Yes. I did a thing at the beginning. This will just be a drabble. Domestic AU! With Alfred as a protective wife figure. I'm kinda sorry that I'm lazy enough for doing something like that at the end.

A young man stands in his living room. He is distressed, for his loving boyfriend had done something nearly unforgivable. He had just gotten home from a long Thursday of work, and had been looking around for the key to his closet. All of his vodka was locked away, and Alfred had taken the key from him! He wasn't really angry at his darling American, just angry at the way he was being treated because of his addiction. He couldn't help it! It wasn't his fault! But no matter how much he pouted and groaned about it, Alfred wasn't going to give over the key.

"Honey, I'm waiting~" Alfred called from upstairs. He'd promised him sex to make up for the loss of his favourite liquid. But even that wasn't going to make it seem fair for him. He picked up his flask, which had about six drops left in it. He lay down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest.

He yelled up up at the other man. "I'm not coming up!" He groaned, covering his face in a pillow as he heard the horny but now annoyed American.

"What?! But..." Alfred was practically running down the stairs to try and convince his boyfriend otherwise. He knew what the problem was... But Ivan turned down sex! Never ever! The American had gotten dressed in the thin, pink nightgown that Ivan always loved. He came over to the couch, standing over the other man with a little bit of worry. He had gotten himself all hot and ready for a good time, and was certainly not expecting this reaction.

"I want the key." The Russian said through the pillow, before he removed it. His face was all blushy and pouty. "I still haven't forgiven you for that. I don't want sex from you right now..."

Alfred suddenly felt a little bad. Not bad enough for him to give his sweetie the key, but bad enough for him to go over and comfort him. He straddled the other man, laying over him and desperately trying to cuddle into his arms. "Come on... I'll do anything for you. Sexually." He added, biting his lip. Alfred couldn't give him back the key. There was no way he could do that.

It was a miracle that Ivan didn't push him off at that. However, he did frown at that last part. "I don't want that." He pouted like a little kid. "I want the key!"

Alfred rubbed against his sweetheart, trying to get him turned on. He moved in a way that any man should love. However, it wasn't working as well as he should. The Russian tried to get him off with a bit of a push to his chest. "Stop... Just leave me alone..." He said softly.

This made his heart hurt a little bit. "B-but baby..." He said, trying to get back in line with his boyfriend. His sweet blue eyes, feeling like he should be crying. He loved Ivan so much, and he hated when he was angry.

But even as upset as he was, he couldn't take seeing Alfred sad. "Oh." He said sadly, wrapping around the American's slim yet strong body. He kissed his sweetheart, lovingly rubbing the other man's back through the gown. "Don't cry, please..."

Alfred snuggled against his lover. "Can we? Pwease?" He said as he rubbed his eyes sweetly, trying to get what he really wants.

"Y-yeah... But I get to top." He said, smiling a bit for the first time in a while. Alfred nodded, smiling a good bit as well. In a matter of moments, the two were on Esther like two horny rabbits. Alfred was desperately kissing his partner, who was pulling up that cute little nightgown.

Even though they fucked all the time, the American was usually tight... At least for Ivan. Even though he hardly have him any time to heal up after their little escapades. They ground against each other, moaning loud enough that they were sure someone would hear them.

Ivan's hands squeezed the smooth ass underneath the thin layer of fabric. "I-Ivan... Oh god..." He said, gasping for the breath he'd lost as he felt the large member underneath him. It was a sensation he should have been used to by now, but every time he was still amazed at exactly how huge his lover was. Everything was perfect about him... Except for that pesky addiction. But he didn't care about that right now. All he cared about was relieving himself of the heavy lust that bore down upon him. It filled up his heart, clouded his eyes; most importantly it made his cock throb uncontrollably.

The Russian pulled off his tie quickly, unbuttoning the small buttons as fast as his hands would go. Alfred got off him for but a moment so that he could slip off that gown, and let Ivan undo his pants. As soon as they were naked enough, they moved onto touching and feeling each other, mapping the skin and muscles of their bodies. Ivan kissed and bit everything he could, whilst Alfred moaned sweetly at every little touch.

"God... Take me now, big boy..." He said in a cliche sort of way, though fully meant it. Ivan couldn't help but laugh a little bit. Whenever they went at it, Alfred always repeated things he'd heard when he watched porn, and ever line was as cheesy as nachos at a mid-town fair.

The silly line didn't deter him though, as groped the American once again. And once again, he heard those sweet noises that Alfred made. He couldn't deny himself the right to his own lover. It was far too tempting. And both of them knew that they didn't get too much time for... things like this. Ivan set down his partner right in front of his heated member, making him moan like a whore. It felt really good, for both of them.

It was a long night for both of them... But one that was much deserved. When they were done, the argument they'd begun earlier had been left unresolved. And it's results were not needed just yet. Ivan was too tired to drink, and Alfred was too tired to keep the key from him. They cuddled on that couch, sloppily kissing and holding each other. Unfortunately, Ivan had work the next day.