[Fanfiction] Fever
Title: Fever
Author: saemi_mitsuwa
Pairings: Russia/America
Rating: R-18
Summary: America helps Russia relax after a long day.
Notes: Written for hetalia_kink
Russia gasped, sweat dripping from his temple. Scarlet glazed across his snow-white skin, violet eyes clouded over. His hair, damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead and neck. Reaching up, he unwound his scarf from his neck and loosened his tie, unbuttoned the first two, then three buttons of his dress shirt, revealing the layers of scars surrounding his pale neck.
After suffering for eight hours in meetings and a dinner party with America and various other nations, the two escaped into a waiting black stretch limo America had insisted on getting. Slamming the door shut, America slid onto the leather seat beside Russia and jerked the A/C knob to full blast while silently, casually, clicking the button for the tinted privacy window to roll up, separating them from the driver.
“Why didn’t you call for the day off?” America asked.
Russia made an annoyed sound at the back of his throat and let his head fall back. “Is it… always like this for you?” Shifting uncomfortably, he let his legs sprawl out and open. “The fevers and…the heat?”
America peeled off his suit jacket and flung it across the indoor cabin.
“Practically every year.” America loosened his tie and tore it from his neck, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his dress shirt. “… and then there’s that little side effect-”
America pressed his left palm to Russia’s bulging crotch, rubbing and dragging his nails over the fabric of the dress pants. Gasping, Russia jerked away in surprise and tried forcing America’s hand away. America pressed his lips to Russia’s ear, running his tongue along the outer shell before breathing a cool breath onto his steamy neck.
“Wait-…” Russia shuddered at the contact. “You noticed…?”
Humming in response, America snapped the button on Russia’s pants, tugged the zipper down and suddenly his engorged length sprung free. Sliding to the seat so he lay sprawled on it, America curled his fingers around it and rubbed his lips on the tip teasingly before sliding his tongue through his teeth, flicking it over and across.
Russia’s fingers slid up America’s neck and buried themselves in his hair. Shuddering at the contact, America licked at it again, kissing it between each flick while rubbing and squeezing with his hand.
Russia shifted, rolling his hips upward, pleading silently.
“Mmm…” America hummed, and pushed the tip past his lips.
Gasping, the elder nation snapped two more buttons open on his shirt, revealing his pale, chiseled chest.
Twistinghis head, America squeezed his fingers around the base and lowered his head, sliding the huge, engorged length down his throat until it disappeared entirely.
Russia groaned breathlessly at the hot, wet heat encasing him until it drew away with a gasp, and then suddenly it returned once more. He tried controlling himself, keeping his hips still and hand from pulling America’s hair out, but the unbearably tight heat squeezed and suckled at him, humming vibrations shooting through to his groin and then up his spine, leaving him utterly breathless and gasping, head thrown back.
“Ahh~…” Russia let his head fall back, the scarlet flush spreading from his face to his neck. “..Close…”
And suddenly he was gripping America’s head and jerking his hips upward, shoving himself down his throat with little resistance while gasping breathlessly for oxygen until that spine-tingling release came, sweet and violent all at once. Moaning, his hands falling away, Russia panted at the ceiling and let his arms fall to his sides. America slowly pulled away and sat up, any evidence of Russia’s release having been licked up and swallowed. Shuddering, he fell back into the seat and sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his sticky boxers.
“How much longer until we reach the hotel room…?” Russia asked, voice layered with sleep, the warm afterglow taking hold.
“I hope that means a shower.” America complained, unscrewing the top of a water bottle and chugging the contents. “My pants are ruined. Again.”
A smile tugged at the edges of Russia’s mouth, and he curled his arm around America’s waist.
....-crawls into corner-
Author: saemi_mitsuwa
Pairings: Russia/America
Rating: R-18
Summary: America helps Russia relax after a long day.
Notes: Written for hetalia_kink
Russia gasped, sweat dripping from his temple. Scarlet glazed across his snow-white skin, violet eyes clouded over. His hair, damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead and neck. Reaching up, he unwound his scarf from his neck and loosened his tie, unbuttoned the first two, then three buttons of his dress shirt, revealing the layers of scars surrounding his pale neck.
After suffering for eight hours in meetings and a dinner party with America and various other nations, the two escaped into a waiting black stretch limo America had insisted on getting. Slamming the door shut, America slid onto the leather seat beside Russia and jerked the A/C knob to full blast while silently, casually, clicking the button for the tinted privacy window to roll up, separating them from the driver.
“Why didn’t you call for the day off?” America asked.
Russia made an annoyed sound at the back of his throat and let his head fall back. “Is it… always like this for you?” Shifting uncomfortably, he let his legs sprawl out and open. “The fevers and…the heat?”
America peeled off his suit jacket and flung it across the indoor cabin.
“Practically every year.” America loosened his tie and tore it from his neck, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his dress shirt. “… and then there’s that little side effect-”
America pressed his left palm to Russia’s bulging crotch, rubbing and dragging his nails over the fabric of the dress pants. Gasping, Russia jerked away in surprise and tried forcing America’s hand away. America pressed his lips to Russia’s ear, running his tongue along the outer shell before breathing a cool breath onto his steamy neck.
“Wait-…” Russia shuddered at the contact. “You noticed…?”
Humming in response, America snapped the button on Russia’s pants, tugged the zipper down and suddenly his engorged length sprung free. Sliding to the seat so he lay sprawled on it, America curled his fingers around it and rubbed his lips on the tip teasingly before sliding his tongue through his teeth, flicking it over and across.
Russia’s fingers slid up America’s neck and buried themselves in his hair. Shuddering at the contact, America licked at it again, kissing it between each flick while rubbing and squeezing with his hand.
Russia shifted, rolling his hips upward, pleading silently.
“Mmm…” America hummed, and pushed the tip past his lips.
Gasping, the elder nation snapped two more buttons open on his shirt, revealing his pale, chiseled chest.
Twistinghis head, America squeezed his fingers around the base and lowered his head, sliding the huge, engorged length down his throat until it disappeared entirely.
Russia groaned breathlessly at the hot, wet heat encasing him until it drew away with a gasp, and then suddenly it returned once more. He tried controlling himself, keeping his hips still and hand from pulling America’s hair out, but the unbearably tight heat squeezed and suckled at him, humming vibrations shooting through to his groin and then up his spine, leaving him utterly breathless and gasping, head thrown back.
“Ahh~…” Russia let his head fall back, the scarlet flush spreading from his face to his neck. “..Close…”
And suddenly he was gripping America’s head and jerking his hips upward, shoving himself down his throat with little resistance while gasping breathlessly for oxygen until that spine-tingling release came, sweet and violent all at once. Moaning, his hands falling away, Russia panted at the ceiling and let his arms fall to his sides. America slowly pulled away and sat up, any evidence of Russia’s release having been licked up and swallowed. Shuddering, he fell back into the seat and sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his sticky boxers.
“How much longer until we reach the hotel room…?” Russia asked, voice layered with sleep, the warm afterglow taking hold.
“I hope that means a shower.” America complained, unscrewing the top of a water bottle and chugging the contents. “My pants are ruined. Again.”
A smile tugged at the edges of Russia’s mouth, and he curled his arm around America’s waist.
....-crawls into corner-