The One He Desires

The One He Desires

It had always been like that, he couldn't stop thinking about him, he couldn't stop staring at him. His master always had a mysterious power over him. No matter what happened, no matter what Ivan did to him, Toris would never leave him, because their lives were bound together. He always obeyed his master, even if treated badly, and never complained. Because everything Ivan did was always right, and if his master was happy then he also was happy.

“Please, remove my boots.” Said Russia sitting on his bed. He'd just returned from hunting, and as usual expected Lithuania to help him undress.

Toris knelt before his master and took off one of his shoes, than did the same with the other one.

“Now remove my socks.”

This time Liet was a bit surprised, because usually Ivan took off the socks himself, but he wouldn't dare to hesitate so he helped him.

When socks were of, he couldn't stop staring at his master's feet. They were big, but Toris found them strangely attractive. He still knelt before Russia, and kept his eyes focused on those tempting legs, like hypnotised.

“What are thinking about, Toris? Do you want to kiss them?” Ivan chuckled seeing Lithuania's hungry eyes.

“Oh... I'm sorry, master. Do you want me to help you remove the coat?” Liet blushed and shivered at the same time.

“I asked you a question, do you want to kiss my feet?” Now Russia sounded more serious then before.

“Y... yes.” Toris replied, blushing even more. He didn't say that because he was afraid of his master. He said that because he wouldn't dare to lie.

“So I allow you to do it.”

At first Liet wasn't sure what he should do, and he just knelt there, still staring. However Russia waited patiently and lifted his left leg slightly, encouraging Toris to do as he wished. Slowly, Lithuania bent down and placed his lips against the soft skin of Ivan's foot. He kissed it gently in the middle, then went higher and higher and higher, leaving the sweet trail of kisses. Then he took the leg into his hands, lifted it even more and started kissing the other side of the foot. He closed his eyes and let his own desire lead him. Hungry for more, he licked the underside of Russia's foot, not feeling repulsed at all. He continued until it was soaked in his saliva, and took the toe into his mouth. He sucked it like a lollipop, caressing the rest of the foot at the same time.
When he realised what he was doing, he stopped and looked at his master who turned out to be slightly flushed.

“I'm sorry, master, I don't know what's got into me.” Toris explained, shivering.

“Don't apologise, I'm glad you decided to be honest at last.” Ivan smiled sweetly. “Come here.” He instructed Liet to get closer. “Do you really think I didn't know about your feelings? Do you think I didn't noticed the way you looked at me?”

Their faces were so close to each other, they almost touched. Russia stroked Lithuania's cheek and placed a light kiss on his lips, leaving Toris totally dumbfounded.

“Help me remove my coat.” Whispered Ivan, still touching Liet's face gently.

Toris nodded in silence and did what he was told, not knowing there was more to come.

“Now remove my shirt.” Ordered Russia with a grin.

With shaky hands Lithuania undid the buttons, revealing Ivan's smooth skin, and muscular abdomen. He found himself hypnotised again, he couldn't stop staring at the deliciously looking body.

“Don't be so shy, Toris.” Said Ivan, taking his shirt of. “I know you want to touch me, to kiss me. You don't have to hold back any more.” He leaned on his elbows.

The first kiss was placed on Russia's neck, then on each of his nipples, then on the rest of his chest, on his abdomen. Then his fly was opened by his servant's shaky hands, and his underwear lowered, revealing soft blond curls, and pink penis which was already hard.

“Do you want me?” Asked Ivan in a husky voice.

“Yes.” Whispered Toris and inhaled the intimate scent of Russia's lower regions.

Lithuania licked the penis twice, and took it to his mouth. He sucked it the same way he sucked the toe earlier, but this time he did it with more force. The sounds Ivan was making indicated clearly that the pleasure was growing very fast so Toris kept going until Russia told him to stop. Lithuania raised his head slightly, watching how his saliva was glistening on his master's member, and looked Ivan into the eyes.

“Please, remove your shirt.” Russia whimpered, and got rid of the rest of his clothes. He waited for Toris to fulfil his order, and gave him further instructions. “Take the oil from the drawer.”

Liet gulped nervously when he realised what Ivan wanted him to do, but obeyed. He was already very hard and watching his master laying naked on the bed, with his ass on the edge, and his legs spread wide, made it only worse.

“Do you desire me, Toris? Do you want to be one with me?” Whispered Russia, breathing quickly.

“I desire you, master. I want to feel you, to be in you.” Liet poured some oil onto his fingers, and knelt between Ivan's spread thights.

He focused his gaze on Russia's puckered entrance, and watched with fascination how it clenched and unclenched. It was so tiny, he wondered how would his member fit in, he really had to prepare it first. He brushed the opening with his oiled finger, and noticed that it contracted, it almost looked as if it was winking at him. Very gently he inserted one thumb into it, and when he realised how easily it went in, he added the other thumb, stretching the entrance slightly. It seemed more flexible than he thought it would be.

“In me! Put your dick in me!” Ivan almost begged. “Do it!”

There was no point in hesitating or waiting any longer. Toris unzipped his trousers, and lubed his large penis. He leaned over his master and guided himself into the small entrance. He slid easily in, although it was still very tight.

Russia moaned both in pleasure and pain, and raised his legs more, encircling his lover's waist. Liet groaned and moved, slowly at first, trying not to hurt his master, but soon he realised that Ivan is so lost in ecstasy that he wouldn't mind it to get more rough, so he started the faster pace. He was more forceful with every thrust, and considering the moans, Ivan seemed to really like it. Soon Toris found himself banging his master so hard and violently that the bed hit the wall with every push.

“I want it rough, Toris. I want it very very rough.” Whimpered Russia, and grabbed a handful of sheets above his head.

Now Liet was fucking him like a wild, sex deprived caveman. He bruised Ivan's hip with one hand, and the other one he placed on his throat. If a stranger came into the room and saw them like that, he would think that Toris was some kind of a psycho raping the poor guy brutally, but their intercourse was far from rape. The thrusts were so forceful that all the paintings fell of the wall, when the bed was hitting it over and over again, but Russia liked it that way, and he was so aroused that soon he came, without even having his penis touched.

“I love you, master!” Moaned Toris and came as well, spilling all his seed into his lover's body.

“Stay in me.” Ivan embraced Lithuania and held him close to him. He knew he would be sore, and that he may even bleed a little, but he didn't care about it right now.

“I've always desired you.” Whispered Lithuania, and laid in bed with his master for as long as he wanted him to.