The large Cuban ran a hand down his lover's side, feeling him shiver. They had disposed of their clothes a while ago, letting the cool air hit their naked skin. His tongue ran along the length of Canada's engorged cock, tasting the slightly salty liquid he found at the top.

Another tremor went through his body as the head of his erection was sucked lightly. "Cuba please... Stop teasing." Although there were many more R rated thoughts going through his head, his mouth would never let him actually voice himself. Canada fisted the sheets below him in a vain effort not to grab the other's head and force him to deep throat him.

"Alright, I guess that was mean of me." Ismael said before taking Matthew's erection into his mouth. He sucked on it, bobbing his head up and down. Hands wandering, Cuba found Canada's nipples, so he started tugging lightly on them, enjoying the sounds he was making.

Matthew's toes curled in lieu of thrusting up into the warm cavern that had encased his cock. As pleasurable as this was, it always just ended with him orgasming and then maybe having Cuba let him help take care of his own matching erection; nothing more, nothing less. Not to say that it still wasn't enjoyable, it just didn't seem to be enough for Canada anymore. What he really wanted was to take their relationship to the next level and actually be physically connected.

Instead of thinking too hard about it though, Canada just squeezed his eyes tightly together as Ismael's tongue swirled around his cock head and then continued to bob up and down along it. This still felt amazing, and he wasn't going to ruin it by saying that he wanted more.

With one hand, Cuba reached down to his own dripping cock. He started running his palm over the length in time with his mouth. Ismael felt a tremor run through Canada's whole body, ending at his erection. He really wanted to kiss him, but of course, his mouth was already occupied.

Watching through half lidded eyes as Cuba jerked himself off, Matthew couldn't help but imagine his length inside his body. An involuntary moan escaped his mouth as he pictured just what it would feel like, coupled with the suction that was already on his cock. As much as he wanted it though, he never felt comfortable asking for things in bedroom or in general unless it was just a plea.

Letting go of the brown nub he had been playing with, Ismael took one of Canada's hands, putting it in his hair. He had let it down, the dread locks falling around his face. He felt the Canadian grab one, pulling on it slightly.

"I-Ismael..." He moaned out, threading his fingers in the dreads. The blond nation resisted the urge to pull him down onto his length because although it made him blush, he knew it was a bit larger than average and would probably choke him. Keeping his eyes half opened, he continued to watch as his length was continually taken in and out of his lover's talented mouth.

Moving his tongue, Cuba licked the parts of his cock that he knew were even more sensitive. His hand went fondling his balls, feeling them swell and tighten. He sucked more vigorously, knowing how close Matthew must be. Soon, warm sperm was shooting into his mouth, Canada moaning wantonly above him.

A few smaller spurts were milked from his cock as Ismael continued to suck him. Once he had regained his energy from his orgasm, Matthew shuffled so that he was sitting up and kissed Cuba's neck and he reached between his legs to help stroke him to climax. It only took a few seconds before Cuba let out a small grunt and a sigh and his cum spurted over their hands.

Smiling, Ismael looked down at their bodies, covered in sweat and cum. "Well, should we go have a shower, then?" They had been dating for a few years already, which made the southern nation happy. Of course, that meant he got into more fights with America, but Matthew hardly ever found out about those.

Hiding the small pout that they weren't going to continue this time either, he just nodded. "Together?" Maybe then if they both got hard again they could try having sex in there. Even though Matthew would prefer to do 'the deed' in a bed first, but at least then they would have actually had sex.

"Why not? Any time I get to spend with you is time well spent." He gave a small laugh, getting off the bed and helping Matt up as well. Cuba pressed a small kiss to the blond's forehead, not wanting him to have to taste himself.

When Ismael turned around to go to the bathroom, Canada let a himself frown a bit. Why didn't he just kiss him on the lips? Was Cuba nervous that he was too innocent to kiss after his mouth was on his cock? Sure the thought was a bit off-putting, but it would still make him feel closer. After all, there wasn't much they had left to do after being together for so long, other than actually having sex, and that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon. "Don't make it too hot please." Matthew added, smiling to cheer himself up. There was no use about being so down since they still loved each other immensely and cared about their well being.

"Of course. I know what temperature you like." He gave a warming smile, looking back at him. They went into the bathroom, having to step over a few articles of clothing. He bent over, turning on the taps. After being together for so long, neither of them felt very awkward about being naked around one another. "So after this do you want to go to bed? You seem tired." He said, noticing Canada's eyes weren't as bright as they usually were.

Shrugging, Matthew just followed Cuba into the shower. "I guess I'm kinda tired." Though there is something I'd much rather do in bed than sleep... Taking the spot right underneath the spray, Canada got his hair wet first before turning around and leaning up to kiss his boyfriend.

Humming contentedly, Ismael kissed him back lightly. "Next time, can we go to my house? It's always so cold at yours." He gave a laugh, showing that he wasn't actually serious about the last part. He knew it wasn't always cold in Canada, but it was still colder than in Cuba.

"Hey, you know that's not true. I guess we could though, as long as you don't mind my hair becoming a mane." The humidity there was always much more than Canada was ever used to, even on his expansive coast. Wrapping his arms around Ismael's torso, he leaned his head on his chest and listened to his heart beat against the spray of the shower head. Nuzzling it, he gave a sigh; partly of being satisfied and partly from want.

"Hm, well I do like lions." He gave a laugh, making a fake growling noise. He grabbed the small Canadian in a hug, bringing them both under the shower. It was a little cold for his tastes, but he didn't mind, as long as Matthew liked it.

Smiling, Matthew let go of the warm body in favour to grab shampoo to start washing his hair. It was moments like these that reminded Canada just why they were together. He truly cared about the other nation, and despite the little 'no sex' thing he could tell that Cuba loved him just as much. "Don't get your hair too wet or it will take forever to dry, and you apparently know how cold it is here." He added another smile at the end to show Ismael that he only said it because he did care, and he didn't want him to get sick.

Thinking for a second, Ismael responded, "In that case, we will just have to stay in the bedroom longer." Smiling, he put his arms around Canada's shoulders, bringing their faces closer. "And you will just have to call up the American idiot and break your meeting with him."

"You know I can't do that. He's my brother and my biggest trading partner. It's not just cause we're family that we have the longest undefended border you know." There were plenty of examples that he could give Ismael, but instead he decided to lean just a little bit closer so that their bodies were flush against each other and their lips were just barely touching. "Though if we were to do something...Worthwhile, I might have to phone and reschedule."

Giving a slightly pouting face, Cuba looked down at him. "Isn't being with me worthwhile enough? Or do you want me to suck you off again?" It was slightly annoying that he was dating the brother of his sworn enemy, and that enemy was an overprotective ass hole. But, it was worth it to have Canada as his boyfriend.

Putting a few more centimetres between the two of them, Canada just sighed to himself. It was going to take more than a hint to let him know how he felt, but he wasn't brave enough to just ask for it. "It's worthwhile for me, but not for Al. You already know what he would do if he found out about us. I love you both, and I really don't want you two to fight."

Rolling his eyes playfully, Ismael smiled. "Well, whatever. Anyway, have fun washing your hair. I don't have that problem." He said, fingering one of his locks. "I'll be in the bed, ok?" He got out, grabbing a towel.

"Ok." Hearing the door close, he let out a louder sigh. Just when was Ismael going to realize that as much as their relationship satisfied him emotionally, physically he wanted to be closer. It made him feel a bit awkward sometimes that he was the only one that actually wanted to have sex, but he couldn't do anything to change it.

Rinsing the suds out of his hair once it was clean, he went to work on cleaning off his body before shutting the water off. There must be some way of letting Cuba know what he wanted without actually saying anything outright. Wrapping the towel around his waist he went into the room to find Ismael laying down. As quiet as a mouse, Matthew snuck up to the bed and slipped in behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Miss me?"

Startled slightly, Cuba turned around, seeing Matthew in only a towel. "Of course." He said, going to kiss him. They deepened it at once, mouths open and willing. He wrapped his arms around the skinny body, pulling him closer.

An appreciative moan vibrated in his chest as they continued to kiss each other slowly but with subdued passion. Pulling away, he looked Cuba in the eyes. "I have to get to sleep. I don't want to be tired during my meeting." Despite his words, he couldn't help but kiss his boyfriend again, this time in a chaste gesture.

After a few seconds, Ismael pulled away slightly. "We wouldn't want you to fall asleep in a meeting." He got under the covers, holding them open for Matthew.

His mind a bit sad that Cuba wasn't going to try anything, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and cuddled next to him. "I love you." Taking the towel off, he threw it on the floor.

Nuzzling up to him, Ismael smelt his hair. It smelt like maple syrup. "Te amo tambien." He closed his eyes, draping his arm over the warm body in front of him. He was always surprised how warm he always was, considering how north his country lay.

So that bit of Spanish is supposed to mean I love you too. Of course, we just used google translate, so if you know Spanish and that is totally wrong, don't hate us!