to wear it until further notice. It isn't his favorite thing to do...

he looks very handsome in it, but it is a shame you have to wear it right now.

thanks Belarus... but he really doesn't want to wear it.

sneaks up and wraps his arms around him from behind. "Someone looks very good, da?"

blushes, ready to publish away whoever is there before noticing it's Ivan. "I-It doesn't look good at all, aru. What it represents is even_

worse."

...*push, not publish ))

}

|"So take it off," he whispers in his ear, pulling him closer.

((pffft, why is the backspace so close to the enter key? OTL ))

squeaks, shivering a bit at the voice in his ear. "W-what...?"

grins at him in faux innocence. "Take the uniform off, if you hate it so much."

flusters a bit. "Y-you're being vulgar, aru..."

pouts at him. "I'm just pointing out the obvious. If you don't like what you're wearing, take it off!"

sighs. "I'm not allowed to take it off, aru... you know this."

gets a mischeivious glint in his eyes. "What if I took it off for you?"

goes an even deeper shade of red. "N-not now, please... it isn't the time, aru..."

pulls him over and kisses at his neck. "But you need to relax, as well as get that uniform off... this is the best way to do both."

holds in a small moan. "I-I can't though... not at the moment, aru..."

bites down gently on his neck before nuzzling against him. "Why not? The world won't end."

let's out a small "Ah-"

in surprise. "If my superior finds out, he'll have my head, aru..."

's fingers start to make their way up his shirt. "Why does he have to know?"

bites his lip. "It... wouldn't be right, aru..." his shaky tone of voice makes it obvious that he's caving.

splays his fingers across the soft skin and lightly ghosts them against his chest. "Why not? It's not as if we haven't done it before."

himself giving in. "Just... the timing, aru..."

removes his hat and presses a kiss to his forehead. "But you're so tense... You need it now."

silent... his physical needs beginning to overtake his thoughts.

tosses the hat aside and kisses him on the lips. He's won and he knows it.

moans agains his lips, just giving in and kissing back.

laughs against his lips, slipping in some tongue.

happily returns it. It feels like it's been forever since they've been like this.

can feel him loosing up already which is very good. He continues kissing him happily as he unbuttons his jacket.

presses close to him while still giving him room to shed the articles of clothing. Was he a little desperate for this? Maybe a bit.

hums in pleasure as he gets the jacket off and lets it fall to the floor. He was more than a little desperate as well.

moves his hands to the Russian's chest to undo the buttons on his coat as well. Repressing things like this... resulted in him being a bit_

eager.

agrees. He already needed Yao so badly, and they had barely done anything. He breaks their kiss long enough to breath before leaning back_

down to kiss anywhere he could reach.

's eyes half lid as Ivan kisses him, pressing himself against the other's body for the contact.

how Yao is so warm when it's so cold. He's half tempted just to rip off his shirt and tie, but he knows that would get him in trouble.

probably wouldn't care for the time being if he did. Right now he's just focusing on the man opposite him.

settles for undoing the tie and popping a few buttons from the shirt before throwing it away. Buttons can be sewn back on, but kissing his_

little lover's chest and watching him squirm with need was so much more important.

could care less about the shirt for the moment. For now, he writhes and moans lightly at the kisses being put on his chest.

stops kissing him long enough to get rid of his own shirt before rubbing their chests together. The feel of skin on skin is indescribably_

good.

's breath is taken away at the contact, the need for his lover increasing tenfold.

's breath is quick and erratic as he steers Yao to the nearest table like structure and bends him over it backwards so their chests are_

still together.

looks up at him with half lidded eyes, his cheeks dusted pink.

stores this image forever in the "Yao being hot" folder in his mind. One of his hands caress his cheeks while the other moves southward to_

press against the bulge in hi uniformed pants.

...has no idea that such a folder exists. For now, he's focused on the hand making it's way down his body, unable to hold back a moan when_

he's touched.

not be informing him of this folder. He begins to work at getting of Yao's pants as he kisses his face throughly.

arches his hips into the touch, more than eager to get them off as well. His ponytail is slowly loosening from all of the movement.

finally gets the confounded things off and lets them drop to the floor along with his underwear. He smiles lecherously at the very naked_

nation beneath him before grabbing ahold of his erection and squeezing.

((hrrm, time to private y/y?))

(( privaaaate. >3> ))