The Lord's Right (Droit de Seigneur)
anonymous
April 1 2010, 03:15:54 UTC
"The lord's right" or Droit de Seigneur is used to describe an alleged legal right allowing the lord of an estate to take the virginity of the estate's virgins. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Droit_de_seigneur)
Nation A exercising this on Nation B. Can also be human AU, with one of them being a lord/prince/master.
Pairings preferred (in the given order seme/uke): FrUK, UKUS, Austria/Prussia, ItaGer, Canada/Russia or, if you wanna do a role reversal, Belarus/Russia
Bonus: -fairly confident and posessive seme, exercising his rights to own the other and do what he wants with him -no crying, whiny uke, but he can be nervous, angry, ashamed, etc. -it'd be nice of the "lord" took his time ravishing and enjoying the other's body, worshipping his rougher hands, more muscular body, etc. -bordering on non-con, definitely dub-con, but no bleeding or torture (though kinkiness is fine), and both have to come (multiple times very appreciated) -if you somehow involve overstimulation of the uke and inserting something in their hole, be it anal beads, dildos or even some kind of fruit/vegetbale/CANDLE/anything with *that* shape, I will love you forever
[Canada/Russia] A lord's right [1/?]
anonymous
July 25 2010, 18:34:03 UTC
Human AU, Canada/Russia. Hope OP will like it ;)
“You summoned me, Matvey?”
Matthew felt a strange ripple of something spiraling inside his stomach at the endearment. No matter how many years passed, Ivan always called him that way, whether he was a seven-year-old child or a twenty-one feudal Lord. He gestured for the man to come closer.
“I did, Ivan. We have much to discuss.”
Ivan approached the end of table where Matthew was seated, but remained standing. He had put on his best clothes, Matthew noted, the ones that were less frayed and worn out. It warmed his heart a bit to see that he had dressed up to meet him.
“You may sit beside me, Ivan,” He said with a chuckle, eying his every move.
To say that Matthew harbored feelings for his subordinate was an understatement. He had been in love with him for nearly a decade, since Ivan and his family had come to his father’s feud.
“Thank you, Matvey,” Ivan bowed his head out of habit, and took a seat next to Matthew and inch of two closer to him than he should. He looked up at the owner of his lands, and waited; his eyes reflecting the flame of the candle.
Matthew lost a few seconds watching Ivan watch him. He had reasons to believe his feelings were reciprocated - something in the way Ivan looked at him, how he spoke a volume quieter in his presence, how his hands twitched when Matthew came too close, as if yearning to touch him. But he doubted the man was aware of his own feelings, if he, Matthew himself, only had the opportunity to understand his own when he returned from his travel to the French court, where he had stayed for a year with his godfather.
Had he never been to Paris, he wouldn’t even fathom the possibilities that existed in the relations between two men. The things his godfather had taught him…
“What would you like to discuss?” Ivan’s voice interrupted his train of thought. Matthew blinked a few times before recomposing himself.
“Oh, that. Well, I’m sure you’re aware that Yekaterina is very dear to me,” Matthew started. He poured a glass of water for himself, giving Ivan time to absorb his words. “I only have her best interests at mind, but now that she is to be married…”
“If this is about the marriage fee, then I can assure you that we have the necessary amount of money.” Ivan interrupted him suddenly, a slight frown etched between his eyebrows.
Matthew took a deep breath before continuing, feeling his heart beat faster in distress. “It’s not about the money, Ivan.”
“Then, Matvey, I don’t understand-”
“Droit de Seigneur.” Matthew breathed out softly. He felt as if he had just spilled lead from his mouth; the words hanging heavy and poisonous in the air.
Neither spoke for what seemed a long time. Carefully, Matthew lifted his gaze to peer at the other and found him staring at his cup of water, his frown deeper.
“I’m really sorry, Ivan, if there was a way to avoid it-”
“Take me.”
Matthew’s heart suddenly stopped, and he felt something icy run down his throat. Ivan was looking at him an ugly frown marring his handsome face and a hard resolution in his eyes. It was the opportunity Matthew had always wanted, but it was wrong and twisted and not how it was supposed to be at all.
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [2/?]
anonymous
July 25 2010, 18:34:55 UTC
“I can’t,” He nearly choke the words out of his mouth, not able to sustain Ivan’s gaze. “It has to be her, if they find out I didn’t fulfilled my obligations, if my father finds out-!”
He felt something cold touch his skin and realized it was Ivan; he had reached a hand out to touch his face, but seemed taken by surprise by his own actions as his fingertips brushed the young heir’s skin. Matthew watched mesmerized as Ivan pulled his hand away from his face and reached to grasp one of his hands.
“Your father doesn’t need to know,” Ivan said slowly, carefully. His hand was cold against Matthew’s, and his fingers were shaking. “He still is away chasing your brother again, yes? Who knows how long that will take.”
“Might take long; Alfred said he wanted to see lions this time,” Matthew’s voice had dropped to a whisper, but he didn’t seem to notice. He could feel every callous in Ivan’s hand, every scar and every blister.
“I’ve never seen a lion,” Ivan admitted, his voice mirroring Matthew’s.
“I saw one in Paris.” Paris, where he had learned which were the finest wines and how to make another man bend and writhe and moan beneath him. Ivan’s hand was warming, or that might be only because he was scorching inside. He imagined Ivan on his bed, arching his back and filling his mouth with his name as he stood behind him and- “I-I take you offer.”
Ivan blinked, violet eyes focusing him for a moment before dropping to the ground. “Thank you, Matvey,” He brought Matthew’s hand to his lips and kissed it with chapped lips. “You’re too good.”
Matthew watched his hand be kissed by the rough texture of his lips, and refused to acknowledge the feeling that he might not be as good as Ivan thought he was.
“Listen to me now, Ivan,” He said, putting as much authority in his voice as he could muster. “Tonight you will dress as your sister, and you will come to my door. You must let everyone see you, understand? I’ll be waiting for you after supper.”
Ivan nodded, eyes still trailed to the ground. Matthew gave his hand a soft tug. “You can go now.”
The moment Ivan left room, Matthew stood. He had much to prepare before supper.
------------------------------------- Smex in the next part
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [3/?]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 22:34:09 UTC
Ivan walked a straight line to the main house, his steps a little too heavy then his sister’s would’ve been. Neither Yekaterina nor Matthew needed to know he had a bigger reason for taking his sister’s place than her honor alone. He had developed an attraction for the Lord’s son ever since he had returned from his travels, and the mere thought of him taking someone else to his bed was… inconceivable.
But Ivan knew his place; he knew the boy was of noble lineage, destined to a higher existence, while he lived in the mud among the pigs. He knew Matthew would forget all about him the moment he turned his back.
Ivan only had to knock once for Matthew to open the door himself, his face only slightly flushed.
“Someone saw you?” He asked in haste, stepping aside and allowing Ivan inside. He didn’t miss the movement of the many skirts each time Ivan shifted. The poor fabric didn’t enhance Ivan’s big bulk in the least.
“Nearly everyone,” Ivan dropped the hood, looking at Matthew for approval, “But I believe many haven’t. Should I go out again?”
“No, nonononono, it’s fine. It’s absolutely fine. Come, it’s warmer near the fireplace.” Matthew took one of Ivan’s hand and guided him to the other room, much more illuminated by the fire and the strategic placed candles.
He turned to Ivan to tell him something, but paused for a second to take in the sight of his surprised face. “I didn’t think you would waste so many candles,” He murmured, and Matthew had to resist the urge to chuckle.
“It was for a good reason,” Matthew reasoned, and it earned him a disbelieving look from Ivan. “Now come, I want you to be comfortable. Have you eaten?”
“I have.” Ivan looked around, raising an eyebrow, “Where are your house servants?”
Matthew motioned for him to seat on the armchair close to the fire, which Ivan, though a bit reluctantly, complied. “I sent them home for the night.”
“Why?” Ivan followed Matthew’s movements with his head, as the boy went from side to side gathering things.
“I wanted some privacy. Besides, it wouldn’t do to have someone snooping around and finding out that you aren’t your sister, eh?”
Ivan fell silent after that, chiding himself internally for acting out of place. He shifted uneasily on his seat, unsure of what he was supposed to do in situations like these. He didn’t have time to divagate too much about it though, as Matthew finally stopped beside him, a smile gracing his features.
“It’s really warm here, isn’t it?” He asked softly, one of his hands closing around Ivan’s shoulder.
Ivan swallowed soundlessly, nodding, “It is.”
Matthew looked down at him, his eyes lingering a moment before he caught himself leaning towards him and backed a few steps, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Would you like something to drink? I don’t have much to offer, but I found a bottle of rum.”
Ivan watched Matthew fill a cup to the rim and bring it carefully with both hands to where he was. Matthew looked to the cup, and then at Ivan, “You drink first.”
Ivan nodded dumbly, taking the cup in his hands and bringing it to his lips, gulping down a couple of mouthfuls. He looked back up at the other, “Your turn, Matvey.”
Matthew received the cup and turned it, so that his mouth would touch where Ivan’s had. Rum tasted sour on his tongue, but he swallowed it without complaint. He lifted his eyes and found Ivan’s watching him, waiting. He liked his lips, his heart beating wildly.
“Here,” He handed the cup to Ivan. “Now close your eyes.”
Ivan did, bringing the cup blindly to his lips Matthew watched his Adam’s apple bob a couple of times before slowly sinking to his knees. “Keep drinking,” he ordered softly, putting a hand on each of Ivan’s knees and pulling them apart.
“Matvey?” Ivan asked, his breath hitching as Matthew pulled the skirts up, one at a time. His eyes still closed.
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [4/?]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 22:37:50 UTC
“Shhh.” Matthew undid Ivan’s poorly made boots and pulled them off along with his thick woolen socks. “Drink more.”
Ivan did as he was told, though his fingers shook and he could barely refrain from gasping when a soft hand reached between his legs and touched him gently. He hadn’t put on his long johns fearing that they might be perceptible under the skirts. He bit his bottom lip to keep his erratic breathing inside. Matthew pulled his knees further apart and filled the space between them, pushing the skirts even higher.
“Ah, Ivan,” He let out a delighted breath right over his most sensitive area. “You’re so big.”
Ivan felt his whole head warm up and his eyes opened accidently, just in time to see Matthew open his mouth and lick the tip of his cock tentatively.
“Matvey…” His hitched breath reached a higher octave when Matthew took the smooth head of his member in his mouth. “Don’t, it’s improper and, and, and dirty. You’re a-I’m, no, no, ah-”
Matthew sucked around his sensitive head, his tongue dancing inside his mouth. Ivan was at a loss, too many conflicting emotions all at once. This was much more intense than his wildest fantasies had ever been.
As his mouth worked on the tip, Matthew brought a hand to stroke the shaft, feeling it swollen easily under his touch. He could feel Ivan’s whole body convulsing around him, his ragged breathing filling up the room. It didn’t take him long to come, crying out rather loudly and filling Matthew’s mouth. Matthew pulled out and watched Ivan slowly return from his blissful height with some amusement, before spitting the come out onto the fire.
“Ivan? Are you okay?” He asked with a chuckle, taking the cup from his tight grasp and taking a sip before putting it away.
Slumped on the armchair, Ivan looked at him with glassy eyes. Took him more than a moment to remember who Matthew was and try to recompose himself as best as he could, “Yes, my Lord.”
Matthew frowned a little. Ivan had never called him by his title unless they were in the presence of his father. He chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking. He reached a hand out to push Ivan’s hair away from his sweaty forehead, but Ivan turned his head away from the touch.
“What’s up with the attitude?” He questioned, frustration swelling up inside him. “You didn’t like it, is that it?”
Ivan was looking down to the ground, but from the hard lines in his jaw Matthew could see that there was something bothering him. Matthew grasped the front of Ivan’s vests and forced him in his direction. Ivan’s still kept his eyes averted, and Matthew thought he was going to burst a vein because of this impossibly hardheaded man.
“Look at me, Ivan, that’s an order!” Matthew hated using his authority over his subordinates, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t if he had to.
Ivan slowly turned his eyes to him, dilated pupils trailing his face before focusing on his eyes. So much shame on those depths, that Matthew’s heart skipped a beat. He brought both hands to his face and cupped it between them, pulling Ivan down touch his forehead with his.
“What’s wrong, Ivan?” He asked softly, feeling Ivan’s cold sweat between his fingers.
“This,” Ivan whispered, his voice strained and grainy. “This is wrong, Matvey. You’re the Lord, I’m just-I’m just a peasant. It isn’t supposed to feel this good.”
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [5/?]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 22:41:30 UTC
No one saw that de-anon >_>
Matthew tilted his head up to kiss the corner of Ivan’s lips. “Is that what’s bothering you?” He felt Ivan nod against his skin and pressed another kiss on the same spot. “Well, that doesn’t bother me.”
“It doesn’t?” Ivan spoke into his cheek, his hands coming to hold Matthew’s shoulders; his fingertips pressing lightly into his clothed skin. “Why not?”
“Because, Ivan,” Matthew chuckled, resting his lips on top of Ivan’s, memorizing its texture, tasting it. “I’ve known you all my life; I know you’re hardworking and spirited, and really stubborn too; I know you don’t like other people to know when you’re hurt, and I know I like you. I really like you. And that you like me too.”
Ivan circled his arms around Matthew’s shoulders and pressed him against his chest. “I’m not stubborn,” he mumbled quietly to Matthew’s lips.
Matthew laughed brightly, threading his fingers through Ivan’s hair and holding him firmly in place. “You’re the definition of stubborn, dummy.”
And then he kissed him; sloppy and slow, feeling every curve, every smooth crevice, every soft undulation on Ivan’s tongue. Ivan was a fast learner, and adding that to a strange sort of natural talent for kissing, that made Matthew draw back gasping more than once.
Ivan pulled him from the floor to his lap rather easily, and let Matthew push him against the armchair, trailing his hands over his sister’s clothing while kissing him more feverishly. He found a particular interesting folding and pulled back to take a better look at it.
“You know, this dress really doesn’t make you justice,” He smiled, lining up flush against him and feeling his own erection be sandwiched between them.
Ivan laughed, and Matthew stopped everything just to listen and memorize the low rumble that grew from his chest and flowed on his tongue. He could count on his hands’ fingers the number of times he had heard Ivan laugh. And hear him doing it because of something he said only added to the current excitement.
“My Lord will have to forgive me for that,” He said, feigning embarrassment.
Matthew grinned and pressed his erection to Ivan’s stomach more insistently, “I do not. I demand you take it off immediately.” He saw a spark behind Ivan’s eyes and leaned in to bite on his ear lightly, whispering his next words directly into it. “In fact, I think it’s already time we move to my personal chamber, eh?”
Ivan shivered both at the hot voice in his ear and the thought of consummating the act he had gone there for. “Is that what you want, Matvey? If not we can just stay by the fire, I’ll tell everyone in the morning that you and Katia have-have-”
Matthew pressed a finger to Ivan’s lips to shut him up. The insecurity had been fun as first, but now it was just annoying. “I do want it, Ivan. And please don’t ask such things again or I’ll be forced to punish you.” He pushed himself off Ivan’s lap and brushed the front of his vests, smoothing the area around his groin gently. “Now come,” He said, offering his hand.
Ivan looked from the hand to his owner, his insecurity being easily replaced by confusion, “Punish me?”
Matthew grinned, “Only if you misbehave.”
Ivan knew better than to argue, and took the offered hand without further questioning.
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [5/?]
anonymous
July 26 2010, 23:25:02 UTC
Oh wow, this is strangely like what romance novels could be, if romance novels didn't have horrific dialogue and characterization; maybe you should take up a new profession? ;D
But seriously, yay for good characterization. And I like the dynamic here; it's got the whole master/servant thing going on, but it's not complicated with gender issues. ... Except the man in a dress issue, lol. And I love the irony of each of them thinking they're crossing a line and taking advantage of the other to fulfill their own selfish desires.
Op, reporting for duty!
anonymous
August 2 2010, 16:54:45 UTC
late reply, though V.V
I'm loving this a lot. I specially liker matthew here, he is himself with that added background that makes him less nice, and the way he orders without ordering...or more doesn't order while actually ordering Ivan around...it's excellent. I also love the set up! And the dub con thing you got totally right. I'll be around, authoranon! Thank you for taking an interest in my prompt ^^
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [6/?]
anonymous
December 11 2011, 02:21:56 UTC
Matthew’s chamber was just as well-lit as the previous room, and Ivan was about to make a remark about such a waste of good candles when he felt Matthew’s hands on him, untying the laces that kept the dress on his body. The room was warm, but he shuddered nonetheless. Matthew chuckle behind him.
“I remember telling you take these off,” He voice was amused and his fingers moved deftly, undoing all binds and knots like they were nothing.
Breath caught on Ivan’s throat as the dress pooled around his feet, nothing else covering his body from Matthew’s scrutiny. The light in the room revealing every imperfection, every scar and every bruise.
“You’re beautiful,” Matthew whispered, mesmerized. He traced the line of his spine with his fingers, feeling it, savoring. “Ivan, you’re so beautiful.” He replaced his fingers with his mouth and Ivan quivered beneath him, mouthing a quiet gasp that went unheard by Matthew.
“You are beautiful, Matvey, me, I am plain,” Ivan murmured, feeling heat begin to pool between his legs again.
Matthew gently grasped his hips and forced him to move towards the bed, leaving butterfly kisses along his back on the way. “Believe, Ivan, you’re anything but plain.”
Ivan didn’t had time to protest before his face hit the bed, followed by his torso and hands, his knees scraping the rug beneath it. He heard Matthew hum approvingly and decided it was better not to move from the position, as uncomfortable as it was.
He couldn’t see much, but he heard a faint rustling around his back, and then a warm body sunk beside him - still clothed, he realized as a foot teased his leg. Matthew moved one of his legs apart from the other and Ivan held his breath.
A hand moved between his cheeks and spread them open as something else was pressed against his muscle ring; something cold and odd and slick. And all the breath Ivan had been keeping was expelled in a huff.
“What-What is that?”
Matthew hummed behind him, and the slickness went inside him without much warning, touching in the most intimate way Ivan had ever been touched. “That would be my finger. How does it feel?”
Ivan panted, his heart beating wildly inside his ribcage, and struggled to find the right words. “Weird,” He said finally, his whole body shifting around the intruder, “And wet, and, and, oh, God.”
Matthew curled his finger again and chuckled when Ivan blasphemed one more time. He pulled out and dipped his second finger in oil basin near him. Not the best product to be used in this situation, but better then the butter he had found. Careful not to hurt him, Matthew slid both his fingers inside him. Ivan cried out quietly and grabbed a handful of the bed’s coverlet.
Although Matthew had had other experiences with men before, few as they were, nothing had ever felt quite like this; it was as if Ivan was ready to swallow him whole, but at the same time the pressure was surely enough to drive him insane. Matthew’s own breathing was as shallow as Ivan’s, just by imagining being snuggled inside, tight, hot and so impossibly good. He leaned in and brushed his lips over his cheeks, breathing his scent in. Ivan shuddered at the contact, gasping softly when Matthew’s fingers curled inside and touched his prostate lightly.
“You’re beautiful like this, Ivan,” Matthew whispered, laying butterfly kisses up his cheek and over his tailbone, biting teasingly on the pale flesh. “There’s so much I want to do to you.” He curled his fingers over and over and smiled when Ivan keened into the coverlet, his hips bucking fruitlessly, seeking more contact.
“Matvey, Matvey,” Ivan moaned, his whole body trembling with anticipation.
Matthew took that as all the consent he needed before darting his tongue out and tracing the rim of Ivan’s entrance around his fingers. The response came immediately; Ivan arched from the bed and contracted his muscles on Matt’s fingers. Matthew groaned, imagining what that would feel like around his cock. He did is again, licking tenderly the dark flesh around his fingers before plunging in, moving his tongue around, not minding the bitter taste.
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [7/8]
anonymous
December 11 2011, 02:23:19 UTC
Ivan trashed over the bed, not able to help himself, and Matt though he could come just like this, just from his fingers and tongue. He pulled back a little to look between Ivan’s legs, where his cock had an angry shade of red, leaking precome on his thigh. Matthew smirked and reached a hand to Ivan’s balls, taking them in one hand and massaging carefully. It was all it took for Ivan to come rather messily, cock still untouched. Matt continued to abuse his prostate through the aftershocks, taking every moan and cry from the other man as a reward.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered when Ivan seemed to calm down. The other simply nodded and crawled over the mattress with trembling legs. “On your back, keep your legs apart.”
Ivan did as he was told, turning around to reveal his bright red cheeks and swollen lips where he had bit down to keep from shouting. Matthew took a moment to appreciate the sight, humming approvingly as he rose from the carpet and followed him, occupying the space between his legs.
“Matvey, you still haven’t-not once-”
Matt shushed him, kissing his jawbone, trailing small pecks down the line of his throat. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m saving the best for last.”
Ivan put his hands tentatively on Matthew’s shoulders, his fingers digging softly into the rough fabric of his clothes.
Matt sucked a bruise on the column of Ivan’s neck, his hands gripping the other’s hips and using them as leverage as he thrust shallowly into them, just as a way to take the edge off. “Undress me,” he ordered quietly, taking Ivan’s hand from his shoulders and directing them to the binds and laces of his own vests.
With difficulty due to their tangled position on the bed, Ivan undid the bindings that kept Matthew clothed, breathing out a sigh as his naked torso finally made contact with his chest. Matt decided it was taking too long and moved his hands to help Ivan undo his trousers and push them out of the way, moaning in relief as his erection was freed at last.
“Do you want me to…?” Ivan asked, his hand already going up Matthew’s thigh, tickling the sensitive area.
“Yeah,” Matt breathed out, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on Ivan’s collarbone. “Do it.”
The first touch was hesitant, Ivan closed his fingers around the shaft and dragged the foreskin down slowly, but the moment he felt confident enough he stated pumping it earnestly, thumbing the slit with calloused pads. His other hand reached for his balls, taking them as Matt had his.
Matthew was ready to come from the moment Ivan came with his fingers deep inside him, so it wasn’t surprising he didn’t last long under Ivan firm hands, melting into his arms with a long, loud moan.
They stayed that way until their breathing evened out, the smell of sex still rich and thick around them. Ivan brushed the golden hair out of Matt’s forehead, tucking the strands behind his ear. “Have you done all you wanted with me?”
Matt smiled as he shifted onto his elbows and hovered over Ivan for a second. “Almost,” he whispered, and closed the gap between them to kiss his lips. Ivan relaxed and let himself be led and dominated by his lord and friend. He opened his mouth and Matt took it as a cue to deepen the kiss, stroking his palate with his tongue and stealing Ivan’s breath away within seconds.
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [8/9]
anonymous
December 11 2011, 02:25:07 UTC
In a bold move, Ivan brought both his hands up to stroke Matthew’s hair, his fingertips massaging his scalp as he used his grip to keep him close, closer. Matt ran his hand down Ivan’s sides, feeling the curves of his bulky body, the softness around his stomach and the strength of his thighs. He sneaked one of his hands down and around, going straight to the space between his cheeks, tracing his still slick hole. Ivan shuddered but didn’t pull back, and so Matt kept going, inserting one and then two fingers back into him.
“Matvey,” Ivan moaned, lips parting as Matt continued to scissor his muscles. He descended one of his hands to Matthew’s lower back encouragingly. “Please.”
Matthew nodded; his breath was damp against Ivan’s neck. He pulled his fingers out and stroked himself to full hardness again; smearing what little oil he could to ease his way in. He had never gone this far with any of the men he met in Paris, but he knew the basics.
He guided his cock to Ivan’s hole and used a fingertip to keep it open for him. Ivan was breathing hard into his ear, and he could imagine the look on his face: rosy cheeks and eyes screwed shut. He pushed in, feeling Ivan’s fingers clench on his skin. He kept going slowly, inching his way in until Ivan let out a soft cry of pain. He pulled back, giving him time to adjust to the new stimulation, and thrust back in.
“This ok?” Matt asked, his lips seeking Ivan’s again.
“I-yes, yes-slow, please.”
Matthew nodded, keeping his pace slow and shallow, not going in at full length. But as much as he wanted Ivan to feel good if he kept going like this he would go completely mad. Ivan was maddening tight and hot, clenching on him as if conflicted about keeping him in or out.
“Hey, relax, relax,” Matt said into his lips, hiking his legs around his middle and hopping Ivan would stop tensing so much. “This is good, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Ivan crossed his ankles behind Matthew’s back and breathed out, forcing his muscles to relax and enjoy. When Matt thrust back in this time he moved all the way in, stealing a moan from Ivan’s throat.
Matthew reached a hand between them to grasp his half-hard member and soon everything became so much easier. Everything Matt did felt so good Ivan could just die in a happy puddle and so he tried to give back just as much, moving his hips in time with Matthew’s thrusts, allowing him to take as much as he wanted.
“You feel so good,” Matt murmured, his tongue going into Ivan’s open mouth to steal a messy open-mouthed kiss. “Could keep you like this forever; never let you go out again.”
Ivan wheezed a laugh, closing his thighs around Matt to bring him closer, deeper.
“Told you it would feel good,” Matt kept talking, hand leaving his erection to fondle his heavy balls. “God, you feel too good-so tight.”
Ivan could feel another orgasm nearing and used all his leftover strength to flip them over, making Matt gasp and using the new position to grind hard against him. He couldn’t go very fast, but he compensated by shifting on top of the other to let him go deeper, cock brushing his prostate in every outstroke.
“Good heavens, Ivan.” Matt panted, sinking his heels on the mattress to be able to piston his hips up. He closed a hand on the back of the other’s neck and brought him to a last kiss before his whole body tensed, his orgasm hitting him hard while still inside.
Ivan cried softly, feeling suddenly warm and moist. He wrapped a hand around Matthew’s over his cock and with a few strokes he was coming too, spilling over their stomachs.
Re: [Canada/Russia] A lord's right [9/9] - I hate word limits
anonymous
December 11 2011, 02:25:51 UTC
He lifted himself up and collapsed beside Matthew, breathing hard into the coverlet they hadn’t bothered to remove.
“That was…” Matt started, unsure how to finish it.
“Thank you, Matvey.” Ivan murmured sleepily from his position, seemingly too tired to move. “Thank you for keeping your promise.”
Matt shifted onto his elbows and looked at him, naked and covered in bruises and hickeys, his ass red, leaking bodily fluids. He smiled. “My pleasure.”
He waited for Ivan’s response, but noticed he had already fallen asleep. Careful not to wake him, Matt slipped from the bed and went to get a cloth and water to clean them up. He too was tired, but he knew that later it would be much harder to get rid of the stains.
He cleaned Ivan gently, laying kisses on his spine as he moved the cloth over his swollen hole. After deeming they clean enough he moved Ivan’s body so to push the coverlet out of the way, pulling the sheets over them.
The candles were already waning out when he finally wrapped his arms around the other and snuggled closer, closing his eyes.
Before sleep took over he wished he could keep this moment for a little longer.
Sorry for the long hiatus, life was difficult these last year, hope you still enjoy it ;)
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Droit_de_seigneur)
Nation A exercising this on Nation B. Can also be human AU, with one of them being a lord/prince/master.
Pairings preferred (in the given order seme/uke): FrUK, UKUS, Austria/Prussia, ItaGer, Canada/Russia or, if you wanna do a role reversal, Belarus/Russia
Bonus:
-fairly confident and posessive seme, exercising his rights to own the other and do what he wants with him
-no crying, whiny uke, but he can be nervous, angry, ashamed, etc.
-it'd be nice of the "lord" took his time ravishing and enjoying the other's body, worshipping his rougher hands, more muscular body, etc.
-bordering on non-con, definitely dub-con, but no bleeding or torture (though kinkiness is fine), and both have to come (multiple times very appreciated)
-if you somehow involve overstimulation of the uke and inserting something in their hole, be it anal beads, dildos or even some kind of fruit/vegetbale/CANDLE/anything with *that* shape, I will love you forever
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“You summoned me, Matvey?”
Matthew felt a strange ripple of something spiraling inside his stomach at the endearment. No matter how many years passed, Ivan always called him that way, whether he was a seven-year-old child or a twenty-one feudal Lord. He gestured for the man to come closer.
“I did, Ivan. We have much to discuss.”
Ivan approached the end of table where Matthew was seated, but remained standing. He had put on his best clothes, Matthew noted, the ones that were less frayed and worn out. It warmed his heart a bit to see that he had dressed up to meet him.
“You may sit beside me, Ivan,” He said with a chuckle, eying his every move.
To say that Matthew harbored feelings for his subordinate was an understatement. He had been in love with him for nearly a decade, since Ivan and his family had come to his father’s feud.
“Thank you, Matvey,” Ivan bowed his head out of habit, and took a seat next to Matthew and inch of two closer to him than he should. He looked up at the owner of his lands, and waited; his eyes reflecting the flame of the candle.
Matthew lost a few seconds watching Ivan watch him. He had reasons to believe his feelings were reciprocated - something in the way Ivan looked at him, how he spoke a volume quieter in his presence, how his hands twitched when Matthew came too close, as if yearning to touch him. But he doubted the man was aware of his own feelings, if he, Matthew himself, only had the opportunity to understand his own when he returned from his travel to the French court, where he had stayed for a year with his godfather.
Had he never been to Paris, he wouldn’t even fathom the possibilities that existed in the relations between two men. The things his godfather had taught him…
“What would you like to discuss?” Ivan’s voice interrupted his train of thought. Matthew blinked a few times before recomposing himself.
“Oh, that. Well, I’m sure you’re aware that Yekaterina is very dear to me,” Matthew started. He poured a glass of water for himself, giving Ivan time to absorb his words. “I only have her best interests at mind, but now that she is to be married…”
“If this is about the marriage fee, then I can assure you that we have the necessary amount of money.” Ivan interrupted him suddenly, a slight frown etched between his eyebrows.
Matthew took a deep breath before continuing, feeling his heart beat faster in distress. “It’s not about the money, Ivan.”
“Then, Matvey, I don’t understand-”
“Droit de Seigneur.” Matthew breathed out softly. He felt as if he had just spilled lead from his mouth; the words hanging heavy and poisonous in the air.
Neither spoke for what seemed a long time. Carefully, Matthew lifted his gaze to peer at the other and found him staring at his cup of water, his frown deeper.
“I’m really sorry, Ivan, if there was a way to avoid it-”
“Take me.”
Matthew’s heart suddenly stopped, and he felt something icy run down his throat. Ivan was looking at him an ugly frown marring his handsome face and a hard resolution in his eyes. It was the opportunity Matthew had always wanted, but it was wrong and twisted and not how it was supposed to be at all.
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He felt something cold touch his skin and realized it was Ivan; he had reached a hand out to touch his face, but seemed taken by surprise by his own actions as his fingertips brushed the young heir’s skin. Matthew watched mesmerized as Ivan pulled his hand away from his face and reached to grasp one of his hands.
“Your father doesn’t need to know,” Ivan said slowly, carefully. His hand was cold against Matthew’s, and his fingers were shaking. “He still is away chasing your brother again, yes? Who knows how long that will take.”
“Might take long; Alfred said he wanted to see lions this time,” Matthew’s voice had dropped to a whisper, but he didn’t seem to notice. He could feel every callous in Ivan’s hand, every scar and every blister.
“I’ve never seen a lion,” Ivan admitted, his voice mirroring Matthew’s.
“I saw one in Paris.” Paris, where he had learned which were the finest wines and how to make another man bend and writhe and moan beneath him. Ivan’s hand was warming, or that might be only because he was scorching inside. He imagined Ivan on his bed, arching his back and filling his mouth with his name as he stood behind him and- “I-I take you offer.”
Ivan blinked, violet eyes focusing him for a moment before dropping to the ground. “Thank you, Matvey,” He brought Matthew’s hand to his lips and kissed it with chapped lips. “You’re too good.”
Matthew watched his hand be kissed by the rough texture of his lips, and refused to acknowledge the feeling that he might not be as good as Ivan thought he was.
“Listen to me now, Ivan,” He said, putting as much authority in his voice as he could muster. “Tonight you will dress as your sister, and you will come to my door. You must let everyone see you, understand? I’ll be waiting for you after supper.”
Ivan nodded, eyes still trailed to the ground. Matthew gave his hand a soft tug. “You can go now.”
The moment Ivan left room, Matthew stood. He had much to prepare before supper.
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Smex in the next part
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Captcha: Bicuspid surprise, lol what?
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But Ivan knew his place; he knew the boy was of noble lineage, destined to a higher existence, while he lived in the mud among the pigs. He knew Matthew would forget all about him the moment he turned his back.
Ivan only had to knock once for Matthew to open the door himself, his face only slightly flushed.
“Someone saw you?” He asked in haste, stepping aside and allowing Ivan inside. He didn’t miss the movement of the many skirts each time Ivan shifted. The poor fabric didn’t enhance Ivan’s big bulk in the least.
“Nearly everyone,” Ivan dropped the hood, looking at Matthew for approval, “But I believe many haven’t. Should I go out again?”
“No, nonononono, it’s fine. It’s absolutely fine. Come, it’s warmer near the fireplace.” Matthew took one of Ivan’s hand and guided him to the other room, much more illuminated by the fire and the strategic placed candles.
He turned to Ivan to tell him something, but paused for a second to take in the sight of his surprised face. “I didn’t think you would waste so many candles,” He murmured, and Matthew had to resist the urge to chuckle.
“It was for a good reason,” Matthew reasoned, and it earned him a disbelieving look from Ivan. “Now come, I want you to be comfortable. Have you eaten?”
“I have.” Ivan looked around, raising an eyebrow, “Where are your house servants?”
Matthew motioned for him to seat on the armchair close to the fire, which Ivan, though a bit reluctantly, complied. “I sent them home for the night.”
“Why?” Ivan followed Matthew’s movements with his head, as the boy went from side to side gathering things.
“I wanted some privacy. Besides, it wouldn’t do to have someone snooping around and finding out that you aren’t your sister, eh?”
Ivan fell silent after that, chiding himself internally for acting out of place. He shifted uneasily on his seat, unsure of what he was supposed to do in situations like these. He didn’t have time to divagate too much about it though, as Matthew finally stopped beside him, a smile gracing his features.
“It’s really warm here, isn’t it?” He asked softly, one of his hands closing around Ivan’s shoulder.
Ivan swallowed soundlessly, nodding, “It is.”
Matthew looked down at him, his eyes lingering a moment before he caught himself leaning towards him and backed a few steps, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Would you like something to drink? I don’t have much to offer, but I found a bottle of rum.”
Ivan watched Matthew fill a cup to the rim and bring it carefully with both hands to where he was. Matthew looked to the cup, and then at Ivan, “You drink first.”
Ivan nodded dumbly, taking the cup in his hands and bringing it to his lips, gulping down a couple of mouthfuls. He looked back up at the other, “Your turn, Matvey.”
Matthew received the cup and turned it, so that his mouth would touch where Ivan’s had. Rum tasted sour on his tongue, but he swallowed it without complaint. He lifted his eyes and found Ivan’s watching him, waiting. He liked his lips, his heart beating wildly.
“Here,” He handed the cup to Ivan. “Now close your eyes.”
Ivan did, bringing the cup blindly to his lips Matthew watched his Adam’s apple bob a couple of times before slowly sinking to his knees. “Keep drinking,” he ordered softly, putting a hand on each of Ivan’s knees and pulling them apart.
“Matvey?” Ivan asked, his breath hitching as Matthew pulled the skirts up, one at a time. His eyes still closed.
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Ivan did as he was told, though his fingers shook and he could barely refrain from gasping when a soft hand reached between his legs and touched him gently. He hadn’t put on his long johns fearing that they might be perceptible under the skirts. He bit his bottom lip to keep his erratic breathing inside. Matthew pulled his knees further apart and filled the space between them, pushing the skirts even higher.
“Ah, Ivan,” He let out a delighted breath right over his most sensitive area. “You’re so big.”
Ivan felt his whole head warm up and his eyes opened accidently, just in time to see Matthew open his mouth and lick the tip of his cock tentatively.
“Matvey…” His hitched breath reached a higher octave when Matthew took the smooth head of his member in his mouth. “Don’t, it’s improper and, and, and dirty. You’re a-I’m, no, no, ah-”
Matthew sucked around his sensitive head, his tongue dancing inside his mouth. Ivan was at a loss, too many conflicting emotions all at once. This was much more intense than his wildest fantasies had ever been.
As his mouth worked on the tip, Matthew brought a hand to stroke the shaft, feeling it swollen easily under his touch. He could feel Ivan’s whole body convulsing around him, his ragged breathing filling up the room. It didn’t take him long to come, crying out rather loudly and filling Matthew’s mouth. Matthew pulled out and watched Ivan slowly return from his blissful height with some amusement, before spitting the come out onto the fire.
“Ivan? Are you okay?” He asked with a chuckle, taking the cup from his tight grasp and taking a sip before putting it away.
Slumped on the armchair, Ivan looked at him with glassy eyes. Took him more than a moment to remember who Matthew was and try to recompose himself as best as he could, “Yes, my Lord.”
Matthew frowned a little. Ivan had never called him by his title unless they were in the presence of his father. He chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking. He reached a hand out to push Ivan’s hair away from his sweaty forehead, but Ivan turned his head away from the touch.
“What’s up with the attitude?” He questioned, frustration swelling up inside him. “You didn’t like it, is that it?”
Ivan was looking down to the ground, but from the hard lines in his jaw Matthew could see that there was something bothering him. Matthew grasped the front of Ivan’s vests and forced him in his direction. Ivan’s still kept his eyes averted, and Matthew thought he was going to burst a vein because of this impossibly hardheaded man.
“Look at me, Ivan, that’s an order!” Matthew hated using his authority over his subordinates, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t if he had to.
Ivan slowly turned his eyes to him, dilated pupils trailing his face before focusing on his eyes. So much shame on those depths, that Matthew’s heart skipped a beat. He brought both hands to his face and cupped it between them, pulling Ivan down touch his forehead with his.
“What’s wrong, Ivan?” He asked softly, feeling Ivan’s cold sweat between his fingers.
“This,” Ivan whispered, his voice strained and grainy. “This is wrong, Matvey. You’re the Lord, I’m just-I’m just a peasant. It isn’t supposed to feel this good.”
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Matthew tilted his head up to kiss the corner of Ivan’s lips. “Is that what’s bothering you?” He felt Ivan nod against his skin and pressed another kiss on the same spot. “Well, that doesn’t bother me.”
“It doesn’t?” Ivan spoke into his cheek, his hands coming to hold Matthew’s shoulders; his fingertips pressing lightly into his clothed skin. “Why not?”
“Because, Ivan,” Matthew chuckled, resting his lips on top of Ivan’s, memorizing its texture, tasting it. “I’ve known you all my life; I know you’re hardworking and spirited, and really stubborn too; I know you don’t like other people to know when you’re hurt, and I know I like you. I really like you. And that you like me too.”
Ivan circled his arms around Matthew’s shoulders and pressed him against his chest. “I’m not stubborn,” he mumbled quietly to Matthew’s lips.
Matthew laughed brightly, threading his fingers through Ivan’s hair and holding him firmly in place. “You’re the definition of stubborn, dummy.”
And then he kissed him; sloppy and slow, feeling every curve, every smooth crevice, every soft undulation on Ivan’s tongue. Ivan was a fast learner, and adding that to a strange sort of natural talent for kissing, that made Matthew draw back gasping more than once.
Ivan pulled him from the floor to his lap rather easily, and let Matthew push him against the armchair, trailing his hands over his sister’s clothing while kissing him more feverishly. He found a particular interesting folding and pulled back to take a better look at it.
“You know, this dress really doesn’t make you justice,” He smiled, lining up flush against him and feeling his own erection be sandwiched between them.
Ivan laughed, and Matthew stopped everything just to listen and memorize the low rumble that grew from his chest and flowed on his tongue. He could count on his hands’ fingers the number of times he had heard Ivan laugh. And hear him doing it because of something he said only added to the current excitement.
“My Lord will have to forgive me for that,” He said, feigning embarrassment.
Matthew grinned and pressed his erection to Ivan’s stomach more insistently, “I do not. I demand you take it off immediately.” He saw a spark behind Ivan’s eyes and leaned in to bite on his ear lightly, whispering his next words directly into it. “In fact, I think it’s already time we move to my personal chamber, eh?”
Ivan shivered both at the hot voice in his ear and the thought of consummating the act he had gone there for. “Is that what you want, Matvey? If not we can just stay by the fire, I’ll tell everyone in the morning that you and Katia have-have-”
Matthew pressed a finger to Ivan’s lips to shut him up. The insecurity had been fun as first, but now it was just annoying. “I do want it, Ivan. And please don’t ask such things again or I’ll be forced to punish you.” He pushed himself off Ivan’s lap and brushed the front of his vests, smoothing the area around his groin gently. “Now come,” He said, offering his hand.
Ivan looked from the hand to his owner, his insecurity being easily replaced by confusion, “Punish me?”
Matthew grinned, “Only if you misbehave.”
Ivan knew better than to argue, and took the offered hand without further questioning.
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But seriously, yay for good characterization. And I like the dynamic here; it's got the whole master/servant thing going on, but it's not complicated with gender issues. ... Except the man in a dress issue, lol. And I love the irony of each of them thinking they're crossing a line and taking advantage of the other to fulfill their own selfish desires.
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I'm loving this a lot. I specially liker matthew here, he is himself with that added background that makes him less nice, and the way he orders without ordering...or more doesn't order while actually ordering Ivan around...it's excellent. I also love the set up! And the dub con thing you got totally right. I'll be around, authoranon! Thank you for taking an interest in my prompt ^^
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“I remember telling you take these off,” He voice was amused and his fingers moved deftly, undoing all binds and knots like they were nothing.
Breath caught on Ivan’s throat as the dress pooled around his feet, nothing else covering his body from Matthew’s scrutiny. The light in the room revealing every imperfection, every scar and every bruise.
“You’re beautiful,” Matthew whispered, mesmerized. He traced the line of his spine with his fingers, feeling it, savoring. “Ivan, you’re so beautiful.” He replaced his fingers with his mouth and Ivan quivered beneath him, mouthing a quiet gasp that went unheard by Matthew.
“You are beautiful, Matvey, me, I am plain,” Ivan murmured, feeling heat begin to pool between his legs again.
Matthew gently grasped his hips and forced him to move towards the bed, leaving butterfly kisses along his back on the way. “Believe, Ivan, you’re anything but plain.”
Ivan didn’t had time to protest before his face hit the bed, followed by his torso and hands, his knees scraping the rug beneath it. He heard Matthew hum approvingly and decided it was better not to move from the position, as uncomfortable as it was.
He couldn’t see much, but he heard a faint rustling around his back, and then a warm body sunk beside him - still clothed, he realized as a foot teased his leg. Matthew moved one of his legs apart from the other and Ivan held his breath.
A hand moved between his cheeks and spread them open as something else was pressed against his muscle ring; something cold and odd and slick. And all the breath Ivan had been keeping was expelled in a huff.
“What-What is that?”
Matthew hummed behind him, and the slickness went inside him without much warning, touching in the most intimate way Ivan had ever been touched. “That would be my finger. How does it feel?”
Ivan panted, his heart beating wildly inside his ribcage, and struggled to find the right words. “Weird,” He said finally, his whole body shifting around the intruder, “And wet, and, and, oh, God.”
Matthew curled his finger again and chuckled when Ivan blasphemed one more time. He pulled out and dipped his second finger in oil basin near him. Not the best product to be used in this situation, but better then the butter he had found. Careful not to hurt him, Matthew slid both his fingers inside him. Ivan cried out quietly and grabbed a handful of the bed’s coverlet.
Although Matthew had had other experiences with men before, few as they were, nothing had ever felt quite like this; it was as if Ivan was ready to swallow him whole, but at the same time the pressure was surely enough to drive him insane. Matthew’s own breathing was as shallow as Ivan’s, just by imagining being snuggled inside, tight, hot and so impossibly good. He leaned in and brushed his lips over his cheeks, breathing his scent in. Ivan shuddered at the contact, gasping softly when Matthew’s fingers curled inside and touched his prostate lightly.
“You’re beautiful like this, Ivan,” Matthew whispered, laying butterfly kisses up his cheek and over his tailbone, biting teasingly on the pale flesh. “There’s so much I want to do to you.” He curled his fingers over and over and smiled when Ivan keened into the coverlet, his hips bucking fruitlessly, seeking more contact.
“Matvey, Matvey,” Ivan moaned, his whole body trembling with anticipation.
Matthew took that as all the consent he needed before darting his tongue out and tracing the rim of Ivan’s entrance around his fingers. The response came immediately; Ivan arched from the bed and contracted his muscles on Matt’s fingers. Matthew groaned, imagining what that would feel like around his cock. He did is again, licking tenderly the dark flesh around his fingers before plunging in, moving his tongue around, not minding the bitter taste.
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“Get on the bed,” he ordered when Ivan seemed to calm down. The other simply nodded and crawled over the mattress with trembling legs. “On your back, keep your legs apart.”
Ivan did as he was told, turning around to reveal his bright red cheeks and swollen lips where he had bit down to keep from shouting. Matthew took a moment to appreciate the sight, humming approvingly as he rose from the carpet and followed him, occupying the space between his legs.
“Matvey, you still haven’t-not once-”
Matt shushed him, kissing his jawbone, trailing small pecks down the line of his throat. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m saving the best for last.”
Ivan put his hands tentatively on Matthew’s shoulders, his fingers digging softly into the rough fabric of his clothes.
Matt sucked a bruise on the column of Ivan’s neck, his hands gripping the other’s hips and using them as leverage as he thrust shallowly into them, just as a way to take the edge off. “Undress me,” he ordered quietly, taking Ivan’s hand from his shoulders and directing them to the binds and laces of his own vests.
With difficulty due to their tangled position on the bed, Ivan undid the bindings that kept Matthew clothed, breathing out a sigh as his naked torso finally made contact with his chest. Matt decided it was taking too long and moved his hands to help Ivan undo his trousers and push them out of the way, moaning in relief as his erection was freed at last.
“Do you want me to…?” Ivan asked, his hand already going up Matthew’s thigh, tickling the sensitive area.
“Yeah,” Matt breathed out, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on Ivan’s collarbone. “Do it.”
The first touch was hesitant, Ivan closed his fingers around the shaft and dragged the foreskin down slowly, but the moment he felt confident enough he stated pumping it earnestly, thumbing the slit with calloused pads. His other hand reached for his balls, taking them as Matt had his.
Matthew was ready to come from the moment Ivan came with his fingers deep inside him, so it wasn’t surprising he didn’t last long under Ivan firm hands, melting into his arms with a long, loud moan.
They stayed that way until their breathing evened out, the smell of sex still rich and thick around them. Ivan brushed the golden hair out of Matt’s forehead, tucking the strands behind his ear. “Have you done all you wanted with me?”
Matt smiled as he shifted onto his elbows and hovered over Ivan for a second. “Almost,” he whispered, and closed the gap between them to kiss his lips. Ivan relaxed and let himself be led and dominated by his lord and friend. He opened his mouth and Matt took it as a cue to deepen the kiss, stroking his palate with his tongue and stealing Ivan’s breath away within seconds.
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“Matvey,” Ivan moaned, lips parting as Matt continued to scissor his muscles. He descended one of his hands to Matthew’s lower back encouragingly. “Please.”
Matthew nodded; his breath was damp against Ivan’s neck. He pulled his fingers out and stroked himself to full hardness again; smearing what little oil he could to ease his way in. He had never gone this far with any of the men he met in Paris, but he knew the basics.
He guided his cock to Ivan’s hole and used a fingertip to keep it open for him. Ivan was breathing hard into his ear, and he could imagine the look on his face: rosy cheeks and eyes screwed shut. He pushed in, feeling Ivan’s fingers clench on his skin. He kept going slowly, inching his way in until Ivan let out a soft cry of pain. He pulled back, giving him time to adjust to the new stimulation, and thrust back in.
“This ok?” Matt asked, his lips seeking Ivan’s again.
“I-yes, yes-slow, please.”
Matthew nodded, keeping his pace slow and shallow, not going in at full length. But as much as he wanted Ivan to feel good if he kept going like this he would go completely mad. Ivan was maddening tight and hot, clenching on him as if conflicted about keeping him in or out.
“Hey, relax, relax,” Matt said into his lips, hiking his legs around his middle and hopping Ivan would stop tensing so much. “This is good, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Ivan crossed his ankles behind Matthew’s back and breathed out, forcing his muscles to relax and enjoy. When Matt thrust back in this time he moved all the way in, stealing a moan from Ivan’s throat.
Matthew reached a hand between them to grasp his half-hard member and soon everything became so much easier. Everything Matt did felt so good Ivan could just die in a happy puddle and so he tried to give back just as much, moving his hips in time with Matthew’s thrusts, allowing him to take as much as he wanted.
“You feel so good,” Matt murmured, his tongue going into Ivan’s open mouth to steal a messy open-mouthed kiss. “Could keep you like this forever; never let you go out again.”
Ivan wheezed a laugh, closing his thighs around Matt to bring him closer, deeper.
“Told you it would feel good,” Matt kept talking, hand leaving his erection to fondle his heavy balls. “God, you feel too good-so tight.”
Ivan could feel another orgasm nearing and used all his leftover strength to flip them over, making Matt gasp and using the new position to grind hard against him. He couldn’t go very fast, but he compensated by shifting on top of the other to let him go deeper, cock brushing his prostate in every outstroke.
“Good heavens, Ivan.” Matt panted, sinking his heels on the mattress to be able to piston his hips up. He closed a hand on the back of the other’s neck and brought him to a last kiss before his whole body tensed, his orgasm hitting him hard while still inside.
Ivan cried softly, feeling suddenly warm and moist. He wrapped a hand around Matthew’s over his cock and with a few strokes he was coming too, spilling over their stomachs.
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“That was…” Matt started, unsure how to finish it.
“Thank you, Matvey.” Ivan murmured sleepily from his position, seemingly too tired to move. “Thank you for keeping your promise.”
Matt shifted onto his elbows and looked at him, naked and covered in bruises and hickeys, his ass red, leaking bodily fluids. He smiled. “My pleasure.”
He waited for Ivan’s response, but noticed he had already fallen asleep. Careful not to wake him, Matt slipped from the bed and went to get a cloth and water to clean them up. He too was tired, but he knew that later it would be much harder to get rid of the stains.
He cleaned Ivan gently, laying kisses on his spine as he moved the cloth over his swollen hole. After deeming they clean enough he moved Ivan’s body so to push the coverlet out of the way, pulling the sheets over them.
The candles were already waning out when he finally wrapped his arms around the other and snuggled closer, closing his eyes.
Before sleep took over he wished he could keep this moment for a little longer.
Sorry for the long hiatus, life was difficult these last year, hope you still enjoy it ;)
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