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“Mhhmm-Ple..aaah...”
“Say again?” Ivan planted a quick wet kiss on the corner of Alfred’s mouth, busy fingers now straightened, rigid and patiently waiting for the American to repeat himself.
“Please...I-I’m gonna...ahh- FUCK, PLEASE!” Tonight might be the only time he would ever hear such polite manners from his rival.
Jutting in deep once more, Ivan pulled his fingers out completely, nudging the other country upright, and inviting him down further onto his lap. Still twitching in mid-gyration with the slightest hump, Alfred, in his haze, slowly eased himself down onto the other country’s impressive size, leading him in full mast. Torturously inching all the way down to the hilt of his dripping cock, a tiny spark blossomed into flames, engulfing inside and all around, coiling in ripples through both locked countries with a familiar assurance. Pleasure spread and lapped like vaporous tongues of steam.
Russia bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, completely tucked inside America. ’So warm...’
Legs folded beneath him, clawing and bunching at the blanket like a man fighting gravity for all he’s worth, America rose and fell, impaling himself again, practically dead weight, around the thick and fleshy tract of land punched up into him. An anonymous duo of heaving sighs and the sucking slaps of flesh on flesh gradually sped up. The knotted bundle of nerves had grown tighter within him, with every pound, especially when Russia’s wanderlust touch found the enticing warmth of his inner-thighs.
Suddenly Alfred halted mid bounce, wide eyed and grasping at the space a little to the left of his navel.
-His still tiny passenger had apparently given him a short budge, unable to tolerant the wild jerks of it’s parents. All movement (besides Alaska’s short lived shifts) ceased, and complete and undeterred focus centered solely between the countries. ...As the few seconds of unspoken anxiety over the child’s well being lifted, Alfred gave his middle a relieved pat.
“What?” Ivan looked concerned, despite the lusty mist saturating his every pore.
“‘s fine,” Alfred slurred with a breathy sigh to assure the somewhat off-putting look from below. “C’mon, m’not ly~in’.” Readying himself for the next powerful lunge of their hips, America was slowed by Russia, handling the low incline of his abdomen.
“Ah~ah~ah...do you not think you should be more gentle dorogoy?” he cooed, sliding his taunting thumb up and down the base of Alfred’s hard length, tracing a prominent vein. His touch was purposely short, brief and instigating, voice smooth and composed despite his being in the dead center of a good hot fucking.
Before Alfred could give him very frustrated swipe and inform (or as best he could) Ivan he didn’t need his two-cents on the how-to’s of parenting (pre-parenting, whatever!), he was captured in a tight heavy armed embrace that literally flew up and encircled him.
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-Their rules had already been thrown out the window the very second they’d begun, so there was little the democratic nation could do in protest to the overwhelming anatomy consuming him, his chin and Adam’s-apple fit so snugly over the heavily padded curve of the older nation’s shoulder. So he gave in to the hands at play like a harpist on his backbone, winding his legs more comfortably around the body pressing into him, ushering Russia deeper and tighter inside.
Wound around one another, they were so perfectly matched in the dark.
The countries began to move, rocking and grinding together in slow and small intervals, basking in a distant glow that increased into a terrible hot-ice burn. Throbbing and pulsing either knew they wouldn’t last much longer.
America so badly wanted to jerk himself off into completion, but his every inch of him was practically plastered between the two bodies burying into one another. His stubby and coarse nails raked and tore into that beautifully rippled ivory back, furiously digging to find bliss.
Hot-God-So hot-Yes-Yes-PleasePLEASEPLEASE
-Past the deep dark blue and burning reds here and there, Ivan crooned a single breathy word past Alfred’s ear, yearning for those white and gold flashes. As if it were their last.
This was enough to send him hurtling over the edge. Russia’s human name was lost in a hoarse sob, that wracked through America’s burning throat, as he finally let loose his release, coating their stomachs in his essence.
Russia followed soon after, devoured by the stroking heat surrounding him. The ring of muscle clenched tightly around his length, and at this juncture he pulled back and gently thrust up inside the American, coming in heaving spurts and filling him with warmth. Though exhausted and limp the young country still held onto him for dear life, amidst the crashing waves of their climax.
They rode out each rolling wave of their orgasm, even after collapsing on the bed. Barely able to untangled, as the calmed tempest pulled them into sleep, America clumsily crushed his lips to Russia’s, without point or purpose. Just because he wanted to.
“So...I guess...” Alfred mumbled inches from Ivan’s lips, laughing lightly, “r’you...okay w’this?” His soft laugh was low and messy, but tinkled like falling snow
Though exhaustion was numbing him like hemlock, vision steadily fading to black, Russia managed to nod once. Softly knocking their foreheads together, the countries slipped into unconsciousness.
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