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Enveloped in navy blue shadow, America realized he’d never felt nor received this sort of needy- greedy all-consuming gentleness in the midst of their foreplay. At least not on purpose. The dark, like alcohol, was a beautiful lotus-eater, so soft, forgiving and forgetful. And there was a distinct possibility they’d go home without needing iodine or stitches.
The only existing recollections of soft touching and kissing such as this (And maybe that sweet trick Russia was doing with their tongues!), were forced out through blurry, cheese-hole memories of nights past, consisting of one too many drinks ( ... )
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With another fanged snarl, surging from deep within his white columned throat, the Soviet country mimicked his rival, cupping Alfred’s perked and clenching buttocks for himself. Before the Democrat could accuse him of lacking creativity (‘Who’s copying who now?!’), his breath hitched as his hips were yanked against Ivan’s ( ... )
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Embarrassed and bothered--but far from humiliated--Alfred chortled a small subdued “Hmpph”, a trick he’d picked up from fussy England to magically will a change in subject. Nonetheless he affixed his grip around Ivan’s wrist, keeping warm against a small thatch of goldish pubic hair. He could only hope this gentle scene didn’t look too loving and beautiful from the outside. Allowing the moment to fly off on its own, like a tiny sparrow on a breeze, America finally yanked the whole of the country to himself for another feverish kiss ( ... )
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They’d never done this before.
They rarely kissed on the lips, if at all during ‘battle’. Duels of endurance and strength, biting, clawing, kicks and punches, and pillow talk vicious enough to make Stalin blush. All to prove some pointed display of supremacy. Alfred could count on one hand the number of times they had shown any slight intimacy, and those times they were so drunk they could barely distinguish up from down ( ... )
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Ivan sighed, those greedy touches soaking in. It couldn’t be helped. Gently, he removed the offending frames from those baby blues, quickly raveled them in the cushioned cylinder of his scarf, and let both precious trademarks then fall to the floor. Russia searched through the dark blindly, finding the curve of America’s spine to hold him in place. His other hand slid further up the youth’s eternally stag-toned thigh, clenching the flesh there tight ( ... )
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