Dominant Nation

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“I thought we were going to have sex,” Ivan said in a perturbed tone, not sure what to expect from the young nation now that Matthew had brought him to orgasm already.

Matthew quirked a brow, looking over from where he was rummaging in the top drawer of his dresser. “We are.”

Russia pulled the pillow out from under his hips and tossed it aside, sitting up. “What was all this about, then?” he indicated the empty mug on the bedside table with a jerk of his thumb.

Canada offered up a coy smile, pulling a bottle of lubricant and a smooth navy blue dildo out of the top drawer. “You were enjoying what I was doing, so I kept going,” he said plainly.

Ivan eyed the items in Matthew’s hands. “What are those for?”

“For you.”

“Why?” Braginski asked as he carefully removed his scarf, folding it carefully and gently setting it down on the night stand on the other side of the bed.

Canada sat down on the edge of the mattress, giving Ivan a look of genuine offense. “What, you think I’m just going to throw some lube on and jump in?”

Russia glared at him in frustration. “Why not?!”

Matt’s tone was stern. “Because I’d hurt you.”

“I’m used to it,” Ivan growled, looking away.

Setting the items down on the mattress, Canada sighed and shook his head. “This is why it’s important for me to top you once before we get into the other stuff. Here, lie down with me for a sec.”

Matthew climbed onto the bed and guided Russia down onto his back, with Ivan’s head resting on one of the pillows. Stretching out beside him, Canada leaned his chin on one hand, stroking Ivan’s chest with the other. “Ivan…bottoming isn’t supposed to be painful. I understand that since you’ve never bottomed willingly, pain is what you’re accustomed to. And I can tell that you’re dreading this.” Canada gazed at the larger nation, gently stroking Russia’s side. “That’s why it’s important for you to be honest with me too,” he murmured.

“Honest about what?” Ivan muttered, not looking at him.

“If at any point I start causing you pain, tell me.” Sitting up, Matt leaned on one hand, gazing down Ivan seriously and brushing some of the sweat-dampened silver locks back from his face.

Ivan nodded idly, not really paying attention. It was going to hurt; he’d already come to that conclusion. Russia just wanted this part over with so he could get what he’d come here for in the first place.

“Ivan,” Matthew said seriously, leaning over him and looking straight down at his face, forcing the Russian to meet his eyes. “I’m not just spouting niceties here. If something I’m doing hurts, I want you to tell me. I don’t want you clinging to this whole ‘tough guy’ façade, dismissing your own discomfort under some ludicrous notion that mentioning it makes you look weak.”

The older nation glared at him. Eventually he sighed harshly, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, his brow creasing. “Canada…”

“Matthew.”

“Matthew…” Ivan was quiet for a moment before continuing. “You are asking me to change my whole way of thinking, as if I can just switch it on and off,” he said seriously, lowering his hand and looking up at the younger nation again.

“No, I’m not,” Williams said softly. “I don’t expect you to change your way of thinking at all. What I’m asking for is basic communication. I’m asking for you to be open with me…at least enough to tell me when you’re in pain. I like to think that I’m pretty perceptive, but I’m not psychic, and I’m by no means perfect.” He stretched out on his side again, kissing Russia’s temple and then giving the older nation a reassuring smile, stroking his cheek. “Ivan…even the most vicious guard dog yelps when his paw gets stepped on.”

Braginski gazed at Canada for a long time, trying valiantly to find some hint of deception in the young nation’s eyes or face, something he could seize and turn on the boy. Some tiny indication of ulterior motives that he could cling to and use to justify staying guarded. When he found nothing, he cringed and turned his head, putting a hand over his eyes.

“I…will try.”

Leaning over, Matthew kissed Ivan’s temple, his voice soft. “That’s all I ask. Thank you.”

Russia nodded silently, letting his hand fall back to the bed. Everything inside of him screamed that he shouldn’t be surrendering like this… He watched Matthew squeezing some lubricant out onto his fingers, tensing and looking away when the young nation moved up between his legs.

A faint shudder ran through Russia’s body when Canada’s lips brushed along his inner thigh, running down to the crease where it met his groin, the slide of Matt’s tongue there giving rise to a pleasurable quiver. Russia’s breath hitched sharply when Matthew repeated the action on the other side, his abdomen tensing when Canada started to suck and nibble at the rise of his hip. He twitched at the first touch of cool gel against his anus, his fingers winding into the coverlet again as he clenched his eyes closed.

Watching carefully, Matthew saw the flush of humiliation on the larger nation’s face and slowly rubbed the lubricant into the sensitive flesh. He knew that this was a hurdle he had to help Ivan pass, even if they didn’t do anything after tonight. Perhaps it was selfish, but he wanted to be the one to show the older nation that sex was something intimate that should be enjoyed, not used as a method of torture.

However, when he saw how tightly Ivan was clenching his teeth, Canada stopped, picking up the bottle of lubricant and holding it out. “Here…I want you to do it first. Use as much as you need.”

Blinking his eyes open, Russia lifted his head, frowning in confusion as he took the bottle and looked at it. “What…do what?”

“Finger yourself for a little bit.” Matthew flicked his tongue over Ivan’s knee, a warm smile crossing his face. “It lets you control the pace, plus I get to watch.”

Ivan held the lube in one hand, gazing at Canada uncertainly. “Why…would you want to watch that?”

Matthew tilted his head slightly, then grinned, his eyes narrowing a little as he started nibbling on the knee he’d been licking at. “Oh, so you’ve never fingered yourself before…”

Russia scowled. “Why would I?”

“Because it feels really good,” Canada purred, moving to lick at the other knee. “And I want to watch, because it turns me on to see my partner enjoying himself. That’s why I kept going with the hot chocolate before.”

“O…oh…” Leaning up onto his elbows, Ivan looked at the blonde uncertainly, then down at the lube in his hand, making a noise of puzzlement. “How…do I go about it?”

Matthew flopped onto his back with his head on one of the pillows, smiling affectionately and motioning to the headboard. “Best way, I find, is to get on your knees and put one hand there…” He watched as Russia turned over, following his instructions with a rather awkward expression, finding it strangely cute.

“I put a lot of lube down there already, but feel free to use more if you like. I’ve got more.” Matthew smiled up at Russia, who was holding the headboard with one hand and looking down at him self-consciously. “Now, reach back with your free hand and play a little back there. Rub the lube in, and when you feel confident enough, try dipping the tip of one finger inside. You’ll find it’s easier if you relax your muscles.”

Ivan nodded absently, closing his eyes as he reached back, tilting his hips a little as he touched the pad of his middle finger against the slicked flesh. He began to rub the pad of his finger back and forth over it, his breaths hitching at the sensation. It…did feel oddly good. Biting his lip, he forced himself to relax, applying a little pressure, feeling an irrepressible sense of curiousity. Curving his finger, he began to push the tip inward, exhaling in a short rush and then drawing the tip of the digit out again before taking a deep breath and pushing in a little further. “Mm…”

Utterly transfixed, Matt watched the changing nuances of Russia’s expression, reaching down and stroking himself slowly. England was adorable when he fingered himself, America was sexy, but Russia was utterly picturesque, a beautiful union of eroticism and contradiction.

“How does it feel?” he asked before he could stop himself.

“Ah…odd,” Ivan confessed, licking his lips as he withdrew the digit and then slid it in deep, shuddering and groaning softly. “Strange, but…not unpleasant…”

Matt smiled, watching him with profound desire in his sapphire eyes. “Try wiggling it around inside, just a little,” he breathed.

Russia flushed a little, still trying to get used to being watched while doing something of this nature. He did as Canada had suggested, gasping sharply and almost doubling over. “Oh god-” he rasped, his fingers digging into the headboard.

Matthew’s eyelids drooped, giving him a rather sultry expression as he gazed up at the older nation. “Do what feels good, Ivan…pleasure looks so good on you…”

Ivan cleared his throat, stealing a glance at Canada’s face. The desire he saw there was…well, it was starting to convince him that the young nation was being honest with his compliments. Sliding his finger free, Russia took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he pushed at his opening with two fingers, closing his eyes as the ring of muscle gradually spread to accommodate them.

Stroking himself slowly, Canada watched as Russia’s head drooped lower and his knees parted a little more, his breaths hitching. Taking the lube, he coated the smooth dildo he’d brought over to the bed, which was about as wide as two fingers, and offered it to the larger nation. “Would you like to try this?”

Opening his eyes, Ivan hesitated for a moment, then slid his fingers out of himself and took the item. It took a moment to get it situated, but once the tip was resting against his anus, he pressed it in a little, turning his head and resting his forehead against his arm as he drew a shuddering breath and pushed it in a little more. He could feel himself stretching wider, and once he’d gotten the first two inches in, he pushed it in the rest of the way, panting as the firm length of it rested inside of him.

Russia moaned wantonly as he thrust the dildo in and out, panting shallowly and digging his teeth into his arm. He pushed the dildo as deep as it would go, holding it there, his whole body trembling.

Matthew could feel the sweat running down his temples as he coated his shaft with lube, already on edge just from watching Russia playing with himself. “Ivan,” he called softly after a few minutes, reaching up and petting the older nation’s side. “Do you want to try riding me?”

Opening his eyes, Braginski blinked at Canada blearily, still holding the dildo in place. “Huh?”

“Do you want to straddle me and use me instead of the dildo?”

Again, Russia gave the young nation a searching look, although it wasn’t for as long as it had been before. Sliding the dildo out and tossing it aside, Ivan moved over, straddling Matthew’s waist and positioning himself cautiously, tensing when the blonde’s hands came to rest on his hips. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you keep your balance,” Matt said honestly, moving one hand to hold his shaft steady. When Ivan eventually calmed, Canada spoke encouragingly. “Just keep your body relaxed…and when you feel ready…try lowering yourself onto it.” He stroked the hollow of Ivan’s hip bone with the pad of his thumb, his own breaths uneven as he gazed up at the larger nation. “I’ll stay completely still. There’s no rush…take as long as you need.”

Braginski rested his hands on the young nation’s shoulders, intently examining the boy’s expression. He’d expected to see some sort of smugness there, satisfaction that he’d put the largest nation on Earth in such a vulnerable position, but there was none. Canada’s azure eyes held something reassuring, although Ivan couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He nodded a little, drawing a deep breath and letting it out slowly, forcing himself to relax. After a full minute, he dropped his gaze to focus on Matthew’s chest as he carefully lowered himself onto the young nation’s stiff length.

Both nations gasped when the head slid inside, and Canada grabbed a fistful of sheets, his breaths coming faster as he watched Ivan’s face for any sign of discomfort. “Don’t rush yourself,” he murmured, shuddering as he kept completely still, the head of shaft enveloped in the intense heat of Ivan’s body.

Russia groaned, lowering himself a little more, his breathing quick and uneven. Once he was fully seated, he dug his fingers into Matt’s shoulders, panting steadily as he felt Canada’s shaft twitch inside of him. Ivan jumped in startlement when something brushed his cheek, and he lifted his head a little, blinking down at Matthew, who was looking up at him with a gentle smile, despite the fact that his expression was strained from the effort of staying completely still.

“Are you all right?” Canada asked softly, one hand resting on Ivan’s hip while the other hand ran through Russia’s hair, brushing it back from his face.

The older nation felt an odd sense of confusion at the question. “It doesn’t hurt...you staying still is helpful…”

Matt shook his head, running his fingers over Russia’s damp forehead and then letting them rest on Ivan’s temple. “I meant here,” he said, tapping the spot gently, then moving his hand down to touch Russia’s chest. “And in here.”

Braginski cringed, taking firm hold of Canada’s wrist and removing the boy’s hand from his chest. His eyes darkened as he met Matthew’s gaze, and he squeezed the younger nation’s wrist until the gentle smile was replaced with a faint grimace of pain.

“What would you do if I said no?” he hissed.

Canada remained motionless, not looking away from Russia’s eyes. “I would stop,” he said honestly, “and wait until the answer was yes.”

“And what if the answer was never yes?”

Matthew swallowed hard, his breaths catching as his hand started going numb. “I…I would…m-maple, Ivan, I can’t think with you doing that,” he rasped, reaching for Ivan’s arm with his free hand, crying out and jerking it back when Russia squeezed so hard he swore the bones were grinding together.

“Answer the question,” Russia hissed, relaxing his grip a fraction. He could feel the young nation’s erection softening inside of him; however, he refused to relent.

Feeling a tear streak down his temple as his head fell back to the pillow, Canada swallowed hard, gripping the sheets tightly in his free hand. “I’d…regret this. I’d regret trying to help you this way, I’d ask myself if it was worth it to try and help you get over your past...” His breaths came shorter as he tried frantically to express himself now that he was under duress. “S-sex shouldn’t be torture…it…it’s supposed to mean something.”

Matt jerked his hand away when Ivan let go, feeling a tear run over his other temple as he cradled his injured wrist against his chest, drawing a quivering breath through his teeth. He’d need to ice it later…

Canada blinked up at the older nation when he felt Ivan brushing the tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“You are such an idealist, Matthew,” Russia sighed, a wistful smile crossing his face. “But…you are honest.” He swallowed hard, running his hand over Canada’s shoulder, exploring Matthew’s chest when the young nation moved his hands. “It is so hard for me to trust others. And…” Russia paused, meeting Canada’s eyes, “…if it weren’t for the honesty in your eyes and face…and your voice…I would stop this. What we are doing.”

Letting his injured hand rest on the coverlet, Matthew looked up at Russia seriously, trying to read his expression. “So…are you all right, Ivan? Because whether or not we go any further is up to you.”

Ivan nodded. “I am fine.”