Never again 1/1f
anonymous
January 13 2011, 14:10:36 UTC
above part is supposed to be part 1/1e OTL
okay, finally re-wrote it. nearly murdered my computer AND MYSELF, but i did it again and i hope op likes it ; A ;
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The relief he felt when Ivan finally entered him again was nearly indescribable.
He cried out, loving the feeling of being filled once more and groaning when Ivan nearly pulled out entirely, looking over his shoulder and damn-near growling. Ivan chuckled, pushing in again and setting a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin and Alfred’s loud cries and moans filling the air with melodious sounds. It was beautiful, the sound of submission, especially the submission of a nation as strong as Alfred.
He groaned when he felt Alfred starting to push into him, as he clenched and writhed and mewled beneath him. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do. Hands descended on his back, nails raking down and leaving small welts in their wake. Alfred gasped, clenched around his dick and god that was just perfect, and he was so fucking close.
He licked one of his hands quickly, thoroughly wetting it with his saliva, before he wrapped his hand around Alfred’s weeping cock. The smaller male cried out in pleasure, when Ivan increased his speed and when he began to pump in time with his thrusts. He could feel himself beginning to reach his peak, and he was positive Alfred was as well from the way he was crying out, begging for more even as Ivan was thrusting hard enough to leave bruises on his ass from his hipbones.
When Alfred came, he came hard, screaming Ivan’s name as he did. (His human name, not that he would ever admit to it if anyone asked.) His seed shot from him onto the forest-green carpet, and for one moment he wondered if it would possibly be more conspicuous on any other color of carpeting.
Re: Never again 1/1fa i guess
anonymous
January 13 2011, 14:35:29 UTC
anon is such a derper, don't mind me fffff
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And when Ivan came, Alfred’s name was on his lips as well (also his human name, and of course he would also deny it). He continued to thrust until both were flaccid, and spent and absolutely satiated. He pulled out, rising to his feet and running his hands along the scratches on his toned stomach, and bite marks on his neck.
Alfred rolled onto his back, looking up and appreciating the view he had of the Russian. He was surprisingly toned. Alfred, along with many other of the nations, had lived under the impression that Ivan was actually quite large in girth. However, while he did have some fat, it was stunted by toned abs, pectorals, and biceps. It was a very pleasant sight, though he wouldn’t admit it.
Ivan also had a good view. Slick with sweat, covered in hickeys and scratches, he was a very attractive sight. If he hadn’t been so tired, he may have become hard again.
“You will stay with me tonight,” Ivan stated, grabbing Alfred by his arm and pulling him to his feet. “In your state, you will not make it back to your home.”
In his state, Alfred couldn’t object. His legs felt like rubber, and he could barely walk without the Ivan’s support. “Mmmkay,” was the only reply Ivan got, along with a soft ‘omph’ as he tossed Alfred onto the bed and he rolled, very nearly falling, but to the smaller blond’s displeasure.
okay, finally re-wrote it. nearly murdered my computer AND MYSELF, but i did it again and i hope op likes it ; A ;
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The relief he felt when Ivan finally entered him again was nearly indescribable.
He cried out, loving the feeling of being filled once more and groaning when Ivan nearly pulled out entirely, looking over his shoulder and damn-near growling. Ivan chuckled, pushing in again and setting a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin and Alfred’s loud cries and moans filling the air with melodious sounds. It was beautiful, the sound of submission, especially the submission of a nation as strong as Alfred.
He groaned when he felt Alfred starting to push into him, as he clenched and writhed and mewled beneath him. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do. Hands descended on his back, nails raking down and leaving small welts in their wake. Alfred gasped, clenched around his dick and god that was just perfect, and he was so fucking close.
He licked one of his hands quickly, thoroughly wetting it with his saliva, before he wrapped his hand around Alfred’s weeping cock. The smaller male cried out in pleasure, when Ivan increased his speed and when he began to pump in time with his thrusts. He could feel himself beginning to reach his peak, and he was positive Alfred was as well from the way he was crying out, begging for more even as Ivan was thrusting hard enough to leave bruises on his ass from his hipbones.
When Alfred came, he came hard, screaming Ivan’s name as he did. (His human name, not that he would ever admit to it if anyone asked.) His seed shot from him onto the forest-green carpet, and for one moment he wondered if it would possibly be more conspicuous on any other color of carpeting.
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And when Ivan came, Alfred’s name was on his lips as well (also his human name, and of course he would also deny it). He continued to thrust until both were flaccid, and spent and absolutely satiated. He pulled out, rising to his feet and running his hands along the scratches on his toned stomach, and bite marks on his neck.
Alfred rolled onto his back, looking up and appreciating the view he had of the Russian. He was surprisingly toned. Alfred, along with many other of the nations, had lived under the impression that Ivan was actually quite large in girth. However, while he did have some fat, it was stunted by toned abs, pectorals, and biceps. It was a very pleasant sight, though he wouldn’t admit it.
Ivan also had a good view. Slick with sweat, covered in hickeys and scratches, he was a very attractive sight. If he hadn’t been so tired, he may have become hard again.
“You will stay with me tonight,” Ivan stated, grabbing Alfred by his arm and pulling him to his feet. “In your state, you will not make it back to your home.”
In his state, Alfred couldn’t object. His legs felt like rubber, and he could barely walk without the Ivan’s support. “Mmmkay,” was the only reply Ivan got, along with a soft ‘omph’ as he tossed Alfred onto the bed and he rolled, very nearly falling, but to the smaller blond’s displeasure.
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