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( Christmas Reveals )
Nearly the same could be said for this situation that he found himself in now. The key difference between the two, however, was that he wasn't currently panic stricken.
Far from it.
Matthew's head lolled back, lightly brushing the wall behind him. He bit at his knuckles as Russia roughly explored the inseam of his jeans, palming along from the button down the zipper. The Canadian's hair curl drifted lazily in front of him. He greedily snatched it with his tongue, sucking at it for added arousal.
"Don't you dare make a noise," Ivsn happily sang, the vibrations on the hair curl enough to drive his victim insane.
The eyebrows on Canada's face shot upwards in a face of pleasure and desperation and being overwhelmed. He started to rock his hips to the rythm of Russia's hands. On, up and down, beside, all around. Oh God, this evil man knew how to tease.
"Do you want it?" a now surprisingly deep seranade meandered into Matthew's ear as a large nose wriggled itself into the crook of his neck.
Hands found their way into the Canadian's trousers, and they were rolled silkily against his prey's excitedly slick cock.
"I said," Russia paused, "Do you want to come? Boy?"
Matthew couldn't handle it anymore. Like dynamite to an old tower, his knees buckled with pleasure and slammed together, and he was pidgeon-toed while curling his fists, sweating, and leaning against the wall for support.
"O-oh, yes, yes! Please, please, Iva-"
It ceased.
Canada wanted to whimper, but he knew it would ear him a well-swung strike to the face. Instead, he steered the conversation in the only direction he could- the way that Ivan wanted.
"How can I serve you?" a pre-taught phrase.
"How can I serve you what?"
Matthew shrunk a little, bowed his head, and stared into Russia's eyes with false submission.
"Master."
The cry of a zipper being undone.
"Suck me."
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"Ah, uh-uh," Ivan cooed, removing his pink tinted scarf, "You won't be touching yourself."
Silkily, Matthew's wrists were bound and suspended above him, the scarf was wrapped around several times and held to the wall a few feet up by the colossal man's palm. Squirming was useless. With his free hand, Ivan's fingers curled into the Canadian's locks, and drew the gaping lips to his body.
The Russian fluttered, the movement of his hips was very poetic, despite the fact that he was causing his toy's head to thump the wall melodically. He had a surprisingly deep voice when he was sexually engaged, and that's how Canada knew his daily tone was just an elaborate act.
The pace picked up. Matthew's lips strained, though he enjoyed this, the taste and feel of Russia. He moved his tongue, trying to help in any way he could without using his hands.
In what could only be described as pure insanity, Ivan dropped his second hand to the Canadian's temple. He started to literally sing a Russian children's nursery rhyme, the phrases broken by his heavy, pleasured breathing.
Not going to pass this chance up, Matthew snaked his fingers to his own excitement and stroked, squeezing. This is what he loved about this mentally unsound man- you never knew what you would get from him. For some reason, that was the most arousing thing that Canada had ever realized.
The singing had died down to a light hum, with the occasional grunt skewing the tune's pitch. Having spent himself moments before, Matthew's hands had traveled up to Ivan's body, willing him to come. He winced as the fingers in his hair nearly scalped him with force, and felt a hopeless heat heat destroy the back of his throat.
"A-all of it," Russia gasped in superiority.
Matthew did as he was told. Eventually, he was licking at the corners of his mouth and staring into Russia with expectantly huge eyes.
Ivan simply fastened the button on his slacks and zipped them up, muttering, "Get the fuck out of my sight."
Without being told twice, Canada adjusted his clothes and clamoured for the door.
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Yeeeees~~~<3
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Fffffff yaaaaaay~ <3
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I usually just write my fics out in a notebook, and then type it out on the computer. But I am stuck at college after the computer lab has closed so often, that an ipod is fine too~
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He'd seen him in the halls, all alone, eyes down, wandering from place to place. That's what made them so similar. The lonliness.
One day, away from Russia's cold, violet eyes, Gilbert stole a conversation.
Matthew looked back at him, confused.
"My n-name? Why... I'm Matthew. I'm Canada."
Gilbert nodded, taking note of this.
Several weeks later, they'd snuck away to a grand place where Ivan the terrible couldn't monitor them. They talked for hours, and finally, Canada leaned in close.
"If it's okay with you...," the Canadian gingerly started, "I'm going to kiss you."
With no more words, their lips met and Prussia wrapped his fingers into Matthew's curls.
They parted, panting. Gilbert sat on the ground with his legs splayed out. Along the place where his legs met, his attraction to this man was apparent.
"You're mine, now," Gilbert pouted, "Not his. Got that?"
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I like the contrast between Ivan in the previous parts, and an actually nice person (Gilbert) in this part. And, god that last sentence was adorable.
I can't wait for more!
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