Re: [Part 9] LietPol - Tease (6/?) THE REAL PART 6
anonymous
June 30 2010, 18:31:00 UTC
But now that the journey from kitchen to bedroom had been accomplished, Poland had no intentions of continuing to assume the - for lack of a better term - girl’s role. The moment his back touched the mattress, he rolled, using his momentum to settle Lithuania comfortably below him. Lithuania let out a grunt, but he wasn’t particularly surprised; Poland had never been keen to take the submissive initiative in the bedroom.
What did surprise him, however, was the chilly bite of metal against his wrist and the ominous click of something locking.
“Poland!” he gasped, jerking away.
Poland smirked and jerked Lithuania’s arm up and over his head. Lithuania struggled, but Poland’s knee rubbed against his groin - it was a low tactic, really - and then the other end of the handcuff was safely fastened to the bedpost.
“Wh-what on earth are you doing?” Lithuania demanded. He was straining against the chains desperately, but to no avail - and finally, he gave up, panting, to fix Poland with a bewildered stare.
Poland licked his lips and shifted his weight so that he was hovering mere centimeters over Lithuania. “Like, I just wanted to try something new,” he murmured into his ear. “But if you totally don’t like it, we don’t have to.”
“Poland . . . !”
“Do you not like it?”
Lithuania flushed and turned his head to one side, not meeting Poland’s eyes. But that was all the answer Poland needed - he could read the curiosity and suppressed excitement even in the twitch of Lithuania’s lip. With a smirk, Poland languidly ran his tongue against the shell of Lithuania’s ear, delighting at the gasp it elicited from him. “I totally knew you’d love it,” he teased.
Lithuania moved his head to try to capture Poland’s lips in his - but Poland moved downwards, instead deciding to tongue Lithuania’s neck.
“Po- . . . !” The chains jangled as Lithuania struggled to wrap his arms around Poland’s neck, and, frustrated with his restriction, Lithuania arched against Poland desperately.
“Like, you’re totally not being patient,” Poland told him crossly as he pushed Lithuania roughly back down to the mattress.
Lithuania blushed.
But despites his complaints of Lithuania’s impatience, Poland had no intention of making him wait that much longer anyway - after all, he, too, was just as in need of release. His fingers were already fumbling with the buttons of Lithuania’s top, pushing aside the fabric with each one he undid. Eagerly, he sucked down upon Lithuania’s collarbone, every once in a while nibbling at the tender skin to the sound of Lithuania’s sharp inhalations.
Undoing the last button, Poland pushed the shirt apart - and then paused. “Damn,” he cursed. “I, like, totally forgot. There’s no way to take off your shirt now without, like, taking off the cuffs or cutting the shirt.”
Lithuania blanched. “D-don’t cut it!”
“Duh. Do I look like the kind of guy who would ruin good clothes?” Poland rolled his eyes. “Naw, this will just have to do.” He pushed Lithuania’s shirt as far up his arms as possible, and Lithuania shivered as the cool air brushed against his exposed chest.
Poland smirked. “Cold?” he teased.
Flushing, Lithuania said nothing - but then, Poland’s lips were fluttering softly over his chest, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. He screwed his eyes shut, willing that . . . well, he wasn’t quite sure, but the sensations were beginning to overwhelm him, and he wanted them both to increase and to go away at the same time.
What did surprise him, however, was the chilly bite of metal against his wrist and the ominous click of something locking.
“Poland!” he gasped, jerking away.
Poland smirked and jerked Lithuania’s arm up and over his head. Lithuania struggled, but Poland’s knee rubbed against his groin - it was a low tactic, really - and then the other end of the handcuff was safely fastened to the bedpost.
“Wh-what on earth are you doing?” Lithuania demanded. He was straining against the chains desperately, but to no avail - and finally, he gave up, panting, to fix Poland with a bewildered stare.
Poland licked his lips and shifted his weight so that he was hovering mere centimeters over Lithuania. “Like, I just wanted to try something new,” he murmured into his ear. “But if you totally don’t like it, we don’t have to.”
“Poland . . . !”
“Do you not like it?”
Lithuania flushed and turned his head to one side, not meeting Poland’s eyes. But that was all the answer Poland needed - he could read the curiosity and suppressed excitement even in the twitch of Lithuania’s lip. With a smirk, Poland languidly ran his tongue against the shell of Lithuania’s ear, delighting at the gasp it elicited from him. “I totally knew you’d love it,” he teased.
Lithuania moved his head to try to capture Poland’s lips in his - but Poland moved downwards, instead deciding to tongue Lithuania’s neck.
“Po- . . . !” The chains jangled as Lithuania struggled to wrap his arms around Poland’s neck, and, frustrated with his restriction, Lithuania arched against Poland desperately.
“Like, you’re totally not being patient,” Poland told him crossly as he pushed Lithuania roughly back down to the mattress.
Lithuania blushed.
But despites his complaints of Lithuania’s impatience, Poland had no intention of making him wait that much longer anyway - after all, he, too, was just as in need of release. His fingers were already fumbling with the buttons of Lithuania’s top, pushing aside the fabric with each one he undid. Eagerly, he sucked down upon Lithuania’s collarbone, every once in a while nibbling at the tender skin to the sound of Lithuania’s sharp inhalations.
Undoing the last button, Poland pushed the shirt apart - and then paused. “Damn,” he cursed. “I, like, totally forgot. There’s no way to take off your shirt now without, like, taking off the cuffs or cutting the shirt.”
Lithuania blanched. “D-don’t cut it!”
“Duh. Do I look like the kind of guy who would ruin good clothes?” Poland rolled his eyes. “Naw, this will just have to do.” He pushed Lithuania’s shirt as far up his arms as possible, and Lithuania shivered as the cool air brushed against his exposed chest.
Poland smirked. “Cold?” he teased.
Flushing, Lithuania said nothing - but then, Poland’s lips were fluttering softly over his chest, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat. He screwed his eyes shut, willing that . . . well, he wasn’t quite sure, but the sensations were beginning to overwhelm him, and he wanted them both to increase and to go away at the same time.
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