Re: [Part 9] LietPol - Tease (7/?)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 18:34:32 UTC
Poland’s teeth grasped Lithuania’s nipple, and he flicked it with his tongue at the precisely the same moment that he gave it a sharp nip. Then he did it again, relishing at the mewl it drew from Lithuania’s lips. Once more, and Lithuania was writhing beneath him in mixed desperation and frustration. Lithuania’s hands were clenching and unclenching, tugging constantly at the handcuffs as he fought to wrap his arms around Poland’s neck - and the sight drew a groan from Poland’s own throat.
Poland’s fingers pressed against Lithuania’s abdomen, and his nails bit into the skin as his own fists curled in excitement, but Lithuania made no move to complain. Rather, he arched his back upwards into Poland’s palm, as if reminding him to move downward and deal with the issue at hand there.
But Poland had already thought of that. His left hand was drifting steadily lower, and at Lithuania’s impatient urging, the fingers brushed against the waistband of Lithuania’s pants.
Lithuania gasped. His hips bucked upwards once more, begging Poland desperately for his touch.
And Poland was only too happy to comply. He hastily undid the zipper of Lithuania’s pants, and with one swift tug, he removed both over- and under-wear. He heard Lithuania hiss as the cold air brushed areas normally clothed in public, and Poland glanced up, amused, to see Lithuania looking pointedly away with a furious blush painting his features - it seemed Lithuania never got over his embarrassment, no matter how many times Poland had seen him this way. Poland smirked and took Lithuania’s erection into his palm.
Lithuania inhaled sharply, tensing in Poland’s grasp. But Poland had already begun to run his hands up and down Lithuania’s length mercilessly, and Lithuania could not help the whimpers and moans that fell from his lips.
“Oh, God, Poland!” he cried. His hands were grasping desperately for something to hold onto - but the handcuffs held him fast. “P-please!”
“Please what?” Poland replied coyly, fluttering his eyelashes. He tightened his grip on Lithuania just slightly, but it was enough to make Lithuania groan and buck up into his hand.
Poland smirked. His eyes glowed as he continued to pump, his gaze fixed on Lithuania’s face in something akin to enthralled enrapture; Lithuania’s features were almost glowing red with his flush, and in the warm light of the dying daytime, Poland could just barely make out the first prickles of sweat glistening at the base of his neck. Languidly, he ran his tongue over Lithuania’s collarbone, feeling a thrill run up his spine as Lithuania shivered.
His hand was gaining speed and pressure, eliciting tiny little whimpers from deep within Lithuania’s throat - tiny little whimpers that made his heart pound like a drum within his chest and spoke straight to the heat between his legs. Poland moaned appreciatively, kissing him hard.
Poland’s fingers pressed against Lithuania’s abdomen, and his nails bit into the skin as his own fists curled in excitement, but Lithuania made no move to complain. Rather, he arched his back upwards into Poland’s palm, as if reminding him to move downward and deal with the issue at hand there.
But Poland had already thought of that. His left hand was drifting steadily lower, and at Lithuania’s impatient urging, the fingers brushed against the waistband of Lithuania’s pants.
Lithuania gasped. His hips bucked upwards once more, begging Poland desperately for his touch.
And Poland was only too happy to comply. He hastily undid the zipper of Lithuania’s pants, and with one swift tug, he removed both over- and under-wear. He heard Lithuania hiss as the cold air brushed areas normally clothed in public, and Poland glanced up, amused, to see Lithuania looking pointedly away with a furious blush painting his features - it seemed Lithuania never got over his embarrassment, no matter how many times Poland had seen him this way. Poland smirked and took Lithuania’s erection into his palm.
Lithuania inhaled sharply, tensing in Poland’s grasp. But Poland had already begun to run his hands up and down Lithuania’s length mercilessly, and Lithuania could not help the whimpers and moans that fell from his lips.
“Oh, God, Poland!” he cried. His hands were grasping desperately for something to hold onto - but the handcuffs held him fast. “P-please!”
“Please what?” Poland replied coyly, fluttering his eyelashes. He tightened his grip on Lithuania just slightly, but it was enough to make Lithuania groan and buck up into his hand.
“D-don’t care . . .,” Lithuania gasped. “Just . . . more.”
Poland smirked. His eyes glowed as he continued to pump, his gaze fixed on Lithuania’s face in something akin to enthralled enrapture; Lithuania’s features were almost glowing red with his flush, and in the warm light of the dying daytime, Poland could just barely make out the first prickles of sweat glistening at the base of his neck. Languidly, he ran his tongue over Lithuania’s collarbone, feeling a thrill run up his spine as Lithuania shivered.
His hand was gaining speed and pressure, eliciting tiny little whimpers from deep within Lithuania’s throat - tiny little whimpers that made his heart pound like a drum within his chest and spoke straight to the heat between his legs. Poland moaned appreciatively, kissing him hard.
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