[No really, thanks, because Hong Kong might have actually forgotten to. If he had one. Which is also something he forgets, because his kungfu pants are fly-free and he only finds out when searching at his own waistline. So for now he gives up with that, instead working and pulling at Iceland's clothing instead. It's a struggle but eventually he manages to get those fabric barriers down enough to expose the other, doing his best to tug them off but failing because of those goddamn hooker boots.]
[Those laces are enough of a deterrant to his patience and he gives up right away, and instead his fingers go to fumble at the sash around his waist- it's too constrictive, too troublesome, and everything is too hot right now. The buttons of his top are clumsily undone, shirt falling open and he begins to kiss at Iceland once more as his hands finally go to his own pants and draw them down. Bare chest presses against fabric and that in itself is frustrating- but he's too drunk and impatient to care. If his friend wants to strip then it'll have to be up to him to do it himself, because Hong Kong's hazy thoughts have already moved elsewhere; only to derail entirely as he grinds down hard against the other's length, moaning against the soft lips pressed to his.]
[S'all good, just looking out for you, buddy. ALSO THEY ARE NOT HOOKER BOOTS, THEY ARE PERFECTLY SENSIBLE THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND WELL Iceland would consider striping for Hong Kong, but the thing is... There's not much room to squeeze his hands in between them and work at his buttons and it would probably take him forever and then Hong Kong might pass out on top of him and-- AND WELL IT'S NOT AN OPPORTUNE MOMENT. Especially not as Iceland moans hard into Hong Kong's mouth; noises stirring in his throat and begging to be released-- But like hell Iceland is giving this up.]
[His hips move up, desperate for more friction. There's an attempt to match Hong Kong's pace at first, but it only moderately succeeds. This is like playing DDR while drunk. Except there's more cocks involved. Just as much sweat, though.]
hong... is sms...d...f..mmm...
[HAVE SOME UNINTELLIGIBLE DRUNKEN MUMBLING, HONG KONG.]
[HOOKER BOOTS. GETTING IN THE WAY OF HIM PULLING YOUR PANTS DOWN AND SPREADING YOUR LEGS, ICELAND. IF HE CANNOT GET BETWEEN YOUR LEGS HE CANNOT FUCK YOU AND THIS IS A MATTER OF GREAT CONCERN that he'll just deal with later. For now Hong Kong silences that incoherent mumbling as he slides his tongue past their lips once more, still eager to kiss his friend broad and deep, as messy and clumsy as they both are right now. The grinding persists- insistent, desperate, but just as uncoordinated as that kiss as every now and then Hong Kong misses and slips because he sucks.]
....nn...nnnnn......
[Simply pressing hard against the other soon isn't enough for him, and he breaks the kiss to pant and gasp and free those noises from both of them at last. Hong Kong rocks ever harder against him, impatient to do something more but ICELAND. YOUR PANTS ARE IN THE WAY. He buries his face in his neck to outright bite at the skin there in frustration, hands pulling uselessly at those stubborn boots all the while as he moves with need against his friend.]
[Iceland whines out that... Word? Who knows what it was. Especially between moans and gasps, not to mention a pretty definite groan as Hong Kong bites his neck outright. Geez, what happened to romantic nibbling? YOU DRUNKEN FOOL. He finally realizes Hong Kong can't get those boots off, and with a disappointing sigh, he pushes the other off of him and sits up.]
[Falls back down on the couch.]
[Sits up again, swinging himself over a little so he can reach at his boots.]
they're jus' boots hong, ain't locked in or nuthin'.......
[He bends over, fingers fumbling; but he's used to his boots and it doesn't take long for him to unlace them and kick them off. He decides to pull down his trousers and shake them off while he's in this position to save Hong Kong the trouble SINCE HE'S SO INEFFIECIENT GOSH.]
there
no hard geez
[ICELAND YOU ARE SO INSULTING ROFL. He's just sexually frustrated, okay?!?!]
[HEY SHUT UP ICE, HE'S THE ONE DOING ALL THE HARD WORK HERE. Hong Kong watches impatiently as he strips the last of his clothing off and decides he's taking far too long- so he'll just help out by draping himself uselessly against him until he's done. And as soon as he is, he hardly waits for those drunken words to leave him before crashing their lips together again and outright shoving him back down hard onto the couch and pinning him down with his body.]
[Reaching blindly for his legs, Hong Kong eventually finds them, taking hold of narrow ankles to raise up and spread Iceland's legs. In between alcohol and his inexperience, preparation or anything of the sort is the last thing on his mind. He just wants to fuck his friend into the couch right this moment, and that's exactly what he positions himself to do- already pressing hard against the other's entrance in all his impatience.]
[Iceland can barely even register what's going on now. One moment he was ridding himself of boots and trousers, and now he's pinned down again and oh is that lips against his? Well okay, he'll return the kiss hard, that's fine-- Oh. What's that against him down there? Well okay, he-- NO WAIT.]
nnnnnooo
[He writhes his head, shaking it back and forth- breaking the kiss.]
nooo ain't i
don't wanna hurt do other stuff firsttt
[He's WHIINNNNNNNNINGGGGGGGGG aren't you gonna do what he wants, Hong Kong? AREN'T YOU GOING TO TREAT HIM LIKE A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS??????!??!?!?!?!]
[NO BECAUSE HE'S DRUNK. Hong Kong draws away slightly, movements unsteady as he shoots Iceland an annoyed look as much as he's able to, irritated that he's being cockblocked by the one he's trying to fuck.]
Wh...at.
[It's only a moment or two of blank staring after he manages to get the word out that he drops right back down on top of him, dipping to force his lips against him once again and kiss him hard HOW COULD YOU BREAK THAT KISS, GOSH ICELAND. The concept of prep escapes him entirely and he just wants to stick it in. Even as he holds his friend down and continues to kiss him with or without his consent, he's starting to push against him, listening to his body's urges and already trying to thrust himself into the other. Better do something quick, Iceland.]
JUST WANTS TO. STICK. IT IN.lookscoldJanuary 5 2012, 08:00:12 UTC
--mmm!
[Noooo. Noooooooooooo. Iceland complains against the kiss. Really, he wants to kiss back and part of him isn't completely against the other just fucking him hard like this.]
[But.]
[Pain bad.]
[Iceland no like pain. Iceland not prepared for this yet.]
[OK THAT FALL KNOCKED SOME SOBERING INTO HIM but only the tiniest bit.]
[the tiniest]
[ok it didn't]
[Hong Kong sits up, almost toppling over in the process, and stares up at him.]
Do whaat.
[And then he starts trying to scramble back up onto the couch and moving over the other again. HE'S ANNOYED. HE'S HORNY. ICELAND STOP COCKBLOCKING HIM AND LET HIM FUCK YOUUUU.]
[Those laces are enough of a deterrant to his patience and he gives up right away, and instead his fingers go to fumble at the sash around his waist- it's too constrictive, too troublesome, and everything is too hot right now. The buttons of his top are clumsily undone, shirt falling open and he begins to kiss at Iceland once more as his hands finally go to his own pants and draw them down. Bare chest presses against fabric and that in itself is frustrating- but he's too drunk and impatient to care. If his friend wants to strip then it'll have to be up to him to do it himself, because Hong Kong's hazy thoughts have already moved elsewhere; only to derail entirely as he grinds down hard against the other's length, moaning against the soft lips pressed to his.]
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[His hips move up, desperate for more friction. There's an attempt to match Hong Kong's pace at first, but it only moderately succeeds. This is like playing DDR while drunk. Except there's more cocks involved. Just as much sweat, though.]
hong... is sms...d...f..mmm...
[HAVE SOME UNINTELLIGIBLE DRUNKEN MUMBLING, HONG KONG.]
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....nn...nnnnn......
[Simply pressing hard against the other soon isn't enough for him, and he breaks the kiss to pant and gasp and free those noises from both of them at last. Hong Kong rocks ever harder against him, impatient to do something more but ICELAND. YOUR PANTS ARE IN THE WAY. He buries his face in his neck to outright bite at the skin there in frustration, hands pulling uselessly at those stubborn boots all the while as he moves with need against his friend.]
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[Iceland whines out that... Word? Who knows what it was. Especially between moans and gasps, not to mention a pretty definite groan as Hong Kong bites his neck outright. Geez, what happened to romantic nibbling? YOU DRUNKEN FOOL. He finally realizes Hong Kong can't get those boots off, and with a disappointing sigh, he pushes the other off of him and sits up.]
[Falls back down on the couch.]
[Sits up again, swinging himself over a little so he can reach at his boots.]
they're jus' boots hong, ain't locked in or nuthin'.......
[He bends over, fingers fumbling; but he's used to his boots and it doesn't take long for him to unlace them and kick them off. He decides to pull down his trousers and shake them off while he's in this position to save Hong Kong the trouble SINCE HE'S SO INEFFIECIENT GOSH.]
there
no hard geez
[ICELAND YOU ARE SO INSULTING ROFL. He's just sexually frustrated, okay?!?!]
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[Reaching blindly for his legs, Hong Kong eventually finds them, taking hold of narrow ankles to raise up and spread Iceland's legs. In between alcohol and his inexperience, preparation or anything of the sort is the last thing on his mind. He just wants to fuck his friend into the couch right this moment, and that's exactly what he positions himself to do- already pressing hard against the other's entrance in all his impatience.]
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[Iceland can barely even register what's going on now. One moment he was ridding himself of boots and trousers, and now he's pinned down again and oh is that lips against his? Well okay, he'll return the kiss hard, that's fine-- Oh. What's that against him down there? Well okay, he-- NO WAIT.]
nnnnnooo
[He writhes his head, shaking it back and forth- breaking the kiss.]
nooo ain't
i
don't wanna hurt
do other stuff firsttt
[He's WHIINNNNNNNNINGGGGGGGGG aren't you gonna do what he wants, Hong Kong? AREN'T YOU GOING TO TREAT HIM LIKE A PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS??????!??!?!?!?!]
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Wh...at.
[It's only a moment or two of blank staring after he manages to get the word out that he drops right back down on top of him, dipping to force his lips against him once again and kiss him hard HOW COULD YOU BREAK THAT KISS, GOSH ICELAND. The concept of prep escapes him entirely and he just wants to stick it in. Even as he holds his friend down and continues to kiss him with or without his consent, he's starting to push against him, listening to his body's urges and already trying to thrust himself into the other. Better do something quick, Iceland.]
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[Noooo. Noooooooooooo. Iceland complains against the kiss. Really, he wants to kiss back and part of him isn't completely against the other just fucking him hard like this.]
[But.]
[Pain bad.]
[Iceland no like pain. Iceland not prepared for this yet.]
[So he tries to push Hong Kong off the couch.]
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[He falls.]
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do it better
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[the tiniest]
[ok it didn't]
[Hong Kong sits up, almost toppling over in the process, and stares up at him.]
Do whaat.
[And then he starts trying to scramble back up onto the couch and moving over the other again. HE'S ANNOYED. HE'S HORNY. ICELAND STOP COCKBLOCKING HIM AND LET HIM FUCK YOUUUU.]
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lube n fingers or somethinnnnnnnn' anythin' c'mon
[YEAH WELL ICELAND IS JUST AS ANNOYED.]
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[...l...ube........... fingers.]
[Right, fingers, those.... things on his hands....]
[.........]
[....t.....ries to force a finger in!]
[a dry one.]
[HOW TO PREP HERP DERP.]
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[KICKS HONG KONG WITH HIS FOOT OUT INSTINCT.]
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[HE FALLS.]
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you suck
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