Re: Any/Any - Sex in a tight space
anonymous
October 25 2012, 21:06:45 UTC
part 5
He tried to shy his head away from the Russian's intense scrutiny. Ivan quickly grabbed his face while still carefully looking, which made Canada's heart beat faster. After few more moments of their eyes meeting, Ivan spokeand revealed his discovery.
"Canada does look like America...very similar," Ivan pointed out with a laugh.
Canada felt a pang in his heart. Hearing comments about his resemblance to his twin brother hurt him deeply. A small frown appeared on his face and his purple-blue eyes tried to look away from the Russian's face.
"But there are so much small differences," Ivan added happily.
Ivan was bored, considering the lack of space to do anything, so he had thought it would be a good idea to look at Canada. He wondered why the boy was so frequently forgotten or mistaken for his brother. He did admit that he had trouble telling them apart at first, but upon closer inspection, he discovered many small variations.
His own eyes were a mixture of violet and blue. Matthew's eyes were similar to his, but a lighter purple. He liked his eyes much more than America's baby blues.
"Canada has nicer eyes," Russia complimented.
Canada redden at the praise and stuttered out a 'thank-you'. The Russian found Matthew's reactions to be funny and cute. He wanted to see how far he could go to further embarrass the arctic nation. A curl was bouncing in front of his face and that piqued the Russian's interest.
"Huh...this curl looks different than America's." He pinched the curl, feeling the softness of Canada's silky hair. Matthew did not have the chance to react and released a gasp, his cheeks painted pink in arousal.
"This curl is much thin and long..." Ivan muttered to himself.
Canada silently prayed for Russia to let go. His fingers gently tracing the strand of hair made Canada feel very warm; blood rushed down his swollen 'vital regions'. He lowered his head in shame, trying to conceal his flushed face from the Russian's prying eyes. Ivan saw this and frowned. With desire egging him on to see the smaller male's face, he pulled on the strand of hair sharply upwards, revealing Canada's flustered visage. A cry of pleasure went passed his parted lips in response to the harsh treatment of his sensitive hair.
Russia took notice of Canada's face and saw it in mid-arousal; eyes half-lidded, lips formed in a small 'o' shape, his cheeks red, and a few beads of sweat collected on his forehead.
"R-Russia...l-let g-go!" Canada tried to speak out, but it was hard when the pleasure flowed from his erogenous zone. His body was on fire, a flame that was increasing in intensity as his curl was threaded through Russia's fingertips repeatedly.
He squirmed at Russia's tugs and soon was panting softly.
"Ahh...aah...R-Russia..s-stop it," Canada moaned out. He felt embarrassed that Russia was touching him so intimately.
The pleasure was building in his insides and he felt his strength retreating as his body soon gave into its animalistic needs.
Russia was getting aroused at the sight. He had not expected that reaction! Another idea appeared in his mind. A wicked smile appeared on Ivan's face, which made a shiver run down Canada's spine. Excitement and fearmixed together as Matthew had turned to jelly from Russia's attack on his curl.
"I can't do that! We will have so much fun, da," he giggled, and his hand began to play with the curl, making Matthew moan in bliss.
"Hah...ahh..R-Russia," Canada panted as he tried to hold on the Russian's body.
The sensations were too much. He felt his knees buckling and was afraid that he was going to fall. He tried to keep silent to not give Ivan the satisfaction of making him like this...so needy and wanton. Russia saw the futile attempt and continued to mercilessly tug his curl in different ways to bring out more erotic sounds from the Canadian.
"R-Russia...hah...aahh." Canada looked at Russia with pleading eyes. Russia was entranced by the younger male's expression: it was gorgeous! His mind ingrained it in his memory. Canada looked so beautiful; he wanted the boy to look like this all the time, and only for him.
He tried to shy his head away from the Russian's intense scrutiny. Ivan quickly grabbed his face while still carefully looking, which made Canada's heart beat faster. After few more moments of their eyes meeting, Ivan spokeand revealed his discovery.
"Canada does look like America...very similar," Ivan pointed out with a laugh.
Canada felt a pang in his heart. Hearing comments about his resemblance to his twin brother hurt him deeply. A small frown appeared on his face and his purple-blue eyes tried to look away from the Russian's face.
"But there are so much small differences," Ivan added happily.
Ivan was bored, considering the lack of space to do anything, so he had thought it would be a good idea to look at Canada. He wondered why the boy was so frequently forgotten or mistaken for his brother. He did admit that he had trouble telling them apart at first, but upon closer inspection, he discovered many small variations.
His own eyes were a mixture of violet and blue. Matthew's eyes were similar to his, but a lighter purple. He liked his eyes much more than America's baby blues.
"Canada has nicer eyes," Russia complimented.
Canada redden at the praise and stuttered out a 'thank-you'. The Russian found Matthew's reactions to be funny and cute. He wanted to see how far he could go to further embarrass the arctic nation. A curl was bouncing in front of his face and that piqued the Russian's interest.
"Huh...this curl looks different than America's." He pinched the curl, feeling the softness of Canada's silky hair. Matthew did not have the chance to react and released a gasp, his cheeks painted pink in arousal.
"This curl is much thin and long..." Ivan muttered to himself.
Canada silently prayed for Russia to let go. His fingers gently tracing the strand of hair made Canada feel very warm; blood rushed down his swollen 'vital regions'. He lowered his head in shame, trying to conceal his flushed face from the Russian's prying eyes. Ivan saw this and frowned. With desire egging him on to see the smaller male's face, he pulled on the strand of hair sharply upwards, revealing Canada's flustered visage. A cry of pleasure went passed his parted lips in response to the harsh treatment of his sensitive hair.
Russia took notice of Canada's face and saw it in mid-arousal; eyes half-lidded, lips formed in a small 'o' shape, his cheeks red, and a few beads of sweat collected on his forehead.
"R-Russia...l-let g-go!" Canada tried to speak out, but it was hard when the pleasure flowed from his erogenous zone. His body was on fire, a flame that was increasing in intensity as his curl was threaded through Russia's fingertips repeatedly.
He squirmed at Russia's tugs and soon was panting softly.
"Ahh...aah...R-Russia..s-stop it," Canada moaned out. He felt embarrassed that Russia was touching him so intimately.
The pleasure was building in his insides and he felt his strength retreating as his body soon gave into its animalistic needs.
Russia was getting aroused at the sight. He had not expected that reaction! Another idea appeared in his mind. A wicked smile appeared on Ivan's face, which made a shiver run down Canada's spine. Excitement and fearmixed together as Matthew had turned to jelly from Russia's attack on his curl.
"I can't do that! We will have so much fun, da," he giggled, and his hand began to play with the curl, making Matthew moan in bliss.
"Hah...ahh..R-Russia," Canada panted as he tried to hold on the Russian's body.
The sensations were too much. He felt his knees buckling and was afraid that he was going to fall. He tried to keep silent to not give Ivan the satisfaction of making him like this...so needy and wanton. Russia saw the futile attempt and continued to mercilessly tug his curl in different ways to bring out more erotic sounds from the Canadian.
"R-Russia...hah...aahh." Canada looked at Russia with pleading eyes. Russia was entranced by the younger male's expression: it was gorgeous! His mind ingrained it in his memory. Canada looked so beautiful; he wanted the boy to look like this all the time, and only for him.
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