Crash into me

[waitforsuperman]

Who: A young American and his doctor
When:  October 23rd (2009)
Where: Alfred and Matthew's apartment
What: It's an awkward night of fiddling keys and arguments over the pants-wearer. Alfred and Ivan's first time is certainly memorable for all the wrong reasons.
Rating: M for sex and shenanigans

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[das_vedanya]

Through every sip of his first and only latte that night - it was astounding watching how much candy-sweet coffee Alfred could drink in such a small amount of time, and Ivan deeply regretted the offer to pay for it - Ivan distinctly wondered if his sisters worried about his long absences almost every night. Through small talk and fogged breaths he wondered if they would worry that night, where they imagined their brother to be instead of on the bus where he now sat. If they imagined him alone instead of jostled around on the bus with a blond American half-asleep against his shoulder

Too bad. >8<

[das_vedanya]

"You started this," his retorted through a strained moan. Suddenly he didn't want Alfred to pleasure him as long as it meant showing any sign of weakness. "I thought we had already established who was dominated whom." Granted, Alfred had only let Ivan's tongue in his mouth as of two weeks ago. His hands closed around the leather belt about Alfred's slacks, reeling him an inch further up his hips and making Alfred's target inaccessible.

/FLIPS A TABLE. STOP. THAT.

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred scowled. "I started this under the impression that I was going to take off your pants and screw you." He huffed, folding his arms over his chest and flopping back to his bed, curling up with his back to Ivan. Okay, so maybe this wasn't the night, but at least it was closer than they had gotten.

"I just don't wanna get hurt okay?"

hghjfsd. my poor libido.

[das_vedanya]

He almost didn't believe it when Alfred had just rolled over and plopped down beside him. Ivan paused and put a strict amount of thought into his next action, then rolling onto his side and resting his forehead against Alfred's back... tracing kisses there down his spine until he couldn't reel any further in on himself. His arms snaked around Alfred with much difficulty, and constricted around the American's stomach. He leaned up and whispered into the American's ear, like the id to the superego, while his fingers trailed carefully along the bulge in his slacks.

"I don't want to hurt you, Alfred," he cooed with a press of his lips to his earlobe and a slow lick to the shell of his ear from what skin the arm of Alfred's glasses could allow. "The point of this is to please you, remember?"

IT'S WRAPPED AROUND MY LITTLE PINKIE.

[waitforsuperman]

Wining in the back of his throat, Alfred squirmed in Ivan's arms in somewhat of a tantrum that ended with him turning around, nose buried in the scarf. He let out a huffed breath. Didn't Ivan get that this was all ready, really, really scary? He was male, had a point. Didn't get it the other way, that was against nature...

But then again, here he was, wrapped up in Ivan's arms. A doctor, Russian, 26, taller than him by a few centimeters, handsome and a little cooler than anyone else he'd ever been with. Nature could go to hell at this point.

He took a deep breath. "Okay..." he said quietly, "Let's... give it a shot."

I'll wrap it around something else GDI.

[das_vedanya]

"Alfred," the hand trapped beneath Alfred's side slipped out and bent in the warm pocket between them so Ivan could lift the other's chin from his scarf. Once their gazes locked, he reached to lift the awry spectacles from the bridge of Alfred's nose, pressing a kiss where the nose-piece once lay. "I won't... do it unless you want to."

Though it would take every ounce of his being to get through that night holding a still half-clothed American tucked away in his arms.

Bring it~

[waitforsuperman]

At the sound of his name, Alfred at looked up and staring into his eyes. They seemed especially violet in the darkness. He found himself nodding. "I want this Ivan..." he said quietly, pressing against him, fingers bunching into the scarf, "I want you."

A small silence fell over them.

Oh, I will~

[das_vedanya]

The silence felt more painful than the words did. He could find nothing to say for a few passing moments between them when their eyes locked on the plane that was Alfred's glasses. Ivan smiled, carefully removed the spectacles from Alfred's ears, and leaned over the American to place them on the nearest nightstand. Without the metal arms about the backs of Alfred's ears, Ivan could curl his cool fingers behind them, kiss him properly without his nose bumping the metal bridge.

Mid-kiss he found himself sucking on Alfred's lip in a way that meant 'I want you, too', then pressing their foreheads together just to hear each other's no-longer even breath and the sound of Ivan's fingers working off Alfred's button and fly.

I HOPE YOU'RE STUDYING YOUR JAPANESE YOUNG LADY.

[waitforsuperman]

The world was blurry without his texan-brand glasses. The only thing in focus was Ivan's eyes and face, pressed closed to his, the rest of the world depended on his other senses. The taste of Ivan, coffee yet always that bitter bite of vodka, the press of his skin, cold, but warming the more the touched Alfred's tanned body. The silence of the kiss before the quiet and uneven sound of their panting.

Then the fingers at his hips, jeans moving down. Alfred's breath caught slightly and he desperately pressed their lips together again in an attempt to distract himself from the growing feeling of anxiety in his gut amid the warmth coiling there.

WHAT ARE YOU, MY WAIFU?

[das_vedanya]

Ivan felt almost guilty breaking away from Alfred after that second kiss, but getting the American's slacks down took more than just a sense of touch. Once the trousers were mutually off, Ivan was fully-mouthed back into the kiss again, careful and slow as he trailed poor, wet, sucking excuses for kisses along the corner of his mouth, jaw, neck, collar, shoulder, shoulder blade, spine... "sit up, Alfred."

He molded properly around Alfred, bare back to bare torso, the latter in his lap with his arm wrapped around Ivan's neck. Ivan's hand snaked around the American's waist, lips still hot against his back, and hand caressing the blond tightly pressed to his chest, slowly working at first to get Alfred used to his administrations.

NO, I AM YOUR HUBBY.

[waitforsuperman]

God Ivan was way too good at this. Alfred's hand tried to find purchase in the soft hair, arm bent awkwardly over Ivan's shoulder, fingers fumbling into the hair before loosening and instead clawing into the tip of his spine. One of his legs had half-managed over Ivan's, the cool knee digging into the calf of the American's leg; toes cringing and stretching in pleasure.

His other arm was barely holding him up, curled tight into the sheets near Ivan's hip as he pressed back into the Russian's chest. He was sweaty and slick under the large hands, keening His body was torn between curling in on itself and arching, stretching and pulling away from the warm hand.

It was easy to ignore these urges when Ivan was touching him like this. Until his fingers headed down slightly and Alfred's moans of pleasure stuttering slightly. "W-Whoa- wait- it's gonna h-hurt-" he panted out, trying to sound stern and failing entirely.

......... :'|

[das_vedanya]

Ivan let out a small whine of disbelief. In the midst of this where pain should be the last thing on your mind - stroking, gently squeezing, caressing, thumbing - Alfred still cried out, and not in the sense that Ivan wished he would. After moments of sorting through the thick blond hair clinging to the side of Alfred's neck, Ivan found his earlobe, caught it between his teeth and caressed the shell. His fingers, still slick, were nearer to his rear now, circling.

"I told you," he muttered through slightly labored breath. "All I want to do is please you, Alfred..."

Now get back in that kitchen and make me some nutella and banana crepes.

[waitforsuperman]

Well if Ivan said all he wanted to do was make him feel nice... Alfred found himself nodding despite the fact his mind was still going 'every man point you ever earned just went down the drain'. He curled slightly, eyes closing as he felt Ivan's finger slid inside. A shudder coursed through him and he keened against, stretching back against the Russian.

"F-Faster-" he choked out, squirming, "Faster Ivan-" Great. He was reduced to begging. What a shining day this was in the glorious thing that was Alfred F. Jones' sex life.

I would if I had bananas and crepes.

[das_vedanya]

Now this... this was more like it. His voice... so long he had only heard that voice used to talk about a recent movie Alfred had seen, complain about homework load in classes or midterms... his name said like that, and not just to get his attention, but to actually receive one-hundred and ten percent of it. His finger pushed, twisted, he dared to add a second somewhere in there.

It hurt though... and he was impatient. He could feel Alfred melting beneath him... and even with the hot body pressed against him, Ivan still felt cold.

...D:

[waitforsuperman]

The heat in his body coiled and stretched, forcing his lungs to compress faster and his body to practically sink into the folds of the bed, fingers desperately hanging on in the sheets. Ivan was on top of him, heavy, slick and oh God Alfred could feel him pressing against his hips. He twitched in the Russian's hand, moaning.

"God- I-Ivan- wait- I'm going-" The heat became too much and Alfred's back arched violently, the back of his head snapped back.

Straight into Ivan's face.

Ouch.

[das_vedanya]

Whatever amount of pain abandonment and going untouched caused before was nothing - nothing - compared to the sensation that now had Ivan curled up at the foot of the bed with his hands cupped over his nose. Something wet, and not just the product of Alfred's pleasure, now coated his upper-lip: blood.

"Al-Alfred...!" God, even talking hurt. Was it broken? No, no... his nose had been broken before. This wasn't broken just... bruised? Maybe. Hurt? Definitely. "Wh-what was... that for?"