Like, Totally Sexy 5/?
anonymous
April 4 2010, 22:06:26 UTC
"P-P-Poland," Lithuania stuttered, "Y-You're wearing lipgloss." He heard the rustling of fabric and looked down at Poland's outfit. "Aii!" he squeaked, jumping away from the other nation. Poland's outfit...like a lewder, sexualized version of Belarus'. Frilly skirts that barely covered his upper thigh, they showed off a...a garter. A dark, blue garter that held up shiny silvery thread. It wasn't thread though, but...fishnet tights. And there were heels. Yes, those were heels.
"Yes, Liet?" Poland pouted, placing a hand on Lithuania's shoulder and pressing him back into his seat, climbing onto his lap, "You've been working like, way too hard lately. Let me take care of you." Poland's voice wasn't like normal...not a ton of valley girl. And oh god, he was in his lap. Really in his lap, lowering his lips to Lithuania's neck and kissing it gently.
"I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming...oh god, Poland!" Lithuania gasped as Poland gave his neck a little lick, jerking him to his senses, "You can't-you can't be here! You can't be doing this!" He pushed the blonde off of him, quickly getting up from his chair and trying to ignore his aroused state. Poland looked at him with hurt eyes.
"That's totally not fair Liet! I dressed up like a sexier, nicer Belarus, I came over here because I'm worried about you all the time, and I LOVE YOU LITHUANIA!" Poland practically shouted, shaking a bit in his fluffy, short skirts. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself as Lithuania stared at him in shock.
"Ah...Oh, Poland..." Lithuania sighed, reaching out for the smaller nation, "Good God Poland, do you know what you just did to me? Coming into my office dressed like THAT," he said, gesturing to the garters and the stockings, the practically exposed ass, and the tight corset, "Why are you dressed like Belarus, anyways?"
"...You like Belarus," Poland said in a small voice, fiddling with the frilly hem, "I thought...if I was going to ever get you to look twice at me, it would have to be while I was dressed as her." Lithuania sighed, for what must've been the billionth time that night as he reached up for Poland's glowing gold hair, namely the large white bow that sat atop his head. With two fingers, he plucked the object off and cast it aside.
"I want to be kissing you now...not Belarus," he whispered, casting his eyes down as a blush undoubtedly began to color his face. When he looked back up, he was shocked to see Poland wearing a broad smile.
"That's like, totally amazing." What Lithuania wasn't prepared for was Poland grabbing him by the color and pushing him down onto his desk, once again climbing into his lap. Smooth, shiny lips lapped at his neck, kissing, nipping everywhere, "I want to fuck you," Poland moaned, tangling his fingers into Lithuania's hair, "I want to fuck you so bad..."
"God, Poland," Lithuania said, brushing his fingers over the top of Poland's thighs, feeling the smooth silk of the garter, "Your legs...your legs, let me feel them," he moaned, grabbing everywhere he could. He lightly ran his fingers over the back of Poland's thighs, sending another keening sound out of Poland.
"F-Fuck, Liet! You're wearing too many clothes," he said, grabbing at the front of Lithuania's shirt and ripping it off with surprising ease. The brunette suddenly felt very exposed to Poland...they'd seen each other naked before, but in equal. Poland was clothed and he was running his fingers over Lithuania's abs,
"So hot," he murmured, ducking his head down to press loving kisses along the muscles, all the way down to Lithuania's treasure trail. Lithuania's erection was now prominent, and straining against the front of his pants. Poland's legs extended behind him, his ass pert in the air. His erection throbbed once more once he realized that Poland wasn't just not wearing boxers...he was wearing panties. Girl panties.
"Yes, Liet?" Poland pouted, placing a hand on Lithuania's shoulder and pressing him back into his seat, climbing onto his lap, "You've been working like, way too hard lately. Let me take care of you." Poland's voice wasn't like normal...not a ton of valley girl. And oh god, he was in his lap. Really in his lap, lowering his lips to Lithuania's neck and kissing it gently.
"I'm dreaming, I have to be dreaming...oh god, Poland!" Lithuania gasped as Poland gave his neck a little lick, jerking him to his senses, "You can't-you can't be here! You can't be doing this!" He pushed the blonde off of him, quickly getting up from his chair and trying to ignore his aroused state. Poland looked at him with hurt eyes.
"That's totally not fair Liet! I dressed up like a sexier, nicer Belarus, I came over here because I'm worried about you all the time, and I LOVE YOU LITHUANIA!" Poland practically shouted, shaking a bit in his fluffy, short skirts. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself as Lithuania stared at him in shock.
"Ah...Oh, Poland..." Lithuania sighed, reaching out for the smaller nation, "Good God Poland, do you know what you just did to me? Coming into my office dressed like THAT," he said, gesturing to the garters and the stockings, the practically exposed ass, and the tight corset, "Why are you dressed like Belarus, anyways?"
"...You like Belarus," Poland said in a small voice, fiddling with the frilly hem, "I thought...if I was going to ever get you to look twice at me, it would have to be while I was dressed as her." Lithuania sighed, for what must've been the billionth time that night as he reached up for Poland's glowing gold hair, namely the large white bow that sat atop his head. With two fingers, he plucked the object off and cast it aside.
"I want to be kissing you now...not Belarus," he whispered, casting his eyes down as a blush undoubtedly began to color his face. When he looked back up, he was shocked to see Poland wearing a broad smile.
"That's like, totally amazing." What Lithuania wasn't prepared for was Poland grabbing him by the color and pushing him down onto his desk, once again climbing into his lap. Smooth, shiny lips lapped at his neck, kissing, nipping everywhere, "I want to fuck you," Poland moaned, tangling his fingers into Lithuania's hair, "I want to fuck you so bad..."
"God, Poland," Lithuania said, brushing his fingers over the top of Poland's thighs, feeling the smooth silk of the garter, "Your legs...your legs, let me feel them," he moaned, grabbing everywhere he could. He lightly ran his fingers over the back of Poland's thighs, sending another keening sound out of Poland.
"F-Fuck, Liet! You're wearing too many clothes," he said, grabbing at the front of Lithuania's shirt and ripping it off with surprising ease. The brunette suddenly felt very exposed to Poland...they'd seen each other naked before, but in equal. Poland was clothed and he was running his fingers over Lithuania's abs,
"So hot," he murmured, ducking his head down to press loving kisses along the muscles, all the way down to Lithuania's treasure trail. Lithuania's erection was now prominent, and straining against the front of his pants. Poland's legs extended behind him, his ass pert in the air. His erection throbbed once more once he realized that Poland wasn't just not wearing boxers...he was wearing panties. Girl panties.
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Now I really can't wait for more :D
Part with Hungary was so sweet too <3
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