Posts by IAMGERMANANDSTUFF

(Such as coitus?)

(MY GOD I LOVE YOU.)
"Fredka...stay with me..." He murmured. Ivan pulled him closer and nuzzled his neck.

(CRAP. I forgot about those. PFFFT.)

Ivan's eyes widened as he ran to the oven and pulled out the burnt pirozhkis.

"Ah....I'm sorry. I killed the desert." He whimpered. Alfred had just now noticed that Ivan had grabbed itbare handed.

"Oh, it's fine. It doesn't hurt." he said setting the pan down in the sink, however, there were dark burns on his palms and finger pads.

Russia let out a whimper, "Ow..." he growled a bit. "Nyet, Alfredka." He murmured, pulling his hand away. "You have to lick the wounds."

"Da...but you have too. It'll be nicer that way." He said. "Come, let's sit on the couch." Ivan said with a smile walking over to the sofa and plopping down.

Ivan closed his eyes and cocked his head back. He bit his bottom lip and let out a low groan.

Ivan snatched his hand away, "Fredka..." he growled under his breath. Russia tacked the American and kissed him passionately on the lips. "I want you..."

(yo! I'm here! :D)

(sorry! I'm here! I've been busy!)
Ivan smiled, "I'll be gentle, Fredka...I promise." he murmured. Alfred could already feel the lump in Ivan's pants pressing against his thigh.

"Fredka...yeta llubulyu..." he muttered, licking his neck. Ivan practically purred.

Ivan lavished long, wet kisses to Alfred's neck. He smiled against the tender skin as he nipped the flesh.

(Alrighty then.)

(it's fine :) )

Ivan slipped his hands up Alfred's shirt and tweaked the perked nipples he found.

Ivan had already himself of his own shirt. Alfred could see every muscle on Ivan's stocky frame. He kissed Alfred's collarbone and nipped the pink flesh.

"Fredka...do you not want this?" He asked, sitting up. Ivan was shirtless and scarf-less. His hair was a mess and his cheeks were red as beet borsht. "It's...ok, if you don't want this right now - I'd understand." He murmured, though Russia's eyes were full of hurt as he said it.

"Not used to being...touched? I'm not either." He said softly.

(I'm here! Do something with Netherlands! PLZ!)

"But we can learn together." Ivan said softly, taking Alfred's hand and splaying it across one of his pecs. "Would you be willing to touch me, Fredka?" Russia asked. America could see all the scars, and the knarled blotches from fires and acid burns.

(Sure!)