Ivan sat on the bed and slipped his shirt from over his head. While it wasn't so late that removed his scarf the large coat he preferred to have on was hung up with care. It was a tiresome day after a world meeting, although he didn't speak much it still was a cringe worthy affair every time.

Yao entered the room a half an hour after Ivan did. It took him longer because as always Yao enjoyed catching up with one or more of the Asian countries. He nodded at Ivan who was in the process of removing his boots and proceeded to pull his hair from its binding black string. Yao heard the sound of Ivan lifting a bottle of liquid (most probably vodka) and took a drink from it. Yao was down to his dark pants when he turned to Ivan who was then reading something.

"How is Leon?" Ivan asked setting the story to the side.

Yao sighed as he hooked his thumbs into the edge of his pants. "He says Emil was getting better. According to him Emil is having a high fever from the latest eruption." Yao continued to explain as his waist covering pants and briefs were dropped to the floor and Ivan stood.

"He is caring." Ivan reassured leaning down to take Yao's lips to his.

The subject of family was quickly dropped.

Ivan went to fully remove his scarf as Yao crawled onto the bed. Hovering so his backside wasn't touching the bed he took one of his hands and reached behind him. Having participated in the bottom of the sexual act he could enter at least one finger within without an feeling of discomfort. Moving it up and down for a moment Yao went to insert another when Ivan crawled in front of him. Both now sitting up on their hunches with Yao's hands holding Ivan's face while Ivan popped the cap from a bottle of lubrication behind Yao's back.

With the lubricant at the ready Ivan got closer to Yao, scooping up the back of his legs and laying them both. Yao's knees were up to Ivan's armpits while the Russian's hands were already invading his lovers door. Granted it was cold and the twisting made Yao reach up behind him to take hold of the sheets but it was a great deal better then when he was younger. Yao's first time he was dry as a bone which caused him to bleed, granted he was what most considered a child back then but he was still sensitive about it. Even with the lubricant and the sensitive measures Ivan was still considerably strong and harsh by almost nature. This didn't result in SnM or the kinky things like Ludwig supposedly was into but more of the things that either weren't Ivan's control. like unintentionally leaving light bruises over the skin or even his finishing face which was apparently very dark and intense looking as he closed his eyes and tensed the face. Yao thought it was interesting but the funny thing was how Yao's made him look as though he were a crossed eyed cat, this was why Yao prefers to have it from behind.

With history aside Yao felt Ivan pull his digits from him. The taller man's hands reaching under Yao's backside and lifting it slightly, the tip of Ivan's penis finding its place at the door like a slot. Ivan didn't have a need to ask Yao if he were ready, the Asian man was biting his lip as a unspoken way of clearance that all it took was but a strong push forward.

No matter how many times these two will participate in this act both will always remain surprised by the other. Yao's eyes shooting open along with his mouth as though he had lost the ability to breathe while Ivan squeezes his eyes and a low rumble comes from his throat. Yao was a small man and his door was always as tight as a virgin's to the point of a finger sometimes being needed to make room. Ivan on the other hand was as big as the rest of his body and, even though nobody had told him this, cold, at first it feels as though a fleshy rod has penetrated you before he starts to move.

Without another sound Ivan pulled back, the two had been together long enough for Ivan to know Yao's spot, and went forward. Yao let out a mix of a moan and a gasp and it got louder as Ivan progressed. Within several thrusts Yao was literally screaming from the pain and pleasure that came from having someone as big as Ivan move in and out of you at the pace Ivan prided himself on. Leaning forward Ivan laced his fingers with Yao who gripped him like he was falling from a ledge.

Ivan could tell how close Yao was by how weeping and straight his penis was. Considering the fact that it was more or less neglected Ivan didn't give that appendage another thought, he never had the need to. This was no different to him then it would have been if Yao were female. Only more sticky and less high pitched noises.

Taking hold of Yao's left leg Ivan brought to the right side of him. Yao taking the message and turning with him to his hands and knees. He hadn't realized it but now he could see himself and Ivan in the mirror within the open bathroom. Boy was Yao a sight to see; dark hair disheveled and eyes wide, he was literally panting while was behind him. Yao watched as Ivan reached around in front of Yao, placing hands over his wrists and went at it again. It was easy to tell when Ivan himself was close due to the fact of how he would start to dominate harshly. Yao hissed when his spot was hit again and arched, hair falling to the side of his face that was weighed down by sweat. It was almost funny to think about what Yao's younger self would have thought of this. He would most likely be disgusted at how Yao was being sodomized up the ass by a male almost twice his size like a bitch in heat. Not that it truly mattered seeing that this sort of understanding level of sex was like a drug.

That was he final thought that could escape Yao as Ivan gripped his wrists. Pulling back harshly so Yao's chest was kept from the bed by Ivan's hold alone. That time Yao truly screamed, white flashing from him as Ivan filled the Asian to the brim. Yao was glad the sheets were white as Ivan let go, Yao resting his forehead on his forearms in a child's pose for a moment.

After catching his breath Yao crawled up to bed and pulled back the sheets. Both men climbed in and Ivan became pretty much a bear, placing his head against Yao's chest before the lights had gone out.