a/n: inspired by iwriteruscan 😨
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"So I bought this thing of Amazon and it was absolutely useless," Canada explained to Russia as he placed a box in front of the both of them. He opened the lid and revealed a 5-inch dildo. "It was supposed to be 7 inches, but it was either false advertisement or I just got really unlucky."
Russia blushed heavily at how open Canada was about his... bedroom time. "W-Well... Just go buy another one, then?"
"I wasted all my money on this one!" Canada growled as he closed the lid of the box. "And I'm not gonna contact Amazon about a 5-inch dildo that's supposed to be 7. That's embarrassing."
Russia managed to stifle a laugh but turned to the Canadian, "And what do you want my to do with this information?"
Canada looked off to the right of the bedroom, where his closet was, "I heard that... you were good... in bed..."
Russia, who couldn't deny the fact, widened his eyes anyway. Where did he hear this from? From who did he hear it? Russia didn't fuck an assortment of people, so who could he possibly have heard it from?
"Is that an invitation?" The Russian smirked.
Canada turned his head back to the Russian and noticed his smug look. Canada didn't mention it, but he also heard that Russia had a big shlong, the size of what he was looking for.
"Yes."
Canada's pants hugged around his figure, making him wildly uncomfortable as he stared at his roommate, who's grin was starting to grow.
Russia, who was equally as erect, leaned forward slowly, his hot breath making contact with the Canadian's skin. Russia planted a gentle peck on Canada's neck, goosebumps flowed through the Canadian's body as he shivered against the cold touch of Russia's lips contrasting with the hot air. The Russian slowly started shifting his body to come closer to Canada's, eventually pressing against each other. The white, blue and red country laid his hand on the smaller country's waist, ever so slowly moving downwards. Russia took a break from kissing Canada's neck and pushed him against the bed, smiling down at him.
"You better have lube or else a run to the pharmacy would ruin the mood," Russia joked as he watched Canada point at the drawer to his left. Russia reached for it and grabbed a small, blue Durex bottle, but not using it just yet. He held the bottle as he went to start kissing Canada's neck again. He started with gentle pecks and eventually built up to love bites and hickeys, which went down to Canada's shoulders, small noises of pleasure emitted from the Canadian.
Russia pulled back once more, using his elbows to keep himself stable above the Canadian. His hand glided down the red and white country's body, stopping directly at his crotch. He played with the rim of the Canadian's pants and boxers before speaking, "May I?" He asked for consent once more, just to make sure.
At this point in time, Canada was in despair. He wanted it so fucking much. He wanted to get railed till he couldn't breathe.
"Please."
The way Canada begged for it made Russia's face turn into a heavy crimson color. The way he pleaded so pathetically made him even harder.
Russia let out a sigh of relief as his hand gained entry into Canada's pants. His hand gradually make it's way down to Canada's dick. Russia stroked his cock softly, speaking words of affection into his ear.
Canada would only reply in soft moans and low begging. This went on for a few minutes, and every time Canada got close to ejaculating, he would let out louder moans, which Russia picked up on. Once the Canadian had started to beg, Russia immediately stopped touching him.
