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“Da?” Was all it took for Ivan to solidify his thought. He tossed the German on his stomach and proceeded to mount him, struggling to do so as Ludwig clenched his thighs together, resisting. One of the remaining water globes came smashing down, cracking against his skull to make him comply and it worked as he momentarily sagged against the tiles, before howling as the barely lubricated Russian thrust in. Goddamn, he was tight. Obviously, he was still the dominator in whatever relationship he was in.. Meaning it was just like Berlin so many decades ago. Ivan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around the crying Nation’s body, pulling him into a hug as he tried forcing himself in more. His sheer weight was knocking Ludwig down to a submissive position, but his muscles were still tense, his teeth snapping when Ivan drew near, clenching so tight Ivan thought he was going to prematurely come inside! But as wonderfully painful as it was, Ivan still had a fear in him that he was going to break him too soon, and he squeezed him tighter to his body, causing Ludwig to gasp in pain. He kissed the back of his neck, using his weight to force the German flat against the ground before he began to rock into him, growling lowly as he did, for it was unfortunately starting to hurt a bit.
“Relax, Ludwig..” He said it more for Ludwig’s sake than his. “Calm down… you lost.. There’s no shame.”
“F-Fuck you!” The spitting raged voice came back. He sighed and one hand again slammed the German’s temple against the ground, making him spit up blood and a curse before he leaned back and nearly unsheathed himself, feeling the Nation try squeezing on his cock. A few slams of the head stopped his defiant action and Ivan let a line of saliva drip between their bodies, giving his cock a bit of a coat before he was pushing Ludwig back against the floor, bucking into him with a harder force and purring at the friction. He was being too nice.
“A-Ahh! S…Sh.. Shiiiit… F-Fuck, Ivan… G-Get off!” He still had the nerve to say! Maybe there was a miscommunication, though. He recalled the small bit of ‘Americanisms’ that he had learned when that little wannabe-world ruler had challenged him. ‘Get Off’ could refer to him ‘Getting Off’ which.. If he remembered..
“Do you want me to come already?”
“GET OFF!”
“Well!” Ivan blinked, nuzzling Ludwig’s cheek before he pulled away when he lashed out. “I usually don’t come instantaneously-”
“GET OUT OF ME YOU RAPING BASTARD! NOOOW! AHHHH!” Ivan bit down on the nape of his neck, hard, making him screech louder and thrash, the blood flowing into his eager mouth. Normally, when he did this, it was a sign of his power and control over them, that they would be his no matter what. But this.. Was different. He wanted to mark Germany to remind him that yes, he was his, but there was a hidden motive that his brain was telling him also. Maybe as a plea for him to take the mark like he did. Ivan really did adore Ludwig. He began licking the wound as he thrust, for once feeling the German under him relaxing, his voice going from low growls of hate to a low constant moan. He still clenched every chance he could muster, still snapped if he tried to kiss him or place any affectionate marks near his collarbone, but he had gotten into a rhythm and was thrusting back, cheeks red as he did, biting his lip with such force it bled a little. Ivan gave a chuckle.
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