Dominant Nation

4

**With this chapter goes a shout-out to my friend Wopkater, who is sick with a sinus infection. I hope you feel better soon, hun.

Matt was breathing heavily as Russia rose and fell on him, his wrist still throbbing as he held Ivan’s hips to keep him steady. He moaned loudly when Ivan tightened around him, grinding his teeth as he struggled to keep still and let Ivan control the movement.

“That feels good?” Russia panted, tightening his muscles again and smirking a little when Matthew gasped and tossed his head back.

“Yes…” Canada replied. “You…still okay?”

Russia moved down until he was fully seated again, his breath catching when he felt Canada’s hot length twitch inside of him again. “Yes…it…is very different from those times…” he murmured as he rested his hands on Matthew’s shoulders, the pads of his thumbs brushing lightly over the blonde’s collar bone.

“That’s how it should be,” Williams said seriously, running his hands up and down Russia’s sides. “I want you to enjoy this.”

Ivan chuckled, shuddering a little as he started to rise and fall on Matthew’s length again. “It is enjoyable.” He flushed a little, looking down at Canada’s chest. “It…ah…feels good, to have you inside me.”

Matt smiled, resting his injured hand over one of the hands Russia had on his shoulder, turning his head and kissing it. “I’m glad,” he said softly, looking up at the older nation fondly.

Russia was quiet for a long time, simply rising and falling on Matt’s length, gradually increasing the pace until he was bouncing on him roughly. He grinned a little when a swivel of his hips made Matthew cry out, a bead of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose to land on Canada’s chest.

“This is…a little tiring,” Ivan panted, licking the sweat from his upper lip. “Having to…do all the work…like this.”

Canada looked up at him a little dazedly. “Do you want to switch positions?” he panted, wincing a little when he accidentally used his injured wrist to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Braginski gazed at the young nation uncertainly, his heart still pounding as his insides quivered with the need for movement. “I…” He shook his head suddenly, his expression serious when he met Canada’s eyes again. “Yes.”

Reassured by the determination he saw in Russia’s eyes, Matt nodded, sitting up a little and guiding the larger nation off of him. “Lie on your back…”

Stretching out on the mattress, Ivan drew his knees up, watching as Canada applied more lube and stroked it onto his shaft before moving up between his legs. His gaze flicked to Matthew’s arm when he leaned over him, and he felt a stab of guilt when he saw the dark marks already forming on Canada’s wrist. He looked back to Matt’s face, seeing the worried expression there and quirking a brow. “What’s wrong?”

About to press the head of his shaft against Russia’s opening, Canada exhaled slowly. “You sure you’re okay like this?”

“Da,” Ivan replied, lifting his hips a little. “Go inside again.”

Nodding, Matt pushed forward, gasping when he slid back into Russia’s body. “Ah…maple, Ivan…” He shivered when their hips connected, holding still despite the maddening need to thrust.

Russia tugged at the sheets, closing his eyes tightly and arching his back. “Go…move…move more…”

Needing no further encouragement, Canada drew back and plunged inside again, watching Ivan’s face as he did, struggling to keep to a steady rocking motion.

Ivan’s grip in the sheets relaxed, and he eventually opened his eyes, meeting Matt’s gaze and smiling a little when he saw the concern there. “I am not going to break, Matthew,” he chuckled, wrapping a hand around his own shaft and stroking it slowly. “You can go a little faster if you like.”

Nodding, Canada leaned on his good hand, drawing his hips back and thrusting forward, setting a harder, faster pace, his blonde tresses starting to cling to the sweat on his forehead. Shifting his position, he threw his hips forward again, catching his breath when Ivan bucked against him.

Russia’s eyes widened, his breath stilling in his throat when the head of Canada’s shaft bumped something inside of him that sent a surge of pleasure through his entire body. He grabbed onto the younger nation, his fingers digging into Matthew’s back. “What…gah!”

“Found your sweet spot, huh?” Canada panted, shifting his hips again and thrusting forward, smiling a little when Russia cried out and clung harder to him. “D’you want it faster? Harder?”

“Deeper,” Ivan gasped, “more…”

Canada’ brow furrowed in concentration as he buried himself in Russia’s passage again and again, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding against one another as the older nation’s ragged moans and breathless cries started to push him to the edge.

“Harder!” Ivan yowled, his whole body shaking as he buried his face in the crook of Canada’s neck.

Matthew grunted and started driving into him with all his strength, clenching his teeth and gasping sharply when Ivan’s nails raked down his back, crying out when the Russian’s tight passage clamped down on him. He bucked hard, pouring his release into the larger nation’s body just as he felt Ivan’s own seed spatter against his abdomen, beads of sweat and blood tickling Matthew’s skin as they danced down his back.

He dropped onto his elbows, his body flush against Ivan’s as he panted against Braginski’s shoulder. Once his breathing evened out, Matthew pressed an occasional kiss against Ivan’s skin, nuzzling the edge of his jaw. “Are you all right?”

“Da…” the Russian murmured, still catching his breath, his insides clenching and quivering.

Once his softened shaft slid free of Ivan’s passage, Canada shakily got to his feet, leaning against the edge of the bed for almost a full minute as he tried to get his quivering knees to co-operate. Stumbling into the bathroom, he cleaned himself off and then soaked a washcloth in warm water, returning to the bedroom with it, going over to the bed and sitting down on the edge.

Ivan met Canada’s gaze as the young nation cleaned his front, and he reached out, running his hand over Matthew’s cheek.

Startled, Matt almost dropped the cloth, his eyes flicking up to meet Ivan’s gaze.

“You were right,” Russia murmured sleepily, running his fingers through Matthew’s hair. “About this. It was important.” He yawned widely, grunting and rubbing at one eye. “Not just because it was different from the other times. I see now…how honest you are…and how you care…and that I will be safe here, trusting you.”

Stunned, Matthew gazed at him for a long time before leaning forward and wrapping his arms around the older nation, hugging him tightly. “I am going to be everything you need, Ivan,” he said into the Russian’s ear. “For the next seven days…I’m going to be all the things that you’ve ever wanted.”