larger Russian's length.
Ivan hadn't realized that he'd all but forced himself into Alfred. Feeling mix of embarrassment and guilt at his apparent impatience, Ivan merely nodded as his response. He gave Alfred a few seconds to take a deep breath and exhale before continuing on. Much more gently this time and slower, Ivan pressed himself into the blonde as much as he could. Alfred's body resisted against the large scale penetration, threatening to expel Ivan's cock from him at any moment. He was tight…really fucking tight, actually. Definitely virgin ass. Ivan loved it. He managed to press in about halfway before stopping to let Alfred adjust some more. The said blonde was panting a little, eyes half lidded and hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. Ivan had trouble holding back the impulse to just throw caution to the wind and ram himself into Alfred, but he refrained from doing so. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have hesitated to act upon impulse, but with Alfred, it was much, much more different. Breathing heavy from the pleasure the tightness around his cock was causing, Ivan began pushing in a little more once he thought he'd given Alfred enough time. He heard a whimper come from the blonde, though it wasn't one of pain. It wasn't exactly one of pleasure either. It was more like Alfred reacting to the fact that he felt full and much warmer in a place where he regularly shouldn't. "Are you okay?" Ivan asked, leaning forward so he could stroke Alfred's cheek with the back of his hand.
The burning ache of the initial penetration was slowly fading as his muscles became used to the stretching. Now it wasn't so much as painful as it was ...odd. He was starting to feel incredibly full, which was neither pleasant nor unpleasant feeling. Wrapping his arms around Ivan's neck, he lightly nuzzled into the hand gently caressing his cheek. He gave Ivan an encouraging smile and said, "Yeah, it doesn't hurt as much now. Just feels a bit odd being stretched out so much. You can keep going, I think."
Giving Alfred a small kiss on the cheek, Ivan finished sinking himself into Alfred until all he could see was the base of his cock. It felt wonderful to be bathed in so much warm tightness. God, Alfred's walls were hugging him in all the right ways. He could feel the twitch of his cock against Alfred's tightness, the hot, burning heat engulfing him in an inferno. Ivan shivered, unable to suppress his reaction. Pulling out a little, he thrust back in gently and slowly, testing to see if friction was a problem. After a few small, short thrusts, Ivan began to build up his tempo, drawing more of himself out and then thrusting all the way back into Alfred. Alfred's pants slowly escalated into small moans. Ivan watched as the force of his thrusts jostled Alfred into the bed, his blonde head bobbing slightly as Ivan pivoted his hips back and forth.
Alfred moaned lowly as heat began to build in him again. Now used to the Ivan's massive girth in him, he could enjoy the feeling of his inner muscles stretching to accommodate Ivan's member and the feeling of being filled up. Ivan continued the slowly building tempo he'd set when suddenly he finally hit Alfred sweet spot. Alfred arched a bit off the bed and moaned loudly as an electric pulse of pleasure coursed down his spine. With a gasp, the arms wrapped around Ivan's neck slid down to claw lightly at his back. Wrapping his leg around Ivan's waist, he hooked his legs around his back. "A-Ah, there Ivan! Hit there again!" As Ivan sped up his thrusts a bit, aiming for Alfred's prostate again, Alfred let out long wanton moans and groans at the pleasure coursing through him once more. His short nails scratched down Ivan's back lightly, leaving bright red marks.
Ivan felt the blunt nails digging into his skin and let out a low groan. The combination of Alfred's tightness and the pinpricks of pain on his back was wonderful. Rocking into Alfred at a faster pace, Ivan yanked Alfred's arm from around his torso and pinned them to the bed on either side of the blonde's head. Lacing their fingers together, Ivan lowered his head to capture Alfred in a passionate kiss, lips moving slowly and sensually with Alfred's and tongue tasting the other's mouth. Ivan slowed his pace to a gentle rocking, teasing Alfred's sweet spot and causing small waves of pleasure to wash over the American with each soft rock. Parting from the kiss and gazing down at Alfred with lust clouded eyes, Ivan spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "As much as I'd like to fuck you hard into these sheets, I don't want our first time to be purely wild." While the erratic and unpredictable rough type of sex was usually Ivan's preferred type, he had to admit that being soft and gentle with Alfred was really pleasing his more romantic side. And judging by the look on Alfred's face – lips parted, eyes half lidded, and cheeks flushed a beautiful red color – he was enjoying it just as much.
Alfred let out a sound that was a mix between a pleasured moan and appreciative hum, enjoying as Ivan gently rocked into him as he just barely pressed into that special bundle of nerves that made him feel so good. Alfred gave a soft laugh between pants and soft mewls. "That's not what ya promised me, big guy~" He teased before lifting his head up the best he could and skimmed his lips across Ivan with a soft smile. "Thank you though Vanya." He whispered against the vampire's equally red and puffy lips, and then put the pressure needed to make it into a soft and lingering kiss.
Ivan pressed forward against Alfred's lips, enjoying the simple, yet intimate action. They parted slowly, eyes meeting and never breaking from each other. "Don't worry about that promise, Fredka. That comes later. But for now, I just want to be able to feel you…" Ivan pressed his lips against the side of Alfred's neck. It was the side that was unmarked, the skin relatively clean of any bruises or cuts. Skimming his fangs along Alfred's neck, Ivan allowed the other to feel the sharp teeth before he sank them in gently. Unlike his previous two bites, this one was much slower and gentle. Ivan drank the small increments of blood that flowed from the bite wound, moaning softly against Alfred's neck. His hands were still intertwined with Alfred's and he could feel the other squeezing his fingers as he drank. Pulling his fangs from Alfred with a satisfied sigh, Ivan smiled almost drunkenly down at Alfred. "I love you."
Alfred's lips parted in a silent gasp as he as he felt Ivan's sharp and smooth fangs sink gently into the side of his neck. Squeezing the large hands that almost engulfed his as they pinned Alfred's arms to the bed, he let out a low whine of pleasure at the smooth and gentle sucking on his neck combined with the slow rocking of Ivan's hips as he thrusts in and out of Alfred. It was almost as if he was timing his thrusts with sucking on his neck, sending rolling waves of pleasure through him, slowly adding to the coil of heat building in his abdomen.
Then Ivan pulled away, and before Alfred could let out whine of disapproval, his eyes met Ivan's pleasure clouded amethyst orbs and a small, drunken, but undeniably warm smile splaying on his lips. Alfred's heart fluttered at the look and a lump formed in his throat as Ivan quietly stated he loved Alfred. Feeling a small grin spread on his face, Alfred choked out, "I-I love you too Vanya."
Smiling at Alfred's response, Ivan pressed bloody kisses along Alfred's jawline. Feeling the sudden urge to get things moving quicker, his thrusts began increasing in tempo and force. He pivoted his cock in and out of Alfred even faster, stealing away the blonde's breath and causing him to part his lips in a silent moan. Letting go of Alfred's hands, Ivan opted to grab his hips instead and began pulling the blonde towards him to meet him mid-thrust. As soon as his cock struck Alfred's sweet spot, a loud, raw moan ripped through the room. It was like music to Ivan's ears and he felt himself growing needier as Alfred's moans increased in duration and pitch. Soon he was mercilessly thrusting into Alfred, jerking his body back and forth with the motion and reducing the American to a loud, whimpering, wet mess. Ivan's lips parted into a strangely satisfied smile as he tilted his head back and rammed himself into Alfred's warm and wet hole. A moan built up in his throat and rose in volume as he felt the pleasure begin to mount. "God, Alfred…you're so amazing…so wonderful, so tight…"
"I-Ivan..." Alfred moaned almost incoherently, too far gone in the pleasure as he writhed under Ivan. God, did this back and forth, flip-flop between soft and rough feel wonderful. The contrast between the gentle rolling pleasure and almost glowing warmth he felt while Ivan had been slowly fucking him had turned into intense heat coiling in his stomach. The firm but gentle grip on his hands was now replaced by Ivan's tight grip on his hips as he pulled Alfred to meet his thrusts. It was all adding to that coil of heat in his abdomen. What really pushed Alfred over the edge in need though was Ivan's slightly dirty talk.
In a sudden need to control and speed up the pace, Alfred lurched forward, pushing Ivan by the shoulders down on to the bed, much the larger man's surprise. Confused, but slightly aroused violet eyes peered up at Alfred and an amused smirk appeared on the vampires face. "Alfred...?" He asked letting his voice trail off. Alfred just bit his lip and looked away, too busy positioning himself over Ivan's cock as he straddled his lover's hips. He mumbled out, "I wanna ride you." And before Ivan could say anything Alfred slid down on his cock in one smooth motion. Alfred let out a gasped moan as he arched forward and squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure as he was suddenly filled again. After a moment, he started to bounce up and down on Ivan's lap at a steadily increasing pace, as he lifted his hips almost all the way off Ivan's shaft before slamming back down again. As the coil in Alfred's stomach tightened even more, he found himself almost incoherently moaning Ivan's name over and over again, like a chant. His hands were gripping Ivan's shoulder for support as he bounced up and down, short nails digging into the Russian's shoulders.
Well…Ivan was surprised, to say the least. In a spit second, Alfred had taken the initiative and was now bouncing himself on Ivan's cock. The Russian vampire wasn't displeased, though. Oh no…the sight of Alfred bouncing the way he was, the sound of skin slapping skin, and the angle at which he penetrated the blonde was fucking amazing. Hazy, lust filled blue eyes gazed down at him. Ivan's name faintly registered to him as Alfred chanted it in a garbled mess of moans and pants. Placing his hands back on Alfred's hips, Ivan refocused his efforts on thrusting up and meeting the blonde mid-thrust. Ivan bucked up in time with Alfred's descent onto his cock, causing the blonde to lurch up a bit and cry out. Ivan bit his bottom lip before moaning out dirtily. "Mm, such a dirty boy, Alfred. You love riding cock, don't you?" Ivan watched as Alfred reacted to his words, his eyes rolling back a bit in pleasure as the dirty talk combined with Alfred impaling himself on Ivan's engorged cock registered to him.
Alfred shuddered at the deliciously dirty words, crying out in pleasure every time Ivan met him halfway with a hard thrust. Whimpering in pleasure, he answered Ivan's most likely rhetorical question. "Yes!" Alfred really did like this position though, he felt like he had more control even though he was one bottoming. After a few more thrusts, pants, and pleasure filled moan and cries, Alfred knew he was close. He was so close. His cock was twitching and he felt his ass clenching a bit. "I-Ivan, so c-close." He moaned out. He just needed one more thing to send him over the edge and allow him to finish.
Noticing the desperate expression on Alfred's face, Ivan could tell he was close to an orgasm. From the way Alfred was repeatedly slamming himself down on Ivan's cock, Ivan could also feel himself getting close, the pleasure beginning to mount steadily. Propping himself up on one elbow, Ivan reached up for Alfred and brought him down into a heated kiss, tongue flooding into the blonde's mouth and a moan resonating from their joined lips. Ivan hungrily kissed Alfred, lips sliding against the blonde's, licking and sucking all that he could. At the same time, Alfred had adjusted his posture a bit so he could both keep their lips connected and allow Ivan to thrust up into him. Pulling away from the kiss with a hungry growl, a thin strand of saliva connecting their bottom lips, Ivan sent Alfred a dark smirk before letting his mouth descend back to Alfred's neck. Quickly and much more feral this time, Ivan clamped down on Alfred's neck not so gently, his fangs digging in deep and causing blood to seep steadily out of the wound. Ivan could barely collect it all in his mouth, thin lines of blood seeping from underneath his lips, wetting the sides of his mouth and dripping onto their skin. However, his intent was not to hurt Alfred. While it may have looked messy and painful, appearances could be deceiving.
Alfred arched as he came between them, the tight coil in him snapping as he gave one last cry of Ivan's name. The pleasurably painful bite was what Alfred needed to push him into completion. As he rode out his pleasure, Alfred let out little moans as Ivan continued to drink from him, the hard but pleasurable sucking on his neck a sweet sort of pain. Raising his arms from Ivan's shoulders he tangled his fingers into Ivan's hair roughly and pressed his head harder against his neck. He felt Ivan tense a few thrusts later, the arm around him pulling him in closer as Ivan pulled off his neck and buried his face into the crook of it as he came with low groan. Alfred gave a soft hum at the in the back of his throat as he was filled with Ivan's warm cum. Considering every other part of the vampire was cool to Alfred, he was a bit surprised at the warmth.
For several minutes, they sat like that, just enjoying the afterglow. Ivan's arm wrapped around Alfred's back as he rubbed circles gently into it with his thumb, the other arm propping him up, his face buried between Alfred's bloody, bitten neck and shoulder as he breathed in and out slowly. Alfred straddling the Russian's hips, arms now draped wrapped loosely around Ivan's neck and the side of his face burying into the top of Ivan's head; breathing the scent of sweat, blood, sex and Ivan. Smiling, he gave the top of Ivan's head a kiss, "Mmm, that was wonderful Vanya." Alfred hummed and smiled into the Russian's hair.
Completely sated, both physically and emotionally, Ivan found himself smiling into Alfred's skin. He lapped up some of the blood from Alfred's chest and neck, reveling in the shiver that ran through the blonde. Letting the sanguine liquid on his tongue slide down his throat, Ivan swallowed and replied, "Good~ I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Ivan laughed a little breathlessly, as Alfred gave him an exhausted smile back. Reflecting on how much he had drank from the blonde, Ivan realized that he'd drained Alfred of quite a bit of blood. Turning Alfred's chin with his fingers, Ivan asked him sincerely. "Do you want to try drinking my blood? It will make you feel better."
Alfred thought about Ivan's offer for a moment. Well he HAS done it before, and it did make him feel better after Ivan fed off of him those first couple of times. But...
Alfred just shook his head and smiled sheepishly, "Nah, it'll be disturbing seein' ya claw at your neck while being completely cognitive to realize that's what you're doin'." The memory of Ivan doing that made him frown in displeasure. Sure bite marks and stuff were fine, but seeing Ivan inflict self-harm didn't settle well with Alfred, even if it was for his own benefit, besides he'll feel fine in the morning after a good night's sleep, allowing his body to make up for the blood lost.
Ivan pouted a little. He honestly just wanted to feel the sensation of Alfred feeding from him. "Alright then…" Ivan mumbled a bit. "By the way, it doesn't hurt me any. Pain like that hardly registers to me anymore. And good luck making up for so much blood loss. One night of sleep won't be enough to replenish it, you know." Feeling a little sly with his words, Ivan continued, hoping to talk Alfred into taking action. "You'll be very tired in the morning and all throughout the day. I assumed that maybe you'd like to go out into the snow and play tomorrow? It's a shame…it might all be melted by the time you fully recover." Hiding his smirk behind a pouty expression, Ivan waited eagerly to see what Alfred's reply was. He knew how the blonde was about doing things like that, and Alfred wouldn't pass up to opportunity to drag Ivan out into the snow to play.
Alfred blinked. He couldn't believe Ivan guessed right that he wanted to play in the snow! ...Would he really be that tired? He didn't feel too tired now, but then again Ivan probably knew more about blood loss than he did. Alfred bit his lip a bit in thought, trying to decide if Ivan's words were true. "Would it really be that bad? I mean, I don't feel too bad now..." Alfred asked hesitantly.
"You won't be in any pain, but you'll feel like falling asleep every minute of the day. Besides, don't you have class in the morning? You'll be so tired by the time you finish that we won't get time to spend together." Ivan frowned, this expression being more genuine than his pout. Well…it was genuine. Even if he could sit and watch Alfred sleep while petting him, it wasn't as good as actually spending time with the blonde. "Let me help you, Fredka." Ivan said gently, voice soft and soothing.
He didn't want to see Ivan hurt himself (or anyone for that matter) but he did want to spend time with him. Also, he couldn't let his grades slip in class. Ivan himself was also offering and he said it didn't hurt to do it. Giving a sigh of defeat, Alfred just grumbled, "Fine, but it's still disturbing to watch someone inflict self-harm." Squeezing his eyes shut so he didn't see Ivan practically claw at his own throat, Alfred stuck his tongue out at Ivan childishly at having lost the argument. Alfred made a sound in the back of his throat in protest as he heard Ivan chuckle and grab at Alfred's poked out tongue. "Heyth!" He said in a lisp.
"Careful where you stick that thing out, it might just get bitten off." Ivan joked light-heartedly. He let go of Alfred's tongue and waited until the blonde had closed his eyes again before pecking him softly on the lips. Bringing his nails up to his neck, Ivan pressed down against his pale skin and cut a fresh line into his neck. He let out a small breath at the tiny pinprick of pain, but the burn of the wound disappeared in mere seconds. Feeling a line of blonde ooze down his neck, Ivan pressed his hand against the back of Alfred's neck and urged him forward. "You don't have to open your eyes if you don't want to…" Ivan murmured as Alfred's lips closed in on the self-inflicted wound.
Alfred kept his eyes closed, not because he didn't want to look, but really just because really he didn't want to watch Ivan inflict the wound. He was fine with seeing blood. No, he kept them closed because it just felt wrong to open them, sorta like how you want to close your eyes when you kiss someone. Hesitantly he closed his mouth over the wound and ran his tongue over it, collecting the blood pooling there. If he could, Alfred would have grimaced at the taste. Really, blood just tasted gross and coppery. Why had he liked tasting his own blood when they kissed earlier? Oh yeah, because he's kinky. Pushing those thoughts aside, Alfred began sucking gently at the cut, wanting to get this over with. He heard Ivan hum appreciatively at the sucking, and Alfred blushed a bit, but felt a bit pleased that Ivan was enjoying this. Though as he ingested Ivan's blood, the smaller blonde felt it settle pleasantly in his stomach. Alfred felt a sudden warmth in his stomach. It was very pleasant and even made Alfred suck a bit harder and lap a bit on the wound to try and get more blood. It was odd because it didn't taste good, but it felt really nice and warm in his stomach.
Ivan's lips parted as a breathy sigh escaped him. Alfred's lips on his neck, sucking and feeding off of him…goodness, it was like heaven. The Russian vampire tilted his head a bit more, giving Alfred more access and closing his amethyst eyes. He urged Alfred on by placing his hand on the back of the blonde's head, holding his mouth to the cut wound. "Oh, Alfred…" Ivan breathed out, voice light and feathery. "It feels so good…" What was shocking was that Alfred was a mortal – a human being. Ivan couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like if Alfred was immortal. He'd die from blood loss because he wouldn't be able to keep himself from constantly letting Alfred feed on him.
Alfred felt an insistent hand cup the back of his head and press him more to the wound. When he heard Ivan's soft breathy noises of pleasure and his voice so light and breathless, Alfred couldn't help the low moan he felt leave his mouth. A couple more minutes of sucking and licking on the wound, and Alfred had consumed enough of Ivan's blood to make up for the blood he lost. He pulled off Ivan's neck, giving the cut one last long lick. Alfred sat up with droopy eyes, the exhaustion from their past activities catching up to the American. Glancing at the clock, it was about 10:15 PM. Alfred yawned and buried his head in Ivan shoulder. "'M tired, how about you big guy?" He wiggled his hips a bit, and realized Ivan's cock was still buried in him, soft now but still there. He grunted as he lifted his hip and let the member slide out before settling in Ivan's lap again and curling up against the Russian.
Ivan giggled a little, his neck still tingling from Alfred's soft lips and mouth. "I'm not sleepy, but I am ready for a little relaxation if that's what you mean." Fixing the comforter around them and curling him and Alfred up in a cocoon of soft, cotton blankets, Ivan let Alfred lie on top of him, the blonde's arms and head resting comfortably on Ivan's chest. The violet eyed vampire stroked through Alfred's slightly damp hair in a soothing notion. "Go to bed now, Fredka. You have class tomorrow morning and I don't want to make you sleepy by keeping you up."
Alfred nuzzled into the hands running through his hair, enjoying the gentle touch. Letting out another yawn, Alfred let his content and sleepy blue eyes droop close. "'M way ahead of ya big guy. Night Vanya, love you." He mumbled in a voice thick and slurred in sleep. Slowly he drifted off into a pleasant sleep.
"I love you, too." I whispered faintly, already hearing Alfred asleep.
