A Romantic Day Out [4/5]
anonymous
December 11 2009, 02:15:24 UTC
Greece took this as an open invitation to not only kiss him where he should be kissed the most, but also to slide one of his hands under his navy shirt. Japan had just enough time to think about how he didn’t even have to bypass clothes with Greece before Greece’s hand slipped from under his shirt into his shorts, making him let out a short gasp that sounded startlingly loud to his ears which were already pounding along with his chest to the incessant sound of the rain.
A low rumble of thunder sounded and Japan broke away from the kiss to glance back at the sky - and when had the rain begun to sound like it had always been there, pattering away in the background?
“It came from far away. Don’t worry about it,” Greece murmured and gave Japan another kiss that was so deeply and thoroughly distracting that Japan didn’t realize he was carefully being leaned back until the back of his head hit the towel and he felt Greece’s legs shift to straddle him more properly. He could feel the raindrops tickling his sandals at the very edge of the umbrella like waves lapping against his feet, which somehow only made him even more aroused.
“Mmm…ahh…” Japan wasn’t sure if it was him or Greece making these sounds, but he was growing steadily harder underneath Greece’s ministrations and he could feel the other nation doing the same as his hands ran almost teasingly down the exposed portion of his chest to tug on his shorts until they were halfway down his hips.
“Is the sunscreen in the bag?” Greece murmured against Japan’s collarbone and he had to strain to hear it over the rain which seemed to have settled into an ebb and flow rhythm, but when he did, he nodded vigorously.
Greece responded by sealing their lips back together, effectively distracting Japan for the second time in a row until he felt a slick hand making its way down the back of his shorts.
Knowing what was coming up next, Japan groped blindly at Greece’s hips as the other nation persisted in making him feel like he was rocking back and forth in a boat carried along by the whims of the sea - and had the rain grown even louder or was it just his imagination? - until his hands found the hemline of his swim trunks and yanked them down to his knees.
“Greece,” Japan said breathlessly, which was their established codeword for his I’m ready, please.
Greece’s fingers slid out, and almost before Japan could both relax and tense up in anticipation, he pulled Japan’s legs up to rest on his waist and moved forward.
A low rumble of thunder sounded and Japan broke away from the kiss to glance back at the sky - and when had the rain begun to sound like it had always been there, pattering away in the background?
“It came from far away. Don’t worry about it,” Greece murmured and gave Japan another kiss that was so deeply and thoroughly distracting that Japan didn’t realize he was carefully being leaned back until the back of his head hit the towel and he felt Greece’s legs shift to straddle him more properly. He could feel the raindrops tickling his sandals at the very edge of the umbrella like waves lapping against his feet, which somehow only made him even more aroused.
“Mmm…ahh…” Japan wasn’t sure if it was him or Greece making these sounds, but he was growing steadily harder underneath Greece’s ministrations and he could feel the other nation doing the same as his hands ran almost teasingly down the exposed portion of his chest to tug on his shorts until they were halfway down his hips.
“Is the sunscreen in the bag?” Greece murmured against Japan’s collarbone and he had to strain to hear it over the rain which seemed to have settled into an ebb and flow rhythm, but when he did, he nodded vigorously.
Greece responded by sealing their lips back together, effectively distracting Japan for the second time in a row until he felt a slick hand making its way down the back of his shorts.
Knowing what was coming up next, Japan groped blindly at Greece’s hips as the other nation persisted in making him feel like he was rocking back and forth in a boat carried along by the whims of the sea - and had the rain grown even louder or was it just his imagination? - until his hands found the hemline of his swim trunks and yanked them down to his knees.
“Greece,” Japan said breathlessly, which was their established codeword for his I’m ready, please.
Greece’s fingers slid out, and almost before Japan could both relax and tense up in anticipation, he pulled Japan’s legs up to rest on his waist and moved forward.
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