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Canada shifted on the bed and adjusted the sheer fabric of his babydoll top as he waited for Russia to come into the room.
The bed he was laying on had been made carefully with satin sheets and rose petals formed into a heart shape around him; if he knew one thing from France, it was how to be a lover…or, more so, how to use his body to get his way.
Canada looked down at his scantily clothed body. He felt a bit silly.
In truth, this wasn’t how he had imagined getting Russia‘s attention. He wished he had the privilege to call Russia a friend before he could call him anything else, but he had decided that France‘s teachings were right. Intimacy could build trust where diplomacy couldn’t. Canada had lacked the courage to embarrass himself in front of the others; his brother, his parents, and his other coworkers for the rest of his existence.
But now, he was in the comfort of solitude, and soon Russia would come over too.
He slowly trailed his hand down his stomach, making sure to brush over the spot on his stomach that made him gasp, then began to palm at his crotch through his panties. He imagined Russia coming in while he was touching himself, how the other man would take Canada into his strong arms and make sweet love to him.
Maybe ten minutes passed when Canada heard the door open. He sat up, panting, his cock pressing insistently against it‘s constraint.
He quickly adjusted his position again, wanting to look good for Russia, spreading himself out on the bed with his head laid against he pillow. He waited, his heart beating fast.
"Priviet! I am here for out meeting! You have nice home, Canada. Thank you for having me!" boomed Russia‘s cheery voice.
Canada didn’t respond, growing more excited as he heard Russia‘s heavy footsteps getting closer.
Russia lifted a hand up and knocked on the door once. "Canada? Are you in there? May I come in?"
"Y-Yeah!" Canada said quickly. He smoothed down his top one last time before settling into his final position on the bed.
Russia opened the door and peered in.
The bed was made perfectly, and candles lit up the room along with a bouquet of sunflower‘s; Russia‘s favorite, of course. The room smelt good.
And of course, Canada was in the middle of it all. His wavy blond hair framed his face like an angel, and his slender form was dolled up in a pretty light pink set of lingerie.
Russia breathed in once and held it, his expression unreadable. Canada sat up meekly. "Hey," he murmured.
Russia‘s face turned pink and he turned around. "Ah…wrong date?"
Canada shook his head, a soft laugh coming out. "Um…no. Wanna come in?"
Russia fiddled with his gloves. "Nyet, not if you are exposed like that. I don’t know you very well."
Of course Russia was right. Russia barely knew him. Matthew had spent years quietly admiring him from afar, but admiration wasn’t the same as a relationship.
Canada shifted awkwardly to fold his legs underneath himself. "Uh…yeah, I guess the last time we even got this close was 1936, huh? I just…well…I figured with the Germans finally on you, you might want some help?"
Russia finally turned around, expressionless, before he began to laugh. "What is your plan, distract them?"
Canada swallowed hard and cleared his throat. He dropped his voice lower and said, "I‘m d-distracting…I‘m distracting you. God, I‘m sorry that this is super awkward. I heard that, y‘know, relations like these help strengthen a countries bond, right?"
"…Do they?" asked Russia as he stepped closer. "Or did you just want to show off your panties?"
Canada bit his lip. "I‘ll only send some guys to you if you do this with me. I…I want you really bad."
Russia grinned. "Who am I to decline such a pretty man?"
Canada laid back again, his heart racing. He watched as Russia crawled onto the bed and leaned over Matthew. "Hello."
Canada swallowed hard. "Hi."
"May I touch you, Matvey?"
"Wha- Yeah, yes. Please."
Russia leaned down and placed his hands on Canada‘s chest. His thick thumbs gently brushed over Canada‘s nipples, making Canada bite his lip. "How cute," Russia cooed. "You act like a girl! Dress like one too."
"Don’t act like you don’t like it, Ivan."
Russia smiled wide and dove down to kiss Canada on his lips. Their noses bumped together awkwardly at first, but Canada tilted his head to the left to let the other man kiss him better. Russia gripped the back of Canada‘s head, before jolting back.
Canada gasped and sat up with him, his hands wrapping around Russia‘s back to pull him back, but Russia planted a firm hand on his chest and shoved him back onto the bed. Canada panted, his cock twitching at how easy Russia handled him.
"What?" Canada sputtered, grabbing at Russia‘s arms this time. Russia chuckled. "You‘re so bare, so I should show a little skin too, da?"
"God, let me do it," Canada groaned, sitting up again. His hands pressed against Russia‘s chest, feeling, before going to the hem of Russia‘s sweater. He slowly lifted it up and over the other man‘s head, but Russia caught his hand. "May I take off my shirt, Matvey? I‘d like to be careful to keep my scarf on."
Canada withdrew his hands, looking at him with a puzzled expression. "Uh…why?"
"Does it really matter?"
Canada stared at Russia‘s face for a good minute.
Was his double chin so bad that he didn’t have a neck? Is that why the scarf stayed on? Russia was a big guy, sure, but his chubbiness was balanced by his strength.
Russia pulled his scarf down a bit to smile at Canada, and he definitely had a chin. Regardless, Canada didn’t really care. "Okay, as long as…uh…"
Canada blushed. He wasn’t good at dirty talk. He didn’t have much practice.
"As long as what, Matvey?"
"As long as I get to take off your pants..?"
"Ah, alright, I have no problem with that."
Russia turned around and slowly removed his shirt, taking care to keep his scarf on. Canada‘s eyes widened, looking at the nice view in front of him. He extended an arm and gently stroked Russia‘s back, feeling the warm skin.
The Russian smiled and turned his head back towards Canada. "I‘m that pleasing?"
"Yeah. How about you let me do the work?"
"Ah? Okay, sure, I lay back."
Russia hauled himself further onto the bed. The mattress squeaked under him, making Canada‘s face flush. It‘d be loud. He didn’t bother getting a nicer bed as it was usually just him and Kumajiro; whereas other nations tended to indulge in luxury items, Canada preferred to put that money back into his own country instead of himself. But perhaps Russia would be a nation to understand. After all, he’s part of the USSR.
…Which is kind of communist.
Canada couldn’t keep his head straight though when there was such a sight in front of him. He straddled Russia‘s lap and whined as he felt the tent in the other man‘s pants. A breathless laugh escaped him. Russia rested his hands on Canada's slim hips, his thumb and forefinger toying with the sheer fabric of the Canadian's top.
"What, are you just going to stare at me? You're embarrassing me, Matvey."
"I'm working on it," Canada muttered.
He placed his hand's on Russia's soft chest and slowly lowered himself down to be laying fully on top of the other. From there, Canada could feel Russia's feeble heartbeat.
He slowly lowered his lips onto Russia's, who graciously accepted the kiss. Canada ran his hand down Russia's jaw, feeling the course hair and the soft skin smoothing against his fingers and his palm.
They shifted against each other's bodies, skin rubbing against lace and lips rubbing raw. Canada had to pull back to breathe, making Russia laugh. "You can breathe through your nose, Matvey. I don't mind a bit of warmth."
Canada smiled, arching his back as he leaned back, his hands trailing from Russia's cheeks to his chest once more. "Well, sorry I didn't want to."
Russia leaned back with a hand behind his head. "What are you doing now?"
"Not making you wait any longer," Canada murmured.
The Canadian snaked his hands even lower, resting them on Russia's crotch, "Is this okay?"
"How many times do you feel the need to check? Da, is okay. All is okay."
Canada grinned, his cock twitching. He was getting ready too, but what kind of person didn't take care of their guest first?
Canada unbuckled Russia's belt and unzipped his pants for him, and finally pulled the Russian's cock out. At the sight of it, he swallowed hard. Russia laughed, reaching out to thread his fingers in Canada's hair. "Will you be alright?"
"Of course," Canada huffed. He wrapped his hand around Russia's cock, his cheeks flushing red. "Uh, first..."
Canada reached up and placed his glasses on the nightstand, then shuffled back into place. He leaned down, sticking his tongue out to lick the head of Russia's cock, but Russia tugged his head back. "Ah-ah, Matvey. I'm getting impatient and want more than that."
"Oh...already?"
"I have another meeting after this."
"Okay, then...I can ride you, right?"
Russia fluffed the pillow behind his head. "Da. And you can keep that cute set of yours on, I do not mind."
Canada smiled, pullings his panties to the side. "Condoms are in the nightstand."
Russia leaned over, his arm easily reaching the nightstand, and he pulled out a condom and tossed it at Canada.
Canada ripped open the condom and placed the wrapper neatly to the side before sliding it down Russia's cock. The Russian pulled Canada closer by the hips once more, his fingers sliding to Canada's backside. "Ready so soon?" Russia purred as he felt the lube that had been applied earlier. Canada's ears reddened.
"Better safe than sorry, eh?"
Russia's hands remained lazily on Canada's hips as Canada hovered over Russia's cock. Finally, he sank down on it, hands reaching for Russia's hands. They intertwined fingers and their breaths caught up to the other's pace as Canada reached the base. "Holy moose you're big," Canada groaned.
"Da. You okay?"
Russia' thumb brushed over the back of Canada's hand, and Canada nodded. "Fine. I'm good."
He straightened his arms, pressing his and Russia's hands against Russia's chest as he leaned forward and began to rock his hips back and forth. "You are good," Russia groaned.
Canada laughed. "I'm glad you think so, Ivan."
Canada began to move up and down, guiding Russia's hands to his hips. Russia slid his hands down further Canada's body, his fingers catching on lace and ruffles before gripping firmly, as if guiding. Canada moaned, a shiver traveling up his spine at the gentle touch.
They rocked back and forth, the mattressbelow them groaning louder as Canada gained more courage and as Russia grew more handsy.
"C-Can I?" Canada whined, his hips moving faster, up and around.
Russia slid a hand up his side, brushing against the sensitive spot on Canada's stomach. "Use your words. You convinced me earlier, can't you speak so well again?"
"Can I...Can you move, too? Please?"
Russia opened his mouth, ready to tease once more, until he saw the look on Canada's face.
The Canadian's eyebrows were pushed together, and a bead of sweat dripped down his red cheeks, past his lips and onto his chin before it landed on Russia's own chest. It wasn't how pleased he looked though. It was moreso the look in his eyes.
Russia recognized the emotion and grinned. He curled his fingers around Canada's hips once more and lifted the man easily. "May I finish for us?"
Before Canada could get out an embarrassingly enthusiatic response, Russia had rolled them both over and settled between Canada's legs, still inside of him. Canada whimpered and Russia thrusted his hips hard in response.
"To the left," Canada mewled, gripping onto Russia's broad back.
"Got it," Russia grunted as he angled his hips better. He moved once and Canada cried out loud.
Russia looked down intently, his platinum hair falling into his eyes. Canada reached up with shaky hands, pushing Russia's hair back before pulling him into a kiss.
Their lips crashed together harder than before, and their noses hit together, but neither of them pulled back. "Can I?" Russia whispered against Canada‘s mouth.
"Please," Canada whimpered.
Russia give Canada‘s cock a quick tug as he himself finished. His hips stuttered, continuing in small movements before Canada came all over himself.
Russia fell forward onto Canada, knocking air out of the other man’s lungs. And yet, Canada dug his fingers in more, his mouth moving idly against the fabric of Russia‘s scarf.
"Oh…oh my…was that okay?" Canada asked.
"It was good," Russia replied. "You have…nice body."
They rested for a moment more before Russia peeled himself off and slid out of Canada. He tied the condom and tossed it to the side before hopping off the bed.
Canada managed to sit up with his hands behind his back, staring at the man in front of him. "You‘re leaving already?" he asked as Russia put his shirt on.
"I told you, I have to meet after this."
Canada sighed. "Yeah. Sorry, you told me that already."
Silence laid like a blanket over the two as Russia straightened his sleeves and his scarf and fixed his pants. Canada stared ahead, his mind running. "You…You still wanna agree? To get some help?"
Russia turned back around, smiling. His cheeks were a light pink, making him look cute and not as if he had just had sex. "Da. And let’s talk over tea next time, okay? Or maybe some borscht, and you can come over to my house instead.
Canada laughed, his heart fluttering. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice. Um…I‘m just gonna stay here for a little bit. Bye, Ivan."
Russia leaned over the bed and gave Canada a soft kiss on the cheek. "Bye bye, Matvey."