Past-Part Fills Part 7

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Past-Part Fills Part Seven

Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.

Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).

Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill

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Re: Part 4: Canada/Russia -- "Russian Net" 4/5

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“Flip me over.” There was no power in Ivan’s voice, and Matthew could tell right away that their fight had long ended and that Ivan was just going to wait it out, instead. He pulled all the way out of the larger Nation and turned him onto his back before re-entering. On Matthew’s second thrust he connected with Ivan’s prostate, shooting electrifying sparks all the way up the Russian’s nervous system. Ivan cried out loud, pounding his fist against the cool tiled floor, and Matthew smirked as he aimed for that spot over and over and over again, leaning forward to nip and suck at Ivan’s neck as well.

“It feels amazing,” he moaned, though he doubted that the Russian could hear him over the sounds of their skin slapping together, or the gasps and whines and howls Ivan himself was making with each strike. “You’re so hot inside, so fuckin’-NNGH!-and you sound like you love it. Even when I win, you love it, don’t you?”

“Ahnn…” Ivan moaned, and his eyelids fluttered, his eyes glossed over. Trembling legs wider; it didn’t do much, but he couldn’t resist those few millimeters of deeper access it gave Matthew, who reached down to massage his groin in response.

“Almost…there…” Matthew grit out. He rammed forward into Ivan’s body a few more times before he came undone. It was all too much for Ivan as well: Matthew rubbing his balls, Matthew slamming into his sweet spot, Matthew speaking to him in that husky voice and grazing wet teeth against his neck. The pressure caused by the liquid spreading out inside him was the last straw, and with one final whine he found his release, spilling his seed all over their stomachs.

Neither of them moved right away, too exhausted and sedated to do anything. Matthew had collapsed on the Russian’s chest, fighting to rein in control of his breathing while Ivan shook in the aftershocks of his orgasm. The sound of the seconds on the clock mounted on the wall ticking are deafening and almost consume the entire world, until Matthew recovered, cupping Ivan’s cheek with a cup so gentle and placid.

“Well?”

Ivan’s head lazily turned so that his cheek was off of the ground. “Hate you,” he moaned, though the still-glazed look and the small, sated smile on his face said otherwise.

Matthew chuckled nonchalantly and kissed Ivan tenderly on the cheek, then on the lips. “Love you, too, dorogoy,” he hummed as he kissed him again, longer, gentler, and wiped the beads of sweat away from his lover’s brow. “I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”

“My pride is bruised,” the larger Nation sighed, “but it is nothing I cannot recover from.”

“Good, then,” Matthew pulled out and laid down on top of Ivan’s wide torso, resting his chin in the crook of Ivan’s neck, comfortably over the still-present pink scarf. “So tell me, did you bribe the ref after all?”

Ivan hummed. “Me, no. My assistant coach, definitely.” Matthew quirked an eyebrow at the admittance, but he stayed still and listened quietly as his lover continued. “I found out just before the game. I was going to ‘discover’ the truth and report it to the proper authorities after we had already won. You are quite fun to watch when you are angry about hockey.”