Seven Years [1b/7]
anonymous
June 30 2010, 07:33:50 UTC
1992, October: He’s to visit Russia for a week and a half-an entire eleven days of Canada all to himself. Russia was sure that he hadn’t been more excited for anything, ever. He cleaned his house, ordered Canadian maple syrup, got the things for making pancakes, and hid his most of his vodka so Canada wouldn’t think his was a drunk. And he cleaned and made up a guest room, even though he hoped, almost desperately, that he and Canada would share his bed.
At the airport, Russia could not help but smile and kiss Canada deeply before even saying hello. On their way to the baggage claim they hold hands even though gay couples are still not something the country of Russia has accepted. But they are nations and they do what they want: Not only do they both have diplomatic immunity but they blend in anyway, despite kissing and holding hands. They are nations, and no one can ever quite pay enough attention to a nation for them acting oddly in public to really be an issue.
The first thing Canada said, stepping into Russia’s house and out of the chill Russian air, was, “Where’s your room? I should put these there, eh?” Joy sprung into motion then in Russia’s chest, and only continued to grow over the next eleven days, especially that night when, after taking Canada out for dinner, they went back up to Russia’s room where he was pressed into the mattress with a sound kiss.
Canada is more assertive a lover than Russia had thought he would be. He had thought that getting Canada to have sex with him would be full of reassurances that Canada wouldn’t be hurt, promises that he would be gentle, and a great deal of waiting. Already, of course, both of them have preformed oral sex on the other, and hand jobs one or twice, too. And once he had watched Canada masturbate, which had been… utterly beautiful. But getting Canada into his bed had been as easy as inviting him over, and once Canada had been in his bed…
He had scooted into the circle of Russia’s arms and they kissed and kissed and kissed until Russia was sure he was going to burst. And then Canada had moved his hips forward, slipping a leg between Russia’s legs. From there it was a blur of friction and motion: clothing disappeared seemingly into thin air and Russia retrieved a tube of lube from inside his nightstand and Canada helped to prepare him, stretching him gently.
It is like no other sex he has ever had: previously to this, Russia has almost always topped, and times when he didn’t were few and far between, and almost none of them truly consensual. But Canada is gentle in preparing him and passionate in making love.
Minutes after climax, when Canada has pulled out of him and is laying in his arms, Russia cannot exactly believe that this wonderful nation is really with him.
He’s to visit Russia for a week and a half-an entire eleven days of Canada all to himself. Russia was sure that he hadn’t been more excited for anything, ever. He cleaned his house, ordered Canadian maple syrup, got the things for making pancakes, and hid his most of his vodka so Canada wouldn’t think his was a drunk. And he cleaned and made up a guest room, even though he hoped, almost desperately, that he and Canada would share his bed.
At the airport, Russia could not help but smile and kiss Canada deeply before even saying hello. On their way to the baggage claim they hold hands even though gay couples are still not something the country of Russia has accepted. But they are nations and they do what they want: Not only do they both have diplomatic immunity but they blend in anyway, despite kissing and holding hands. They are nations, and no one can ever quite pay enough attention to a nation for them acting oddly in public to really be an issue.
The first thing Canada said, stepping into Russia’s house and out of the chill Russian air, was, “Where’s your room? I should put these there, eh?” Joy sprung into motion then in Russia’s chest, and only continued to grow over the next eleven days, especially that night when, after taking Canada out for dinner, they went back up to Russia’s room where he was pressed into the mattress with a sound kiss.
Canada is more assertive a lover than Russia had thought he would be. He had thought that getting Canada to have sex with him would be full of reassurances that Canada wouldn’t be hurt, promises that he would be gentle, and a great deal of waiting. Already, of course, both of them have preformed oral sex on the other, and hand jobs one or twice, too. And once he had watched Canada masturbate, which had been… utterly beautiful. But getting Canada into his bed had been as easy as inviting him over, and once Canada had been in his bed…
He had scooted into the circle of Russia’s arms and they kissed and kissed and kissed until Russia was sure he was going to burst. And then Canada had moved his hips forward, slipping a leg between Russia’s legs. From there it was a blur of friction and motion: clothing disappeared seemingly into thin air and Russia retrieved a tube of lube from inside his nightstand and Canada helped to prepare him, stretching him gently.
It is like no other sex he has ever had: previously to this, Russia has almost always topped, and times when he didn’t were few and far between, and almost none of them truly consensual. But Canada is gentle in preparing him and passionate in making love.
Minutes after climax, when Canada has pulled out of him and is laying in his arms, Russia cannot exactly believe that this wonderful nation is really with him.
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