Re: [Part 15] Russia/Any - Russia is surprisingly gentle (2/2)
anonymous
January 7 2012, 20:02:17 UTC
Stupid character limits...
At the beginning of their relationship, Matthew had walked in on Ivan changing his shirt and the way Ivan turned his back and cursed at his trembling fingers gave Matthew the boost of confidence and bravery that had him crossing the room to the taller man. He caught Ivan’s hands, scarred as well, and kissed them before he caught a glimpse of the other man’s chest. Scars covered every inch of the pale skin, criss-crossing and creating all sorts of patterns. The worst was over Ivan’s heart that was hammering nervously against his ribcage.
“Stalingrad,” Ivan had mumbled, starting when Matthew’s warm fingers carefully brushed across the puckered skin.
That day had been spent in front of a fire in Ivan’s living room, discussing their pasts and revealing scars to one another. Their relationship was much less rocky after they spilled everything to each other and no secrets could be kept.
Matthew quickly found that Ivan was very experienced in driving him crazy. Those long fingers found each sensitive spot deep inside him, leaving him gasping and calling out Ivan’s name. Ivan just smiled, kissing Matthew’s cheek and pressing up against his prostate again. It didn’t take very long for Matthew to be sweating and begging Ivan to just take me now.
As soon as Matthew let out a single noise of discomfort, Ivan was still and murmuring soothingly into his ear. He let Matthew relax at his own pace before continuing, but stopped whenever he heard anything that lead him to believe Matthew was in pain. Once Ivan was seated fully inside the Canadian, he settled on his forearms to bring himself closer to Matthew. He pressed soft kisses to Matthew’s face, watching as the muscles loosened and a small smile appeared there before Matthew opened his eyes and gazed up at him.
“I’m fine now, chéri. You can move,” Matthew assured him, brushing Ivan’s hair away from his face.
The young man shivered when Ivan pulled out, gasping when he pushed back in. They figured out a rhythm quickly, a gentle push-pull that had them both whimpering. Matthew’s back arched almost violently when Ivan landed a thrust squarely on his prostate.
“Oh, Ivan,” Matthew purred, his fingers digging into the bigger man’s shoulders. “Yes, right there.”
Ivan smiled against the skin of Matthew’s jaw, leaving a kiss there before he obliged the Canadian.
---
Matthew awoke the next morning feeling pleasantly sore and elated. Ivan dozed next to him, looking more childlike than when he was awake, and Matthew lay there for a moment and just watched his lover. The Russian was very tall but he wasn’t chubby-just big-boned. Matthew considered him a gentle giant. He found Ivan extremely attractive despite his brother’s insistence that there was nothing “cute” about a communist. (Alfred still hadn’t figured out that Ivan’s country hadn’t been communist since the early nineties.) Ivan often expressed how unhappy he was with his body, but Matthew saw nothing wrong with the strong muscles and big stature.
Slipping from the bed carefully, Matthew pulled on his underwear and Ivan’s shirt. He buttoned only a few buttons before heading for the kitchen. There he started in on coffee and pancakes. After the activities last night, Matthew practically ravenous and knew Ivan had to be as well. He was just finishing the first batch of pancakes when a pair of strong arms encircled his waist and tugged him back against a warm body.
“Bonjour,” Matthew said, tilting his head back for a kiss.
A kiss that Ivan eagerly gave him. “Dobroe utro.”
“I’ve made pancakes. I hope that’s okay.” Matthew turned in Ivan’s arms, resting his hands on Ivan’s chest.
“Whatever you make is fine, vozlyublennyi.” Ivan kissed Matthew’s cheek, delighting in the pink color that dusted the Canadian’s cheekbones.
As they ate breakfast in comfortable silence and the occasional conversation, Matthew found that he’d never truly felt scared of Ivan. Most of the other nations saw only a bloodthirsty, mentally unstable man that only wanted to hurt people. Matthew got to see the sweet, caring side of Ivan that only came out when they were tucked safely away from prying eyes. He knew that there was never going to be anything to be afraid of.
Re: Aww - Author Anon here
anonymous
January 10 2012, 01:05:12 UTC
Thank you so much. I adore Russia and jumped at the chance to write him. And my headcanon for him is that he's just lonely and misunderstood. I'm glad you liked it!
At the beginning of their relationship, Matthew had walked in on Ivan changing his shirt and the way Ivan turned his back and cursed at his trembling fingers gave Matthew the boost of confidence and bravery that had him crossing the room to the taller man. He caught Ivan’s hands, scarred as well, and kissed them before he caught a glimpse of the other man’s chest. Scars covered every inch of the pale skin, criss-crossing and creating all sorts of patterns. The worst was over Ivan’s heart that was hammering nervously against his ribcage.
“Stalingrad,” Ivan had mumbled, starting when Matthew’s warm fingers carefully brushed across the puckered skin.
That day had been spent in front of a fire in Ivan’s living room, discussing their pasts and revealing scars to one another. Their relationship was much less rocky after they spilled everything to each other and no secrets could be kept.
Matthew quickly found that Ivan was very experienced in driving him crazy. Those long fingers found each sensitive spot deep inside him, leaving him gasping and calling out Ivan’s name. Ivan just smiled, kissing Matthew’s cheek and pressing up against his prostate again. It didn’t take very long for Matthew to be sweating and begging Ivan to just take me now.
As soon as Matthew let out a single noise of discomfort, Ivan was still and murmuring soothingly into his ear. He let Matthew relax at his own pace before continuing, but stopped whenever he heard anything that lead him to believe Matthew was in pain. Once Ivan was seated fully inside the Canadian, he settled on his forearms to bring himself closer to Matthew. He pressed soft kisses to Matthew’s face, watching as the muscles loosened and a small smile appeared there before Matthew opened his eyes and gazed up at him.
“I’m fine now, chéri. You can move,” Matthew assured him, brushing Ivan’s hair away from his face.
The young man shivered when Ivan pulled out, gasping when he pushed back in. They figured out a rhythm quickly, a gentle push-pull that had them both whimpering. Matthew’s back arched almost violently when Ivan landed a thrust squarely on his prostate.
“Oh, Ivan,” Matthew purred, his fingers digging into the bigger man’s shoulders. “Yes, right there.”
Ivan smiled against the skin of Matthew’s jaw, leaving a kiss there before he obliged the Canadian.
---
Matthew awoke the next morning feeling pleasantly sore and elated. Ivan dozed next to him, looking more childlike than when he was awake, and Matthew lay there for a moment and just watched his lover. The Russian was very tall but he wasn’t chubby-just big-boned. Matthew considered him a gentle giant. He found Ivan extremely attractive despite his brother’s insistence that there was nothing “cute” about a communist. (Alfred still hadn’t figured out that Ivan’s country hadn’t been communist since the early nineties.) Ivan often expressed how unhappy he was with his body, but Matthew saw nothing wrong with the strong muscles and big stature.
Slipping from the bed carefully, Matthew pulled on his underwear and Ivan’s shirt. He buttoned only a few buttons before heading for the kitchen. There he started in on coffee and pancakes. After the activities last night, Matthew practically ravenous and knew Ivan had to be as well. He was just finishing the first batch of pancakes when a pair of strong arms encircled his waist and tugged him back against a warm body.
“Bonjour,” Matthew said, tilting his head back for a kiss.
A kiss that Ivan eagerly gave him. “Dobroe utro.”
“I’ve made pancakes. I hope that’s okay.” Matthew turned in Ivan’s arms, resting his hands on Ivan’s chest.
“Whatever you make is fine, vozlyublennyi.” Ivan kissed Matthew’s cheek, delighting in the pink color that dusted the Canadian’s cheekbones.
As they ate breakfast in comfortable silence and the occasional conversation, Matthew found that he’d never truly felt scared of Ivan. Most of the other nations saw only a bloodthirsty, mentally unstable man that only wanted to hurt people. Matthew got to see the sweet, caring side of Ivan that only came out when they were tucked safely away from prying eyes. He knew that there was never going to be anything to be afraid of.
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Dorogoi - darling (Russian)
Chéri - darling (French)
Bonjour - good morning/hello (French)
Dobroe utro - good morning (Russian)
Vozlyublennyi - sweetheart (Russian)
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