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UK x USSR

In the heart of London, amidst the gas lights and cobblestone streets, an encounter was brewing between two nations, their histories tangled in a web of conflict and cooperation: Soviet Union, a stoic giant draped in the colors of red and the United Kingdom, a debonair figure in navy and white.

The year was 1956, and sparks flew as Soviet Union, his broad shoulders and thick eyebrows, met United Kingdom, his polished shoes and neatly trimmed mustache, in the halls of an international summit. The air between them was thick with tension, their eyes meeting in a silent game of chess.

But it was not until the night had fallen and the summit had concluded that the true game would begin. Soviet Union, having overheard United Kingdom's disdain for the unyielding cold of his homeland, invited the Briton to discover the warmth hidden beneath the fur-lined coat of the Siberian tundra.

Intrigued, United Kingdom agreed to the Soviet's challenge, and the two retreated to a private room. The whispers of their staff faded 

As the door closed, the quiet evening was replaced with the electricity of desire. Soviet Union approached United Kingdom, his large hands enveloping the smaller frame of the Briton.

"I'll show you warmth, unlike anything you've ever known," Soviet Union whispered, his voice a low rumble.

United Kingdom's heart raced, his resolve crumbling under the Soviet's intense gaze. He found himself pulled into a passionate kiss, the Soviet's lips as fierce as the winds of Siberia.

Their tongues danced, Soviet Union's hands roaming over United Kingdom's body, his grip firm yet tender. United Kingdom moaned into the kiss, his rigid length pressing against Soviet Union's hip.

Soviet Union broke the kiss, his eyes filled with desire as he lowered United Kingdom onto the plush carpet. "Spread your legs for me, United Kingdom," he commanded, his voice a growl.

United Kingdom complied, his fingers trembling as he hiked up his skirt. Soviet Union knelt before him, his eyes locked on the object of his desire. He parted United Kingdom's thighs, his hot breath sending shivers up and down his spine.

Soviet Union leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to trace the outline of United Kingdom's entrance. United Kingdom gasped, his fingers digging into the carpet as the Soviet's skilled mouth explored him.

The Soviet's tongue delved deeper, his fingers teasing United Kingdom's most intimate regions. The Briton writhed, his moans a symphony of pleasure. Soviet Union's mouth worked in tandem with his hand, his fingertips tracing the delicate skin.

United Kingdom's hips bucked, his breath hitching as his orgasm approached. Soviet Union, feeling the Briton's body tighten, removed his mouth, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Not yet," Soviet Union whispered, standing and unbuttoning his trousers, revealing a thick erection, a testament to his desire.

He positioned himself between United Kingdom's legs, his eyes locked with the Briton's. "Are you ready for the warmth I promised?"

United Kingdom nodded, his eyes filled with need, his body eager for the union. Soviet Union entered him, their bodies joining in a rhythm that mirrored the beating of their hearts.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin against skin, their moans mingling. Soviet Union's thrusts grew more urgent, his grip tightening on United Kingdom's hips.

"Soviet Union, I can't... I can't take it," United Kingdom cried out, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave.

Soviet Union, still buried deep inside United Kingdom, felt the Briton's body shudder as he came. His own release followed, his seed pulsing within United Kingdom as his own climax washed over him.