Tbh, I've always wanted to write closet sex.

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Russia's lips are dry as they always are, but it's a good texture and America can't deny that he enjoys it. He grunts into the kiss when Russia's cold hands slide underneath his shirt, and fingers pinch at his nipples. As Russia runs his fingers along his chest and stomach, America reaches down and rubs at Russia's penis through his pants and feels him harden as he does so. Russia trails wet kisses along America's cheek, and downwards towards his neck, where he pauses and bites down. America grunts at the pain, but doesn't otherwise complain.

The sound of the zipper being undone catches Russia's attention, and he groans, leaning forward as America pulls his cock out and semi-tightly wraps his hand around the base of his cock and gives a slow pump, earning a loud gasp from the other.

America continues to slow jerk Russia off, the duo making eye contact the entire time he does so, and swipes the pad of his thumb over the head of Russia's cock, smearing pre-cum along the length. Russia forcible yanks America's pants down and America releases Russia's erection from his grasp after he does so. Russia kneels down, and runs his fingers along the underside of America's penis, almost too gently. He trails wet kisses along the length, tongue darting out to lick at the salty skin every so often before finally pressing a kiss to the head. He draws in a deep breath, and takes in his entire cock, pushing it as far back into his throat as he could, and gives a hard suck. America bucks his hips, entangling his fingers into Russia's hair and tugs.

Russia bobs his head up and down, tongue licking along the hard, hot skin as he sucks and one hand fondles America's balls. As he gives another hard suck, Russia squeezes his balls a bit too hard and America lets out a loud moan and automatically thrusts forward and Russia chokes a bit at the sudden intrusion. One hand reaches up and pushes America's hips back, and he pulls off, a trail of saliva and pru-cum following.

He stands back up, a brief wave of dizziness overtaking him. The confined space of the closet is starting to smell a lot less like cleaner and more like sex and sweat, it's almost arousing.

"Turn around,"

America does so, placing his hands on the walls as Russia spits into his hand and lathers up his cock the best he can, after all, spit doesn't make a very good lube. He angles America's hips more outwards and aims his cock at America's entrance, and slowly pushes in. There's a little groan of pain coming from the other, and Russia takes enjoyment in it. Once he's nestled in, Russia remains still for a moment, reveling in the heat and tightness of the other, feeling the muscles clench down around him. He runs his fingers along America's lower stomach and slowly draws out, before pushing back in.

As Russia starts to pick up his pace, America reaches down with one hand, while keeping the other planted on the wall and starts to stroke himself in time with Russia's thrusts. He's nearly thrown off balance when Russia starts to go faster, and has to remove his hand for a few moments and re-place it on the hall in order to balance himself again and not fall forward. He pushes back against Russia, re-angling his hips somewhat so Russia strikes against his prostate. Russia tugs lightly at America's hair, sending chills down the others spine.

They're both struggling to remain quiet, but in the end fail as America reaches back down and starts to quickly jerk himself off. He rubs the head of his cock hard, and strokes along the base and pumps, groans as Russia cums. There's a momentary pause as Russia pulls out, and America bites his lower lip as he joins him in jerking him off. It almost hurts, with how tight Russia is gripping him but it doesn't matter.

His moan is too loud as he cums in both their hands, and slumps back.

The clean up is silent, and they fix their clothes. When they stumble out of the closet, Canada is standing right there, with wide eyes and a half open mouth.