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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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