[[Valentine's]] Gil forcibly smiled politely and shook hands with his boss, watching as he left and collapsed in his seat. "Fucking shit,
did I seriously get sidetracked by Ivan the entire meeting? Fuck” He cursed, this time at himself. His work was done and he needed to change
into comfy clothes. Changing into a pair of jeans and a simple red shirt, he rushed downstairs and to the front door, stupidly eager that
Ivan was going to get lunch with him. “Hope he’s feeling better” he mumbled to himself, recalling their conversation.
Walked slowly to the place they had agreed to meet, thinking the car wasn't needed to such a short distance, and also cause it was bad to
drive after drinking half a bottle of vodka. He also didn't want to get to the place too early. He already was desperate, no need to
actually *look* desperate.
((<3 ))
pushed past the revolving doors and peered left and right before spotting a lone walking figure not too far away. "Ivan?" He called out,
unsure.
hey, he had changed his clothes. Russia's clothing probably smelled of perfume and vodka. He waved at him, walking faster. "Hi." He said
once he was close enough for Prussia to hear him.
smiled, Ivan sounded a bit better now. He ignored the heavy lingering smell of vodka, dismissing it as part of his job. "Ready to go?"
"Da." He said, opening the door for him to walk in first.
thanked him silently and after briefly speaking with the waitress, they were seated. And cue awkward silence.
hated akward silences, he thought of picking the menu up, but the other had already ordered the special of the day for them to eat. "So...
How did the meeting with your boss go?"
"Ignoring the fact he was glaring at me throughout the entire thing, well enough to not get fired, I suppose" he shrugged. "How's work so
far?"
"Seems like your boss has his eye on you, what did you ever do to him?" He noticed he still smelled of vodka, it would've been a better idea
to change clothes. "Same stuff every day at the office, I'm kind of glad I own the company."
They were briefly interrupted when the waitress set down two mugs of coffee. "I might be because Francis and I used to be together" he
dumped 4 packets of sugar into his coffee and began stirring it idly.
he used only one packet of sugar, he liked his coffee bitter. "That could have something to do with it." He said laughing, wanting to ask if
it was Francis who had cheated on him.
mused quietly, sipping his now extra sweet coffee. "He seems to think that I'm a threat to him" he chuckled. "Too bad he can't see Francis
Gil
is
one faithful bastard"
"Maybe he knows that and that's why he considers you a threat." He says, really laughing this time.
grinned a bit sheepishly as the waitress placed their sandwiches on the table. "Anyway...how did you come to own a vodka company?"
"I inherited it from my father, its been on my family for at least 4 generations." He says, drinking some more of his bitter coffee.
"Ah, my brother's an army General, don't see much of him these days" he shrugged, picking the tomatoes out of his sandwich.
"My sister wants to marry me." He says laughing. He notices he takes out the tomatoes from the sadwich. "Not a big fan of vegetables?"
"Just not tomatoes" he scrunches his nose reflectively. "And wait, your sister?" he raises his eyebrow in surprise.
"She loves me a lot. I'm still hoping she says that as joke though." He says, taking a bite from his sandwich.
laughed, finding this all too amusing. "That, is absolutely hilarious. Does she know you're gay?" he bit into his sandwich.
swallows before he answers. "I hope she doesn't, she'd die." He says, laughing again.
[[YOU WILL EAT THOSE TOMATOES AND *LIKE* THEM]]
((do not feed my bunny with tomatoes. It only eats carrots and drinks vodka XDD))
[[And that's why it's chubby. /Pinches Gil's lovehandles]]
(he looks the cutest when chubby <3))
[[KLSHDFSDKJF /sobs]]
"Well, wasn't she curious whenever you brought a guy over?" he looked a bit confused, was she just incredibly dense?
"I am extremely careful when it came to that." He said, noticing how confused he was. "Moved out of home as soon as I could."
eyes lit in understanding. "Ah" he nodded, biting his sandwich. "Bro fell in love on duty, some little Italian who can't fight for his life"
"He's gay too?" He asked, eating some more. "My sisters visit every once in a while, I keep the apartment 'clean' when they come, if you
know what I mean." he says, laughing.
chuckled, mouth still filled with food. Swallowing, he took a sip of his coffee, "I grew up in a very...open, neighborhood."
"I grew up in a very conservative neighborhood I guess." He says, finishing his coffee.
smiled sympathetically, "So does anyone know...?"
"Yes, of course. I came out to everyone but my sisters." He says, smiling back at him.
"Sisters? You have two?" He bit his sandwich, getting some mayo on his lip.
"Yes, one older and one younger." Russia wished he could clean the Mayo off. Instead he gave the other a napkin.
"Oh" he accepted the napkin and cleaned off his lip. "Ivan...are you ok? You seem a bit...off" he looked at him worriedly.
"Off? off how?" He asks, knowing he hand't drunk enough vodka to get dizzy at least, so it couldn't be that.
"Well we're laughin and talkin but..." he looked straight at him. "...Your eyes look miserable"
Him looking so straight in to his eyes made him blush. "I had a rough business meeting before coming her." he lied.
's gaze lingered on the other before flickering down to the remainder of his meal. He hummed in disbelief and called the waitress for the
bill. "I see" he would't push Ivan to tell him if he didn't wanna tell him. He looked at him sadly before turning away.
looked down, a little self-conscious. Smiled at him while he looked at him sadly. "What's that look for?"
looked down, a little self-conscious. Smiled at him while he looked at him sadly. "What's that look for?"
((sorry for the double post orz))
They were interrupted by the waitress. He fiddled with his wallet for a moment before pulling out a credit card, a picture falling out with
it.
"Who's that?" He asks, not getting a clear view of the picture.
picked the photo up, smilingly fondly. "That's mein bruder and his boyfriend" He handed the photo to the other. "The house gets lonely
sometimes."
"Woah, introduce me to your brother if he's ever single again." He says, inspecting the picture and laughing.
laughed with him, "Sorry but I guess you'd have to settle with me since he's about to propose to Feli, the little Italian" he leaned over
and peered at the old photo.
"Too bad, his got beautiful eyes." Ivan would be more than happy to 'settle' with Gilbert. "But I guess you would do." He said, teasing him
(*he's orz ))
mock gasped in hurt. "You *guess* I would do?" Rolling his eyes, he chuckled. "Yep, he's the normal one in the family"
"I prefer you." He says, laughing, but meaning it. "Want to see my sisters?"
a pale pink flush dusted his cheeks as he nodded. "Sure"
took out his wallet, selecting a picture of him with his two sisters the last time they had been together. "The one in the right is Yekateri
na, and the one on the left is Natalia" He says, pointing at them anyways.
"....Damn" was the only intelligible thing he could mutter. "And which one is obsessed with you?"
"The one clinging to my arm." He says, a bit sorrowful.
"Well you're other sister looks...." he failed a bit at grasping a proper description. "Um..." Gil, *STOP STARING AT HER BOOBS*
"Yes, I know." he says, smiling sadly. "Believe me, I know."
(( *thumbs up* Thank god you're my brother. ))
"...but damn, if only I were straight!" he laughed. "And Natalia was it? She's...a bit scary"
[[XD So glad you approve of me West~]]
"If only I was straight and she wasn't my sister." He says giggling. "Natalia... is gorgeous. But intimidating."
"She intimidates you?!" He asked, surprised. "Now that's something!"
"Hey, you don't know her." He says, shivering a bit at her thought.
shrugged, seeing the waitress look at him badly. "Seems like they don't like us loitering" he chuckled, getting up.
"Oh... I guess we could walk.. There is a park nearby, we could go there. Or go back to work, whichever you prefer."
"Well, I'm done for the day. What time are you supposed to be back at work?"
"I'm the boss, remember?" He says, frowning and smiling at him.
"Oh, right" he lightly smacked himself in the head. "So, the park it is?" he grinned, holding the door open.
"Da, but if you have a better idea I would love to hear it." He exits the place, waiting for prussia to get out.
"Actually...I kinda wanted to see where you work" he admitted shyly, stepping out after him.
"Very well, just don't complain about the vodka smell in my office, da?"He said, leading the way to his building.
"I definitely won't!" He grinned, speeding up to match Ivan's pace. "Besides, how bad could it be?"
"Not so bad." He says, walking more slowly for him. "Work's not far from here, and I bet you've visited the building before."
"Wait, if our buildings are so close to each, isn't it funny that we've never met until this morning?" He laughed.
"It is. I guess it was only a matter of time, right?" He said, opening the door to the building for him.
"That's bizarre" he grinned, walking through. [[I DON'T KNOW WHAT VODKA FACTORIES LOOK LIKE XD]]
((i was thinking it was the office, not the fabric XDD a fabric in the empire state building? XDDD))
[[XD You never know what goes on in there!]]
"My office is on the 20 something floor." he said, stopping for a while to greet some guards on their way to the elevator.
hummed in recognition, looking around and waited a bit impatiently. He was never a patient person to begin with.
noticed that, and joined him again. "lets go, da?" He says, taking him into the elevator.
"Sure" following the blond to the elevators.
leaned against a wall of the elevator. "Hope you don't mind if my office is a bit messy" He pressed the button to his floor, closing the
doors immediately.
[[;A; Sorry for totally dying on you ;A; /sobs forever]]
"My house would look like a hurricane raped it if I didn't have my bruder" he laughed, leaning back against the elevator
"Nah, my house is clean, thanks to the housekeeper." he says, laughing as well.
((s'okay~ ))
"Ah, keep forgetting you're just about mega rich thanks to your vodka business" he hummed, watching the elevator numbers flash.
"Hey, vodka loves me back. We're here." he says, as the door opens and a quite normal office is revealed.
chuckled, stepping out before reeling back in shock. Holy *shit*, that smell was strong!
"Someone dropped a vodka bottle earlier today." he said, noticing the reaction to the smell. "This is where I work, my office is down the
corridor." He says, pointing at a big door.
pulled his sleeve and covered his nose a bit. "Ah, I see" he mumbled behind the cloth, following the blond to his office.
left his overcoat and scarf on a hanger by his assistant's desk. He then opened the door to his office, holding it open for him. "Come in."
(obs, latvia droped a bottle, lol))
[[Of course! He was probably shivering too much XD]]
the smell had gotten a tad bit stronger as he stepped into the office but he was quickly getting used to it. He lowered his sleeve and
entered. "All I've got is a tiny little cubicle" he whistled, looking around.
"View's nice." He said, pointing at the glass panels serving as a wall.
's eyes followed the other's pointing. He walked over and placed his hand gently on the glass. "It's very...free" he smiled softly.
"Nice, right?" he says, walking closer to him. "Want some vodka? Something else to drink?"
"Gunna bribe me with your vodka? Sure" he chuckled, turning towards him and grinning.
"Don't think that would work." he says, turning around because he knew he blushed when he saw Gilbert smile. "I-I'll go get it then, da?"
agreed. He looked at the window a bit disappointingly. Yes he had told Ivan that he wasn't looking for a relationship but, did he really
have to act as if he were walking on thin ice around him?
old!Russia
was
afraid to screw everything up, for he cherished the prussian so much, he was afraid to loose him. He poured some vodka on two glasses
and offered one to him. "Did you like my office?"
"Danke" he sipped the glass slowly, lest he wanted to get dizzy. "I love the view! How's your job treating you? Making vodka doesn't seem
to take much effort."
"Making it is no problem, running the company is." He says, drinking half his glass rather quickly. "Though I only do the executive part of
the job."
"But isn't it awesome that you never need to buy your own vodka?" He grinned, watching as Ivan quickly downed his shot.
"Da, and its such a great vodka! Don't you think so too?" He says, putting away the vodka bottle.
"Better than the stuff Francis serves" he agreed, finishing up his shot and handing the glass back.
"want more?" He asks, shaking the bottle. "And what kind of stuff does Francis serve?"
"Some rip off vodka from France" he rolled his eyes, he accepts another glass.
the russian leans against his desk, pouring some more vodka for himself and Prussia. "So, this is my big fancy office." He says,
smiling, not knowing what else to say and regretting asking about the other's previous lover.
"To your big fancy office with awesome windows" he cheered, clinking his glass with the other's.
"Cheers~" He says, grinning at the other, clinking back.
smiled, downing his shot. "I have to confess, I can't hold vodka as well as I can hold beer" he laughed, asking for more.
"Be careful" He says, laughing. "I may take advantage of a drunk young man."
[Plz take advantage...Fangirl squeak]
((XDDD))
"Ha! At least your honest enough to tell me" he flashed him a grin, seating himself in the boss' huge chair. "This, is comfy" he commented.
The smile made him ache and blush all in the same moment. "It's the boss' chair, it has to be comfortable." He says, putting his glass aside
smiling back. "It also gives massages."
"No way! Show me" he looked around, searching for a remote of some sort.
The russian took a remote left on the desk. "How do you like your massages, Gilbert?"
"Deep and harsh" he replied, closing his eyes and making himself more comfortable, if that were possible.
((i see what you did there XDDDDDDDDDDD))
pressed the right buttons to give the prussian what he wanted, trying not to think at all of the double meaning of his words,
telling himself it hadn't been on purpose. "As you wish. This thing can do about anything."
"Anything huh?" he opened one eye skeptically, smirking coyly.
[[XDDD]]
"Not that kind of anything." He says, laughing. "What kind of pervert do you think I am?"
"What, are you talking about?" he looked up at Ivan, feigning innocence. He was about to say something else but was interrupted by a low
groan of pleasure. The vibrations from the chair began soothing a knot right between his shoulder blades oh so nicely.
"How does it feels?" He wanted go hear those kinds of groans coming out of his mouth because of him. But that would have to do.
"Good" he moaned, sinking deeper into the chair.
"I'm glad, you can stay there for as long as you want, da?" He said, siting on a chair across the desk.
hummed in pleasure, mentally cursing as he felt both the vibrations and alcohol coursing through his veins. 'I hope to whatever God is
listening that I don't get a boner right here, right now'
((lol did he say that out loud?))
[[NO XD /would die of embarassment]]
just sat there, watching Gilbert's delightful expressions of pleasure, carving them into his memories, for he had never seen
something so beatiful before. "Want more vodka, perhaps?"
'NO' a small, somewhat intelligent, part of his mind screamed. Anymore vodka would shoot straight down into his groin. But, you can't just
pass up good vodka! "Sure" his hazy eyes slowly slid open.
happily served him more vodka on the glass Gilbert was previously using, giving himself more as well. "That's about everything you can do
in my office, not such an interesting place, right?"
"Would trade mine for yours any day" he tipped his glass, drowning it in one go. 'This might end badly...' his mind chided him.
laughs. "Your office can't be that bad." he says, surprised the other drank the vodka so fastly.
"I'm surrounded by complete *morons*" he ranted, a faint pink flush dusting his cheeks.
"Okay... That's enough vodka for the day." He said, putting the bottle away, this time definitely. "What kind of morons?"
"Oh god, there's this arrogant bastard, Alfred's his name, who will *not* stop eating"
"Sounds like quite a character. Is he noisy as well?" he asks, giggling.
((bed, night night.))
"Gott, you don't even know the half of it. He's constantly trying to get into my boss's pants and it's getting creepy" his nose crinkled in
disgust.
He laughed, finishing his glass of vodka. "Sounds like a complete jackass."
"Only when his mouth isn't occupied" he barked in laughter. Settling down once more, he let out a breathy whimper as the chair worked out
the kinks in his back. That felt good. A little *too* good. "Gott verdammt" he growled, feeling the first traces of arousal swim into his
veins.
"Huh? What did you say, Gil?" He asked, wondering why the other was squirming and blushing. He wanted to prove a theory, so he made the
chair be a little bit more intense.
((I AM OFFENDED BY THE COMMENTS ABOUT MY BABY. :/ ))
((you know i love America lol))
((MY BABY IS PERFECT AND IN IS A PERFECT RELATIONSHIP WITH YONG SOO, SO HE HAS NO REASON TO HIT ON ANYONE ELSE. PRUSSIA LIES. ))
((no way for Russia to hit on him?))
what))
((lol I'm indirectly asking you to rp with me lol))
(but lets not discuss this here, go to my latest ooc plurk))
ok~ sorry that i'm such a dense little girl.))
[[XD Oh hush America~]]
whimpered a bit louder, shooting glares at the 'innocent' Russian. He felt the vibrations get stronger. Shifting to find a less...dangerous
position. Gil's breath hitched as he was hit with an onslaught of pleasure.
He smiled when he understood what was going on, feeling a little guilty when the other glared at him so intensely. "Have you had enough of
the massage? I can stop it when you want it, da?"
quickly weighed the options in his mind. 1) Stop the massage and sit there with a boner or 2) have a *chair* get him off. Either way, he
decided, left him with the need to get laid.
"Why are you so quiet, Gilbert?" He asks, intentionally making the massage even more intense. "Enjoying the chair a bit too much?" He asked,
laughing a bit.
glared at the *oh so amused* blond sitting on the other side of the desk. He was about to offer a harsh retort when his jaw became slack and
his head bowed. *Gottverdammt* he had made the chair vibrated harder. Muffling his groans, he felt his cheeks flush a bit darker.
'Damn Russian and his damn vodka' he thought.
"I can assure you, my friend, that chair has never had such an *effect* on me." He gave the other the remote control for the chair, hoping
he wouldn't turn it off, so as to keep observing Gilbert's beautiful face going red like that.
's eyelids fluttered. As he held the remote in his hands, he contemplated seriously, was he going to stop? Was he willing to risk his pride,
and not to mention his ass, for a shot he may or may not be getting at Ivan?
"Well, what will it be, Mr... Gilbert?" He suddenly realised he didn't know the other's last name. Not that it made much difference.
"Well what?" he purred, deciding 'To hell with hesitation!' and pursuing what he wanted. Currently, it was the Russian. In his pants. *Now*.
"May I?" He said, eyeing pruss' very obvious arousal.
hummed in thought, fingers slowly trailing down his shirt and toying with the band of his jeans. The other hand propped his head on the
armrest. "Let me think" he smirked.
Now, if he continued to touch himself like that. "Let me know what you decide, da?"
it would definitely give him a boner.
"Well, it's a difficult decision" he mused, sliding his palm briefly over the front of his pants, groaning. "Perhaps I need a bit of
persuasion?"
"I can fix that~" He stood up, grinning at Prussia. He placed his large hand on his neck, rubbing his lips against Gil's jawline.
slunk his arms around the taller's neck, pulling him closer. Gil pulled Ivan's face up and ghosted his lips over the other's. "Really?" He
licked Ivan's bottom lip teasingly.
his skin felt hot wherever Gilbert touched, which was not helping his arousal. "Really." He stated, finally kissing the pale man, with a
bit of anxiety, thinking he was the luckiest man on earth to be able to kiss his most loved person. Russia's hand drifted southwards.
whimpered as the Russian's hand slithered downward, sliding one hand into the soft blond hair at his disposal as the other reached down to
unbutton the other's shirt.
allowed himself to smile, filled with happiness as his hand softly cupped his erection over the fabric.
keened softly, abandoning the other's shirt and placing his hand atop the other's. Parting his lips, he nibbled on Ivan's lip for entrance.
The Russian gladly gave in, opening his mouth as he unzipped the jeans, releasing Gilbert partially.
The Russian gladly gave in, opening his mouth as he unzipped the jeans, releasing Gilbert partially.
squirmed in his seat, sighing in relief that the pressure on his groin lessened a bit. He twisted his tongue around the other's sucking
playfully.
giggled in between kisses, rolling up prussia's shirt, tracing the lines of his abs.
couldn't help himself from smiling, hands going back to the abandoned shirt and continuing to undress the other.
pecked him before he pulled the shirt off. He took his time to admire Gilbert's naked upper body, leaning forward to kiss his nipples after
a few seconds. His other hand rubbed his cock, slipping his hand under the boxers.
panted softly, pushing the unbutton shirt off the Russian's broad shoulders. He allowed his fingers to dance teasingly over the other's
chest.
completely removed the shirt, tossing it aside. He yanked the other's jeans down,
getting the full view of the other's body. He placed a small kiss on his side. "You're perfect."
's cheeks burn in arousal, intoxication and embarrassment. "Shut up" he mumbles, finding his way back to the blond's lips.
smiled, returning the kiss -still believing he was the luckiest man alive-. Ivan's fingers slid along Gilbert's lenght, teasing before
playing with the head of his erection.
moans in the kiss, urgently tugging at the other's belt and fumbles with the zipper. After a few successful tries, he manages to wedge his
palm onto the straining shaft.
pressed Gilbert's hand against the growing buldge in his pants, bumping against it eagerly, moaning to the sole thought of everything that
old!Russia
was
going on in his office.
felt his elbow bump into something and then noted for the first time, that the infernal chair was *still* vibrating. He growled and blindly
searched for the remote to turn it off.
leaned to him as the other looked for the remote, licking his pink nipples, hands pumping his lenght as he did so.
shivered, momentarily stopping in his search to bite back his moans. Struggling to keep his eyes open, Gil renewed his efforts since killing
off the vibrations would allow him to hold back his ejaculation further. Quickly locating the remote and jabbing the off button, he returned
his attention to the figure looming over his frame and flooding him with pleasure.
Ivan pulled the other man off the chair, embracing him with one hand as the other hand made space on his desk to... keep going.
allowed himself to slide onto the desk while latching onto Ivan's neck, biting and sucking his way up and down the smooth column of skin.
His hands occupied themselves with fully relieving the other of his pants.
moaned, feeling better with his pants finally off, his hands going back to where they were before, pumping prussia's lenght. The russian
teased the slit, feeling even more aroused than before.
clenched his eyes shut, panting hoarsely through his gritted teeth. Gott verdammt, if he kept doing that, the Prussian wouldn't be able to
hold back! As to not be outdone by the taller, Gil suckled on Ivan's collarbone and roughly grasped the base of the other's shaft, moving
up and down teasingly slow.
Ivan grunted, pushing the Prussian down on the clean surface of the desk, licking his perfect abdome as he went down on him, leaving a wet
trail of saliva on him as he got closer to the other's lenght.
's back arched, skin ablaze as the sinfully amazing tongue did wonders to his already frayed nerves. His hands flew up to muffle a cry as
Ivan got closer to his needy arousal. *Just a bit more...!*
finally reached the base of his member,
sucking the twitching skin, his hand pumping the rest of the length.
bit down on his hand so hard, he pierced skin. It had been *far* too long since he had any type of intimacy with another. With a strained
groan, he freed one hand to move south and affectionately stroke the other's hair.
((soooorrryyyyy ;A; /was watching "the children are alright))
moved up closer to the head of his cock, eventually getting Gilbert's lenght into his mouth, not completely just yet. The hand stroking his
hair felt far too good, enough for him to ignore his gag reflect and take prussia in completely.
felt his entire frame begin to shake as he barely restrained himself from thrusting into the warm cavern that surrounded his erection.
his eyes teared up from the other thrusting into his mouth like that. His hand pushed him down, sucking him senseless instead.
((crap, i forgot to change accounts orz))
[[XD it's ok]]
gave out a garbled moan as the pleasure building in his groin was getting nearly unbearable. He fisted Ivan's hair as he began sucking
harder.
liked that he did that, only incentivating him more, his lips putting some pressure around the base of his cock, hands squeesing his ass.
felt the first tingles if his release crawl up his spine. "Gott, I-Ivan" he whimpered, pulling gently at his hair. "I can't-!"
hadn't his mouth been occupied with him at the moment, he would have told him it was okay to cum inside of his mouth, instead, he sucked him
even harder thant before.
cried out, his back arching off the desk as the onslaught of sensations was far too much for him. Throwing his head back, he released a
choked version of Ivan's name as he came.
swallowed all of it, feeling a warm feeling in his heart when he heard Gilbert calling his name as he came. He couldn't have imagined that
would happen when he first met him that morning.
slumping back onto the wooden desk, he panted while attempting to catch his breath. This was definitely not what he expected to happen when
he met the blond this morning.
drank some vodka from the bottle to rinse his mouth a bit, just enjoying the view of the blushing naked man on his desk.
wanted to sit up and call out to the other but it seemed that he was still boneless from his orgasm.
came back to his side, sitting on the desk. He stared at him with loving eyes, grinning at him.
felt his cheeks burn brighter. "What're you looking at?" he mumbled, draping an arm over his face to hide his blush.
pulled his arm apart from his face, leaning down to kiss him. "You had something on your lip." He said, shamelessly lying.
chuckled, rolling his eyes. He pulled the other down and murmured against his lips. "You've got something on your lips" he commented, eyes
hooded with renewed lust.
"Mind to remove it, please?" He said, brushing their lips lightly for a split second. He blushed, the look in prussia's eyes making him feel
his blood boil in his veins.
"Well don't mind if I do" he hummed, licking at Ivan's lips. Propping himself on his forearm, Gil lent up to capture Ivan in a kiss as his
free hand trailed down to cup the other's shaft.
moaned, nibbling on the tongue that was teasing his lips. He kissed him hungrily as the other cupped his now growing erection.
sat up and shifted, scooting closer to the edge as he pulled Ivan closer to him. He slowly slid his hand down Ivan's underwear, teasing the
hair around his arousal.
spread his legs apart to give the other more space, placing his arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
pushed the rest of the Russian's clothes off before lightly tracing his fingers over the erection. He teased the head of the erection.
helped to take off what was left of his cloathing. He moved to kiss the russian's neck, not being able to help his moans as the other took
care of his member.
moved his hand slowly, unbearably slowly as he smirked, his other hand sifting through Ivan's hair.
It was so unbearable slow, the russian started to rub himself against the prussian's hand, moving his hips to do so.
"Impatient aren't we?" he chuckled, rubbing a bit faster, littering kisses all over his neck and shoulder.
Nods, grinning at him. His hands slide down to the other's ass, fondling his asscheeks.
"And what exactly are you going to do about it?' He grinned right back, grasping the other firmly, pumping faster.
"I might want to have sex with you." He says, smiling deviously at him, grunting as the other pumps faster.
"Might?" He whispered, nibbling on his lower lip. He slung his other arm around Ivan's neck as he moved his hand faster.
"I-it all... depends of what you want..." He says, finding it hard to speak in such conditions.
"On what I want? But what about what you want, hmm?" he purred, raking his teeth lightly over the other's lower lip. Gil stretched his
fingertips down to massage the blond's testicles.
wanted to say that whatever he wanted would make him happy, but he shushed him with his mouth. "I'll do whatever you want, da?"
"Hmm, I suppose that's fine" he lent up to kiss him again, fisting the Russian and pumping faster.
Kept fondling his bare ass, his other hand massaging his balls from behind.
moaning, he latched himself to the other's neck. Licking and nipping every so often, he began to feel himself get painfully erect, again.
noticed the other was getting aroused again, pulling him closer by the hip and Gil's member against his own, rubbing them together.
writhed against the other, grinding their pelvises together to make more friction. He rocked his hips against Ivan's, biting into his neck.
locked him in that position by wrapping his legs around his waist, creating irresistible friction. He groaned as the other bit his neck. The
Russian forced his fingers inside his mouth.