Help yourself, detka. (3/?) TBC
anonymous
September 6 2009, 17:20:47 UTC
The tea was steaming hot, poured into white cups with blue floral pattern ("It's called gzhel. It is one of my folk arts."). It was black tea with peppermint and some other herbs added to it. Plates appeared on the table again, with more pirozhki, this time sweet, large cancakes, small dry bagels ("Net, net, these are sushki"), sausers with slices of lemon ("Put it into your cup. This is the Russian way of drinking tea.") and bowls with some kind of jam. Antonio moved one of the bowls closer to himself, took some of the jam into his spoon and tasted it. Yummy! It was made of small red berries Antonio had never tasted before. The aroma was strong and spicy, very unusual with a slight bitter aftertaste.
-Ivan, what is this? It is delicious!
-Ah, this? This is varenye. It's like jam, but a bit different. This one is made of brusnika... Foxberries. - While speaking, Ivan was staring at Antonio, his rosy cheeks, his lips, which had a bit of varenye on them, his green eyes, which complimented his violet ones in colour so well. Antonio couldn't help but freeze under that gaze, he felt ashamed of something he had never done. His breath became uneven and he was desperately trying to hide it. Maybe it was the vodka acting up, but when he looked back at Ivan, he saw something carnivorous stir in those deep purple eyes. He felt Ivan's glance stop on his neck, then on his clavicle. Antonio's heart was beating faster and faster, even though he didn't understand where the tense atmosphere was coming from. On the other side of the table, Ivan shook his head lightly and smiled reassuringly:
-Why are you so scared, malysh? Please, eat. Would you like something more? - Ivan raised his large hand and moved a plate of pancakes closer to Antonio. The smaller nation couldn't help but stare at those large knuckles. He remembered those fingers on his chin when, just a few minutes ago, Ivan's lips were..
Ivan was definitely contnent with the confusion he created. He was eyeing Antonio like a cat, who was about to have some good fun with the mouse before devouring it.
-Try putting some varenye inside a rolled pancake. It will be good, da?
Antonio nodded and smiled. After all, he couldn't hate Ivan, and even though he was quite a bit scared and confused, he appreciated the other nation's effort. While putting a pancake on a saucer and filling it with varenye, he kept thinking to himself: "It'll be OK. The dinner is almost over. I will finish the tea, thank Ivan for everything and leave, as fast as possible. It wasn't that bad, after all. Ivan may be weird, but the food was good and...
SPLATTER! Waking up from his thoughts, Antonio realised that he had put too much varenye in the pancake, and once he rolled it and started eating it from one end, everything was squeezed out of the other, dirtying his shirt, his pants, even his face! "Ugh, why didn't I pay attention??..
The next thing he knew, there was Ivan. Everywhere around him. And he was licking the varenye off Antonio's face, moving his soft tongue along the smaller nation's lips. It made Spain let out a pleading moan and open his mouth sightly, begging for more of that warm tongue. All the confusing feelings he had had during the dinner were now overflowing, until Antonio realised that it was not shame and not fear, but attraction to those large hands, those broad shoulders and those sharp eyes with a carnivorous look in them. He was not sure what it was that Ivan had done to make him feel that way. Antonio just wanted to de devoured, swallowed whole, right on that table... These indecent, shameful thoughts made his face burn up again.
Meanwhile, Russia was teasing Spain's soft lips with his tongue, running it along them again, pressing on them gently, almost entering Antonio's mouth with it, but removing it in the last moment, until Antonio moaned louder and stuck out his own tongue, trying to catch Ivan's with it. Ivan chuckled and teased Antonio's tongue with his fingers instead, rubbing the tip with them, entering Spain's mouth and rubbing his tongue in curcular motion, while pulling the smaller nation closer and wispering into his very ear:
-Aj-aj-aj... these clothes are very dirty. We need to remove them, da?
Re: Help yourself, detka. (3b/?) TBC
anonymous
September 6 2009, 17:48:45 UTC
The wisper made Antonio go weak in his knees. Ivan quicky, almost roughly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off Spain's slender torso. Then he removed the dirty trousers, leaving Spain only in his briefs. All the plates were quickly pushed to the edges of the table, creating a wide free space in the center, and then Antonio was thrown on there, yelping because of quick movement. Russia was standing in front of the table, the same carnivorous smile playing on his lips.
-What the hell?? Ivan, what are you doing, this is... - Spain was trying to keep the last bit of sense, before his head would start spinning around and he would give in.. What was about to happen was terrible, immoral, what would the other nations say...
-Shhhhhh. - Ivan pressed his own finder to his lips. - Now I will have my dinner too, da? His smile became even wider.
-Ivan, what is this? It is delicious!
-Ah, this? This is varenye. It's like jam, but a bit different. This one is made of brusnika... Foxberries. - While speaking, Ivan was staring at Antonio, his rosy cheeks, his lips, which had a bit of varenye on them, his green eyes, which complimented his violet ones in colour so well. Antonio couldn't help but freeze under that gaze, he felt ashamed of something he had never done. His breath became uneven and he was desperately trying to hide it. Maybe it was the vodka acting up, but when he looked back at Ivan, he saw something carnivorous stir in those deep purple eyes. He felt Ivan's glance stop on his neck, then on his clavicle. Antonio's heart was beating faster and faster, even though he didn't understand where the tense atmosphere was coming from. On the other side of the table, Ivan shook his head lightly and smiled reassuringly:
-Why are you so scared, malysh? Please, eat. Would you like something more? - Ivan raised his large hand and moved a plate of pancakes closer to Antonio. The smaller nation couldn't help but stare at those large knuckles. He remembered those fingers on his chin when, just a few minutes ago, Ivan's lips were..
Ivan was definitely contnent with the confusion he created. He was eyeing Antonio like a cat, who was about to have some good fun with the mouse before devouring it.
-Try putting some varenye inside a rolled pancake. It will be good, da?
Antonio nodded and smiled. After all, he couldn't hate Ivan, and even though he was quite a bit scared and confused, he appreciated the other nation's effort. While putting a pancake on a saucer and filling it with varenye, he kept thinking to himself: "It'll be OK. The dinner is almost over. I will finish the tea, thank Ivan for everything and leave, as fast as possible. It wasn't that bad, after all. Ivan may be weird, but the food was good and...
SPLATTER!
Waking up from his thoughts, Antonio realised that he had put too much varenye in the pancake, and once he rolled it and started eating it from one end, everything was squeezed out of the other, dirtying his shirt, his pants, even his face!
"Ugh, why didn't I pay attention??..
The next thing he knew, there was Ivan. Everywhere around him. And he was licking the varenye off Antonio's face, moving his soft tongue along the smaller nation's lips. It made Spain let out a pleading moan and open his mouth sightly, begging for more of that warm tongue. All the confusing feelings he had had during the dinner were now overflowing, until Antonio realised that it was not shame and not fear, but attraction to those large hands, those broad shoulders and those sharp eyes with a carnivorous look in them. He was not sure what it was that Ivan had done to make him feel that way. Antonio just wanted to de devoured, swallowed whole, right on that table... These indecent, shameful thoughts made his face burn up again.
Meanwhile, Russia was teasing Spain's soft lips with his tongue, running it along them again, pressing on them gently, almost entering Antonio's mouth with it, but removing it in the last moment, until Antonio moaned louder and stuck out his own tongue, trying to catch Ivan's with it. Ivan chuckled and teased Antonio's tongue with his fingers instead, rubbing the tip with them, entering Spain's mouth and rubbing his tongue in curcular motion, while pulling the smaller nation closer and wispering into his very ear:
-Aj-aj-aj... these clothes are very dirty. We need to remove them, da?
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-What the hell?? Ivan, what are you doing, this is... - Spain was trying to keep the last bit of sense, before his head would start spinning around and he would give in.. What was about to happen was terrible, immoral, what would the other nations say...
-Shhhhhh. - Ivan pressed his own finder to his lips. - Now I will have my dinner too, da?
His smile became even wider.
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