[breath catching, he reaches up, tangling one hand in the others hair, attempting to stifle a moan]
[scrapes his lips past the numerous scars, sometimes lingering on them and lovingly kissing them, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive areas. He leans into the touch, but otherwise focuses on keeping this is painless as possible.]
[gasps, tilting his head back and allowing the others to do whatever he wished. Desperately he removes one glove, sliding his hands beneath Alfred’s shirt again, flattening his bare hand against his back, relishing the touch of skin on skin.]
[almost bites down on Ivan’s neck at the sudden onslaught of cold on his bare skin, and muffles the gasp by burying his face under the crook of the other’s neck, shivering] C-cold…
[cups the back of the others head, trying to draw a breath] S-sorry.
(Source: nazism.blog.fc2.com)
