Re: [Russia/Canada] A different sort of nothing [2/3]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 03:18:59 UTC
But there he was, cool tongue rubbing against his foreskin and mouth around his erection. Canada didn’t dare pinching himself, his life would be considerably sadder if this was a dream.
Russia applied some pressure and sucked harder, and Canada couldn’t care less if America would be able to hear him from his house or not. One of his hands gripped Russia’s shoulder for support and the other found its way to his hair, using all particles of self control in his body not to press Russia’s head against his crotch.
For some reason, his eyes trailed hazily around the room, and found the television on their way. The show about wild animals seemed to last hours, because by God it was still on. But the animals weren’t running around now, no, far from it. They were mating.
“Oh, fuck,” Canada breathed out and unconsciously - he swear to this day it happen unconsciously, and Russia still greatly doubt that - thrust into Russia’s mouth without warning, and using his momentarily state of shock to continuously do so until Russia punched his thigh as hard as he could.
Which, by the way, was pretty hard.
“Are you out of your mind?” Russia sputtered, pulling away. He sat on his heels, a good few feet away.
“Oh, love, I’m so sorry,” Canada apologized instantly, catching Russia’s arms before he could get further away. “You’re just so good at that,” Russia still had a hurt/angered look in his face, but the lines on his face had soften a bit at that. “I got carried away, I’m so sorry.”
He pulled Russia into his arms without as much resistance as he thought there’d be. Careful not to stir him, he kissed him. Took Russia a moment to kiss him back, but, when he did, Canada allowed himself a small relieved sigh. Russia had to be the most leery guy he ever dated.
With some coaxing, Russia finally relaxed and kissed deeper. Canada slowly unwrapped his scarf, tossing it gently aside. Russia allowed Canada to press against him harder, and, since he did, Canada used the opportunity to cup Russia over his heavy pants, massaging him gently. Russia was already breathing hard by the time he finally he his pants open and started stroking him vigorously.
“Қанада,” Russia called suddenly, and his voice shook along with the fingertips and teased the head of his erection, rubbing pre-cum over the frenulum and down to the shaft. “Lie down,” He ordered, and Canada knew best then to argue.
He watched mesmerized as Russia got rid of his pants and underwear, pulled Canada’s own further down until they reached his knees and settled between his legs, bowing his head towards his-
“Wait!” Canada cried, surprising even himself. Russia’s expression of utter confusion was worth more than any money could ever pay, and it was with a great deal of restraint and willpower that he didn’t jump him right then and there. Instead, he brought him up by his shoulders and maneuvered his big body around the couch. “I have a better idea.”
Re: [Russia/Canada] A different sort of nothing [3/3]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 03:28:26 UTC
Russia narrowed his eyes at him, but let himself be moved around without verbal complain. He also didn’t complain when Canada kissed the head of his erection and took him into his mouth. His moan, however, reverberated over Canada’s whole body, from where Russia’s lips closed around his member to his last tingling nerve.
This was better, doing it together was so immensely better--
Canada came hard, groaning loudly around Russia. His hands gripped the pale skin of Russia’s thigh, and, as his fingers tapped uncoordinatedly over his skin he found the soft curve of his ass, and closed a hand over it. He heard Russia cursing, and sucked harder. Canada closed his eyes and watched the bright sparkles of light dance behind his lids; his middle finger brushed Russia’s hole, and teasingly dipped inside.
Canada always thought it was funny that Russia’s come wasn’t anywhere near cold.
Breathing heavily Russia pushed himself away from over Canada, slumping bonelessly on the other side of the couch. Canada let out a breathy chuckle and followed his boyfriend, leaning on him for any kind of support he could get. Russia shook his head and smiled, pulling him up on his naked lap.
“Oh, man! What was that?” Canada swung one of his arms around Russia’s neck and bringing him down towards him.
“I told you it was nothing,” Russia dismissed it, as if giving mind-blowing blowjobs was something he did on a daily basis. “You said yourself the other day he should spend more time doing nothing together.”
Russia’s face was close enough for Canada to pick all the maliciousness in his eyes. He stared at him. And then stared some more.
“You-You actually remembered-Oh, my God, Russia!” Canada laughed, not knowing if he should beat his boyfriend up or ravish him again. “You’re so fucking scheming!”
“You weren’t complaining,” Russia pointed out, leaning in to kiss his lips softly.
“I-Of course not! But I-I always thought you didn’t like it, you know, doing that.”
“I don’t,” Russia answered honestly, kissing him again. “But you do, can’t shut up about it too.” Canada turned deep red, and started mumbling something Russia chose to completely ignore “Besides,” He went on, “You can always do something to me too, as compensation.”
Canada looked deep into Russia’s eyes, and reached blindly for the remote control, turning the television off without even looking at it.
Re: [Russia/Canada] A different sort of nothing [3/3]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 07:11:03 UTC
I'm so glad you wrote this; this is funny and hot, and the dynamic between Canada and Russia is hilarious. This bit definitely tickled my fancy: “You-You actually remembered-Oh, my God, Russia!” Canada laughed, not knowing if he should beat his boyfriend up or ravish him again. “You’re so fucking scheming!” Canada ravishing Russia is just ... A++
I would never have thought of the pairing, but you made it work. GJ, anon. :Db
Russia applied some pressure and sucked harder, and Canada couldn’t care less if America would be able to hear him from his house or not. One of his hands gripped Russia’s shoulder for support and the other found its way to his hair, using all particles of self control in his body not to press Russia’s head against his crotch.
For some reason, his eyes trailed hazily around the room, and found the television on their way. The show about wild animals seemed to last hours, because by God it was still on. But the animals weren’t running around now, no, far from it. They were mating.
“Oh, fuck,” Canada breathed out and unconsciously - he swear to this day it happen unconsciously, and Russia still greatly doubt that - thrust into Russia’s mouth without warning, and using his momentarily state of shock to continuously do so until Russia punched his thigh as hard as he could.
Which, by the way, was pretty hard.
“Are you out of your mind?” Russia sputtered, pulling away. He sat on his heels, a good few feet away.
“Oh, love, I’m so sorry,” Canada apologized instantly, catching Russia’s arms before he could get further away. “You’re just so good at that,” Russia still had a hurt/angered look in his face, but the lines on his face had soften a bit at that. “I got carried away, I’m so sorry.”
He pulled Russia into his arms without as much resistance as he thought there’d be. Careful not to stir him, he kissed him. Took Russia a moment to kiss him back, but, when he did, Canada allowed himself a small relieved sigh. Russia had to be the most leery guy he ever dated.
With some coaxing, Russia finally relaxed and kissed deeper. Canada slowly unwrapped his scarf, tossing it gently aside. Russia allowed Canada to press against him harder, and, since he did, Canada used the opportunity to cup Russia over his heavy pants, massaging him gently. Russia was already breathing hard by the time he finally he his pants open and started stroking him vigorously.
“Қанада,” Russia called suddenly, and his voice shook along with the fingertips and teased the head of his erection, rubbing pre-cum over the frenulum and down to the shaft. “Lie down,” He ordered, and Canada knew best then to argue.
He watched mesmerized as Russia got rid of his pants and underwear, pulled Canada’s own further down until they reached his knees and settled between his legs, bowing his head towards his-
“Wait!” Canada cried, surprising even himself. Russia’s expression of utter confusion was worth more than any money could ever pay, and it was with a great deal of restraint and willpower that he didn’t jump him right then and there. Instead, he brought him up by his shoulders and maneuvered his big body around the couch. “I have a better idea.”
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This was better, doing it together was so immensely better--
Canada came hard, groaning loudly around Russia. His hands gripped the pale skin of Russia’s thigh, and, as his fingers tapped uncoordinatedly over his skin he found the soft curve of his ass, and closed a hand over it. He heard Russia cursing, and sucked harder. Canada closed his eyes and watched the bright sparkles of light dance behind his lids; his middle finger brushed Russia’s hole, and teasingly dipped inside.
Canada always thought it was funny that Russia’s come wasn’t anywhere near cold.
Breathing heavily Russia pushed himself away from over Canada, slumping bonelessly on the other side of the couch. Canada let out a breathy chuckle and followed his boyfriend, leaning on him for any kind of support he could get. Russia shook his head and smiled, pulling him up on his naked lap.
“Oh, man! What was that?” Canada swung one of his arms around Russia’s neck and bringing him down towards him.
“I told you it was nothing,” Russia dismissed it, as if giving mind-blowing blowjobs was something he did on a daily basis. “You said yourself the other day he should spend more time doing nothing together.”
Russia’s face was close enough for Canada to pick all the maliciousness in his eyes. He stared at him. And then stared some more.
“You-You actually remembered-Oh, my God, Russia!” Canada laughed, not knowing if he should beat his boyfriend up or ravish him again. “You’re so fucking scheming!”
“You weren’t complaining,” Russia pointed out, leaning in to kiss his lips softly.
“I-Of course not! But I-I always thought you didn’t like it, you know, doing that.”
“I don’t,” Russia answered honestly, kissing him again. “But you do, can’t shut up about it too.” Canada turned deep red, and started mumbling something Russia chose to completely ignore “Besides,” He went on, “You can always do something to me too, as compensation.”
Canada looked deep into Russia’s eyes, and reached blindly for the remote control, turning the television off without even looking at it.
“What are we waiting for?”
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I would never have thought of the pairing, but you made it work. GJ, anon. :Db
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