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Hah... China is slowly dozing off while watching a show recommended by Taiwan that he has definitely not been glued to for the past eight hours because of how hilarious it is! He’s only got up a max total of three times!
Speaking of Taiwan, he really does miss her… Yes she does keep in contact with China through text, but it isn’t the same! Before silly yet useful phones were a thing, the girl would always run to him when she found a hobby that she wanted the elder to try with her. Now, all he gets is video links to new yoga poses to attempt and shows produced from her country. It gets tiring to reminisce the past when the two were closer, he sighs. In fact, it’s hard to not miss what he and all of his younger siblings used to have.
Lost in thought as the show continued to blab on, he grips onto the blanket wrapped around his figure. He always took good care of them. Now it seems they’re all so distant with each other. Well of course! China pouts, They all have their duties and responsibilities to carry out first before they settle down and talk, that must be it! He chuckles to himself as he lets his delusional thoughts consume him. I raised them well and disciplined haha-hugh! He chokes on the snack he was unconsciously chewing.
After composing himself, China looks around at the mess he created around himself. Since he doesn’t have any siblings living with him anymore as they’ve all grown up, it seems he’s been lacking on caring for his own home. Lifting his arm to grab the remote, he gets a whiff of himself. Aiya! How could it get this bad! China also hasn’t been taking care of himself now. “I need a shower, aru..” He looks up at the TV before turning it off, but the scene in front of him displays such a nostalgic feeling.
The woman in the show walks into her mother’s house along with her husband and newborn child. The mom yelps and runs into her daughter’s arms, crying how much she’s missed her, barely paying attention to her new grandchild. They all laugh and sit and talk like they just picked up where they last left off so easily…
A vein pops out of China’s head. Wasn’t this show just showing how the couple forgot their baby in the store? It did make him giggle as he has done something similar with Hong Kong. But now the show wants to get relatable in a whole other level! It’s purposely humiliating him! China quickly turns the TV off, fights himself out of the tangled mess of blankets, and stomps into the bathroom with the door slammed shut.
He drowns his face under the shower head to hide the tears forming in eyes. No. They aren’t that busy. They can’t be. It’s simply just that they don’t want to see me. I’ve babied them for so long, they probably have a separate group chatting with out me. Chatter? Whatever South Korea calls it. His sobs turn into full on cries as he lathers soap onto his skin. He always gets like this when he thinks too deeply about his siblings.
Sure it was hell taking care of them, but he won’t lie when he says how much he misses holding something so small and precious in his arms. When he had the excuse to sing or hum a lullaby as their red face dozed off into a slumber after crying for so long. Hearing their first words will always be embedded into the back of his mind forever.
China remembers when South Korea, who had been forming teeth, mouthed at his clothed breast for milk. The most ridiculous part is that countries don’t even need to be fed milk! He punished baby South Korea the whole day as he held onto his aching bitten breast.
The thought has always made him chuckle, not very offended. His thoughts run deeper than thinking of them as his siblings, but as his children. He always scolded himself for thinking that way because he knew he would make them even more uncomfortable. It didn’t help when America made fun of China for acting like a mother hen towards Japan, telling him to keep his distance from America. China became a blabbering mess, but didn’t fail to notice how silent Japan had became than how he typically already was. China really couldn’t tell how it made him feel, but he always assumed that maybe he was disgusted at the thought of being China’s son, let alone brother.
China wraps a bathrobe around himself and walks back into his living room and picks up his mess he previously made, folds up the blankets, and heads into his bedroom. He had disregarded how late it was and felt quite tired, enough to skip blow drying his thick waist length hair, detangling it only will have to do.
“Ahh, nice and cozy. No kids to drive me crazy. I can peacefully rest with no youngling waking me up at midnight to tell me they threw up…” Ughhh Those darn countries never leave his mind. Think of something else China! They don’t think of me at night, do they? Yeah that sets it. China closes his eyes and finally makes his first small snore.
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Hmn!
An unpleasant sensation on his chest slowly wakes him up. China blinks his eyes before lifting up his head. He hasn’t felt this in a very long time. It was a while after he had his bandages on when they weren’t so used to being suppressed.
“Huh?…Again?” he brings his hands to his breast’s nervously and tries massaging them. It usually soothed him, taking the aching feeling away. The thing is, they haven’t felt like this for the past hundreds, maybe a thousand years!
“Eee! it’s not working, aru…” China sucks in a breath. They feel so tender, so sensitive, maybe a bit too swollen? As he feels around them more, panic sets in and he fully sits up in his bed, still groping them, “What’s happening?! Why do they feel like this? This is new, aru…” China throws his blanket off and slowly makes his way out into the hall towards the bathroom again, heart raising. But then his heart rate stops at the sight.
The bathroom light appears to be on as it pools under the door. I couldn’t have left it on… I’m not that stupid, am I? Well, maybe I did leave it on, still doesn’t make me stupid, just a mistake. But I don’t remember closing the bathroom door either… Has someone intruded my home!? The thought makes his stomach drop as he’s frozen in place. Who could have broken into his high security home? It must have been a country, a rather skilled one at that.
China quickly retreats into his kitchen and grabs a skillet, then makes his way back into the hall, leaning his body on the door to hear any voice. There’s nothing, I cannot detect any movement through this door… China gulps and lifts his hand to the door knob while getting into a position to easily attack.
China is the greatest! The wisest! Yeah! I don’t need someone to protect me or fight my battles, and cradle me in their arms to stop cryi- Snap out of it China!
China doesn’t think twice and immediately opens the door to pounce on the intruder. Unfortunately, he slips at the water on the floor, so he doesn’t get the chance. Great tactic, intruder! He thinks, defeatedly lying on his back against the cool and wet floor.
“China? Are you okay?” China flinches at the familiar voice and snaps his head towards the intimidatingly tall figure towering over his body with his shadow. His ashy blonde hair, chubby face, and those piercing lilac orbs that almost always send him into a cardiac arrest. The only thing that seems off is how the man has an oblivious-worried expression on. It only angers China more.
“Russia! What the hell are you doing here?! How’d you get in?!” China picks himself up, ignoring the offering hand of the russian man. The taller picks up China’s skillet and puts it back in his hands, “You dropped this. And why should I tell you? You would just find another way to keep me out…” Russia innocently nudges his two fingers together and looks away with a pout that China most definitely does not find adorable!
“Also, you should’ve cleaned this floor, I slipped too just so you know…” China blushes like Russia had affronted him. I let myself walk past this wet mess and sleep peacefully? Embarrassing!
“As it should be! You have came into my home unannounced, and I have every right to dismember all your limbs because of it!” China points his skillet towards the man with trembling grip. Russia doesn’t say anything as he looks focused on something else with dark eyes, something that is on China to be more specific. “Russia? are you even listening to me? Out!”
But the man doesn’t budge. Instead, he whispers, “China… please cover yourself more appropriately when confronting another country. What if it wasn’t me who sees you like this?”
China turns pale and looks down at his robe. It isn’t that disheveled, just a bit out of place- “Ahh!! look away!” China screams as he covers one of his breasts that had slipped out when he fell. Russia immediately covers his eyes with his hands and turns around with red ears.
China quickly fixes his robe back to its proper state and turns away as well. He shakes as he feels so humiliated. No one has seen me like that! Not in a very long time! Why must it be him… He forgets about the other man who is still turned away, and sprints out the bathroom, back into his bed, tucked under the covers from head to toe.
“I-it’s a nightmare. Please let it be a nightmare, I don’t like this!..”
A knock to his door
“China? You left me. Please let me in. Let’s talk, da?” Russia says with another knock. China covers his head with a pillow as the Russian man’s voice echoes in his head.
“Please go away! I don’t want to hear you! No more games I don’t want to play with you! Please go home, aru!” China starts to sob again. Although, he has been alone for a long while now, and talking to someone face to face again made him feel somewhat better after just being texted. But it’s Russia! But it felt good. He remembers his still aching chest and tries massaging them again. The Russian man’s knocking had stopped a while ago, which pauses his thoughts.
Instead a tug on his blanket causes his heartbeat to stop for a mere second. He is revealed to Russia, and his irritation
triggers further, “Why are you still here!?” He pounces on the taller man, tackling him onto the ground, “I tell you to leave, you disobedient imbecile!” He hits the Russian on the chest and even lands a few punches on his face, yet the younger doesn’t fight back. The chinese man grows tired and sits himself back onto the russian’s torso, both legs on each side of his waist. Russia’s face grows more unreadable and flushed.
The elder gets frustrated and takes a deep breath, then raises both arms to continue hitting him. This time, Russia grabs both of his arms and sits up, making China slip onto his lap and squirm,
“You! How dare you treat an elder like this! You enter my home and manhandle me like a child! The audacity, aru-“ His complaints are interrupted by being fully embraced by the russian.
“C-china, please don’t make me leave, I can comfort you. Please let me comfort you.” He tucks his head under China’s chin and rocks them back and forth, feeling his heartbeat pang against his ear. China looks at Russia, who rests comfortably against him, with a perplexed look. He doesn’t know how to handle someone who is stronger and way bigger than him. He has no choice.
“Okay, okay! Off of me this instant!” He says, using his usual authoritative tone, a scolding voice he used against South Korea as a child who was always clingy compared to the rest. He would always latch onto his leg when he was cooking in the kitchen, it was dangerous.
Hands were released and he felt like he could breathe again. He’s never been comforted before like that. China is usually the one who had to cheer his baby siblings up with head rubs and rocking them on his lap back and forth. He really does miss the feeling, but this is entirely new, and he craves more!
“Hey, I saw your bust.” Russia says out of nowhere with the same damn smile plastered on his face. China scoffs and leaves the Russian’s lap, “Yeah, you did. How do you feel? Proud? Never seen a man with boobs? Well now you have!” China sticks his tongue out and sits himself on the bed, appreciating how he looks down at Russia.
“A-ah. Not in a bad way, it isn’t an impressive size, I’m not shocked no one could tell.” His eyes avert lower to the man’s chest again. China grunts and crosses his arms over where he’s looking.
“Whatever, I don’t care what you think. Why are you even here? I was trying to sleep until-“ Until my chest started acting up, not because of Russia making noise… I still don’t know why they feel like this or why they’re swollen!
“Da, I know you were sleeping, that’s why I didn’t make any noise to try and disturb you. You must have woken up from something else.” Russia says, “What’s wrong? Also, you have a habit of touching your breast all of a sudden.” China notices that he’s doing it again and stops, “They just feel weird right now. I was going to figure out why, but you were in my bathroom. Why were you even in there out of all rooms?”
Russia stares, “I was just looking around. It’s been a while since I last visited and I wanted to get myself comfortable.” He quickly explains before dismissing the digression China tried to play, “Are they sore? So weird, my sister has back problems, but no sore bosom.”
“Can we drop this topic? I’ll figure it out.” China looks at his clock. So late, Russia can’t leave when it’s so dark, sigh, “Russia you can sleep here, but you leave later today since it’s midnight, you hear me?”
The Russian averts his eyes to China’s face. His gaze lies there with no response, unsettling the elder. China coughs to disrupt the awkward silence, “Well then, I’ll just grab an extra cover for the couch you’ll be sleeping on.” He gets back up and makes his way to the storage room with a low hum. Russia has yet to say anything but continues to follow the smaller man’s frame with his eyes.
“Yao…”
The Chinese pauses his humming, and turns back his attention towards the other. The man won’t look at him anymore. He shifts on the floor with legs crossed, a shadow covering his face. The sound of his AC suffocates him. He continues his path to the closet, but doesn’t open it. He stands with his forehead against the cool door, and his hands grip the handles.
The way Russia said his name… He wasn’t asking for him, instead he whispered it in an unfamiliar tone that made China’s skin crawl. Should he ignore him? The calling of his human name replays in his head. The way his body responded to it. Nobody ever calls him by his human name, no one.
His skin started to heat up without him realizing. He should really grab the extra pillow and folded blanket, the one he uses for guests, close guests. He never used them for who he intended to use them for. Japan never came to visit. Taiwan, Macau, Hong Kong, and that clingy little South Korean never came.
A large hand lands on his shoulder, so huge that the cold finger tips lie against his neck. It breaks him out of his train of thought, and he flinches, but doesn’t dare to turn to see as he already knows there’s really only one other person with him. No one touches him the way his ally does. Crap, he knows he took too long to grab the necessities for the Russian to sleep. A pang in his chest starts again. It’s too much. I just wanted to soothe the aching, can I still do so if he’s here? No! Of course not. How shameless of me. Go away, go away, go away!
“Are you sick, China?” The same gigantic hand rests on his forehead. China has suddenly forgotten how to breathe. He’s not use to someone treating him like this. The concept of someone caring for him. He wishes he was sick, maybe he could get more of it. He doesn’t say anything and tries leaning into the palm, but it was quickly retreated by its owner to his disappointment. A stuffed chuckle escapes the Russian, “You poor thing, Aww,” He mockingly coos and bends down to the Chineses height.
“E-excuse me?” Chinas face reddens as he can only pay attention to how Russia bares his teeth at him as he’s laughing. “You! I’ve had enough! I’ll throw you out if you keep laughing!” He pushes Russia and the bigger man immediately stops laughing, but his efforts to contain his giggles failed as he blurts out into greater laughter. China has never felt so angry and… well confused in his life. The man has always creeped him out. He could never tell what’s going on in that unpredictable mind of his.
“I take it back! You get so easily distracted you know?” He reaches out to poke his finger at the top of Chinas forehead, “It’s not fun to leave me out of the conversations you have in your head…” Ah, that same old eerie look on his face. He’s getting closer. A knee suddenly falls almost in between his own legs. It’s getting closer. Russia remains his whole focus on China, the eye contact at capacity. Before he could react to the tension, Russia pulls back and places his hands on the elders waist, politely moving him over to open the closet and grab a blanket.
A hello kitty blanket that is…
“Aiyah! Russia, put that back!” China screeches and jump in an attempt to yank the blanket out of the taller man’s hands, but misses entirely and slams into the wall. Fuck, he turns with a dizzy aching head. The picture he is met with almost made him melt. Russia removing his coat, hanging it on one of the empty hangers. His dirty outside boots were already set next to the rest of Chinas indoor slippers.
Now, all that is left is Russia with his scarf still stuck to him, a black, unintentionally compressed undershirt that outlines his chub and the muscles that lie beneath the fat. Good god. China can’t think straight anymore. It’s all too much. His chest is swollen and aching, but it seems his heart is causing the most pain from how much it wants to rip out of his body.
China is too old to be feeling this way. He doesn’t understand the appeal of a huge Russian man who came all this way to his house, navigating through it in silence to not awake the Chinese man. God, it sounds so filthy the more he thinks about it.
“China, i’m ready for our slumber. I wasn’t expecting to sleep at this hour, but it won’t be so difficult if it’s in your home.” Russia wraps the blanket around his frame which snaps China back into reality. Sleep, i’m just tired. “Well it seems you don’t mind settling for a hello kitty blanket, good for you. I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping then.” China leads while Russia follows.
They move past Chinas room, and Russia sulks, “China~ wouldn’t it be more fun if we had a sleepover? I know you always beg Japan for one after those world meetings.” Russia looks down at China with pleading eyes. The elder man freezes in place, “Beg? Where did you get that information from? I don’t beg! And I most certainly don’t beg for sleepovers!” He keeps walking to the living room.
Russia giggles, “Da, you do! I am always there when you do it!” He gasps and covers his own mouth with a joking manner, like he wanted to be discovered.
“Pardon?! You sneak up onto my business without me knowing?” The brunette shivers at the image of Russia, hiding behind a wall or a large plant, just listening into China’s conversations. A deeper part in China’s mind wants to know what the tall man feels towards him.
It must not mean anything right? It’s just what Russia does to everyone. It feels so wrong to the older man, but some possessive part of him aches to be the only one that occupies the younger nations mind.
The Russians giggles continue, echoing over and over in his head like a drug. China wants nothing more than to pin the huge man down, stuff his mouth with a sock, tie his arms and legs together, restrain his body from leaving, forever sitting in the corner of his room. China doesn’t know why he’s thinking like this, but maybe it’s not a bad thing. He’s doing every nation a favor. Russia won’t be able to bother anyone, to enter anyone else’s home. Lord, another ache in his breasts, begging to be soothed. Can’t grab! Must resist!
“Why does it matter now, hm?” Russia’s unnerving gaze lingers on China, “You wanted this. You wanted a companion to sleep with. Yet you shut me out. Am I that bad, China?” His face contorts into hurt. Bullshit. It’s all becoming too overwhelming again. China hates these simple answer questions that Russia asks, because it’s hard to say, and if he doesn’t respond with the right answer, he’ll get punished!
“You came all this way just… because you wanted to comfort me on my bed?” Oh gosh, China reddens at his own wording. But I don’t understand either. Russias choice of words sound so blunt all of the time. But does he really mean what he says ever? He could go on and debate this in his head forever, but could never come to a conclusion. China’s losing his sanity over this man, and honestly, he just might allow it at this point.
“Mn, I think we both crave this.”
Oh...
“Be specific, Russia. What do you think I want? What do you really want?” China can’t contain himself anymore. He’s been trying to ignore the heat building up between his legs, excusing it for how weird his body has already been acting. Russia’s intimidating size and atmosphere. Despite how weird he is, deep down he’s adorable when he demands things go his way. And really, who is China to judge? He’s the one who can’t help but be aroused from it.
Russia looks at him with his bottom lip tucked under his sharp teeth. He’s not used to someone asking him what he wants. It’s usually everyone giving in out of fear or putting defenses and running away. But here China is, with interest that lies within his amber eyes, patient with him. The eyes he always admired from afar are looking deep into his own, trying to find an answer, and Russia wants nothing more than to give it to him.
He looks further down China’s body. His robe is so thick and covers his true figure, but Russia knows what awaits beneath the clothing, and god he’s so close to seeing it.
“China…” He inhales, trying to fight the tied tongue in his mouth. If China wants to know, he deserves to know it all, “I want to lay in your bed and feel you.” He whispers in a monotone but it feels so intimate. “If you allow me, I’d like to bathe you in years of my devoted affection towards you.” He continues and reaches for China’s face, squishing it without realizing his incredibly unnatural strength is so close to crushing his skull. China though, can’t see a problem in that anymore.
China looses himself in the mans hands. Oh how much this night has escalated from one thing to another. He had never expected to be so crazed over a man who’s even crazier. Something he hasn’t felt in forever, has been revived by him? China couldn’t believe it. A man like Russia wanted a man like China. If you told the older nation many years ago that this man child could even feel love, he’d laugh.
Their faces are so close now that Russia had leaned into him. He can’t even speak, but his hands rest against the others’ stomach, slowly traveling up to his chest, and onto his clavicle, fingers just slightly wrapped around his scarfed neck. The urge to take it off and mouth at his flesh. His focus is back onto the taller man, maintaining eye contact. “Russia…” He breathes. His eyes feel like watering from this feeling he had craved since he last had a lover.
“A-and I think you want—no—need to be taken care of.” The taller man clashes their bodies together, his large hand now rests on Chinas lower back, the other combs into the older man’s long and silky hair. The older nation shivers. Even as he does sweet things like this, it’s still creepy! China can’t wait any longer.
He angles his head, lips aiming towards the younger nations. And just as he was so close, he missed as his head went forward into the man’s chest. Russia had stood all the way up. So cruel and embarrassing! China cursed. He looks up at the mean Russia, “What? what is it?” The blonde looks nervous, “I don’t know how to…” The lavender eyes lock onto the Chinese
mans mouth.
China immediately understood then, He must be a virgin, kind of ridiculous if you ask me. “You never kissed, have you.” He snickers behind his hand. The taller man looks down, embarrassed, “No, I have not- Mn!”
Russia is instantly silenced with Chinas mouth!
He has no idea what he’s doing, his lips are sealed shut as China is trying to devour him. The brunettes arms are now wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer than they already are. He walks backwards and falls onto the couch with China still trying to pry his mouth open, climbing into his lap and clawing his light hair to angle him correctly.
If Russia wasn’t already amazed by how dominant his Yao was being, he felt something damp and hot grinding on his thigh. When he looked down, his breath hitched, China was rubbing himself on him!
What on earth did Russia do to deserve this? He was sure all he has done was damage and just be down right annoying as he always bothered China with every chance he got. Now, the same man that had always flinched at his presence, has forced his small tongue inside his mouth, eating him up without any chance to breathe.
Russia decides to put his mouth to work too, trying his best to suck on Chinas tongue. China gasps at this sudden action, out of air, but so desperate. His chest feels so sensitive against the robe, and he’s so tempted to shed the thick clothing off. If Russia’s intentions this whole time was to feel all of him, he’ll do exactly that then.
As Russias mouth explores the older nations, China seductively and slowly peels the robe off of him. The blonde notices and pauses their mouth love making to take in the show presented to him.
“You don’t ah… need to stare you know.” China makes small gasps from finally being released by Russia’s greedy mouth. His grinding continues as he finally shed off the only layer that separated them if he wasn’t counting Russia’s shirt. He was also getting hesitant if he should rip off Russia’s scarf. A little part of him was still apprehensive of the younger nation.
“Russia, your clothes. Off.” He was getting a little fed up from humping the man’s clothed leg, and was hoping for something more out of the younger man, way more.
Russia comes back to reality when China stopped his motion, his bare pussy completely drenched. Russia figured since he had seen the Chinese mans exposed breast that he would possess the opposite genitalia down there. He shouldn’t have thought about it in front of China, especially since he wasn’t expecting them to ever get to this point, but he couldn’t contain his excitement when he saw the man in nothing but a traditional Chinese sleeping robe.
A mischievous grin creeps up Russia’s face, enhancing his chubby cheeks, “Alright then.” He lifts his knee up a bit where China was currently sitting on, causing the older man to gasp with a hint of a moan behind it. “Ahnn!” The moist spot grew more wet, and Chinas legs shook from a pleasure he had never felt before. Russia paid no mind to his reaction. He only striped his shirt, and somehow he managed to keep the scarf on.
China couldn’t believe what his eyes laid upon. Russia was good at keeping everything about him hidden, because he wasn’t prepared to be so turned on from how chubby he was! Could he even call him that? He was hairy, meaty, and definitely sweaty, China could smell the musk radiating off of the bigger man. God, China was hypnotized from a body he wasn’t used to seeing. He’s never bedded a man like Russia. He tended to prefer someone more fit and somewhat on the leaner side, but maybe he was reconsidering everything right now. He can’t deny his desire for such a huge man like Russia anymore.
“Russia, you’re so, so fat.” China said with arousal. It sounded funny, but he means it. Russia is so well fed and muscular under all the layer of fat. He hoped Russia hadn’t took it the wrong way. “Hm? Is it bad?” Russia did in fact have a saddened expression that was so adorable, China wanted to take back his cruel wording. No, Russia deserves to know, an evil thought appeared in the back of his mind, He deserves to know how good it is.
“No, no it’s not bad at all. Call me a hypocrite for how I act with America, but I like it.” I love it. China gropes Russias tummy, and rubs it while he gives sweet reassurance to the shy younger man who refuses to even lay his hands on China’s body again. “You’re such a big boy. So well fed aren’t you, aru.” China pecks him on his cute, chubby cheek. Russia whimpers from how good the Chinese’s hands feel. So small but they devour him whole. He nuzzles his head in China’s neck, breathing in the natural aroma emitted from his body.
China kisses him on his temple too. He shifts more into the blondes lap, right where the noticeably menacing erection of the younger man, “Russia, t-take off your pants,” He whines.
Russia internally chokes on air from the feeling of such a greater heat against his. He wants to remove his pants just as much as China does, but he doesn’t want to think about removing this feeling for even a brief second. His hands finally leave his sides and he gently places them on the smaller’s hips. He then firmly presses China’s body down to meet his painful bulge seeking for more friction.
China moans straight into his ear, the loudest and clearest he has ever heard yet. They both could cum like this if they wanted, but they both knew it wouldn’t be enough. Russia rolls the older’s hips for him, forcing him to grind harder onto the larger body. “Ah! Huuuh! Mmmn!” China is so close already, he tries to speak but his words come out incoherent, “Russia! Russssi-ahh! Nooo!” He cries. It is too good! Don’t want it to end so soon! “Damn it Iva-Russia! I said take your pants offuhuuhh.” Another ache makes itself at home in his breasts. It’s too sensitive he’s too scared to touch.
A pause in their action.
They both make eye contact as they realize China almost referred to him with his human name!
“Yao,” Russia breathes out, “did these lips call me so sweetly?” He couldn’t stop the huge smile from instantly tugging on his lips. It’s the first time he’s ever heard China call him by his name. He thrusts his clothed cock up hard into the smaller man’s cunt. They both groan from the overwhelming pressure.
“Your name? S-so what. What does it mean to you…” China is so frustrated. Russia avoids giving in to his demands. He just wants his pants off to feel him better! Why’s he being so fucking difficult!? “It’s just a name! Russia, take them off!” He almost cries from how pathetic he begs for it, but he’s never felt someone like this in many, many years. He’s absolutely valid for reacting this way due to how disobedient Russia is being right now.
Russia still doesn’t listen, in his own world of pleasure. His bulge is so big! Everything about this man is insanely big for no god damn reason! It keeps slamming against the spot where China needs it. He wonders if it will even fit…
“Mn! Hah! Ah, Ah! Ivan! Ivan!~ Hurry please!” He doesn’t want to cum yet! He isn’t a youthful country anymore. If he were to release now, it would take a longer proximity of time for his refractory period to end, but maybe with Russia, it could recover in a matter of seconds.
“Right, sorry.” Russia breathes heavily, his eyes travel up China. He takes a notice to the man’s swollen chest. Intrusive thoughts kick in, and unconsciously slides both of his large hands up in attempt to cup his breasts, but China immediately smacks them both away.
“Don’t touch! Don’t even think about touching me there if you won’t listen.” China grunts from another roll of their hips in sync.
“I got sidetracked! Yao, you’re so beautiful, so handsome.” Russia lifts China off his lap and goes in for a passionate kiss. It felt less heated and more loving. Both of his arms wrapped around the older man’s body, trapping him. Their lips slot so perfectly together, melting against each other with no possible room left for air.
China is progressively going more insane with how Russia is calling him by his human now. He wonders if that’s why the other made it a big deal, it feels so much deeper and intimate. It sounds so foreign on his lips, and China wants nothing more than to ruin him.
He looses his trace of thought when he feels the other stand up from the couch, and work his way back into China’s room. The lack of light makes the mood more intensive. It’s still the middle of the night where the population is mostly asleep. It feels so naughty, being up this late for purposes other than snacking.
Russia lays China onto the silky sheets, and they resume their zealous grinding against each other. This time, it felt different.
Like skin against skin.
China makes a sound of surprise when he realizes that Russia’s pants and underwear are off! The rubbing is much more aggressive now that there’s no barrier between them now. To be honest, China has been trying to take control of his own thrusts, but has been overpowered by those huge hands that have been glued to his hips. Russia has been doing all the work without him realizing!
Now, with his bare cock free, the pleasure has increased as he can now feel all of him against his clitoris. China wails in ecstasy from how amazing his huge intruder is doing, “Good boy! Oh! You’re so good!” A fucking enormous of a dick! China can definitely sense an orgasm incoming, visioning how impossible it would be if Russia were to ram it inside of him right now.
“Yao, Yao don’t stop,” Russia shuddered. He releases the man’s hips and cradles China’s face, whipping the tears that dare to fall. The scene is so tender, so sweet. One hand slowly glides itself down the smaller man’s neck, collarbone, and temporarily stops before the small but sensitive breast. He looks up at China for permission to touch, and the other nods with uncertainty. The hand left on his face travels along with the other, not touching yet but hovering over his chest. He also looks nervous, like he’ll get burnt from the slightest touch.
China should have kicked him out for disturbing his slumber, but he’s glad he gave the man above him a chance. His body quivers from waiting for Russia to continue his humping and to hurry up and touch him already! He’s so close to releasing, but it’s not time yet. He grabs the man’s wrists with each of his hands and guides him closer to his destination. A muffled moan from the older man when their skin met.
There isn’t much to grab onto, China thought. But if it makes him satisfied, he’ll go along with it. He isn’t really doing anything, his hands aren’t moving. But it does feel nice. His touch is cool, so maybe all his chest needed was something soothing and cold.
“Ivan, touch me.” He whispers, staring directly into Russia’s eyes with need. It’s bad enough that he has to say it, but apparently Russia is inexperienced, so he has to unfortunately spell it out for him. Though, he was doing fine earlier when grinding their privates together.
“I am touching you…” The taller mumbles shyly. He’s really nervous and doesn’t want to inflict any pain on the other. He’s so painfully hard though. His cock rests so solid and erect on China’s hot and welcoming pussy. The urge to just thrust in one go inside of him is so irresistible. “Will it hurt you if I do more? You look quite unsure yourself.”
China wasn’t aware that his expression was making Russia anxious. He fixed his face and wrapped his arms around his neck to bring him in for another kiss on the lips. He tried to make sure it gave him a sense of trust, but his heart is racing uncontrollably fast, “Ah, no it won’t. I’ll tell you if it does, don’t worry.” Another peck to the side of Russia’s mouth, “Here, I’ll guide you,” China says with more confidence. He should be teaching Russia, demanding so much from him probably made him scared to perform poorly.
It’s not like he could if he wanted to. No matter how bad Russia could be in bed, it sure was doing a lot to China.
“Okay!” The big man’s smile reappears on his face with excitement. He’s like a puppy, how cute. China smiles back and puts his hands over Russia’s. Alright here goes nothing. He motions both of their hands to message his breasts, and god! it felt so good that he couldn’t stop groaning in the man’s ear for more. He really needed this. Maybe in the future he should have Russia come over and message his whole body, it would certainly solve his back problems.
“Feels good?” Russia asks. The man below him nods and rubs himself more against his hard cock. “So good, you’re doing amazing-uuhhh! Don’t stop!” He stops guiding the other’s hands and travels down to his cunt.
He needed to cum so bad, he’s been edging himself for Russia. He wants him inside, so desperately buried in him, but he needs to be patient for the other. China rubs his clit with one hand and grabs Russia’s dick, which he can’t even wrap his whole hand around. He intends to jerk them both off at the same time to get their first orgasm over with. Hopefully then they can go at it again for Russia to finally be embedded inside of the brunette.
“Yao!” Russia hisses, and he squeezes the man’s breasts under his palms as a warning. China moans loudly from the act. The overwhelming pleasure mixed with a tinge of soreness causes him to bite at the bigger man’s shoulder.
“Ah, Yao~” The man grumbles in pain. “Please wait, Yao. I don’t want to finish yet.” He pleads, but thrusts into the smaller man’s hands. He’s really pathetic like this. Begging to not cum? Does he like being edged? His body says otherwise. “Okay, sure, i’ll just do myself.” China smirks and gasps as he swirls his slender fingers around his clit. Russia whines into his ears from the loss of the other man’s hand, “Yao, no. Don’t cum either.” He wants them to finish together. One of his hands immediately grab China’s wrists and pins them above his head.
“Hey! Just because you have some weird ah! fixation on being left on the edge, doesn’t mean you should apply it to me! Naughty!” China scolds. Without realizing, his parental/older sibling instincts kicked in. Russia giggles in his ear and kisses it apologetically, “Sorry Yao, I don’t want you to cum all by yourself, without me.”
China puffs and averts his eyes away from the other, “Well then, I guess we should uhm… get moving?” How else does he say it? He isn’t as blunt as the other man so expressing what he really wants is more difficult. It’s too embarrassing how eager he’s being.
“Y-you mean I should!-“ Russia cuts himself off and goes red in the face, understanding the meaning behind his Yao’s words. “Yes, yes I do mean it. We haven’t been paying attention to your little cock down here, have we?” China coos. Yes, He thinks, control is all mine again. His knee presses against the said hard cock, applying little pressure, “I really wanna play with it, Ivan. Don’t you want to play with me too?” He loves the experience advantage he has on him. He’ll take good care of Russia with his sex knowledge.
The bigger man whimpers at China’s dirty words if the knee pressing his crotch wasn’t enough. He never thought in a million years he would be in this position. He almost wants to cry from how long he’s gone without this in his immortal life. Russia snuggles closer under China’s chin and nuzzles his nose to his neck to breathe in that comforting body scent, “Da, I will try my best for Yao-Yao.”
China almost squeals in adoration for the younger man. How sweet he is despite his formidable body. He grabs Russia’s face and kisses his forming tears away, “Aw, don’t worry Ivan. I’ll still be assisting you.” China brushes the blondes fluffy hair back to peck his forehead, “I promise, okay?”
Russia has never been showered in so much affection from the other! He kisses China on the lips one last time before nodding, “Okay! I’ll take good care of you.” He sits up between the man’s legs and examines the flower before him. This is it, today is the day he becomes a changed man forever. He brings two thick fingers to feel the slick pussy, and he hears the older man’s breath hitch from it.
That must mean it’s good right? Russia thinks as he remembers where China had previously touched himself, and started rubbing the spot with the same fingers.
The smaller man throws his head back from slightest touch of the other. He was a little irritated because he didn’t want to spend time at that spot, but yet again he did say he would help him. He sighed loudly on purpose, and maybe it came off as a bit too rude, but, China feels like making Russia figure it out himself.
Russia flinches at the bored tone in his breathy sigh, his mind and heart panics at the sound, “Yao? Am I doing it right?” His voice comes out shaky. Should he apply more pressure? Was it the right area? He looks down, unable to handle the beautiful man’s piercing gaze. “No.” China yawns and puts a dissatisfied face on, “Try again.” Internally, he was so damn close to combustion.
So he was into orgasm control. Maybe he’s the weird one.
The Russian man looks down there puzzled. He doesn’t want to spread the pretty folds, assuming people probably don’t do that during sex. Sex, Russia thought. He needs to grow up and use his words if he’s lost. China did say he would help, so why wasn’t he? “Yao… You said you’d help me…” The man looked like he was going to burst into tears from how hopeless he feels.
“I did say that. What, you can’t even do the simplest part?” China mocks. He can only imagine how frustrated Russia is, trying to hold in a snicker. The blonde shakes his head, still holding it low, ashamed. He was really going to make a fool out of himself tonight. The shorter makes a disappointed sound, “Ivan, are you sure you want to do this? You don’t seem ready.” He crosses his arms, waiting for a response.
“I do want to do this! I’m really eager, can’t you see? All I ask is for help. Why are you being so cruel to me?” Russia blurts with aggravation. He doesn’t mean to be angry, especially with Yao, who is being generous and patient, but he cannot think straight and refuses to not take up the opportunity. “Where’s the light? I need to see you,” He asks as if he figured out a solution.
China grunts and leaves Russia’s side to turn on the lamp next to the bed, “That’s been your problem the whole time? You needed light? Are you ready now?” He loves how annoyed Russia looks, but watches how his face switches into awe at the sight of the older man at his most vulnerable state. He turns away and exhales. Russia is right, he is being cruel, and he’s probably ruining the first time experience for him.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m probably stressing you out right now. I mean it now, I’ll guide you, aru.” China crawls back towards the larger man who follows his every movement. Russia gulps and takes the others’ hands in his, “It’s okay, Yao-Yao. I want to learn how to please you in the best way possible. Trust me, in the end I won’t need your help and i’ll repay you for your guidance.” He brings China’s knuckles to his lips and smooches each at a time, causing the other man’s heart to flutter.
“Alright! We’re in this together then.” He quickly wraps his arms around the Russian’s scarfed neck and adjusts them back to their previous position, their lips connect again.
China grabs one of Russia’s fingers and guides it down to his overly drenched pussy, “H-here. You put it in here. I’ll help with the first one.” Russia stares intensively at their joined hands, his finger being gently pushed inside of China’s hole. It’s so warm! He jumps at the sudden shriek from the man below him. “Ah! Ivan, your finger is so big!” His grip loosens from the larger hand, and tightens again to shove more of it deeper into him.
Russia watches as his finger is fully snuggled inside of his lover, his cock aches to feel the same. He observes how his Yao’s mouth falls agape just from one. If he could paint this scene at this right second, or take a picture with a camera, he would. The lighting makes China appear more ravishing, with his dark brunette hair that spills on the white sheets like ink, pieces stuck to his perspiring skin, sun-kissed tan, and the many bold birthmarks across his neck, collarbone, and chest. Russia could connect them like star constellations.
Feeling him so close made him pull his finger out, the tip still inside, and thrusts back in harshly. He does this many times as China chokes on his words trying to speak, “R-ru-ahh, ah! mph! I-Ivan! s-slo-hah! Ah!” The lewd noises coming from his mouth mixed with every time his slick finger meets the wet warmth of the man’s cunt, it goes straight to Russia’s painfully hard cock. He leans down to capture his lover in another eager kiss, his tongue intruding through the older man’s lips.
China moans into his devouring mouth, “Mmnn! Mnh! Mnh!” Fighting for air and dominance. It wasn’t supposed to go this way! He’s worked Russia up to be too confident, and now he wants to take lead. He’ll need me later.
“Should I add another one?”
Oh god
The older man gasping heavily looks at the younger with desperation and nods frantically. If one finger is too much, what the hell was a second one going to do!? Imagine the fucking horse between his legs! He reaches down again to help Russia with his other finger, but before he could, the man rammed it inside already.
Pain. All China felt was pain. His stupid huge lover is doing it too rough, he thought. He screamed and clawed onto the Russian’s free arm. “Ow! Fuck- gentle, slower!” He drew a little slit of blood on the pale skin. Russia groans in agony, or arousal? China really couldn’t tell anymore, his hearing is interrupted with constant ringing. He feels so gross with the sweat that coats his skin. It shouldn’t be there, he should be sleeping. His voice is becoming more hoarse from repetitive grunts and moaning. The aggression in the man’s actions shouldn’t be turning him on so much, but it is.
All of this is so thrilling to them both, like they’re two youths being sneaky and quiet for the rest of the world to sleep. It is quite frankly the opposite, they’re being incredibly loud, but the house stands isolated within the high mountains. China wishes he had stayed a virgin like Russia, jealousy seeps in when he thinks about how exhilarating it must be for the larger nation.
“Mhn! Ivan, add a third and we’ll move on!” The older country cringes at his voice cracks while instructing. His eyes shoot wide open when Russia attempts to force the immeasurable index finger through his hole, “No, no! You can’t just easily slip in like that, you careless fat man!” He instinctively backs away in fear. Is he trying to kill me?
“Yao-Yao, you need to tell me if i’m doing something wrong before I actually do it.” Russia shakes his head in disappointment, “And stop using those hurtful words on me, you’re making Ivan sad…” He makes a fake sniffling sound, but it’s so darn cute, and one thing about the older man is that he loves cute things!
China glares at him with seething rage, “You!-” He inhales and exhales to find his peace and tranquility, “You’re right. Ivan, i’ll help you again, and if you need me to later, I will.” He uncomfortably shifts closer again, the pair of fingers inside of him make a squelching sound from how wet he is. A long and low moan drags in his sealed mouth as he brings the third finger to slowly insert itself inside.
“Gah! ssss! Ugh, uhuhhh!” Very abnormal sounds come out of China, trying to stabilize himself from not passing out. He’s embarrassed of the reactions he vocally produces, only because many of his past lovers had teased him for it. But he was sure that Russia wasn’t like the rest of them. In fact, no one could act or say the uncanny things that Russia does.
“It’s close, just a bit deeper, Da?” The larger man encourages with sparkles in his eyes of fascination for how well he’s doing. “Yes, yes!” China screeches as he feels another heat wave pass through him, and it longs to come out of him.
He doesn’t want to cum yet! Russia told him not to, and it wouldn’t be fair towards the younger.
The third finger has been fully submerged in his dripping, sensitive pussy. China’s head completely goes backwards, screaming almost to his fullest, legs quivering and his back straightens. Russia watches the commotion from the smaller nation with pride, “Oh Yao, I’m doing it! I’m making you feel good- “Shush! Give me a-ah! second!” China grips onto short blonde locks and pulls the man’s head closer to his chest.
Russia then decides to make a trail of comforting kisses onto his breasts, slowly and passionately working his way up to his delectable neck, “Mmn, I can’t wait to be inside of you, my sweet Yao,” He brushes his lips on China’s ear and nips at his helix. China almost came from imagining it, feeling a little too tempted to just forget the prep and sink himself onto his heavenly pillar.
The Russian’s fingers begin to move in a back in forth motion again, this time his form is much better. “Ahh!~ Haa, aru!” China sobs, every fiber in his being trying to resist a desperate orgasm, “Y-your cock? Ughh! I-it’s too b-big.”
“But just a second ago you called it little. Seems to me that you’re the little one here, hm?” His fingers repeatedly thrust too harsh inside him, “You’re slipping, what does your ego say now, Yaochka?~” His eyes avert down at the saturated mess between them, “Maybe you’re trying to run away from me again. I’m not done playing with you…” Russia grips onto China’s ankle with one hand and removes his fingers from the gaping hole.
China yelps at the rough removal and whimpers when he clenches onto air. It feels cold down there, but are we going all the way now? “Ivan, I’m not running from you anymore. I want this too, aru. I’m just worried now.” He peers down, referring to Russia’s angry cock. The older clenches again on instinct.
The younger nation follows his gaze and blushes from realization, “I promise my intentions aren’t to hurt you Yao, I made that very clear from the beginning,” He rubs the tip against China’s entrance, sandwiching his length between the slippery folds, “You said you’d guide me, and I don’t like thinking about it but your experience will make this much safer, Da?” He threads his fingers that are still coated in his lover’s vaginal fluids onto China’s smaller hand, giving a subtle squeeze.
It’s hard to believe it’s really him out of all people that settles between his legs. The sudden urge to rip that annoying scarf off and taint his fair pale skin with temporary love marks. This overwhelming desire and affection he had grown for this man in such a short time, was too much for China. He nods once more with hot tears falling down his cheeks, “Yes, I’m more than honored to have your trust in my hands, aru.”
They can’t get enough of each other, Russia leans down to meet the Chinese’s lips. Learns quick, China thinks. It seems that the mood has become more tender and deeper than he had expected, but he couldn’t complain one bit. His teeth latch onto the larger’s bottom lip and tugs so gently. He feels Russia’s free hand slide up and down his body, each time it meets his chest, he gives a silly squeeze. Ridiculously enough, it’s helping him with all the pent up anxiety.
China giggles in between words, “Okay, okay. Does this position work the best for you?” His heart beats rapidly with the urge to give this adorable bear on top of him the best sex of his life.
Russia stares at his lover all dewy and lovingly, “Whatever you want.” He whispers softly, eyes never dare to depart from the other.
“Oh whatever I want, huh?” The older man sits up and slowly pushes Russia against the bed frame, settling on top of him and straddling his hips, his hands roam around the man’s hairy chest and pinching some of the hairs off, “Should we do it like this? It’ll be easier for both of us to see.” China smirks at the man’s throat that makes a gulping sound. Russia simply doesn’t know what to do when he becomes assertive like this.
He makes a noise is agreement, hands rest on China’s waist, gripping a little too hard with his sweaty palms. The Chinese shakily sighs and holds onto Russia with one hand on the shoulder, the other reaches down to position the daunting cock along with his sensitive pussy, “Do you want to do the favor of holding it for me while I go down?” Looking at it too much makes China want to throw up. He’s never taken a size like this, and never planned to until today.
“Da, I can.” Russia happily holds his length straight, patiently waiting for it to disappear into the wet heat above it. “Mn, good boy.” China kisses the side of his lover’s head, and quickly takes the opportunity to throw his heavy scarf off to properly wrap his arms around his neck, along with a tiny protest from the larger man.
One long inhale, an exhale, and repeat.
He slowly sinks down onto the thick tip. The stretch was unimaginable, and a loud gasp rips out of China, his jaw feels like it’s about to fall off his face. A large hand lands on his lower back to support him and hold him closer. “Cào! Ahn!” He curses in mandarin. It’s too much for his poor, under-penetrated entrance! “Sss! Oh! Ivan!” His voice is strained, and his knees wobble uncontrollably.
Russia isn’t much help, he also moans deeply at the tight walls squeezing his tip, his head tucked under the smaller nations chin, “Yao-Yao, ah, go deeper please, mn.”
The audacity of him! China glares and grabs a fist full of hair to force him to look up, “G-go deeper!? You brat! Stupid head with a stupid cock, i’m trying- ahh!!” He accidentally slips down an inch further, groaning in pain and slight pleasure.
“Sorry, I mean- don’t force yourself too much, we don’t want my sweet Yao breaking so quickly?” A crazed look snaps over the larger nation’s face expression, like he’s so close to shoving him all the way down in one go.
This reminds China that Russia is still Russia. He should still be more cautious when speaking so haughty to him, because he knows what this big country is capable of. He knows why many fear him, including himself. Although, his insanity drives China closer to unleashing his own inner, erratic impulses.
He really isn’t any better than Russia, he’s just better at hiding himself. China slides down an inch or two again, trying to scream, but nothing comes out for a while. He can’t breathe, but it’s incredibly addictive, like an itch that has never been scratched before. He seeks more of it, more of Russia.
“Hughh’n!! Hah! Oh god, oh g-god!” Save me! The pain travels up his back, his body tremors due to many factors. He grinds further down, and the more he’s filled, the more it feels bad and good, no room for an in-between.
Russia begins to message his back to work out all of the kinks, “You’re incredible, Yaochka~” He pants erotically in his small lover’s ear and rubs his disgusting sweaty hair on China’s shoulder, “Almost there if you really—ah—think about it, mn?”
China looks down to see where they meet, and more specifically, how much more he has to endure.
“…”
Okay, maybe if he looks at a different angle, he’s sort of half way…
Barely! He already feels stuffed to the brim, and there’s more!? China groans in exhaustion, he didn’t want to have to do this but, “Ivan, do you—ah—think you could uh… take over?”
Many would think he has lost his own rational mind, his first mistake being to allow the inexperienced giant to do the rest, but he’s already made greater mistakes in his past, what’s one more?
Russia jumps at the mention of control, accidentally bumping more inside of China, making them both erupt into another loud moan in sync. He makes a simple, determined “Mn”, and immediately grips both sides of China’s waist, hauling him up a bit, “You’re gambling with your life on this decision, my sweet Yaochka, but i’ve already promised you i’ll do my best. Are you ready?” His pupils contract, revealing more of his beautiful lilac orbs. Creepy, but handsome.
China nods and quickly braces for impact, he knows every promise Russia makes is simply going to leave his mind in the next minute, “Be gentle,” Is all he asks for before he lends all authoritative power to the one man he shouldn’t. Suddenly, his whole body is being embraced by the larger nation. He almost dropped his guard from the innocent act, but was completely fooled when he was forced almost all the way down the unforgiving length.
China was barely audible at that point, but it couldn’t prevent the horrified scream that rumbled from his sore throat, “Ohh!! Ow! Oww!” He bites down onto the pale neck and cries out in agony. What did he expect again? For Russia to be lenient and gentle as he says? Screw him! He can’t get any words out as the cruel man slowly moves China up and down his cock with ease, not completely all the way down, which he was grateful for because he can already feel the huge dick in his guts.
“You’re getting so close to the end, Yao,” Russia chuckles so childishly and hugs his small lover tightly, unaware of how he’s near to snapping him in half, “Yao? Speak to me.” He demands, roughly pulling onto China’s hair to face him directly, “There you are. Oh, you’re so beautiful, so, so strong.” He stares deadly at the Chinese, observing his face, tear-stained with red puffy eyes, and drool seeping from the corner of his lips.
“Ivan!… Please be gentle. Be nice, please!” China whispers while kissing along the chubby man’s undefined jaw, “You can be good, right?” It’s like trying to tame a wild animal! He can’t help his body slowly adapting to the pain, pleasure taking over as he grinds on Russia’s cock. It’ll only be temporary until his inexperienced lover figures he should start thrusting faster.
Russia moans and whimpers beautifully, his rough hands tighten around China and flips them back to their initial position, crushing the smaller man under his weight, and rutting into his small hole with watery eyes. Great, are they both crying now? China doesn’t even understand why he’s getting emotional.
Suddenly, a hard thrust into the ancient nation causes them both to wail and groan, “Ahh!! Aiyah, Ivan! Why don’t you listen to me, aru! Let me breathe!” China gasps repeatedly.
Russia heaves and pauses his motions to reposition himself off of China and places both arms on each side of his head, brushing away his long hairs that he could accidentally pull on, “S-sorry my sweet,” He leans down to apologetically kiss against the others’ lips, “sweet,” another to each eyelid, “sweet Yao-Yao,” and his forehead, “You don’t understand how wonderful you feel, I can’t resist it.” His hand reaches down to palm at China’s tummy, “Oh! You can feel me right here? Touch!”
China makes a questioning noise, startled at his hand being guided at his stomach as well, feeling his own skin. What the- He lifts his head up and almost faints back down at the sight.
There’s a fucking bulge in my stomach.
“Oh my god, Ivan you…” At a loss of words, he doesn’t really know what to say. He also notices Russia’s full cock was officially deep inside of him now. Something stirs in him, it doesn’t seem right, but it feels right. His tummy is full, and his memory trails back to the television show Taiwan recommended to him. A couple episodes earlier, the main character was still heavily pregnant, her belly round and supported by her lover.
His mind now jumps to the memories of him taking care of his baby siblings, his maternal instincts always kicking in when he see’s them every once in a while. He misses that feeling dearly, not being alone every night, tucking in something the size of a kitty chan plush into their crib, he can still perfectly replicate the rocking motion that instantly sent them to sleep.
China wonders, what would happen if the Russian were to breed him right here, right now. Oh god, I’m getting close again. He clenches tightly at the thought. The brunette stares at the blonde, awfully a little too focused on his belly as well.
“Ivan?” He softly calls out. It instantly grabs the blonde’s attention, “Yao?” They maintain eye contact, like they’re communicating through their minds. The already erect cock inside China stiffens even more than before, he softly gasps. It may have clicked between them, Russia must be feeling it too.
The younger nation tenderly pushes the older against the sheets again, a different type of glimmer in his eyes. Their lips meet again, tongues exploring deeply into their cheeks, softer thrusts between them, and passionate moans pass through each other. It’s fascinating how long they’ve managed to hold onto their orgasms.
Russia begins to rut faster into China, desperately, “Yao, you must be—mnh— really lonely here, right?” He strokes his lover’s cheek, brushing his fly-aways out of his face, “What if—hah—I give you something to look after, for when I must depart.” His upturned lips widen adoringly.
So he does understand, China sighs in relief. A moan surges through him at another huge thrust, he decides to play along, staring at the other with an innocent, confused look, “Ngh, and—huuh—what would you possibly, ah, give me?” His legs lock around the bigger man’s waist, his feet feel around the stretch marks, and Russia erupts into another soft moan,
“Maybe, maybe I should give you my seed.” He pants heavily on China’s face, the older nation can tell he had been drinking vodka before he came here.
Ah, he said it! The smaller man’s eyes widen, his pupils dilate with a new found affection for the man above him, “Your seed?” He snickers at Russia’s dirty talk, “Ah, what type of seed do you intend to give me? My gardens are—mnh!—all full with varieties of flowers, plants—ngh—vegetables,” He pauses to catch his breath, Russias intense gaze never leaves his face, his ramming motions grow faster. “W-where would I—ah!—plant this seed?” China finally manages to get out.
“Your womb,” Russia bluntly responds, “You won’t need to plant it, my seed comes from inside me, and embedded into you.” He growls and starts pounding deeper into his Yao, “All you need to do is grow it.”
China mewls in overstimulation, his pussy can’t take it anymore, he can’t take it anymore! It hurts so much from how long he’s been holding back his climax. Plus, he hasn’t done something like this in forever, and he was getting tired very quick. It doesn’t help how threatening Russia’s words sound, a serious tone that promises to impregnate him, which does sound hot, but isn’t possible as a country.
But what’s stopping him from dreaming?
“Yes! yes! Ivan, would you really do it? You’d plant your little seed in me?” China lifts his hips to meet with the heated length each time. The concept of having Russia’s child, it sounded like the last thing he wanted before today. Now, he wonders who they’d resemble more.
Russia chuckles and nuzzles his face on the smaller man’s chest, his nose brushes against his breast. The tickling sensation makes China laugh as well. The blonde smiles while the sneaky hands grab onto his bosom, trapping his erect nipples between the thick fingers, “Little seed? I was thinking maybe planting a whole tree in you,” His skillful hands message the swollen breasts more confidently this time, and his tongue teases the little bud between his fingers, “May I?”
China didn’t know what he was referring to, but hummed in permitting the other. He was lost in his fantasies of having a family with Russia.
He feels a mouth suckle onto his nipple and he moans erotically in a strangely relieved way. The ancient nation grips onto the blonde locks again, and encourages more from him, “Oh my! Ahh! Keep g-going, your mouth feels so good,” His strained moans eventually turned into exhausted whimpers.
Russia sucks harder onto the breast, and his thrusts finally synchronize with the elder, their rhythm begins to shake the bed more aggressively, and the bed frame has slammed against the wall countless times, but neither of them pay mind to the commotion they’re making around them.
China tries to stroke the Russian’s cock through the print it makes in his stomach, making the younger growl, the vibrations sending the smaller nation closer to the climax he’s been controlling for the past hour or more.
With Russia’s other hand, he pinches the sensitive bud between his pointer and thumb, eliciting a sharp gasp from his tiny lover. He squeezes harder onto the breast his mouth is latched on, and unexpectedly, a liquid substance emits out of the nipple.
Wait, milk? Russia tastes the liquid on his tongue and detaches to verify if it’s really what he thinks it is, and it is in fact, milk. China breathlessly squeals in solace, his body quivers from his sudden reaction to the hungry mouth, “Aiyah!!”
“Y-Yao,” Russia stares in disbelief, leftover milk on the corner of his mouth, dripping under his chin onto China’s skin, “how are you producing milk…” He’s never heard of this! Who knew that his lover was full of so much surprises, feeding his already greedy, chubby body with the white-transparent fluid.
“Huh? No, that can’t be right, aru…” China lifts his head with fear, “I never, I n-never…” Panic sets in for the smaller nation. His finger collects some of the substance, and he examines it closely. It cannot be mistaken for anything else, it truly is milk!
“Hm? What’s the issue? The taste is quite filling to me. But regular people cannot just magically make milk during-“ Russia cuts himself off at the sniffle from the older man’s nose, “Oh Yao, what’s wrong?” He coos and rubs his hand up and down China’s shaky thigh, trying to calm down the mortified expression painted on the ancient being.
A bulb lights up in his head, he realizes that people do in fact, not magically produce milk during sex, and he’s seen pregnant people, and their babies months later. He wouldn’t call it public indecency at all, but he’s observed mother’s feeding their newborns under a cloth. A concern rises over his mind, does Yao have a baby?
Jealousy flares through his body, he gives China one last rigorous thrust before he speaks, a shriek arising from the smaller man, “Yao, speak to me. What are you hiding.” A deep and ominous voice that Russia uses against those who don’t comply to his wishes.
China shivers, not from apprehension, but because it gives his body the opposite effect that the other tries to give, terrible timing due to his own questioning towards himself, I wish I could answer, but I’m just as lost as you are right now.
Although, China doesn’t appreciate the tone for how Russia uses it, “What are you implying? You aren’t entitled to know my private matters to begin with. And, i’m not sure what’s happening either, as i’m not with child!”
“I’m not entitled? You say this as if i’m not inside of you, Yao.” Russia begins to move his hips backwards, slowly inching out of the elder, but finds himself stuck at a point due to China’s muscular legs locking him in place. “Agh, let me find out if you have let someone else plant their dirty seed in you, see what happens,” He curses with seething anger.
The Chinese man stuffs in a nervous laugh, “Baobei, I’m being very serious with you, I wouldn’t dare let anyone enter me that easily.” Which isn’t entirely true, he has let many people in, including the intruder himself, but that doesn’t matter, it was the past.
Russia melts at the pet name. He pouts and looks away, a deep pink painting his face all over, and the elder could almost die of cuteness aggression.
“Okay… I believe you,” The younger nods and sinks back into the heat between his lovers legs, “But that doesn’t explain why—ngh—you have milk in you, ah.” He doesn’t know why he drags on his worrying. As long as he’s inside his heaven, he can’t complain.
“Hmn!! I don’t know, I don’t know, just cum in me, Ivan!” China urgently cries out. It’s too much work, waiting this long. His Russian lover responds quickly, “Yao, oh Yao-Yao i’m so lucky to have you, you’re so precious to me.” He ploddingly breathes, whining lustfully in China’s ear while ejecting his cock with all the energy he can muster up, signaling that he’s close. He silences himself with suckling more onto his Yao’s fresh milk, taking turns with each breast, in the process of milking him empty.
The little Chinese moans hoarsely at every time their hips collide with harsh impact. He’s never been told those words in bed, not once, and never expected to hear it in his long and immortal lifespan. He had silently judged Russia for being so careless and incapable of experiencing real feelings for so long. He should’ve never assumed so negatively of the other, kissing the blonde hair tickling his jaw.
“Ivan, *sniff* I love you…” China confesses, on his last breath before he instantly squirts around the pulsating, heavy cock rooted inside of him. So much comes out, he feels like his soul has turned into fluid and will soon also shoot out of him, “Aahhnnnn!!”
Russia shudders against the sensitive nipple on his tongue, he hasn’t came yet. The wet sensation around his dick makes him moan from how hyperstimulated it is. He chases a few more intense thrusts, slamming against his lover’s pussy in a satisfying rhythm at an angle that pushes him closer to his climax.
And one singular clench from China sends him off the edge, coming into the deepest parts of the tiny Chinese man. Russia presses their sweaty foreheads together, moaning boisterously, and sweetly in each other’s mouths, China’s arms wrapped around his neck. The larger nation pushes his cock further inside his hole to “plant the seed” better.
“Aaiyaaa!!! So full, so full, aru…” The elder’s voiced began pitched, then slowly into a low dazed tone. His arms detach from around the neck and onto the bed. He feels like a doormat, meant to lay flat on the harsh cold floor. The idea doesn’t sound so bad to him at this moment. China’s eyes avert to the pudgy man on top of him, and he seems lost in thought.
May the impossible become a reality, for Russia is sure that there is no doubt China will be pregnant after this. At least that’s what he thinks. He gently pulls out, and admires his Yao’s fluids that coats his cock like a shiny pearl, but most importantly, the abused flower that leaks his nectar so beautifully.
A sense of pride overcomes the Russian. He lost his virginity to the most beautiful man that has blessed him with this opportunity, and he strives to seek more than sexual pleasure from the ancient nation.
His body feels like jelly too, he collapses onto the side, next to his debilitated lover. Russia huddles closer to wrap his arm around China’s hand-marked waist. He must’ve gripped too hard. His thumb caresses the tan skin where his hand prints are still visible, his eyes roam around the nude body, lies the evidence that he was able to feel love, and give it too.
He notices China’s breathing has softened, a beating rate he hadn’t felt the whole time from the other during their passionate sex. His eyes were peacefully closed, but he wasn’t entirely asleep. Russia, now more relaxed, can see the tiniest details of his god-sculpted face, despite the fact that he does not believe in a god in particular, but the physical image of heaven lies next to him.
His lips tug upwards affectionately and moves his hand towards his stomach, now flat and cold. Russia’s smile falls in disappointment, the bump no longer there. It saddens him that they weren’t born mortal human beings where reproduction is easier, their chances as nations will always be under zero.
China stirs and his nose inhales softly. His eyes peer open and squint at his giant lover. He flips onto his tummy to get into a more comfortable position, his hair falls over his flushed face as his head rests onto the plush pillow. He clears his throat before speaking, “Ivan, when do you leave?” He weakly asks. He really doesn’t want Russia to leave, ever. But their freedom is limited, every nation is aware of the fact.
The younger man takes in the handsome beauty before him, and answers, “I thought you said I am excused later today. Do you happen to change your mind?” His light lashes flutter as he smirks coyly. His chubby face goes wide from the expression, and China just wants to eat him like a dumpling.
“Did I? Hm… I guess you’re off to explore more after this, aru.” The Chinese man sighs purposefully to provoke the other. And it seems to be working, the man’s brows furrow and he puffs his cheeks, “Why would I explore? Did you even take my confession seriously before we got in all of this?”
He pauses to inhale, then exhales, “I love you, Yao.” His cheeks flare at the silence from the other man, so he continues, “I don’t want this to be just one night, where we’re just simply acquaintances the next time we see each other. I meant every word to you in the other room, as well as in here.” He copies China’s lying position, his chin resting onto the pillow.
China stares into his lilac eyes, his own amber letting his lover finish his words. He giggles with his hand covering his mouth, “Didn’t you hear me earlier? I said I love you too, Ivan.” His voice soft spoken and raspy.
He reaches his hand into Russia’s blonde hair, and gently scratches his scalp, “You must be exhausted from today, stay longer, stay as long as you can.” China’s thumb rubs against his chubby cheek, and he wishes he had the energy to kiss it, “We can bathe after we sleep, and I’ll cook us up something, how does that sound?”
Russia sniffles and nuzzles into China’s chest, how could he deserve someone as brilliant as his Yao? His large arms slowly latch around the elder’s waist, “Da, I’ll keep you warm… I’ll wash…your hair,” His eyes fight to stay open, “mmn… yes let’s sleep…” He almost gives up until he remembers, “Yao?… How do they feel now, are they still hurting?”
China hums and reaches past Russia to wrap his warm blanket on them both, diligently tucking in the larger man closer to his body, “Mm-mm, just sore, I think you got all my milk,” He whispers and chuckles. Russia sulks, “What a shame…” Unable to finish his sentence, a light snore takes over, and he’s finally asleep.
China is soon to fall into slumber as well, but before that, he loops his arms around Russia’s head, and he suddenly forgets about the fallen relationships he has with his siblings. Holding something so big in his arms feels much better, he thinks. His mind shuts, the sky outside lightens to a shade of deep indigo, the sun is soon to rise.
And they sleep soundly.
fin