Toleration [SovAme]

Smut

Look, this doesn't quite line up with the story, maybe, probably. Idk I wrote it before I finished the story and was horny and socially awkward in my GF's room what do you expect? Anyway's here's them boning.

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Soviet stayed close behind America as they bought their things. "I never thought you'd get so flustered dear~" America had been doing this the whole trip. Touching him all over, lifting his fingers into his shirt and flirting with him as they bought their things. It was turning Soviet on and that was the last thing he needed in the store.

However, America's tactics were surprisingly effective at relaxing him, he wasn't as uncomfortable as he could've been. "If I'd known you'd be this uncomfortable I'd have left you in the hotel room~" America hands snaked around Soviet's waist leaving sparks behind.

"W-well I didn't want to be alone in there." America took their bag and paid for it, pulling Soviet out with him, who was still very flustered.

"I can't believe how flustered you got. I mean we're just buying protection." Soviet flustered more and tried to hide behind America who kept walking next to him.

"Cutie. We're almost to the hotel." America smiled at Soviet who was still flustering hard. Every time he felt Americas hands on him little sparks seemed to go into him. Soviet was so into America, everything seemed to be hyperfocused on his boyfriend, well, actually, he didn't know if they were dating. But they'd kissed, they'd said they loved each other.

America let go of Soviets hand and unlocked the door. He smiled at him as they entered quietly. Tensions slowly got between them. Soviet blushed more at America as the door was closed.

"Uh, America?"

"Yeah?" America looked at Soviet's blushing face. Soviet fiddled with his fingers, looking at the floor

"Are you, um. What are we?"

"I'd say we're lovers. Boyfriend's if you're okay with that."

Soviet nodded, "yes. That's, that's wonderful."

"I'm glad darling. You seem really nervous, we don't need to if you don't want to." America gently lifted his hand to touch Soviets cheek.

"N-no. I want to." Soviet gently leaned his face into America's hand, they softly smiled at each other.

"Alright, if I go too far, just let me know." America smiled more at Soviet and gently moved his hand off his cheek, moving to the bed.

"I will." Soviet followed him and sat on the bed nervously, his fingers messing with his shirt nervously.

"You sure you're good? I mean, it's not the first time we've done this."

"I..." Soviet looked at the bed, flustering more. "I don't remember last time. And I wouldn't exactly say I'm proud of it."

"Hey, look at me." America sat in front of Soviet who kept looking at the side of the bed. "Please dear? Look at me." Slowly Slviets head moved towards America, "it was fine dear. I don't remember it too much either, but it's alright. This time it's going to be good." Soviet looked away from America.

"You really think so?"

"Yes dear." America gently put his hand on Soviets arm.

"Thanks."

"You still wish to do this?"

"Mhm."

America stood up and sat on Soviets lap, gently kissing his nose. Then his mouth, Soviet kissed back.

America put his arms around Soviet's waist, kissing and licking along his neck.

"Mhh~" America kissed Soviet more, slowly working his way down and pushing his hands up his shirt. America pulled away gently.