Re: [Part 9] LietPol - Tease (2/?)
anonymous
June 29 2010, 22:04:25 UTC
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“So you want to know the secrets of the bedroom, mon élève?” sang France, twirling a rose in his hands. “Well! You’ve come to the right place.”
Poland rolled his eyes. “Well, duh. I knew that already. Could you just, like, totally tell me something I could, you know, use?”
“Tsk! So impatient. The secrets of amour cannot be rushed.”
“Rii-ight.”
France looked faintly amused. “Well, why don’t you tell me what you’re already doing, to start?”
“Like, totally the usual,” Poland replied with a shrug. “You know, blowjobs, and sometimes, like, we fuck. I totally top . . . most of the time.”
“And this would be a couple times a week?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well . . . ,” France mused, stroking his chin in thought. “I’ve seen more hopeless cases. I think - no, I know - I can help.”
Poland didn’t quite know how to respond to that - he was less hopeless than others? What on earth did that mean? But as he opened his mouth to retort something heatedly, France leaned over him, smirking suggestively.
“The question is,” France breathed. “is whether or not you want me to show you . . .”
“Ew! No!” Poland flailed desperately, both hands and feet flying frantically in disgust of the very thought. France? Not in a million years!
There was a yelp, and suddenly France wasn’t hovering over him anymore. Rather, he was scowling at Poland from a safe four feet away, nursing a throbbing jaw where a fairly powerful punch had clipped him. “That was not cute.”
Poland glowered right back. “You, like, deserved it.”
“Ah, the pain one endures for love!” France lamented pitifully. “You don’t know what you’re turning down. What a pity!”
“Just, like, tell me already. Or I’ll totally just go home now.”
“Oh, no, no! You simply can’t turn down this educational experience, this opportunity!” France cried.
“I totally can.”
“There is so much I can teach you - you won’t regret it!”
“Fine.” Poland glared at France suspiciously, but he slumped back in his chair and crossed his legs. “Like, bring it on.”
“So you want to know the secrets of the bedroom, mon élève?” sang France, twirling a rose in his hands. “Well! You’ve come to the right place.”
Poland rolled his eyes. “Well, duh. I knew that already. Could you just, like, totally tell me something I could, you know, use?”
“Tsk! So impatient. The secrets of amour cannot be rushed.”
“Rii-ight.”
France looked faintly amused. “Well, why don’t you tell me what you’re already doing, to start?”
“Like, totally the usual,” Poland replied with a shrug. “You know, blowjobs, and sometimes, like, we fuck. I totally top . . . most of the time.”
“And this would be a couple times a week?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well . . . ,” France mused, stroking his chin in thought. “I’ve seen more hopeless cases. I think - no, I know - I can help.”
Poland didn’t quite know how to respond to that - he was less hopeless than others? What on earth did that mean? But as he opened his mouth to retort something heatedly, France leaned over him, smirking suggestively.
“The question is,” France breathed. “is whether or not you want me to show you . . .”
“Ew! No!” Poland flailed desperately, both hands and feet flying frantically in disgust of the very thought. France? Not in a million years!
There was a yelp, and suddenly France wasn’t hovering over him anymore. Rather, he was scowling at Poland from a safe four feet away, nursing a throbbing jaw where a fairly powerful punch had clipped him. “That was not cute.”
Poland glowered right back. “You, like, deserved it.”
“Ah, the pain one endures for love!” France lamented pitifully. “You don’t know what you’re turning down. What a pity!”
“Just, like, tell me already. Or I’ll totally just go home now.”
“Oh, no, no! You simply can’t turn down this educational experience, this opportunity!” France cried.
“I totally can.”
“There is so much I can teach you - you won’t regret it!”
“Fine.” Poland glared at France suspiciously, but he slumped back in his chair and crossed his legs. “Like, bring it on.”
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