Play With Me [3/?]
anonymous
January 30 2011, 08:54:23 UTC
“Y-Yao!” Ivan finally wailed. “Please, I-I need help! My zipper is stuck!”
Yao's mouth went dry. “I-I'll be there in a minute! Let me find a pair of pliers-”
“I don't have a minute! I can't wait, I can't...”
His feet moved before his brain caught up, pliers forgotten. Ivan was standing in front of the toilet when he got there, holding himself with both hands and bouncing on the balls of his feet. His face was entirely red, and Yao was almost rooted to the spot by the sight.
“Y-you need to move your hands,” he commanded as calmly as he could, kneeling down next to Ivan.
Ivan shook his head wildly. “I can't! If I let go, I'll...I-I'll...!”
“You have to. I can't fix the zipper with your hands in the way. Just...try to hold on.”
Ivan whimpered softly and squeezed his eyes shut as he did as he was told. Up close Yao could see that he was trembling, every muscle tense with the effort of staying in control of his bladder. Yao gulped, trying to keep all the filthy thoughts out of his mind as he reached up to the caught zipper. He could see where it was stuck on the surrounding fabric, and tried to pull it loose. No luck. He gave it a firmer tug and saw the fabric pull back a little, but at that same instant Ivan gasped sharply. A tiny dark stain blossomed right along the edge of the zipper, spreading warm under Yao's fingers.
“Oh no,” Ivan moaned. “Oh no, no, I'm sorry. Please hurry, I'm...I'm starting to...”
Yao's brain had nearly ground to a halt. It would be so easy. All he had to do was delay a little longer, pretend to be fighting with the zipper, and he could watch Ivan lose control and wet himself only inches from his face. He wanted to see that. He wanted to see that so badly, but then Ivan made a miserable, half-sobbing sound and Yao's conscience reasserted itself. One more firm tug freed the zipper.
Ivan was reaching in past his underwear almost the very instant the zipper came down, but too late, Yao could see the dark wet spot starting to spread again. Finally Ivan managed to pull his cock free and aimed at the toilet. If the thick, gushing stream was any indication, he hadn't been exaggerating the bursting state of his bladder one bit. His eyes slid closed in relief, head lolling back and sighing contently as he continued to empty himself with an audible hiss, on and on and on. It was good Ivan was too lost in his relief to notice anything around him; it gave Yao a chance to readjust his erection into a less noticeable position. Being close enough to touch Ivan's cock while he pissed like a horse didn't do much to help that situation, or that fact that the face Ivan was making looked oddly similar to the expression he had at the peak of an orgasm...
At long last, Ivan was empty. He tucked himself back into his pants, but stopped before zipping back up again. He stared down at himself, cheeks burning. Yao could see what was bothering him. The wet spot on his pants was fairly large now, and his underwear was saturated (which made it very transparent, to Yao's secret delight.)
“D-Don't worry about that,” Yao said as gently as he could, before Ivan could get another word out. “You left some clothes here from the last time you came to visit. It's in the spare bedroom. Go take care of that. I'll fix you something warm to eat when you're done.”
Ivan nodded meekly and exited the bathroom in silence. Yao carefully shut the door and locked it. He needed relief now too, of a very different kind. This would have to be his secret. Ivan would never understand.
Re: Play With Me [3/?]
anonymous
January 30 2011, 14:22:02 UTC
wow lovely. I don't always like this pairing but you write Yao so beautifully here, kinky and more then a little bit forceful. Just the way I like him best.
Re: Play With Me [3/?]
anonymous
January 30 2011, 14:35:25 UTC
Personally, I don't find "water sports" sexy at all. But I just adore the way you write adorable little Russia. <3 And China too, even if he's a tad creepy. xD
Re: Play With Me [3/?]
anonymous
January 30 2011, 18:02:57 UTC
That was the best thing you could do to me, anon X333 This is epic !!! I hope you will write more, soon(can´t wait...) I just love this X3 ^///^ It´s so cute^^
Re: Play With Me [3/?]
anonymous
January 30 2011, 22:08:47 UTC
so hot!
also, i loove that you have yao being caring enough to have ivan's distress as such situations bother him. nice to see, and realistic for a situation like this i think.
Re: Play With Me [3/?]
anonymous
January 31 2011, 01:04:03 UTC
Good God...before the kink meme I had no idea how much bladder desperation was a turn on. Guilty pleasure, just like Yao I guess. xD This was fabulous, I love it, and please continue! Ivan was just so cute~
Re: Play With Me [3/?]
anonymous
January 31 2011, 05:34:49 UTC
Oh, god, I love how China wanted to make Ivan desperate, but his conscience was totally in the way. And how it happened anyway, with that zipper getting stuck~
Re: Play With Me [3/?]
anonymous
January 31 2011, 12:19:26 UTC
I love that zipper thing, too ^///^ I hope this will be updated soon, not like the other forgotten storys X3, it´s so interesing X3(and my kink...) Ivan is terrible cute in this ^^
Play With Me [4/?]
anonymous
March 7 2011, 01:14:24 UTC
((Longish update to make up for the delay.))
Yao sighed and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He needed to go back out and comfort Ivan soon (he always needed it after these embarrassing little upsets,) but something held his feet in place. This was wrong. It was wrong to feel this way. But it was so hard to ignore this kink when he was so close to Ivan. His bladder seemed to have been an issue with him for ages, way back when he was still small...
The very first time it happened was completely innocent. Ivan had been just a tiny little thing when they first met, too shy to look Yao in the eye...or speak up when he had a problem. Yao had been very confused with his little visitor, squirming nervously from across the table and looking more and more distressed as Yao tried to get a conversation out of him. At last he tried pouring the boy a cup of tea to calm him down. Ivan had squeaked at the sound of tea trickling into the cup, turned bright red and ran from the room. Yao had started to follow when his eye caught the pillow Ivan had been sitting on. It was utterly soaked. It was all too obvious what had just happened. Yao set off to look for Ivan and found him curled up in a corner of the garden, sobbing miserably into his scarf.
Any annoyance Yao might have held melted away at once as he stooped to hug the soggy little boy, promising that he wasn't in trouble and no one was angry with him. One bath and a fresh pair of dry trousers later (borrowed from Kiku,) Ivan had calmed down, at least enough to stammer his thanks to Yao and beg him not to tell anyone about his accident. Yao had promised, assuming Ivan had learned his lesson and that it would never happen again.
He was completely wrong about that. Ivan was a very careless little boy. Some incidents were just a repeat of their first meeting, with Ivan ignoring his bladder until it was too late. One time was really Yao's fault; he had been playing with Ivan and decided to tickle him, playing no attention to his pleas for Yao to stop until the laughter turned into tears and Yao finally noticed the puddle spreading across the floor.
It was something he would outgrow sooner or later, Yao was sure. He didn't worry about it too much, and just got in the habit of keeping a change of clothes on hand for Ivan during his visits, just in case. The accidents did indeed grow less and less frequent as Ivan got older...but then the Mongol Empire began his conquest, and Ivan's visits stopped altogether. For centuries he only saw Ivan in passing, if at all.
Ivan had growth into a young man when they finally met again. The top of his head used to only reach to Yao's navel, but now he towered over the ancient nation. He was different now: braver, more confident. He was almost intimidating to be around now, as he started to build his empire and grew stronger and stronger as the years went by. Yao was certain that his embarrassing childish habits were gone for good...until they went out for a ride together outside Moscow during one of Yao's visits. Yao couldn't remember the point of the trip, if Ivan had something to show him or if he just wanted to ride horses on a warm early spring day. All he could remember was the point when he realizes that Ivan was squirming in his saddle, biting his lip and looking around nervously. He kept asking if Yao was getting tired and wanted to stop for a bit.
It was obvious in Yao's eyes what was troubling him, but he couldn't bring himself to humor Ivan and ask that they stop. Why didn't Ivan just admit that he needed to relieve himself? Yao wasn't sure, but he found that he didn't really care. His eyes were glued to Ivan, to the way he tried to grind his groin against the saddle and shifted his hips and every so often gave his cock a discrete little squeeze. Yao felt himself growing warm all over, heart racing with anticipation as he watched Ivan behaving like a desperate little boy again. It shouldn't have been arousing. It really shouldn't have been, but Yao couldn't help himself.
Play With Me [5/?]
anonymous
March 7 2011, 01:18:45 UTC
At last Ivan went rigid and hastily climbed down from his horse.
“I'm sorry Yao, I-I...can't wait any more!” he blurted out, red faced and holding his groin with one hand as he bolted into the woods, leaving Yao to scramble for the horse's reigns. Ivan was gone for a long time, so long that Yao tied up their horses to a tree and went looking for his companion. He found Ivan hiding behind a tree, struggling to adjust his coat and tunic in a way that hid the enormous wet spot on the front of his trousers.
“Please don't tell anyone!” he begged, with huge teary eyes when he noticed Yao watching. It was as if all those centuries hadn't passed at all, and once again Yao was reassuring him that he would keep his accident a secret.
That had been the real beginning, that day in the woods when Yao realized just how much he liked seeing Ivan that way, full and desperate and vulnerable. They grew closer over the years, and Yao had more opportunities to watch Ivan get into such situations. He didn't have the heart to force Ivan to get desperate and have an accident, but Ivan hardly needed outside intervention to get to that state. He just never seemed to learn his own limits.
Yao sighed again, shaking himself out of his daydreams. Ivan was still waiting outside for him. There was no time for this. Taking a deep breath, he left the bathroom. Ivan had finished changing and was curled up on the couch, looking terribly small. Yao took a seat next to him and reached up the pet his hair, pleased when Ivan didn't pull away.
“Sorry, Yao,” he mumbled softly, closing his eyes and leaning closer to the touch.
Yao clicked his tongue. “Nothing to apologize for. Don't let it bother you.”
Ivan hummed peacefully, inching closer until he was nearly in Yao's lap. “Yao is too nice to me.”
“You sound surprised. What did you expect me to do about this? Spank you?”
Ivan lowered his face down to Yao's neck, nuzzling. “Maybe.”
“Silly man. Did you want something to eat? Or some tea?”
“Ah...” His face was half hidden, but Yao could still see his cheeks turning pink. “M-maybe I should avoid tea for a little while, da?”
Yao hummed his agreement, shifting on the couch and pulling Ivan's head down to rest in his lap.
They didn't speak about the incident for the rest of the day, not until later that night when they were climbing into bed together.
“I want to do something nice for Yao,” Ivan suddenly announced out of the blue. “Yao is always nice to me. I want to do something too.”
Yao rolled over to face him. Ivan was looking unusually serious. “What did you have in mind?”
Ivan turned a little pink and dropped his gaze. “Francis says I should do something you like in bed.”
“You don't have to listen to Francis about that.”
“But you do the things I like all the time! I know you don't really like wearing dresses, but you still do it for me when we're having fun together. Isn't there anything Yao likes that I could do? I-I could maybe find a dress in my size too, if that's what you're into...”
“No, that's fine. I, er...I'm not into crossdressing like you are.”
“Oh, good. I was just thinking that it wouldn't look very good on me. But what do you like? We can do anything!”
Yao rolled away. He couldn't stand looking at Ivan's open, eager face at that moment. “It's not important.”
“It is! It's not fair that we only do things I like.”
“I really don't mind, Ivan.” Please drop it.
“But I mind. I want to make you happy.”
Yao sighed and turned his face into his pillow. “You already do.”
That shut Ivan up for a few seconds. “Th-then I want to make you more happy! Why can't you tell me what you like?”
“Maybe I just like our normal sex.”
Ivan's hand came down heavily on Yao's shoulder, pulling him back around to face him. “Do you really?”
Yao wavered. It was hard to lie to Ivan like this. “Fine, maybe I like other things too. But it really doesn't matter. I'm fine with how things are now. Can we go to sleep now?”
“Nyet! You have to tell me what it is!”
“You won't want to do any of it.”
“You don't know that! Why can't you tell me? I promise I won't think less of you, no matter what it is.”
Play With Me [6/?]
anonymous
March 7 2011, 01:23:10 UTC
“...well, maybe I would be a little uncomfortable if you like doing things with animals, or little children. Is that what you like?”
Yao made a face. “Of course not.”
“There, then you don't need to worry!” Ivan said brightly, scooting closer to Yao. “Just tell me. Or if you won't, I'll have to guess. Do you like...bondage? Leather? Foodplay? Bloodplay? Breathplay? Orgasm denial? Um...” He paused, scratching his chin as he brainstormed. “Enemas? Exhibitionism? Or...um...what about watersports?”
Yao flinched, just slightly, but it was enough for Ivan to notice.
“Ah, you like watersports? Is that it? You made a funny face when I said that.”
Yao's face burned. “Yes,” he muttered weakly, looking away.
“Ah, wonderful! Then we can try that for you! Um...what exactly does that involve? Do you...want me to pee on you or something?”
“N-no. I'm not really into that kind of thing.”
“Oh, then what do you like?”
Yao swallowed dryly. He shouldn't say anything. But Ivan had promised that he would mind... “I-I like...I like when you're...desperate.” He turned away again. He didn't want to see what Ivan's face looked like.
Ivan was quiet for a long moment. “Y-you mean when I...um...w-when I have to go really badly? Like earlier today?”
Yao nodded silently.
“Um, Yao? Do you like...what happens afterward too? When I can't...I mean...when I can't...hold it in?”
Yao risked a look over his shoulder. Ivan was blushing, but he didn't look angry or disgusted. That was promising. “Yes,” he admit quietly.
Ivan gave an awkward laugh. “Ah, that's a relief than. I-I always thought that Yao thought I was disgusting whenever that happened.”
“Not at all,” Yao promised. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”
“Er, what about...” Ivan's blush deepened. “What about when it...you know...happens when I'm asleep? Do you like that too?”
“I do,” Yao said, and feeling a little more confident, added, “Although it can be a hassle to clean up. Like at that Christmas party a few years ago when you fell asleep at my hotel room and wet-”
Ivan whined and hid his face in his pillow. “Don't tease, Yao! It's embarrassing!”
Yao laughed, feeling the anxiety in his chest letting up. “I'm sorry. You're just very cute whenever that happens.”
“Really? You mean it?” Ivan peeked out from behind the pillow. “You aren't just saying this to make me feel better?”
Yao rolled his eyes. “Who would lie about having such a fetish just to make you feel better? Yes, I do mean it.”
Ivan sat up finally. “Then we should do something like this tomorrow! We don't have anywhere we need to be, da? Then tomorrow can be your day. I'll do anything you like, act out any fantasies you want.”
“Are you sure? You really don't have to if you don't want-”
“I do want!” Ivan insisted. “I-I had never thought about something like this before, and it's still embarrassing, but...but I can try something new. For you.”
Yao felt a smile helplessly spreading across his face. “If you're sure. You still have your safeword, don't you?”
“Da, 'pierogi.'”
“And you know you can use it at any time, right? Whenever you want to stop. I won't be upset or disappointed. You know that, right?”
“Of course, Yao!”
“Good. Then...” Yao gulped. This was all happening so fast.
“Then tomorrow we can start playing,” Ivan said with a note of finality. “Good night, Yao!”
Play With Me [7/?]
anonymous
March 7 2011, 01:26:36 UTC
Yao slowly blinked himself away. Sunlight was streaming in through the window and Ivan was curled up at his side, snoring quietly. Yao smiled to himself. Ivan looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Yao would have liked to lie there and watch him a little longer, but nature was calling, as it always did first thing in the morning. Reluctantly he extracted himself from Ivan's arms and climbed out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Ivan mumbled sleepily.
“Just the bathroom,” Yao said around a yawn. “Go back to sleep.”
Ivan's brow wrinkled. “Can't. I have to go too.” He began to get up and follow Yao to the bathroom, but Yao stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“Who said you were allowed to, Ivan?”
Ivan's eyes widened, surprise waking him up more fully. “But I-”
“Didn't you say yesterday that you would do whatever I said? I haven't given you permission to use the toilet. You'll have to wait.” Yao's pulse raced at the thrill of what he was doing. Doubt began to creep in around the thrill. Was he moving too fast? “You can stop me at any time,” he reminded Ivan in a gentler voice. “If you aren't ready to play like this, just say so.”
Ivan shook his head and managed a small smile. “Yao is the boss today. I'll be good.”
Yao grinned back and headed into the bathroom to empty his bladder and brush his teeth, leaving the water running a little longer than was strictly necessary.
“You can come in and brush your teeth too,” he called to the shadow lurked right outside the bathroom door.
Ivan peeked in around the door frame. “A-am I allowed to pee now?” he asked meekly.
“Not now,” Yao said firmly. “Just your teeth.”
Ivan's steps were rigid and awkward on his way to the sink. He was clearly very uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot as he grabbed his toothbrush and paste. The little dance got more frantic as he turned the water on, and quickly shut it off as soon as the brush was damp. He scrubbed at his teeth furiously, dancing in place again when he had to turn the water back on again to clean the brush and finally stepped back, sighing wearily.
“D-done, Yao,” he breathed.
“Good. Now, how about breakfast? I'm feeling a little hungry now. Don't worry, I'll cook for you. We can have blini.”
Even through his discomfort, Ivan smiled at the mention of his favorite food. He followed Yao into the kitchen and took a seat at the table, holding his hands between his legs when he thought Yao wasn't looking.
Yao tried to work as quickly as he could, not wanting to miss anything from Ivan. He snuck looks whenever he could, and made sure to pour the milk in as noisily as he could as he worked. Ivan groaned softly and held himself a little tighter at the noise.
Finally the food was done, but Ivan hardly seemed able to enjoy it. He chewed mechanically, squirming in his seat so badly that he almost knocked over his plate twice.
Maybe Yao should have just let Ivan go at that point. He was clearly desperate. Maybe he was doing too much all at once.
“Y-Yao?” Ivan finally asked. He was shuddering violently at this point. “C-can I please go now? Please? I...really...I n-need to go!”
Yao almost said yes. He almost gave in...but the temptation was too great. “You can go after you help me clean the dishes. You wash, I dry. Alright? And be sure to use warm water.”
Play With Me [8/?]
anonymous
March 7 2011, 01:29:57 UTC
“You can go as soon as we're done,” Yao soothed. “It won't take long.”
Ivan looked down, biting his lip. Finally he nodded and waddled awkwardly over to the sink, wincing when Yao turned the water on. He almost looked like he was in pain when the warm water washed over his hands, but he just grit his teeth and grabbed a plate, scrubbing at quickly as he could.
The warm water was working its magic quickly on Ivan's bladder. Yao couldn't focus on drying the dishes, not when he could watch the determination melting off Ivan's face as he fast became frantic. Finally he dropped the pan he was cleaning with a sharp little noise and grabbed at himself, bouncing from foot to foot with a pained whine. His pajama pants were starting to look wet around his hands.
“Are you leaking, Ivan?” Yao asked, struggling to keep his voice calm and authoritative.
Ivan's face flared red. “N-n-nyet, i-it's just the w-water from my hands. Th-that's all. I-I'm not...”
“Really? Move your hands. Let me see.”
Ivan whimpered, but obeyed the order. The wet spot was much too big to be just from his damp hands, but Yao still reached down to feel, putting on a show of examining.
“Are you telling me the truth, Ivan? It's not nice to lie,” he murmured, massaging Ivan's cock through his clothes.
Ivan opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Instead his eyes widened as a shiver ran through his body, and suddenly Yao felt a warm gush against his hand. Another long spurt followed almost as soon as the first had ended, then another and another. Finally Yao felt a hard stream spray against his palm, and this time it didn't stop. Ivan cried out in dismay and tried to pull back, but Yao wrapped an arm around his back, keeping him in place as his pants became soaked and a puddle grew around his feet. Yao had been rock hard from the minute Ivan started to piss in his hand, but when he felt Ivan lose all control he came hard in his pants, grabbing onto Ivan's arm for support as the orgasm made his knees weak. Finally he felt the flow weaken and die off, and only then did he let go of Ivan and stand back. Ivan was wet from crotch to ankle, and the puddle looked enormous on the kitchen floor. Yao shivered at the thought of Ivan holding all that inside his body, fighting back that pressure...
“I'm sorry, Yao,” Ivan mumbled. Yao looked up. Ivan's face almost as red as his old flag. “I-I couldn't hold it anymore.”
Yao stood on his toes to plant a kiss on Ivan's cheek. “You did fine. More than fine. You were wonderful.”
“B-but I was supposed to hold it until the dishes were done...”
“Ivan, I really didn't expect you to make it that far. And it would have been much less fun for me if you did make it in time.”
“Oh!” Ivan brightened up at that. “So this was what you had in mind?”
“Exactly.” Another little kiss on the cheek. “You were perfect. Why don't you go take a shower now? I'll clean up here and join you in a second.”
Ivan nodded, smiling bashfully and still blushing. “I will. And, um...if you want, I don't mind if we keep playing your game after this. It...it actually felt good to let go like that.” His blush deepened and he retreated to the bathroom before Yao get another word out.
Yao's mouth went dry. “I-I'll be there in a minute! Let me find a pair of pliers-”
“I don't have a minute! I can't wait, I can't...”
His feet moved before his brain caught up, pliers forgotten. Ivan was standing in front of the toilet when he got there, holding himself with both hands and bouncing on the balls of his feet. His face was entirely red, and Yao was almost rooted to the spot by the sight.
“Y-you need to move your hands,” he commanded as calmly as he could, kneeling down next to Ivan.
Ivan shook his head wildly. “I can't! If I let go, I'll...I-I'll...!”
“You have to. I can't fix the zipper with your hands in the way. Just...try to hold on.”
Ivan whimpered softly and squeezed his eyes shut as he did as he was told. Up close Yao could see that he was trembling, every muscle tense with the effort of staying in control of his bladder. Yao gulped, trying to keep all the filthy thoughts out of his mind as he reached up to the caught zipper. He could see where it was stuck on the surrounding fabric, and tried to pull it loose. No luck. He gave it a firmer tug and saw the fabric pull back a little, but at that same instant Ivan gasped sharply. A tiny dark stain blossomed right along the edge of the zipper, spreading warm under Yao's fingers.
“Oh no,” Ivan moaned. “Oh no, no, I'm sorry. Please hurry, I'm...I'm starting to...”
Yao's brain had nearly ground to a halt. It would be so easy. All he had to do was delay a little longer, pretend to be fighting with the zipper, and he could watch Ivan lose control and wet himself only inches from his face. He wanted to see that. He wanted to see that so badly, but then Ivan made a miserable, half-sobbing sound and Yao's conscience reasserted itself. One more firm tug freed the zipper.
Ivan was reaching in past his underwear almost the very instant the zipper came down, but too late, Yao could see the dark wet spot starting to spread again. Finally Ivan managed to pull his cock free and aimed at the toilet. If the thick, gushing stream was any indication, he hadn't been exaggerating the bursting state of his bladder one bit. His eyes slid closed in relief, head lolling back and sighing contently as he continued to empty himself with an audible hiss, on and on and on. It was good Ivan was too lost in his relief to notice anything around him; it gave Yao a chance to readjust his erection into a less noticeable position. Being close enough to touch Ivan's cock while he pissed like a horse didn't do much to help that situation, or that fact that the face Ivan was making looked oddly similar to the expression he had at the peak of an orgasm...
At long last, Ivan was empty. He tucked himself back into his pants, but stopped before zipping back up again. He stared down at himself, cheeks burning. Yao could see what was bothering him. The wet spot on his pants was fairly large now, and his underwear was saturated (which made it very transparent, to Yao's secret delight.)
“D-Don't worry about that,” Yao said as gently as he could, before Ivan could get another word out. “You left some clothes here from the last time you came to visit. It's in the spare bedroom. Go take care of that. I'll fix you something warm to eat when you're done.”
Ivan nodded meekly and exited the bathroom in silence. Yao carefully shut the door and locked it. He needed relief now too, of a very different kind. This would have to be his secret. Ivan would never understand.
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I like how you write Yao as well~
Can't wait for more!
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This is epic !!! I hope you will write more, soon(can´t wait...)
I just love this X3 ^///^ It´s so cute^^
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also, i loove that you have yao being caring enough to have ivan's distress as such situations bother him. nice to see, and realistic for a situation like this i think.
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I hope this will be updated soon, not like the other forgotten storys X3, it´s so interesing X3(and my kink...)
Ivan is terrible cute in this ^^
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This is adorable^^
Poor Ivan...he´s so plagued with with "problem"
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Yao sighed and stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He needed to go back out and comfort Ivan soon (he always needed it after these embarrassing little upsets,) but something held his feet in place. This was wrong. It was wrong to feel this way. But it was so hard to ignore this kink when he was so close to Ivan. His bladder seemed to have been an issue with him for ages, way back when he was still small...
The very first time it happened was completely innocent. Ivan had been just a tiny little thing when they first met, too shy to look Yao in the eye...or speak up when he had a problem. Yao had been very confused with his little visitor, squirming nervously from across the table and looking more and more distressed as Yao tried to get a conversation out of him. At last he tried pouring the boy a cup of tea to calm him down. Ivan had squeaked at the sound of tea trickling into the cup, turned bright red and ran from the room. Yao had started to follow when his eye caught the pillow Ivan had been sitting on. It was utterly soaked. It was all too obvious what had just happened. Yao set off to look for Ivan and found him curled up in a corner of the garden, sobbing miserably into his scarf.
Any annoyance Yao might have held melted away at once as he stooped to hug the soggy little boy, promising that he wasn't in trouble and no one was angry with him. One bath and a fresh pair of dry trousers later (borrowed from Kiku,) Ivan had calmed down, at least enough to stammer his thanks to Yao and beg him not to tell anyone about his accident. Yao had promised, assuming Ivan had learned his lesson and that it would never happen again.
He was completely wrong about that. Ivan was a very careless little boy. Some incidents were just a repeat of their first meeting, with Ivan ignoring his bladder until it was too late. One time was really Yao's fault; he had been playing with Ivan and decided to tickle him, playing no attention to his pleas for Yao to stop until the laughter turned into tears and Yao finally noticed the puddle spreading across the floor.
It was something he would outgrow sooner or later, Yao was sure. He didn't worry about it too much, and just got in the habit of keeping a change of clothes on hand for Ivan during his visits, just in case. The accidents did indeed grow less and less frequent as Ivan got older...but then the Mongol Empire began his conquest, and Ivan's visits stopped altogether. For centuries he only saw Ivan in passing, if at all.
Ivan had growth into a young man when they finally met again. The top of his head used to only reach to Yao's navel, but now he towered over the ancient nation. He was different now: braver, more confident. He was almost intimidating to be around now, as he started to build his empire and grew stronger and stronger as the years went by. Yao was certain that his embarrassing childish habits were gone for good...until they went out for a ride together outside Moscow during one of Yao's visits. Yao couldn't remember the point of the trip, if Ivan had something to show him or if he just wanted to ride horses on a warm early spring day. All he could remember was the point when he realizes that Ivan was squirming in his saddle, biting his lip and looking around nervously. He kept asking if Yao was getting tired and wanted to stop for a bit.
It was obvious in Yao's eyes what was troubling him, but he couldn't bring himself to humor Ivan and ask that they stop. Why didn't Ivan just admit that he needed to relieve himself? Yao wasn't sure, but he found that he didn't really care. His eyes were glued to Ivan, to the way he tried to grind his groin against the saddle and shifted his hips and every so often gave his cock a discrete little squeeze. Yao felt himself growing warm all over, heart racing with anticipation as he watched Ivan behaving like a desperate little boy again. It shouldn't have been arousing. It really shouldn't have been, but Yao couldn't help himself.
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“I'm sorry Yao, I-I...can't wait any more!” he blurted out, red faced and holding his groin with one hand as he bolted into the woods, leaving Yao to scramble for the horse's reigns. Ivan was gone for a long time, so long that Yao tied up their horses to a tree and went looking for his companion. He found Ivan hiding behind a tree, struggling to adjust his coat and tunic in a way that hid the enormous wet spot on the front of his trousers.
“Please don't tell anyone!” he begged, with huge teary eyes when he noticed Yao watching. It was as if all those centuries hadn't passed at all, and once again Yao was reassuring him that he would keep his accident a secret.
That had been the real beginning, that day in the woods when Yao realized just how much he liked seeing Ivan that way, full and desperate and vulnerable. They grew closer over the years, and Yao had more opportunities to watch Ivan get into such situations. He didn't have the heart to force Ivan to get desperate and have an accident, but Ivan hardly needed outside intervention to get to that state. He just never seemed to learn his own limits.
Yao sighed again, shaking himself out of his daydreams. Ivan was still waiting outside for him. There was no time for this. Taking a deep breath, he left the bathroom. Ivan had finished changing and was curled up on the couch, looking terribly small. Yao took a seat next to him and reached up the pet his hair, pleased when Ivan didn't pull away.
“Sorry, Yao,” he mumbled softly, closing his eyes and leaning closer to the touch.
Yao clicked his tongue. “Nothing to apologize for. Don't let it bother you.”
Ivan hummed peacefully, inching closer until he was nearly in Yao's lap. “Yao is too nice to me.”
“You sound surprised. What did you expect me to do about this? Spank you?”
Ivan lowered his face down to Yao's neck, nuzzling. “Maybe.”
“Silly man. Did you want something to eat? Or some tea?”
“Ah...” His face was half hidden, but Yao could still see his cheeks turning pink. “M-maybe I should avoid tea for a little while, da?”
Yao hummed his agreement, shifting on the couch and pulling Ivan's head down to rest in his lap.
They didn't speak about the incident for the rest of the day, not until later that night when they were climbing into bed together.
“I want to do something nice for Yao,” Ivan suddenly announced out of the blue. “Yao is always nice to me. I want to do something too.”
Yao rolled over to face him. Ivan was looking unusually serious. “What did you have in mind?”
Ivan turned a little pink and dropped his gaze. “Francis says I should do something you like in bed.”
“You don't have to listen to Francis about that.”
“But you do the things I like all the time! I know you don't really like wearing dresses, but you still do it for me when we're having fun together. Isn't there anything Yao likes that I could do? I-I could maybe find a dress in my size too, if that's what you're into...”
“No, that's fine. I, er...I'm not into crossdressing like you are.”
“Oh, good. I was just thinking that it wouldn't look very good on me. But what do you like? We can do anything!”
Yao rolled away. He couldn't stand looking at Ivan's open, eager face at that moment. “It's not important.”
“It is! It's not fair that we only do things I like.”
“I really don't mind, Ivan.” Please drop it.
“But I mind. I want to make you happy.”
Yao sighed and turned his face into his pillow. “You already do.”
That shut Ivan up for a few seconds. “Th-then I want to make you more happy! Why can't you tell me what you like?”
“Maybe I just like our normal sex.”
Ivan's hand came down heavily on Yao's shoulder, pulling him back around to face him. “Do you really?”
Yao wavered. It was hard to lie to Ivan like this. “Fine, maybe I like other things too. But it really doesn't matter. I'm fine with how things are now. Can we go to sleep now?”
“Nyet! You have to tell me what it is!”
“You won't want to do any of it.”
“You don't know that! Why can't you tell me? I promise I won't think less of you, no matter what it is.”
“You can't promise that, Ivan.”
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Yao made a face. “Of course not.”
“There, then you don't need to worry!” Ivan said brightly, scooting closer to Yao. “Just tell me. Or if you won't, I'll have to guess. Do you like...bondage? Leather? Foodplay? Bloodplay? Breathplay? Orgasm denial? Um...” He paused, scratching his chin as he brainstormed. “Enemas? Exhibitionism? Or...um...what about watersports?”
Yao flinched, just slightly, but it was enough for Ivan to notice.
“Ah, you like watersports? Is that it? You made a funny face when I said that.”
Yao's face burned. “Yes,” he muttered weakly, looking away.
“Ah, wonderful! Then we can try that for you! Um...what exactly does that involve? Do you...want me to pee on you or something?”
“N-no. I'm not really into that kind of thing.”
“Oh, then what do you like?”
Yao swallowed dryly. He shouldn't say anything. But Ivan had promised that he would mind... “I-I like...I like when you're...desperate.” He turned away again. He didn't want to see what Ivan's face looked like.
Ivan was quiet for a long moment. “Y-you mean when I...um...w-when I have to go really badly? Like earlier today?”
Yao nodded silently.
“Um, Yao? Do you like...what happens afterward too? When I can't...I mean...when I can't...hold it in?”
Yao risked a look over his shoulder. Ivan was blushing, but he didn't look angry or disgusted. That was promising. “Yes,” he admit quietly.
Ivan gave an awkward laugh. “Ah, that's a relief than. I-I always thought that Yao thought I was disgusting whenever that happened.”
“Not at all,” Yao promised. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”
“Er, what about...” Ivan's blush deepened. “What about when it...you know...happens when I'm asleep? Do you like that too?”
“I do,” Yao said, and feeling a little more confident, added, “Although it can be a hassle to clean up. Like at that Christmas party a few years ago when you fell asleep at my hotel room and wet-”
Ivan whined and hid his face in his pillow. “Don't tease, Yao! It's embarrassing!”
Yao laughed, feeling the anxiety in his chest letting up. “I'm sorry. You're just very cute whenever that happens.”
“Really? You mean it?” Ivan peeked out from behind the pillow. “You aren't just saying this to make me feel better?”
Yao rolled his eyes. “Who would lie about having such a fetish just to make you feel better? Yes, I do mean it.”
Ivan sat up finally. “Then we should do something like this tomorrow! We don't have anywhere we need to be, da? Then tomorrow can be your day. I'll do anything you like, act out any fantasies you want.”
“Are you sure? You really don't have to if you don't want-”
“I do want!” Ivan insisted. “I-I had never thought about something like this before, and it's still embarrassing, but...but I can try something new. For you.”
Yao felt a smile helplessly spreading across his face. “If you're sure. You still have your safeword, don't you?”
“Da, 'pierogi.'”
“And you know you can use it at any time, right? Whenever you want to stop. I won't be upset or disappointed. You know that, right?”
“Of course, Yao!”
“Good. Then...” Yao gulped. This was all happening so fast.
“Then tomorrow we can start playing,” Ivan said with a note of finality. “Good night, Yao!”
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“Where are you going?” Ivan mumbled sleepily.
“Just the bathroom,” Yao said around a yawn. “Go back to sleep.”
Ivan's brow wrinkled. “Can't. I have to go too.” He began to get up and follow Yao to the bathroom, but Yao stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“Who said you were allowed to, Ivan?”
Ivan's eyes widened, surprise waking him up more fully. “But I-”
“Didn't you say yesterday that you would do whatever I said? I haven't given you permission to use the toilet. You'll have to wait.” Yao's pulse raced at the thrill of what he was doing. Doubt began to creep in around the thrill. Was he moving too fast? “You can stop me at any time,” he reminded Ivan in a gentler voice. “If you aren't ready to play like this, just say so.”
Ivan shook his head and managed a small smile. “Yao is the boss today. I'll be good.”
Yao grinned back and headed into the bathroom to empty his bladder and brush his teeth, leaving the water running a little longer than was strictly necessary.
“You can come in and brush your teeth too,” he called to the shadow lurked right outside the bathroom door.
Ivan peeked in around the door frame. “A-am I allowed to pee now?” he asked meekly.
“Not now,” Yao said firmly. “Just your teeth.”
Ivan's steps were rigid and awkward on his way to the sink. He was clearly very uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot as he grabbed his toothbrush and paste. The little dance got more frantic as he turned the water on, and quickly shut it off as soon as the brush was damp. He scrubbed at his teeth furiously, dancing in place again when he had to turn the water back on again to clean the brush and finally stepped back, sighing wearily.
“D-done, Yao,” he breathed.
“Good. Now, how about breakfast? I'm feeling a little hungry now. Don't worry, I'll cook for you. We can have blini.”
Even through his discomfort, Ivan smiled at the mention of his favorite food. He followed Yao into the kitchen and took a seat at the table, holding his hands between his legs when he thought Yao wasn't looking.
Yao tried to work as quickly as he could, not wanting to miss anything from Ivan. He snuck looks whenever he could, and made sure to pour the milk in as noisily as he could as he worked. Ivan groaned softly and held himself a little tighter at the noise.
Finally the food was done, but Ivan hardly seemed able to enjoy it. He chewed mechanically, squirming in his seat so badly that he almost knocked over his plate twice.
Maybe Yao should have just let Ivan go at that point. He was clearly desperate. Maybe he was doing too much all at once.
“Y-Yao?” Ivan finally asked. He was shuddering violently at this point. “C-can I please go now? Please? I...really...I n-need to go!”
Yao almost said yes. He almost gave in...but the temptation was too great. “You can go after you help me clean the dishes. You wash, I dry. Alright? And be sure to use warm water.”
Ivan's face was the very picture of horror.
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Ivan looked down, biting his lip. Finally he nodded and waddled awkwardly over to the sink, wincing when Yao turned the water on. He almost looked like he was in pain when the warm water washed over his hands, but he just grit his teeth and grabbed a plate, scrubbing at quickly as he could.
The warm water was working its magic quickly on Ivan's bladder. Yao couldn't focus on drying the dishes, not when he could watch the determination melting off Ivan's face as he fast became frantic. Finally he dropped the pan he was cleaning with a sharp little noise and grabbed at himself, bouncing from foot to foot with a pained whine. His pajama pants were starting to look wet around his hands.
“Are you leaking, Ivan?” Yao asked, struggling to keep his voice calm and authoritative.
Ivan's face flared red. “N-n-nyet, i-it's just the w-water from my hands. Th-that's all. I-I'm not...”
“Really? Move your hands. Let me see.”
Ivan whimpered, but obeyed the order. The wet spot was much too big to be just from his damp hands, but Yao still reached down to feel, putting on a show of examining.
“Are you telling me the truth, Ivan? It's not nice to lie,” he murmured, massaging Ivan's cock through his clothes.
Ivan opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Instead his eyes widened as a shiver ran through his body, and suddenly Yao felt a warm gush against his hand. Another long spurt followed almost as soon as the first had ended, then another and another. Finally Yao felt a hard stream spray against his palm, and this time it didn't stop. Ivan cried out in dismay and tried to pull back, but Yao wrapped an arm around his back, keeping him in place as his pants became soaked and a puddle grew around his feet. Yao had been rock hard from the minute Ivan started to piss in his hand, but when he felt Ivan lose all control he came hard in his pants, grabbing onto Ivan's arm for support as the orgasm made his knees weak. Finally he felt the flow weaken and die off, and only then did he let go of Ivan and stand back. Ivan was wet from crotch to ankle, and the puddle looked enormous on the kitchen floor. Yao shivered at the thought of Ivan holding all that inside his body, fighting back that pressure...
“I'm sorry, Yao,” Ivan mumbled. Yao looked up. Ivan's face almost as red as his old flag. “I-I couldn't hold it anymore.”
Yao stood on his toes to plant a kiss on Ivan's cheek. “You did fine. More than fine. You were wonderful.”
“B-but I was supposed to hold it until the dishes were done...”
“Ivan, I really didn't expect you to make it that far. And it would have been much less fun for me if you did make it in time.”
“Oh!” Ivan brightened up at that. “So this was what you had in mind?”
“Exactly.” Another little kiss on the cheek. “You were perfect. Why don't you go take a shower now? I'll clean up here and join you in a second.”
Ivan nodded, smiling bashfully and still blushing. “I will. And, um...if you want, I don't mind if we keep playing your game after this. It...it actually felt good to let go like that.” His blush deepened and he retreated to the bathroom before Yao get another word out.
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