Pairing: Ivan Braginsky x Feliks Łukasiewicz (Russia x Poland)

Summary: A thirty day NSFW writing challenge.

Warnings: All chapters will contain sexual content. Human names used.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any related ideas. This is all just for fun and entertainment here.

A/N: Okay, so I know this was posted and then taken down ... I realized I made a mistake in transferring this from my blog and posted this before the previous chapter. I'm sorry for confusion, guys!

(Continued from 'Some Entertainment'')

The car ride home from the movie theater was the longest Ivan had ever experienced in his life. It seemed like every bad driver and red light on the road was out to stop him and he couldn't get to the parking lot of his apartment complex fast enough.

At the moment he couldn't decide whether his decision to deliberately choose a movie he knew Feliks would hate was a good or a bad idea. The Pole had spent the rest of the film curled up, half in his lap, pressing kisses to his jaw and to his neck. He had kept himself entertained and quiet, sure, but Ivan was left fighting to concentrate on the film. He'd managed to make it to the credits but the moment the credits began to roll, he half dragged Feliks out to their car and immediately sped home.

Feliks was certainly pleased with himself. He'd managed to work Ivan up quite a bit. Now he took delight in watching the other's tight grip on the steering wheel. He nearly laughed every time he heard Ivan mutter curses under his breath as they hit seemingly every red light in down between the movies and Ivan's apartment. "Something the matter?" He asked innocently. The glare he received got a laugh out of him.

Ivan was frustrated and eager - just how Feliks liked him. He knew the other would be rushed, he might even be rough and he welcomed it. He reached out and put a hand on Ivan's knee and the other glanced sideways at him. "Don't. Not unless you want us to crash." He snorted.

Feliks just laughed and sat back in his seat. "Worried you'll come too quickly, huh?" He taunted, earning another glare.

At long last they'd parked at Ivan's place. He parked in the very first spot he saw and threw the gear into park. He half yanked the keys from the car and slipped out, waiting impatiently for Feliks. In turn, Feliks decided to take his time. He followed Ivan to the building, sauntering up the stairs while the taller man had taken them two at a time.

Ivan had the door open by the time Feliks reached it and he unashamedly pulled the smaller man inside. "You're the biggest cock tease I know." He growled, pushing him against the inside wall of his apartment and kissing him roughly.

Apparently that was the end of Feliks' games because he met the kiss with eager return. "Mm, tell me you'd want it any other way," He murmured with Ivan's lower lip between his teeth. He placed his hands on Ivan's chest and with surprising force for someone his size pushed him back into the living room.

The back of Ivan's calves hit the couch and he fell back onto it, Feliks falling into his lap in a straddle. They kissed again, hands grabbing at one another's clothing. They got as far as shedding jackets and opening pants before they decided this was all far too much effort.

Hardly a few more moments passed before they'd shed enough clothing to do what they needed. Ivan's pants were open and down around his thighs. Feliks hadn't bothered to kick his pants off further than just one leg. They were both far too eager. They rushed through their foreplay, both of them grateful they'd been lazy enough to leave the necessary lubrication on the sofa side table.

As Feliks slowly eased himself down onto Ivan's aching length, he let out a low whine. He grabbed the other man's face in his hands and kissed him hard, easing himself down slowly. Ivan knew better than to rush this. If Feliks was hurt in any way other than what he liked he had no problem ending things there … Ivan didn't want to be left alone with his hand, no.

He waited patiently until the Pole began to move. At first it was Feliks who set the pace. His hands grabbed onto Ivan's shoulders, fingers clutching at the shirt he still wore. He was all too aware of his own jeans rubbing against one leg. He could feel the zipper of Ivan's slacks under his behind every time he moved down. His own shirt was far too hot. None of that was enough to slow him down.

The minute Ivan was sure he wouldn't get any retaliation, his big hands took hold of Feliks' hips and began to help him move. He half lifted the other and brought him down again. There were no sounds but their own strangled moaning and the slapping of their skin together.

So frenzied were their movements, so hasty were they to get off that it hardly took any time at all before Feliks was grabbing for Ivan's hand. "Touch me." He murmured though it was more of an order than anything else. Obediently, he complied, stroking Feliks, making the other's frenzied movements that much more pleasured. As he neared his climax he tensed, squeezing tight around Ivan's length inside and came over his hand with a loud cry of his name. He never had cared if the neighbors heard.

Ivan continued to move, hands still tight on Feliks' hips. He stroked the other through his orgasm as he worked towards his own. Just minutes later he followed suit, gasping against him as he pressed kisses along the side of his throat. As they sat together, leaning into one another, panting hard, Ivan decided … yeah, taking him to a movie he was sure to hate had definitely been the right decision.