America/Russia morning sex
anonymous
November 5 2009, 02:37:59 UTC
Really mundane couple-ly stuff, with Russia wanting to get off of the bed to do laundry of something and America talking him in having a quickie - that turns out not being quickie at all.
Bonus: America tops. Bonus 2: Foreplay. LOTS of foreplay.
Morning in the Land of Midnight Sun [6/?]
anonymous
November 21 2009, 03:18:19 UTC
The rest of his words get lost in a choked, chopped-up cry as Alfred ducks his head and sucks one of Ivan’s balls into his mouth. He forgets to breathe as Alfred experiments with suction and with tongue - but he hisses when Alfred tries to nip at the tender skin, making him pull away with a frown.
“Am I really that bad?”
“I - ah - n-no,” Ivan says, swallowing and trying to regain his breath. “I just…not your teeth. Please.”
Alfred pouts, just a little. “But I like nibbling,” he mumbles, resting his head on Ivan’s thigh and looking up at him with big, dewy eyes.
But Ivan shakes his head. “Nyet. No teeth or no deal, Alfred.”
Alfred pouts and makes his eyes just a tiny bit prettier. Russia grits his teeth against the fine, whatever just aching to leak out, but he bites his cheek and holds his ground.
“Well, then….”
Ivan opens his mouth, about to object. But then Alfred ducks his head farther down, swipes his tongue against the pucker of skin, there, and anything Ivan wants to do or say gets lost in a rather pathetic mewl
( ... )
Morning in the Land of Midnight Sun [7/?]
anonymous
November 21 2009, 20:39:02 UTC
Their tongues are the shy first dances of children; Ivan spreads himself wider and lets Alfred into the cradle of his hips, the frame of his legs.
Ivan hisses and pulls back when he feels something cold and wet nudge against his ass, seeking the small pucker of skin that will let him inside. “Ivan? Did I hurt you?”
“Just…cold,” Ivan pants, looking up into Alfred’s eyes and frowning at the grin he sees there - that infuriating, beautiful grin that sets his blood purring and flowing fast.
“Kind of ironic, isn’t that?” Alfred murmurs in response, bending his head forward and letting their noses touch, softly, gently. Ivan grumbles in response. “You are too inconsistent,” Ivan mutters when Alfred pulls his finger away.
“Aww, you are adorable when you whine,” Alfred murmurs over the hiss and warmth of his hands rubbing together
( ... )
Morning in the Land of Midnight Sun [8a/8]
anonymous
November 22 2009, 02:55:38 UTC
sweet, pulling out just an inch before rocking back in so his balls bounce against the skin of Ivan’s ass. Ivan marvels at how that sounds much funnier than it actually is, lying back on the bed, watching Alfred’s dark eyes and flickering eyelids as he fucks him with the slow, steady rhythm of one just waking.
“All right,” Ivan murmurs, dropping his leg and moving closer. “Now.”
He wonders if he should have clarified his intent in the same second that Alfred stars fucking him, fast and smooth and controlled.
Ivan sucks in breath and watches his own heartbeat through closed eyes, just letting himself feel the warmth and pressure of Alfred’s hand gripping his hips, the way that cock feels inside of him. It is long, he thinks, as long as he expected it to be, and it feels nice inside of him
( ... )
Re: Morning in the Land of Midnight Sun [8b/8]
anonymous
November 22 2009, 03:00:15 UTC
He lets Alfred hold his hips and hold him still, frowning, committing this to memory. Alfred’s lips are pulled down and pursed in thought, his brow furrowed and his eyes half-lidded and thoughtful. Beautiful, Ivan thinks, and his body echoes the word back with little shivers
( ... )
This was-- breathtaking, hot, amazing, sexy, pantie-wetting, adorable and ajdiouwh ♥ completely worth the wait. You did it marvelously; slow and caring and very intimate.
Re: Morning in the Land of Midnight Sun [8b/8]
anonymous
November 23 2009, 15:55:11 UTC
BLOODY. HELL. AWESOME. ANON.
And this fic is already safely tucked inside my bookmark folder *_*b
Easily on of the best fills around, authornon, awesome fill is awesome with the power of a thousand suns. I love how you word things, how detailed the actions are (it does wonder when I imagine the scenes in my head *drools*), I lve the way they react (EFF, Al! Why so cute XDDDDDDDD) I-I-IDK. My life would've sucked without this fic. Keep on writing, good anon!
Re: Morning in the Land of Midnight Sun [8b/8]
anonymous
December 17 2009, 08:13:22 UTC
This is the best thing I have ever read! The love making is so sincere and honest and intimate, and the two of them are truly shown as lovers. I admire you for writing this, it is so awesome!
Bonus: America tops.
Bonus 2: Foreplay. LOTS of foreplay.
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“Am I really that bad?”
“I - ah - n-no,” Ivan says, swallowing and trying to regain his breath. “I just…not your teeth. Please.”
Alfred pouts, just a little. “But I like nibbling,” he mumbles, resting his head on Ivan’s thigh and looking up at him with big, dewy eyes.
But Ivan shakes his head. “Nyet. No teeth or no deal, Alfred.”
Alfred pouts and makes his eyes just a tiny bit prettier. Russia grits his teeth against the fine, whatever just aching to leak out, but he bites his cheek and holds his ground.
“Well, then….”
Ivan opens his mouth, about to object. But then Alfred ducks his head farther down, swipes his tongue against the pucker of skin, there, and anything Ivan wants to do or say gets lost in a rather pathetic mewl ( ... )
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Even when he's being so...Alfred...about it, that's still sexy.
Some 5 minutes. Damn.
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omg, this is going to be THE epic fuck, I might not survive that
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Ivan hisses and pulls back when he feels something cold and wet nudge against his ass, seeking the small pucker of skin that will let him inside. “Ivan? Did I hurt you?”
“Just…cold,” Ivan pants, looking up into Alfred’s eyes and frowning at the grin he sees there - that infuriating, beautiful grin that sets his blood purring and flowing fast.
“Kind of ironic, isn’t that?” Alfred murmurs in response, bending his head forward and letting their noses touch, softly, gently. Ivan grumbles in response. “You are too inconsistent,” Ivan mutters when Alfred pulls his finger away.
“Aww, you are adorable when you whine,” Alfred murmurs over the hiss and warmth of his hands rubbing together ( ... )
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Easily, this is the best fic on the meme. Easily.
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“All right,” Ivan murmurs, dropping his leg and moving closer. “Now.”
He wonders if he should have clarified his intent in the same second that Alfred stars fucking him, fast and smooth and controlled.
Ivan sucks in breath and watches his own heartbeat through closed eyes, just letting himself feel the warmth and pressure of Alfred’s hand gripping his hips, the way that cock feels inside of him. It is long, he thinks, as long as he expected it to be, and it feels nice inside of him ( ... )
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I will be rereading this one forever.
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No, Anon, I should be the one thanking YOU!
I said I'd do a proper comment, and I will.
This was-- breathtaking, hot, amazing, sexy, pantie-wetting, adorable and ajdiouwh ♥ completely worth the wait. You did it marvelously; slow and caring and very intimate.
I loved it, thank you so much for filling it!
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And this fic is already safely tucked inside my bookmark folder *_*b
Easily on of the best fills around, authornon, awesome fill is awesome with the power of a thousand suns. I love how you word things, how detailed the actions are (it does wonder when I imagine the scenes in my head *drools*), I lve the way they react (EFF, Al! Why so cute XDDDDDDDD) I-I-IDK. My life would've sucked without this fic. Keep on writing, good anon!
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Who are you and why are you so awesome? *nosebleed*
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