[He laughs, pressed flush against Arthur as he draws them together for another deep kiss. But that rough timbre of Arthur's voice has Ivan rolling his hips up against the older nation, hands dragging down along the arch of his back to trace just above his hemline. So yes he is bold and impish, but can you really begrudge him that?
There's a moment he pulls back to nibble at his own lip and shoot Arthur a look that's all smug pleasure and the next Ivan's pressing open mouthed kisses to the hollow of his lover's throat, fingers light as feathers as they trace over the jut of hip bones and dip lower. His touch is hindered the fabric of Arthur's pants and Ivan huffs into the curve of his neck, fumbles to get rid of the pesky pants Arthur's wearing.]
no subject
[He laughs, pressed flush against Arthur as he draws them together for another deep kiss. But that rough timbre of Arthur's voice has Ivan rolling his hips up against the older nation, hands dragging down along the arch of his back to trace just above his hemline. So yes he is bold and impish, but can you really begrudge him that?
There's a moment he pulls back to nibble at his own lip and shoot Arthur a look that's all smug pleasure and the next Ivan's pressing open mouthed kisses to the hollow of his lover's throat, fingers light as feathers as they trace over the jut of hip bones and dip lower. His touch is hindered the fabric of Arthur's pants and Ivan huffs into the curve of his neck, fumbles to get rid of the pesky pants Arthur's wearing.]