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Poland groaned as his lover’s, no, new husband’s fingers pumped in and out of him. Slick with lube, they stretched out his tight entrance, dug inside of him, knuckle-deep, and teasingly brushed against his prostate. God, he was like, so hot and so turned on.
“Liet,” he moaned, frustrated when those skilled fingers touched his sweet spot again, but didn’t give him enough of the sensation he felt he required. He swore, Liet was like, doing it on purpose.
“Not yet,” Lithuania chided because Poland was still really tight and he was nervous about hurting the blonde. Because in all honesty, Feliks was essentially a virgin (though how he looked at the moment said otherwise) and Toris was big enough that he wanted to make sure the blonde was well prepared before entering.
And it wasn’t like the pleasure, but frustration Poland was feeling wasn’t mutual. Lithuania was incredibly turned on, watching his husband (or would Feliks be the wife because he wore the dress?) moan and writhe against his fingers. Toris’ erection was straining against his dress slacks and was constantly telling him to penetrate that tight body already, but Toris wouldn’t until he felt that Feliks was ready. He couldn’t live with the thought of hurting the precious blonde.
But Feliks was getting restless. He pushed himself downward onto those evil, but delicious fingers. It was totally driving him crazy. He wanted more. No, he needed more, just like he had always imagined. He needed something straight from his fantasies, something totally big and throbbing, filling him to the hilt and Toris’ fingers just weren’t doing the job.
“Like, come oooon,” he whined, rocking himself downward again (gasping when his prostate was hit), “I’m totally ready.”
He spread his legs wider, allowing more access to Liet’s fingers and groaned when they hit that spot again. He grasped the bed sheets, feeling his leaking cock throb, begging, and it totally wasn’t fair.
But Lithuania couldn’t continue much longer, feeling pity, and feeling his own self going crazy from lack of contact.
He removed his fingers (causing Poland to whimper from the loss of heat) and swiftly pulled down his pants and underwear. He picked up the tube of lubricant beside him and lathered the liquid onto his erection, relishing in the cool, slick feeling. But when he aligned himself to Poland’s entrance, he still felt like he was way too big.
“Feliks…I-I don’t think I’m going to fit,” and it was a pity, because there was his lover’s tight body, waiting to be filled and Toris was so hard at the thought of it, but he couldn’t hurt Feliks.
And Poland groaned, frustrated. Of all the times for Liet to get cold feet, how could have decided right then to be a good one?
“I don’t care, Liet, just do me,” and to indicate this, he wrapped his skinny legs around Toris’ hips and pulled him closer. Liet’s erection accidentally rubbed against him at the action and Feliks grabbed the bed sheets harder, because god, he was almost there. He could feel the heat of Liet against him and he was so totally close to having a real, sizable dick inside of him.
Toris swallowed nervously and put his hands on Feliks’ hips. He didn’t want to hurt the Pole, but he wanted it badly, so very badly.
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“Yes,” he hissed, quite certain that if Toris totally didn’t deliver soon, he would---
And he never got to finish that train of thought, because Liet was entering him. He was actually entering him. He was slowly pushing through the tight rings of muscle and---god; he was so big and so there.
Poland tossed his head back and moaned, clenching the bed sheets harder than he thought possible.
Liet was so huge and so incredibly hot; he was burning up inside of him. Now, Feliks wasn’t going to lie; it totally hurt, but just the fullness and sensation he was feeing and just the heat was enough to distract him of that fact.
“L-Liet,” he gasped, when the other nation stopped moving in. He was in pretty deeply too.
“Oh god, please, Liet,” and Feliks didn’t even know what he was asking for, he just knew that he was feeling a delirious mix of pain and pleasure and he wanted something.
After a few moments where Lithuania allowed him to adjust, he slowly pulled out and pushed back in.
“A-ah…”
God, it was amazing. It still hurt, but the overwhelming sense of pleasure from being so full easily combated the pain.
Liet continued this until his shaky thrusts turned into an even rhythm and the Pole swore he was like, going crazy with every deep thrust. He wanted more, more, and he vocally proclaimed so. And by the time Liet slammed into his prostate, god, he saw stars.
“Liet…!”
Lithuania gasped and nodded, too breathless to answer, as confirmation that he should do that again. So he did. Again and again until Feliks felt like he wouldn’t last much longer and judging by the sudden quickening of Liet’s thrusts, the Lithuanian was pretty close too.
Without warning, Poland came with a strangled cry, feeling more spent than he ever had in his life.
And after a few thrusts, with a quiet groan, Lithuania came too and slowly pulled out as to not hurt his lover.
Feliks’ eyes began to drift close, but before he truly fell asleep, he felt the remnants of cum filling his ass and he wrinkled his nose, disgusted.
“Ew, Liet. Next time we are like…totally using a condom,” he murmured, sleepily. But before Toris could reply back, he heard snoring in his lover’s direction. He sighed.
Typical.
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And Poland was so in character!
And the last few lines were so funny!
My goodness author!anon!
I think what I'm trying to say is that this was FABULOUS!
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