Further Valentine's Continuation (with marrymesister)
((Continued from here.))[The water is warm, and he takes a few seconds to just let it wash over him, thinking about everything that happened. He may have dodged a bullet with his husband, but at some point there would be an irate Poland to deal with. Really, nothing should change between them, since he'd already promised her to stop initiating
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It took him a little while to find their room once more, but he finally did, hearing the shower as he pulled off his shoes and jacket- it was far too hot for so many layers, and he was fed up of tripping over his own feet, and that was obviously the shoes fault. Obviously so.
He moved to the dresser, giving his little wooden falcon a stroke on the head, which did little but earn him a small immediate amount of attention, the creature letting him stroke it for a few moments before trying to rip a hole in his fingers, moving to preen itself once the Russian moved his fingers away. He gave it one last prod with his finger on the crown of its head before moving away, removing his waistcoat as he gazed into the bathroom.
He could see his brother- just -in the bathroom mirror, though most of it was fogged from the steam. He looked a lot cleaner now, and this urged the Russian up once more, moving to the bathroom to watch his husband, moving as quietly as he could to the door to do so... However, considering how much he'd had to drink, he wasn't all that discreet.]
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Now done bathing, he steps out of the shower, quickly drying his hair and face, then putting his eye patch on. He dislikes being without it. Socket now properly covered, he passes the towel over the rest of his body once or twice before tying it around his waist.
He opens the door, not expecting his brother to be waiting just outside the door, but clearly delighted to find him there. He realizes that he's been spied on, but just smiles, one hand staying on the doorknob. His other hand reaches out to trail in Ivan's hair then down, cupping his cheek with slightly damp fingers.]
I'm glad to see that you got back alright.
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[His brother didn't seem to realise his being there just yet, but he wasn't going to do anything just yet- after all, it would be a shame to waste such a wonderful view...
He wasn't complaining when his brother finished however, enjoying the immediate attention his brother lavished on him, favouring nodding his affirmation rather than saying anything. It would have most likely been half-drunk babble anyway, and nodding let his lips brush against his brother's fingers, which was already sending hot and heady waves though him, fighting back an excited shudder as he pulled his brother closer.
He was actually quite excited by the idea of all this, especially considering the other was a man. It had always been the only unattractive thing about doing this sort of thing with his sister- she could dominate him with kisses and petting (which he wasn't going to deny was always wonderously enjoyable) but when it actually came to anything further she could do little to really show her power over him... His brother, however, was more than capable.
He gave another slightly tighter squeeze, his lips moving to his brother's neck, giving him a soft bite in experimentation. He knew his other self had enjoyed the slightly rougher treatment (especially in dealing it) but his brother's tastes (other than the baffling one in himself) were unknown to him.]
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That thought in mind, he arches into the squeezes, pushing his body against the other's, and tilts his head as he feels that bite, giving his husband a small hum of encouragement to continue. He's hugely fond of roughness, but small bites and scratches were well within the range of what he found enjoyable. At one point he had a big thing for hair pulling, but he's much less likely to react favorably to receiving that after his run in with Soviet. It will probably still turn him on, he'll just be uncomfortably terrified as well.
He doesn't know that much about his brother's preferences either, although he knows there's a fondness for breath play and domination, although he's not sure if the second thing extents to him, or if it was just something he wanted from Brother. He likes to be a hands on learner though, so one hand worms it's way under his husband's shirt, stroking, squeezing, and scratching all of the skin he can get his fingers on.
His other hand goes to tug at the buttons on that shirt, suddenly glad that he's mostly naked. He's not sure how drunk Ivan is exactly, but he's guessing that buttons and zippers and clothes in general would probably be a hinderance.]
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The scratching was nice, very nice, the stroking and squeezing not as enjoyable but still somehow just as thrilling. It reminded him of the elevator again, and how close they'd gotten that time, before he'd had any experience with this kind of situation, and also when he wasn't entirely sure on how he felt about the circumstances. This Belarus was... a brother, not a sister, and he knew his sister's ideas on same sex... anything. That and his sexual preference had never really been questioned- afterall, it wasn't as Natalia was hiding anything under her petticoats other than he pretty little panties (and the delicious prize that laid beneath them)...
And here he was now married to a man and having the same man pawing him like he was little more than a drunken whore. It was more exhilarating than he ever could have imagined.]
Nikolas~~~
[He gave little to no negative reactions to his partner's rough handling however, his bucking into his brother and the obvious arousal already noticeable under his hemline, letting his brother undress him, his own hands now trying their hardest to slip discreetly under his brother's towel with little success in their being 'discreet movements'.]
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He finishes dealing with the other's shirt as fast as is humanly possible, then uses his now free hand to circle behind his brother's neck, pulling him down for a needy kiss. This was everything he wanted. Had he known his husband's line of though, he would probably object to the insinuation that he's treating him like a drunken whore, he's treating him like a drunken husband. Because they're married. It's a much nicer term and also did he mention they were married. Belboy felt it needed a little repetition. Because they're married.
He feels long fingers worming their way under the towel around his hips. He shifts eagerly into the touch. However, the towel isn't really being held on by anything at all, so when it's disturbed it slips easily to the floor. Nikolas is left completely naked, and quite obviously well on his way to being hard.
At this, he breaks the kiss with a slight chuckle, uttering a slightly breathless whoops, and then fair's fair into Vanya's ear before moving his own hands to divest the Russian of his belt and pants.]
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There was no retaliation to his husband pulling him down for a kiss, little but a drunken chuckle getting past his lips before they locked, one of his hand moving lazily upwards in a bid to hold him, forgetting where his fingers currently were. The towel coming off did little in sobering him, seeing his brother naked once more earning the other an audible purr of praise.
He wasn't going to be much help in getting his trousers off, and subconsciously he knew that, draping his arms around his brother's neck as the other was occupied, trying his best to stand steady as he peppered his brothers upperbody with kisses and nibbles, a visible twitch under the fabric of his pants more than enough to show his lover that any and all worries he had about this the first time were well and truely dispelled.]
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There's an audible intake of breath from Belarus as his brother's hands trail over him. A contented and encouraging sigh follows as his sink is pampered with affection. He's soon done with the fastenings on the pants, and pushes them down the other's legs as far as he can reach. Now done with their task, one hand slides up his husband's leg to settle on his hip, rubbing the flesh covered bone in small circles with his thumb. His other hand hesitates for just a moment before palming lightly over his husband's cock.]
Mmm~ You sure?
[As enthusiastic as his husband seems, he really doesn't want him to regret this in the morning, or to try and deny it. That had happened more times to him than he could count. Clear confirmation was important.]
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He felt his brother's fingers on his hip, a deep moan leaving his lips, his head resting on the other's shoulder for a moment, followed by a grunt of pleasure as he felt his lover's second hand hit it's target, rutting into the hand over his crotch instinctively as he pulled the other man closer, nuzzling his shoulder as his partner asked him what, to him at least, was a very stupid question. It earned Nikolas a half-lusty little giggle at least, that and a nod.]
Mmm-hmm- want this Nikolas, want it- want you, da? Want you to do it to me, da?
[He turned his attention to his lovers neck once more, nibbling and lapping at it like a cat trying to keep its owners attention, still rutting into his brother's hand inanely, the movement against the other's hand enough to start getting him hard.]
Am sure, very sure... Want to fuck my husband.
[Because afterall, he did marry you- sure there was something about him being married to Pax too or something, but he originally married you brother- he wants his goddamned honeymoon period.]
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His husband's erratic movements against his hand are hotter than he could have ever imagined them to be. When combined with the attention on his neck, and what's being said, it easily gets a low moan from Nikolas. He keeps his hand at his husband's groin, but pushes back, adding a little pressure.]
Nnnnh, God Vanya, I want it too. Want you so badly.
[There's another, slightly smaller moan here, and then the hand on his brother's hip is sliding up his body and pushing gently at his shoulder, urging him backwards.]
Bed. Now. Please~?
[He will fervently second the honeymoon period idea. He's actually ridiculously confused as to how it hasn't happened yet, but all that matters is that it's happening now at last.]
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The pressure is almost agonising, the knot in his guts as his arousal built tangibly tightening, earning his brother a half-forced mewl, his body tensing in a bid to keep the pressure of his body against his brothers very talented hand.
He gave a quick nuzzle before his brother seemed to push him away, a pang on fear running through him at the movement. He moved to get a better hold of his partner, not wanting him to suddenly try and escape the situation that they both obviously wanted, but relaxed as his brother's urged him of the intention. Thank god, for a moment he'd thought...
That didn't matter though, the Russian taking a step back as he was told, but no more, his arms still languidly laced around his partners neck, an almost arrogant smile playing on his lips.]
Do not plead Nikolas. That will not get me on the bed.
[He leaned in a moment, the arrogance on his lips obviously laced with play.]
Nikolas is big strong man... He should show it~~
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He feels his brother's arms tighten around him, and realizes the mistake he made. He's hypersensitive about being bailed on as well, so he knows the panicked feeling well. The moment is over however, and nothing bad came from his minor error, so he doesn't dwell on it.
Instead he focuses his attentions on what Russiarus just asked of him. Clearly the domination kink is not restricted to Pax, but Belarus is not sure how he feels about this. On the one hand, it's exhilarating to hold such power over his brother, but on the other, there's very good reasons he doesn't normally try and dominate Russias while sober.
It's what his husband wants though, and he desperately doesn't want to disappoint. He makes up his mind, and begins to move. His hand leaves the other's crotch to trail up his chest, and his other arm curls around the small of his back to press himself closely against his husband. With a small smile of his own, he answers, lips ghosting over his brother's ear.]
Alright Vanya, if that is what you want.~
[Belarus then does several things nearly simultaneously. One foot slides forward quickly, hooking around one of Russia's ankles, and he gives a sharp shove to his chest as well. He's hoping that this will break Vanya's balance, and cause him to go stumbling backwards the last few steps to the bed. In case he's just a little drunker than expected, Belarus's arm circling the other's waist should stop him from completely toppling over. It won't be a graceful means of getting there by any means, but it should be quick and efficient. And they will hopefully land in a nice tangled pile of limbs on the bed, and that's always good.]
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There was a brief moment of shock as his brother's shove connected, the movement itself somewhat disorientating. He felt something behind his foot, and something snaking round his sides and then suddenly he was on the bed with his brother on top of him in what felt like little more than a second.
If he was feeling any fear it certainly wasn't on his face, the Russian writhing a little under his brother's weight, enjoying the feeling of the other man's naked flesh on top of him, enjoying the skin contact with his own bared flesh, a drawn out moan leaving his lips. His hands moved slowly, finding themselves searching for his partner, snaking down the other man's back as far as they were able once they found their target.
You're right, tangled limbs are good~]
Lyubov moya, pridi ka mne~
[He squirmed a little more, trying to tease his brother to move up his body little further... but if he didn't want to that was fine too. Anything is good right now, whatever you want brother, just don't run away or do anything silly like that, yes?]
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The amount of contact between them had just increased exponentially, and the writhing made it that much better. Nikolas' eyes cloud over with lust, and his lips part, with a soft sound. As he feels hands glide over his back, he arches into the touch, wanting more. He pulls his arm from under his husband's body, and when he's prompted he eagerly slides himself forward, perfectly willing to line up their bodies more properly. When he manages to answer, his voice is husky and breathless, his words coming through a haze of pleasure.]
Konechno, konechno. Vse chto vy prosite.
[No, no running. Ever. That is a promise. In turn you can promise not to try and knock him out or anything equally ridiculous like that, right?]
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[Yes, possessive is good, very good. He's all yours~~
He arched as his brother slid against him, swallowing back a moan as he moved into the Russian's eyeline. There was little point though, as it resurfaced as his brother responded, the sounds mixed with a shudder. His brother was incredibly attractive, he knew that, but the lust on his voice and the look in his eyes did something that just boosted his appeal.]
Nikolas...
[He was a little unsure what the other man wanted, if he would want to dominate- for some reason he always seemed a little skittish when it came to topping (in all of the one time Russiarus had seen him face with the ultimatum) and, while he'd love to be dominated his brother's happiness did factor into all this... Just a little.]
Is Nikolas okay with this? Is okay with taking?
[If his brother said 'yes' then he'd better be willing to back his words up, if not well... he'd try and work something out- he didn't really have that much sexual experience, and none with topping men, so it would be a drunken adventure if he wanted to go along that route.]
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[Mmm, you're all his, and you are never going to leave, and only he gets to do this~ ....Right? I mean, Pax but. Nikolas hasn't seen Pax since the eye incident, and he's fairly sure that the man has been avoiding him, and is regretting their marriage, however impossible that seems.
That moan is music to his ears, and he is determined to hear more. He settles his weight on his elbows, draping himself across his husband without crushing him. He writhes a little, enjoying the feeling of having his husband against him, under him, if only because he's clearly also enjoying it. He lowers his face to your neck, gently licking, nibbling, and sucking at the skin there.
The questions reach him, and he hesitates, continuing his ministrations for one moment longer, but then he pulls back ever so slightly to answer.]
Yes.
[His voice is sure, firm. But he's not quite done yet.]
But I don't want to hurt you. I will not be as...negligent quick with preparing you as Brother was.
[Besides the burning feelings of jealousy, the one thing that bothered Nikolas about watching his two husbands was that Vanya was clearly in pain as he was penetrated. That might be...somewhat inevitable, but he could have done at least a little more to ease the process.]
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