Relax & Enjoy the Ride 2/3
anonymous
March 6 2010, 10:00:49 UTC
Lifting his head up, his eyes widened as Norway stood boldly above him, sliding off every article of clothing on the small Nordic with the same elegance and silent poise which exemplified him. Norway lowered himself to Denmark’s level, crawling slowly above Denmark, until their lips were no more than a centimeter apart. Denmark, too shocked to do anything, felt Norway push their lips against each other - warm, wet, and lustful, they ravished each other. Firm, warm arms enveloped him as Norway parted his lips and moaned deeply from Denmark’s tongue brushing against his thin lips, allowing the tongue to dominate his mouth with a characteristically brute force, without losing his own vigor. Even through such passionate and fierce kisses, Denmark could feel Norway’s hands snake down this chest, abdomen, to the rim of his pants--
“Nor, wait,” Denmark gasped, snatching Norway’s fragile hand tightly.
Norway panted for air, beads of sweat dripping down his pale skin. “A-anko… I-”
“If you do this,” Denmark warned, “You might get hurt. I won’t be able to control myself.”
He saw Norway smile, his soft smile, directed at him, only for him - captivated by Norway’s smile, he didn’t even notice the loss of his pants. He felt his heart flip again as Norway shivered against him, sitting on his lap, their hard penises brushing against each other. Denmark used his elbow to push himself up, but winced in response. Norway placed a hand on Denmark’s strong but beaten chest, pushing Denmark down until his back was once again against the floor.
“Shut up,” Norway whispered, kissing his neck softly. “You’ve done enough for us. I’m... I’m doing this for you.”
Denmark chuckled. “Fine. At least let me prepare you, so you don’t hurt yourself.”
He looked down, frowning at Denmark. “I already said-”
The immature Dane stuck his tongue out, commanding, “Switch directions.”
It may not have seemed possible, but Norway blushed even more vibrantly than before, his mind aligned with Denmark’s. “Anko…”
“You’re so annoying,” he blurt out as he stood up, turning around and crawling back over Denmark. He gasped as he found himself facing Denmark’s large, erect penis.
“You’re always the same,” Denmark hummed brightly, gripping Norway’s thighs. “That’s why I love you.”
He brushed his tongue about Denmark’s length, his heart racing more so than usual in response to Denmark’s words. His slow traced his tongue from the base, making its way to the tip, just as he did for the battle scars. He almost made his way to the tip until-
“A-ah!”
Norway pressed his lips together, feeling Denmark’s warm, wet tongue slide into him.
“You have to…”
“Aaah…”
“…keep licking,” Denmark reminded, slipping his tongue in and out, “or else it…
“Ah.. A-anko…
“…might not go… in… easily....”
In between lustful moans and pants, Norway continued lathering the erection with his wet tongue, occasionally enveloping as much as he could with his mouth. Even the taste of precum seeping out of the large penis could not distract Norway from the tongue sliding in and out of him - Norway breathed heavily, feeling precum dripping from his own penis. Nor began shivering violently and abruptly stood up, turning around to face his lover. Legs trapping Denmark, he lowered himself, positioning Denmark’s length at his entrance.
Lifting his head up, his eyes widened as Norway stood boldly above him, sliding off every article of clothing on the small Nordic with the same elegance and silent poise which exemplified him. Norway lowered himself to Denmark’s level, crawling slowly above Denmark, until their lips were no more than a centimeter apart. Denmark, too shocked to do anything, felt Norway push their lips against each other - warm, wet, and lustful, they ravished each other. Firm, warm arms enveloped him as Norway parted his lips and moaned deeply from Denmark’s tongue brushing against his thin lips, allowing the tongue to dominate his mouth with a characteristically brute force, without losing his own vigor. Even through such passionate and fierce kisses, Denmark could feel Norway’s hands snake down this chest, abdomen, to the rim of his pants--
“Nor, wait,” Denmark gasped, snatching Norway’s fragile hand tightly.
Norway panted for air, beads of sweat dripping down his pale skin. “A-anko… I-”
“If you do this,” Denmark warned, “You might get hurt. I won’t be able to control myself.”
He saw Norway smile, his soft smile, directed at him, only for him - captivated by Norway’s smile, he didn’t even notice the loss of his pants. He felt his heart flip again as Norway shivered against him, sitting on his lap, their hard penises brushing against each other. Denmark used his elbow to push himself up, but winced in response. Norway placed a hand on Denmark’s strong but beaten chest, pushing Denmark down until his back was once again against the floor.
“Shut up,” Norway whispered, kissing his neck softly. “You’ve done enough for us. I’m... I’m doing this for you.”
Denmark chuckled. “Fine. At least let me prepare you, so you don’t hurt yourself.”
He looked down, frowning at Denmark. “I already said-”
The immature Dane stuck his tongue out, commanding, “Switch directions.”
It may not have seemed possible, but Norway blushed even more vibrantly than before, his mind aligned with Denmark’s. “Anko…”
“You’re so annoying,” he blurt out as he stood up, turning around and crawling back over Denmark. He gasped as he found himself facing Denmark’s large, erect penis.
“You’re always the same,” Denmark hummed brightly, gripping Norway’s thighs. “That’s why I love you.”
He brushed his tongue about Denmark’s length, his heart racing more so than usual in response to Denmark’s words. His slow traced his tongue from the base, making its way to the tip, just as he did for the battle scars. He almost made his way to the tip until-
“A-ah!”
Norway pressed his lips together, feeling Denmark’s warm, wet tongue slide into him.
“You have to…”
“Aaah…”
“…keep licking,” Denmark reminded, slipping his tongue in and out, “or else it…
“Ah.. A-anko…
“…might not go… in… easily....”
In between lustful moans and pants, Norway continued lathering the erection with his wet tongue, occasionally enveloping as much as he could with his mouth. Even the taste of precum seeping out of the large penis could not distract Norway from the tongue sliding in and out of him - Norway breathed heavily, feeling precum dripping from his own penis. Nor began shivering violently and abruptly stood up, turning around to face his lover. Legs trapping Denmark, he lowered himself, positioning Denmark’s length at his entrance.
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