Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [1/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:35:31 UTC
Latvia paled as he looked at the calendar.
“Oh no.”
A certain date was circled several times in bold red marker.
“Oh no…”
December 30th. Russia’s birthday.
Why hadn’t someone reminded him?! But even as he began to tremble, he vaguely remembered a conversation he had with Lithuania earlier that week.
“Latvia, don’t forget that it’s Mr. Russia’s birthday on the 30th. Did you hear me? You know what will happen if you forget to buy him a present! Don’t you remember what happened to Estonia two years ago when he forgot?”
Well, it had been less of a conversation and more of Lithuania lecturing him. Latvia had been half asleep during that discussion - it had been a hard day, he remembered. Russia had tormented him by “accidentally” spilling food on the kitchen floor after he had just cleaned it. He had done it three times!
“Oh no, little Latvia~” He had called out in his sing song voice. “I’m so clumsy today! Could you please clean up the kitchen again?”
It had been annoying, and he had been terrified that Russia was going to harm him, eventually spill his blood on the kitchen floor and make him clean THAT up. But a part of him had secretly been glad that Russia was paying more attention to him than his usual favorite, Lithuania. He told himself it was because he was happy that Lithuania was getting a break, but deep down, in the back of his mind, he had a feeling that it might just be because he liked the attention. He would never admit that though, not even to himself.
But today he definitely didn’t want Ivan’s “special” attention. Definitely not! Not if it was because he had forgotten to get the large nation a gift. Russia just might decide that today was the day he would crush Latvia once and for all. Maybe if he hurried -
“Latvia!” He heard Estonia call up the stairs, cutting off his frantic thoughts. “Latvia, are you awake yet?”
“Y-yes!”
“Hurry up and get ready. Mr. Russia’s going to be home at 12 for his party and we have to set up before he gets back!”
“Okay!”
That left him about two hours. Maybe if he hurried, he could find something in the house to give to him. But what?
Latvia spent the next hour avoiding the other two Baltic nations and searching for gift to give to Russia. He had gone through all his clothes in the hopes of finding something nice, but of course his clothing was much too small for Russia. After abandoning that plan, he had snuck into Russia’s room itself and into his closet, hoping to find some old shirt or a pair of pants that Russia rarely wore and had possibly forgotten about. He could dust it off, iron it, rewrap it and give it to him as a gift. It would be perfect!
…Except for Russia’s astounding lack of wardrobe. He only had about four or five outfits, and it looked like he used all of them frequently, or at least wore them enough that he would notice that they had abducted and returned to him as a present. After the incident where Latvia had sent one of Russia’s outfits to the museum, he had learned his lesson when it came to fooling around with the other nation’s clothes.
So what was left then? Latvia thought hard. There was nothing in this house that could be safely confiscated and gifted. He checked the clock. Well, he had an hour left and he was quickly running out of time… But maybe if he ran really fast, faster than he had ever run before…he could be out and back to buy a gift before Russia got home. Yes, he would run…and if he didn’t make it in time, he could always go into hiding! In fact, going into hiding seemed like a better plan A than buying a present and returning back to Russia’s house. He really should go with that option.
Just as he reached the front door and was about to open it, it was thrown open and there stood Russia, clearly excited for his party. “I’m home!” He called out. But his excitement faltered for a moment when he saw Latvia standing there, arm still outstretched to open the door. His eyes were wide and he was trembling severely.
‘What? B-but, he wasn’t supposed to be back for an hour!’
“Little Latvia! Were you going somewhere?” Ivan asked, his tone light, but a bit threatening.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [2/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:41:21 UTC
Latvia stammered a bit before the right words came to him. “N-no. I just…I heard you coming, so I came to greet you.”
Russia frowned, eyeing Latvia‘s outstretched hand which was slowly lowering. “Really? Somehow I don’t think you are telling the truth. Are you sure that you weren’t going somewhere?”
Latvia just stood there shaking, unsure of what to do. He never was a good liar, especially not with Russia! Just as he was about to panic, burst into tears and apologize, he heard some noise in the living room and some chatter -“No, put the gifts over on this table, it’ll look better..” Suddenly he had the perfect excuse. It was so great…all he had to do was make it somewhat believable.
“Well, uh, a-actually, I came out here to make sure that you don’t go out into the living room. They’re, uh…they’re doing some heavy cleaning in there, the furniture is everywhere, and if you try to go in you might trip over something and get hurt..”
“Oh!” Russia’s eyes lit up. “Cleaning, huh?” He chuckled to himself. Latvia smiled at his small victory. It had worked! He knew that Russia already knew about his party. It wasn’t a surprise party, after all. But if he made Russia think that HE thought it was a surprise party and that he was trying to cover it up, that would certainly explain why he would show up to greet the larger nation - to stall him.
“Latvia, I already know about the party! You don’t have to try and hide it. That‘s why I came home early!” Ivan laughed good naturedly. “It’s cute that you wanted to surprise me though. You‘re a good boy, Raivis. He patted Latvia on the head, causing the younger nation to blush and his smile to brighten. “Come on, let’s go in. Better not to keep them waiting, da?”
That crushed Latvia’s good mood. He suddenly remembered that he was about to walk into Russia’s party very very giftless. His stomach clenched and once again, he started to shake.
“Um, uh…y-you go ahead.” If he just had a minute, he could throw together a handmade card or some sort of craft. Sure, it wouldn’t be great, but at least it would be something! “I-I have to go get something. Something upstairs.”
“What? Is it something for me?” Russia beamed. Raivis quickly nodded. “Well, okay. But hurry up. I’m going to head in without you, da! You might not get any cake if you take too long~” And with that, Russia headed into the living room and Latvia ran upstairs. He slammed the door shut behind him. His heart was beating so fast and he was in full panic mode. What was he going to do?!
“Calm down.” He told himself shakily. There had to be something here to give him. Something, anything! He dug through his drawers and found a bit of paper, some envelopes and a pen. He took them out, but kept up his frantic search in case there was something better.
“Latvia, get down here already!!” He heard Russia shouting from downstairs after about ten minutes had passed.
“Coming!” He called back, not quite able to keep the rising hysteria out of his voice.
Maybe he could buy himself some more time. He bit his lip, picked up the pen and paper and scrawled “Please meet me upstairs in my room half an hour after the party for your birthday gift. It was too big for me to bring downstairs. Happy birthday - Latvia.” The handwriting was horrible because his hand was shaking so much, and it wasn’t a proper card, but it would have to do. He folded up the paper, put it in the envelope and scrawled “Russia” on the envelope. Then he hurried downstairs.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [3/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:44:14 UTC
Luckily for him, it ended up working. Lithuania and Estonia had panicked and began to shiver when they saw Russia open Latvia’s envelope and pull out what looked like a scrap piece of paper. All his other gifts had already been opened.
“Raivis, what is that? You didn’t forget, did you?” Lithuania whispered to him in horror.
But Russia had merely stared at the note, a curious expression on his face. He looked over to Latvia.
“You must have gotten me something really good if it was too big for you to carry down the stairs, da?” He paused to reconsider. “But then again, little Latvia is so tiny that it could be almost anything. Could it have been a book that was too heavy for you?” He chuckled at that, imagining cute little Latvia trying to drag a book down the stairs. “Okay, I’ll come see what it is in half an hour.” Latvia felt dread settle in as he finished off his cake.
Unluckily for him, even though it bought him time… his original problem still remained. There was nothing to give Russia as a gift. He paced around, glancing unhappily at the wrapping paper and the roll of red ribbon he had smuggled upstairs when no one was looking. His body was shaking so hard and tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. He only had fifteen minutes left before Ivan crushed him for forgetting his birthday. Sniffling, he wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, wondering what the sadistic nation would do to him. Beat him with his pipe? Whip him? Both? Something worse? The ideas running through his head caused him to begin sobbing openly.
Suddenly an idea struck him. He sucked in a breath to calm down, though he was still shivering. He could…he could offer himself to the large country as a present? The idea frightened him. Sex with Russia was never gentle, never pleasant. It usually left him crying and made him walk with a limp for days afterward. It scared him to even think about. But what was the alternative? Wait in his room for Russia to show up, become angry and harm him? Neither situation was ideal, but at least if he presented himself as a gift…Russia might be amused or pleased and go easy on him.
A small voice in the back of his head chimed in, “And it would get Russia to pay attention to you and not Toris for once…”
The thought was dutifully squashed and ignored. He glanced at the clock - seven minutes to go. He gave a few more swipes at his eyes to dry the tears and then tugged off his shirt. His heart was beating so quickly as he picked up the roll of ribbon and a pair of scissors from the floor. A small segment of the ribbon was snipped off and fitted around his neck, the loose ends being tied with a bow. The Baltic nation went over and looked at himself in his mirror. The bow looked kind of cute, he supposed. Russia might like it. For a moment his hand brushed over the button of his pants to undo it, but it only made him shake more - the thought of being so exposed in front of Russia. So he decided to leave them on.
One minute left. Latvia could hear Russia heading up the stairs. The small nation stood there in the middle of the room, tense and rigid; he had managed to get his usual shaking down to fine tremors…he didn’t want to appear like he was offering himself unwillingly, after all. Because he…did like his time with Russia, even though it hurt him. But...what was he going to do if Ivan didn’t like it? What if he got angry with him? What if he-
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [4/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:47:36 UTC
“Little Latvia, I’m here for my present~!” Russia said as he stepped into the room. “Whe---oh.” The large nation stared at the sight in front of him in confusion: The youngest Baltic boy, topless, in a bow, standing in an unnaturally rigid way and looking like he was trying hard not to cry.
“H-happy birthday, M-Mr. Russia!” Raivis gave a nervous smile.
“Thank you~! Now, where’s my present?” Russia laughed quietly to himself and made a show of looking around. “I don’t see anything in here that could be my gift.” His eyes settled back on Latvia. They were clouding over a bit and he was beginning to give the boy a rather predatory look.
“Uh, um..” Latvia bit his lip a bit and pointed at his bow. “It’s me.” He tried to say it seductively, but it fell flat and the words came out awkwardly. This was something he hadn’t expected unexpected. He had figured Russia would understand right away. Being forced to say it out loud was embarrassing and sounded almost childish.
“You?” Russia’s voice took on a rather dangerous note and his laughter turned dark. He advanced on the boy and it was all Latvia could do to stand his ground and not run into the corner to cower. Despite himself, he did move a few steps backwards.
“Y-yes… do you like it?”
Ivan smiled at him, amused. “Little Latvia. My cute little Raivis… don’t you know that you can’t give me something that’s not yours to give?”
“W-what d-do you mean?”
Russia snickered and reached out, grabbing Latvia‘s arm roughly. He tugged the smaller nation over to him. “You can’t give yourself to me as a gift. I already own you. Don’t you know that you can’t give me something that you don’t own, da? Especially not something that‘s already mine, that‘s just sneaky!”
Latvia’s eyes were beginning to well with tears again, and he felt like he was going to faint. But instead he just looked up at the large nation in terror. “I-I’m so s-sorry. I’m sorry!” Raivis sobbed out. “I t-thought you w-would like this…”
“Shh, there there.” Russia grinned at the reaction he was getting, but pulled the little country into an embrace and stroked his hair to comfort him. “It wasn’t such a bad gift. If you weren’t already mine, I would have definitely been happy to receive you as a present!” But then he paused and let go of the hug. Ivan grabbed his shoulders and held Raivis away from himself, studying him. “But Raivis…”
“W-what?”
“You’re not very good at wrapping presents, da?” Russia frowned disapprovingly. “You didn’t wrap it tight enough. A present shouldn’t be able to move around until the person who’s getting it decides to unwrap it, don’t you agree? I can tell that you do.”
“Huh?” Was all Latvia could utter. He didn’t like the turn this conversation was taking.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [5/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:51:07 UTC
Russia shook his head. “You didn’t wrap it tight enough.” He repeated. “But that’s okay. I’ll help you wrap this one so that you know how to for next time! Now, since you‘re my birthday present, you’ll be good for me and do whatever I ask, right? ” Latvia just nodded. If he was going to give himself to Russia for the night, he was going to do it completely.
“Good boy.” The man said, pleased with the response. He bent down and picked up the roll of ribbon and scissors that Latvia had placed on the ground. “Hold your hands behind your back for me, okay?”
Latvia did as he was told. He really didn’t like where this was going. Russia moved silently behind him except for the “snip” of the scissors. The large nation wrapped the ribbon around Latvia’s wrists and tied them together securely. Latvia was beginning to tremble again.
“Now, that’s just the first step, Raivis.” He murmured as he uncoiled so more ribbon from the roll. “You have to make sure that the gift can’t escape while you’re trying wrapping it, da? That would be awful. You’d have to start all over again!”
“I-I’m not going to try to e-escape…” Latvia protested, which earned him an elbow in the back.
Russia frowned at him. “I didn’t say you were. I’m just teaching you what to do. Now stop talking and listen.” He began to wrap ribbon around Latvia’s arms and torso, pinning his limbs to his body. He coiled it all the way down to his waist, then pulled the ribbon taut and tied it in the back. Latvia winced slightly; the ribbon was digging into his skin a bit painfully. But he kept quiet and didn’t protest the treatment.
“There.” The Russian let go of him and stepped back to admire his handy work. “See how much easier that makes it? Now that the gift that you’re preparing is unable to move very easily, you can use both hands to wrap! Doesn‘t that make it so much simpler?” Latvia wasn’t sure if he was looking for an answer, so he just nodded.
Russia clapped in delight. “Now then, onto wrapping!” He picked up the gold, reflective wrapping paper and held it up to Latvia, measuring how big of a piece to cut by eye. Finally he made his cut in the paper. “Oh this is going to look so nice!” He wrapped the sheet of paper around Latvia’s body once, twice - it was so big that it overlapped - and held it in place with one hand while he secured it with ribbon in the other. “It’s a bit funny that you brought wrapping paper up here but didn’t use it, da? I wonder what you brought it up for?” He said idly as he finished tying one loop in place and started on the next. “It’s almost like you were planning on giving me another present but didn’t have one for me. I hope you didn’t give me this gift because you forgot my birthday…?” After a brief pause, he laughed a lightly. “No, I know my little Latvia wouldn’t forget, he’s a good boy.”
Latvia shuddered at the other man’s intuitiveness. If Russia knew that this wasn’t his first choice of gift, all hope of coaxing any gentleness out of the Soviet nation was gone and he was in for one long night. Ivan once again took a step back to look over his wrap job. He walked around so that Raivis could finally see him again and tsked, tapping his hand to his chin. The boy was trying not to fidget or shake under the gaze. The ribbons that were binding him were so tight around him that any movement, including shaking, was somewhat unpleasant.
Finally, after what seemed like a long stretch of time, Russia spoke up. “Sometimes before you wrap the gift, you should remove the original packaging. It just gets in the way and can be unattractive, da.” He reached under the wrapping paper to unbutton Latvia’s pants. In one swift motion he pulled the article of clothing down to his feet, taking his underwear with them. Raivis couldn’t help but blush then at how quickly he was suddenly exposed. He was grateful for the sheet of paper which just barely covered his vital regions.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [6/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 17:55:38 UTC
“Uh..um, a-am I a presentable gift yet..?” He asked, hopeful.
Russia laughed and and shook his head “Not quite yet, Latvia~ I just have to finish up.” He picked up the ribbon again. Latvia wondered how much had been on that roll, considering Russia had used up quite a bit already. He hoped that he ran out soon, but it seemed it wasn’t to be. Russia knelt down to work this time, wrapping the ribbon around the boy’s legs and tying it as tightly as he had his torso. The Latvian wobbled but Russia held him steady so that he kept his balance. As the finishing touch, Ivan took Latvia’s half-hard cock in his hand and lightly coiled a ribbon around it, finishing it off in a bow. He then took the loose ends of the bow and tied them onto another piece of ribbon which was already tied to his legs. Latvia let out a small whimper at the contact, causing Ivan to laugh.
“There! Now your finished!” Russia clapped as he stood up, pleased. “What a beautiful gift you make, Raivis!” Without Russia holding him up, Latvia was beginning to lose his battle to continue standing upright. But he was hanging in there until a large hand shoved him forward, face first onto his bed. The ribbon constricted around him painfully with the sudden motion and he yelped loudly, temporarily seeing stars.
Russia admired the sight before him. Latvia all bound up, covered in wrapping paper, his ass just barely poking out from underneath the gold sheet as if the boy was wearing a short skirt that had ridden up. Oh yes, it was a very nice sight. But he wasn’t ready to play just yet.
“Well, you look nice.” Russia smiled down at him. “But…you’re supposed to be my present, and presents are supposed to be a surprise! I already know what’s in this one because I had to wrap it.” He pouted childishly. “But maybe if I leave, I’ll forget what I wrapped up and it will be a surprise for me! What do you think, da?”
Latvia closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. Russia couldn’t be serious, could he? “P-please don’t leave..”
“But you want me to be surprised, don’t you?” He insisted.
“Yes, but…”
“Well then, it’s settled!” It seemed there was no way out of this, so Raivis just nodded. Better to play along than argue.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow morning! I’m sure I will have forgotten after a good night’s sleep.” He patted Latvia on the head. “Well, you get some sleep too. Good night!” With that, he turned around, flipped off the lights and walked out of the room. Latvia could hear the door shut after him.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [7/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 18:00:04 UTC
He lay on the bed very still, tears welling up in his eyes. Oh this had been such a bad idea, why couldn’t he have just remembered Russia’s birthday? Was Russia really going to let him lay here until morning? What if he didn’t even intend to come back, what if he was just going to leave him here until someone else found him? His arms were already starting to fall asleep and his legs were aching. He wondered if the ribbons could cut off his circulation - the thought was troubling and he began to squirm, hoping to loosen his ties up to the point where they would be somewhat comfortable.
“A-ah..” The small nation moaned suddenly. His movement had caused the ribbon that Russia had tied around his arousal to constrict lightly in just the right way, enough to make him gasp. Latvia bit his lip and wriggled experimentally, rewarded once again by the ribbon tightening and shifting a little. The feeling was nice, but quite frustrating… he could just barely feel the ribbon rubbing against him teasingly, almost like a soft tickle that was absolutely maddening.
He tried to pull his mind away from the distraction and back to the matter at hand, getting comfortable on the bed so that his circulation wouldn’t be cut off and so he could maybe get some sleep. Getting himself worked up would lead to nothing good, seeing as his hands were tied behind his back and Russia wouldn‘t be returning any time soon. But as he fidgeted around on the bed for a decent position to sleep in, that ribbon coiled around his vital regions became harder to ignore. For a while he gave up and stayed still, closing his eyes and hoping to just fall asleep in his current position, half on his side with his feet dangling off the edge of the bed. But his back eventually began to ache and again he had to change positions, groaning out at the now expected tightening around his cock. He grit his teeth. The fact that he had laid still for a while hadn’t helped, it had only made him more sensitive.
He panted, his rational thought starting to fade. All he wanted to do was reach down and touch himself, but the damn ribbon binding him made that impossible. Latvia began not just to squirm, but to struggle and thrash, trying to break free. It was just plastic, after all! But Russia had wrapped it around him so many times that it was impossible to do anything but flop around uselessly on the bed, which only served to worsen his condition. Raivis squeezed his eyes shut with a groan, and rubbed his cock, which was now fully erect, against the bed. It helped, and the friction was better than what he was getting with just the thin material wrapped around him, but it still wasn’t good enough and the movement was causing the ribbon around his body to dig further into his skin. This torture was so much worse than he thought it would be…had Ivan known what he was doing when he tied that particular ribbon there? Of course he had…Ivan was a genius when it came to finding new ways to be sadistic.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [8/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 18:04:28 UTC
After a while, Latvia had finally managed to twist into a fairly comfortable position on his stomach. Still, it wasn’t ideal and every so often his hips would buck involuntarily, causing him to clench his teeth and groan. It felt like an eternity had passed since he had been tied up, but only about an hour had actually gone by. Suddenly he heard what had to be the best sound he had ever heard… the sound of the door squeaking open. Raivis made a half-hearted attempt to turn and see who was coming in, because he was facing away from the door. It was too early for it to be Ivan, but… “M-Mr. Russia?” He called out, desperation heavy in his voice. There was no reply, but he could hear footsteps approaching the bed.
“Ah...what’s this? A gift?” Latvia heard the distinctive voice reply and he let out a little sigh of relief. So it was Russia. Had the man taken pity on him and decided to come back early? It didn’t matter. Russia was here and even better than that, he would unwrap him and touch him and even if it hurt, it would feel good.
A large hand touched his back, making the paper rattle slightly. “Hmm, there’s no tag. But I suppose since it’s my birthday, this present is for me.” Russia murmured to himself and sat down on the bed, then gently pulled Raivis into an upright position. Latvia’s eyes were clouded over, his mouth was parted and his face was flush. Russia had barely touched him, but he could hear the small country gasping and feel him trembling, though the cause wasn’t from fear as it usually was. Ivan grinned inwardly and brushed his fingers against the boy’s face. “It’s almost too pretty to unwrap. I think I’ll just peek without removing the paper.” He laughed a little when Latvia’s expression became frustrated and tearful, but he wouldn’t be so cruel as to drag this out any longer.
He let go of Latvia and popped open a bottle he had been holding in his other hand, then coated his fingers with the contents. Russia sometimes liked to take his other nations dry, but Latvia was so small and tight that he had trouble slipping himself in even with lubrication. He wouldn’t want to break the little nation, no, especially not tonight when he was being so good. Ivan pulled Raivis closer to him and then slipped his hand under the paper wrapping, finding the Latvian’s hole by feeling around. Not wasting any time, he quickly pushed two slicked fingers into the passage, which caused Latvia to squeeze his eyes shut and cry out.
“Sensitive, da?” Russia asked, amused. Normally Latvia was never this responsive, he was usually too caught up in his shaking to enjoy Russia’s kind, gentle touches, so this was quite nice. Latvia could only lean against the large nation as he began to scissor his fingers inside him, slowly stretching him. Ivan was smiling down at him, and his free hand went to brush Latvia’s sweat dampened hair back. Without the use of his hands, Raivis felt even more helpless before Russia than he usually did. He nuzzled his face against Ivan’s side and whimpered a little, even placing a kiss on the fabric of his uniform. It was just too much for him to take. “ P-please Russ- Mr. R-Russia… I’m y-yours. Please?” He stuttered quietly, but was too embarrassed to actually say out loud what he wanted.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [9/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 18:06:24 UTC
The soft pleading voice of the little Baltic nation went straight to Russia’s groin. “Ah, now I see why there was no tag on my gift. It can tell me itself who it belongs to.” He leaned down slightly and gave Latvia a kiss on the forehead. “All right, Raivis. Since you asked so nicely.” He withdrew his fingers and pushed the boy off of him gently.
Latvia watched as the man unzipped his pants through half-lidded eyes. His forehead was tingling a little from the kiss. It had been sweet, almost like Russia cared for him. But before he could dwell on it too much, Russia had eased his cock out, causing Latvia to get slightly nervous . It was always hard to remember just how, well…big the other nation was. Russia popped open the lube and coated himself liberally, the clear liquid glinting in the light. Since Latvia was watching, he made a show of it…slowly he ran his hands down the shaft and back up again. He grunted before closing the bottle and tossing it off to the side. Raivis looked completely entranced and Ivan smirked to himself, reaching out and grabbing him once again.
“Ah…w-what about the rest of your clothes?” Latvia asked, a bit daringly.
“I’m fine like this.” Russia replied as he pulled his “gift” onto his lap, so that the boy’s back was pressing against his chest. Raivis currently couldn’t spread his legs because of the ribbon, so this way would just have to do. “You’ve been very good today. A very nice present.” Ivan smiled and wrapped his arms around Latvia, then kissed him on the shoulder before slowly pressing himself into the small nation. Latvia let out a soft whine, but Russia was taking his time so as not to hurt him too badly.
The boy was even tighter than usual, again because he couldn’t spread his legs. Russia groaned, slowly rocking his hips and thrusting to get in deeper. He was buried halfway in but was starting to worry that he wouldn’t fit completely and that he’d have to untie Latvia. But they were having so much fun this way. He didn’t want to spoil things by undoing all his hard work. Clenching his jaw with determination, he unwrapped his arms from around Latvia and instead took a hold of his hips. Before Latvia could protest, he pushed him down the rest of the way, the decision not to hurt him apparently abandoned. Raivis cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, but Ivan really didn’t care either way. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than what he was doing.
“A-ah…p-please wait..” Raivis grit out, pained.
“Shh, relax…” was the only thing Russia could think to say as he carefully started to pull out. It was easier now, slick inside with lubrication and precum. “You see? It’s not so bad. Relax…” He reached up to brush Latvia’s nipples through the paper and felt the boy shiver in response. He seemed to lose some of his tension, so once Russia was nearly completely out, he thrust back in and set the pace. Not too quickly, just steadily rocking himself in and out of Latvia, content to slow fuck the boy’s ass. A gift was meant to be enjoyed, after all, and he certainly was enjoying how tight Latvia felt around his cock, and the way the boy looked - tied up so helplessly in his lap. He could do anything he wanted to the small nation and there wouldn’t be anything Raivis could do to stop him. The thought of the power he held over Latvia - even while the boy was untied - was enough to make him moan out and start moving his hips more violently. Raivis was moaning too, though it sounded pitiful. Ivan had been purposely ignoring his arousal in favor of his own pleasure.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [10/?]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 18:09:00 UTC
But Latvia had given himself over willingly today. And even though it may have been only to cover up a forgotten gift, that still counted as something. So, while Russia could do what he wanted to Latvia… tonight he would choose to be kind. He kissed the boy’s neck, relishing the small tremor it caused, and then reached down to his cock. But before he took it in his hand, he grabbed a loop of the bow he had tied there earlier and tugged until it was undone and fell loose. “That caused you some trouble, I think.” Russia murmured into his ear with a low laugh.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Latvia felt Russia’s hand wrap around his cock. He groaned needily, he had been waiting all night for this… he felt like he was losing his grip on sanity. Russia’s hand felt so good around him - surprisingly warm, calloused, talented. “I..I d-don’t think I can take much more…” Raivis said, closing his eyes and leaning back against Russia’s chest. He jerked his hips and squirmed against his restraints, no longer caring about the pain they were causing him. All he could think about was his own release, which was quickly approaching.
Russia was of course thinking about the same thing. The boy was twisting and jerking in unusual ways due to the bondage, and it was driving him over the edge. “Ah, Raivis…” He grunted out and using his free arm, he crushed Latvia against himself, squeezing him tightly, possessively, as he came inside the boy’s ass. As he was just coming back to his senses, panting for air, he heard a low groan and felt an accompanying warm stickiness coating his hand.
Latvia’s vision was swimming from his release. Before he had fully recovered, he felt himself being dragged down as Russia laid back on the bed and took the Baltic with him. The pleasure was fast fading and he was becoming drowsy. He was too tired to protest or ask to be untied, so he just settled in, turning over so that he could rest his head on Russia’s chest. The sound of the Soviet nation’s heartbeat was comforting and he could feel his eyelids beginning to droop. They laid like that for a long time. Latvia was dozing off when Russia pushed him off of himself and onto the mattress. He looked up to see Russia wiping himself off and then reaching into the drawer, digging around for a few moments until he pulled something out. A small knife. Reflexively Raivis cringed when he saw it, and he began to shake slightly when Russia looked in his direction.
Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [11/11]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 18:12:13 UTC
Russia seemed not to notice. He grabbed Raivis lightly and pulled him over, then took hold of the wrapping paper - which was now tattered, wrinkled and torn. He tore into it like he would any other present and tossed it off the bed onto the floor. That left the matter of the ribbons, which was what the knife was for. “Hold still, if you move I might cut you…” Was the only warning Russia gave before he silently got to work on them, cutting away until Latvia was free.
The boy sat up tentatively and rubbed his arms. The ribbon had left angry red indents in his skin from where it had dug in, making him look like he was still decorated in ribbons for Russia. It seemed like Ivan had noticed too - he was smiling before turning around to put the knife back in the drawer. It felt good to move around again, even if Latvia was sore and over half his body was asleep. He stretched his legs out in front of him and sighed.
Unfortunately, his new found freedom wasn’t to last. “Come here, Raivis~” Russia said softly. He pulled Latvia back into his lap, wrapped his arms around him and laid down once again. He kissed the top of Latvia’s head and pulled the covers over them both. It was quiet for a long while, but a voice broke the silence. “Um…M-Mr. R-Russia?” Latvia murmured sleepily, looking up at Russia to see if he was already asleep.
“Hm? What is it?” Russia whispered back, sounding equally tired. His eyes were closed.
“I was wond…ah, uh…it’s nothing. Never mind.” He felt his cheeks burning and knew that he was blushing.
Russia opened his eyes to look down at him. He affectionately brushed some hair off of the Baltic’s forehead. “Come on, tell me… What is it?”
“…I was just wondering if you liked your present…”
Russia chuckled and Latvia could feel his chest rumbling.
“I loved it. I wouldn’t mind getting the same thing next year…” He kissed Latvia’s head again and closed his eyes. “But shh, quiet now. Let’s go to sleep.”
“Right. Goodnight…” Latvia agreed, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. Russia had said that he loved him… Well, maybe not exactly. But in Latvia’s mind, the statement was close enough that it made his heart skip a beat. He snuggled closer to Russia and closed his eyes as well, and they both drifted off to sleep.
Re: Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [11/11]
anonymous
November 28 2009, 20:37:16 UTC
I feel like I was the one who got a gift! ♥ Eleven fucking chapters of pure awesome. And on top of being a really good story overall, your dialogue stood out as being especially good.
Writer!anon, you're fabulous! ♥ I hope you'll be doing more fills!
Re: Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [11/11]
anonymous
November 29 2009, 04:21:48 UTC
Author!anon here. Thank you! I'm glad you liked it..and you don't know how happy it makes me that you liked my dialogue. I've always considered the dialogue the hardest part to write, so I'm glad I'm doing it well. :D ♥
Re: Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [11/11]
anonymous
November 29 2009, 00:51:19 UTC
Excellent! I would never have guessed that this was your first fill. Ah, this pairing is so cute, and you did it so well... full-body bondage is freaking hot.
“Oh no.”
A certain date was circled several times in bold red marker.
“Oh no…”
December 30th. Russia’s birthday.
Why hadn’t someone reminded him?! But even as he began to tremble, he vaguely remembered a conversation he had with Lithuania earlier that week.
“Latvia, don’t forget that it’s Mr. Russia’s birthday on the 30th. Did you hear me? You know what will happen if you forget to buy him a present! Don’t you remember what happened to Estonia two years ago when he forgot?”
Well, it had been less of a conversation and more of Lithuania lecturing him. Latvia had been half asleep during that discussion - it had been a hard day, he remembered. Russia had tormented him by “accidentally” spilling food on the kitchen floor after he had just cleaned it. He had done it three times!
“Oh no, little Latvia~” He had called out in his sing song voice. “I’m so clumsy today! Could you please clean up the kitchen again?”
It had been annoying, and he had been terrified that Russia was going to harm him, eventually spill his blood on the kitchen floor and make him clean THAT up. But a part of him had secretly been glad that Russia was paying more attention to him than his usual favorite, Lithuania. He told himself it was because he was happy that Lithuania was getting a break, but deep down, in the back of his mind, he had a feeling that it might just be because he liked the attention. He would never admit that though, not even to himself.
But today he definitely didn’t want Ivan’s “special” attention. Definitely not! Not if it was because he had forgotten to get the large nation a gift. Russia just might decide that today was the day he would crush Latvia once and for all. Maybe if he hurried -
“Latvia!” He heard Estonia call up the stairs, cutting off his frantic thoughts. “Latvia, are you awake yet?”
“Y-yes!”
“Hurry up and get ready. Mr. Russia’s going to be home at 12 for his party and we have to set up before he gets back!”
“Okay!”
That left him about two hours. Maybe if he hurried, he could find something in the house to give to him. But what?
Latvia spent the next hour avoiding the other two Baltic nations and searching for gift to give to Russia. He had gone through all his clothes in the hopes of finding something nice, but of course his clothing was much too small for Russia. After abandoning that plan, he had snuck into Russia’s room itself and into his closet, hoping to find some old shirt or a pair of pants that Russia rarely wore and had possibly forgotten about. He could dust it off, iron it, rewrap it and give it to him as a gift. It would be perfect!
…Except for Russia’s astounding lack of wardrobe. He only had about four or five outfits, and it looked like he used all of them frequently, or at least wore them enough that he would notice that they had abducted and returned to him as a present. After the incident where Latvia had sent one of Russia’s outfits to the museum, he had learned his lesson when it came to fooling around with the other nation’s clothes.
So what was left then? Latvia thought hard. There was nothing in this house that could be safely confiscated and gifted. He checked the clock. Well, he had an hour left and he was quickly running out of time… But maybe if he ran really fast, faster than he had ever run before…he could be out and back to buy a gift before Russia got home. Yes, he would run…and if he didn’t make it in time, he could always go into hiding! In fact, going into hiding seemed like a better plan A than buying a present and returning back to Russia’s house. He really should go with that option.
Just as he reached the front door and was about to open it, it was thrown open and there stood Russia, clearly excited for his party. “I’m home!” He called out. But his excitement faltered for a moment when he saw Latvia standing there, arm still outstretched to open the door. His eyes were wide and he was trembling severely.
‘What? B-but, he wasn’t supposed to be back for an hour!’
“Little Latvia! Were you going somewhere?” Ivan asked, his tone light, but a bit threatening.
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Russia frowned, eyeing Latvia‘s outstretched hand which was slowly lowering. “Really? Somehow I don’t think you are telling the truth. Are you sure that you weren’t going somewhere?”
Latvia just stood there shaking, unsure of what to do. He never was a good liar, especially not with Russia! Just as he was about to panic, burst into tears and apologize, he heard some noise in the living room and some chatter -“No, put the gifts over on this table, it’ll look better..” Suddenly he had the perfect excuse. It was so great…all he had to do was make it somewhat believable.
“Well, uh, a-actually, I came out here to make sure that you don’t go out into the living room. They’re, uh…they’re doing some heavy cleaning in there, the furniture is everywhere, and if you try to go in you might trip over something and get hurt..”
“Oh!” Russia’s eyes lit up. “Cleaning, huh?” He chuckled to himself. Latvia smiled at his small victory. It had worked! He knew that Russia already knew about his party. It wasn’t a surprise party, after all. But if he made Russia think that HE thought it was a surprise party and that he was trying to cover it up, that would certainly explain why he would show up to greet the larger nation - to stall him.
“Latvia, I already know about the party! You don’t have to try and hide it. That‘s why I came home early!” Ivan laughed good naturedly. “It’s cute that you wanted to surprise me though. You‘re a good boy, Raivis. He patted Latvia on the head, causing the younger nation to blush and his smile to brighten. “Come on, let’s go in. Better not to keep them waiting, da?”
That crushed Latvia’s good mood. He suddenly remembered that he was about to walk into Russia’s party very very giftless. His stomach clenched and once again, he started to shake.
“Um, uh…y-you go ahead.” If he just had a minute, he could throw together a handmade card or some sort of craft. Sure, it wouldn’t be great, but at least it would be something! “I-I have to go get something. Something upstairs.”
“What? Is it something for me?” Russia beamed. Raivis quickly nodded. “Well, okay. But hurry up. I’m going to head in without you, da! You might not get any cake if you take too long~” And with that, Russia headed into the living room and Latvia ran upstairs. He slammed the door shut behind him. His heart was beating so fast and he was in full panic mode. What was he going to do?!
“Calm down.” He told himself shakily. There had to be something here to give him. Something, anything! He dug through his drawers and found a bit of paper, some envelopes and a pen. He took them out, but kept up his frantic search in case there was something better.
“Latvia, get down here already!!” He heard Russia shouting from downstairs after about ten minutes had passed.
“Coming!” He called back, not quite able to keep the rising hysteria out of his voice.
Maybe he could buy himself some more time. He bit his lip, picked up the pen and paper and scrawled “Please meet me upstairs in my room half an hour after the party for your birthday gift. It was too big for me to bring downstairs. Happy birthday - Latvia.” The handwriting was horrible because his hand was shaking so much, and it wasn’t a proper card, but it would have to do. He folded up the paper, put it in the envelope and scrawled “Russia” on the envelope. Then he hurried downstairs.
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“Raivis, what is that? You didn’t forget, did you?” Lithuania whispered to him in horror.
But Russia had merely stared at the note, a curious expression on his face. He looked over to Latvia.
“You must have gotten me something really good if it was too big for you to carry down the stairs, da?” He paused to reconsider. “But then again, little Latvia is so tiny that it could be almost anything. Could it have been a book that was too heavy for you?” He chuckled at that, imagining cute little Latvia trying to drag a book down the stairs. “Okay, I’ll come see what it is in half an hour.” Latvia felt dread settle in as he finished off his cake.
Unluckily for him, even though it bought him time… his original problem still remained. There was nothing to give Russia as a gift. He paced around, glancing unhappily at the wrapping paper and the roll of red ribbon he had smuggled upstairs when no one was looking. His body was shaking so hard and tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. He only had fifteen minutes left before Ivan crushed him for forgetting his birthday. Sniffling, he wiped at his eyes with his sleeve, wondering what the sadistic nation would do to him. Beat him with his pipe? Whip him? Both? Something worse? The ideas running through his head caused him to begin sobbing openly.
Suddenly an idea struck him. He sucked in a breath to calm down, though he was still shivering. He could…he could offer himself to the large country as a present? The idea frightened him. Sex with Russia was never gentle, never pleasant. It usually left him crying and made him walk with a limp for days afterward. It scared him to even think about. But what was the alternative? Wait in his room for Russia to show up, become angry and harm him? Neither situation was ideal, but at least if he presented himself as a gift…Russia might be amused or pleased and go easy on him.
A small voice in the back of his head chimed in, “And it would get Russia to pay attention to you and not Toris for once…”
The thought was dutifully squashed and ignored. He glanced at the clock - seven minutes to go. He gave a few more swipes at his eyes to dry the tears and then tugged off his shirt. His heart was beating so quickly as he picked up the roll of ribbon and a pair of scissors from the floor. A small segment of the ribbon was snipped off and fitted around his neck, the loose ends being tied with a bow. The Baltic nation went over and looked at himself in his mirror. The bow looked kind of cute, he supposed. Russia might like it. For a moment his hand brushed over the button of his pants to undo it, but it only made him shake more - the thought of being so exposed in front of Russia. So he decided to leave them on.
One minute left. Latvia could hear Russia heading up the stairs. The small nation stood there in the middle of the room, tense and rigid; he had managed to get his usual shaking down to fine tremors…he didn’t want to appear like he was offering himself unwillingly, after all. Because he…did like his time with Russia, even though it hurt him. But...what was he going to do if Ivan didn’t like it? What if he got angry with him? What if he-
The door swung open.
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“H-happy birthday, M-Mr. Russia!” Raivis gave a nervous smile.
“Thank you~! Now, where’s my present?” Russia laughed quietly to himself and made a show of looking around. “I don’t see anything in here that could be my gift.” His eyes settled back on Latvia. They were clouding over a bit and he was beginning to give the boy a rather predatory look.
“Uh, um..” Latvia bit his lip a bit and pointed at his bow. “It’s me.” He tried to say it seductively, but it fell flat and the words came out awkwardly. This was something he hadn’t expected unexpected. He had figured Russia would understand right away. Being forced to say it out loud was embarrassing and sounded almost childish.
“You?” Russia’s voice took on a rather dangerous note and his laughter turned dark. He advanced on the boy and it was all Latvia could do to stand his ground and not run into the corner to cower. Despite himself, he did move a few steps backwards.
“Y-yes… do you like it?”
Ivan smiled at him, amused. “Little Latvia. My cute little Raivis… don’t you know that you can’t give me something that’s not yours to give?”
“W-what d-do you mean?”
Russia snickered and reached out, grabbing Latvia‘s arm roughly. He tugged the smaller nation over to him. “You can’t give yourself to me as a gift. I already own you. Don’t you know that you can’t give me something that you don’t own, da? Especially not something that‘s already mine, that‘s just sneaky!”
Latvia’s eyes were beginning to well with tears again, and he felt like he was going to faint. But instead he just looked up at the large nation in terror. “I-I’m so s-sorry. I’m sorry!” Raivis sobbed out. “I t-thought you w-would like this…”
“Shh, there there.” Russia grinned at the reaction he was getting, but pulled the little country into an embrace and stroked his hair to comfort him. “It wasn’t such a bad gift. If you weren’t already mine, I would have definitely been happy to receive you as a present!” But then he paused and let go of the hug. Ivan grabbed his shoulders and held Raivis away from himself, studying him. “But Raivis…”
“W-what?”
“You’re not very good at wrapping presents, da?” Russia frowned disapprovingly. “You didn’t wrap it tight enough. A present shouldn’t be able to move around until the person who’s getting it decides to unwrap it, don’t you agree? I can tell that you do.”
“Huh?” Was all Latvia could utter. He didn’t like the turn this conversation was taking.
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“Good boy.” The man said, pleased with the response. He bent down and picked up the roll of ribbon and scissors that Latvia had placed on the ground. “Hold your hands behind your back for me, okay?”
Latvia did as he was told. He really didn’t like where this was going. Russia moved silently behind him except for the “snip” of the scissors. The large nation wrapped the ribbon around Latvia’s wrists and tied them together securely. Latvia was beginning to tremble again.
“Now, that’s just the first step, Raivis.” He murmured as he uncoiled so more ribbon from the roll. “You have to make sure that the gift can’t escape while you’re trying wrapping it, da? That would be awful. You’d have to start all over again!”
“I-I’m not going to try to e-escape…” Latvia protested, which earned him an elbow in the back.
Russia frowned at him. “I didn’t say you were. I’m just teaching you what to do. Now stop talking and listen.” He began to wrap ribbon around Latvia’s arms and torso, pinning his limbs to his body. He coiled it all the way down to his waist, then pulled the ribbon taut and tied it in the back. Latvia winced slightly; the ribbon was digging into his skin a bit painfully. But he kept quiet and didn’t protest the treatment.
“There.” The Russian let go of him and stepped back to admire his handy work. “See how much easier that makes it? Now that the gift that you’re preparing is unable to move very easily, you can use both hands to wrap! Doesn‘t that make it so much simpler?” Latvia wasn’t sure if he was looking for an answer, so he just nodded.
Russia clapped in delight. “Now then, onto wrapping!” He picked up the gold, reflective wrapping paper and held it up to Latvia, measuring how big of a piece to cut by eye. Finally he made his cut in the paper. “Oh this is going to look so nice!” He wrapped the sheet of paper around Latvia’s body once, twice - it was so big that it overlapped - and held it in place with one hand while he secured it with ribbon in the other. “It’s a bit funny that you brought wrapping paper up here but didn’t use it, da? I wonder what you brought it up for?” He said idly as he finished tying one loop in place and started on the next. “It’s almost like you were planning on giving me another present but didn’t have one for me. I hope you didn’t give me this gift because you forgot my birthday…?” After a brief pause, he laughed a lightly. “No, I know my little Latvia wouldn’t forget, he’s a good boy.”
Latvia shuddered at the other man’s intuitiveness. If Russia knew that this wasn’t his first choice of gift, all hope of coaxing any gentleness out of the Soviet nation was gone and he was in for one long night. Ivan once again took a step back to look over his wrap job. He walked around so that Raivis could finally see him again and tsked, tapping his hand to his chin. The boy was trying not to fidget or shake under the gaze. The ribbons that were binding him were so tight around him that any movement, including shaking, was somewhat unpleasant.
Finally, after what seemed like a long stretch of time, Russia spoke up. “Sometimes before you wrap the gift, you should remove the original packaging. It just gets in the way and can be unattractive, da.” He reached under the wrapping paper to unbutton Latvia’s pants. In one swift motion he pulled the article of clothing down to his feet, taking his underwear with them. Raivis couldn’t help but blush then at how quickly he was suddenly exposed. He was grateful for the sheet of paper which just barely covered his vital regions.
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Russia laughed and and shook his head “Not quite yet, Latvia~ I just have to finish up.” He picked up the ribbon again. Latvia wondered how much had been on that roll, considering Russia had used up quite a bit already. He hoped that he ran out soon, but it seemed it wasn’t to be. Russia knelt down to work this time, wrapping the ribbon around the boy’s legs and tying it as tightly as he had his torso. The Latvian wobbled but Russia held him steady so that he kept his balance. As the finishing touch, Ivan took Latvia’s half-hard cock in his hand and lightly coiled a ribbon around it, finishing it off in a bow. He then took the loose ends of the bow and tied them onto another piece of ribbon which was already tied to his legs. Latvia let out a small whimper at the contact, causing Ivan to laugh.
“There! Now your finished!” Russia clapped as he stood up, pleased. “What a beautiful gift you make, Raivis!” Without Russia holding him up, Latvia was beginning to lose his battle to continue standing upright. But he was hanging in there until a large hand shoved him forward, face first onto his bed. The ribbon constricted around him painfully with the sudden motion and he yelped loudly, temporarily seeing stars.
Russia admired the sight before him. Latvia all bound up, covered in wrapping paper, his ass just barely poking out from underneath the gold sheet as if the boy was wearing a short skirt that had ridden up. Oh yes, it was a very nice sight. But he wasn’t ready to play just yet.
“Well, you look nice.” Russia smiled down at him. “But…you’re supposed to be my present, and presents are supposed to be a surprise! I already know what’s in this one because I had to wrap it.” He pouted childishly. “But maybe if I leave, I’ll forget what I wrapped up and it will be a surprise for me! What do you think, da?”
Latvia closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. Russia couldn’t be serious, could he? “P-please don’t leave..”
“But you want me to be surprised, don’t you?” He insisted.
“Yes, but…”
“Well then, it’s settled!” It seemed there was no way out of this, so Raivis just nodded. Better to play along than argue.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow morning! I’m sure I will have forgotten after a good night’s sleep.” He patted Latvia on the head. “Well, you get some sleep too. Good night!” With that, he turned around, flipped off the lights and walked out of the room. Latvia could hear the door shut after him.
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“A-ah..” The small nation moaned suddenly. His movement had caused the ribbon that Russia had tied around his arousal to constrict lightly in just the right way, enough to make him gasp. Latvia bit his lip and wriggled experimentally, rewarded once again by the ribbon tightening and shifting a little. The feeling was nice, but quite frustrating… he could just barely feel the ribbon rubbing against him teasingly, almost like a soft tickle that was absolutely maddening.
He tried to pull his mind away from the distraction and back to the matter at hand, getting comfortable on the bed so that his circulation wouldn’t be cut off and so he could maybe get some sleep. Getting himself worked up would lead to nothing good, seeing as his hands were tied behind his back and Russia wouldn‘t be returning any time soon. But as he fidgeted around on the bed for a decent position to sleep in, that ribbon coiled around his vital regions became harder to ignore. For a while he gave up and stayed still, closing his eyes and hoping to just fall asleep in his current position, half on his side with his feet dangling off the edge of the bed. But his back eventually began to ache and again he had to change positions, groaning out at the now expected tightening around his cock. He grit his teeth. The fact that he had laid still for a while hadn’t helped, it had only made him more sensitive.
He panted, his rational thought starting to fade. All he wanted to do was reach down and touch himself, but the damn ribbon binding him made that impossible. Latvia began not just to squirm, but to struggle and thrash, trying to break free. It was just plastic, after all! But Russia had wrapped it around him so many times that it was impossible to do anything but flop around uselessly on the bed, which only served to worsen his condition. Raivis squeezed his eyes shut with a groan, and rubbed his cock, which was now fully erect, against the bed. It helped, and the friction was better than what he was getting with just the thin material wrapped around him, but it still wasn’t good enough and the movement was causing the ribbon around his body to dig further into his skin. This torture was so much worse than he thought it would be…had Ivan known what he was doing when he tied that particular ribbon there? Of course he had…Ivan was a genius when it came to finding new ways to be sadistic.
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“Ah...what’s this? A gift?” Latvia heard the distinctive voice reply and he let out a little sigh of relief. So it was Russia. Had the man taken pity on him and decided to come back early? It didn’t matter. Russia was here and even better than that, he would unwrap him and touch him and even if it hurt, it would feel good.
A large hand touched his back, making the paper rattle slightly. “Hmm, there’s no tag. But I suppose since it’s my birthday, this present is for me.” Russia murmured to himself and sat down on the bed, then gently pulled Raivis into an upright position. Latvia’s eyes were clouded over, his mouth was parted and his face was flush. Russia had barely touched him, but he could hear the small country gasping and feel him trembling, though the cause wasn’t from fear as it usually was. Ivan grinned inwardly and brushed his fingers against the boy’s face. “It’s almost too pretty to unwrap. I think I’ll just peek without removing the paper.” He laughed a little when Latvia’s expression became frustrated and tearful, but he wouldn’t be so cruel as to drag this out any longer.
He let go of Latvia and popped open a bottle he had been holding in his other hand, then coated his fingers with the contents. Russia sometimes liked to take his other nations dry, but Latvia was so small and tight that he had trouble slipping himself in even with lubrication. He wouldn’t want to break the little nation, no, especially not tonight when he was being so good. Ivan pulled Raivis closer to him and then slipped his hand under the paper wrapping, finding the Latvian’s hole by feeling around. Not wasting any time, he quickly pushed two slicked fingers into the passage, which caused Latvia to squeeze his eyes shut and cry out.
“Sensitive, da?” Russia asked, amused. Normally Latvia was never this responsive, he was usually too caught up in his shaking to enjoy Russia’s kind, gentle touches, so this was quite nice. Latvia could only lean against the large nation as he began to scissor his fingers inside him, slowly stretching him. Ivan was smiling down at him, and his free hand went to brush Latvia’s sweat dampened hair back. Without the use of his hands, Raivis felt even more helpless before Russia than he usually did. He nuzzled his face against Ivan’s side and whimpered a little, even placing a kiss on the fabric of his uniform. It was just too much for him to take. “ P-please Russ- Mr. R-Russia… I’m y-yours. Please?” He stuttered quietly, but was too embarrassed to actually say out loud what he wanted.
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Latvia watched as the man unzipped his pants through half-lidded eyes. His forehead was tingling a little from the kiss. It had been sweet, almost like Russia cared for him. But before he could dwell on it too much, Russia had eased his cock out, causing Latvia to get slightly nervous . It was always hard to remember just how, well…big the other nation was. Russia popped open the lube and coated himself liberally, the clear liquid glinting in the light. Since Latvia was watching, he made a show of it…slowly he ran his hands down the shaft and back up again. He grunted before closing the bottle and tossing it off to the side. Raivis looked completely entranced and Ivan smirked to himself, reaching out and grabbing him once again.
“Ah…w-what about the rest of your clothes?” Latvia asked, a bit daringly.
“I’m fine like this.” Russia replied as he pulled his “gift” onto his lap, so that the boy’s back was pressing against his chest. Raivis currently couldn’t spread his legs because of the ribbon, so this way would just have to do. “You’ve been very good today. A very nice present.” Ivan smiled and wrapped his arms around Latvia, then kissed him on the shoulder before slowly pressing himself into the small nation. Latvia let out a soft whine, but Russia was taking his time so as not to hurt him too badly.
The boy was even tighter than usual, again because he couldn’t spread his legs. Russia groaned, slowly rocking his hips and thrusting to get in deeper. He was buried halfway in but was starting to worry that he wouldn’t fit completely and that he’d have to untie Latvia. But they were having so much fun this way. He didn’t want to spoil things by undoing all his hard work. Clenching his jaw with determination, he unwrapped his arms from around Latvia and instead took a hold of his hips. Before Latvia could protest, he pushed him down the rest of the way, the decision not to hurt him apparently abandoned. Raivis cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, but Ivan really didn’t care either way. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than what he was doing.
“A-ah…p-please wait..” Raivis grit out, pained.
“Shh, relax…” was the only thing Russia could think to say as he carefully started to pull out. It was easier now, slick inside with lubrication and precum. “You see? It’s not so bad. Relax…” He reached up to brush Latvia’s nipples through the paper and felt the boy shiver in response. He seemed to lose some of his tension, so once Russia was nearly completely out, he thrust back in and set the pace. Not too quickly, just steadily rocking himself in and out of Latvia, content to slow fuck the boy’s ass. A gift was meant to be enjoyed, after all, and he certainly was enjoying how tight Latvia felt around his cock, and the way the boy looked - tied up so helplessly in his lap. He could do anything he wanted to the small nation and there wouldn’t be anything Raivis could do to stop him. The thought of the power he held over Latvia - even while the boy was untied - was enough to make him moan out and start moving his hips more violently. Raivis was moaning too, though it sounded pitiful. Ivan had been purposely ignoring his arousal in favor of his own pleasure.
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Finally, after what seemed like forever, Latvia felt Russia’s hand wrap around his cock. He groaned needily, he had been waiting all night for this… he felt like he was losing his grip on sanity. Russia’s hand felt so good around him - surprisingly warm, calloused, talented. “I..I d-don’t think I can take much more…” Raivis said, closing his eyes and leaning back against Russia’s chest. He jerked his hips and squirmed against his restraints, no longer caring about the pain they were causing him. All he could think about was his own release, which was quickly approaching.
Russia was of course thinking about the same thing. The boy was twisting and jerking in unusual ways due to the bondage, and it was driving him over the edge. “Ah, Raivis…” He grunted out and using his free arm, he crushed Latvia against himself, squeezing him tightly, possessively, as he came inside the boy’s ass. As he was just coming back to his senses, panting for air, he heard a low groan and felt an accompanying warm stickiness coating his hand.
Latvia’s vision was swimming from his release. Before he had fully recovered, he felt himself being dragged down as Russia laid back on the bed and took the Baltic with him. The pleasure was fast fading and he was becoming drowsy. He was too tired to protest or ask to be untied, so he just settled in, turning over so that he could rest his head on Russia’s chest. The sound of the Soviet nation’s heartbeat was comforting and he could feel his eyelids beginning to droop. They laid like that for a long time. Latvia was dozing off when Russia pushed him off of himself and onto the mattress. He looked up to see Russia wiping himself off and then reaching into the drawer, digging around for a few moments until he pulled something out. A small knife. Reflexively Raivis cringed when he saw it, and he began to shake slightly when Russia looked in his direction.
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The boy sat up tentatively and rubbed his arms. The ribbon had left angry red indents in his skin from where it had dug in, making him look like he was still decorated in ribbons for Russia. It seemed like Ivan had noticed too - he was smiling before turning around to put the knife back in the drawer. It felt good to move around again, even if Latvia was sore and over half his body was asleep. He stretched his legs out in front of him and sighed.
Unfortunately, his new found freedom wasn’t to last. “Come here, Raivis~” Russia said softly. He pulled Latvia back into his lap, wrapped his arms around him and laid down once again. He kissed the top of Latvia’s head and pulled the covers over them both. It was quiet for a long while, but a voice broke the silence. “Um…M-Mr. R-Russia?” Latvia murmured sleepily, looking up at Russia to see if he was already asleep.
“Hm? What is it?” Russia whispered back, sounding equally tired. His eyes were closed.
“I was wond…ah, uh…it’s nothing. Never mind.” He felt his cheeks burning and knew that he was blushing.
Russia opened his eyes to look down at him. He affectionately brushed some hair off of the Baltic’s forehead. “Come on, tell me… What is it?”
“…I was just wondering if you liked your present…”
Russia chuckled and Latvia could feel his chest rumbling.
“I loved it. I wouldn’t mind getting the same thing next year…” He kissed Latvia’s head again and closed his eyes. “But shh, quiet now. Let’s go to sleep.”
“Right. Goodnight…” Latvia agreed, feeling tears welling up in his eyes. Russia had said that he loved him… Well, maybe not exactly. But in Latvia’s mind, the statement was close enough that it made his heart skip a beat. He snuggled closer to Russia and closed his eyes as well, and they both drifted off to sleep.
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Writer!anon, you're fabulous! ♥ I hope you'll be doing more fills!
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I'll definitely fill more in the future!
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Ah, this pairing is so cute, and you did it so well... full-body bondage is freaking hot.
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