Cuban Cigars [3/4]
anonymous
November 25 2009, 01:26:53 UTC
Cuba choked on his own protest. He reached a shaking hand, hesitated, then pressed down on the back of America’s head. He angled his hips has best as he could, and turned his face away, into the leather of the forgotten bomber jacket. He thrust mindlessly into the wet heat, every slurp and vulgar sound making his sweat-drenched skin break into goose bumps.
A stream of softly muttered words escaped him, curses and encouragements and he didn’t know what else, all in Spanish. He knew and hated and loved that the blond understood every one.
He should have hated this. He didn’t. When he came, he watched America swallow it all down, all except for a single stream of cum that escaped the corner of his mouth and snaked its way down his chin. Cuba excused the feeling of ecstasy radiating through his bones by reminded himself that fucking his hated neighbor’s mouth was as good a revenge, if not a better one, as getting to fire the missiles so many years ago would have been.
Cuba lay as if boneless as America licked him clean. His eyes wandered over America’s form, clothes sticky with sweat and cum still dotting the side of his mouth. He finally noticed that at some point America had let go of the base of Cuba’s cock, and had unbuckled his own pants, and was still fervently pumping himself.
Without much thought, Cuba leaned forward, pushing America back by the shoulders, and let his hand join and wrap around America’s slick member. The blond nation had already been close, and after a few more pumps of their interlocked hands, he came with a shudder.
Cuban Cigars [4/4]
anonymous
November 25 2009, 01:30:09 UTC
Cuba still didn’t know what to think as America finished cleaning himself up. He found the cigar America had snatched from him before, and felt some calm as it found its familiar place between his teeth. America stared at its growing red tip with a sort of longing as he came over to retrieve his jacket. Cuba leaned forward in his seat to accommodate, and America was able to pick it up without hassle.
“Even with the smuggling, it’s hard to find authentic Cuban cigars back home,” he admitted.
“Grab the other cigar,” Cuba commanded suddenly. “I’ll light it for you before you leave.”
America looked surprised, then pleased as he eagerly snatched up the cigar he’d abandoned on the desk earlier. Cuba took it and gave a look of disapproval as he muttered, “Come mierda, look at how you cut it. See if it doesn’t unravel.” He gave it back to the blond, who popped it in his mouth and leaned forward as Cuba struck a wooden match.
When it was lit, America blew the first puff of smoke into Cuba’s face.
“Pinga! Get the fuck out of me and back to your own home!” he coughed.
America grinned at the word choice, holding the cigar between his index and middle fingers like a cigarette. “I’ve been trying to get my people to cut back on tobacco products, you know. But the smokers are right, you make pretty awesome cigars. Not better than mine, though,” he added quickly.
“You make cigars?” Cuba wanted to laugh, but he was still not willing to be at ease with America, even if the blond gave great head.
America shrugged, was eying Cuba up and down thoughtfully. After a moment, he asked, “So, do you always give cigars as payment for sexual favors?”
Cuba almost choked on the smoke of his own cigar. America’s grin widened. “You’re a commie bastard, but you might be seeing more of me from now on,” he laughed. He slung his jacket over his arm and made for the door. “Loosen up, okay? My new boss is trying to be nicer to you than most of the other ones have been. It’d be nice if our kids could visit each other a little more frequently someday.”
Cuba didn’t like the way he said any of that, but held his tongue for once as America left. He was about to ring the maid to clean up the mess of drawers America had left (the maid who could be counted on to also discreetly wipe up the stain on the floor without asking questions), when the blond popped his head back in.
“By the way, whatever meeting we both happen to be at next, bring more cigars. As long as the meeting isn’t in my house, of course. I’ll pay you for them.”
He dodged the thrown paperweight with expert speed.
___________ Some random notes:
*I am not a smoker, and never have been. If I made some mistakes in my description of cigars/the smoking of cigars, I apologize. *That said, I read somewhere that cigars are supposed to be held between your index finger and thumb. I had Alfred hold his cigar like a cigarette intentionally, since I figure he’s more familiar with them, and/or never seems to bother learning the “right” way of doing things anyway. *I made Cuba a potty mouth. Sorry. T_T It just kind of happened. At least it’s mostly in Spanish..?
Re: Cuban Cigars [4/4]
anonymous
November 25 2009, 02:32:29 UTC
THIS ANON LOVES YOUUUU. AmxCuba (and vice versa) needs to be written more, like, pronto. The smut scene was fine, and potty mouth!Cuba is very in character (at least to me). 8D These years of studying Spanish helped a bit here.
Re: Cuban Cigars [4/4]
anonymous
November 25 2009, 04:38:38 UTC
I adore Cuba, and I was really glad to see him getting some attention, but this fill was great OTP aside. The emigration and Cold War references were well-played, and the dialogue was very nice. The bit about their kids visiting each other was probably my favorite snippit. You may think your porn is lame, but this line in particular was damn fine: "He thrust mindlessly into the wet heat, every slurp and vulgar sound making his sweat-drenched skin break into goose bumps.". Also, your America is completely and totally America. So, yeah, all in all, I loved it.
Re: Cuban Cigars [4/4]
anonymous
November 25 2009, 06:50:28 UTC
Oooh, I loved this! Have you ever heard "Guimello Tell" by Carlos Varela? The stuff America said about the immigrants and Cuba remind me of its lyrics!
A stream of softly muttered words escaped him, curses and encouragements and he didn’t know what else, all in Spanish. He knew and hated and loved that the blond understood every one.
He should have hated this. He didn’t. When he came, he watched America swallow it all down, all except for a single stream of cum that escaped the corner of his mouth and snaked its way down his chin. Cuba excused the feeling of ecstasy radiating through his bones by reminded himself that fucking his hated neighbor’s mouth was as good a revenge, if not a better one, as getting to fire the missiles so many years ago would have been.
Cuba lay as if boneless as America licked him clean. His eyes wandered over America’s form, clothes sticky with sweat and cum still dotting the side of his mouth. He finally noticed that at some point America had let go of the base of Cuba’s cock, and had unbuckled his own pants, and was still fervently pumping himself.
Without much thought, Cuba leaned forward, pushing America back by the shoulders, and let his hand join and wrap around America’s slick member. The blond nation had already been close, and after a few more pumps of their interlocked hands, he came with a shudder.
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“Even with the smuggling, it’s hard to find authentic Cuban cigars back home,” he admitted.
“Grab the other cigar,” Cuba commanded suddenly. “I’ll light it for you before you leave.”
America looked surprised, then pleased as he eagerly snatched up the cigar he’d abandoned on the desk earlier. Cuba took it and gave a look of disapproval as he muttered, “Come mierda, look at how you cut it. See if it doesn’t unravel.” He gave it back to the blond, who popped it in his mouth and leaned forward as Cuba struck a wooden match.
When it was lit, America blew the first puff of smoke into Cuba’s face.
“Pinga! Get the fuck out of me and back to your own home!” he coughed.
America grinned at the word choice, holding the cigar between his index and middle fingers like a cigarette. “I’ve been trying to get my people to cut back on tobacco products, you know. But the smokers are right, you make pretty awesome cigars. Not better than mine, though,” he added quickly.
“You make cigars?” Cuba wanted to laugh, but he was still not willing to be at ease with America, even if the blond gave great head.
America shrugged, was eying Cuba up and down thoughtfully. After a moment, he asked, “So, do you always give cigars as payment for sexual favors?”
Cuba almost choked on the smoke of his own cigar. America’s grin widened. “You’re a commie bastard, but you might be seeing more of me from now on,” he laughed. He slung his jacket over his arm and made for the door. “Loosen up, okay? My new boss is trying to be nicer to you than most of the other ones have been. It’d be nice if our kids could visit each other a little more frequently someday.”
Cuba didn’t like the way he said any of that, but held his tongue for once as America left. He was about to ring the maid to clean up the mess of drawers America had left (the maid who could be counted on to also discreetly wipe up the stain on the floor without asking questions), when the blond popped his head back in.
“By the way, whatever meeting we both happen to be at next, bring more cigars. As long as the meeting isn’t in my house, of course. I’ll pay you for them.”
He dodged the thrown paperweight with expert speed.
___________
Some random notes:
*I am not a smoker, and never have been. If I made some mistakes in my description of cigars/the smoking of cigars, I apologize.
*That said, I read somewhere that cigars are supposed to be held between your index finger and thumb. I had Alfred hold his cigar like a cigarette intentionally, since I figure he’s more familiar with them, and/or never seems to bother learning the “right” way of doing things anyway.
*I made Cuba a potty mouth. Sorry. T_T It just kind of happened. At least it’s mostly in Spanish..?
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That was smoking hot. I love how you wrote Cuba's dialogue, their mutual animosity, and that part about the immigrants. So perfect.
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The emigration and Cold War references were well-played, and the dialogue was very nice. The bit about their kids visiting each other was probably my favorite snippit.
You may think your porn is lame, but this line in particular was damn fine: "He thrust mindlessly into the wet heat, every slurp and vulgar sound making his sweat-drenched skin break into goose bumps.".
Also, your America is completely and totally America.
So, yeah, all in all, I loved it.
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