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Masochism Tango

This is for you kinky mfs

The sound of the piano echoes through the room and off of the marble polished walls. Upbeat yet deep in a serenading manner. Can you feel your heart beat along to the Masochism Tango?

"I ache for the touch of your lips, dear," Y/N sings with half-lidded eyes, "but much more for the touch of your whips, dear. You can raise welts, like nobody else," as they dance to the Masochism Tango. Y/N twirls Russia around before dipping down, centimeters apart as their lives intermingle. 

"Let our love be a flame, not an ember," Russia sings huskily as it's his turn to sway to the music and he dips Y/N down, "say it's me that you want to dismember," Russia whispers in their ear as chills run down their spine, their breath coming out in soft pants at the anticipation.

"Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie," Y/N whispers back with a smile. Their heels strike the floor in rhythm as Russia dances along to the Masochism Tango. 

Y/N kneels before Russia before he commands them to stand. They smile up at the tall country before presenting to him a heart held in their hand. Blood dripping onto the marble polished floor, staining it a ruby red. Russia cringes inwardly at the act of love, yet smiles softly at his significant other. 

"Heh," Russia hums in contemplation as Y/N giggles. 

Y/N smiles as they shut their eyes, they know that they're exactly where they are meant to be. Their heart entreats, waiting for what will happen as Russia takes strides to stand right in front of them. He places his hand on their lower back and flushes his chest against theirs so that Y/N leans back. Russia lowers his head to their chest, causing Y/N's breath to catch in their throat. 

"Your heart beats savagely, and for what?" Russia asks slyly as Y/N gazes into his eyes. Russia pushes Y/N back so that they stumble and fall. Y/N sits up, right as Russia's foot immediately lands on their chest to push them onto their back against the floor. Y/N simply smiles up at Russia who leans over his knee to look at Y/N. 

"Just trample me, I know your heart is stone or mahogany," Y/N says causing Russia to apply more pressure on their chest. Y/N gasps at the feeling, "That's why I'm in such exquisite agony, my soul is on fire."

"Is it aflame with desire?" Russia asks with his voice lowered, causing Y/N to shiver in thrill. 

"It's why I perspire when we tango," Y/N answers breathily as Russia kisses them and lifts them up to resume their tango. 

"You caught my nose, in your left castanet, love," Y/N says through the pain from love, drums sounding through the room as their feet move in harmony. 

"And I envy the rose, that you held in your teeth, love," Russia whispers to himself as Y/N holds the rose in their mouth. The thorns still on the stem and sticking into their gums as blood trickles down their chin. 

"Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches, the last time I needed twenty stitches!" Y/N says hungrily as they advance towards Russia.  "To sew up the gash, that you made with your lash, as we dance to the Masochism Tango," Y/N says to remind him of the pain their love has on them both. "Bash in my brain, and make me scream with pain, then kick me once again," Y/N says through pants as Russia feels down their entire body, being sure to caress every possible area he can.

"We'll never part," Russia whispers as he kisses Y/N passionately. Their tongues entwining as their chests flush against each other and their breaths mingle with their hands tangling in one another's hair. They know too well, they're under the other's spell.

Russia prays that Y/N can't tell that his heart is on fire as their bodies move in sync to the tempo of the tango. Y/N's hands snake over his chest as they press themselves closer to Russia so that their chests may flush and face stay mere centimeters apart. 

"Take your cigarette from its holder, and burn your initials in my shoulder," Y/N whispers as they kiss Russia's neck and move their hands to caress his body. Russia suppresses a whine and instead glares at Y/N who smirks before continuing, "Fracture my spine-"

"And swear that you're mine," Russia growls as he spins Y/N to pin them agains the wall. Y/N can only gasp as Russia kisses them deeply once more and harshly caresses their entire body. Lifting their legs so that they wrap around his waist. Their bodies heating up as they continue to make love, dancing along to the Masochism Tango.

Word Count: 745

A/N: AHHHHH I LOVE THIS SFM, HOPE YOU ENJOYED

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