NSFW. Yeah just a little pwp really. I was in the mood for something comforting, so comfort sex. Sappy, sweet, sensual sex for my poor neglected OTP! There wasn’t a full story behind this, nor time line, so fit it in where ever you like!

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His lover’s skin was like velvet; soft and smooth to the touch of Ivan’s fingertips as they traced down from his shoulders. That touch was electric, sending a current out between them, vibrating just underneath the skin. It was amazing how you could forget just how good simply being touched felt. Down the biceps and to the sensitive inside of his wrists, and when they reached those ticklish palms Toris curled his fingers with a soft laugh. The Lithuanian thought it was funny, this re-exploration of his body.

Toris just didn’t understand. If Ivan lifted his fingers from that naked skin even once, he might wake up alone again! He watched that lightly tanned flesh indent with the press of his fingers, marveled at it, and his lover lay on his stomach and patiently endured this eccentric treatment. Back up along the arms, onto the shoulders again. The texture of the scars on that delicately curved back varied from smooth and raised to slightly indented, and rougher. They were warm, not cold as Ivan used to think scars should be. They were rivers, roads, a map laid out on the Lithuanian’s back. He could follow them as one might trace the image of any mass of land. Only that this map was not of land, but of history.
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Bitter, bloody history. Bending down, Ivan’s damp lips pressed over one scar tenderly, earning a small gasp from the body below him. The tips of his fingers traced without sight now, effortlessly following this one or that, down to those narrow hips. Fingers wrapped there, and he added a little pressure for the sake of balance as he kissed another, letting his tongue slip out to brush a raised scar. It tasted no different than the flawless skin around it, but he knew it was anything but the same.

Ivan’s tongue took up where his fingers had left off, like a leaf flowing swiftly down one of those streams. His saliva left them wet, inviting the air around them in to chill that bare skin. He received a shiver from his lover, encouraging him to continue. Only when he’d reached the small of Toris’ back did Ivan’s tongue lift from those crisscrossing scars. He placed a slow, warm kiss to the indent of that very spot, and the Lithuanian rewarded him with a quiet groan and a small wiggle. Lips curving into a smile, Ivan sat back on his heels. His hands released those hips by letting his fingers uncurl around the curve of them, palms pressing gently as he slid them down over those soft mounds of flesh. Now Toris brought his arms up under his chin, glancing over his shoulder at the Russian.

Those green eyes could take his breath away when they looked at him like that! Emerald, half-lidded, almost hidden by his slightly mussed brunette hair. That hair stuck to Toris’ flushed cheeks, a strand or two clinging to the Lithuanian’s over-chewed and damp lower lip. As beautiful as the perfect backside in his hands was, that face never failed to steal away his focus. One hand lifted, while the other merely raised back up for a press of his fingers. They pushed at Toris’ hip ever so slightly, but the brunette knew what Ivan wanted.

Moving slowly as not to dislodge that hand, Toris bent one knee to turn onto his side. It was tricky, flipping onto his back without forcing Ivan to break contact with his skin. Those fingers drug over his hip and across his abdomen to end up on the opposite hip. Ivan’s smile grew once he beheld his lover face to face. Toris’ chest rose and fell swiftly with each breath, nipples perked with arousal and the chill of the air on his sweat-dampened skin. Ivan pounced, but carefully. His hands held those hips again, lips sealing over his lover’s right nipple.

Slick and hot, his tongue rolled over that little bud of flesh, that erogenous powder keg. The taste was the same, slightly salty skin, but the texture was different to his acutely sensitive tongue. Smooth but bumpy, he rememorized the feeling as he ran the tip of around it. Just as his tongue relented, he captured it gently with his teeth, pinching just enough to remind his lover that he could if he wanted, bring pleasure or pain. And Toris arched into that little nip with another gasp, his fingers sliding into Ivan’s hair as his thighs brushed against the outside of Ivan’s own.

Having mercy, Ivan released the delicate captive from his teeth, though his fingertips were on the offense again. They slid down along Toris’ pelvic muscle. Wrists turned, allowing his nails to scratch lightly at the soft and very responsive skin of Toris’ inner thighs. This would gain Ivan a tightening of the fingers currently tangled into his short, soft blond hair, and a whimper from the Lithuanian. Thighs spread for his assault, and of course with that surrender Ivan would behave again. He turned his hands again, pulling his fingertips back up along those sweat-slick thighs.

Toris was trembling slightly; his body driven to the edge with all of these noncommittal touches, kisses, nips, and licks! But Ivan would move his mouth to the neglected nipple next, giving it the same treatment as the first. Another trace of his tongue, loving the feel of the soft bud against that slick organ, and the resistance between his teeth when he gave another soft bite. The quiet whimper from the back of his lover’s throat was the sweetest sound in the world right now, even though it had haunted his dreams for so very long before this. If he let go now he would open his eyes to his cold, dark room, he just knew it!

Toris was murmuring now, words of love and sweet little pleas for pleasure. They practically tickled Ivan’s ears, as if carried on a gentle wind, as transparent as a ghost’s whispers. But that voice belonged to the Lithuanian alone, husky with lust and then higher with desperation. Toris’ voice reached right down into Ivan’s gut, closing into a fist around the strings at his very core and tugging. He felt his heart skip a beat and his arousal throb at the very same time. It was almost witchcraft! He might have accused Toris of such a thing at one time.

Ivan wondered if Toris would just continue to beg softly until the end of time if Ivan but stayed as still as he could and never advanced. Sex was both intimate and thrilling, but it was regrettably short if you didn’t make it last, draw it out until you couldn’t wait even one second longer to reach fulfillment. Suddenly there were drops of water falling onto his lover’s chest. Ivan frowned, confused and troubled by this unexpected development. His own face felt hot, though streaks of something cold ran down over his cheeks, and he felt his breath hitch.

“Ssshhh…” That amiable voice reached his ears again, and he found his face suddenly pressed into that wet chest. More whispers, sweet wisps in that soothing tone, carrying with it the calming effect that only Toris could have on him. Ivan’s shoulders shook with his quiet sobs, even as his body craved the one below him. Too much, he wanted him too much. The hands once in his hair moved to cup the Russian’s soft cheeks, guiding his face up again. This time his lips met the Lithuanian’s, tasting the salt of tears. His own tears, bitter and lonely. But Toris’ slick tongue traced Ivan’s lower lip, corner to corner, as if he could swallow that sadness whole. Perhaps he could.

He had to have him!

Ivan’s rule wasn’t broken; he touched Toris’ skin with one hand as his other snatched up the lubricant from the bedside dresser. He snapped it open with his thumb and squeezed it out onto his fingers, allowing Toris to wipe away the remaining wetness from his face. His lover’s body welcomed him, thighs parting and back arching. He filled the Lithuanian with his fingers, reveling in the feel of that hot body surrounding them. Toris’ voice was different now; it was breathier and higher pitched than just moments before. Ivan lost all track of time, his body gripped by a constant state of pent up pleasure, waiting for Toris’ long denied body to relax for him. But Ivan could be a very patient man, despite what others thought.

He filled the time with kisses. Slow, lingering kisses, and deeper ones that stole the very breath from his lungs. Toris had been lonely too, wasn’t his body proving that now? When at last he felt his lover’s body accepting all three fingers without resistance, he pulled them back. Desperate, genial pleas of pleasure drove him on as he moved up into place. Toris’ thighs pressed against the sides of his hips, and he felt the Lithuanian’s heels digging in under his supple backside, as if he could just pull the Russian right into him. And Toris would do just that, as both of their voices rose in pleasure when Ivan began to press inside.

Toris was so hot, so tight and unforgiving around Ivan’s most vital of organs. He held him as firmly as did his arms around the Russian’s neck, leaving Ivan with the most complete and overwhelming feeling of wholeness that he had lost long ago. Ivan’s thrusts, when they came, were slow and deep, rolling his back from shoulders to hips, moving the body beneath him with very little effort at all. It was torture, a torment that he never wanted to end.

The fingers of Ivan’s right hand were still covered in lubricant, and he brought them up to wrap around his lover’s long neglected arousal. Toris’ member was impressive really, perfect more like. The perfect length and thickness, and sensitive too! He stroked him slowly at first, wet fingers feeling the raised flesh at the head of it each time he nearly let them slip off. As their pleasure mounted his strokes grew faster, nearly timed with his shortening thrusts.

There was a brief moment of overwhelming panic when Ivan felt himself at his peak, and he gave a sound of sweet anguish as he came. Toris was close behind, shouting Ivan’s name in a voice that was soaked in all the love and affection that they had shared this night. To Ivan’s never ending relief, Toris did not vanish into thin air, and the Russian didn’t wake up in a cold sweat either. Still buried within that panting, trembling body, Ivan gazed down at his spent and panting lover. And Toris turned those green eyes upwards again, meeting Ivan’s gaze through a mess of bangs. Toris’ parted lips broke into a small smile of pure bliss, and he gave a hum of pure contentment broke the synchronized sound of their heavy breaths.

That little sound, that smile, those eyes, the hot skin which almost melted into his own everywhere that they touched. They left Ivan with no doubt in his mind; he had achieved what he had always wished for.

They were one again.