Look at me, making more stories when I have others to update. This particular sort of AU strikes my fancy. I'll be updating it every Thursday that Jail Bird isn't being updated. Hope you like it!

WARNINGS FOR: Sexual situations, anal sex, etc...

The entire place was rank with drugs and booze and musty smoke. Weed or tobacco, the poison was the patron's to pick. Up on stage, band after band rattled off and on, punk or grunge or metal, whatever struck their fancy. There was an array of music up, but none of it dared to stray outside those three categories for fear of angering the bar patrons.

Alfred's performance had just finished, his chest heaving as he stepped off stage and glanced around, watching as everyone cheered for his singing, his guitar playing. He rubbed at his plaid overshirt, pulling it tight around him as he experienced a chill from the door right behind the stage for players to run out and smoke- not that anyone really tended to smoke outside at all.

Glancing at the bar, the blond noticed someone who hadn't even deigned to turn around and watch his performance. This did not sit well with him. It was the same one he'd noticed had only so much as glanced at other bands- but his own? Not even a glance? Intrigued, he slunk up behind him and jumped onto the barstool beside his dark form. "Hey, buddy. Enjoying the shows?"

The rather large man turned his amethyst eyes, caked and concealed with black makeup towards the young vocalist. He gave him a once over before turning his attention back towards his drink, clearly uninterested. Most of his body was encased within dark, black clothing, the skin that did show covered with dark tattoos. He pressed his cigarette back to his pale lips for a moment before inhaling the smoke, muttering lowly, "None of the bands particularly interest me. I'm here more for the alcohol than anything."

Alfred was instantly attracted to him. Everything about this man sung 'good fuck,' and not only that, he looked like he was playing hard-to-get. "Not even mine? Come on, you know you've got to like at least some of them. I saw you looking up at a few other bands. Not mine?" The vocalist scooted his barstool closer and leaned against the bar, ordering a beer. "What music are you into?"

"Very heavy metal, something your band didn't even seem to share a common element with," the man replied, nearly grunting his response. "Honestly, of all of the bands that have played tonight, I think I found yours the least to my interests. Your voice...it sounds too happy for the despair the lyrics you sang contained. Didn't seem to match the vibe you were shooting for." He took another whiff of the cigarette, tapping his black fingernails against the counter once. He still didn't look at Alfred.

Alfred's chest tightened and he sneered. "Yeah, like you actually know any good music. Heavy metal's bullshit, you can't even hear what they're fucking saying." Alfred didn't know why he felt so offended. Maybe it was because the man hadn't even been listening. He swiped off his squared glasses and rubbed at the lenses, then the piece of tape that held them together in the middle. "It's not like you could sing any better."

"I don't have to sing better. It's simply my opinion, kid. Go be offended elsewhere. I'm sure there are plenty of other people in this room who loved your act, go bug them." The man didn't even waste his time glancing at the boy. He took a shot of his drink, slamming his glass on the table.

"Everyone loved my act. Everyone but you." And he intended on getting the man to love it. "Tell me your name, Ruski. I'm Alfred. You can call me 'oh god' when you're screaming tonight." He didn't care if the man wasn't gay, he would have him.

It was then that the man turned his light lavender eyes towards the blond. His left eyebrow was pierced once, along with his left nostril. He cocked his pierced eyebrow as he replied, "Ivan Braginsky. What makes you think I'm gay? What makes you think I'm even the slightest bit interested in fucking you, or worse, getting fucked by you...if that's what you mean by your words."

"Does it even matter if you're gay? I could turn you gay. Or I could just be your experiment. Either way, I want in on that ass." Alfred smiled a charming grin at the Russian. "Or are you too much of a commie to take my good ol' American dick?"

Ivan grinned ironically. "You're such a sweet talker; I'd be legitimately shocked if anyone could possibly turn away from that charm." Sarcasm dripped from his tone. He asked for a refill and inhaled more of his poison stick. "You guessed right, Alfred. I am gay, but, if anything, I'd be the one fucking your ass. I don't bottom. Ever."

"I'm cool with that. I mean, after you pass out drunk and you've had your round on my ass I could go ahead and do the same for you." Alfred flashed his winning smile once more and ordered another beer- then another shot for Ivan. "Good thing I found you, I was starting to think I was the only gay here." And a goth one at that. Not his pick of the litter, but he wouldn't complain.

"I do believe that certifies as rape." Ivan grunted, suddenly gaining a less amused expression as he took his shot of vodka. Rather fitting of the stereotype. "Who said I was even going to consider doing anything with you anyway? I was simply entertaining the thought, kid, I have no interest in you."

"So you think now." Alfred wasn't going to rape him or anything, but he sure as hell was going to be pretty damn persistent. "You can't say no to a good ass like mine. Besides, don't you want to fuck a guy who actually likes dick?"

"I normally do fuck men who like dick, da. I'm not a rapist." Ivan quirked an eyebrow. "You're not presenting any sort of allurement that I'd be interested in. I'm sure you can do better than this. Acting like an arrogant fuck isn't going to get me anywhere with you."

"You don't like arrogant fucks? Interesting, considering your taste in music." Alfred grinned like an idiot, rather proud of himself. He scooted in even closer to the Russian. "Don't bluff, there's like no gay people in this town. I've fucked the grand total of six of them, and none of them are very good." A hand appear on Ivan's shoulder, rubbing up. "You on the other hand, look like a different story..."

"Or maybe all of the gay people are simply hiding from you, considering your character." Ivan smiled slyly at the other, resting his hands on the counter. The boy was attractive and somewhat amusing, if not annoying, Ivan could admit. He had tan, toned skin and golden hair, his blue eyes bright and wild. His body was lean, his ass was nice. Ivan could imagine himself fucking that, but it was going to be on his terms. He'd be the one making the boy beg for him, not the other way around.

"Even if they were I can make out a gay guy from across the room. Like how I made you for one." The hand slid over the back of Ivan's neck and down between his shoulder blades as Alfred came in closer. He knew he was going to get his wish, it was just a matter of patience now.

Ivan didn't move to brush away the hand; he allowed the light touching to occur. "I commend you on your accuracy, but you still haven't presented any incentive for me to want to take this to the bedroom." His eyes were plastered on Alfred's blue ones, struggling to keep them focused on the boy's face. Even if his character was arrogant and obnoxious, his body was alluring and seductive. All he needed was a push at this point.

"I'm probably the only gay guy in town you haven't fucked yet, and not to mention there are hardly any others." He put a hand on Ivan's shoulder this time, leaning in to give him a sultry look with bedroom eyes. "And I want your dick. Isn't that incentive enough?" He wasn't so good at the whole subtle tact thing.

It was enough for Ivan. Smothering his light out in the ashtray, he flicked the bud aside only to grip Alfred's chin firmly with his large hand, pulling him in close to his own face. In a rough, low voice, the Russian nearly growled, "I am going to fuck you into the mattress so hard, your voice will be hoarse in the morning from all of your screaming." His breath ghosted across the younger boy's lips.

Alfred took the initiative to nip at Ivan's bottom lip, snickering. "Your place or mine? I'm cool with whatever- any place I can do this screaming in peace." He slid off his barstool and pulled back, forcing Ivan to follow after him.

Ivan paid his tab and reluctantly followed after the boy, soon getting ahead of him. He gripped his wrist and lead him out the door. "My place. I don't enjoy going home with strangers, though it would be amusing to see your pussy-ass room. Let me guess. You have a poster of Kurt Cobain right over your bed?" He teased, though in a dark way that sounded more hostile than anything.

"And you've got Marilyn Manson's Marilyn Mansion hanging over your toilet so you can jack to it?" Alfred sneered right back. It was all in lighthearted fun. "I got the KC hanging over every room of my house." More like just every wall of his bedroom- his mom wouldn't let him put it all over the house. He was glad he was going home with Ivan, actually. He followed gladly, like a puppy wandering home after a stranger.

Ivan snorted, but smirked at that. "Touche." He continued to walk, tempted to take another cigarette out; however, he knew once they'd get to his house they'd get right to fucking. No point, really. "My apartment is just over here. I walk to the bar occasionally for a drink."

"You have your own apartment?" Ivan looked younger than what he had anticipated. Alfred wondered how old he was. He had barely turned legal this summer, into his senior year of high school. Maybe Ivan was in the local community college.

It was at point that Ivan stopped in his tracks, crossing his arms and staring at the boy cynically. "How old are you?" He was not going to be fucking someone underage; one fuck wasn't worth getting in trouble with the law. That comment made him suspicious.

"Eighteen- just this summer. Gonna graduate this year." Alfred didn't think anything of it, grinning wide. "I've got my ID if you need it. I have my license and everything." More on his parents' demand than anything else. "It's cool, you can stick your dick in me without any trouble."

"Let me see that ID." Ivan returned, not trusting the boy. "Really, don't you think you're a little young to be out fucking around with older men? You're not even out of your parents' house for fuck's sake." Ivan was by no means a prude; he'd had his fair amount of one night stands in high school. He was mostly giving Alfred a hard time.

"What can I say, I like 'em older." Alfred snatched his wallet from his back pocket and held out his school ID. "Here. And here's my license. And that's my fake ID for the beer." Perhaps he shouldn't have pointed that one out… "But I'm legit, I swear." He didn't say anything else about Ivan's comment, just smiled wide at him.

Ivan stared at the boy's ID, asking, "What's your birth date?" It was an easy way to tell if the boy was lying. If there were any hesitation, it was a fake age. Any 18 year old would surely know their date of birth like the back of their hand.

"Fourth of July, 1994!" Alfred grinned and beamed, very proud to share a birthday with his equally proud country. Well, half his birthday. Just because he was a grunge kid didn't mean he didn't love his country.

Ivan snorted, but gave the boy his things back. "Alright, you're clear. You might have a nice ass, but it's not good enough to sway me into possibly getting my own ass landed in jail." He trudged along, directing the two of them towards his apartment. Eventually they made it to the worn down place, and they began to ascend the stairs. "I live on the top floor."

"Penthouse boy?" Alfred snickered as he elbowed the other. He was glad to hear that the Russian admitted to him having a nice ass. He opted to ignore the other part. He had a feeling it wasn't very imperative. Selective hearing. "Can't we take the elevator?" Top floor didn't sound so nice anymore.

"It's only 6 floors, Alfred. Though I forgot how fat and unhealthy you Americans are." Payback for the commie comment earlier. "Come along, we'll get there soon enough. Don't be a child, though I'm sure that must be hard for you considering that you're barely an adult."

"Hey!" Alfred very much didn't enjoy that insinuation. "You're the one having sex with me, you should be evaluating yourself." He didn't mean to discourage the eventual coupling, but he needed a good comeback, and that was as close as he could get to one. He was huffing and puffing by the time they got to the fifth floor. "Carry mmeeeee!"

"Don't tell me you can't walk one more floor to my room." Ivan rolled his eyes, sighing. "I'm not going to carry you. Here's an incentive: you get to get laid if you go up this last flight of stairs. I'm sure that's not something that happens often for you."

"You're cruel." Alfred sluggishly climbed up the last flight of stairs, using the banister to help himself. He was greatly dramatizing this. When he arrived to the door he practically flopped himself against Ivan. "Carry meeeee."

Ivan sighed, but decided to just go with it. He unlocked the door to his room before picking the boy up, tossing him over his shoulder. He moved inside before quickly slamming the door shut with his feet. With Alfred in tow, he walked over to his bed, tossing the other onto his black sheets. "This is rather pathetic. I'm not even winded from the stairs. This makes me reconsider whether or not you even have the stamina to satisfy me."

Alfred grunted as he was treated like a sack of potatoes. "Hey, fuck you. I'm not good with stairs, okay?" It wasn't that he wasn't in shape- he was just winded and already tired from singing his heart out on stage. "Besides, you should be worried about satisfying me, okay? Because I don't cum just like that. You gotta work at it."

"I'm a 26 year old man, and you're still a teenager. Plus, I'm positive I have more sexual experience than you, especially since you could only think of 'maybe 6 gay guys' who live in the area. I think the one who should be worried is you." He smirked, pulling off his shoes and socks and laying them aside. He sat on the edge of the bed, ravishing the younger male with his eyes.

Bristling, Alfred was already shedding his plaid jacket, tossing off his glasses and yanking his black wifebeater over his head. "Bring it, fag, I can take whatever you can dish. I know the average penis length for Russians is way smaller than Americans." Not 'way smaller' perhaps, but form every chart he'd looked at he'd seen it was.

Ivan chuckled darkly at that, leering at Alfred as he began to pull off his own clothing, starting with his jacket and black button-down shirt. "Oh, you're going to be eating those words here in a minute. I assure you." His eyes flitted down Alfred's tanned chest, the skin just as smooth as the rest of him. It had a natural glow to it that Ivan desired, the slightest of muscle showing in his core. Ivan wanted to suck on those dusty bronze nipples and mark the perfect skin with red and purple hickeys.

Alfred grabbed Ivan's head and yanked him into an ill-executed kiss. His tongue piercing knocking against his teeth, and then Ivan's teeth as he pried his lips open to get at them. One hand started to mess with Ivan's zipper, distracting both himself and Ivan with the kiss. He intended on being the dominant one here, even if he was taking it up the ass.

Ivan would admit that he was surprised by the sudden action, even more surprised by Alfred's tongue piercing. Oh, this was going to be a lovely night. He opened his mouth gratefully in order to allow their tongues to intermingle, though he fully intended to dominate the kiss. He attacked Alfred's mouth, gripping his jaw as he ravaged every crevice of his oral cavern. Ivan pulled their bodies tight together, fiercely kissing the other man.

Alfred yanked Ivan over the bed and tossed him down so he could straddle him, yanking open his pants and gripping at his shaft. He made a delighted little noise as he found just how big he was. Well, Ivan had said he would eat his words. He was right, he was eating his words. And Ivan's saliva.

Ivan chuckled at the boy's noise, though his slight laughter eventually transformed into low, rumbling moans. He gave Alfred's ass a nice squeeze before reaching back up to the front to fumble with the zipper and button, pulling down his shredded jeans and boxers. He slid his large hands along the other's pliant, warm body, kissing him thoroughly and whole-heartedly, enjoying their intermingling saliva. The boy tasted sweet, despite his sour attitude.

"Told you my ass was good," Alfred teased as he licked his lips, waggling his tongue at the Russian. "Good thing you've got a big dick. I would have demanded to fuck you first. I'm still gonna do that by the way." He wasn't going to let that go.

"Over my dead body." Ivan grunted in response, though he grinned cockily. He gripped the boy's jaw firmly before licking Alfred's lips once, purring lowly. "I think it's time to put your mouth to a better use, da? Get down and suck my cock."

"Hey!" Alfred didn't appreciate that. He huffed, and promptly yanked Ivan's pants down, knowing that if they were going to do oral he wanted to see all of Ivan and not just his zipper. "Well, fine, you can see how good I am at sucking dick then."

"I don't doubt you there." Ivan brushed his hand through Alfred's hair, thumbing his bottom lip. He was sure that tongue piercing would feel divine against his cock. Spreading his legs slightly, he gave Alfred all the room he needed to perform the task.

Alfred grinned, flicking Ivan's thumb with the tip of his tongue. "Well good, because I'm gonna blow you away." he pulled Ivan's underwear down and gasped as he saw the Jacobs' Ladder and the Prince Albert. "Oh, baby…" He touched softly, thumbs running under the rungs and index finger poking at the bulb at the tip of Ivan's cock. "How much did these cost?"

"A number you can't afford." Ivan snorted, stroking Alfred's jawline for a moment. He then grasped the back of his head and pushed him into his crotch, "Come on, it's not going to suck itself." He smirked slightly at the situation; he had a feeling Alfred would like the piercings.

Alfred's tongue flicked out once more, and he touched the ball of his tongue piercing to Ivan's Prince Albert. He gasped with delight as he felt a little shock of electricity shudder through them. "Oh, baby… I'm gonna love this." With no other words he pulled Ivan into his mouth, tongue and piercing running up the Jacob's Ladder over the underside of his shaft, deepthroating as much as he possibly could.

Ivan allowed himself to relax as that velvety warmth finally enclosed his cock, his head falling back and his eyes shutting softly. He shuddered as he felt Alfred's tongue piercing glide along the underbelly of his dick, gasping softly as it ran against his own piercings. Oral sex was already one of the best feelings Ivan had ever felt, and Alfred's piercing just amplified that feeling. Massaging the boy's head, Ivan chuckled breathily, "Come on, I know you can take more in than that."

Alfred flipped him the bird while he was sucking in more and more, already past the point a normal person would have choked and gagged and wimped out. Alfred wouldn't dare to do so. Cock was definitely like his kryptonite, but there was no way he could resist a challenge to swallow all of it when it presented itself.

Ivan barked a laugh, but didn't complain further, instead choosing to pinch Alfred's cheek once before he laid back against the headboard. He stared down at the boy greedily sucking in his cock, taking in more than half of his 11 inches, a great feat to say the least. Every time that piercing struck one of his own, a shudder ran throughout Ivan's body. The sex was electrifying. "Move your head a little faster, that's it...yes..."

While rebellious, Alfred was also courteous. He liked to think he was anyway. He knew how to please his partners, and went on with whatever Ivan asked of him, getting him to moan and mewl for his mouth was the best part. He pulled off with a gasp and wiped his mouth on his wrist. "Oh, god… You have lube, right? I don't wanna tear that expensive Albert out of your Prince." He stick his tongue out and touched it to Ivan's piercing, sending another little electrifying jolt for emphasis.

"Da, of course I have lube." Ivan always made sure to have extra lube and condoms around the apartment. He didn't really like to use the condoms, but sometimes his sexual partners demanded it. He wouldn't sacrifice getting laid for the sake of not wearing a condom.

"Good, put it on and let me ride you." He wasn't sure if he was exactly confident, per se- since he was definitely sure that if done wrong, that piercing could rip and tear at his insides. But he also knew that if done right, it would feel fucking amazing.

Reaching over into his bedside stand, Ivan pulled out the lube, lathering his cock in the substance. He didn't particularly care which position they did this in; honestly, this way he wouldn't have to do as much work. He motioned the boy to straddle him, commenting, "Get your ass over here so I can prepare it. I don't want my cock or your ass to tear, so we need to loosen you up somewhat."

"I can do it myself!" Alfred huffed, but straddled him anyway and spread his legs, lifting his behind up so Ivan could get to it. he didn't fight to do it himself. In fact he preferred Ivan to do it. He was just being difficult and giving him a hard time. "Come on, do it."

Ivan gave him a look, but didn't say anything. He slicked his fingers up and slid them down to Alfred's tight entrance, rubbing it slowly and teasingly. He dipped his finger, just the tip, into that tight ring of muscle, grinning at the result. Alfred was tight, almost virginally. This would be a good fuck.

Alfred winced and groaned as Ivan pushed his fingers in, but the pain didn't last long. "Fuck… You had better do me good and loose, because I don't want to be walking funny tomorrow." He would be walking funny anyway later, but that was beside the point.

"I don't think that's an option, Alfred. How many times have you been fucked up the ass before?" Ivan asked, obviously amused. It must not have been much, considering how tight he was. Ivan couldn't imagine the boy just being this tight naturally, though that would be rather intriguing. He moved his thick fingers in and out of Alfred's hole, his other hand caressing Alfred's toned, plush skin. He moved his lips to the boy's collar, biting the area before he began to suck at it, lathering it with his tongue.

"Ahh…" Alfred flushed and had to think a moment, hesitating. "B-bunches of times…hahh… Why?" He tried not to let the uneasiness show in his tone as he tilted his head for the Russian, hands flimsily clutching for Ivan's shoulders as he ground down on the fingers penetrating him. He could do this… He could do this… He repeated the mantra over and over.

Ivan smirked against Alfred's skin for a moment before pulling back, looking Alfred dead in the eye. He pressed a third finger in, striking his sweet spot hard. "Bullshit. How many times really?" He almost dared to say Alfred was a virgin, considering that beautiful red tint that spread over his cheeks and the way he squirmed from merely two digits.

Alfred gasped as his sweet spot was hit. He'd fingered himself before, but never once had he felt something like that. "I d-dunno, like…hahh… Six times?" One for every other gay man he'd met in town. He was talking out his ass.

Staring at the boy for a moment, Ivan shook his head and sighed. He retrieved his fingers for the moment, opting to place his hands on the boy's hips. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" It was written all over Alfred's face, his coy and shy actions practically screaming it.

"No!" Alfred exclaimed indignantly, face with with the shame and embarrassment in it. "I'm not a prude, okay? I've done this tons of time. Now finish up and let me ride your dick." He wasn't ever going to admit his virginity- he was working on getting rid of that now!

Another sigh from Ivan. He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "It's okay, Alfred. I'm a little surprised you want to give your virginity out to a total stranger, but..." He himself had given his virginity to his first boyfriend. That relationship had bitterly ended when the other had confessed to "going through a phase." Ivan continued, "...We don't have to stop. But I'm sure as hell not letting you ride me though." He flipped them over so that Alfred was on his back, Ivan towering over him. "...Because you don't know what the fuck you're doing, and I don't want to tear my dick up because of your inexperience."

"I'm not a virgin!" Alfred flushed and gripped at the sheets that were now below him. "God, I just wanted to ride you, you could have just said you wanted a different position…" He tried to play it off as if it had been all about the position, like he knew it was that. But he knew he had been caught redhanded. He just hoped that Ivan wouldn't treat him any different. He wanted a rough fuck, and he didn't want to be treated like a goddamn damsel.

Ivan wasn't that chivalrous. Just enough to know that the riding position would be difficult for the both of them if Alfred was a virgin. He muttered a "sure you're not" under his breath, just loud enough for Alfred to hear, before he began to ravage Alfred's body. He kissed and sucked down his body, finally taking the boy's sensitive nipples into his mouth. Although he intended the fuck to be rough, Ivan wanted to give his sexual partner the full package. It was his first time after all; Ivan doubted he'd ever been touched like this before.

Alfred grunted with every touch and nip and twitch. He put his hands on Ivan's shoulders, both urging and pushing him as he worked his body. He hiked a leg up over Ivan's hip, drawing him in closer and grinding against the slick shaft that he knew would soon be inside him. "Just give me your all, okay, fag?"

Ivan at that moment gripped Alfred's cock, giving it a tight squeeze..a little too tight. He gave Alfred a cynical smile before coming up to bite at the boy's lower lip. "Do not fucking call me that." He said it once before he sat up on his haunches, leaving Alfred alone and bare for the moment. It was at that point that he gripped his own cock, guiding it to Alfred's hole and rubbing the head of it against the tender spot teasingly. "Beg for it, whore." It was ironic, but he figured Alfred would appreciate it with all of the name-calling going around.

Alfred gasped as Ivan squeezed so tight, twitching as he was called a whore. The teasing against his sensitive, under-prepared hole gave away how eager he was. "Fuck you, faggot," he sneered, nose crinkling up as he ignored Ivan's demands. "Just- just give it to me." Well, half of his demands.

Ivan slapped the boy's thigh, keeping his hand there as he dug his fingernails into the skin. He retreated his cock completely, opting to move his hand up towards Alfred's cock instead. He positioned his fingers at the head of the boy's dick, and pinched. Hard. A slight, nasty grin remained on Ivan's pale features, "I told you to beg for it, slut. I won't budge until you do."

"I'm gonna-" Alfred sucked in a deep breath and glared at the Russian. "I'm going to punch that makeup right off your face." There was silence as his legs twitched, and cock began to soften under the lack of stimulation. "Ivan-" He gasped and closed his eyes. "P-please fuck me."

Ivan rewarded the statement by releasing the head of Alfred's cock, opting to stroke it slowly instead. Painfully slow. "A little louder, sweetie, I'm afraid that's not quite good enough." He was going to make good on that "screaming" comment he'd made back at the bar.

"Fuck you, just fucking fuck me!" Alfred demanded, face heated and angry as he nudged Ivan with his knee. 'Nudged' right in the side. "Fuck me in the ass, you poser. Shove your dick up there and just do it." He wasn't at all about subtleties.

Alfred wanted Ivan's dick up his ass? Well, he was going to get Ivan's dick up his ass. All 11 inches in one go. Ivan didn't even bother with being gentle as he slid his giant, thick cock up the boy's virgin hole all at once, gripping Alfred's knees as he towered over him. He hoped it was painful and he didn't regret it, the spoiled brat.

Alfred screamed, and regretted his demands. He cinched up his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut as his knees clamped shut over Ivan's hips. His ass pulsed and hummed with pain and a red hot ache. He tried to grin and bear it- there a distinct lack of grin in his attempt. "F-f-fu-fuck- fuck you," he bit out as he clutched at the sheets. Oh got, he could feel that Prince Albert inside him, and Ivan's ladder rubbing every which gland of nerves raw, pushing up against all the right and all the wrong places. "Fuck!"

"Just for future advice, don't fucking antagonize the person who's going to shove their cock up your ass. Especially when they have piercings and they're as big as I am." It had been somewhat painful for Ivan was well, the sudden friction his piercings had caused when he'd entered the virginal hole. Not completely heartless, he did wait for Alfred to adjust to his cock, running his hands along the boy's sides in an attempt to calm and ease him.

Alfred said nothing. He had nothing to say. He just tried to think about not thinking about the pain. He felt like he was tearing the sheets, and his jaw locking up as he clenched too hard. He was shivering and trembling under the pain that racked through his body. "Fuck all the- f-fuck- th-things said it wasn't supposed to hurt!" He'd read that anal sex was supposed to be uncomfortable at first, yes, but never as fucking painful as he was feeling. He didn't even notice he had admitted his prior virginity.

Ivan sighed, regrettably taking pity on the poor thing. He was just a teenager after all. A stupid, obnoxious one, but...he was also a virgin. He massaged Alfred's ass, trying to get him to relax his muscles as he hushed him, kissing at his neck. "Shh, I know it hurts. It always hurts the first time, especially when you're getting fucked by someone as big as me. Just try to relax and calm down. It'll get better, I promise. You'll love it."

"J-just- just make it…nnngg… Make it- it feel betterr…" His words slurred a little as he clutched at Ivan's shoulders. Oh god he felt like he was going to die. Was this how girls felt when they lost their virginity? He wiped that thought from his head. Gay. "Just hurry up and make it not hurt, you asshole…hnn…"

"I need you to try to relax your ass." Ivan murmured against the other's skin, feeling him up and down. "I can't move if you're being such a tightass. And if I can't move, I can't make you feel better."

"I don't want you to move, it hurts when you move." Despite his words, Alfred did try to loosen up. When he did that he realized that it felt marginally better. He groaned and slowly let his legs loosen their grip from Ivan's waist and splay out on the mattress, his grip on the sheets deteriorating until his palms were relaxed, slightly curled.

Ivan smiled as the boy relaxed, bending over to lay one, sweet, full-on kiss to the boy's lips. "Good boy." He murmured, slowly starting to move his hips. He was careful and deliberate with his motions, for now.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow-" Alfred sucked in a breath of air before he continued his mantra. He could feel every single one of Ivan's ladder rungs rubbing and tugging at every inch and patch of skin. "F-fuck, ow… Pull out and get more- more lube, okay? Please?"

Sighing, Ivan nodded, deciding to just go with it. He didn't want to pull out, but he could see that Alfred was in obvious pain. Best to take this from the top and enter him slowly this time. While he wasn't particularly regretful still, he could admit that was a little reckless. He grabbed the lube and lathered himself once more before positioning himself at Alfred's fluttering hole. "Ready?"

A ragged breath left him as he nodded. He tugged his legs up closer to his chest, bracing himself. When Ivan entered him he knew that it had been a better choice to pull out and get more lube. "Hahh… Thanks," he murmured, eyes slipping shut as he relaxed on the bed. This felt a lot better.

Ivan entered Alfred until his entire cock was inside the boy, though he did so with much more compassion and steadiness this time. Slow and careful, each rung of Ivan's cock piercings caught onto the edge of Alfred's hole before slowly sliding inside, causing an odd friction. Once he was buried inside him, balls-deep, Ivan waited for his cue.

Alfred was clutching once more at the sheets. But it was different- it wasn't from the pain this time. More from anxiety and anticipation. "Do it," he grunted out breathlessly, one leg hitching up over Ivan's hip and drawing him in closer. "Fuck me, dickhead." It was meant to be lighthearted, of course.

Ivan didn't respond verbally, opting to capture the boy's lips in a fierce, heated kiss as he began to move within him, slowly at first. He wasn't even sure if the boy wanted a rough fuck anymore, considering what he'd just gone through. Ivan wouldn't push it; he was honestly just fine with getting a piece of ass for the night.

Alfred was still sure they'd get that rough fuck. He would perhaps have to work up to it, but he wanted it all the same. "O-ow… Be gentle with those piercings, you ass," he murmured, one hand on Ivan's chest as he felt the rungs of the ladder slowly slide in and out of him, one catching on the ring of his ass. Other than that they were quite pleasant- as if they were meant for this. The Prince Albert was perfect too. It pushed against all the right spots.

"Alfred, I'm going as slowly and carefully as I can without not moving at all." Ivan huffed, rolling his eyes. Eventually he worked up to a steady pace, one he hoped was pleasurable for them both. His eyes flitted shut as he was enveloped in the warmth of the boy, his piercings rubbing the smooth, virginal skin nicely. Trying to bring pleasure to Alfred as well, Ivan searched for the boy's sweet spot.

"Hahhh…" Alfred mewled and arched his back as Ivan was gentle and soft with his thrusts, the movements, everything. He felt fucking amazing about all of this. His loss of virginity he could say was, of course, a complete success. Well, not complete quite yet. But so far it was a success. "O-okay, go faster, I'm good."

Ivan did just that without hesitation. He pounded into the boy, gripping him around the shoulders as he pumped into him. Sucking and kissing along Alfred's neck, the man gripped his plush ass and spread it wider as he fucked it, hitting the boy's sweet spot dead-on. Unlike Alfred, he had a lot of experience in this field. He knew how to pleasure his lovers.

Alfred cried out and gripped Ivan's shoulders tightly. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…" He was gasping and mewling and twitching under every stroke of Ivan's hips. "F-fuck, you're dick is huge, oh god, oh god…" Everything about Ivan was perfect- except for perhaps the music taste. That was all Alfred could say was wrong with the man.

Groaning in pleasure from Alfred's hot, tight ass, Ivan kissed Alfred repeatedly as he slammed into him. He smirked at the irony of the situation, considering how earlier Alfred had been so sure that he'd be the one on bottom screaming "oh god". How comical.

Alfred was too busy scratching up Ivan's back and howling with pleasure to find anything comical. He whimpered and cried and whined, crying with every thrust inside of him. Even if he hadn't been a virgin he would probably still be like this. He seized up against the Russian and came with a bellow of his name, shuddering and twitching; a total mess. He collapsed beneath Ivan with a whine, but spread his legs, as if inviting Ivan to finish.

"Fuck, Alfred!" Ivan moaned, filling Alfred with his essence. He went still for a moment, nearly collapsing on the boy. Going limp, he fell over onto his side, lying onto the bed as he heaved and panted.

"Ohhh..." Alfred mewled and slowly rolled out of his trance, and then right up against the Russian. "Shit…that was fucking nice. Better than most I've had." He grinned, still putting up the 'I'm not a virgin' facade. He wanted to prove to Ivan that he could get whoever he wanted- and he had!

"Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that." Ivan rolled his eyes, though he grinned at the boy. "You weren't bad yourself, for a virgin."

"I wasn't a virgin." Alfred would keep saying it. "Your dick is just too big, I mean, how is anyone supposed to take that thing?" He pulled the blankets up around himself. "Can I crash here? Kinda dizzy and really tired." He probably wouldn't be able to eat anyway.

"Uh-huh." Ivan said again, rolling over to face the boy. "Your parents won't care? I don't want to get blamed for kidnapping someone's precious little boy, kid." He wouldn't mind the boy sleeping over, but he didn't want trouble.

"My parents don't give two shits." Well, they maybe gave one shit, but not two. "I can text them in the morning, it's no big deal. I promise the police ain't gonna come knocking down your door at three am." Alfred then practically latched onto the Russian. He was a snuggler.

Ivan wasn't really a cuddler, but he didn't mind it. He'd do it if his sexual partner initiated it. Holding the boy close, he kissed his forehead and nodded, "Then yes, you can stay if you like."

"Good, because I can't even stand let alone walk out your door." Alfred snuggled in close and buried his face into the pillow. He was out cold in mere moments.