America saw the panic in the other’s body language and realized the misunderstanding, shaking his head quickly. “No, no, no,” he promised, holding his palms out in a gesture of peace. “Not like that. Here, you take this.” He slipped the small key into Lithuania’s unresisting hand and backed away, keeping their eyes locked as he lay down on their bed, scooting backwards until his hands brushed the headboard. Then in a matter of seconds and a bit of impressive contortion, he had locked himself into the handcuffs, whose chain was looped around one of the solid, sturdy posts in the headboard. Lithuania blinked, glancing down at the key in his hand before biting his lip and staring back at the American. Had he really just…? He knew that those cuffs were real police-issue, kept around for emergencies in case someone broke into the house, and had no safety release. He had just placed himself entirely at Lithuania’s mercy, because he sure wasn’t getting out of there without the key he had so blithely given away.
Lithuania knelt hesitantly on the bed, key clutched tightly in his slightly-sweaty palm, staring at the body laid out before him. Well, it wasn’t as though he’d never seen this fruited plain before, but now, if he wasn’t much mistaken… “Go on,” America urged, watching him with those gently glowing blue eyes. He spread his legs to make room for the other crawling up the bed towards him, seemingly unembarrassed to reveal himself so obviously. It made Lithuania blush, daring to run his fingertips over the parted thighs, making his lover groan. “D-do whatever you want,” he insisted again, running his tongue slowly over his lower lip. This seemed like as good a way as any other to get the shy European nation to become more aggressive in bed, and there was no way that he could get caught up in the moment and accidentally scare him with his hands bound.
Lithuania hesitated, and then his face set in a nervous but determined expression that made his lover need to try to hide a grin. He leaned carefully over him, placing the key to the cuffs on the nightstand beside them. “Tell me if you want to stop,” he ordered, hands beginning to trace over America’s chest, making his eyes glaze over in pleasure as he nodded. “I mean it,” he insisted nervously, even as his fingertips brushed over pert nipples, because what could be worse right now than accidentally hurting his American? But the only response was a moan and a slight undulation as America tried to rub against his hands again. “America!” he finally snapped, pulling his unwilling hands away as he struggled to get the other to pay attention. But the eyes that met his made him feel shaky all over with desire.
“Toris,” he whimpered, making him shiver hotly from hearing his name from those sinful lips; “Toris, I promise I’ll stop you if you do anything I don’t like. Now would you please, please, touch me already.” It was amazing how much harder it had made America to hear that commanding tone coming from his usually docile lover. Said lover was apparently finally satisfied with his answer, because the hands started rubbing at his chest again as a mouth clasped against his own. He mewled into Lithuania’s lips, around the tongue that had somehow found its way into his mouth so fast, arching against those skilled fingers. He tended to forget that Lithuania was so much older and more experienced than he was, at least until he started using that experience on him, making him beg shamelessly for more, faster, harder - and they’d barely touched each other yet!
It surprised him how quickly and easily the larger nation submitted to his touches. America was such a stubborn and independent personality, he would have expected him to want to be in control of any situation. But here he was, bucking and pleading unabashedly after just a few touches. He would never get tired of the taste of the American - hamburgers and sweetness and just a bit of smoke and the irresistible flavor of amber grain. Their breaths were coming faster and rougher; America seemed content to let Lithuania plunder his mouth with his tongue, wetly swallowing their mixed saliva and gasping encouragingly whenever his lips were nibbled.
Lithuania knelt hesitantly on the bed, key clutched tightly in his slightly-sweaty palm, staring at the body laid out before him. Well, it wasn’t as though he’d never seen this fruited plain before, but now, if he wasn’t much mistaken… “Go on,” America urged, watching him with those gently glowing blue eyes. He spread his legs to make room for the other crawling up the bed towards him, seemingly unembarrassed to reveal himself so obviously. It made Lithuania blush, daring to run his fingertips over the parted thighs, making his lover groan. “D-do whatever you want,” he insisted again, running his tongue slowly over his lower lip. This seemed like as good a way as any other to get the shy European nation to become more aggressive in bed, and there was no way that he could get caught up in the moment and accidentally scare him with his hands bound.
Lithuania hesitated, and then his face set in a nervous but determined expression that made his lover need to try to hide a grin. He leaned carefully over him, placing the key to the cuffs on the nightstand beside them. “Tell me if you want to stop,” he ordered, hands beginning to trace over America’s chest, making his eyes glaze over in pleasure as he nodded. “I mean it,” he insisted nervously, even as his fingertips brushed over pert nipples, because what could be worse right now than accidentally hurting his American? But the only response was a moan and a slight undulation as America tried to rub against his hands again. “America!” he finally snapped, pulling his unwilling hands away as he struggled to get the other to pay attention. But the eyes that met his made him feel shaky all over with desire.
“Toris,” he whimpered, making him shiver hotly from hearing his name from those sinful lips; “Toris, I promise I’ll stop you if you do anything I don’t like. Now would you please, please, touch me already.” It was amazing how much harder it had made America to hear that commanding tone coming from his usually docile lover. Said lover was apparently finally satisfied with his answer, because the hands started rubbing at his chest again as a mouth clasped against his own. He mewled into Lithuania’s lips, around the tongue that had somehow found its way into his mouth so fast, arching against those skilled fingers. He tended to forget that Lithuania was so much older and more experienced than he was, at least until he started using that experience on him, making him beg shamelessly for more, faster, harder - and they’d barely touched each other yet!
It surprised him how quickly and easily the larger nation submitted to his touches. America was such a stubborn and independent personality, he would have expected him to want to be in control of any situation. But here he was, bucking and pleading unabashedly after just a few touches. He would never get tired of the taste of the American - hamburgers and sweetness and just a bit of smoke and the irresistible flavor of amber grain. Their breaths were coming faster and rougher; America seemed content to let Lithuania plunder his mouth with his tongue, wetly swallowing their mixed saliva and gasping encouragingly whenever his lips were nibbled.
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