Red Roses, Aster, and Peonies

20

Alfred groaned, every part of his body aching. The alarms blared, telling everyone to wake up. He didn't want to wake up- he didn't think he could. He felt Ivan kiss his forehead and temples, telling him it was okay to go back to sleep. So, he nuzzled himself back into Ivan's neck and as it fell to black again.

He woke up again a few hours later, feeling stiff. Ivan was kissing his eyelids, whispering apologies as he whimpered.

"Good morning," his voice croaked, and he opened his eyes as Ivan reached to the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of water.

He drank a little laying down, feeling the burning in his throat lessen. God, what happened last night? He felt weird, like the wild part of his brain was purring big time.

He almost shot into the bed frame when he felt something shift inside him.

"Ivan what the fuck is in me?" he hissed, trying to move his legs as Ivan kissed his cheeks.

"It's a cork, I couldn't get you to stay asleep any other way," he whispered, "I'm sorry if it made you mad I just couldn't-"

"No baby it's fine," he cut him off, "I just panicked, I'm sorry for being harsh."

Ivan smiled softly at him, nuzzling into his neck, "okay baby."

"Youch," he muttered under his breath, starting to move his legs, "ow, ow, ouch, fuck."

"Tell me what I can do," the Russian said, kissing the side of his neck.

"There's muscle ache gel in the bathroom and pain pills too," he growled, stretching his legs out. He had been in a sitting position all night, and now everything felt tight.

He felt Ivan's arm leave from under his head and watched as he moved to the bathroom, before looking down at himself.

"Did I shower once?!" he yelled, disgusted with himself. Literally almost half of his body was crusty.

"No." Ivan replied from the bathroom door, walking in with two bottles, "Neither did I."

"Uh..." he groaned, "I don't like being dirty..."

"I'll run you a bath," Ivan said, kissing his cheek as he handed him the pain relievers.

"No, no, I can do it, just give me a minute." he said, stretching his legs and making both his hips pop, "go take a shower, I'll be good in a few minutes."

He could still feel cum swishing in him. Not a great feeling, kinda made him feel bloated. And he was hungry too, that didn't help.

"Yell if you need anything," Ivan said, giving him a worried look before pecking him on the lips, looking into his eyes to see if he could see what he was thinking before giving up and walking to the bathroom.

Alfred let out a shuddering sigh as he closed the door, swallowing a pill and drinking the entire bottle of water before applying the gel to his sore areas (besides privates, this shit was good but not that good). It involved a lot of wiggling, making every part of his body pop at least once.

There was blood staining the sheets where Ivan had been laying too, he didn't know why. It was definitely his blood though.

He found that no, he couldn't sit up without making fire erupt from the devils hole under him. He didn't even try to stand.

Ivan walked out, clean again. He watched as Alfred looked at him, seeming to be jealous.

"Do you need help walking?" he asked, sitting down on the bed, petting his hair.

"No," Alfred replied, about to push himself up before he just plopped back down, "yes."

Ivan nodded, picking him up with care and feeling Alfred sink into him, muttering about how he was warm. Alfred's skin was covered in goosebumps, even though there had been a blanket covering him. He really was cold.