Re: [Russia/Canada] A different sort of nothing [3/3]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 03:28:26 UTC
Russia narrowed his eyes at him, but let himself be moved around without verbal complain. He also didn’t complain when Canada kissed the head of his erection and took him into his mouth. His moan, however, reverberated over Canada’s whole body, from where Russia’s lips closed around his member to his last tingling nerve.
This was better, doing it together was so immensely better--
Canada came hard, groaning loudly around Russia. His hands gripped the pale skin of Russia’s thigh, and, as his fingers tapped uncoordinatedly over his skin he found the soft curve of his ass, and closed a hand over it. He heard Russia cursing, and sucked harder. Canada closed his eyes and watched the bright sparkles of light dance behind his lids; his middle finger brushed Russia’s hole, and teasingly dipped inside.
Canada always thought it was funny that Russia’s come wasn’t anywhere near cold.
Breathing heavily Russia pushed himself away from over Canada, slumping bonelessly on the other side of the couch. Canada let out a breathy chuckle and followed his boyfriend, leaning on him for any kind of support he could get. Russia shook his head and smiled, pulling him up on his naked lap.
“Oh, man! What was that?” Canada swung one of his arms around Russia’s neck and bringing him down towards him.
“I told you it was nothing,” Russia dismissed it, as if giving mind-blowing blowjobs was something he did on a daily basis. “You said yourself the other day he should spend more time doing nothing together.”
Russia’s face was close enough for Canada to pick all the maliciousness in his eyes. He stared at him. And then stared some more.
“You-You actually remembered-Oh, my God, Russia!” Canada laughed, not knowing if he should beat his boyfriend up or ravish him again. “You’re so fucking scheming!”
“You weren’t complaining,” Russia pointed out, leaning in to kiss his lips softly.
“I-Of course not! But I-I always thought you didn’t like it, you know, doing that.”
“I don’t,” Russia answered honestly, kissing him again. “But you do, can’t shut up about it too.” Canada turned deep red, and started mumbling something Russia chose to completely ignore “Besides,” He went on, “You can always do something to me too, as compensation.”
Canada looked deep into Russia’s eyes, and reached blindly for the remote control, turning the television off without even looking at it.
Re: [Russia/Canada] A different sort of nothing [3/3]
anonymous
May 4 2010, 07:11:03 UTC
I'm so glad you wrote this; this is funny and hot, and the dynamic between Canada and Russia is hilarious. This bit definitely tickled my fancy: “You-You actually remembered-Oh, my God, Russia!” Canada laughed, not knowing if he should beat his boyfriend up or ravish him again. “You’re so fucking scheming!” Canada ravishing Russia is just ... A++
I would never have thought of the pairing, but you made it work. GJ, anon. :Db
This was better, doing it together was so immensely better--
Canada came hard, groaning loudly around Russia. His hands gripped the pale skin of Russia’s thigh, and, as his fingers tapped uncoordinatedly over his skin he found the soft curve of his ass, and closed a hand over it. He heard Russia cursing, and sucked harder. Canada closed his eyes and watched the bright sparkles of light dance behind his lids; his middle finger brushed Russia’s hole, and teasingly dipped inside.
Canada always thought it was funny that Russia’s come wasn’t anywhere near cold.
Breathing heavily Russia pushed himself away from over Canada, slumping bonelessly on the other side of the couch. Canada let out a breathy chuckle and followed his boyfriend, leaning on him for any kind of support he could get. Russia shook his head and smiled, pulling him up on his naked lap.
“Oh, man! What was that?” Canada swung one of his arms around Russia’s neck and bringing him down towards him.
“I told you it was nothing,” Russia dismissed it, as if giving mind-blowing blowjobs was something he did on a daily basis. “You said yourself the other day he should spend more time doing nothing together.”
Russia’s face was close enough for Canada to pick all the maliciousness in his eyes. He stared at him. And then stared some more.
“You-You actually remembered-Oh, my God, Russia!” Canada laughed, not knowing if he should beat his boyfriend up or ravish him again. “You’re so fucking scheming!”
“You weren’t complaining,” Russia pointed out, leaning in to kiss his lips softly.
“I-Of course not! But I-I always thought you didn’t like it, you know, doing that.”
“I don’t,” Russia answered honestly, kissing him again. “But you do, can’t shut up about it too.” Canada turned deep red, and started mumbling something Russia chose to completely ignore “Besides,” He went on, “You can always do something to me too, as compensation.”
Canada looked deep into Russia’s eyes, and reached blindly for the remote control, turning the television off without even looking at it.
“What are we waiting for?”
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I would never have thought of the pairing, but you made it work. GJ, anon. :Db
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