So Very Sorry [1/?]
anonymous
May 20 2009, 01:29:47 UTC
I hope this is alright, OP!
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Sometimes, America found himself on top of Russia; kissing his cheeks tenderly while their bodies moved in tandem to America's thrusts. Their was nothing raw or vulgar about their love making, it was just tender and full of passion. America found himself thinking about their moments together in one of their bedrooms, gazing idly at Russia while thinking about his soft grunts and glazed eyes. Normally, Russia would just grin back at him as if he knew exactly what America was thinking.
But other times, Russia was on top, and America didn't mind that at all. Whereas he would mix things up and move at his own pace, his lover always asked him what he wanted. Whenever America demanded a rough pace, Russia pounded into him like there was no tomorrow. When America mewled for soft thrusts, Russia treated him like a porcelain doll. That was what the younger nation liked that the most about their love making; Russia would do anything to please, and this night would not be different.
"What do you want, моя любовь?" They were lying in America's bed, Russia looming over on top of America with their foreheads pressed together and a thin sheet covering their bodies. The young blond smiled up, rubbing his hands on the Russian's large chest.
"I just want something soft and passionate..." The tired looking man smiled back at America before leaning down to capture his lips with his teeth gently. America's breath hitched and he arched into the kiss, his hands entangling themselves in Russia's light hair as his lover rubbed the sweet flesh on his hipbones. America groaned with frustration when the other man grazed his throbbing erection delicately with the base of his palm, earning a throaty chuckle and no satisfaction.
"Pleaseeee, Ivan," The blond thrusted upward to the touch desperately. "Don't tease!"
"But foreplay is fundamental, da?" America nipped on Russia's bottom lip aggressively before Russia could smile innocently at him. In mock defeat and pain, the larger nation made a sound of discomfort before complying with the blond. While one hand rubbed America's thigh, another traveled up to the pink lips. A tongue swiped at the large digits as invitation and the Russian cooed affectionately. He whispered for the hero to wet them and the he did so heartily; two fingers were sucked in fevently but sensually and Russia could feel a small tingle in his own loins when that small muscle rubbed against his fingertips seductively. When he was satisfied, Russia pulled the lubricated fingers away with a trail of saliva linking it to America's mouth. The older nation smiled at the wanton display and just leaned down for a small kiss.
The kiss was tender, but turned feverish when America felt one wet digit prod at his entrance. Hands gripped at sandy locks as the large finger pushed inside, followed by a delightful gasp and shudder. Russia kissed the pulsing blood vessel in America's neck soothingly in response to America's small moans of satisfaction. The finger inside him thrusted for a few moments until another finger was added, rubbing the walls of America's insides for search of his prostate gland. All the while, America let out sharp cries and his breath intake became heavy as Russia found all the good spots inside of him. Hot flashes passed through his body and his member wept with need, pressing against Russia's stomach prominently.
The other nation kissed further down America's collarbone until his lips encircled a dusky nipple and his teeth scrape at it hotly. America thrusted against Russia's belly and cried out loudly as Russia's fingers buried inside him to his knuckles. They rubbed inside him aggressively, but Russia was still gentle.
"I need you now, Ivan..." Russia looked up at the younger nation curiously, but shot him a small smile as he sat up. Shudders erupted through America's body as Russia pulled his thighs over his own and positioned his own aching length to his lover's entrance.
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Sometimes, America found himself on top of Russia; kissing his cheeks tenderly while their bodies moved in tandem to America's thrusts. Their was nothing raw or vulgar about their love making, it was just tender and full of passion. America found himself thinking about their moments together in one of their bedrooms, gazing idly at Russia while thinking about his soft grunts and glazed eyes. Normally, Russia would just grin back at him as if he knew exactly what America was thinking.
But other times, Russia was on top, and America didn't mind that at all. Whereas he would mix things up and move at his own pace, his lover always asked him what he wanted. Whenever America demanded a rough pace, Russia pounded into him like there was no tomorrow. When America mewled for soft thrusts, Russia treated him like a porcelain doll. That was what the younger nation liked that the most about their love making; Russia would do anything to please, and this night would not be different.
"What do you want, моя любовь?" They were lying in America's bed, Russia looming over on top of America with their foreheads pressed together and a thin sheet covering their bodies. The young blond smiled up, rubbing his hands on the Russian's large chest.
"I just want something soft and passionate..." The tired looking man smiled back at America before leaning down to capture his lips with his teeth gently. America's breath hitched and he arched into the kiss, his hands entangling themselves in Russia's light hair as his lover rubbed the sweet flesh on his hipbones. America groaned with frustration when the other man grazed his throbbing erection delicately with the base of his palm, earning a throaty chuckle and no satisfaction.
"Pleaseeee, Ivan," The blond thrusted upward to the touch desperately. "Don't tease!"
"But foreplay is fundamental, da?" America nipped on Russia's bottom lip aggressively before Russia could smile innocently at him. In mock defeat and pain, the larger nation made a sound of discomfort before complying with the blond. While one hand rubbed America's thigh, another traveled up to the pink lips. A tongue swiped at the large digits as invitation and the Russian cooed affectionately. He whispered for the hero to wet them and the he did so heartily; two fingers were sucked in fevently but sensually and Russia could feel a small tingle in his own loins when that small muscle rubbed against his fingertips seductively. When he was satisfied, Russia pulled the lubricated fingers away with a trail of saliva linking it to America's mouth. The older nation smiled at the wanton display and just leaned down for a small kiss.
The kiss was tender, but turned feverish when America felt one wet digit prod at his entrance. Hands gripped at sandy locks as the large finger pushed inside, followed by a delightful gasp and shudder. Russia kissed the pulsing blood vessel in America's neck soothingly in response to America's small moans of satisfaction. The finger inside him thrusted for a few moments until another finger was added, rubbing the walls of America's insides for search of his prostate gland. All the while, America let out sharp cries and his breath intake became heavy as Russia found all the good spots inside of him. Hot flashes passed through his body and his member wept with need, pressing against Russia's stomach prominently.
The other nation kissed further down America's collarbone until his lips encircled a dusky nipple and his teeth scrape at it hotly. America thrusted against Russia's belly and cried out loudly as Russia's fingers buried inside him to his knuckles. They rubbed inside him aggressively, but Russia was still gentle.
"I need you now, Ivan..." Russia looked up at the younger nation curiously, but shot him a small smile as he sat up. Shudders erupted through America's body as Russia pulled his thighs over his own and positioned his own aching length to his lover's entrance.
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