Lost In Your Eyes - (1/2)
anonymous
January 8 2012, 02:11:14 UTC
I hope OP likes Rus/Can and enjoys this fill!
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Lost In Your Eyes
There was no doubt in Matthew’s mind that Ivan loved him. He knew the tall Russian cared deeply for him, but there was always a part of his brain that told him the love may only go so far. There was no way to know how the physical aspect of their relationship would play out until they tried.
When Ivan arrived in Quebec after a nine-hour flight from Moscow, Matthew was practically vibrating with excitement. He took Ivan’s bags and sat them at their feet, practically launching himself into Ivan’s arms in an uncharacteristic display of emotion. Ivan laughed, hugging the Canadian close and delighting in the fact that Matthew was in his arms again. He kissed Matthew when the younger man leaned back, also situating him in his strong arms. Ivan turned with Matthew in his arms, pressing the smaller man up against the front door. Matthew made a small squeak in surprise, but Ivan swallowed it and delved into the wet heat of his mouth. He wasn’t deterred when the Canadian pulled away to breathe; his mouth just latched onto Matthew’s pale neck and left several marks before any words were spoken.
“God, I missed you,” Matthew panted, his fingers carding through the Russian’s silvery hair. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Ivan hummed in agreement, suckling more forcefully on Matthew’s pulse point and making the younger nation moan unabashedly. Their kisses grew more passionate and less tender. Soon they were in Matthew’s bedroom, pulling at each other’s clothes in their haste to get to bare skin. Matthew was pressed into his mattress, Ivan’s weight pinning him down as he was kissed breathless. Ivan’s shirt was still on, but unbuttoned, and Matthew’s jeans were around his thighs. They touched any skin they could find without their sight, their lips moving in perfect synchronization. It hadn’t taken long for the pair to learn just about everything about their lover and it came in handy quite often.
“Do you want to continue, Matvey? You haven’t allowed me this far before,” Ivan implored, peppering kisses across Matthew’s shoulders.
Matthew fell silent, his head spinning from lack of oxygen and his brain turning over the idea of having sex with Ivan. He’s never hurt me before, why would he hurt me during sex? He’s always so gentle and careful with me so he wouldn’t change just because we’re…
Being jolted out of his thoughts by a warm hand settling on his hip, Matthew looked up into violet eyes that held nothing but adoration, love, and concern for the younger nation.
“If you do not want to have sex, Matthew, I will not force you. We’ll wait until you are ready, I promise, dorogoi.” Ivan kissed Matthew’s forehead and sat back, letting the Canadian follow him.
“No,” Matthew said, grabbing Ivan’s hand and staring up at him as he shoved down any fear or doubt that tried to form. “I do want to have sex. Really, truly I do. I want you, Ivan, please.”
Ivan smiled that devastatingly handsome smile no one but Matthew got to see, and kissed Matthew back down onto the bed. They shed the rest of their clothes until nothing separated them and Matthew could see every inch of Ivan. The man was scarred, to say the least, but they reminded Matthew just how brave the other northern nation had been throughout the years.
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Lost In Your Eyes
There was no doubt in Matthew’s mind that Ivan loved him. He knew the tall Russian cared deeply for him, but there was always a part of his brain that told him the love may only go so far. There was no way to know how the physical aspect of their relationship would play out until they tried.
When Ivan arrived in Quebec after a nine-hour flight from Moscow, Matthew was practically vibrating with excitement. He took Ivan’s bags and sat them at their feet, practically launching himself into Ivan’s arms in an uncharacteristic display of emotion. Ivan laughed, hugging the Canadian close and delighting in the fact that Matthew was in his arms again. He kissed Matthew when the younger man leaned back, also situating him in his strong arms. Ivan turned with Matthew in his arms, pressing the smaller man up against the front door. Matthew made a small squeak in surprise, but Ivan swallowed it and delved into the wet heat of his mouth. He wasn’t deterred when the Canadian pulled away to breathe; his mouth just latched onto Matthew’s pale neck and left several marks before any words were spoken.
“God, I missed you,” Matthew panted, his fingers carding through the Russian’s silvery hair. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Ivan hummed in agreement, suckling more forcefully on Matthew’s pulse point and making the younger nation moan unabashedly. Their kisses grew more passionate and less tender. Soon they were in Matthew’s bedroom, pulling at each other’s clothes in their haste to get to bare skin. Matthew was pressed into his mattress, Ivan’s weight pinning him down as he was kissed breathless. Ivan’s shirt was still on, but unbuttoned, and Matthew’s jeans were around his thighs. They touched any skin they could find without their sight, their lips moving in perfect synchronization. It hadn’t taken long for the pair to learn just about everything about their lover and it came in handy quite often.
“Do you want to continue, Matvey? You haven’t allowed me this far before,” Ivan implored, peppering kisses across Matthew’s shoulders.
Matthew fell silent, his head spinning from lack of oxygen and his brain turning over the idea of having sex with Ivan. He’s never hurt me before, why would he hurt me during sex? He’s always so gentle and careful with me so he wouldn’t change just because we’re…
Being jolted out of his thoughts by a warm hand settling on his hip, Matthew looked up into violet eyes that held nothing but adoration, love, and concern for the younger nation.
“If you do not want to have sex, Matthew, I will not force you. We’ll wait until you are ready, I promise, dorogoi.” Ivan kissed Matthew’s forehead and sat back, letting the Canadian follow him.
“No,” Matthew said, grabbing Ivan’s hand and staring up at him as he shoved down any fear or doubt that tried to form. “I do want to have sex. Really, truly I do. I want you, Ivan, please.”
Ivan smiled that devastatingly handsome smile no one but Matthew got to see, and kissed Matthew back down onto the bed. They shed the rest of their clothes until nothing separated them and Matthew could see every inch of Ivan. The man was scarred, to say the least, but they reminded Matthew just how brave the other northern nation had been throughout the years.
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