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“Hnngh! I-Ivan!.. oh FUCK!… oh god… umph..” Ivan’s hand clasps onto his mouth has he hastily jerks Alfred weeping red cock in his hand.
The blonde can feel the tensing sensation in his stomach, not willing to stop building up on itself. They are currently in a closet in the middle of the World Meetings hallway, it continuously surprises Alfred how they can even manage to fit inside this thing, knowing how tall and big they are…
Speaking of big, Alfred could feel Ivan’s lengthy erection pressing against his backside as he felt the Russian man’s warm breath rub on the side of his neck. This alone was enough to make Alfred’s breath hitch as he leaned back onto Ivan’s broad but firm chest, trembling softly. He genuinely felt like his legs were going to melt if he continued to be jacked off and forced to stand like this.
“Мой маленький подсолнух, you are very close, да?” He whispered into Alfred’s ear softly, slowly lowering his hand off the others mouth and onto the blondes throat.
“Oh… yesyesyes! Ivan holy fuck yes!” Nodding profusely as he begins to thrust into Ivan’s tightening hand, he feels like if he doesn’t cum now he will explode.
“Hold it.” The taller nation demands, gripping Alfred’s cock harder as he pulls the skin back more, his dick was already weeping so much precum, and so hard. He really couldn’t take it.
“Ivan!! Please! I c-can’t.. nnmph!!” He feels tears beginning to trickle down his cheek as his legs begin to tremble even more, he’s never wanted to cum so badly, he forces himself to slow down in order to not accidentally climax without permission. Though, that didn’t stop him from getting impatient.
“S-stupid commie… what are you even w-waiting for?..” Alfred huffs out, but before he can continue his rant of complaints, he feels Ivan’s hands gripping onto his hips as he presses his dick against the blondes backside.
“Do you want it Любовь моя?”
Balling up his hands against the closet door, Alfred huffs out and presses himself even more. Not explicitly stating an answer, but it was pretty obvious.
Hearing Ivan giggle behind him after he threw a fit wasn’t exactly that dignifying for Alfred, but he could care less right now, all he needed was the taller nation to ram his cock in him until he came out a nonsensical mess.
Feeling fingers brush against his bare ass, he wiggles away from it for a moment. “No prep. I want you, now.”
Hearing this, Ivan’s face brushes a soft pink, licking his lips as he lowers his erection to align with the smaller nations tiny pink hole.
“Ha—aa…” Alfred bits onto his lip, feeling the Russian stretch him out, raw, more and more. It was bordering on painful but at the same time, the American couldn’t get enough.
Bottoming out, Ivan leans his head into the crook of Alfred’s shoulder, one hand gripping the little nations slim but slightly chubby waist, and the other grabbing onto his hip.
“так узко…” With that, the Russian man began to thrust himself into the American, not necessarily caring about the loud noises or the pleas mixed with curses falling out of the others mouth.
“I wanna cum…please can I cum?… Ivan I need to cum…!” The tension in his stomach had increased tenfold, he feels tiny dribbles of semen slowly leaking its way out of his cock unwillingly, making him tear up even more.
Though, down the hallway, the meeting doors had opened up. Seemingly the group discussion was over. Unbeknownst to both Alfred and Ivan, they didn’t hear the voices down the hall that were slowly approaching them.
“Бля… I am going to pump my seed deep inside you…” The Russian mutters out in between his stifled moans and soft gasps. Pressing a hand onto the shorter nations crying erection once more, in an effort to finish him off.
“Oh, sweet mother of everything above… I’m gonna cum!...”
Squeezing his eyes shut, Alfred felt the tingling shocking sensation travel through from his balls all the way to the tips of his toes, letting out a scream as he felt himself cum in Ivan’s death grip, feeling the warm sensation in his insides grow.
Before Alfred could even navigate himself through own post-orgasmic haze, he was met with a wave of cold air, then a screech, forcing him to open his eyes to no other than his family, Arthur, Matthew, and Francis.
“Bloody HELL!!… wait a tik… ALFRED?!?”