Short little drabble, talking about trust and sh!t. But it's still smutty~ Enjoy, I guess.
Ivan blushed a little bit, sitting down on the bed next to his long-time boyfriend. "H-hey, babe..." He said, in almost a whisper. The American turned over, smiling a little bit. He loved it when his boyfriend was so awkward. "Yeah?" He said.
"I... Do you mind... If we could try something new?" The Russian said a little bit louder now. Alfred pondered this proposition. "What did you have in mind, sweetie?" He said, sitting up to putting an arm around the other man's shoulders with a smile. "I-I've been reading online..." Ivan smiled a little bit worriedly, like just those words could turn his sweetheart off the idea. In fact, it didn't do that at all. Those words did the exact opposite.
"Really? Those words are music to my ears..." He said, smirking a little bit as he nuzzled a little bit. "There was this article on... Something a little bit more... Violent than we usually do it..." The Russian blushed a little bit. The other man wasn't sure how he felt about that. They usually just had some simple, like biting and grinding as some foreplay. They varied between positions, since Alfred was a total cock-slut sometimes but didn't like to bottom all the time. But for this idea, it would seem that Ivan would be topping...
"So what did you have in mind? Whips? Chains?" The younger man said, not really liking the sound of that. He frowned ever-so-slightly. Even though he trusted Ivan with everything... He knew how hyped up he could get when they had sex. This caused a blush to rival a steamed lobster's shell to run across the pale nation's face, which elicited Alfred's smile to come back. "T-that wasn't what I was thinking at all. I-I mean..." He said, before being attacked by a sloppy kiss.
"F-fredka... Stahp, Fredka..." He said as his boyfriend's hands slipped up under his shirt to tweak the sensitive nipples underneath. "I'll do whateva ya want, babe... Just promise me you won't be too hard on me..." He spoke after a while of trying to reach as far into his boyfriend's mouth as humanly possible with just his tongue. The other man moaned a little bit from the touches to those sensitive areas.
"S-so... What should we do...?" Ivan asked, trying to recall something from the article that didn't involve toys of some sort. Spanking came to mind. "Could I... Maybe spank you a bit?" He asked, easily worried that this was going too far. Alfred had to definitely think that through... It'd hurt, but people had to like it for some reason, right? After a while of hard diliberation, he agreed with little nervousness in his smile.
"Just be careful... I've never done anything like this. I don't think I've ever trusted anyone else..." He said, a small blush running along his tan cheeks. A shared blush was on Ivan's face. "Neither have I... But you're the only one I would ever want to dominate..." He smiled a little bit, pressing another kiss to his boyfriend's lips. Strangely enough, those words turned on the other male like you read about. Being dominated wasn't something he usually would like to hear, but coming from Ivan and his sweet sexy accent, it sounded blissful.
Ivan, although he wasn't the one getting hurt, was still scared. Worried that he would hurt Alfred too much, he began by gently (very gently) moving his lover to lay on his stomach over his knee. "Just tell me if it hurts too much..." The Russian practically mumbled, gaining a nod from Alfred. He wasn't exactly sure where to hit, so he started out just rubbing different spots all over his ass. Upper butt didn't work, middle didn't either, but right towards the end of that bubble butt was the point that made his lover go "aaah...". And he guessed if it worked with rubbing, it'd work with a couple of good spanks.
Both men were starting to get hard before the beatings even started. With one decisive smack to the area right before ass became thigh, a gasp came from Alfred. Sure, it did hurt. But at the same time, it didn't. Something about it was intimate, warm, and down-right sexy. Sorta like how he would describe Ivan's voice, but as a feeling. Ivan took the sharp release of air as positive feedback, and gave another, slightly harder attack to that same spot. It felt kind of good on both sides. Ivan got control, but Alfred got that feeling that he couldn't yet describe.
A few more wholesome hits, and both men were moaning. Alfred more than his lover, simply because that spot sent of delightful vibrations all throughout that region. "Mmm... Y-yeah~" The American said, eyes in a half-lidded state. "Just like thaaaat~"
Ivan decided he would try hitting harder. It couldn't hurt, at least not in an actually bad way. The area he had been hitting was getting a bright red, so he switched cheeks. "You've been a naughty boy, Fredka..." He said, lacking the full confidence to actually pull that off. However, he was getting there. Alfred's salty tears were getting down to the Russian's legs, which was what made him immediately stop. "I-Is everything okay...?" He asked, scared that he had hurt his love.
"N-no..." The man said softly. "I can't figure out why it feels so good..." He tried to wipe his pitiful tears off into the sheets which he was laying on. Ivan picked him up like a small child, and gently kissed him. "Do not worry about such things. If it feels bad, then we can stop. But if it feels good, than there is no need for explanation. We will do whatever feels good, because there is no point in stopping..." He said, getting a smile from Alfred despite the tears. "Then let's keep going..."