“Ivan. Behave. Or I’ll strangle you with your scarf. And I’m dead ass fucking serious.”
The Russian breathed against the crook of his neck, teeth just waiting to bite that warm American flesh. He was hungry. Just simply imagining Alfred writhing in pain and swallowing all those delicious moans because his foolish Capitalistic pride would not accept the pleasure, he could not wait any longer. He had to have him. He must.
“Nyet. I just want to devour you right now. You are to become one with Russia, Amerika.”