Chapter 9: Exploring

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Ivan wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck, deepening the kiss as he settled himself on the others lap. He felt the mouth under his open and lick lightly against his lip. A small shiver going down his spine he opened his mouth slowly, letting the begging tongue inside. It pressed against different spots in his mouth hungrily, making him feel warm and let out small noises that he was glad the taller couldn't hear.

Breath becoming a danger didn't seem very important at the moment either, moving his tongue back against the one in his mouth, just getting a tease of what Alfred tasted like. Ivan finally pulled away, panting across Alfred's neck as he looked down slightly with just concentrating on breathing. He heard the other try and catch his breath as well but he felt a tongue lick at a place just above his neck, making his body shiver with want for the sensitive spot to be touched. A hot rapid breath appeared by his ear, "Unchain me." Alfred seemed to purr.

Ivan shifted a bit, looking up into the blue eyes again, that had darkened slightly. Raising up to his knees he put his hands on the shackles holding Alfred, but paused. He didn't want Alfred to run away again, but he also didn't really know enough to imitate the last time they did something like this. Debating for a moment, Ivan settled on freeing only one hand. Alfred didn't complain when Ivan moved back down and placed a kiss on Alfred's lips.

The hand came up to his waist, pulling him close as Alfred slipped it under Ivan's shirt, warm hand mapping out his back. Sighing at the sensation, Ivan put his mouth to the others neck, licking at it hesitantly, but more enthusiastically as Alfred encouraged it with a few muttered words as well as turning his head slightly to expose more skin. Nipping lightly at it occasionally as well, part of him wanting to bite down and leave a mark that would take days to fade, but he resisted.

Alfred dipped his hand back along his spine, following the form of his body before pulling back out, gripping the shirt and tugging at it and making a small sound of want that was really so cute. Ivan didn't pull away quite yet, having fun with the tan neck a moment longer as he sucked at it, causing the other to let out a low groan, squirming under him impatiently. Complying to the slight pull at his shirt he pulled back, looking at the red mark starting to form. He found he quite liked that view. Alfred pulled at his shirt again, drawing his attention away and sliding his shirt off over his head. He didn't pay much attention to where he threw it as he started on the blonde's shirt.

Pulling it over Alfred's head he soon realized that he couldn't really get it all the way off. Leaving it to hang at the chain and out of the way, he looked back down to the half naked body below him, licking his lips and trailing his hands slowly down the body, feeling the muscles under the warm, sun kissed skin. Exploring the others body almost curiously. He felt Alfred's hand move against his shoulders, but moved up to crawl under his scarf.

Ivan sucked in a breath as Alfred moved his fingers against the sensitive skin. He let out small sounds and leaning his head forward, eyes closing. Alfred didn't let up, causing him to start shivering, biting his lips to keep in the pleasure, or try to. It seemed that, despite his efforts small sounds got past him mouth until he groaned. Alfred's mouth came up to connect with his mouth, eating up the sounds. Alfred moved, shifting his hips a bit and that was about the only warning before Alfred rolled over so that he laid on top of Ivan, starting to kiss Ivan's lips longingly. Ivan made a small noise in protest at the position change, but at the same time wrapped his arms around the others broader shoulders to hold him closer and feeling the exposed skin and muscle. At least his neck wasn't being molested anymore, but he was still shuttering in the after affect of it.

Starting to grind against the other beneath him slowly and teasingly. Ivan gasped for a moment, eyes widening in a bit of surprise before closing to enjoy the pleasure provided, clutching the blond and moaning a bit. After he decided that the teasing pace wasn't good enough, he started moving back against the blond, trying to create more of the wonderful friction. Alfred kissed the other down his jawline to his ear, "Ivan."

"Y-yes?" The younger groaned out.

"If you really want this then I need to go get something." He felt Ivan's grip tighten.

"Why?" Ivan asked, a bit nervously, slowing the pace down. Alfred really wasn't going to leave was he? But Ivan liked where this was going, very much so. Ivan frowned, he suddenly turned, taking Alfred by surprise and sitting on the others, legs on each side of the others hips. He kissed Alfred's lips roughly, biting the warm flesh there a bit before starting to grind slowly again, groaning almost the same time Alfred did, "No." He answered simply.

"But Iva-" Alfred's words were cut off by another groan and short, heavy pants, squirming under Ivan and making small noises of pleasure mixed with a bit of struggling protest. It was actually pretty cute. Alfred moved his arm around Ivan's waist, "Ivan don't, I'm just going to go to the bathroom to get something-" Ivan leaned over and kissed Alfred again, silencing the other once more as he continued moving against the other. He was more then a little pleased with the sounds the other made, which meant he had to be doing something right. It encouraged Ivan to continue moving his hips down against the other, making him release some moans of his own.

He pulled back, breathing heavily and looking down at Alfred, who seemed to be done protesting. Ivan moved away slightly to rid himself of the rest of his clothes before looking at Alfred's pants, trying to pull them off, "Ah, here." Alfred said, moving his free hand down to unbutton the jeans, which was pretty difficult with only one hand. Ivan tilted his head a bit in curiosity, but decided he would ask about that later.

Ivan grabbed Alfred's hand and pulled it to him, nuzzling into the hand slightly before taking two, then three fingers into his mouth. He could do this from memory. After a moment of getting impatient, Ivan released the fingers from his mouth, licking his lips slightly at the aftermath of the slight taste. Guiding the hand to rest on the small of his back, he let go, leaning in to kiss Alfred. He felt the wet fingers slide down the curve of his spin to his ass, causing him to shiver slightly at the cold moisture against his warm body. One of the fingers slipped inside, moving past the ring of muscles to feel against the inner walls.

Making a small noise, Ivan put his head on Alfred's shoulder, trying to ignore the strangeness and look for the amazing pleasure that would come from the process. Alfred licked at the others neck, continuing to stretch the other, listening to the moans and groans from the stimulation that Alfred gave. He enjoyed how sensitive Ivan was sometimes, but saliva still wasn't the best, he'd need to think on that later, he just knew it. Thrusting his three fingers in and out, continuing to nuzzle into Ivan's neck until he pulled them out, deciding that was good enough.

Ivan whined a bit at the lack of Alfred's fingers, feeling strangely empty. He shifted, wondering how to proceed a moment, he had an idea, though he wished Alfred was in charge. Lifting up, he moved back a bit, feeling Alfred's length against his ass. He blushed a bit, especially as Alfred gasped, looking at him longingly. Biting his lip and looking down, Ivan moved a bit so that it was lined up with his entrance and pushed down completely. Bad idea. He let out a small scream of pain, sitting still and shaking at the pain.

Alfred, instead of thrusting up like his body screamed at him to do, fueled his sexual frustration into using his free fist to bang back against the headboard behind him a couple of times before gripping it firmly, "Fuuuuck, Ivan." He moaned in pleasure, after he calmed down a bit he painted out, "G-go slow..." Ivan didn't say anything, curling his hands into fists over Alfred's stomach, trying to get over the pain from his rashness. Taking a couple shaky breaths, he rolled his hips a bit in experimentation. Alfred let out a loud moan and bucked his hips up in response, unable to hold back.

Letting out a small noise, Ivan closed his eyes and continued moving against the other, ignoring the pain with difficulty. He listened as Alfred moaned and would hiss out some English, back arching slightly sometimes, the warm hand coming to grip his hip. Glad that he was getting at least getting such positive responses. Then he suddenly moaned, eyes flying wide as something inside of him was hit that made pleasure wash over him, his length twitching as well.

Aiming for that spot again, Ivan moaned breathlessly, the pain being erased easily as it was struck each time by the large appendage inside of him. It was really amazing, if only it didn't hurt so much. Alfred groaned out some more English that Ivan didn't understand really, not having the brain capacity to even try translating it. He felt heat building in him, almost unbearable but at the same time amazingly delicious.

He suddenly felt Alfred gripping his length and stroking it. It was too much for Ivan to handle, only a thrust or two later and his back curled, shouting out loudly as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Slumping forward a bit, he felt Alfred thrust up into him, grip on his hip tightening and moaning before Ivan felt his insides being painted. Wincing a bit at a slight sting, it seemed far off as he relaxed on top of Alfred's chest in bliss. He listened to the other breathing for a moment before he finally moved off of the other a bit, laying on his side next to the blond and cuddling into his side.

Alfred moved to his side as well, wrapping his arm around Ivan's waist, holding him close and resting his head against Ivan's. It was nice, relaxing like this. Ivan let his eyes close, happy even with the pain, "You should be more gentle with yourself." Alfred sighed out finally, "You're probably bleeding." Ivan nodded, probably.

"It'll heal really soon though."

"And for your information, I was going to just go and get some lube."

"What?" Ivan asked, confused.

"Lube is something that...makes sex between males less painful." Ivan made a small 'o' and shrugged, nuzzling his head into Alfred's chest, getting comfortable and happy to just sleep now, "Um...Ivan?"

"Yes?"

"Could you...unchain me?" Alfred questioned, looking down at the other. Ivan looked up at him, blinking almost as if he had forgotten before a smirk spread across the younger's face that was so familiar before Ivan laid his head back down.

"No. It suits you."

"You really don't change much." Alfred muttered, closing his eyes.


"So wait...all those times you asked me to help you take a bath it was actually because you don't know how to like turn the water on?" Alfred questioned, raising an eyebrow. Ivan pouted slightly, looking away and blushing a bit. He had only asked once or twice.

"Yes."

"Right...well how about I show you what a shower is and show you how to do that?"

"A shower?" Ivan questioned, looking up, tilting his head to the side slightly as he did when curious.

"Yeah, it's like rain, except warm and it's from the ceiling." Alfred said, reaching into the bathtub and turning on the facet, aware of Ivan watching his movements closely. Feeling the water a moment, he started the shower, letting the water run, glad it wasn't pointed towards the opening. Ivan jumped a bit, looking at the rain coming from just one spot. Strange. Alfred held a hand out to him, probably offering for him to come in. Grabbing it, he accepted the help as he stepped into the bath-shower place, the ground was slippery after all. The blond got in behind him, closing the somewhat clear material around the bath.

It was a bit darker and seemed a bit strange, he looked at it curiously, "It's so that the water doesn't get out and make a mess." Alfred explained simply, smiling a bit at how cute Ivan was when he was questioning the world around him.

"Why is it clear?"

"I don't really know." It was Russia's house after all. Ivan excepted the answer for the moment as Alfred grabbed what he assumed was the shampoo, he should have gone to his shower with Ivan, but then they would probably have to get dressed or walk around naked. At least Ivan had seemed to heal from last night. He put some shampoo on his hand before handing the bottle to Ivan, who took it and just stared for a moment before looking up at Alfred in confusion, "Oh um...right..." He said, shaking his head, he had to stop forgetting that Ivan wouldn't know this sort of stuff, "Here, I'll help, okay?" Ivan nodded, putting the strange container down. He wasn't quite sure what it was made of or what was inside it but it was interesting and he sort of wanted to know what the strange concoction in Alfred's hand.

"What is it?" He asked curiously, touching Alfred's hand and pushing his finger into the substance curiously. It felt funny too.

"Shampoo, it's to wash hair." Ivan blinked, confused, water washed hair, didn't it? Strange. He just shrugged, but then Alfred put his hands with the strange substance in his hair. Ivan moved his head at the strange contact a bit, "Try keeping your head tilted up." Confused by the request, Ivan looked up at the ceiling. Alfred laughed, moving his head gently so that it wasn't so strained, thank goodness, he saw Alfred grinning brightly, "Not that much." Smiling back, he just let Alfred do whatever the other was doing. He let his eyes close a bit, surprised at how nice it was to feel the others fingers in his hair, massaging the skin underneath.

He wouldn't have ever imagined it to be so relaxing to have somebody else do this, but it really was. Watching Alfred through half-lids, he hoped the blond didn't notice that he was looking at him in all of his naked glory. His thoughts were broken when Alfred pulled his hands away. Opening his eyes completely, he felt Alfred leading him backwards under the running water, one hand resting on the back of Ivan's head, encouraging him to lean his head back still. Closing his eyes as he felt the water starting to get close to the sensitive area.

A warm hand landed on his forehead, moving the foamy stuff and his hair back so it wasn't close to his eyes. After only a moment he felt a pair of lips over his own. Ivan tried opening his eyes, but the water was still too close so he just blinked rapidly before giving up and closing them, just relaxing into the slight kiss so their lips were molded together better. Far too soon for his liking, Alfred pulled away, a small chuckling coming from the other. Ivan pulled his head out of the water, blinking and running his hand through his hair to get the water to stop dripping into his eyes. His eyes stung a bit though.

Giving the other a questioning look, he only received a smile in response, which he gladly returned. Alfred started putting the shampoo in his own hair, "Oh by the way, I was thinking that we could go out today."

"Out? Like outside?" Ivan clarified, watching as Alfred easily washed the shampoo out of his own hair under the stream of water even while he spoke.

"Yeah, I can't speak Russian or anything, so it might be a little difficult. We could bring Toris if you-"

"Um no, that's okay, I'm sure we can manage."

"Okay." Alfred agreed easily, "But yeah, I haven't seen you leave much since I've been here. Though I guess you wouldn't know how to work a car. But I thought you would like to you know, see Moscow and things." Ivan nodded rapidly.

"Yes, I would very much like to see it!" Ivan smiled enthusiastically, it would probably be so different. But now that Alfred was here, he was positive that no demons would come to try and eat him.


Ivan looked around curiously, looking up at the buildings around him and smiling happily. It was still somewhat strange to think that this was his country, and yet it seemed so right somehow. Still, it was amazing; and huge. There were people walking in the streets and driving their own demons. People of all ages, children, people close to his or Alfred's age, adults and even elders with white hair here and there. It was inspiring to just see so many people that he represented being so...alive, "Ivan, there you are, you shouldn't run off like that."

"Alfred! This place is amazing!"

"Um okay? We haven't really seen any tourist attractions yet."

"What?"

"Um...usually like places known for being pretty? I guess." That was the best way he knew how to describe it anyway, "Sometimes statues of important people or um..." National icons? Like there was Liberty, he wasn't really sure how to describe that in a couple words. What did Russia have though?

"But it is pretty." Ivan said, minus the demons, but that couldn't be helped much, "There's no death or despair either." No illnesses or war going on, people looked healthy. Though he would miss the joy and celebration that followed Ivan the III getting more land for...Russia.

"Um...yeah?"

"So where are these tourist attractions?"

"Um well...I know the Red Square."

"What's that?" Ivan asked curiously.

"You'll see." Alfred smiled. Ivan smiled, taking Alfred's hand. The only thing he really regretted about being excited in exploring was that he left his journal at home. Well, nothing too bad could happen today, right?


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