Opening Statements: :D I'm happy. For no reason. Absolutely no reason. Ladiladiladiladilaaaaa someone shoot me. I'm serious. I need to sleep. Also, going on vacation soon, updates might come sparingly through the next couple weeks. *pewf*
Disclaimer: *yaaaaahn*
WARNING: Exhibitionism, toys, voyeurism, orgasm denial, snowballing, I was too lazy to edit HAVE FUN :D
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After breakfast, and a round of sex on the kitchen table, Alfred was settling down with his third cup of coffee that morning, sitting on Ivan's bed as the Russian dug around in his closet for something. Though he had yet to be told exactly what he was looking for, Alfred didn't mind; it was exciting.
Finally, Ivan gave a grunt of approval and shut the door of his closet. He turned around, a not-so-innocent smile on his face.
"Well?" Alfred asked, sipping at his coffee. He hid his excited smile with the mug, wondering what the Russian had in store for him.
"I am taking you out on a date." Ivan replied easily, that smile never leaving him. ...That was a little disappointing. Just a date? Hopefully there would be something else. "And I request that you apply these." The Russian then tossed two items to him, and he, setting his coffee down first, caught them both easily.
Alfred blushed upon identifying the items in his hands. A red vibrator and a purple cockring. He gave his lover an annoyed look, and all he got was a pleasant smile back.
"Ivan."
"Da?"
"Are you going to take me out with a vibrator up my ass and a cockring on?"
"It seems you are quite perceptive today."
Sighing, Alfred just stood and pushed down his boxers, kicking them off. "Lube?" They both stood there a little awkwardly. "...Oh shit, that's right; we used it all...dammit."
"Improvise. If you like while we are out we will get more." Ivan replied, moving over to his dresser and pulling out clothes. "Did you need any clothes? Lithuania may have some that fit you, but it might be a tight fit. You could wear some of mine if you like."
"Hmm, I think I'll just borrow a shirt. My pants aren't too dirty." Alfred shrugged. He set down the toys on the bed and caught the shirt that Ivan tossed at him, pulling it on. It easily reached his hips. "Wow. Didn't realize how much bigger you were than me."
"Well, this shirt is even a bit big on me." Ivan chuckled, helping the American button up the shirt as Alfred rolled up the sleeves. "You look so cute, Alfred! It is like you are a child in my clothing!"
"That's creepy," Alfred grumbled, allowing Ivan to button up the last of the buttons, leaving the top two undone. "That's like Kiku and his fucking shota shit. Fucking creepy as all hell." And yet even when Alfred walked in on the Japanese man watching it, he couldn't help but stop and sit down with him. 'Something is wrong with me. Wait I thought that was established when I actually admitted to myself I was in a relationship with this fuckhead.'
"I do not know what that means." Ivan replied, shrugging. He turned back to the clothes he had pulled out for himself and began slipping them on. "So," he began, zipping up his pants. "Here is our agenda: we shall go out and have a nice lunch, I will take you around the shops, we shall stop for...ah, 'supplies,' and then home. That sounds nice, da?"
Shrugging, Alfred just picked up his pants from where they lay on the floor and set them on the bed for later. He turned his attention to the toys on the bed. "Um...which one do I put on first?" He wasn't exactly looking forward to this, but he was also rather excited about it. Out in public, where no one knew what was actually happening... Wow, he sounded like a real pervert.
Ivan chuckled and came up behind the American, arms slipping around the waist. One hand went further and picked up the cockring. "This one goes on first, подсолнечник." Ivan replied, reaching down with his other hand and taking Florida in his firm grip. "You slip it on like this." He applied the plastic ring to the American's cock, sliding it down to the base. "And when you become hard…" He stroked Florida idly, enjoying the little whining noises Alfred made when he did so. "It will restrict blood flow to make sure you do not come too fast, da?"
Alfred squirmed as the once loose cockring was suddenly tight around his erection. He whined when the Russian continued to stroke him, somehow making him even harder than before. It was becoming uncomfortable. "I-Ivan, it's-"
"Shh," Ivan hushed him, leaving Florida alone and instead reaching for the vibrator. It wasn't large, perhaps maybe the size of his finger, but he had made sure to use one that was stronger and had multiple settings. "You will want to get this slick since we are out of lubricant." He held the tip end to Alfred's lips, watching with satisfaction as his lips parted and his tongue flicked out, testing the plastic as if it would taste like anything other than what is was.
After a few moments, even if Ivan enjoyed watching the American licking at the toy, he knew it was sufficiently lubricated and he should probably put it in. Leaning Alfred over the bed, Ivan pushed the shirt up to get a better view and began pushing the toy in. As he was pushing the tip in, Alfred softly murmured his name, pushing his hips back just barely. Ivan had to hold himself back from turning on the vibrator right then and there. Ivan pushed the vibrator in a little farther, and was satisfied when Alfred gasped as it brushed up against that sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I-Ivan...shit...again..." Alfred gasped, jaw clenching. His erection was painful now, the cockring restricting any blood flow that might have brought him some relief.
"Nyet, Alfred. Not yet." Ivan scolded with a chuckle. He pulled his finger out, leaving the toy in and stepped back, admiring his lover, bent over his bed, hips wiggling slightly to gain some friction.
Alfred whined but rolled over and reached for his pants, shakily putting them on. "H-hey, Ivan...nn." When Ivan acknowledged him with a nod he went on, "Th-the vibrator didn't look like it had a switch or anything, so how can it- ahhhn!" Alfred jumped a little when the vibrator suddenly came to life inside him with a quiet 'vrr' noise. The toy brushed up against his sweet spot teasingly as it vibrated, further irritating his painful erection. "I-Ivan, wha...?" He blushed when the Russian held up a small remote, grinning at him wickedly. "Oh, you fucking asshole, nn!"
Ivan moved the slide adjustment on the remote to the end, effectively stopping the vibrations. "I will not turn it on now, but let it be known that if I think you deserve a punishment or if you let me get bored, I will turn it to any setting I find fit. Understood?" He stepped back over to his closet and pulled out a coat that would fit the American. "You will need a thicker coat than that tacky bomber jacket, so put this on."
Alfred blushed and nodded. That would certainly keep things...interesting. He reached for his pants and slipped them on, having trouble getting his zipper over his erection. After putting on the jacket he stood and slipped on his shoes, following Ivan out the door.
Ivan took a moment to gather his coat, his pipe, and his keys before holding the door open for his lover, watching with a grin at how the American awkwardly half-limped out the door.
Alfred was oddly quiet the entire drive into town, and Ivan was tempted to fiddle with the remote, but he knew that driving and molesting the American at the same time was not a good idea.
Upon arriving in town, Ivan parked the car and got out, then helped Alfred out. When his lover asked why they had stopped, Ivan grinned at him, "Because it is easier to get out and walk rather than drive everywhere. It saves me money and it will get you some exercise. From all those disgusting hamburgers you eat you definitely need it."
"They're not disgusting! They're good! You're just an asshole and you can't see how obviously awesome they are!" Alfred exclaimed, cheeks going a little red in anger. He yelped when the vibrator came to life inside of him. His knees went a little weak and he grabbed the Russian's arms, clutching his sleeves desperately as the toy brushed up against his sweet spot continuously. "Sh-shit, Ivan, nooo… T-turn it off! Pl-please!"
Smirking, Ivan only pushed the slide adjustment up further, increasing the strength of the vibrations. He placed his hand at the back of the American's head, petting his hair idly as he whined and shuddered under the pleasure the vibrator brought him. "See what happens when you upset me, Alfred?" He twirled Nantucket around a finger, making the American gasp in surprise. "Now apologize."
"Nn, I-I'm sorry, okay? J-just make it stop!" Alfred grit his teeth together, burying his face into the Russian's chest. He let out a sigh of relief as the vibrations stopped. His cheeks burned as he peered around and saw citizens glancing in their direction as they walked. "F-fuck… Shit, Ivan, people are staring."
"Then let them stare." Ivan chuckled, patting the American's head fondly. He curled a finger around Nantucket, making Alfred shiver under the pleasant sensation. "We should get going now."
Nodding, Alfred shakily pulled away from the Russian's body, following him in a half-limp down the street. He looked down at his pants where a noticeable bulge lay beneath the fabric and he cursed himself for agreeing to this. Seriously, not heroic when people can see you're walking around with a boner. He moved his jacket so it covered more of his vital regions.
Ivan hummed quietly and put his arm around Alfred's waist, pulling him in close as they walked. He giggled and nuzzled the top of the American's head, much to Alfred's annoyance. "Don't you agree it is a wonderful day, sunflower?" He hummed, glancing up at the sky. It had yet to snow; General Winter must have found someone worthy of giving a cold to instead.
When Alfred just gave him an annoyed look he realized he had said that in Russian.
"We really should invest in you learning some Russian." Ivan sighed, remembering to say it in English this time. "I cannot remember to speak English all the time, you know. It does get annoying."
"Hey, I know some Russian!" Alfred huffed indignantly. "I know basics, plus I know how to say this: Ешь дерьмо ты красный, коммунистический ублюдок!" A few people glanced at them in annoyance when he said this.
Ivan gave the American a quick smack to the back of the head, ushering a loud 'owww' from him. "Really, Alfred, that is uncalled for. I do not mind your ignorant namecallings when we are alone or at home, but out in public, and saying it in a language that everyone around us can understand, is completely uncalled for." He had to turn to a couple of annoyed people with the easy excuse of 'I'm sorry, he's American.'
"Винт вас." Alfred replied, flipping the Russian his middle finger. "Y'know, I learned all these insults during the Cold War, just to piss you off. I can say shit like that in French and Spanish too."
"I don't doubt it." Ivan growled, moving the American towards the direction they were supposed to be going. He brandished the remote to Alfred before pushing the slide adjustment up more than three fourths of the way. He smirked when Alfred had to chomp down on his bottom lip to keep from screaming as he grabbed the Russian's arms, legs a little wobbly. "I think I should keep this on for a bit, until you learn your lesson."
Gasping, Alfred shook his head. "I-Ivan…j-just…i-if you have to then…c-can you please turn…turn it down a little?" His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but to his relief the vibrations died down a little, getting softer and less violent. Alfred blushed harder as his erection strained against his pants. "Um…I-Ivan…my…um…"
"You can still walk." Ivan chuckled, pulling his lover down the sidewalk once more. He enjoyed how the American stumbled a little every few steps, desperately trying to hide the bulge in his pants. Ivan thought it was just so cute how Alfred was so embarrassed!
Eventually after walking a few blocks, Ivan pulled his lover inside the restaurant he had decided on. He couldn't help but push up the slide adjustment on the remote just barely, grinning when Alfred gave a quiet yelp as the vibrations increased. It was just so cute how Alfred blushed as the waitress seated them, wiggling around desperately as the vibrator brushed up against his sweet spot every time he moved.
As they were seated, Ivan watched the American squirm delightfully, his thighs squeezing together desperately for some friction to relieve the painful erection between his legs. Ivan had had no idea the cockring would make Alfred so compliant; he would make sure it saw much more use in the future.
"I-Ivan, shit…" Alfred whined quietly, hands over his crotch to hide his erection. He was glad they were out of direct sight, but they were still in public so he knew Ivan wouldn't do anything to him, much to his frustration. "C-can y-y-you please make it st-stop?" He gasped as the vibrator sped up instead of slowing down. "I-Ivan, please, stop!" He whispered, fearing someone might hear him.
"Hmm, I'm not sure." Ivan hummed, pushing the slide adjustment of the remote up even further. A wicked grin twitched at the corners of his mouth as the American grabbed at his sleeve desperately, quietly moaning. "Have you learned your lesson yet? I don't believe I should stop unless it is clear you've sincerely learned your lesson."
Nodding, Alfred bit his bottom lip, not trusting himself to do anything other than make some sort of sexually charged noise. He relaxed visibly when the vibrator stopped inside of him. He groaned, going limp against the booth they were sitting in. He grimaced down at his erection, really hating the cockring right then.
After their orders were taken, Ivan got an idea. "Alfred~" He giggled, prodding his lover in the side gently to shake him from the concentrated trance he had lulled himself into to keep quiet. When the American shot him a glare he grinned. "I want you to do something for me."
"What?" The American's voice was bitter, teeth gritted together.
"I want you to get under the table," Ivan whispered, hand wandering up his lover's thigh slowly. He smirked when Alfred gasped as he traced the front seam of his pants. "And I want you to get on your knees, and wrap those pretty lips of yours around my cock, like you love to do all the time when we are alone."
Blushing even harder, Alfred shook his head. "I-Ivan, no, p-people will see!" He whispered furiously, placing a hand on top of the Russian's, but didn't push him away. This was more of a formality; he knew he would eventually end up doing it. He had to put up a fight first, even if the idea did excite him. A lot.
"They won't see, I promise." Ivan nipped gently at the American's ear, enjoying the quiet squeak it extracted from him. "I would only let people see you like that if I wanted them to, подсолнечник. And I definitely don't want anyone to see you like that right now; that sight is mine and mine alone."
"…Promise no one will see?"Alfred didn't even wait for a reply as he slipped under the table discreetly, settling himself on his knees between Ivan legs. He had to bend his neck awkwardly in order not to hit his head against it. The hard floor was already beginning to hurt his knees, but he was determined now. Alfred blushed a little before he tugged the zipped of the Russian's pants down with his teeth, then popped his button. He had done this before, no need to be nervous. Though people had noticed last time…but Ivan said he would let anyone else see unless he wanted them to…but they were in a restaurant…but… Okay, now he was just getting distracted.
Alfred easily pulled the Russian out, quickly working his hands over him to get him hard. It didn't take long, and soon Ivan was harder than a rock in his hands. Licking his lips, Alfred leaned in and kissed the tip, then leaned in more and took him in further. He had only taken the Russian in about half way when the waitress came with their drinks. He almost choked when Ivan leaned forward to take the vodka he had ordered, effectively shoving another good third of his erection down the American's lax throat. It wasn't so much his size, more the surprise of the movement than much else that made Alfred have to pull away and gag a little. Unfortunately Ivan found this to be a problem, and grabbed the American by his hair, forcing him back on his cock before he was even completely off.
Grumbling a few obscenities as best he could with a cock in his mouth, Alfred decided he could get the commie bastard back later and that going along with it would be better for the moment. He was so making Ivan pay for this later on. The American let out a quiet yelp, muffled by Ivan's member, as the vibrator inside him came to life. He moaned around Ivan's cock, pulling off to catch his breath. He was pushed back down almost immediately.
Ivan couldn't help but grin as the pattern continued for a few more minutes. If Alfred would realize that breathing through his nose would make everything much easier they probably wouldn't be battling like this. Ivan hummed quietly as he and the waitress made pleasant small talk, the waitress completely oblivious to the fact that the American was giving Ivan head right under the table. He curled a finger around Nantucket absentmindedly, having to bite his bottom lip as suddenly Alfred's mouth seemed to clamp even tighter around him. Were they alone he wouldn't have kept in the noise, but in public it was a different story.
'Is that fucking commie bastard talking with the stupid waitress? And he's ignoring me! What an asshole! Hmph, I'll just have to make sure this fucker knows he should pay attention to me then…' One of Alfred's hands wandered inside the Russian's pants, grasping a hold of his balls and squeezing gently; just enough to let Ivan know he wasn't fucking around and he wanted his due attention. His idle tongue went to work, massaging the underside of Ivan's thick shaft as his free hand worked the base of the large member. 'Nnn, shit, he's so fucking big…' Even if Alfred had seen the Russian's size many times before, it always amazed and excited him. Mostly it excited him. Because in America, and this applied to everything, bigger always meant better.
Feeling the hand in his hair tighten its grip, Alfred grinned around the Russian's cock and continued on with his torture, occasionally pulling off and giving Ivan's shaft a broad lick from root to crown, dipping into the edge of the foreskin and tasting the salty taste of precum for a moment before swallowing him once more, managing to deep throat a good three fourths of him. It still annoyed him how he couldn't take all of him in, but he figured it was healthier that way. Best not to swallow eleven inches of dick all at once, it would probably end with some bad results.
Ivan had to abruptly end his pleasant conversation with the waitress as Alfred began getting more serious. He covered his mouth with a hand to keep from moaning out loud. He could tell that so far no one had noticed what was going on, and he rather preferred it to stay that way, as he came to this restaurant rather often and being caught now would ensure that he probably wouldn't be able to come back.
Alfred whined quietly around his lover's member, wiggling his hips a little in some attempt to get some friction, the soft vibrations not quite enough to bring any relief. This was so not fair... He was practically getting blueballed here and he was giving the damn Russian a fucking blowjob in public. One of them was definitely getting the short end of the stick here, and it certainly wasn't Ivan.
Figuring that getting it all over with as soon as possible was the best solution, Alfred worked harder, deepthroating the Russian and sucking gently, swallowing around him, one hand stroking the parts he couldn't reach and the other pulling and squeezing his balls gently. Alfred moaned as the taste of precum spread on his taste buds, curling his tongue up around the underside of Ivan's length.
Ivan groaned quietly, both hands tangling in the American's hair. He pushed Alfred's head down further, moaning how the American easily took in more of him into his awaiting mouth. It took all of the Russian's power not to just thrust up into that hot, welcoming mouth. He could feel that hot, moist cavern sucking him in further, pulling his oncoming orgasm out even faster.
Grip tightening in Alfred's golden locks, Ivan clenched his jaw and came, holding the American's head down to make sure he swallowed every drop. He relaxed a little, and quickly glanced around to make sure no one had seen anything. Luckily everyone in the room was still oblivious.
Ivan barely had time to register what was happening as Alfred easily slipped back up into the seat beside him and yanked him into a kiss. To the Russian's surprise, Alfred hadn't swallowed like he had wanted him to, and instead shared the cum with him in an opened mouthed kiss. Ivan blushed a little, tasting himself clearly. He really hadn't expected that.
When the kiss broke they were both panting quietly. Ivan had to remember to do up his pants quickly before anyone saw. Alfred just leaned against him, groaning as the vibrator inside him continued to rub up against his sweet spot. Ivan made sure to turn it off in his hazy trance before he forgot.
After a few moments to catch their breath Alfred rolled his head onto Ivan's shoulder, grinning up at him. "Me and Mattie like doing that a lot, just thought you might like a taste. Fun, hunh?"
"I do not know why you did that, and I must ask you not do it again." Ivan huffed, cheeks going just a little red. "…At least not in public." He muttered as an afterthought.
Smirking, Alfred just stuck his tongue at the Russian. "Ha. Knew you'd like it. You're dirty like that."
"I am not the only dirty one here, darling." The word was used as ironically as possible, his sarcasm practically dripping from his voice.
Before Alfred could utter a snarky quip back at him the waitress came with their food. They were both just glad it hadn't come right beforehand. The food served as a good way to avoid conversation, since neither of them were very good at conversing with one another without making snide comments or biting out insults at one another just to get the other riled up.
"Are you ready?" Ivan asked, going through his wallet and pulling out the correct amount of money to pay for their meal. He placed the money in the middle of the table and stood, pulling on his jacket.
"Yeah, sure." Alfred replied, getting to his feet awkwardly. The cockring was not helping matters. His erection wasn't letting up at all. It was beginning to get painful. He decided to voice his complaint as the Russian pushed him down the street, "Ivan…um, maybe soon we could get this thing off of me so that I could cum?"
Smirking wickedly, Ivan clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Now, Alfred, I thought you had more stamina than that. I was going to take you around the shops, remember~?" He giggled, violet gaze peeking into the windows of some of the shops, just to see if they were selling anything worth his time.
"But…it's embarrassing to go around with a fucking boner!" Alfred hissed, grabbing at the Russian's sleeve. "It's humiliating!" And dear lord how he loved the humiliation. Even if he would never ever ever admit it ever. Ever.
"But isn't that the point?" Ivan whispered huskily into his ear, grinning when the American gasped quietly. "Isn't the point to humiliate you until you are begging me for release?" Alfred did realize that he could say the safeword at any time and Ivan would immediately back off, right? Even if they hadn't talked explicitly about whether the safeword was absolutely needed or not for this outing, Ivan had told the American before that he could say the safeword at any time and he would stop. Oh well, even if he didn't, Ivan was having too much fun to waste the opportunity.
"Sh-shut up." Alfred mumbled, cheeks going red. "Can we just…keep going?"
That sounded like an okay to Ivan. "You just look so cute with your face such a pretty shade of red." Ivan giggled, continuing to pull the American along down the street. "I still think you would look nice dressed in Russian colors. You will have to remind me of that later, I have been meaning to dress you up in some nice silvers, blues and reds."
"Like I would actually wear your commie colors." Alfred grumbled under his breath, crossing his arms stubbornly, despite the fact that all of the Russian's flag colors were on his flag as well.
They continued on in silence for a few moments, before a shop caught both their gazes. They both stopped in front of it, looking at the wares behind the window. Neither of them teased the other for stopping in front of it, neither said anything about if stopping in front of it had some hidden meaning. Because they had both stopped. And that gave both of them firepower.
"Have you ever thought what it'd be like?" Alfred asked, finally breaking the ice. He looked into the shop, where brides could get fitted for wedding gowns and where couples could buy cakes and flowers for their wedding. When Ivan gave him a weird look he blushed and corrected himself, "Y'know, to get married. Just in general, I mean. Not to anyone in particular or anything."
"I have…thought about it. But I long ago decided I wanted no part in it. After all, I know what happened to Austria and Hungary." Ivan replied, gaze shifting awkwardly away from the American. "Belarus also played a key role in that." He shuddered at the thought of his little sister in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle where he stood at the altar. "The thought of me marrying anyone has long since been on my list of things not to do."
"Ah. Yeah, I know what you mean." Alfred shrugged. "Can we keep going? It's kinda creepy, looking at all the happy couples in there, and I think it would give people the wrong idea about…us, y'know?"
"Da, agreed." Ivan quickly herded them across the street, far away from the shop.
"Do you see anything you would want?" Ivan asked, peering into one of the many toy shops. He pressed his nose up against the glass childishly, seeing all the children inside begging their parents for one toy or another. God he despised children...
"If I want anything it certainly isn't gonna be in a toy store." Alfred huffed indignantly. What did Ivan think he was? A fucking five year old? "If I wanted any toys, I'd tell you to take me to a sex shop. ...Do you even have sex shops here in Russia?"
"Of course I do! I am not some prude like England!" Ivan replied, rather annoyed with the idea that Alfred thought he didn't have his fair share of kink shops. Lord knew Alfred had a metric shit-ton of them. "Where do you think I got all of the toys I have now?"
"I dunno." Alfred shrugged. "I had figured you ordered them online or something."
"Well, I did order some of them online, but only the ones I couldn't find in the shops," Ivan replied. He had to get the handcuffs online, and the cockring to get the right size. "We can go to one now if you'd like. There is one only a few blocks away from here."
Thinking for a moment, Alfred made up his mind when Ivan pressed his nose back up against the window of the toy shop. "Anything to stop you from looking like a fucking pedo. Come on, get away from there. Creep." Alfred grabbed the Russian by the back of his scarf and yanking him down the street. "Geez, for fuck's sake, you look like a pedophile."
"Why would I want to have sex with a child when I have you? You are childish enough to fulfill any desires I have like that."
"And you just earned yourself a hundred fucking creepy points." Alfred rolled his eyes, groaning. God, why was Ivan such a creep...?
"I do not know what that means." Ivan blinked in mild confusion. He pried Alfred's fingers away from his scarf and instead let the American pull him along by his hand. Occasionally he had to yank Alfred the other way or down a different street, but other than that he let Alfred lead the way. It was so cute to watch Alfred struggle to walk straight!
After turning down a couple streets Ivan yanked Alfred into a shop just as he was about to walk by it. He giggled when Alfred blushed upon entering.
"Come now, Alfred, really. You are no stranger to these sorts of shops, da?" Ivan giggled and pushed his lover gently, further into the store. "You look so cute when you blush."
"Shut up you asshole." Alfred grumbled, cheeks flushing red at the sorta-compliment.
"Don't talk back at me, Alfred." Ivan chuckled, pulling out the remote and sliding up the adjustment just a little. He grinned when Alfred jumped and yelped quietly as the vibrator came to life inside of him. The lady at the counter giggled, knowing exactly what was going on.
"For fuck's sake..." Alfred groaned, waving his hand in the Russian's face. "I get it, I get it! Sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Good." Ivan turned the vibrator off and placed the remote back into his coat pocket. "Is there anything you want here? I will definitely buy it for you if I haven't already." He'd already spent plenty Russian tax-dollars on the America already, might as well put in a bit more.
"I don't really need anything. Plus I'm sure your closet is full of enough creepy sex toys to keep me happy for a while." Alfred shrugged, glancing around the store. He blushed a little. There were some things he'd want to use on Ivan, but he probably wouldn't get to top again for a while, so he would buy anything he needed on his own time with his own money. "Can we go home now, this is really uncomfortable."
"Nyet, we still need supplies." Ivan chuckled. He wandered over to the shelf where several bottles of lube sat. "You wanted something other than vanilla, da?"
"Well, yeah, but I want- hey look they do have variety packs... I mean, can we please go home?" Alfred tugged at the Russian's sleeve. He squirmed where he stood, trying to hide his obvious erection. Really, it was just painful now. "I-I can take you dry."
"While I'm sure that would be nice, I don't think taking you raw too many times is very healthy." Ivan just snatched the variety pack off of the shelf. "This will do for now. If you are unhappy with it and do not want to come back here we can order some on the internet."
"Can we please just go home?"
"Soon enough," Ivan chuckled, buying their one item. He then lead Alfred back to the car, and was surprised when the American dove into the back seat, turning to lay on his back and look rather tempting up at his lover. Ivan laughed and placed the bag with the lube in it on the seat but shut the door, instead opting to return to the driver's seat.
Alfred looked rather confused and hurt. When he voiced his issues, Ivan just laughed, "Really, Alfred, in my car? You think the leather can just be up and replaced automatically like magic when it has semen stains? Nyet, you will wait. Home is just a fifteen minute drive."
As Alfred clambered into the passenger seat he huffed. Then got an idea. He leaned over and palmed the Russian's crotch, whining quietly. He nestled his face in Ivan's neck, burrowing in below the scarf and kissing one of his scars. Ivan's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "Ivan...c'mon...wouldn't it be hot to do it in the car? And I really, really want it..."
Alfred was quickly shoved back into his own seat. Ivan looked like he was trying to restrain himself. "Put your seatbelt on." Alfred would have quipped that Ivan didn't even have his on, so he shouldn't say anything, but the car very abruptly accelerated and he did as the Russian bade, not really wanting to be too intimately acquainted to the dashboard.
Ivan's house didn't come quickly enough. Even if the Russian had been going at least three times the speed limit. Parking the car haphazardly (he would fix it later), he dragged Alfred into the house, barely remembering to take the new lube they had gotten with him.
More than happy to comply with his lover, Alfred allowed himself to be dragged up to their bedroom, and even threw himself onto the bed before Ivan could do it for him, eager to get the goddamn cockring off and to take the vibrator out so he could have Ivan's cock inside him instead.
Eagerly shedding his clothes, Alfred propped himself up on his elbows, displaying himself for his lover to see. Alfred moaned when the Russian sat down at the edge of the bed and traced the tip of one finger along his erection which was rosy red at the tip and achingly hard.
"I-Ivan, please," Alfred begged, biting back another moan. "Don't...don't tease," he whined and bucked up into his lover's touch, desperately seeking some sort of release from the painful restriction the cockring had on him. His eyes met Ivan's, pleading with him. "It hurts, c-can you, nn, take it off?"
Ivan chuckled darkly, thumbing the slit of the American's aching cock. "Look at you, begging so pathetically." He fisted Florida firmly, smirking when Alfred cried out in surprise and pleasure. His fingers played around the base of his erection, teasingly prodding at the cockring. "Your legs spread like a little slut, looking so tempting. You just want me to fill you up, don't you?" He breathed huskily in Alfred's ear, nipping at the lobe. "I wonder how fast you'd come if I took it off now~"
Alfred thrust up into the hand that held his member, whining quietly, desperately searching for an end to his torture. "Please, Ivan," He whined, blue eyes begging the Russian to take him. "I'm begging you, please! I need you to..."
Arching an eyebrow at how the American trailed off, Ivan chuckled and placed a kiss on his lover's slightly parted lips. While Alfred was distracted, he pulled out the remote to the vibrator and slid up the adjustment halfway. He grinned when the American yelped and pulled away from the kiss abruptly.
"Ahhn! I-I-Ivan, nnnnooot faaaaair!" Alfred moaned, blue eyes sliding shut as he bucking into the Russian's hand. His member twitched in Ivan's hand from the vibrations inside of him, needing release after a prolonged erection. "Ivan, please, I need to cum...please, please, please!"
"Nyet. Not yet." Ivan growled and increased the speed and strength of the vibrations. As Alfred writhed and begged beneath him, the Russian's pants were very violently reminding him that they wouldn't be able to keep him contained for long. But he was determined. He would make Alfred beg to be filled up and fucked until he passed out. "Look at this lewd body." He squeezed Florida possessively and pushed up the slide adjustment on the remote, causing the vibrations to be even stronger. "It wants to be filled so badly."
"Ah, yes, yes, yesyesyesyes!" Alfred cried out as the vibrator continued to stimulate his sweet spot, harder and faster with each passing moment. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Florida twitched once more, begging to be touched and pumped; not just the meager little strokes he was getting now. "Ivan, please, please, take it out! I want you; i-it's not enough!"
"Not yet," Ivan replied simply, pushing the slide adjustment up as far as it would go. A loud whirring sound filled the room as the vibrator gyrated inside the American violently, much harder than before. Alfred practically screamed, hips thrusting up only for Ivan to shove them back down.
This pattern continued for a long time, at least a really long time for Alfred's deprived body and mind, and only stopped when the vibrator inside him began to slow down, painfully slow, until stopping completely inside him.
"I-Ivan..." Alfred panted, gnawing on his bottom lip as he wiggled beneath his lover. "It...it stopped..." Sure it had been torturous, but hey, it felt good.
"It must have run out of batteries." Ivan sighed, obviously annoyed that the toy had quit on him. Luckily it was rechargeable and didn't require for the batteries to be manually replaced, so it could be used again later when he saw fit. "Legs up, I think it has been inside you long enough. It's my turn now."
Pulling his legs up, Alfred was about to ask what the Russian was going to do when he interrupted himself with an exclamation of surprise as suddenly two fingers were shoved unceremoniously inside him. After a few moments the fingers left him, pulling the vibrator out with them.
"Sh-shit, some warning would be nice..." Alfred murmured under his breath, letting his head fall down onto the pillows beneath him. He wiggled his hips, pushing them up into the Russian's touch. "Take the stupid cockring off, already, will you?"
"Not yet." Ivan shook his head and unbuttoned his pants, stroking himself through the fabric. Pushing his coat off, he then freed himself from his pants and grabbed Alfred by his hips, hooking his legs around his waist. "Before I take it off I want to hear you beg sincerely that you need to cum, but until then you will not do so."
"What, so I need permission to cum?" Alfred huffed, glaring up at the Russian. Actually, that idea excited him...
"Yes, that is exactly what I am saying," Ivan replied, giggling at his lover. "I'm so glad you understand!" He reached for the pack of lube they had gotten and opened it up. "Did you want a specific one?" When Alfred shook his head he pulled out the first bottle available, tossing the pack away to be picked up later. He popped the cap and sniffed it, giggling. "It smells like honey! Here, smell~"
Alfred sniffed the bottle and moaned, the smell of the lube just as intoxicating as the thought of using it. "I-I couldn't care less about how it smells, fucking use it already!"
Chuckling at Alfred's impatience, he spread some of the lube on his palm and rubbed his hands together. He was pleasantly surprised to find the lube was warming up on his hands on its own without any help. It was an odd feeling, almost like it was prickling his palms. "Ah, that is certainly something new."
"What?" Alfred asked, propping himself up on his elbows to see what the hell Ivan was doing. For fuck's sake, the asshole just needed to fuck him, how hard could that be?
"This." Ivan poured more lube on his hand and fisted Alfred's erection, grinning when the American gasped and bucked into his hands, the self-warming lube stimulating him with its tingling in a way he had no idea was even possible. Ivan laughed and pulled away, this time lubing up his own erection, moaning when the gel began tingling over his flesh pleasantly.
"F-fuck, that feels w-weird..." Alfred moaned, throwing his head back as the prickling feeling continued. He gasped when he felt Ivan pushing against his entrance. "Ivan...please?" He had been craving this all day, and finally he was going to get it. He yelped when the Russian grabbed his legs and bent him back, doubling him over with his legs against the mattress at his sides. It was painful, and Ivan had thrust inside him at that exact moment, making it doubly so. He almost screamed in pain, before it petered off into a low moan as his sweet spot was struck and the self warming lube tingled against his insides and his erection. "Ahhn, shit, I-Ivan!"
"Nng, unless you are going to beg then shut up," Ivan growled out breathlessly, holding his hands at the American's thighs to keep his legs down and his hips up. He groaned, feeling Alfred clench around his member in an almost painful way. "Ah...так чертовски туго..."
"C-commie...ahh!" Alfred cried out once more as the Russian pulled out and thrust back in again painfully. He moaned when a finger traced the length his erection faintly. Alfred bucked up into Ivan's touch, whining at how the Russian traced the cockring teasingly. "Ivan, what the fuuuuuuck! Take it off!"
"Nyet, that is not enough," Ivan growled, thrusting in and striking his lover's sweet spot directly. He was pleased with the scream of pleasure it brought out of the American. "Don't you want to beg, Alfred?" He purred, pushing in and hitting Alfred's sweet spot head on. He grasped Florida firmly. "This must be painful, da?"
"I-Ivan, shit...I c-can't..." Alfred shuddered and arched his back wantonly. He needed to fuck himself on that hand, with Ivan pushing into him and hitting that one special bundle of nerves every single time. If only he could get the fucking cockring off...
"Just beg for it, Alfred, I am merciful," Ivan chuckled, shaking his head. "You really are silly sometimes, you know." He pulled out and shoved back in, groaning at how hot and tight the American was. He paused while still inside to catch his breath, still pressed up against his lover's sweet spot, sending him into a state of rolling pleasure.
Alfred lost it. He screamed in absolute ecstasy, feeling the familiar feeling of orgasm rolling over him in a violent, intense wave, arching his back so far it was painful. He went limp on the bed, breathing labored and heavy. He blushed shamefully. "I-Ivan, I..." He looked down, blushing even harder when he found himself still painfully hard, and there was no actual semen to be found. "Wh-what...?"
Ivan couldn't help but giggle. "Alfred, you disobeyed me!" His laughter became louder since he couldn't cover his mouth. "You weren't supposed to come until I let you."
"Wha...but...how can I...if I didn't...what the hell!" Alfred demanded, struggling to sit up, only for Ivan to push him back down.
"Don't be so surprised, подсолнечник," Ivan chuckled quietly, obviously very amused. The way Alfred was freaking out was just so cute! "Haven't you ever experienced a dry orgasm before~?"
"No! What the fuck is going on? I don't know what's going on! What the fuck is going on!"
"Alfred, really, you don't have to make such a big deal out of this," Ivan huffed, pushing Alfred's legs down even further, making him squeak. "I think you should be punished for disobeying my orders~!"
"What!" Alfred tried to sit up again, but Ivan just grabbed him around the waist and flipped him around so he was on his stomach. He groaned as he was pulled onto his hands and knees. "I-Ivan, what the hell!" While he did love doggy style, this was not the time! "That shouldn't count, I had no idea what the hell was going on! I still don't know what the hell is going on!"
"Sorry, Alfred, but I will only listen if you beg~" Ivan chuckled, thrusting hard inside the American from behind. "Come now, you've begged before! You can do it again. This really shouldn't be hard for you anymore."
"Arrrgh!" Alfred banged his fist against the headboard, burying his face in a pillow. This was so not cool. "Fine...fuck..." He groaned, muffled by the pillow, and took a moment to find the words to accurately describe his need. "Ivan..." He made sure his voice was needy and begging, "Please, let me cum...I need it...it hurts, it's been hurting since we went outside, please..."
"Hmm...I don't know. A little more I think, da?"
Alfred wanted to tell the Russian to go fuck himself, but that wouldn't be any points in his favor at all. He took a deep breath and whined pathetically, trying again, "Ivan, please! Ivan, please let me cum, please let me cum, I need it so bad... I'll let you do all the freaky shit you want to me, but please let me cum!" He begged, grinding back up against the Russian, desperately needing more.
"Let me?" Alfred's eyes went wide, reading an 'oh shit' look as Ivan grabbed his hip with one hand and another tangled in his hair, yanking his head back. "I don't think you understand how wrong that statement is," Ivan growled, nipping at the back of the American's neck roughly. His hands traced the scars on Alfred's back that spelled out his ownership of the American, one by one. "You do not let me do anything to you. I do it because I have the right to, because this body is mine. At most, I let you do anything. I am the one in control."
Alfred shuddered, moaning at the possessive words. The words were humiliating, Ivan's grip in his hair hurt. He loved it. He absolutely loved it. "I-I'm sorry...Ivan, please..."
"Please what?" Ivan demanded huskily, biting down on the back of the American's neck, right where he had carved in his initials before. He tightened his grip in Alfred's hair, one finger curling around Nantucket. "Beg for it again. I didn't hear you before."
"Ivan, please..." Alfred's cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment. "Please let me cum...please..."
"Hm, good enough." Alfred almost cheered for joy when he heard that. "Now say it in Russian." And there went his smile.
"Wh-what!" Alfred exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. He looked at Ivan with an almost angry look in his eyes. "Ivan, you can't be serious! I-I don't know how to say that! My extent is begging you to fuck me and telling you to eat shit, that's it!"
"Then I will teach you. Just say 'пожалуйста, дайте мне диплом,' it is that simple." Ivan instructed, sounding out each syllable so that Alfred remembered them specifically. "You should learn it. I will quite possibly be making you say it quite often."
"But..."
"No buts. Say it," Ivan growled savagely, pulling Alfred's hair mercilessly. When Alfred repeated what he had said, stuttering here and there, and with that terrible accent of his, Ivan chuckled. He could be cruel and make the American memorize it until he got down the accent and the pronunciation perfectly, but he knew he had tortured Alfred enough and his reward was due. "Alright," He chuckled, hand reaching down and teasingly tracing the cockring. "I'll take it off. But you cannot cum until I say so, okay? I will take it off only if you promise to control yourself for a few moments."
"What? But...but I..." Alfred begged with desperate blue eyes. "You...you..."
"I am asking you simply to control yourself for only a few moments. Then you may cum." Ivan just really wanted to see how long Alfred could stand. Not long, he knew, since Alfred had had the thing on for most of the day, but he wanted to know exactly how long.
As Ivan unclipped the cockring the response was immediate. With the pressure gone, Alfred couldn't help but scream as his orgasm exploded out of him as soon as the restriction on his member was gone. He went limp on the bed, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks from the intensity of coming so hard.
"Tsk, tsk, disappointing. I expected more." Ivan shook his head. He hadn't even taken the cockring off completely. Easing the ring off of Alfred's rapidly softening cock, he tossed it aside to be picked up later and gripped the American's hips. "My turn now."
"I-Ivan, no..." Alfred begged quietly, gasping when Ivan began thrusting into him. It was almost painful how he continued to strike his sweet spot. "No...no, I can't... No more, please... Ah, Ivan! Don't please... It hurts." It felt so good he was sore, as Ivan continued to pound into his abused sweet spot he moaned and gasped, desperately begging for the Russian to stop.
Finally, with Alfred repeatedly contracting and clenching around him, Ivan came inside, moaning out the American's name quietly. He collapsed on top of him, unable to find the energy and roll over. It didn't matter; he knew Alfred could handle his weight easily.
"Shit...Ivan...get off..." Alfred groaned pitifully into the pillow. Nature was calling. It had been all day and he just needed to...
Ivan grumbled a few quiet protests in Russian, his energy entirely sapped. There was no way he was moving.
"No, seriously, Ivan. Get off."
"Nyet."
"I'm serious, I gotta take a piss."
Upon hearing that, Ivan almost immediately rolled over, looking very much annoyed. "You should have said that in the first place..." He grumbled under his breath, sighing and moving under the covers. As Alfred disappeared into the bathroom, with a noticeable limp, Ivan reached for his coat and pulled out his phone. He turned it on, having shut it off the night before. "Alfred, did you want to go home tomorrow?"
"That'd be nice. Oh shit, Tony's been all alone for like a week and a half! Holy crap, he probably ran out of food like, three days ago! Fuck, get me one for in the morning!" Alfred exclaimed to the closed door, hoping Ivan heard him. If he wasn't in the middle of taking a piss he would do it himself, but nature was getting in the way.
"Wouldn't he have gone out to get food?" Ivan huffed in annoyance but booked the American a flight for in the morning back to New York.
"Ivan, he's an alien, aliens don't go to the grocery store. Everyone knows that. Hey, Ivan, tomorrow if we have time can I top?"
"...Did you want a window seat or an aisle seat?" He was suddenly very eager to get Alfred out of his house.
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Translations:
так чертовски туго - so fucking tight
Shadow's Final Thoughts/Rants: Hahaha... I'm twitchy and kind of losing my mind. I'm going on vacation in a week, there may be one update before that. More details then. :D
Sneak Peek: Russia and America make a bet. With sex.
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