Sleep Remedy

  Sleeping Remedy

This contains some butt stuff.  You've been warned.

Alfred tossed and turned in his bed while letting out soft groans. He had been restless all night. In fact, this was one of the many nights he was tossing and turning in bed. The state of his economy was making him feel exhausted, but in such a way that he couldn't relax. The amount of debt he was in, the poor decisions his boss was making, everything was beating into him. He was usually used to the debt going up millions a day, but it seemed like it was hammering into him even more recently. And it as definitely taking its toll. He even tried to take sleeping medicine to no effect. After the 5th turn to his left side, Ivan, who was lying next to him, was beginning to grow annoyed. He found it difficult to fall asleep when his lover was constantly moving around. A lot of ideas went through Ivan's mind as to how he could help Alfred sleep. Most of them involved knocking him out forcefully, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. Eventually, a lightbulb went off. If he could just tire Alfred out even more, maybe he can just pass out? It was worth a shot. With that idea in mind, Ivan rolled over so he was facing Alfred, being greeted with the American's back. He began to scoot closer to his body, and slowly wrapped his arm around his waist, his chin now resting gently on his shoulder.

"You know, Fredka, I do have an idea of how we can get you to sleep." Ivan said softly, beginning to make small circles along his stomach. Alfred had turned so he was now on his back, and he looked up at Ivan with his tired eyes. Some of his dirty blonde hair was in his face, so Ivan used his fingers to brush it away. "You seem to be very pent up. Maybe if you release some of that extra tension you will be able to sleep." As he said those words, his hand made its way down Alfred's stomach and down to the waist-line of his boxers, his fingertips barely touching his skin. It didn't take long for Alfred to realize what he meant, and a soft blush spread across his cheeks. He wasn't wrong; he hadn't jerked off in a while, nor had he had sex with Ivan. How long as it been since they've done that again...? He had forgotten. Maybe that was adding to the amount of stress and frustration he was already feeling? It was worth a try. Alfred eventually nodded.

"G-Go ahead... We haven't done it in a while anyway so..." His voice was soft. He was already beginning to raise his hips, which made Ivan grin. He loved when his lover was so submissive. He didn't hesitate with sliding Alfred's boxers down to his knees after hearing his response. Running his fingers lightly up Alfred's thigh, he eventually wrapped all 5 digits around his cock, which was already beginning to harden. Alfred shuddered, a soft moan escaping from his lips. He watched as Ivan started to stroke his cock, Ivan's eyes staying locked on his face. His piercing amethyst eyes only turned Alfred on more, his breathing beginning to speed up and his hips starting to buck on their own. Ivan couldn't help but let out a hum of amusement.

"You really are needy. But lucky for you, your submission is quite the turn on." Before Alfred had the chance to reply, Ivan's lips were wrapped around his dick. Alfred inhaled sharply from the sudden warmth, quickly followed by a moan. Ivan began to slowly bob his head up and down Alfred's now fully erect shaft, his tongue running along the underside. He spent most of his time sucking and licking at the tip, earning several moans from the other man. Occasionally he would pull away and start rubbing again, but at a much faster pace. "Do you like that, Fredka?" He asked, his thick Russian accent sending shivers down Alfred's spine.

"O-Oh god yes... F-Fuck...!" Alfred was panting heavily at this point, his fingers starting to dig into the sheets. He was usually more composed, but since he hadn't felt this in so long his body was much more sensitive. Ivan returned to sucking, taking what was left of his cock in his hand and stroking it in rhythm with his head bobs. He would occasionally look up at his disheveled lover, noticing that he had covered his mouth with one hand and was gripping the fabric of his shirt with the other. As cute as he looked, Ivan pulled back and frowned.