BL Lemons and Fluff!

RoChu Lemon

//so a few warnings. Very explicit lemon! Like, super explicit. Also, brief hinting at past self harm, but like almost nonexistent. Enjoy!

Professor!ChinaXStudent!Russia

They had met in college, although the circumstances weren't quite the best. Yao was a professor and Ivan was a student in his last year. The Russian was a problem from day one, distracting others during lectures with his intimidating aura; although it wasn't Ivan's fault, Yao couldn't help but blame the younger man for half of his class requesting a schedule change within a week of his enrollment. In all honesty, had it not been for Yao's short temper they never would have gotten together.
It had been around the end of the year, about a week before graduation, when the Russian had asked Yao to meet with him privately. Yao had accepted hesitantly, and when they had gone to his office he had been shocked to find the Russian kissing him. The younger man had confessed his feelings, practically pouring his heart out to Yao.

That had been about three months ago, and Yao couldn't help but think of it now as he leaned against Ivan. The credits on the screen rolled down slowly, although Yao hadn't paid much attention to the movie. He was much too focused on the man beside him.
"Did you like the movie?" Ivan asked, snapping Yao out of his thoughts.
"Oh... Yes." Yao said, even though he could hardly remember the name of it, let alone the plot.
They stretched and stood, Ivan taking the empty bowl of popcorn to the kitchen. Yao bit his lip and looked down at his lap. It had been three months, and they hadn't even gotten farther than kissing and the occasional touch. The Chinese man was a bit jittery, as he planned on going much farther this time. He stood and grabbed Ivan's hand as the Russian returned from the kitchen. "Do you want to lay down?"
Ivan nodded and Yao took him to the bedroom, not noticing Ivan's disappointed face.
"Do you think the people in the apartment next to us are asleep?" Yao asked out of nowhere, causing Ivan to tilt his head in confusion.
"Someone told me that they are on a cruise for the weekend. Why?" Ivan asked. He gasped when Yao ran a hand down his chest and slipped his hand beneath Ivan's shirt.
"I don't want them to file noise complaints..."
Ivan blushed at the implications of what Yao had just said. "A-are you sure you want to? I mean... With me?"
Yao chuckled lightly. "Well who else would I do it with? You are my boyfriend."
Yao gasped when Ivan nodded shortly and pushed him onto the bed. The Russian crawled on top of him and looked into his eyes. "I just don't want to scare you..."
"I won't be scared. Why would I be?" Yao asked. Although he sounded confident, worry began to form at the back of his mind.
Ivan nodded. "Just tell me when you want me to stop."
Yao frowned and nodded. 'When... He says it as if he knows for certain that I will.'
Ivan slipped off his shirt and pants, then began to work on Yao's. Their clothes slid to the floor and Ivan hesitantly tugged at Yao's underwear, the Chinese man lifting his hips encouragingly. When they were fully naked they paused and took each other in.
Yao was soft and delicate, his hair free of its usual ponytail. He had sleek muscles, and a flat stomach. Ivan bit his lip when he looked at Yao's penis, which curved slightly and was a faint pink at the tip. It made his mouth water.
Ivan was just the opposite. He was wide, with defined muscles and rough scars all across his body. Most of the scars looked accidental, but a few looked self inflicted. His penis was quite a bit bigger than Yao's, which made the older man blush brightly.
"You are so perfect." Ivan whispered, causing Yao to shiver. He ran his fingers along Yao's sides, then rubbed the man's nipples with his thumb. He leaned down and kissed Yao's sweet lips, then moved to gently nip at Yao's neck. "Are you sure you want this?"
Yao nodded quickly. "Yes."
Ivan began to caress Yao's body, leaving light kisses over the soft skin of his chest and stomach. He teased Yao's nipples as he licked his shaft, causing Yao to moan loudly. The Russian chuckled at how sensitive Yao was.
"Please don't tease me..." Yao whined softly.
Ivan nodded and engulfed Yao's member, raising three fingers to his mouth. Yao wetted them eagerly as he moaned around them. When Ivan thought they were wet enough he pulled away from Yao, looking down at him. "Ready?"
Yao nodded and Ivan brought their lips together as he pushed a finger into Yao's entrance, trying to be gentle. For Yao it had been around five months since his last time, and for Ivan it had been about three and a half. The Russian figured that he should stretch Yao a lot, but was surprised to find Yao demanding to be fucked after only two fingers. He bit his lip and nodded, positioning himself.
He entered, using what little control he had left to keep from pounding Yao into the mattress all at once. He took a staggered breath and began to thrust slowly, Yao moaning beneath him.
Yao arched his back to try to take Ivan deeper, gritting his teeth in frustration. "More..."
Ivan growled as his control vanished. He began to thrust roughly into Yao, his hips smacking against the man beneath him and his hands tightening on Yao's hips, bringing him into each thrust.
Yao moaned loudly as Ivan muttered something in Russian, then gasped as his knees were pressed into his chest.
"You slut..." Ivan growled softly, his thrusts hard and fast. He bit Yao's neck, drawing blood. "You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you? You're my little bitch."
Yao yelped as Ivan began hitting his prostate, one of the Russian's hands snaking around his throat and squeezing. Yao's eyes rolled back in his head as Ivan fucked him to his climax, moaning loudly as Ivan squeezed particularly tight.
Ivan groaned and his movements quickened, his eyes narrowing. "Nhh... I'm going to fill you up you slut..."
Yao moaned brokenly as Ivan released inside, the Russian thrusting a few more times before pulling out.
Ivan flopped down on his side and pulled Yao close, kissing the back of his neck gently. He rubbed Yao's hips and nuzzled his neck, hoping that Yao understood his apology.
Yao had felt a wave of sadness rush through him as Ivan had pulled out, wondering if he had meant what he said. These thoughts had been erased by Ivan's arms wrapping around him and pulling him close.
As the Russian comforted him, Yao couldn't help but enjoy it. He now thought that the rough sex was worth it, as long as he was treated so gently and lovingly afterwards. He was thankful that Ivan had given him reassurance, especially after calling him such names.
"Yao?" Ivan asked quietly. Yao turned to face him quickly at the slight hint of fear in his lover's voice.
"Yes? What's wrong?" Yao asked, wrapping his arms around Ivan comfortingly.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean any of those things. I love you so much..." Ivan said, burying his face in Yao's hair. Yao only chuckled.
"I know. Your gentle treatment of me afterwards was explanation enough. You have a dominance fetish, huh?"
Ivan blushed deeply and nodded. "I'm sorry. There will be bruises and-"
"I don't mind." Yao smiled up at Ivan. "I love you. Wo ai ni."
"I love you too." Ivan smiled back. "Ya tebya lyublyu."
They kissed softly, Yao not even minding that his bruises would show up tomorrow.

'Wait, I have work tomorrow! Aiya!!!'