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Ivan looked happy though. He was beaming from ear to ear, holding the dainty cup and saucer easily, even in his large hands.
Matthew sipped his own tea. He had done this mostly out of pity and camaraderie when he saw Alfred ignoring the man at one of their summits. He knew what it was like to be ignored by the American. So, he had shyly offered his friendship and found they had a couple common interests.
Other than the dead rabbit he had brought, Ivan had been perfectly agreeable all afternoon.
“We’re out of milk,” Matthew noticed, picking up the creamer. “I’ll go get some more.” He smiled to himself happily. Maybe everyone else was wrong about him. He was a little eccentric, but actually kind of nice.
Matthew was just putting the milk back into the fridge when a hand slammed it closed, almost taking off his nose.
He turned, a slightly frightened expression on his face.
“I-Ivan?” he asked, trying to sound curious and not let his worry through, although he was failing miserably.
Ivan was smiling at him, but there wasn’t anything innocent in that smile. It looked dangerous and a little crazy. Fearfully, Matthew wondered if this was the last thing that that poor rabbit had seen as well.
Suddenly, Matthew flinched forward, closing his eyes instinctively, a choking noise the only thing escaping him. That smile never left Ivan’s face as he stroked him.
“Does Alfie do this for you? Or does he just go straight for the back?” Ivan’s fingers continued to tease the poor blond until his knees began to shake.
“No,” Matthew managed to gasp, his knuckles going white on the creamer. “I’m always on top.”
Ivan seemed to find this uproariously funny.
“Stop.” Heat was churning his insides. He had never really felt this powerless before. It scared him almost as much as it excited him.
Ivan was still giggling. “Let’s play a game.”
“A game?”
“Whoever can make the other come first gets to be on top,” he whispered with a crazy grin.
“B-but my hands are full,” Matthew replied, a flush staining his cheeks.
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“Now they’re free,” he laughed, licking the milk that ran down Matthew’s chin as the blond shivered. Something told him that even if he won, he still wouldn’t be in control. He had to try his best, though.
Nervously, he reached towards the larger man’s pants and unbuttoned them, slipping his hand inside.
“Good boy,” the Russian whispered. His hand was moving faster now, lubricated by Matthew’s own precum as Matthew desperately panted and tried to keep pace. “You’re covered in milk everywhere.” He sucked some of the white liquid out of the Canadian’s hair, and turned the man’s face up towards him, letting it run off his tongue into the other man’s mouth.
Brilliant purple eyes bored into lust-glazed blue ones.
“Not… going to… lose.”
Matthew’s words only made Ivan begin laughing again, that high-pitched laugh that sounded as though it was veering towards insanity, but wasn’t quite there yet.
“Good, or else it would be boring.” As Matthew watched through a haze of desire, the purple eyes hardened slightly, becoming almost more frightening than the childish maliciousness that was there before. “I hate boring things.”
His eyes returned to the childlike openness of before. He licked his tongue over Matthew’s open lips. “I like you. Do you like me?”
“Y-yes.” Matthew almost couldn’t speak through his panting. It was getting so hard to hold on. Just a little longer.
Ivan smiled, and he almost looked sweet. His eyes half-closed, he pressed his lips to Matthew’s and came in his hand.
With a sound that was half cry, half sob, Matthew followed suit, his release so mind-numbingly powerful, he had to grasp the front of the other man’s shirt as his legs practically gave way beneath him. He shook in Ivan’s arms as the Russian laughed, licking the mixture of milk and tears off Matthew’s cheek.
“I like you,” Ivan repeated. This time Matthew didn’t reply, and merely panted into the other man’s shirt.
What had he gotten himself into?
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(At least, that's what I assumed you were referring to.... ^^;;;;)
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