This Is Just Between Us

The things Alcohol can do right?

(This chapter was written by crowsong! That is why it's written in a different format than mine, please enjoy the smut you horny shits)

America leaned back onto the door and sighed, holding the bottle of wine to his lips again. He started drinking from it again. He honestly wished that Rhode Island hadn't chosen to be so much of a bastard today, but here he was, drinking with Russia. The little shit had tried to give Missouri a seizure, set New York on fire (almost causing her to become a human torch, but luckily he'd put her out before that happened), and had been misgendering Georgia. He'd been particularly bad with his transphobia today, saying Georgia would "Never be a real girl" and pointing to her chest and laughing.
He sighed even more, putting down the empty bottle. He felt buzzed and honestly could do with another bottle. He'd had a few already, he knew he wouldn't feel the aftermath of it tomorrow. So, drinking a bit more couldn't really hurt.
Russia:"Хочу немного?"(*Want some?)
Russia offered, holding out another bottle of vodka to the stressed British-French.
America nodded, walking over to join Russia on his bed. He gladly accepted the bottle, mumbling out a "Thank you" before taking a first swig from the bottle.
Russia waited for a moment, letting America finish the bottle before saying anything.
Russia:"Чувствуете себя лучше?"(*Feeling better?)
America looked over, giving him a worn out smile, he obviously was not feeling better. He was still stressed, and wasn't drunk enough to deal with it.
America:"Not yet. I'm not drunk enough to deal with that right now..."
America said, mumbling the last part to himself as he got out of the bed to get another bottle of strong wine (that he had courtesy of his mom). He opened it and started drinking it as he walked back to join Russia on the bed.
Russia watched him, and waited. He had an idea, but wasn't sure how America would feel about it. So he waited for the other to finish the bottle before he'd ask about it.
Part of it was for the stress relief, another was part of his mind wanting to selfishly lay claim to what was his.
Russia:"Хотите трахаться?"(*Wanna fuck?)
America seemed a little shocked by that, but didn't seem too off put. It was sudden, but he'd be down. He felt his face fluster slightly, and tried to ignore that.
America:"Ego sum usque ad illud"(*I'm up for it)
America mumbled before pausing for a moment.
America:"Esset mihi primum"(*It would be my first time)
America admitted, hiding his face in his shirt a little.
Russia hummed a little and leaned closer to America, grabbing his face with one of his hands softly.
Russia:"Aw, ты перешел на латиницу...Милый"(*you switched to latin *Cute)
America flustered a bit at that, he hadn't noticed the switch. He almost never did in situations like this. At least Russia found it amusing.
America:"Ignosce, ego nesciebam"(*Sorry, I didn't know)
America mumbled, averting his eyes away from Russia. It was honestly embarrassing that he hadn't noticed. It always was.
Russia hummed and lightly moved his other hand onto America. He looked over his reactions a little as he leaned closer.
Russia:"Не против, если я тебя поцелую?"(*Do you mind if I kiss you?)
America flushed brighter at that, he was more than okay with that, but didn't fully trust his words. So he nodded while he spoke.
America:"Placet fac"(*Please do)
Russia smiled and leaned forward, stealing a kiss. He was glad America was okay with the kiss. Kisses were usually fine, especially when they were drinking, but it felt odd in this situation. He hoped that America also wanted this to mean something more. He didn't want this to just be "stress relief", he wanted it to mean something more.
America leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Russia carefully. He didn't like the idea of this only being stress relief, so he chose to voice that when they pulled away.
America:"Volo hoc aliquid medium."(*I want this to mean something.)
America mumbled, slightly looking away. He wasn't sure if that was okay with Russia, but he certainly hoped it was.
Russia lightly moved America to get him to look at him again.
Russia:"Я надеялся, что ты тоже этого захочешь"(*I was hoping you'd like it to)
America relaxed a little and smiled. He felt himself fall back onto the bed, and laughed anxiously.
America:"Te amo"(*I love you)
America whispered, not sure if he wanted Russia to hear him. He meant it with every fiber of his being.
Russia smiled a bit, and felt a bit invigorated by that. Hearing a genuine expression of love from the smaller was something he craved, hearing it in this situation was nice. He hoped that the other would say it more.
Russia:"Я тоже тебя люблю!"(*I love you too!)
Russia happily responded, leaning down to take another kiss from the other.
America didn't seem to mind, in fact, he leaned into it a bit. He seemed just as eager to return the kiss, he wouldn't mind if this were the furthest things went tonight.
Soon enough, they had to pull away for air.
America lightly held onto Russia's shoulders, the physical contact reminding him of the position he was in. He was currently pinned down to the bed, Russia on top of him. He didn't mind the position too much though, it wasn't one he was accustomed to but it was one that may be a little enjoyable for him. It made him feel small, but also a bit protected.
Russia:"У тебя есть смазка?"(*Do you have lube?)
Russia asked, hoping the other did. If not this would be a bit painful, and he did not like the idea of that.
America flustered at the question and looked away. He didn't, as he didn't think he'd ever do anything like this.
America:"i non habent ullam..."(*I don't have any)
America admitted, knowing that his body language was likely enough to show that. He did however have something that was more advisable than just using nothing.
America:"Habeo Cocoes oleum...Plus commendatur quam nihil aut infantem oleum"(*I have coconut oil *More recommended than nothing or baby oil)
America said, opting that getting this odd bit of knowledge out of the way. He'd rather not remember why he knew that.
Russia chuckled and leaned closer to him, smirking a little.
Russia:"И откуда ты это знаешь~?"(*And how do you know that~?)
Russia teased, hoping for a more flustered reaction from the smaller below him.
America, instead of getting flustered, seemed to get exasperated.
America:"Debuimus agere de reparatione alicuius utentis, et nos omnes interns nactus lectionem de electionibus ducatus"(*I had to deal with the aftermath of someone using it, and all us interns got a lecture on lubricant choices)
America groaned, really not liking that he was thinking about that in this situation.
Russia:"Извините, что напомнил вам об этом..."(*Sorry for reminding you of that.)
America hummed a little and looked back up at him.
America:"Quaeso mihi iterum osculum"(*Please kiss me again)
America mumbled it, he felt a bit greedy for wanting that at the moment, but he'd live.
Russia gladly leaned down, bringing America into another kiss. The feeling of the other wanting him like this was intoxicating, and addictive. He hoped that maybe the other would ask more often, as the verbalization of the desire was nice to hear, especially because it came from the one he wanted to be his.
America slightly shifted, the feeling of being so desired was nice, but it was absolutely one of the most flustering things he'd felt since the first time Russia had decided to mess with his neck.
Russia wasn't sure what he'd done to elicit this small reaction, but he wanted to see more reactions like it. So he pulled away a bit, carefully moving to properly hold himself above America as he snaked a hand up America's shirt.
America let out a slight whine and shifted a little more. He found himself a little embarrassed by his reaction to that.
Russia:"Где кокосовое масло? Я хотел бы получить его до того, как все станет немного жарче~"(*Where's the coconut oil? I'd like to get it before things get a little more heated~)
America:"Ego adepto"(*I will get it)
America mumbled.
Russia hummed and moved, removing his hand from under America's shirt and getting off from on top of him.
America got up and left the room, heading into the kitchen. Luckily, none of the states were up and about at the moment. As soon as he got it, he turned around to head back up to his room.
Instead of being allowed to walk back up to his room, Russia scooped him up, carrying him up to the room. Russia had chosen to follow him and now wanted to carry him.
Once they were back in America's room, Russia gently set America back on the bed. He then removed his own shirt, tossing it off to the side. He then grabbed the container of Coconut oil from America and placed it on the bedside table.
Russia:"Ты собираешься снять рубашку или мне~?"(*Are you going to take off your shirt, or should I~?)
America flustered a bit more and sat up, removing his own shirt. Russia didn't have to ask him twice. Then he removed the sleeves that covered his skin, not caring as much as he usually did when they were gone.
Russia took the shirt from him and tossed it to where he'd tossed his own shirt, then he proceeded to throw the sleeves much harder due to his heavy dislike for their existence. His eyes lightly scanned over America's torso before he climbed on top of him. Even if America didn't think so, he found him beautiful. He smiled down at America, leaning in to start kissing at his neck. He lightly moved his face into America's neck, kissing the area softly.
America lightly held onto Russia when he started kissing his neck, trying not to make any noises. His neck was a very sensitive spot for him, and Russia knew that. He'd told him so that he wouldn't mess with the area in public. Then Russia started to suck on his neck, finally breaking what little resolve he had to not make any noise. He let out a quiet moan and small whimper.
Russia smirked at that, and then kissed around his neck, occasionally sucking on some areas, enjoying every noise America made. If anything, it made him more bold in what he was willing to do to get a reaction out of him. He wanted to hear his reactions and see them. He wanted to claim the other as his and his alone. He moved away from America's neck, being sure to leave at least one hickey or two on the other's neck before he did. He kissed America again for a brief moment before starting to kiss other areas of him. He littered kisses down America's chest, from his collar bones until he reached the hem of America's pants. He looped a finger into the waistband of America's pants, looking up at him to make sure this was okay.
Russia:"Это нормально с тобой?"(*Is it ok with you?)
America flustered a little and looked away.
America:"Est denique mecum"(*It is fine with me)
America mumbled, a bit embarrassed at his own reactions to everything happening.
Russia:"Вы уверены?"(*Are you sure?)
America realized it seemed like reluctance to continue with this.
America:"Ita! Ita, sum"(*Yes! Yes, I am)
America said more enthusiastically, he wanted things to continue, he was only embarrassed at his own reactions to everything that was happening.
Russia nodded and pulled off the sweatpants America was wearing, revealing his boxers. He found America's reactions to everything he did cute, so he wasn't quite sure why America was so embarrassed by them. After a moment, he pulled off America's underwear, throwing them off to the side. He looked up to make sure that his partner was okay with this.
America was redder than a tomato, but nodded. He wanted this to continue, he hoped that Russia knew that.
Russia moved off the bed and got the coconut oil, opening it. He walked back over as he dipped his fingers in it. He moved back to where he'd been before, looking to see America's reaction before he continued.
America nodded and lightly grabbed at the sheets a little in anticipation.
Russia hummed and inserted two fingers into America, gently moving them in and out. He felt himself get a bit more excited when he heard America start to make more noises, hearing the pleasured noises from the other was music to him. Knowing that America was his, and his alone right now made him even more ecstatic. He wished that this was a more permanent arrangement between them, but it wasn't so he'd take what he could get.
America got a bit louder when Russia added a third finger and hit a specific spot. It was a bundle of nerves- his prostate, if he remembered correctly. The more Russia messed with that spot, the more of a mess he became.
Russia tried to memorize every noise America made, every sensitive area, not sure if they'd ever do this again. He added a fourth finger and continued for a little before pulling his fingers out. He undid his belt and pulled down his pants looking to America as he started to pull off his underwear.
Russia:"Вы хотите продолжать? Мы можем остановиться, если вам неудобно"(*Do you want to continue? We can stop if you're uncomfortable)
Russia asked carefully, wanting to make sure that everything he was doing was something America was comfortable with.
America nodded and looked up at him.
America:"Volo permanere, non sum incommoditas"(*I want to continue, I am not uncomfortable)
Russia nodded and completely removed his own boxers, kicking them off to the clothes that belonged to both of them. He then dipped his fingers back into the coconut oil, using it to lube himself up. He got back on top of America, moving the other's hips so that he could slowly enter him.
America wrapped his legs tightly around Russia's waist. allowing Russia to have more freedom with where to move his hands.
Russia moved his hands from America's hips, lightly rubbing his sides before using his hands to keep America pinned down to the bed. He noticed the slight change in America's facial expression, noting that he seemed to be in a bit of pain. So, he moved in and kissed him, hoping to distract America from the pain. This was his partner's first time, so it'd be a bit painful at first. He wanted to make sure he could sufficiently distract his partner from any of the pain. He pulled away from the kiss and went back to kissing at America's neck, sucking it from time to time, wanting to leave more hickies. He wanted it to be obvious America was his and his alone. It was possessive of him, he knew, but America was okay with him doing this.
It took a while, but eventually America wrapped his legs around Russia's waist a little tighter, trying to nonverbally communicate that it was okay to start moving now.
Russia didn't seem to catch on, not moving and continuing to tease America's neck, leaving marks to claim America as his.
America:"Russia, nunc valeo... movere potes"(*Russia, I'm fine now... you can move)
America whispered, loosely grabbing at Russia's shoulders.
That got Russia's attention, and he started moving in and out of America slowly. This may be under the pretense of stress relief, but he wanted to take his time and savor every moment of this. He kissed America softly and then traced his hands over America's sides again.
America moaned a bit at every movement and touch, Russia was being quite gentle with him at the moment. He found himself enjoying it a lot. But he wanted Russia to move a little faster, so he slightly bucked his hips. He was certain his speech would fail him, so this was the best indication he could come up with.
Luckily, Russia caught the hint and started to speed up his pace a little, he was still taking his time, but he also wanted his partner to enjoy this.
America:"Russia, quaeso~"(*Russia, please~)
America whimpered out, gripping onto Russia a little more.
Russia felt himself turned on more by that, hearing America say his name like that made him want to keep America to himself even more. He wanted to stay as the only one to see America like this, unraveling under his touch. He started speeding up his pace a little more, every noise America made was music to him, especially since it was him causing it.
Russia:"Я так чертовски люблю тебя. Пожалуйста, будь моей и только моей"(*I love you so damn much. Please be mine and mine alone)
Russia whispered into America's ear, meaning every word of it. He wanted to keep America to himself, but it felt selfish to do so.
America held onto him a bit tighter and moaned, he was trying to respond to him, but He was becoming more and more of a mess as Russia hit the bundle of nerves again and again. He couldn't give a proper response as much as he wanted to.
Russia moved his face back into America's neck, kissing, licking, and sucking spots he'd noticed were sensitive earlier. He found himself speeding up even more, even though he wanted to savor every bit of this, he couldn't help himself. America's reactions and the noises he made were getting to him. He heard America moan his name and felt the way America was tightening up. His partner was close, and damn did he want to see his face when that happened, so he moved away from America's neck.
America's vision flashed out for a moment, the feeling was euphoric. He felt himself grip Russia tighter, his muscles clenching up a bit.
Russia felt everything and felt himself reaching his own climax, leaning in to kiss America again. He pulled out of America and just held him close.
America panted a little, catching his breath as he came down from the feeling. He held onto Russia, relaxing himself into the bed.
After a moment, Russia just collapsed on top of him.
America didn't mind, he craved closeness to Russia after all of that.
With that, America felt himself fall asleep. He'd taken his melatonin earlier. So he fell asleep quite easily after Russia just held onto him like that.

AN: Hope you're happy twaggle. Hope you're happy