Sorry to the mods, but if you could kindly delete the unspaced one above?
WARNING: Although Mattie is high school, Ivan's constant use of the word "young" might make it seem shota-y
It’s kind of ironic that Ivan’s such a strict Catholic, waking up early for mass every day, fasting during Lent. Even going so far as becoming a principal at a Catholic school.
It’s all kind of funny, because right now he has one of his students, one of his young students, in his lap panting and gasping in between kisses. Ivan has already opened his shirt and laid a trail of bruises along that pale column of neck. The green tie and navy jacket, standard issue for any student, are tossed somewhere Ivan doesn’t know; probably near the doorway to the living room, as he was desperate to feel that warm skin as soon as Matthew walked in.
Right as Ivan feels the hips in his grip start to gyrate, he forces Matthew back. “That’s enough for today,” he says, a little breathless himself.
Yes, Ivan is a religious man. And yes, Ivan tends to forget that from time to time. And Matthew is quite the temptation, muscles both relaxed and tensed, pupils now blown and hair messed like he’s already been fucked. When Ivan dares to glances down, Matthew’s pants are tented. He closes his eyes and prays for strength. He thinks of the number of Hail Mary’s he’ll have to do (not that he exactly regrets his actions to this point. He thinks nothing wrong with taking a man to bed; but a man, not a boy, and oh, he’s definitely going to hell for his thoughts alone).
“You can stay,” Ivan gives him a little shove. “But you’ll need to find somewhere else to sit.”
“No.”
Ivan raises an eyebrow. Matthew is always well-behaved, always listens to authority. The one time he didn’t was a couple months back: when he kissed Ivan despite his protests; when Ivan gave in to sin, gave in to Matthew; and he withdrew, horrified of what he had done, yet Matthew looked as pleased as punch.
“I’m staying,” Matthew repeats, pulling close until Ivan can feel a hardness against his abdomen. “Right here,” Matthew gasps, beginning to jerk his hips in earnest.
Ivan opens his mouth to object; instead, one long moan comes out as Matthew has firmly latched his mouth to Ivan’s neck.
“Matthew... oh, Matthew.” Ivan swats his behind. “Matthew, stop!”
And he does draw back, just a tad, enough to whisper in Ivan’s ear. “You’ve sent me away horny and desperate so many often, this time,” – a grind – “I’m staying.”
There’s a kind of resolution in Matthew’s eyes that Ivan knows he can’t compete with. “Fine.” He drops his hands from Matthew. “Just don’t expect me to participate.”
As if to make a show of it all, he reaches to the side table, extracting his family’s old Bible. It’s far too big to hold, and Matthew’s made himself home in Ivan’s lap; so he leaves it on the table, leaning over to read it.
Matthew snorts. “You think that’ll stop me?” Cleary Ivan’s feigned disinterest is not a deterrent, as Matthew shifts his legs back, straddling a muscular thigh. Bracing himself against sturdy shoulders, he begins humping that thigh zealously.
“Are you kidding me?” Ivan looks down at him, though however childish the act may be, Matthew’s open face and heaving breaths are too much stimulation against Ivan’s resolve.
He tries reading. The Book of Matthew, so Ivan quickly flips on. He garners something about perseverance and eternal damnation, but the heat on his thigh and moaning blonde are overstimulation. He watches as Matthew comes in his pants, head tossed back, hair like a halo around his head.
Here there’s a real life angel and Ivan is wasting his precious time with some book. Before Matthew can regain his breath, Ivan’s kissing him again. He murmurs, “bedroom”, and even in his dazed state, Matthew’s eyes widen and he nods.
Upstairs, Ivan draws the blinds and they undress fully. This is the first time they’ve been naked in front of each other; Ivan is reminded again of just how young Matthew is. His little student on the other hand, just stares, wide-mouth. Any bit of reservation Ivan has is gone when he realizes how much he’s wanted. And if Matthew wants to rebel against his father and the Holy Father, Ivan will at least be gentle with the boy.
Ivan invites Matthew to the bed, who follows with a hushed, “Can I touch?”
“Of course.” And Matthew does, stroking the muscles made hard from years of work. He tangles a hand in Ivan’s chest hair. He uses this opportunity to search for ticklish, sensitive spots.
And finally, Matthew’s made his way to the meat of the matter, huge and curved and dripping. He brings his hand to make a fist around it, stops right before. Licks his lips.
“You can touch,” warns Ivan. “But don’t use your mouth. I mean it.”
Matthew seems to heed this advice. He draws down the foreskin with one hand, fondles the exposed tip with fingers of the other. Surely he’s masturbated before; yet Matthew approaches the cock like this is his first time. And it drives Ivan crazy.
The gobs coat Matthew’s hands. Before Ivan has recovered enough to check him, Matthew is licking off the mess.
Ivan reaches up to pull Matthew down, wanting to cuddle him. Then Matthew says what Ivan already feels, “I’m hard again.”
He presses a kiss to that blonde head and flips them over so Ivan is towering over the smaller body.
“What can I do?” he murmurs, hoping Matthew will agree to a blowjob. However, he holds his hand and whispers, “your fingers.” It’s a rush Ivan never wished for.
He reaches towards the end table, grasping the bottle of lube. “One finger,” he consents.
“No, three.” Matthew is already twitching in anticipation.
“One,” Ivan says, and silences Matthew with a smooth push in. It’s only the tip, but already Ivan has to kiss his face and pet his arm and try to relax Matthew.
With the slow loosening of muscles, Ivan nudges his index finger further. He hits the sphincter and Matthew tenses again. He thrusts and waits and when Matthew is welcoming once more, he goes on, knowing it will be easier now.
Matthew seems unsure of what action to take. While he bears down on that finger, he also cants his hips up, cock seeking some kind of friction. A reach-around solves that problem, and soon Matthew is yelling Ivan’s name.
Afterwards, after Ivan has cleaned them up, and they’re under the covers, and he has Matthew close, a silence – not oppressive, but welcoming – settles in the room.
Matthew breaks it. “Set the alarm,” he says. “I want a nap.”
Ivan complies, and as he does so, asks, “What time are you expected home?”
“After church, I ran off with the other kids before doubling back.” Matthew smirks. “My dad thinks I’m at a Bible study right now and that I’ll be back for the family dinner.”
Ivan moans. “You’re determined to get me into Hell, aren’t you?”
Matthew leans up for a sweet kiss. “At least you won’t be alone.”
Holy shiznits, anon. I love RusCan, and I never expected to see this filled. I was looking for another fill when I stumbled across this, and I'm so so so so glad I did. I half wish this wasn't an anon meme so I could find out what else you've written; this was fantastic!
Oh hey!!! Sorry I was so late in replying to this absolutely sweet message!! I was just organizing my links and this comment completely bowled me over! I did de-anon it on tumblr, but I don't know the kink meme's rules for including links or usernames? But perhaps if you search for CanRus you might be able to find it awhiles back under "Oops I de-anoned". Thanks again!!!!
Of course not! I'm actually rather all in a blushing mess that you took my comment that deeply to heart! (I really, reeeeally enjoyed that.) I'm not sure of the rules on that either, so I don't want to assume...I couldn't find it. Oh well. :c Still, know that this is bookmarked so hard. <3
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Canada/Russia: Thy Worship
(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 04:32 am (UTC)(link)WARNING: Although Mattie is high school, Ivan's constant use of the word "young" might make it seem shota-y
It’s kind of ironic that Ivan’s such a strict Catholic, waking up early for mass every day, fasting during Lent. Even going so far as becoming a principal at a Catholic school.
It’s all kind of funny, because right now he has one of his students, one of his young students, in his lap panting and gasping in between kisses. Ivan has already opened his shirt and laid a trail of bruises along that pale column of neck. The green tie and navy jacket, standard issue for any student, are tossed somewhere Ivan doesn’t know; probably near the doorway to the living room, as he was desperate to feel that warm skin as soon as Matthew walked in.
Right as Ivan feels the hips in his grip start to gyrate, he forces Matthew back. “That’s enough for today,” he says, a little breathless himself.
Yes, Ivan is a religious man. And yes, Ivan tends to forget that from time to time. And Matthew is quite the temptation, muscles both relaxed and tensed, pupils now blown and hair messed like he’s already been fucked. When Ivan dares to glances down, Matthew’s pants are tented. He closes his eyes and prays for strength. He thinks of the number of Hail Mary’s he’ll have to do (not that he exactly regrets his actions to this point. He thinks nothing wrong with taking a man to bed; but a man, not a boy, and oh, he’s definitely going to hell for his thoughts alone).
“You can stay,” Ivan gives him a little shove. “But you’ll need to find somewhere else to sit.”
“No.”
Ivan raises an eyebrow. Matthew is always well-behaved, always listens to authority. The one time he didn’t was a couple months back: when he kissed Ivan despite his protests; when Ivan gave in to sin, gave in to Matthew; and he withdrew, horrified of what he had done, yet Matthew looked as pleased as punch.
“I’m staying,” Matthew repeats, pulling close until Ivan can feel a hardness against his abdomen. “Right here,” Matthew gasps, beginning to jerk his hips in earnest.
Ivan opens his mouth to object; instead, one long moan comes out as Matthew has firmly latched his mouth to Ivan’s neck.
“Matthew... oh, Matthew.” Ivan swats his behind. “Matthew, stop!”
And he does draw back, just a tad, enough to whisper in Ivan’s ear. “You’ve sent me away horny and desperate so many often, this time,” – a grind – “I’m staying.”
There’s a kind of resolution in Matthew’s eyes that Ivan knows he can’t compete with. “Fine.” He drops his hands from Matthew. “Just don’t expect me to participate.”
As if to make a show of it all, he reaches to the side table, extracting his family’s old Bible. It’s far too big to hold, and Matthew’s made himself home in Ivan’s lap; so he leaves it on the table, leaning over to read it.
Matthew snorts. “You think that’ll stop me?” Cleary Ivan’s feigned disinterest is not a deterrent, as Matthew shifts his legs back, straddling a muscular thigh. Bracing himself against sturdy shoulders, he begins humping that thigh zealously.
“Are you kidding me?” Ivan looks down at him, though however childish the act may be, Matthew’s open face and heaving breaths are too much stimulation against Ivan’s resolve.
He tries reading. The Book of Matthew, so Ivan quickly flips on. He garners something about perseverance and eternal damnation, but the heat on his thigh and moaning blonde are overstimulation. He watches as Matthew comes in his pants, head tossed back, hair like a halo around his head.
Here there’s a real life angel and Ivan is wasting his precious time with some book. Before Matthew can regain his breath, Ivan’s kissing him again. He murmurs, “bedroom”, and even in his dazed state, Matthew’s eyes widen and he nods.
Upstairs, Ivan draws the blinds and they undress fully. This is the first time they’ve been naked in front of each other; Ivan is reminded again of just how young Matthew is. His little student on the other hand, just stares, wide-mouth. Any bit of reservation Ivan has is gone when he realizes how much he’s wanted. And if Matthew wants to rebel against his father and the Holy Father, Ivan will at least be gentle with the boy.
Ivan invites Matthew to the bed, who follows with a hushed, “Can I touch?”
“Of course.” And Matthew does, stroking the muscles made hard from years of work. He tangles a hand in Ivan’s chest hair. He uses this opportunity to search for ticklish, sensitive spots.
And finally, Matthew’s made his way to the meat of the matter, huge and curved and dripping. He brings his hand to make a fist around it, stops right before. Licks his lips.
“You can touch,” warns Ivan. “But don’t use your mouth. I mean it.”
Matthew seems to heed this advice. He draws down the foreskin with one hand, fondles the exposed tip with fingers of the other. Surely he’s masturbated before; yet Matthew approaches the cock like this is his first time. And it drives Ivan crazy.
The gobs coat Matthew’s hands. Before Ivan has recovered enough to check him, Matthew is licking off the mess.
Ivan reaches up to pull Matthew down, wanting to cuddle him. Then Matthew says what Ivan already feels, “I’m hard again.”
He presses a kiss to that blonde head and flips them over so Ivan is towering over the smaller body.
“What can I do?” he murmurs, hoping Matthew will agree to a blowjob. However, he holds his hand and whispers, “your fingers.” It’s a rush Ivan never wished for.
He reaches towards the end table, grasping the bottle of lube. “One finger,” he consents.
“No, three.” Matthew is already twitching in anticipation.
“One,” Ivan says, and silences Matthew with a smooth push in. It’s only the tip, but already Ivan has to kiss his face and pet his arm and try to relax Matthew.
With the slow loosening of muscles, Ivan nudges his index finger further. He hits the sphincter and Matthew tenses again. He thrusts and waits and when Matthew is welcoming once more, he goes on, knowing it will be easier now.
Matthew seems unsure of what action to take. While he bears down on that finger, he also cants his hips up, cock seeking some kind of friction. A reach-around solves that problem, and soon Matthew is yelling Ivan’s name.
Afterwards, after Ivan has cleaned them up, and they’re under the covers, and he has Matthew close, a silence – not oppressive, but welcoming – settles in the room.
Matthew breaks it. “Set the alarm,” he says. “I want a nap.”
Ivan complies, and as he does so, asks, “What time are you expected home?”
“After church, I ran off with the other kids before doubling back.” Matthew smirks. “My dad thinks I’m at a Bible study right now and that I’ll be back for the family dinner.”
Ivan moans. “You’re determined to get me into Hell, aren’t you?”
Matthew leans up for a sweet kiss. “At least you won’t be alone.”
Re: Canada/Russia: Thy Worship
(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Canada/Russia: Thy Worship
(Anonymous) 2013-12-22 09:10 am (UTC)(link)I love RusCan, and I never expected to see this filled. I was looking for another fill when I stumbled across this, and I'm so so so so glad I did. I half wish this wasn't an anon meme so I could find out what else you've written; this was fantastic!
Re: Canada/Russia: Thy Worship (Writer!Anon)
(Anonymous) 2014-04-25 03:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: Canada/Russia: Thy Worship (Writer!Anon)
(Anonymous) 2014-05-12 01:54 am (UTC)(link)I'm not sure of the rules on that either, so I don't want to assume...I couldn't find it. Oh well. :c Still, know that this is bookmarked so hard. <3