Alfred could feel his walls stretching greatly. He put his head back as the sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder. His moans now yelling.
Ivan kept going, not giving a chance for the American to catch his breath. Ivan himself was breathles , however it didn't slow him down.
All Alfred could do was moan. He felt so nice and warm. He came again putting his head to the side whining
Ivan began to leave hickies down his neck, thrusting a few more times before cummimg inside of him.
Alfred was panting hard, his eyes closed and body twitching. Ivan was a well panting heavily , his grip losening as he tried to calm down.
He pulled Ivan down on top of him, hugging him as tight as he could, not that tight though considering he's weak ATM. "I.....Iv...an" he managed through pants.
Ivan pulls out his length, turning onto his side to not squish him. However still hugging him lovingly. Alfred couldn't feel his ass, he tried to turn but failed. So he just clung to his lover.
Ivan planted weak kisses onto his cheek, his exhaustion getting the better of him. Causing him to pass out into slumber.
Alfred soon followed his actions.
There was loud and angry banging at the door. Both Alfred and Ivan awoke slowly, concerned as to what it was.
Ivan was half awake , another few bangs got him to sit up. " What the heck.."
"ALFRED F JONES GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!" A man yelled, a thick British accent on him.
Ivans eyes widen...Alfred? How did they know he was here. ..Alfred told his parents he had a relationship but...did he actually say his teacher? Ivan looks at Alfred with a serious expression.
Alfie was also still half sleep, he turned on his back and yawned a bit. "Ivan what time is it?" He yawned again.
" He said your name Alfred what the hell? ? " Ivan nudged him.
"What?" Alfred sat up slow. "Who said my name?"
" There's shouting at the door with your name, he sounds British " Ivan began to get dressed.
Alfred face got red as he woke. "AW shit." He groaned. "I told France i was in a relationship. I never specified who...."
" Ahhh how the hell did he know.." Ivan as well was blushing, cursing at the visable hickies on his body.
Alfred stayed in bed,thinking of what to do. "I don't know....." He blanked. Trying hard to remember.
" I know this sounds crazy but maybe they can track your phone?..." Ivan puts on a scarf once putting on a jumper.
Alfred looked up. "Maybe..." He stood,putting on a hood and some jeans. Alfred went to get his phone and checked. "257 missed calls from Artie. 56 from Francis.." He sighed.
Ivan peeks over Alfreds shoulder to check, " Wow they're crazy....better get down there..."
Alfred gulped and put his phone in his pocket, while heading down the stairs he remembered what he told Francis and cursed himself. He pulled his hood tighter around his neck so the hickies weren't that not noticeable .
Ivan went down first , " I'll answer the door first....stay in the kitchen "
He nodded, and turned into the kitchen,hiding a bit.
Ivan took a deep breath before slowly opening the door, " Urgh what the hell?..." Ivan tried to pretend to act as obvious as possible.
The Frenchman was on the right, and the Brit on the left, both of their expressions where extremely unpleasant. "Wheres my fils étape??!" (Stepson). He said, hard for him to keep in English as he was too upset
" What the hell are you talking about?...." Ivan tried as well to look tired, trying not to make eye contact with the angry couple. " WE KNOW HE'S HERE! " The Brtish man snaps, causing Ivans eyes to widen slightly.
Alfred sat in the kitchen, feeling guilty. Now he remembered.
- Flashbacks -
"Hey Francis, im just here to pick up some clothes" he smiled.
The Frenchman nodded and stepped out the way "So,how have you been handling school?" He asked, watching him make his way to his shared room.
"Um..." He paused. "I-Its been good" he stuttered a bit.
"That's good.... Alfred, do you have a girlfriend?" He said, smiling to him.
"No.. " Alfred sighed.
"Boyfriend?"
Alfred blushed and gulped. "Y-Yeah...."
"Oh Mon dieu! Who is it??" He smiled wide his hands clasped together.
"Its......its no one.... " Alfred twiddled his thumbs, stopping his packing.
"Oh come on! Is it Kiku?" He smiled.
"No... Its.....um..."
"Who?" Francis smile slowly faded.
"......" Alfred looked to him.
The Frenchman thought. "Don't tell me its Braginski..." He joked, but after realising Alfred's red face. His own expression grew angered. "Alfred. You're with Ivan?!" He shouted.
Alfred looked away, continuing to pack.
Francis groaned and grabbed Alfred's wrist.
-End of Flashback-
