Re: [Russia/Canada]Victory is a matter of perspective [3/6]
anonymous
June 26 2010, 00:45:32 UTC
Russia gripped his shoulders, and when he looked at him his pupils were dilated he almost couldn’t see their color. Canada gulped, adrenaline telling him to act instead of think. Do not think Matthew, donotthinkdonotthinkdonotthink.
Oblivious to his internal battle, Russia used his momentary lapse of conscience and kissed him. A bit off the angle and a bit too harsh, so his head collided with the locker behind him and their teeth clashed, but-but-goddamnit, that man could kiss.
His hand finally got Russia’s pants open, and he had to stop rubbing him for a second to tug it down, and it took him some effort because now his fingers were trembling along with his knees. And then his cock was there between them, and it was-bigger? Thicker? He honestly couldn’t tell. Russia had stopped kissing him when he was pushing his pants down, but now he was all over his face again.
His hands tested the weigh of Russia’s cock in his hands, giving it a few lazy strokes. Russia hummed something in his mouth that sounded very much like a throaty moan, and Canada almost came.
With great effort and a strong will, he managed to let go of Russia’s dick and push him away a little. Thankfully, Russia understood his signs and gave him some space to undo his own pants. It took seconds that seemed to last hours, but when he got the hem of his pants past his hipbones Russia got a hold of his wrists and stopped him.
“What-?” Canada looked up and found Russia staring straight at him, sending yet another set of shivers over him. Being look at like that wasn’t something he was used to.
“How do you want to do this?” Russia asked, and his voice was so small and quiet Canada barely recognized as being from the same nation that was feared all over the world.
“Ah… we could sit? Standing is rather uncomfortable.”
“I mean,” Russia spoke again, and Canada silenced to be able to hear him over his heartbeat. “You want top?”
Alright, now Canada was confused. “Why are you even asking that?”
Russia’s hand slid from his shoulders and rested over his first couple of ribs, in a comforting manner. “You won, you should choose.”
Canada blinked at him. Then blinked some more. And then pulled him down kissed the lights out of him. He had never been asked whether he wanted to top or not, usually he topped who didn’t oppose and bottomed for those who did, and now came Russia acting in the most un-Russia way possible, and for all he was worth Canada wished he could understand why.
“Bottom,” He heard himself say after his mouth dislodged from Russia’s. Russia nodded, and leaved him for a moment to grab something in his locker. He looked back to Canada and motioned the bench not too far away. Canada mouthed an okay and followed him there, trying his best not to think how awkward this situation was. Him, in the lockers, about to have sex with Russia of all countries.
Re: [Russia/Canada]Victory is a matter of perspective [4/6]
anonymous
June 26 2010, 00:46:35 UTC
Russia sat on the bench with his legs open, touching himself idly while Canada sat beside him. Russia gave him a look Canada couldn’t read, and pulled him over him thighs, kissing his lips softly.
But, awkward as it was, it was already one of the best sexual experiences Canada ever had.
A cool digit probed his muscle ring gently, slick lube and warming at the touch. It slid in, and he took a deep breath to relax himself. He knew Russia was watching him, but he didn’t want to see another unreadable look and pressed his forehead to Russia’s shoulder. Another finger entered him, and along with the other they stretched and rubbed and went even deeper, deeper, until-
“Fuck.” He felt Russia’s smile on his skin. Damn bastard.
From his point of view he could see when Russia got the lube (probably the something he grabbed from his locker, it would explain a lot), and poured a good amount on Canada’s cock. He hissed at the cold gel against his heated skin, but when Russia took him in his hand and stroked him in time with his massaging fingers all he wanted was more. And he told him so. Vehemently. And loudly.
Russia pressed his lips on his cheek, and there was the smile he was talking about. He watched him pour lube over his erection and give it a few good pumps. His fingers left him, and Canada felt his ass twitching for a moment. But it really only lasted a moment.
Then he complied Canada’s request slowly, going all the way in until Canada’s breath hitched. It was his cue to stop, go out and slide back in again. When Canada began to feel slightly bored he maneuvered him down on the bench and lifted his legs over his shoulders, trying the new angle with twice the spirit.
“Ah, better,” He muttered quietly, going so fast his skin started to sweat.
Canada threw his head back when it was too much, feeling his own erection rub against Russia’s stomach each time he came forth, the friction burning his sensitive skin. He came suddenly, catching Russia off-guard when he was going back, and some of his come caught his hair. It caused him to lose his concentration and his knee to slip and then Russia fell all over him in a very ungraceful way.
They both laid still, waiting the other to make the first move.
Canada, being raised by a self-declared gentleman, tried first. “Uh, you okay?”
Russia, being raised by a so called barbarian, made a face. “Had worse.”
Canada fidgeted a little. Russia sighed, backing away slowly and standing up.
“I’m going to shower,” He announced, eyes anywhere but him. Canada nodded, and waited him to be away and with the water running to bang his head down at the bench. Talk about awkward and weird and fucked up! What had he been thinking! Better yet, he remembered himself, what had he not been thinking!
He would not be able to look at Russia for a whole year afterwards, crap, he even busted a nut on the man and he-he-
Canada’s eyes went impossibly wide. He hadn’t finished. After being all gentle and thoughtful, he didn’t, he didn’t even-
He glanced back to the stall Russia had entered, steam coloring the tiles. Turning the thinking part of his brain off, he stood. He didn’t really know how he was going to do it, but he had a pretty consistent idea of what he wanted.
Canada found Russia with a crease between his eyebrows, and a boner between his legs. He must’ve looked mad, because Russia backed to the side wall when he entered the stall. Well, he did fell mad.
“Matvey, what…”
“What were you thinking, eh?” He slammed his hands on both sides of Russia’s head, and it would’ve had an even more impressing effect if the action hadn’t been followed by a loud splash.
Russia narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together, eyes running to the only possible exit. Canada saw this and blocked his view by coming so close Russia was almost cross-eyed.
“I won remember? It means you got to do whatever I tell you to.”
Russia blinked, a small smirk forming in his lips. “You won by a goal.”
Canada mirrored his smirk, and descended a hand to take hold of the massive erection between them.
Re: [Russia/Canada]Victory is a matter of perspective [5/5]
anonymous
June 26 2010, 00:48:22 UTC
Not only forgot the numbers, but also counted them wrong. Sorry about that guys.
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Canada crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched Russia drink his tea in small sips. His hair was still wet; it took them over an hour to clean it. “I have a question.”
Russia looked up, and put his cup down. “What is it?”
“How come big, scary you is so gentle in bed?” Russia actually laughed at that, and Canada slowly backed away from the table.
“If you respect your partner, then making them feel good is also pleasure. I’m not so gentle with whom I don’t respect,” He took another small sip, as if he had just commented about the weather.
Canada reproached the table carefully, cutting a piece of his cake with the fork.
“My turn to ask a question,” Canada felt Russia’s eyes on him again, but didn’t look up to meet them.
“Shoot.”
“You are not telling this to your brother, are you?”
At that, Canada did look up. “I didn’t tell Al about our hockey games, why would I tell him something like that? He would just freak out, seriously.”
Russia seemed satisfied. He loosened the scarf around his neck, and watched Canada cut another piece of cake and put it in his mouth.
“We should do it again.”
Russia and Canada looked at each other in confusion until they realized they had spoken at the same time. Canada laughed while Russia allowed an amused light to color his eyes.
“The hockey or the sex?” Russia asked, eying Canada with a look he couldn’t read.
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anonymous
June 26 2010, 02:38:24 UTC
fgjkweryt34io wefmweklsncsdufn c sjdmncxfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. ILU so much right now. This pairing! Gloating hockey Canada! Gentle Russia! falling over during sex. *flailingmotions* ILU
captcha: "sauciest almost" Canada was certainly saucy.
Re: [Russia/Canada]Victory is a matter of perspective [5/5]
anonymous
July 7 2010, 02:24:11 UTC
Hi anon, you're awesome - you made a fic that makes me happy in my pants and my brain. :D
One: HOCKEY SEX. 'nough said. Two: Russia that wasn't a rapetruck. ♥ Three: Winning the game didn't automatically meant Canada topped, and when given the choice he decided to bottom. Subverting the "whose dick goes where = power" trope ftw! Four: The not taking-all-of-Russia's-cock-at-first during the sex was both hot and made my accuracy!anon self glee. Five: Imperfect sex - the fall made me laugh irl.
There were a few odd word choices - "lapse of conscience," instead of "attention" or some such, "eyes running" instead of "moving" or "going" - that made me "^_^?" but didn't throw me out of the story. I don't know if those are false friends or intentional, but it might be useful to add in another editing sweep for things like that. Yanno, if you care. >>; THAT SAID your grammar is generally excellent so you get a reason Six: GRAMMAR YAY. Smut + Grammar = my OTP
But seriously this is awesome & you're awesome. LOTS OF LOVE.
Re: [Russia/Canada]Victory is a matter of perspective [5/5]
anonymous
July 9 2010, 02:17:47 UTC
First of all, THANK YOU, LOVELY! You're too kind!
About the word choices, well, you see, I'm just so used to them that I never thought it could sound odd to someone else. I'll try to be more careful from now on, thank you for pointing it out for me!
Oblivious to his internal battle, Russia used his momentary lapse of conscience and kissed him. A bit off the angle and a bit too harsh, so his head collided with the locker behind him and their teeth clashed, but-but-goddamnit, that man could kiss.
His hand finally got Russia’s pants open, and he had to stop rubbing him for a second to tug it down, and it took him some effort because now his fingers were trembling along with his knees. And then his cock was there between them, and it was-bigger? Thicker? He honestly couldn’t tell. Russia had stopped kissing him when he was pushing his pants down, but now he was all over his face again.
His hands tested the weigh of Russia’s cock in his hands, giving it a few lazy strokes. Russia hummed something in his mouth that sounded very much like a throaty moan, and Canada almost came.
With great effort and a strong will, he managed to let go of Russia’s dick and push him away a little. Thankfully, Russia understood his signs and gave him some space to undo his own pants. It took seconds that seemed to last hours, but when he got the hem of his pants past his hipbones Russia got a hold of his wrists and stopped him.
“What-?” Canada looked up and found Russia staring straight at him, sending yet another set of shivers over him. Being look at like that wasn’t something he was used to.
“How do you want to do this?” Russia asked, and his voice was so small and quiet Canada barely recognized as being from the same nation that was feared all over the world.
“Ah… we could sit? Standing is rather uncomfortable.”
“I mean,” Russia spoke again, and Canada silenced to be able to hear him over his heartbeat. “You want top?”
Alright, now Canada was confused. “Why are you even asking that?”
Russia’s hand slid from his shoulders and rested over his first couple of ribs, in a comforting manner. “You won, you should choose.”
Canada blinked at him. Then blinked some more. And then pulled him down kissed the lights out of him. He had never been asked whether he wanted to top or not, usually he topped who didn’t oppose and bottomed for those who did, and now came Russia acting in the most un-Russia way possible, and for all he was worth Canada wished he could understand why.
“Bottom,” He heard himself say after his mouth dislodged from Russia’s. Russia nodded, and leaved him for a moment to grab something in his locker. He looked back to Canada and motioned the bench not too far away. Canada mouthed an okay and followed him there, trying his best not to think how awkward this situation was. Him, in the lockers, about to have sex with Russia of all countries.
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But, awkward as it was, it was already one of the best sexual experiences Canada ever had.
A cool digit probed his muscle ring gently, slick lube and warming at the touch. It slid in, and he took a deep breath to relax himself. He knew Russia was watching him, but he didn’t want to see another unreadable look and pressed his forehead to Russia’s shoulder. Another finger entered him, and along with the other they stretched and rubbed and went even deeper, deeper, until-
“Fuck.” He felt Russia’s smile on his skin. Damn bastard.
From his point of view he could see when Russia got the lube (probably the something he grabbed from his locker, it would explain a lot), and poured a good amount on Canada’s cock. He hissed at the cold gel against his heated skin, but when Russia took him in his hand and stroked him in time with his massaging fingers all he wanted was more. And he told him so. Vehemently. And loudly.
Russia pressed his lips on his cheek, and there was the smile he was talking about. He watched him pour lube over his erection and give it a few good pumps. His fingers left him, and Canada felt his ass twitching for a moment. But it really only lasted a moment.
Then he complied Canada’s request slowly, going all the way in until Canada’s breath hitched. It was his cue to stop, go out and slide back in again. When Canada began to feel slightly bored he maneuvered him down on the bench and lifted his legs over his shoulders, trying the new angle with twice the spirit.
“Ah, better,” He muttered quietly, going so fast his skin started to sweat.
Canada threw his head back when it was too much, feeling his own erection rub against Russia’s stomach each time he came forth, the friction burning his sensitive skin. He came suddenly, catching Russia off-guard when he was going back, and some of his come caught his hair. It caused him to lose his concentration and his knee to slip and then Russia fell all over him in a very ungraceful way.
They both laid still, waiting the other to make the first move.
Canada, being raised by a self-declared gentleman, tried first. “Uh, you okay?”
Russia, being raised by a so called barbarian, made a face. “Had worse.”
Canada fidgeted a little. Russia sighed, backing away slowly and standing up.
“I’m going to shower,” He announced, eyes anywhere but him. Canada nodded, and waited him to be away and with the water running to bang his head down at the bench. Talk about awkward and weird and fucked up! What had he been thinking! Better yet, he remembered himself, what had he not been thinking!
He would not be able to look at Russia for a whole year afterwards, crap, he even busted a nut on the man and he-he-
Canada’s eyes went impossibly wide. He hadn’t finished. After being all gentle and thoughtful, he didn’t, he didn’t even-
He glanced back to the stall Russia had entered, steam coloring the tiles. Turning the thinking part of his brain off, he stood. He didn’t really know how he was going to do it, but he had a pretty consistent idea of what he wanted.
Canada found Russia with a crease between his eyebrows, and a boner between his legs. He must’ve looked mad, because Russia backed to the side wall when he entered the stall. Well, he did fell mad.
“Matvey, what…”
“What were you thinking, eh?” He slammed his hands on both sides of Russia’s head, and it would’ve had an even more impressing effect if the action hadn’t been followed by a loud splash.
Russia narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together, eyes running to the only possible exit. Canada saw this and blocked his view by coming so close Russia was almost cross-eyed.
“I won remember? It means you got to do whatever I tell you to.”
Russia blinked, a small smirk forming in his lips. “You won by a goal.”
Canada mirrored his smirk, and descended a hand to take hold of the massive erection between them.
“It was a fucking painting.”
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Canada crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched Russia drink his tea in small sips. His hair was still wet; it took them over an hour to clean it. “I have a question.”
Russia looked up, and put his cup down. “What is it?”
“How come big, scary you is so gentle in bed?” Russia actually laughed at that, and Canada slowly backed away from the table.
“If you respect your partner, then making them feel good is also pleasure. I’m not so gentle with whom I don’t respect,” He took another small sip, as if he had just commented about the weather.
Canada reproached the table carefully, cutting a piece of his cake with the fork.
“My turn to ask a question,” Canada felt Russia’s eyes on him again, but didn’t look up to meet them.
“Shoot.”
“You are not telling this to your brother, are you?”
At that, Canada did look up. “I didn’t tell Al about our hockey games, why would I tell him something like that? He would just freak out, seriously.”
Russia seemed satisfied. He loosened the scarf around his neck, and watched Canada cut another piece of cake and put it in his mouth.
“We should do it again.”
Russia and Canada looked at each other in confusion until they realized they had spoken at the same time. Canada laughed while Russia allowed an amused light to color his eyes.
“The hockey or the sex?” Russia asked, eying Canada with a look he couldn’t read.
“Both.”
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captcha: "sauciest almost" Canada was certainly saucy.
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One: HOCKEY SEX. 'nough said.
Two: Russia that wasn't a rapetruck. ♥
Three: Winning the game didn't automatically meant Canada topped, and when given the choice he decided to bottom. Subverting the "whose dick goes where = power" trope ftw!
Four: The not taking-all-of-Russia's-cock-at-first during the sex was both hot and made my accuracy!anon self glee.
Five: Imperfect sex - the fall made me laugh irl.
There were a few odd word choices - "lapse of conscience," instead of "attention" or some such, "eyes running" instead of "moving" or "going" - that made me "^_^?" but didn't throw me out of the story. I don't know if those are false friends or intentional, but it might be useful to add in another editing sweep for things like that. Yanno, if you care. >>; THAT SAID your grammar is generally excellent so you get a reason Six: GRAMMAR YAY. Smut + Grammar = my OTP
But seriously this is awesome & you're awesome. LOTS OF LOVE.
*bookmarks*
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About the word choices, well, you see, I'm just so used to them that I never thought it could sound odd to someone else. I'll try to be more careful from now on, thank you for pointing it out for me!
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