The Way We Give Thanks [2/2]
anonymous
August 24 2009, 23:36:59 UTC
The Greek moved with a deftness that was sybaritic, expression focused as he laved a wet path with his tongue down the other man’s cock, almost satisfied in a way to be doing what he was doing, and Spain’s toes curled along with the rest of his body tensing. Greece’s lips were somehow even softer as they brushed their way up from the base to the head, drawing a groan from Spain.
Eyes the color of the sea under clear sunlight flicked up to look at him, and yes, that was satisfaction in them, unmistakable, and Spain almost lost control again at the realization that Greece loved it. Sex. All of it. What he could make his partners feel with those sinful lips and warm hands that were making Spain’s brain want to shut down and stop wasting energy thinking and enjoy the bacchanal.
Without breaking their gaze, Greece went down on him.
“Jesu Cristo--“ The blasphemy slipped from Spain’s lips as easily as Greece swallowed him to the root, and for a moment he was almost numb from the shock of it before his fingers gripped the dark hair and his hips arched off the edge of the sofa, as if he were trying to get deeper--impossible--but he wasn’t capable of rational thought at the moment.
Hands on his hips pressured him down, silently promising; ‘calm down, I’ll give you everything you want’. Spain dropped back down heavily onto the sofa, flustered at his over eagerness. So virginal, and untried, and apologetically he stroked Greece’s hair as the man rose upwards only until the head was in his mouth, nestled and massaged with a clever tongue, rubbing Spain’s nerves raw with pleasure.
Not to be outdone (who’s he kidding, even France might have some trouble trying to keep up with this man) Spain managed to remove one of his shoes and worked blindly to get the correct angle he needed until his foot brushed against the Greek’s trapped manhood. There was a noticeable slowing of Greece’s wondrously talented mouth but not a full stop, not even as Spain began massaging the bulge.
A fretful ‘meow’ managed to somehow register in Spain’s consciousness. He blearily looked to the side, hand still stroking and petting Greece’s hair and using his foot to pleasure him in return for the fantastic blowjob--and met accusatory yellow eyes as Isadora still sat on the armrest. He tried to manage a reassuring smile (“It’s okay, we’re fine, we’re going to get you something to eat as soon as we’re done, I promise.“) but it came out all twisted as Greece began bobbing his head, sliding Spain’s cock all the way down his throat and back out.
“Grecia--” The name barely squeezed out between pants as Spain tried to warn him, tension gathering in his abdomen with the force of a tidal wave. In response Greece pulled back and began humming against the head of his cock, stroking the rest of it with his fingers, rougher, quicker, and Spain gripped the soft brown hair against with both hands as he spilled his seed into the other’s mouth, barely conscious of Greece continuing to squeeze and suck, swallowing and then pulling back, licking his lips.
Boneless, Spain slumped against the couch. He barely reacted with more than a twitch as the kitten slinked down off the armrest and stubbornly climbed onto his stomach even though he was panting, apparently with the intent to threaten harm if he didn’t pay attention to her. Now.
Greece barely caught her by the scruff before she climbed higher. He set her down on the floor and murmured something castigating in his native language, lips swollen and slick still, hair a disheveled mess from Spain’s grip. The kitten sauntered off, tail proudly held high and Greece rose smoothly to his feet as if he had only knelt for a second.
“Wait.” Spain sat forward, sensing Greece might honestly leave exactly the same way Isadora just had. He gripped Greece’s lean hips and opened up the man’s pants with his teeth, unsurprised to discover no underwear. He kissed the head of the weeping erection, tasting the salty, earth flavor and meting Greece’s eyes. “I have to thank you twice now.”
Re: The Way We Give Thanks [2/2]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 00:03:55 UTC
... THAT CANNOT BE THE END! AFSFJASGLAGFFF!!!! I didn't even know I wanted this pairing until reading this. And then you! Author!Anon! Just had to put in that comment about France and Greece and I WANT THAT NOW TOO! D:
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anonymous
August 28 2009, 18:18:46 UTC
Don't worry, I'll be writing that sooner or later. (but not sure that will be able to make it over here at the kink meme. Keep an eye on hetaliafic, I guess.) xD; If it doesn't downright degrade (... improve?) into France/Spain/Greece.
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anonymous
August 28 2009, 18:20:48 UTC
Agreed. I wrote this mainly for a friend whose OTP happens to be this, but now I quite like this pairing myself. And I wouldn't mind someone else filling this. (Hint, hint. Go fill, dear anons!)
Re: The Way We Give Thanks [2/2]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 07:33:17 UTC
Eee! You have made OP very, very happy. It's exactly what I wanted. You've been going around writing a ton of great Spain fills, haven't you? Thank you for writing this! And as with other anons, I certainly wouldn't mind a continuation (France, too? Yum), but no pressure: this is perfect.
Eyes the color of the sea under clear sunlight flicked up to look at him, and yes, that was satisfaction in them, unmistakable, and Spain almost lost control again at the realization that Greece loved it. Sex. All of it. What he could make his partners feel with those sinful lips and warm hands that were making Spain’s brain want to shut down and stop wasting energy thinking and enjoy the bacchanal.
Without breaking their gaze, Greece went down on him.
“Jesu Cristo--“ The blasphemy slipped from Spain’s lips as easily as Greece swallowed him to the root, and for a moment he was almost numb from the shock of it before his fingers gripped the dark hair and his hips arched off the edge of the sofa, as if he were trying to get deeper--impossible--but he wasn’t capable of rational thought at the moment.
Hands on his hips pressured him down, silently promising; ‘calm down, I’ll give you everything you want’. Spain dropped back down heavily onto the sofa, flustered at his over eagerness. So virginal, and untried, and apologetically he stroked Greece’s hair as the man rose upwards only until the head was in his mouth, nestled and massaged with a clever tongue, rubbing Spain’s nerves raw with pleasure.
Not to be outdone (who’s he kidding, even France might have some trouble trying to keep up with this man) Spain managed to remove one of his shoes and worked blindly to get the correct angle he needed until his foot brushed against the Greek’s trapped manhood. There was a noticeable slowing of Greece’s wondrously talented mouth but not a full stop, not even as Spain began massaging the bulge.
A fretful ‘meow’ managed to somehow register in Spain’s consciousness. He blearily looked to the side, hand still stroking and petting Greece’s hair and using his foot to pleasure him in return for the fantastic blowjob--and met accusatory yellow eyes as Isadora still sat on the armrest. He tried to manage a reassuring smile (“It’s okay, we’re fine, we’re going to get you something to eat as soon as we’re done, I promise.“) but it came out all twisted as Greece began bobbing his head, sliding Spain’s cock all the way down his throat and back out.
“Grecia--” The name barely squeezed out between pants as Spain tried to warn him, tension gathering in his abdomen with the force of a tidal wave. In response Greece pulled back and began humming against the head of his cock, stroking the rest of it with his fingers, rougher, quicker, and Spain gripped the soft brown hair against with both hands as he spilled his seed into the other’s mouth, barely conscious of Greece continuing to squeeze and suck, swallowing and then pulling back, licking his lips.
Boneless, Spain slumped against the couch. He barely reacted with more than a twitch as the kitten slinked down off the armrest and stubbornly climbed onto his stomach even though he was panting, apparently with the intent to threaten harm if he didn’t pay attention to her. Now.
Greece barely caught her by the scruff before she climbed higher. He set her down on the floor and murmured something castigating in his native language, lips swollen and slick still, hair a disheveled mess from Spain’s grip. The kitten sauntered off, tail proudly held high and Greece rose smoothly to his feet as if he had only knelt for a second.
“Wait.” Spain sat forward, sensing Greece might honestly leave exactly the same way Isadora just had. He gripped Greece’s lean hips and opened up the man’s pants with his teeth, unsurprised to discover no underwear. He kissed the head of the weeping erection, tasting the salty, earth flavor and meting Greece’s eyes. “I have to thank you twice now.”
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Yes, and with France thrown in too, just because you mentioned in. ;A;
Oh gawd, omake!!!
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There should be moar Greece/Spain.
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Thank you! <3
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