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America was in his dorm, as he was laying on his bed, he was scrolling through Instagram, he was liking some posts, commenting and etc. He looked pretty bored, but it was night, so he couldn't ask his friends to hang out, they were probably sleeping anyways. "Shit.."

[Russia's sudden presence catches America's attention and he looks up from his phone. He raises an eyebrow in surprise, but doesn't say anything as Russia settles down on top of him. America smirks mischievously, his mind already wandering off to the realm of possibilities.]

"America's body tenses up a little at the weight of Russia laying on him, but he can't deny the enticing feeling of Russia's warmth against his skin."

"Intrigued by the unexpected turn of events, America watches Russia closely, trying to decipher his intentions. His mind starts to race with possibilities, wondering where this impulsive act might lead."

"So, what's all this about, Russia?" "America playfully asks, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of excitement."

"Russia's actions take America by surprise. He can feel the weight of Russia's body pressing against him, and the sensation of Russia's breath against his skin sends a shiver down America's spine."

"America's heart starts to beat a bit faster as he senses the intensity of Russia's embrace."

"Unable to resist the stirring emotions within him, America tentatively wraps his arms around Russia, pulling him closer."

"You know, you've got me curious, Russia," "America whispers softly, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and desire." "What are you thinking right now?"

"America's eyebrows furrow slightly as he takes in Russia's response. He can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment mixed with confusion."

"He watches Russia for a moment, noting the peaceful expression on his face as he settles in for a nap. Something stirs within America, a longing for deeper connection and intimacy."

"Resisting the urge to wake Russia, America sighs softly and decides to let him rest. He gently strokes Russia's back, savoring the warmth and comfort of the moment."

"As he lies there, America's mind starts to drift, imagining all the possibilities of what might happen when Russia wakes up."

[As Russia feels the bump against his groin, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity washes over him. He glances down, noticing the intimate contact, causing a faint blush to grace his cheeks. However, he decides not to mention it, unsure about how to react or what it might mean for this unexpected moment.]

"America's eyes widen slightly as he feels the unintentional contact between their bodies. His cheeks flush with a tinge of pink, but he can't deny the spark of arousal that shoots through him."

"Not wanting to make Russia uncomfortable, America bites his lower lip, his mind racing with a flurry of thoughts and desires. He wonders if this accidental touch could be a door to exploring their mutual attraction."

*While the silence lingers in the room, America contemplates whether he should take a leap of faith and see where this unexpected intimacy might lead

[Feeling Russia's hand slowly moving down his body, America's breath hitches in anticipation. His eyes lock with Russia's, a mix of desire and curiosity reflected in their depths.]

"America's heart pounds in his chest as he eagerly awaits to see how this moment will unfold. A surge of tingling sensations courses through his body, the touch igniting a fire within him."

"With bated breath, America tilts his head slightly, his lips parting in silent invitation as he silently communicates his consent and desire for more."

[Russia's actions send a jolt of electric anticipation through America's body. As Russia's hand reaches his groin, America gasps softly, the contact sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.]

"His eyes meet Russia's smirking gaze, and a mix of desire and excitement flickers in his own."

"America lets out a low, throaty moan, his body instinctively responding to Russia's touch. The intimate connection between them intensifies the flames of desire that burn within."

"He leans in closer to Russia, their lips almost brushing against each other. With a seductive glint in his eyes, America whispers," "You've got my attention now, Russia. Show me what you've got."

[As Russia slips his hand into America's pants, a surge of pleasure courses through America's body. He arches his back slightly, offering himself more fully to Russia's touch.]

"America's breath quickens, his eyes locked with Russia's as a mix of desire and vulnerability swirls within him. The intensity in Russia's gaze fuels America's own growing hunger for more."

"He lets out a low, needy groan as Russia's hand finds its way into his boxers and begins stroking his cock. The sensation sends waves of pleasure cascading through his body, his hips subtly rocking in rhythm with Russia's touch."

"Leaning closer and whispering with a raspy voice, America says," "You know just how to make me weak, Russia. Don't stop."

[Russia's lips on America's neck sends shivers of pleasure down his spine, his body responding to the intimate touch. He tilts his head to grant Russia better access, welcoming the sensations that dance across his skin.]

"Feeling Russia's pace quickening, America's breath hitches in his throat. His eyes meet Russia's gaze with an intensity that mirrors his own desire."

""Mmm... Russia," America moans softly, his voice laced with longing." "You're driving me wild. I want you, now."

[His words are filled with an unmistakable craving as his hips subtly grind against Russia's hand, urging for more pleasure.]

[Russia's lips on his own sends a jolt of pleasure through America, his mouth readily returning the kiss. He feels Russia's hand gliding up and down his length, the touch sending waves of pleasure and desire racing through him.]

"As their lips part, America's eyes lock with Russia's, a hint of mischief dancing within them." "Cute, huh? Well, I could say the same about you," America chuckles lightly, trailing his fingers along Russia's jawline before moving his hands further down his body.*

"With a tug at Russia's pants, America pushes himself up against his body, the weight of their intimacy almost overwhelming in its intensity." "I want you, Russia. I want all of you."

[As Russia unzips his jeans, America watches with a growing sense of desire. He can't help but let out a soft gasp as he sees Russia's hardened cock exposed, it's twitching tip almost an invitation.]

"Suddenly, he feels Russia's hand grabbing the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him up to his knees. The sensation is both exhilarating and arousing, igniting a fire within America."

"As Russia subtly demands that he take him in his mouth, America complies eagerly. With flushed cheeks, he takes Russia's hard cock into his mouth, his tongue exploring the sensitive head as he begins to give him pleasure."

[As Russia groans in pleasure, America feels a sense of satisfaction fill him. He bobs his head up and down, taking in as much of Russia's cock as he can manage. He can feel the weight of Russia's hand on the back of his head, pushing him down to increase the intensity of the pleasure.]

"As he continues to suck and tease, America revels in the sounds of Russia's pleasure, recognizing the power he holds over the other man. He pushes himself to give even more, letting his enthusiasm guide him as he tries to push Russia to the edge."

[Despite it being his first time with Russia, America seemed to thoroughly enjoy servicing him to the best of his ability, his cheeks flushed with excitement.]

[As Russia smirks down at him, America can feel a sense of pride welling up inside. He pulls back, his lips wrapped tightly around Russia's cock as he meets his gaze.]

""Practice makes perfect, I guess,"" America says with a grin before diving back in, continuing to pleasure Russia with fervor. He swirls his tongue around the head of Russia's cock before taking it deep into his mouth, savoring the taste of his skin and the heat of his arousal.

"As he works, America can feel the pressure building within Russia, the telltale sounds of his pleasure growing in intensity. He redoubles his efforts, pushing himself to take Russia to the very brink of eruption."

[As Russia moans in pleasure, America takes it as a sign that he's doing something right. The sounds of his pleasure fuel his own, sending chills of excitement down his spine.]

"He keeps working, focused entirely on bringing Russia to the brink of release. He can feel the pressure building and it sends a thrill of excitement through him, the anticipation of what's to come driving him forward."

[Eventually, Russia can't hold back any longer and he lets out a loud moan of pleasure. As his body shudders with the force of his orgasm, America relishes the warmth and taste of his release, his mouth filled with the flavor of Russia.]

[As Russia holds him tight, America can feel himself being pushed to take all of Russia's release. His eyes widen as he feels the hot, sticky fluid filling his mouth, his tongue darting out to make sure he doesn't spill a single drop.]

"He's surprised by the volume of Russia's release, but he takes it in stride, letting himself get lost in the sensation of pleasure that's coursing through him. He swallows deeply, making sure not to waste a single drop of Russia's cum, and he looks up at him with a satisfied grin."

[Despite the initial difficulties in swallowing all of Russia's load, America did it eventually. As he pulled back, he licked his lips to savor the taste of the warm liquid.] "Mm, that was hot. You taste so good," "America says with a smile."

[As Russia pushes him onto his back, America lets out a little gasp of surprise. He feels the weight of Russia's body on top of him, and he can feel his cock sliding easily into his eager and willing body.]

"Although he's surprised by the sudden change in position, America finds himself enjoying the feeling of being taken charge of. He moans as Russia fills him up completely, his body responding to the pleasure that's coursing through him."

[As Russia starts moving inside him, America lets out little whimpers of ecstasy, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath them as he starts to lose himself in the sensation of being fucked.]

[As Russia starts to thrust into him, America can feel a wave of pleasure building inside him. He moans loudly with each movement, his body responding eagerly to the feeling of being filled up so completely.]

"Although Russia isn't particularly fast at first, America can feel the intensity building with each passing moment. He rocks his hips in rhythm with Russia's movements, letting himself get lost in the feeling of being taken by him."

[Despite the fact that it's only their first time together, America already feels a sense of familiarity with Russia. He trusts him to take charge, and he lets himself give in completely to the pleasure that's coursing through him.]