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 ;)
“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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