Ever the Same [LietPolLiet] [6/7+Omake]
anonymous
August 25 2009, 18:03:44 UTC
Even knowing what was about to happen, Poland really hated the brief feeling of emptiness as Lithuania pulled his fingers away and lifted Poland’s legs around his waist. Empty, alone… They’d been forced apart too long. He’d been alone too long.
“Come on, Liet,” he said again, hardly more than a whisper this time. “I like, want you in me. I need you in me, I need you closer, I totally can’t stand waiting any longer, so-ohmigod!”
The world seemed to jerk to a halt for a moment, as both of them tried to get their bearings. Poland was still tight, almost like the first time they’d done this, and Lithuania could hardly hold himself up in the face of that tightness, that heat, that blessed friction… Beneath him, Poland gasped for air, head thrown back, skin flushed with excitement, whispering curses like they were terms of affection.
No more borders between them. No more boundaries.
For a few long, dizzy moments, they lay together, revelling quietly in the fullness, tightness, closeness… Then, Lithuania pulled back and pressed himself in again.
Poland made a low moan, deep in his throat. He’d always been vocal during sex, and Lithuania should really have known that being in a flimsy shed quite possibly within earshot of one or both of their armies wouldn’t change that. It was a little too late to scold him for his recklessness, though, since Lithuania was pretty sure that if he tried to talk right now, it would be neither dignified nor effective.
Nor necessary, he decided. They had all they needed, right there. Best not to worry about anything else, when everything felt so good…
Every moment, every touch, evey thrust brought them further and further from battlefields and betrayals, from enmity and loss and despair. There was nothing but them, nothing to regret or fear or mourn, nothing at all besides safety, comfort, sweet kisses and warm breath and molten heat gathering low down, pleasure so strong it almost hurt and kurwa, Liet, Liet, I like, can’t take any more!
Poland came first, biting his lip to hold in a scream, his nails digging in to the backs of Lithuania’s shoulders as his body shook and tensed.
Feeling Poland’s body (already so, so tight!) contract around him as the little blond trembled in his arms was nearly enough to undo Lithuania. Breath coming in short, weak gasps, he leaned his head against his best friend’s shoulder, pushed in a few times more, and came as well.
In the warm, drowsy silence after they had finished, as he lay with his head on Poland’s shoulder and Poland’s fingers stroking his hair, Lithuania noticed that the shots outside had stopped.
Thank God.
Not willing to dwell on the thought that it would just start up again tomorrow, he closed his eyes, listened to his lover’s quiet, melodic humming, and let sleep claim him for the first time in days.
Even knowing what was about to happen, Poland really hated the brief feeling of emptiness as Lithuania pulled his fingers away and lifted Poland’s legs around his waist. Empty, alone… They’d been forced apart too long. He’d been alone too long.
“Come on, Liet,” he said again, hardly more than a whisper this time. “I like, want you in me. I need you in me, I need you closer, I totally can’t stand waiting any longer, so-ohmigod!”
The world seemed to jerk to a halt for a moment, as both of them tried to get their bearings. Poland was still tight, almost like the first time they’d done this, and Lithuania could hardly hold himself up in the face of that tightness, that heat, that blessed friction… Beneath him, Poland gasped for air, head thrown back, skin flushed with excitement, whispering curses like they were terms of affection.
No more borders between them. No more boundaries.
For a few long, dizzy moments, they lay together, revelling quietly in the fullness, tightness, closeness… Then, Lithuania pulled back and pressed himself in again.
Poland made a low moan, deep in his throat. He’d always been vocal during sex, and Lithuania should really have known that being in a flimsy shed quite possibly within earshot of one or both of their armies wouldn’t change that. It was a little too late to scold him for his recklessness, though, since Lithuania was pretty sure that if he tried to talk right now, it would be neither dignified nor effective.
Nor necessary, he decided. They had all they needed, right there. Best not to worry about anything else, when everything felt so good…
Every moment, every touch, evey thrust brought them further and further from battlefields and betrayals, from enmity and loss and despair. There was nothing but them, nothing to regret or fear or mourn, nothing at all besides safety, comfort, sweet kisses and warm breath and molten heat gathering low down, pleasure so strong it almost hurt and kurwa, Liet, Liet, I like, can’t take any more!
Poland came first, biting his lip to hold in a scream, his nails digging in to the backs of Lithuania’s shoulders as his body shook and tensed.
Feeling Poland’s body (already so, so tight!) contract around him as the little blond trembled in his arms was nearly enough to undo Lithuania. Breath coming in short, weak gasps, he leaned his head against his best friend’s shoulder, pushed in a few times more, and came as well.
In the warm, drowsy silence after they had finished, as he lay with his head on Poland’s shoulder and Poland’s fingers stroking his hair, Lithuania noticed that the shots outside had stopped.
Thank God.
Not willing to dwell on the thought that it would just start up again tomorrow, he closed his eyes, listened to his lover’s quiet, melodic humming, and let sleep claim him for the first time in days.
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