Literature
This Isn't What I Meant
"Uh uh I-Ivan don't stop "
Russia licked and sucked onto America's pulsing neck, hands already slipped under the younger nation's boxers, stroking and squeezing at his hips. Alfred had his hands wrapped around Ivan's chest, leaning his head back against the cold glass window behind him.
Alfred gasped as Ivan bites lightly at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. The Russian chuckled against his reddened skin, moving his mouth up to kiss Alfred on the cheek.
"Are you liking that, алыш?"
Alfred turned his head to the side, nudging against the side of Ivan's head with his lips.
"Y-yeah."