The War that Wasn't [2/2]
anonymous
January 4 2009, 07:51:09 UTC
Russia lets out a low chuckle and it echoes in the empty room while he releases his dick into a more comfortable, gentle hold. The slow strokes mimic the movement that he imagines that America will reluctantly service him at. Oh, it’s about time that Alfred puts his big mouth to good use. Ivan brings his hand to his mouth to lick the palm hotly - and newly lubricated he speeds up again. Of course he won’t let the other continue much longer with the pathetic licking and half-defeated effort that Alfred will put into it. It won’t be long before he fists that blond hair and fucks the other’s mouth hard. He lets the nails of his free hand dig into his lower abdomen the way he knows America will when he thrashes against him: scratching and clawing as Russia holds the back of his head and forces him forward. Ivan smiles at the idea through heated pants and laughs loudly when another thought suddenly comes to him: when he does come - he’ll pinch Alfred’s nose and watch the other choke and struggle, until he decides to let the other breathe
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I LOVE YOU WRITER!ANON <333
You write wonderfully and the image of Ivan breaking Alfred is too delicious to pass *creepy laughs*
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Thank you! This was perfect! The itch is finally scratched!
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I mean -- what.
... [ intelligent review goes here, lwkjfasd ]
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And Lithuania's all ))))))))))))))))): NOOO AMERICA....
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