Interruption [1/3] [LietPol]
anonymous
October 6 2009, 12:22:58 UTC
Frequent-Writer-of-LietPol!Anon is giving herself a break from a SUPER-ANGSTY LietPol fill, and what better way than with crossdressing kink, sex kitten!Poland, and shameless PWP? I love this pairing. Also, desksex.
“Hey, Liet…”
With a smile, if a half-exasperated one from having his work interrupted again, Lithuania turned to face his office door. “Yes, Poland?”
The sound of the latch clicking shut was his first clue what was going on, though his mind didn’t recognize it yet. Poland’s high heels tapped against the floor as he walked over and leaned on the edge of Lithuania’s desk, ignoring the paperwork already there. He was blushing, for some reason, though perhaps that could have been the make-up--slightly heavier than usual today, Lithuania noticed, though not in a tasteless way.
Lithuania coughed discreetly. “Uhm, can I help you with anything?”
In retrospect, Lithuania would wonder if that had really been the most appropriate wording possible.
However, at that moment, Poland made it a lot more difficult to think anything, because he was standing, and peeling off his overcoat, and letting it slump to the ground, and oh.
“Yeah,” said Poland, fixing his best friend with a stare from smokily-lined, brilliant green eyes. “You totally can.”
“Christ,” breathed Lithuania, unable for a moment to do anything but look.
He wasn’t quite sure which part of Poland to stare at, though his eyes kept trying to stray back towards the hem of his skirt, high enough to just barely keep Poland’s important bits covered, all dark red and slinky… His waist was also unusually tempting, pulled in far enough by his white, red-trimmed corset to give him the illusion of curves like a woman’s. No shirt underneath it or over it, shoulders and arms left wonderfully pale and bare, dusted lightly with white glitter… He’d done a good job with his makeup, natural-looking blush and smoldering eyes and red, red lips that looked so amazingly soft… And, of course, there were his legs, made longer and curvier by those heels, sheathed in alabaster silk to the middle of the thigh and--and were those garters? God. God, those were garters.
And that skirt was still something.
“Liet? Um, like, hello? Are you like, okay and junk?”
Oh. Words. Those were important. “Ah. Y-Yes.”
“Good.” All of a sudden, Poland was straddling his lap, one slim arm draped over Lithuania’s shoulders, his hand starting to undo Lithuania’s tie. His nails, Lithuania noticed, matched his skirt. And he smelled good. He wasn’t sure how someone could smell sultry, but whatever perfume the blond was wearing, it worked. “’Cause I totally need you to fuck me. Hard.”
Interruption [2/3 or 4] [LietPol]
anonymous
October 6 2009, 12:24:58 UTC
Lithuania swallowed. His hands slid up Poland’s thighs, silk and skin, smooth as good vodka, and there was no way Lithuania was going to even try to resist that.
He smiled. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Poland’s self-control, hardly much to speak of in the first place, shattered. Grabbing Lithuania’s lapels in both hands, he dragged him up into a kiss, hungry and demanding and passionate as the nation himself. Lithuania didn’t bother stifling a groan, shifting his hands up to rest on his lover’s tight, cute ass as he kissed him back.
Never one to let Lithuania get complacent, Poland sucked Lithuania’s lower lip into his mouth, teasing gently with his sharp little teeth. Lithuania’s breath hitched, and he found himself pulling Poland further up into his lap, kissing him harder, deeper, with more and more fervor.
Experimentally, he pressed his hips up against Poland’s thighs. The motion sent a rush of sensation through him, and above him, Poland moaned, pushing down in response.
Kissing wasn’t going to be enough for the impatient little blond for long, though, and as quickly as he’d begun it, he broke away, beginning to unbutton Lithuania’s shirt as he kissed his way down his throat.
The trail of kisses didn’t stop there, either. Heart pounding wildly against his ribs, Lithuania watched Poland kiss down his chest, down his stomach, leaving lipstick smudges and love bites in his wake. “Poland,” he breathed, reaching down to run his fingers through soft, blond hair.
Reaching the waistband of his pants, Poland pressed a kiss to the front of them, then one to his palm, then smiled up at him like the most innocent devil or the filthiest angel ever to live, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks. “Mm?”
Lithuania shook his head slightly, smiling affectionately down at him. “Nothing. Just… Thinking about how beautiful you are.” Then, remembering how Poland got when he was in moods like this, he lowered his voice and added, “And how much prettier you’d be with those lips of yours around my cock.”
It was embarrassing to say that sort of thing aloud, but it seemed to have the intended effect, because Poland moaned, the pink in his cheeks brightening and his eyes clouding with lust for a moment. Almost sheepishly, he smiled up at Lithuania, then without any further warning, he had Lithuania’s pants around his knees and his cock halfway down his throat.
Gasping, Lithuania clenched one fist on the arm of his chair and the other in Poland’s hair, trying not to buck up into his friend’s mouth. It was tempting, of course, to just thrust into that tight, soft heat until he went mad from it, but he wasn’t sure just how rough Poland wanted it, and didn’t really want to interrupt him to ask if it was all right. And he could half-hear Poland, in his disapproving voice, could see him with a hand on his hip and a pout on his lips--God, Liet, do you mind? I’m totally trying to blow you, seriously, so chill and let me do my thing!
Which didn’t seem like a bad idea, anyway. Poland was doing a remarkable job all by himself, and Lithuania caught himself squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip to try and quiet his little cries. Poland’s tongue was just so damn soft, so warm, so talented, and he was purring in the back of his throat and sending shivers straight through Lithuania, was scraping his dark red nails so, so gently over his stomach and thighs, and Lithuania moaned aloud, trembling slightly as he tried to keep from thrusting.
The trembling only intensified as Poland moved a hand to tease at his balls gently, taking Liet’s almost painfully aroused cock out of his mouth only to lean in and lick slowly from the base to the tip.
Then his mouth was gone, though his hand lingered in its place, pumping Lithuania too-lightly, teasing him.
Interruption [3/3] [LietPol]
anonymous
October 6 2009, 12:25:55 UTC
“God, I so totally love your cock…” Lithuania’s eyes fluttered open in surprise at the sound of his voice, and he went bright red from embarrassment. Poland, though, seemed not to notice, trailing the tips of his fingernails light as a feather along the length of the body part in question. “So big… I love it so much when you fuck me, Liet. Love it when you like, get hard in my mouth or in my hands, and when you just fill me until I can’t take any more….”
Flickering his eyes up to meet Lithuania’s, he smiled wickedly. “Fuck me. Like, now.”
Who was Lithuania, to refuse a demand like that?
“Lie on the desk.”
Poland smiled brightly, scooping up the papers littering the area and tossing them haphazardly into the nearby inbox before he lay down, sprawled with an effortless, casual grace, Lithuania’s for the taking.
Trying to be as calm as possible despite the blush on his cheeks and his obvious arousal, Lithuania took off his shoes and got rid of his pants properly, before leaning over Poland and kissing him fiercely. Poland had made it abundantly clear how he wanted things to go today, and Lithuania, terrible at refusing him things even when he wanted to, was all too happy to oblige.
The blond let out a desperate moan as Lithuania’s hand slid up underneath his panties, wrapping around his cock and pumping roughly. He bucked like a wild horse, small hands fisting in the back of Lithuania’s shirt.
“More,” he begged, breaking the kiss and panting for air. “More, please, Liet, please, more…!”
“So impatient,” Lithuania murmured, but it wasn’t nearly the complaint it usually was. Pressing a kiss to the corner of Poland’s lips, he slid the blond’s panties down and reached to prepare him… only to find the job already done.
“P-Poland, did you--”
Poland groaned, looking up at Lithuania in desperation. “Liet! Like, less talk, more--AH!”
Poland’s back arched, and Lithuania echoed his cry, trembling as he tried to adjust to the wonderful, mind-searing pleasure of being in Poland. He took a few deep breaths, but even then, it didn’t seem like he was going to be able to delay the end very long at this rate.
It might not matter, though, Lithuania decided. Poland was hard enough already that as long as he could hold out longer than the blond, it would be all right.
He moved slowly at first, in a little farther, then out, then farther in again, until he was buried completely in Poland, sheathed in white-hot pleasure. Poland cursed beneath him, pressed fevered kisses to his throat, trembled desperately…
Leaning an arm on the desk for support, Lithuania started to thrust in earnest, pushing as deep into Poland as he could go with each movement. Slowly, then a little faster, and a little faster… Lithuania slowed for a moment, to lift Poland’s legs over his shoulders, then sped up again.
Gasping all of a sudden, Poland tossed his head back against the desk. “Fuck,” he breathed, his whole body taut and trembling, “There. Right there, Liet, right--ah!” He clutched Lithuania tightly to himself, as Lithuania did as he was told, took him just like that, harder faster more, oh God, oh God, please, yes, please, Liet, please, yes!
Crying Lithuania’s name, Poland came hard, spilling white seed all over Lithuania’s stomach and the front of his own clothes. His body trembled, and tightened, and that was all Lithuania could take; stifling his own cry against Poland’s shoulder, he filled him one last time and came.
For some minutes, neither one of them had the will to move, as they lay still and waited for their lungs to start working like normal and the world to stop spinning.
Finally, Poland spoke.
“Hey, Liet?”
“Mm?”
“…My skirt’s totally grody now.”
“I’ll lend you clothes and wash it for you.”
“Oh, okay. Cool.”
And, having satisfied both his needs and his concerns, Poland promptly fell asleep on Lithuania’s desk.
Really, Lithuania thought, as he carefully carried his dozing partner to the couch, he could be so impulsive. If he wasn’t so cute, he would have driven Lithuania mad long ago.
As it was, though, he didn’t actually feel too inclined to complain.
Re: Interruption [3/3] [LietPol]
anonymous
October 6 2009, 15:39:40 UTC
You wanna know what made this story even better than it already was with the dead-on characterizations, the mind-melting hotness, and the oh-lord-really funny moments between the two/
Poland's makeup and outfit. HELL FUCKING YES. I'm totally saving this to my hard drive, no joke.
“Hey, Liet…”
With a smile, if a half-exasperated one from having his work interrupted again, Lithuania turned to face his office door. “Yes, Poland?”
The sound of the latch clicking shut was his first clue what was going on, though his mind didn’t recognize it yet. Poland’s high heels tapped against the floor as he walked over and leaned on the edge of Lithuania’s desk, ignoring the paperwork already there. He was blushing, for some reason, though perhaps that could have been the make-up--slightly heavier than usual today, Lithuania noticed, though not in a tasteless way.
Lithuania coughed discreetly. “Uhm, can I help you with anything?”
In retrospect, Lithuania would wonder if that had really been the most appropriate wording possible.
However, at that moment, Poland made it a lot more difficult to think anything, because he was standing, and peeling off his overcoat, and letting it slump to the ground, and oh.
“Yeah,” said Poland, fixing his best friend with a stare from smokily-lined, brilliant green eyes. “You totally can.”
“Christ,” breathed Lithuania, unable for a moment to do anything but look.
He wasn’t quite sure which part of Poland to stare at, though his eyes kept trying to stray back towards the hem of his skirt, high enough to just barely keep Poland’s important bits covered, all dark red and slinky… His waist was also unusually tempting, pulled in far enough by his white, red-trimmed corset to give him the illusion of curves like a woman’s. No shirt underneath it or over it, shoulders and arms left wonderfully pale and bare, dusted lightly with white glitter… He’d done a good job with his makeup, natural-looking blush and smoldering eyes and red, red lips that looked so amazingly soft… And, of course, there were his legs, made longer and curvier by those heels, sheathed in alabaster silk to the middle of the thigh and--and were those garters? God. God, those were garters.
And that skirt was still something.
“Liet? Um, like, hello? Are you like, okay and junk?”
Oh. Words. Those were important. “Ah. Y-Yes.”
“Good.” All of a sudden, Poland was straddling his lap, one slim arm draped over Lithuania’s shoulders, his hand starting to undo Lithuania’s tie. His nails, Lithuania noticed, matched his skirt. And he smelled good. He wasn’t sure how someone could smell sultry, but whatever perfume the blond was wearing, it worked. “’Cause I totally need you to fuck me. Hard.”
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Lithuania swallowed. His hands slid up Poland’s thighs, silk and skin, smooth as good vodka, and there was no way Lithuania was going to even try to resist that.
He smiled. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Poland’s self-control, hardly much to speak of in the first place, shattered. Grabbing Lithuania’s lapels in both hands, he dragged him up into a kiss, hungry and demanding and passionate as the nation himself. Lithuania didn’t bother stifling a groan, shifting his hands up to rest on his lover’s tight, cute ass as he kissed him back.
Never one to let Lithuania get complacent, Poland sucked Lithuania’s lower lip into his mouth, teasing gently with his sharp little teeth. Lithuania’s breath hitched, and he found himself pulling Poland further up into his lap, kissing him harder, deeper, with more and more fervor.
Experimentally, he pressed his hips up against Poland’s thighs. The motion sent a rush of sensation through him, and above him, Poland moaned, pushing down in response.
Kissing wasn’t going to be enough for the impatient little blond for long, though, and as quickly as he’d begun it, he broke away, beginning to unbutton Lithuania’s shirt as he kissed his way down his throat.
The trail of kisses didn’t stop there, either. Heart pounding wildly against his ribs, Lithuania watched Poland kiss down his chest, down his stomach, leaving lipstick smudges and love bites in his wake. “Poland,” he breathed, reaching down to run his fingers through soft, blond hair.
Reaching the waistband of his pants, Poland pressed a kiss to the front of them, then one to his palm, then smiled up at him like the most innocent devil or the filthiest angel ever to live, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks. “Mm?”
Lithuania shook his head slightly, smiling affectionately down at him. “Nothing. Just… Thinking about how beautiful you are.” Then, remembering how Poland got when he was in moods like this, he lowered his voice and added, “And how much prettier you’d be with those lips of yours around my cock.”
It was embarrassing to say that sort of thing aloud, but it seemed to have the intended effect, because Poland moaned, the pink in his cheeks brightening and his eyes clouding with lust for a moment. Almost sheepishly, he smiled up at Lithuania, then without any further warning, he had Lithuania’s pants around his knees and his cock halfway down his throat.
Gasping, Lithuania clenched one fist on the arm of his chair and the other in Poland’s hair, trying not to buck up into his friend’s mouth. It was tempting, of course, to just thrust into that tight, soft heat until he went mad from it, but he wasn’t sure just how rough Poland wanted it, and didn’t really want to interrupt him to ask if it was all right. And he could half-hear Poland, in his disapproving voice, could see him with a hand on his hip and a pout on his lips--God, Liet, do you mind? I’m totally trying to blow you, seriously, so chill and let me do my thing!
Which didn’t seem like a bad idea, anyway. Poland was doing a remarkable job all by himself, and Lithuania caught himself squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip to try and quiet his little cries. Poland’s tongue was just so damn soft, so warm, so talented, and he was purring in the back of his throat and sending shivers straight through Lithuania, was scraping his dark red nails so, so gently over his stomach and thighs, and Lithuania moaned aloud, trembling slightly as he tried to keep from thrusting.
The trembling only intensified as Poland moved a hand to tease at his balls gently, taking Liet’s almost painfully aroused cock out of his mouth only to lean in and lick slowly from the base to the tip.
Then his mouth was gone, though his hand lingered in its place, pumping Lithuania too-lightly, teasing him.
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“God, I so totally love your cock…” Lithuania’s eyes fluttered open in surprise at the sound of his voice, and he went bright red from embarrassment. Poland, though, seemed not to notice, trailing the tips of his fingernails light as a feather along the length of the body part in question. “So big… I love it so much when you fuck me, Liet. Love it when you like, get hard in my mouth or in my hands, and when you just fill me until I can’t take any more….”
Flickering his eyes up to meet Lithuania’s, he smiled wickedly. “Fuck me. Like, now.”
Who was Lithuania, to refuse a demand like that?
“Lie on the desk.”
Poland smiled brightly, scooping up the papers littering the area and tossing them haphazardly into the nearby inbox before he lay down, sprawled with an effortless, casual grace, Lithuania’s for the taking.
Trying to be as calm as possible despite the blush on his cheeks and his obvious arousal, Lithuania took off his shoes and got rid of his pants properly, before leaning over Poland and kissing him fiercely. Poland had made it abundantly clear how he wanted things to go today, and Lithuania, terrible at refusing him things even when he wanted to, was all too happy to oblige.
The blond let out a desperate moan as Lithuania’s hand slid up underneath his panties, wrapping around his cock and pumping roughly. He bucked like a wild horse, small hands fisting in the back of Lithuania’s shirt.
“More,” he begged, breaking the kiss and panting for air. “More, please, Liet, please, more…!”
“So impatient,” Lithuania murmured, but it wasn’t nearly the complaint it usually was. Pressing a kiss to the corner of Poland’s lips, he slid the blond’s panties down and reached to prepare him… only to find the job already done.
“P-Poland, did you--”
Poland groaned, looking up at Lithuania in desperation. “Liet! Like, less talk, more--AH!”
Poland’s back arched, and Lithuania echoed his cry, trembling as he tried to adjust to the wonderful, mind-searing pleasure of being in Poland. He took a few deep breaths, but even then, it didn’t seem like he was going to be able to delay the end very long at this rate.
It might not matter, though, Lithuania decided. Poland was hard enough already that as long as he could hold out longer than the blond, it would be all right.
He moved slowly at first, in a little farther, then out, then farther in again, until he was buried completely in Poland, sheathed in white-hot pleasure. Poland cursed beneath him, pressed fevered kisses to his throat, trembled desperately…
Leaning an arm on the desk for support, Lithuania started to thrust in earnest, pushing as deep into Poland as he could go with each movement. Slowly, then a little faster, and a little faster… Lithuania slowed for a moment, to lift Poland’s legs over his shoulders, then sped up again.
Gasping all of a sudden, Poland tossed his head back against the desk. “Fuck,” he breathed, his whole body taut and trembling, “There. Right there, Liet, right--ah!” He clutched Lithuania tightly to himself, as Lithuania did as he was told, took him just like that, harder faster more, oh God, oh God, please, yes, please, Liet, please, yes!
Crying Lithuania’s name, Poland came hard, spilling white seed all over Lithuania’s stomach and the front of his own clothes. His body trembled, and tightened, and that was all Lithuania could take; stifling his own cry against Poland’s shoulder, he filled him one last time and came.
For some minutes, neither one of them had the will to move, as they lay still and waited for their lungs to start working like normal and the world to stop spinning.
Finally, Poland spoke.
“Hey, Liet?”
“Mm?”
“…My skirt’s totally grody now.”
“I’ll lend you clothes and wash it for you.”
“Oh, okay. Cool.”
And, having satisfied both his needs and his concerns, Poland promptly fell asleep on Lithuania’s desk.
Really, Lithuania thought, as he carefully carried his dozing partner to the couch, he could be so impulsive. If he wasn’t so cute, he would have driven Lithuania mad long ago.
As it was, though, he didn’t actually feel too inclined to complain.
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“Mm?”
“…My skirt’s totally grody now.”
“I’ll lend you clothes and wash it for you.”
“Oh, okay. Cool.”
Fuck, I love Poland. I love Liet for putting up with Poland. I just love this pairing so much, and this was a really sexy fill :)
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Poland's makeup and outfit. HELL FUCKING YES. I'm totally saving this to my hard drive, no joke.
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<333333333333!!!
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Keep it comming anons! This OP will love you more and more~~~ GOLDEN INTERNET COOKIES await for those who fill~~~
Oh! And don't be shy to put up some crack anons! Crack's fun~ There should be more of it to go around XD
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