Lithuania concentrated, altering his angle slightly with each thrust, searching out that one piece of anatomy that would make this all the more pleasurable for the other. Finally, when his fingers curled inward, America’s eyes rolled back in his head as he stopped breathing entirely. Another few strokes to that spot and his lover was bucking down onto his fingers, trying to force them in deeper. “Ah, Toris, more…” He smirked slightly in pride, slipping in and out a few times and striking the prostate each time to be sure that he could find it again. America was clenching around his fingers, seeming on the verge of orgasm already. That wouldn’t do.
He pulled away, despite the high-pitched whine of protest, and ordered quietly, “Not yet.” Dizzy blue eyes stared up at him, almost incoherent with pleasure. “Don’t come yet,” he repeated, pouring more lube onto his hand and slicking it carefully over his own arousal, biting his lip. He wanted America’s first time being penetrated to be completely painless. He moaned quietly, pumping himself a few times, not knowing how closely America was watching him touch himself. Then he hefted first one, then the other of his lover’s legs over his shoulders, pressing their two bodies together gently. “Relax again, okay?” he whispered, running one lube-slicked hand over America’s chest until he nodded acknowledgement.
Although there was the slightest sting as his muscles were spread farther than they ever had been, America sighed with the pleasure of finally having the Lithuanian pressing inside of him. They moved so very slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time; soon he was tugging at the handcuffs again in impatience. “Faster,” he whispered, but the other just shook his head and kept their slow tempo, letting his body keep pace with the intrusion. Soon enough they were pressed flush together, and America wiggled experimentally. It was strange, to feel this full, but not unpleasant. No… positively pleasant. “Move now, please?” he groaned, and felt rather than saw Lithuania smiling above him. Very gradually, he began to rock back and forth, letting the lube spread thoroughly, building up to larger strokes. There wasn’t enough friction. America tried to buck upward to meet the movements, but hands were keeping him still exactly where the other wanted. “C’mon,” he growled, writhing impatiently.
Lithuania paused, rubbing a hand over the sweat-stained stomach beneath him. “Alfred,” he began, “are you sure-” But the younger nation interrupted “Yes, I’m sure, just fuck me already!” Then, in case there was any doubt, he added firmly, “Hard!” The other chuckled and adjusted his grip on their hips, raising him into the angle that he had memorized before. This time when he slid inside he rubbed along the American’s prostate, stealing his breath away. When the Baltic nation pulled most of the way out and then pushed firmly back in at that same angle, his lover shouted out in incoherent pleasure. He did it again, and again, rewarded with a louder noise each time, until America was nearly screaming. Then he picked up the pace, flesh slapping wetly as they rocked hard and fast against each other, whispering and crying each others’ names like a prayer. The sensations were building, echoing onto each other and enhancing until it was like dying and going to heaven.
Neither of them lasted long. For America the end came when he felt a slick hand grasping his length, pumping in time to their movement. The pleasure from inside and outside of him became too much, and he felt the heat explode inside of him, making him jerk uncontrollably as he came, the name “Toris!” cresting his lips. The sight of him bucking and spurting, face red and screaming, was so beautiful that Lithuania came right behind him, with a shudder and a whimper of “Alfred!” They collapsed together on the bed, chests heaving, as they rode out their orgasms. Eventually Lithuania crawled forward and planted a kiss on his lover’s lips.
He pulled away, despite the high-pitched whine of protest, and ordered quietly, “Not yet.” Dizzy blue eyes stared up at him, almost incoherent with pleasure. “Don’t come yet,” he repeated, pouring more lube onto his hand and slicking it carefully over his own arousal, biting his lip. He wanted America’s first time being penetrated to be completely painless. He moaned quietly, pumping himself a few times, not knowing how closely America was watching him touch himself. Then he hefted first one, then the other of his lover’s legs over his shoulders, pressing their two bodies together gently. “Relax again, okay?” he whispered, running one lube-slicked hand over America’s chest until he nodded acknowledgement.
Although there was the slightest sting as his muscles were spread farther than they ever had been, America sighed with the pleasure of finally having the Lithuanian pressing inside of him. They moved so very slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time; soon he was tugging at the handcuffs again in impatience. “Faster,” he whispered, but the other just shook his head and kept their slow tempo, letting his body keep pace with the intrusion. Soon enough they were pressed flush together, and America wiggled experimentally. It was strange, to feel this full, but not unpleasant. No… positively pleasant. “Move now, please?” he groaned, and felt rather than saw Lithuania smiling above him. Very gradually, he began to rock back and forth, letting the lube spread thoroughly, building up to larger strokes. There wasn’t enough friction. America tried to buck upward to meet the movements, but hands were keeping him still exactly where the other wanted. “C’mon,” he growled, writhing impatiently.
Lithuania paused, rubbing a hand over the sweat-stained stomach beneath him. “Alfred,” he began, “are you sure-” But the younger nation interrupted “Yes, I’m sure, just fuck me already!” Then, in case there was any doubt, he added firmly, “Hard!” The other chuckled and adjusted his grip on their hips, raising him into the angle that he had memorized before. This time when he slid inside he rubbed along the American’s prostate, stealing his breath away. When the Baltic nation pulled most of the way out and then pushed firmly back in at that same angle, his lover shouted out in incoherent pleasure. He did it again, and again, rewarded with a louder noise each time, until America was nearly screaming. Then he picked up the pace, flesh slapping wetly as they rocked hard and fast against each other, whispering and crying each others’ names like a prayer. The sensations were building, echoing onto each other and enhancing until it was like dying and going to heaven.
Neither of them lasted long. For America the end came when he felt a slick hand grasping his length, pumping in time to their movement. The pleasure from inside and outside of him became too much, and he felt the heat explode inside of him, making him jerk uncontrollably as he came, the name “Toris!” cresting his lips. The sight of him bucking and spurting, face red and screaming, was so beautiful that Lithuania came right behind him, with a shudder and a whimper of “Alfred!” They collapsed together on the bed, chests heaving, as they rode out their orgasms. Eventually Lithuania crawled forward and planted a kiss on his lover’s lips.
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