Rusame - Lets Fuck

Chapter Six

"You bitch." Ivan pushed harder, feeling his piercings catching on Alfred's skin. He moved his hands down the American's body, digging his nails into the skin and tearing at it in his frenzy and passion.

He gasps more shuddering and whimpering, " Dick~ " he snickered as he pulled harder at his hair

"I'm gonna cum." He whispered hoarsely, his breathing becoming deeper as he tipped over the edge, spilling his cum inside Alfred with a moan.

Alfred cummed into the Russians face, letting out one final moan. He laughed at the remains on his face , licking it off his cheek.

Ivan wrinkled his nose, trying his best to look angry through an irrepressible grin. "You're unbelievable."

" Says the guy with the dick piercing ~ " Alfred groans , still feeling the male inside of him. He lets out another chuckle " Not bad " obviously Alfred wasn't going to blab about how amazing it was, he didn't want to sound desperate or needy.

"Not so bad yourself. Tell me when you're up for round two." Ivan gave one last playful thrust before pulling out and going to sit on the side of the bed.

He moans and lays down beside him letting his legs flop down. " Well you have my number ~ give me a text when you want to play with yourself again "

"Sounds like fun. I've got a ton of things for us to try when you're up for it." Ivan reached for his boxers and pulled them back on. "Cigarette?"

Alfed does the same pulling his boxers right up. " I don't smoke~ " he sat up and stretched. " Where's your shower? "

"Over there." Ivan pointed across the hallway to the bathroom as he lit up a cigarette and took a drag.

He crawled off the bed , obviously still teasing him with his butt in his face. The American walks over to the door and out the room.

Ivan sits on the side of his bed in his jeans, leaning forward and staring at the wall through the wispy smoke curling from his mouth. Outside, he is emotionless again, but inside, part of him sadly knows that this is just another quick fuck, nothing more than a hookup.

Alfred knows Ivan just wanted him as a fuck buddy, however Alfred started to feel attached to the man. Maybe he didn't hate him , maybe calling him names and fighting with him is Alfreds way of expressing his feelings. He sighs, what good would it do if the American actually asked Ivan out? He would possibly laugh or say something like ' I'm just wanting the sex ' or make fun of his feelings. Alfreds thoughts spreaded throughout the shower, endless thoughts and thinking about possibilities.

Ivan lies back, staring at the ceiling as his smoke dissipates. Tired eyes flicker to the door, then back up as he wonders what Alfred is thinking of. Fuck, he wants him so badly. Not just to use. Perhaps to stay with, to talk. To love?

Alfred was washing over the same spot just from loss of thought. He didn't notice he was smiling, just thinking about the man. He chuckles gently, from punches to sex this was an interesting relationship. Again he sighs, starting to think Alfred isn't the only one Ivan asked to fuck. Of course it was odd of him to ask his enemy, even so Alfred was curious and possibly so was the Russian. Maybe Alfred wasn't curious. ..just...agreeing to make love to him.

Ivan extinguishes his cigarette and stands up, flicking the remains out of the window and going into the bathroom. "Hey. You done?"

The American wraps a towel around his waist , opening the door letting out the steam. The Americans body was still wet , his tan body almost glowing as he walked past the Russian. He had a free towel in his left hand drying his dirty blonde hair, slightly padding his chest to stop the dripping. Maybe he could win the Russian over...He thought. " Have you got a shirt I can borrow? Ended up ripping mine. "

Ivan paused for a second, captivated by the man before him. "... Oh, sure. Come on." Ivan motioned for Alfred to follow him, hiding the rosy blush on his cheeks.

Alfred did as he was told and followed the Russian. Still drying his hair as his boxers were put back on.

"Here." Ivan tossed him a t-shirt with some obscure band on it. He turned to the window, eyes glazed over as he fell into thought.

" Thanks " Alfred places the towel into what appears to be a washing basket. He then takes a good look at the shirt and puts it on letting it drop to his knees.