Never again 1/1a
anonymous
January 13 2011, 13:10:41 UTC
hope op is good with RusAme! this is the first time this anon is writing legit smut, so bear with me. this will be quite the sexapade (hopefully)
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It was more than likely a one night stand kind of deal. Both men knew that. Neither of them particularly minded either-seeing as the preconceived notions they both had of each other were not the most positive. Ivan knew Alfred was pushy, arrogant, obnoxious and even stupid, and Alfred knew that Ivan was sadistic, cold, uncaring, and (gag) a smoker. Neither wanted this to turn into a long-time thing, or even for them to become fuck buddies. A one night stand, one that possibly both would attribute to too many years of sexual frustrations and a lot of alcohol. Alfred knew that he, personally, would pretend to not remember any of it.
Even as they entered Ivan’s hotel room-lips attached to one another’s faces, breathing heavy, hands clawing at clothes and bodies begging for more friction-Alfred murmured into Ivan’s thoroughly bitten ear:
“This never happened.”
And Ivan grunted in agreement, continuing to leave a dark purple hicky on Alfred’s neck.
They didn’t even make it to the bed before they started literally tearing off clothes-which was actually really lame because, damnit, Alfred had really liked that shirt. They didn’t even remove all of their clothing, because for some reason that seemed all too intimate. As appealing as Alfred found seeing the Ivan’s (surprisingly) toned physique, he would have to be content with watching how his muscles rippled from under his white undershirt.
Alfred was the only one whose shirt was actually off all the way, along with his pants, though his boxers stayed on. Ivan had been surprised to see that they didn’t feature the flag the other nation was so fond of, but instead was covered in Spongebob Squarepants-something he had been ludicrously entertained by, and it only reasserted his opinion that Alfred was just an over-grown child with no sense of dignity.
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It was more than likely a one night stand kind of deal. Both men knew that. Neither of them particularly minded either-seeing as the preconceived notions they both had of each other were not the most positive. Ivan knew Alfred was pushy, arrogant, obnoxious and even stupid, and Alfred knew that Ivan was sadistic, cold, uncaring, and (gag) a smoker. Neither wanted this to turn into a long-time thing, or even for them to become fuck buddies. A one night stand, one that possibly both would attribute to too many years of sexual frustrations and a lot of alcohol. Alfred knew that he, personally, would pretend to not remember any of it.
Even as they entered Ivan’s hotel room-lips attached to one another’s faces, breathing heavy, hands clawing at clothes and bodies begging for more friction-Alfred murmured into Ivan’s thoroughly bitten ear:
“This never happened.”
And Ivan grunted in agreement, continuing to leave a dark purple hicky on Alfred’s neck.
They didn’t even make it to the bed before they started literally tearing off clothes-which was actually really lame because, damnit, Alfred had really liked that shirt. They didn’t even remove all of their clothing, because for some reason that seemed all too intimate. As appealing as Alfred found seeing the Ivan’s (surprisingly) toned physique, he would have to be content with watching how his muscles rippled from under his white undershirt.
Alfred was the only one whose shirt was actually off all the way, along with his pants, though his boxers stayed on. Ivan had been surprised to see that they didn’t feature the flag the other nation was so fond of, but instead was covered in Spongebob Squarepants-something he had been ludicrously entertained by, and it only reasserted his opinion that Alfred was just an over-grown child with no sense of dignity.
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