This Is Just Between Us

Russia is a pervert, no matter the situation

(as you can tell this was also written by crowsong! Yes this is back to back smut, blame Twaggle and their twaggly ass)

Russia:”Затем заприте дверь.”(*Then lock the door.)
America flustered at the sudden willingness to do this, he thought Russia might be a bit too tired after the bloodloss. He supposes he was off the mark on that while he went over to lock the door.
America:”Bene, non paenitebit! Saltem hoc tempore recordabor~”(*Well, no regrets! At least this time we'll remember~)
Russia:“Да, да, давай, брось эту одежду и закрой жалюзи. мы не ждем сегодня вечером” (*yeah, yeah, come on, drop those clothes and shut the blinds. we're not waiting for tonight)
America couldn’t help but get flustered as he went over to the window, closing the blinds and curtains. He was really about to do this twice in the span of roughly twenty-four hours.
He felt exposed once his shirt was off, he put the shirt at the foot of the bed. After he shirt was off, he anxiously moved to take off the sleeves covering his chest and arms. He got on the bed as he removed his pants and underwear. He kicked them off once they were at his ankles. He moved himself closer to Russia, a bit more anxious than the previous night. He was more aware of his scars and freckles, he wasn’t sure how many of them Russia remembered from the night before. It wasn’t like he had cared last night, but maybe he hadn’t noticed them much the night before. He knew Russia didn’t care about the scars, and that he didn't care about them,but the freckles(even though Russia had expressed liking them) still caused anxiety.
America was dragged out of his anxious mind by Russia lightly kissing  one of the scars on his shoulder. America wasn’t sure what he was to take that to mean, but at least he wasn’t pushing him away for them.
Russia: “Они часть вас, поэтому они прекрасны.”(*They are part of you, therefore they are beautiful.)
Russia mumbled as he moved over to kiss one of the bullet wound scars near his collarbone. He also moved his hands to start touching the freckles, knowing those were what was causing this level of discomfort from his partner. He trailed kisses down America’s body, going from one scar to the next.
America relaxed, though he did want to return this form of affection. He couldn’t, as Russia had him pinned to the bed. Soon though, Russia moved back and kissed him on the lips. He eagerly returned the kiss. He may have wanted to kiss Russia’s scars, but from his position and the way things were going… He wasn’t going to get the chance.
Russia: “...Мой…”(*Mine)
Russia mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss, only to begin kissing America’s neck. He was very pleased with the response it got him. He remembered that he had liked him licking and sucking some specific parts the night before. He’d responded very… vocally to it last night.
America was almost certain that Russia had said more than just “mine”, but he had said it very quietly, so he was unsure what else he may have said. As soon as Russia started licking and sucking his neck, he became putty in the other’s hands. Any of the remaining anxiety he’d held earlier melted away. He moaned a little when Russia lightly brushed his teeth against his skin, before he remembered the gene.
America: “Non mordere”(*No Bite)
Russia: “Почему бы и нет~? Кажется, тебе это нравится”(*Why not~? You seem to like it)
America: “Non mordax quaecumque condicio placere”(*No biting please)
America paused before he spoke again.
America: “Poteris, si promittis non haurire sanguinem.”(*Well, you can if you promise not to draw blood.)
Russia seemed pleased enough with that and lightly bit America’s neck, not drawing blood. He was going to make America sing. America was his right now, and he was going to take advantage of that. Unless of course, he wanted him to stop. He’d back off if America wanted him to. Luckily though, America seemed to want him to keep going if not do more. To which he’d gladly oblige.
America was a mess, he was lightly tugging at Russia’s shirt, wanting it off and wanting more.
America:”Qu-quaeso”(*Please)
Russia hummed, sending small vibrations into his neck. He was teasing America, he definitely could tell what America wanted him to do.
Russia: “Используй свои слова, детка”(*Use your words, babe)
America struggled a little, extremely flustered.
America: “Quaeso de-depone shirt”(*Please take off your shirt)
Russia smirked, kissing his neck one more time before doing as America asked. After he had removed it, he ran a hand over America’s side. He knew there was a sensitive spot there, and he was going to fully take advantage of all of those that he found.
America: “Qu-quaeso- ah~”(*Please)
Russia moved his hand from his side to his chest, tracing a couple of his scars.
Russia: “Я собираюсь взять свое время, потому что сейчас ты мой~” (*I'm going to take my time, because you are mine right now~)
America: “Ego- ah~ semper tuus” (*I’m- always yours)
Russia: “О, правда~?” (*Oh really~?)
Russia smirked a little more as he lightly traced the more sensitive areas of America that he remembered. He wanted to take his time and be gentle, but he also wanted to be rough and keep America to himself. He could tell he was driving America up the wall a bit, he obviously wanted more.
America shivered, gripping the sheets, the touches were light and soft. They were so very teasing though, they left him wanting more.
Russia moved over and whispered in his ear.
Russia: “Используй свои слова~ Скажи мне, чего ты хочешь~”(*Use your words~ Tell me what you want~)
America: “Qu-quaeso fac m-me”(*Please do me)
Russia chuckled, tracing a hand over his side.
Russia: “Терпение, детка~”(*Patience, babe~)
He hummed lightly, deciding whether or not he was going to tease him a little more or start prepping him.
America: “Uhm- Cocoes oleum de nocte perscriptorem adhuc in…”(*Uhm- the coconut oil from last night is still in the drawer… )
America whispered, flustered.
Russia: “Оставайся на месте, детка~”(*Stay put, babe~)
He purred into America’s ear before getting off to get the coconut oil from the drawer. He opened the jar and stirred it with his fingers. He then moved back and gently inserted two fingers in America. He smirked a little when he heard America moan.
America gripped the sheets tighter, feeling Russia move his fingers in and out. He tried to contain himself, he didn’t want to give Russia what he wanted until he at least took his pants off.
Russia: “Аве, ты застенчивая Америка~? Поднимите шум~”(*Awe, are you shy America~? Make some noise~)
He purred, moving his fingers in and out. He watched America squirm, obviously holding back. It was a bit frustrating, knowing he was holding back.
America bit his tongue and shook his head. He wasn’t going to make any noise without Russia undressing fully.
Russia: “Почему ты сдерживаешься, детка~? Боюсь, что могу укусить~”(*Why are you holding back babe~? Afraid I might bite~)
He asked in a purr, adding a third finger. He got a muffled and strained moan from America, who was most definitely purposefully silencing himself to make a point of some kind.
Russia: “Давай, пошуми, детка~”(*Come on, make some noise babe~)
America shook his head as he bit his tongue harder. Only opening his mouth to make a request.
America: “Non- ah~ non dum depone- ah~ cetera vestimenta tua”(*No- not until you take off the rest of your clothes)
America tried to speak without moaning, failing to do so. Russia was definitely making it hard for him on purpose; likely wanting to hear his voice.
Russia: “Такая простая просьба~ и вы так любезно попросили~”(*Such a simple request~ and you asked so kindly~)
He purred, moving himself back.
Russia: “Так почему я не~?”(*So why don't I~?)
Russia hummed, removing his pants and boxers. Now that he was fully undressed, he moved back to where he was. He gladly reinserted the three fingers, moving them in and out. Once he felt America was sufficiently prepared, he pulled his fingers out. This elicited a quiet whine from America.
Russia: “Ого, детка~ Я обещаю, что не оставлю тебя в таком состоянии~”(*Awe, babe~ I promise I won't leave you like this~)
America: “Russia, quaeso~”(*Russia, please~)
Russia chuckled and smirked, using the coconut oil to lube himself up. He then slowly thrusted himself into America, moving back to pin him down.
At first, America whimpered a little, it still was a bit painful. Russia stilled when he heard America  whimper, he waited for America to adjust. While he waited, he gently kissed his forehead, cheek, and then the hickies he left on America’s neck. It kept America’s mind off the pain he felt from this.
It took a moment before America moaned quietly, indicating it was okay to continue and move. He moved his arms to wrap them around Russia, lightly holding onto him.
Russia hummed, burying his face in America’s neck as he started to move, starting slow. He wanted to make sure that everything was okay before he sped up. He kept moving slowly for a bit, waiting for an indication from his lover that he was good to move faster.
America: “Russia, quaeso~ ah~ movere citius~”(*Russia, please~ move faster~)
Russia gladly obliged, moving faster, leaning in for a kiss as he did so. This experience was euphoric, and he was glad to indulge in this with America.
America held onto Russia tightly, the other was loud, but he did not mind. He quite liked knowing that he wasn’t the only one getting enjoyment from this. He knew he was also loud, but quieting himself didn’t cross his mind at this point. He liked knowing Russia was enjoying this, so why would he withhold the knowledge that he was also very much enjoying this from his partner?
A knot formed in his stomach, causing him to grip onto Russia tighter.
Russia: “Аве, ты близко~? Твой голос милый~”(*Awe, are you close~?  Your voice is cute~)
America: “Ita sum~! placet-”(*Yes I am~! please-)
Russia lightly bit his neck, not drawing blood as he’d been asked. He moved a bit faster, each movement getting a louder response from America.
The knot in America’s stomach burst in a euphoric wave of pleasure, and the edges of his vision went a hot bright white. He didn’t notice that he’d gripped Russia’s shoulders tighter, scratching him a bit.
Russia bit down, trying not to draw blood, as he came inside of the other. He pulled out and  kissed America on the cheek.
Russia: “Детка, как ты себя чувствуешь?”(*Babe, how are you feeling?)
America: “Bene sentio, gratias Russia”(*I'm feeling good, thanks Russia)
America smiled and hugged him. He paused for a moment before lightly shifting himself under Russia.
America: “Debemus emundare”(*We should clean ourselves up)
He mumbled from under Russia, not wanting to let go, but knowing they needed to at least have a shower or bath.
Russia: “Да, мы должны. я отнесу тебя в ванну.”(*Yeah, we should. I'll carry you to the tub)
America: “Russia ambulare possum-”(*Russia, I can walk-)
Russia: “Ммммммм, не бывает”(*Mmmmmmm, not happening)
He said, getting up and scooping America into his arms. He carried him to his bathroom and started running them a bath. He gently put him on the toilet seat and went to grab some clean clothes for them from America’s dresser. He went back in and set the clothes on the counter.
America: “Addidi bulla balneum…. puer sum ego novi”(*I added bubble bath…. I’m a child, I know)
Russia smiled a bit and chuckled at that.
Russia: “Ты очаровательна, но, пожалуйста, не напрягайся”(*You're adorable, but please don't strain yourself)
He said, checking the temperature. It was perfect, so he picked America up and put him in the now, very bubbly, water.
America shifted forward and turned off the water, making room for Russia to get in behind him.
America: “Ingredere mecum!”(*Get in with me!)
Russia smiled and stepped in, getting in the tub behind him.
Russia: “Xорошо, хорошо, я!”(*Alright, alright, I am!)
America hummed happily as he felt Russia hug him and lightly pulled him to lay back on his chest.
The two of them happily stayed in the water, relaxing for a bit. Eventually America started to shift around to clean himself up. He then turned around and started to try and help Russia get cleaned up as well.
Once they were both clean, Russia lifted America out of the water and stood up. The change in temperature caused America to shiver, so Russia set him on the toilet seat and wrapped America in a towel. Russia grabbed one for himself and dried himself off. He then got dressed in the outfit he’d grabbed for himself.
America snuggled into the towel, drying himself off.
America: “Russia, vestimenta mea dabis mihi?”(*Russia, can you hand me my clothes?)
Russia: “...Милый... Да, да, я могу!”(*...Cute... Yes, yes, I can!)
Russia flustered, handing America the outfit he’d grabbed for him earlier.
America giggled and smiled, happily taking it and getting dressed. Once he was dressed, he felt himself get scooped up and held. He blushed a smiled as Russia carried him back to the bed.

AN: This is the last smut chapter, you won't get more even if you ask, these were written for our friend Twaggle who might not even be reading this book