LATVIA'S NIGHT OF [MIS]FORTUNE (4/5)
anonymous
October 7 2009, 08:10:05 UTC
Raivis was out of the room in a flash, hiding his glaring erection. Where was he going? Heck if the boy knew... “To the right.” Peter called from behind him and he turned the corner... wait. This most definitely was not the bathroom because he was in a plain looking room furnished conveniently with a double bed.
“Guest bedroom,” Peter winked, chuckling, “Useful, yes?”
Raivis just stared.
Peter stuck out a tongue, “I know, sneaky plan, eh? I am the great Sealand after all.”
The Latvian boy felt his mouth open and close, but no sound came out.
“And because I’m so great and big hearted,” Peter started again, scooting closer, “I think I’ll help you out with your little... problem.”
Under his ribcage, Raivis’ heart thundered. He should say something... stop Peter now, before... before...
It was too late.
In a second, Peter had him pinned to the bed, one hand holding his arms down above his head, the other working furiously on unzipping his pants. Peter seemed eager, he was always eager. Raivis tried to protest, murmuring a soft, “...n-no...” which quickly turned to, “nnnhh... yes...”
Dinner? Time? Keeping the parents waiting?
The thoughts flew out of Raivis’ head when with strong fingers, Peter yanked his pants down and wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock. Raivis moaned, the sound escaping hot and heavy from his lips. He wanted more, so much more...
Peter seemed to understand, “Shhhh... try and be quiet.”
And the hand pumped harder, sliding along his length roughly, the lack of lubrication only serving to heighten the friction. Raivis could feel his stomach knot, his hips starting to thrust up to meet the heated palm of Peter’s hand. Harder; the tempo was dizzying, Raivis wanted this so badly now. Pre-cum slicked the top of his quivering cock. Faster; still in his socks and shoes, Raivis felt his toes curling; his hands fisted the bed sheets.
“Aaaahhhhhhh! Peter...!” He was so close now, he was, oh god, he was going to-
The hand stopped dead, falling completely still as Raivis absolutely keened at the loss of touch, his hips thrust up in a bid for contact, any contact at all. He squirmed under Peter’s grip, whimpering, “D-don’t stop...”
“Shhhh...!” Peter hissed again quickly as Raivis bit his lip, forcing the words back. Instead, he looked up and caught Peter’s dark sea-blue eyes. They were glittering lovingly. Dangerously. And filmed over in a dark desire that Raivis had never seen before on the younger boy.
“Trust me.” Was all Peter said, and Raivis did just that.
Not breaking eye contact, Peter started shifting down, painfully slowly. What was he doing? Raivis thought, not for the first time that night. Why was he-- it was suddenly so clear what Peter’s intentions were as a wet warmth enveloped his cock. Raivis sucked in a breath, trying not to ram the rest of his throbbing erection in with the rest. His breathing hitched.
An intrepid tongue darted out to run up and down, Peter moaned as he tasted every ridge, every quiver, every flavour of that heated flesh. He sucked hard, taking more of Raivis into his mouth.
“Yesss...”
The husky voice above him urged Peter on as he bobbed his head up and down quickly, wrapping a lithe tongue around the hard cock.
“Oh, Peter... y-yes...! Ah!” Raivis muttered unintelligibly, babbling, the tightness around him pushing him over the edge. He was pumping mercilessly into Peter’s mouth, both hands tangled in the sheets as he threw his head back, eyes shut, back arching and screamed.
“AHHHHHH...!!!”
Raivis came hard into Peter’s throat, hips bucking wildly as every muscle spasmed and stars exploded behind his closed eyelids. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm down as his body fell back against the bed, spent and exhausted.
Raivis trembled as the younger boy moved up along his body, landing a small kiss on his lips. There was the taste of his seed still on Peter’s tongue. A salty tang that tasted sweet to him. Raivis blushed suddenly as he realised that Peter had swallowed. And enjoyed it.
“Mmm, Rai, think I’d rather have you for dinner.” Peter said with a sleepy grin.
“Oh no!” The Latvian yelped, sitting up, “Dinner!”
Re: LATVIA'S NIGHT OF [MIS]FORTUNE (5/5) (END)
anonymous
October 7 2009, 23:43:36 UTC
Best SeaLat fic with a side of SuFin ever. The last line in that picture just clinches it. XD Protective!Sweden is so awesome. XD God I'm saving this to my hard drive, no joke.
“Guest bedroom,” Peter winked, chuckling, “Useful, yes?”
Raivis just stared.
Peter stuck out a tongue, “I know, sneaky plan, eh? I am the great
Sealand after all.”
The Latvian boy felt his mouth open and close, but no sound came out.
“And because I’m so great and big hearted,” Peter started again, scooting closer, “I think I’ll help you out with your little... problem.”
Under his ribcage, Raivis’ heart thundered. He should say something... stop Peter now, before... before...
It was too late.
In a second, Peter had him pinned to the bed, one hand holding his arms down above his head, the other working furiously on unzipping his pants. Peter seemed eager, he was always eager. Raivis tried to protest, murmuring a soft, “...n-no...” which quickly turned to, “nnnhh... yes...”
Dinner? Time? Keeping the parents waiting?
The thoughts flew out of Raivis’ head when with strong fingers, Peter yanked his pants down and wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock. Raivis moaned, the sound escaping hot and heavy from his lips. He wanted more, so much more...
Peter seemed to understand, “Shhhh... try and be quiet.”
And the hand pumped harder, sliding along his length roughly, the lack of lubrication only serving to heighten the friction. Raivis could feel his stomach knot, his hips starting to thrust up to meet the heated palm of Peter’s hand. Harder; the tempo was dizzying, Raivis wanted this so badly now. Pre-cum slicked the top of his quivering cock. Faster; still in his socks and shoes, Raivis felt his toes curling; his hands fisted the bed sheets.
“Aaaahhhhhhh! Peter...!” He was so close now, he was, oh god, he was going to-
The hand stopped dead, falling completely still as Raivis absolutely keened at the loss of touch, his hips thrust up in a bid for contact, any contact at all. He squirmed under Peter’s grip, whimpering, “D-don’t stop...”
“Shhhh...!” Peter hissed again quickly as Raivis bit his lip, forcing the words back. Instead, he looked up and caught Peter’s dark sea-blue eyes. They were glittering lovingly. Dangerously. And filmed over in a dark desire that Raivis had never seen before on the younger boy.
“Trust me.” Was all Peter said, and Raivis did just that.
Not breaking eye contact, Peter started shifting down, painfully slowly. What was he doing? Raivis thought, not for the first time that night. Why was he-- it was suddenly so clear what Peter’s intentions were as a wet warmth enveloped his cock. Raivis sucked in a breath, trying not to ram the rest of his throbbing erection in with the rest. His breathing hitched.
An intrepid tongue darted out to run up and down, Peter moaned as he tasted every ridge, every quiver, every flavour of that heated flesh. He sucked hard, taking more of Raivis into his mouth.
“Yesss...”
The husky voice above him urged Peter on as he bobbed his head up and down quickly, wrapping a lithe tongue around the hard cock.
“Oh, Peter... y-yes...! Ah!” Raivis muttered unintelligibly, babbling, the tightness around him pushing him over the edge. He was pumping mercilessly into Peter’s mouth, both hands tangled in the sheets as he threw his head back, eyes shut, back arching and screamed.
“AHHHHHH...!!!”
Raivis came hard into Peter’s throat, hips bucking wildly as every muscle spasmed and stars exploded behind his closed eyelids. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm down as his body fell back against the bed, spent and exhausted.
Raivis trembled as the younger boy moved up along his body, landing a small kiss on his lips. There was the taste of his seed still on Peter’s tongue. A salty tang that tasted sweet to him. Raivis blushed suddenly as he realised that Peter had swallowed. And enjoyed it.
“Mmm, Rai, think I’d rather have you for dinner.” Peter said with a sleepy grin.
“Oh no!” The Latvian yelped, sitting up, “Dinner!”
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~*~THE END~*~
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Fffff so awesome, whyyyyyy?
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sorry for lacking artskillz =D
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