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.
Re: Little Latvia's Tied Up With String [6/?]
anonymous
November 30 2009, 07:40:44 UTC
OMG THAT IS FUNNY!!! Not only hot, but hilarious! I burst into laughter when I read that Russia was leaving him like that, plus I could just see Russia looking around for a present! I can just see a nervous Latvia being wrapped up. AWESOME fill!
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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