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The cool fingers of China’s left hand caress Russia’s cheek, while the other hand fumbles to close the bedroom door. When it finally shuts with a faint click, China cups Russia’s face with both hands and pulls him in for a kiss, letting the larger nation lean against the wall as their lips meet.

Russia’s hands tremble as they travel up China’s sides, the red material of his shirt silky and smooth to the touch. His arms loop around China’s slender waist, forcing him closer. Russia’s heart jumps as China’s tongue glides across his lower lip before plunging into his mouth, so sweet and familiar as it meets his. Russia savors the feeling of China’s mouth on his, eyes slipping shut while his hands rest on the small of his back. And then China’s hands are on his ass, groping it through the fabric of his pants, and Russia can feel a wave of heat wash over his body, something igniting deep inside him. 

China breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp, his dark eyes smoldering with desire. “You’re so pretty like this, Russia,” He whispers, giving Russia’s backside another hard squeeze. “Up against the wall with that needy look on your face. I love it, aru!”

Russia watches, mesmerized, as China takes his long hair out of its ponytail, running a hand through the sleek black locks. His hair spills over his shoulders like rain trickling down a windowpane, framing his slender face and falling freely past his chest. Wet, open-mouthed kisses are delivered to his jaw, and China tugs at the end of his scarf, unwinding it to reveal the pale expanse of Russia’s throat.

“Nnh, China,” Russia moans as China’s lips press against the side of his neck, his arms tightening around the shorter man’s waist. Teeth scrape against his soft, flushed skin, and he tosses his head back, wincing as his head collides with the wall. Damp touches of China’s lips trail down his neck, his chest shuddering every time that experienced mouth connects with his skin.

China grips the hem of Russia’s sweater and lifts it, licking his lips as fair, toned flesh is exposed to him. He guides the garment over Russia’s head, letting it hit the floor in a heap of crumpled fabric.

“Bozhe moi,” Russia groans, eyes squeezing shut as China nibbles at the delicate flesh of his collarbone. “You drive me crazy, my pretty sunflower.”

China giggles at the use of his favorite nickname, then presses a final kiss to Russia’s collarbone. He raises his arm and works his own shirt over his head, the red silk joining Russia’s sweater on the bedroom floor. He then grabs Russia’s wrist and leads him to the bed, his heart thumping with excitement.

The bed squeaks as Russia seats himself on the mattress, patting his thigh and gesturing for China to sit in his lap. China wastes no time straddling him, eyes blazing with desire, hair cascading over his chest. Their lips come together once again, and Russia lowers himself until he’s flat on his back, his hips grinding subtly against China’s as the smaller man’s tongue swims into his mouth.

Russia’s lips spread into a sweet smile, his violet eyes locked on China’s deep brown ones. “I love you,” He whispers.

China beams back and kisses the tip of Russia’s nose. “I love you, too, Russia. Forever and ever.” His hands meet at the front of Russia’s pants, nimble fingers undoing the button and zipper. He slides Russia’s pants down his long, toned legs, his lips twitching into a smirk when he sees the sizable tent in his boxers. He runs his fingers briefly over the bulge, and Russia’s hips jerk against his hand, a high, needy whine escaping him. China swallows the lump of excitement in his throat and shimmies out of his own pants, doing the same to his briefs. 

Russia is squirming as China hooks two fingers under the elastic of his boxers, hands fisting in the bedsheets as China drags them away. Lips press briefly against the inside of his thigh, a silent request for his legs to part. Russia’s thighs splay, his heart pounding so hard that he can feel it slam against the inside of his chest.

China places a hand on either side of Russia’s ass and spreads his cheeks, admiring the sight of his tight pink hole.

Russia whimpers, lower lip trapped between his teeth. He can feel China’s breath against his entrance, hot and humid and raising goosebumps on his flesh.

“Oh my God,” He pants, head lolling back to collide with the pillows. “China, China, please.”

China’s eyes flick up to meet Russia’s, the corners of his mouth raising to smirk lasciviously. “Something you want, my love?”

Russia swallows, preparing to forgo every last scrap of his shame. “Pozhaluysta, China, please eat me out. I need your tongue in me, please.” He can barely look his boyfriend in the eye, face red with humiliation and arousal.

China is happy to oblige, and promptly buries his face between Russia’s thighs. He leans forward, sticks out his tongue, and drags it in a hot, languid stroke up Russia’s asshole.

Russia clenches his teeth, a needy mewl rising from his throat. China’s slick pink tongue is still at it, drawing circles around his entrance and making his head swim. It’s a feeling that is strange, but so, so goddamn good, that experienced tongue lapping at his hole and occasionally teasing it with short flicks. Russia can feel his embarrassment melt away, and lets the moans trickle out of him freely.

Pleased with his boyfriend’s response, China bites at one of Russia’s cheeks, soothing the tender flesh with a kiss. He then turns his attention back to Russia’s entrance, tasting and licking and sucking, losing himself in his work. 

“Fuck,” Russia groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. “More, China, please, I-” China’s tongue plunges deep inside him, and his jaw drops. His walls clench around China’s tongue, that skilled, shameless tongue, thrusting in and out of him until he’s grinding against his lover’s face.

China pulls away with a gasp, a strand of saliva dripping down his chin. He watches Russia’s thoroughly slick entrance twitch, and slips a forefinger inside it, going knuckle deep with ease. He twists his finger and curls it right into Russia’s prostate, reveling in the gasp he lets out. When he slides his finger out, Russia lets out a whine of disappointment. With his cock throbbing between his thighs, China retrieves the bottle of lube from the nightstand and flicks open the cap. He covers his fingers with a generous amount of lube, positions one over Russia’s entrance, and quickly meets his eyes. Russia gives him a brief nod, and that’s all the permission China needs. 

Russia’s hands ball into fists as the first finger slips inside him, a second being inserted mere moments later. The two slim fingers pump in and out of him, occasionally bending against his prostate. Their movements are smooth and effortless, as Russia’s hole is relaxed from having China’s tongue inside it.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” China whispers, showing no mercy as he fucks Russia with his fingers. “I wanna feel your legs around my waist…” He flexes his two fingers against the tight ring of muscle before adding a third, causing Russia to let out a loud, delicious cry. “Your nails digging into my back…”

“Goddammit,” Russia groans, his hips bucking against China’s fingers, forcing them even deeper into his ass. “Please, China, I want that so bad…”

China pulls his fingers away, watching Russia’s lube-smeared entrance tighten around nothing. He lines himself up with Russia’s hole and begins to push inside, letting out a low moan as inch after inch of his cock disappears into Russia’s trembling body.

Russia’s chest is rising and falling at breakneck speed, his eyes half-lidded as China continues to sink inside him, seating his generous length in his slick, eager hole. He soon feels China’s hips press against his ass, and looks down to see that their bodies are fully joined.

China lets Russia’s arms snake around his shoulders, and he gives the platinum blond a moment to adjust to his size. Starting with slow, gentle rocks of his hips, he begins to move, Russia’s reddened hole clenching and sucking him in. 

Russia’s nails sink into the flesh of China’s back as the smaller nation’s cock collides with his prostate, a breathy moan trickling out of him. He’s so full, so dizzy with lust, and so in love with the man above him. 

“God, you feel amazing,” China groans, finishing his sentence with a particularly hard thrust forward. “You always feel amazing, aru.” Russia’s hot, wet walls hug his cock with perfect pressure, like their bodies were designed for each other. 

Russia’s legs wrap around China’s slender waist, ankles resting in the soft dip of his back. He can feel the thin sheen of sweat on China’s body, and pushes against him, urging him to move faster.

China jerks his hips backwards, then lunges forward with a gasp, Russia’s ass swallowing him up with ease. Slick heat surrounds him, squeezes him, makes him weak in the knees, his lungs tight and breathing rapid.

Russia is on the verge of drooling as China plunges into him, all four of his limbs hooked around his boyfriend’s body. Whenever China is fully sheathed inside him, it’s so deep he forgets how to speak, mouth hanging open as he savors the feeling.

“Nngh, China,” Russia’s voice is a strangled whine, his whole body tensing with every nudge dealt to his prostate. “Ahh, that’s so good… so good, ya tebya lyublyu…” China is absolutely pounding his sweet spot, hitting it with almost every thrust, to the point where he’s worried he’ll faint.

China leans forward and captures Russia’s lips in a very wet, messy kiss, panting into his open mouth as their tongues join. With his tongue still deep in Russia’s mouth, China slides almost completely out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside Russia. He then rams himself back inside, shivering as his whole length is buried in Russia’s body once more. 

Russia opens his mouth to speak, but the words are lost as he comes, raw pleasure spreading through his body and licking its way up his spine. Spurts of come land on his stomach and chest, splattering all the way up to his collarbone. Shortly after he comes down from his high, he can feel China’s pace stuttering. China’s cock twitches inside him, and he soon finds himself with an ass full of his boyfriend’s hot come. 

China’s heart races as he comes down from his high, his breathing slow and heavy. He bites his lip as his cock softens, oversensitive against the heat and tightness of Russia’s ass. He slides out of him, watching his own milky release trickle out of Russia’s thoroughly fucked entrance. 

Russia wraps both muscular arms around China’s waist and yanks him in for a cuddle, resting his chin on China’s sweaty shoulder. He kisses the side of China’s neck and nuzzles into him, far too exhausted to care about the come dripping out of his ass. 

“My pretty sunflower,” He murmurs, twisting a strand of China’s hair around his finger. “I’m so lucky to have you as my boyfriend.”

“Mm, me too,” China presses his lips to Russia’s briefly. “I’m happiest when I’m with you, aru!”

“Thank you for yet another amazing night, sunshine,” Russia whispers, his arms tightening around China’s body.

“You’re always welcome, Russia,” China giggles. “Always welcome.”

They stay there, sweaty and flushed as they hold each other close. Their bodies intertwine under the covers, both of them surrounded by a nest of blankets. Russia grabs China’s hand, brings it to his mouth, and gives it a chaste kiss. 

China smiles weakly, his heart swelling until he’s worried it’ll burst.

And he falls asleep like that, with his everything snoring softly at his side.