His blood still pounded with lust though, and with a cheery smile he put the plate in front of Alfred. With lazy eyes, the American watched him. Toris sat down, and shrugged off his shirt. It was drenched in sweat anyhow. Alfred was already facing him when with a small grin, the Lithuanian cupped his cheek and leaned in. At first, the American pushed at his chest, his bare hands square on his overheated skin.
He leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth. Alfred turned around just a bit more, probably not completely unsatisfied with the way these events were going. Toris had frankly expected him to try to dominate, to overpower him. Even though he was slighter, smaller than him, the thought didn't even seem to cross the young nation's mind. When Alfred turned so that one leg extended past Toris' hip though, in an effort to make himself more comfortable, he leaned in further, pinning the other down.
Softly biting the plump lower lip, he used his weight to his advantage. Before, his blood had already been pounding in his veins, singing and begging him for sexual release. That same blood was now rushing south, almost too quickly. He was needy, and he didn't care what Alfred might think of him. He was more than three times the American's age, and even though he'd fallen quite low from his former seat of power, it was enough to command the other's respect. His hands traveled across the skin, eased by the sheer layer of sweat, and pushed off the suspenders off the strong shoulders he did admire. Alfred's nipples were boyish though, in the manner that they hardened so easily under his touch. A mere flick and they were rock hard.
Both were needy, and the kiss turned hungry. Alfred's hands knotted into the bottom of Toris' hair, pulling nearly all hair out of the small ponytail. Big oafish hands traveled down his back, and it was easy to tell his partner was not nearly as experienced as he was used to. That was Alfred's charm though, and he palmed him, feeling a sizable bulge. With deft fingers, he unzipped the slacks and pulled them down as far as they would go. Alfred wasn't dense enough to not sense the fact that the shorts needed to go, and he kicked them off clumsily, nearly throwing Toris off.
"Make it quick, it's way too hot," Alfred panted, cheeks flushed. All Toris could manage was a nod, and his underwear joined Alfred's on the floor. Both breathing heavily, the lust making their eyes lidded and their heart rates frantic, they only sped it up from that point. Unceremonially, Toris quickly prepared Alfred, scissoring half-heartedly as his sole thought was that he needed release. For once, he was happy he wasn't exceptionally gifted, and never had to worry much about ripping.
With a slick sound, Toris entered the American lying beneath him. Sweat made their movements easy, and their entire bodies were flushed. Kissing Alfred slowly this time, in contrast with the rapid thrusts, he wrapped one hand around his erection, pumping as languidly as he was kissing. Pacing was the one thing he was good at, and it was a shame he'd learned it from Russia. Sex with him was never willing, but it was the worst that he thought of you too. Banishing the ominous man from his thoughts, he bit at Alfred's neck, licking up the salty taste of his sweat.
Even with his tongue he could feel the rapid hummingbird heartbeat dribbling away, and just a good look at Alfred was enough to ensure is heart rate did the same. His eyes were lidded, mouth opened to moan in delight when he'd found Alfred's spot and his back arched and his body rocking to the rhythm he'd set out. His muscles rippled underneath his skin with his movements, and the powerful thighs loosely spread were a stark white, in contrast with the golden brown of his calves. Oh, Toris knew now that if he hadn't had a thing for blondes, he would have one now.
His blood still pounded with lust though, and with a cheery smile he put the plate in front of Alfred. With lazy eyes, the American watched him. Toris sat down, and shrugged off his shirt. It was drenched in sweat anyhow. Alfred was already facing him when with a small grin, the Lithuanian cupped his cheek and leaned in. At first, the American pushed at his chest, his bare hands square on his overheated skin.
He leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth. Alfred turned around just a bit more, probably not completely unsatisfied with the way these events were going. Toris had frankly expected him to try to dominate, to overpower him. Even though he was slighter, smaller than him, the thought didn't even seem to cross the young nation's mind. When Alfred turned so that one leg extended past Toris' hip though, in an effort to make himself more comfortable, he leaned in further, pinning the other down.
Softly biting the plump lower lip, he used his weight to his advantage. Before, his blood had already been pounding in his veins, singing and begging him for sexual release. That same blood was now rushing south, almost too quickly. He was needy, and he didn't care what Alfred might think of him. He was more than three times the American's age, and even though he'd fallen quite low from his former seat of power, it was enough to command the other's respect. His hands traveled across the skin, eased by the sheer layer of sweat, and pushed off the suspenders off the strong shoulders he did admire. Alfred's nipples were boyish though, in the manner that they hardened so easily under his touch. A mere flick and they were rock hard.
Both were needy, and the kiss turned hungry. Alfred's hands knotted into the bottom of Toris' hair, pulling nearly all hair out of the small ponytail. Big oafish hands traveled down his back, and it was easy to tell his partner was not nearly as experienced as he was used to. That was Alfred's charm though, and he palmed him, feeling a sizable bulge. With deft fingers, he unzipped the slacks and pulled them down as far as they would go. Alfred wasn't dense enough to not sense the fact that the shorts needed to go, and he kicked them off clumsily, nearly throwing Toris off.
"Make it quick, it's way too hot," Alfred panted, cheeks flushed. All Toris could manage was a nod, and his underwear joined Alfred's on the floor.
Both breathing heavily, the lust making their eyes lidded and their heart rates frantic, they only sped it up from that point. Unceremonially, Toris quickly prepared Alfred, scissoring half-heartedly as his sole thought was that he needed release. For once, he was happy he wasn't exceptionally gifted, and never had to worry much about ripping.
With a slick sound, Toris entered the American lying beneath him. Sweat made their movements easy, and their entire bodies were flushed. Kissing Alfred slowly this time, in contrast with the rapid thrusts, he wrapped one hand around his erection, pumping as languidly as he was kissing. Pacing was the one thing he was good at, and it was a shame he'd learned it from Russia. Sex with him was never willing, but it was the worst that he thought of you too. Banishing the ominous man from his thoughts, he bit at Alfred's neck, licking up the salty taste of his sweat.
Even with his tongue he could feel the rapid hummingbird heartbeat dribbling away, and just a good look at Alfred was enough to ensure is heart rate did the same. His eyes were lidded, mouth opened to moan in delight when he'd found Alfred's spot and his back arched and his body rocking to the rhythm he'd set out. His muscles rippled underneath his skin with his movements, and the powerful thighs loosely spread were a stark white, in contrast with the golden brown of his calves. Oh, Toris knew now that if he hadn't had a thing for blondes, he would have one now.
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