Re: [Part 9] LietPol - Tease (8/?)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 18:40:38 UTC
And then he released, all the tension in his grip melting away in a millisecond.
“Poland!” Lithuania protested indignantly. He arched his back, searching for that friction once more, his abdominal muscles rippling ever-so-slightly with the effort. “Please, don’t stop!”
And oh, how Poland would’ve loved to oblige, to rub him hard and fast until Lithuania simply couldn’t take any more - but Poland knew better; he could wait. He could be patient, even if Lithuania was finding that difficult, and he was going to take full advantage of the fact. With a devilish smirk, he trailed a finger up the underside of Lithuania’s length, so lightly that it could have very well just been a breath of the wind.
Lithuania bit his lip, but that did not fully hold back the truncated cry as Poland pressed gently down on the tip of his cock with his thumb. Lithuania squeezed his eyes shut, and then Poland’s hands were back around him, running up and down his length and smearing his precum along the whole shaft, but in comparison to the way Poland had been rubbing him before, it was so light, so gentle - the cruelest of teases. Lithuania groaned.
And Poland’s other hand was certainly not making things any better. It was darting all over Lithuania’s body, tracing his collarbone and dancing up his biceps. Running down his sides. Pinching his belly. Everywhere at once, and yet nowhere at once, for there was so little pressure, it was merely as if a butterfly was fluttering across his skin.
Lithuania trembled, feeling the warmth of arousal flooding his system. “Poland . . .”
Poland grinned and trailed his finger towards the inside of Lithuania’s leg. His other hand sped up just barely - and then the wandering finger was gone. Lithuania blinked up at him through the haze of desire, just in time to see Poland flash him a lewd grin and take his own middle finger into his mouth.
It was a show - that much was obvious from the way Poland’s eyes drifted half shut and a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. And it was a good show - that much was obvious from the way Lithuania literally squeaked. Poland chuckled, sensually trailing his tongue up his finger, swirling about the tip, and then taking his finger into the knuckle and sucking down with a groan. Lithuania flushed, looking very much torn between wanting to look away and needing to just stare forever.
“You like?” Poland asked, pulling out his finger with a small pop and nipping the tip. “I could . . .” He giggled and pointedly squeezed Lithuania’s cock.
Lithuania turned bright red. “Oh - oh, god . . .”
“I didn’t hear that, Liet,” Poland teased. “Do you want me to do this to you?” And he ran his tongue up his finger, sucking down hard on the tip.
“G-god, yes. Please.”
And without any further ado, Poland slid down Lithuania’s body, nudging his legs a little further apart in the process. He peered headily up at Lithuania, filthy smirk playing at his lips, and flicked out his tongue. Lithuania gasped and arched, his biceps trembling at the odd angle. “P-Poland!”
It was a plea, and this time, Poland decided to be kind. His lips wrapped around Lithuania’s length, and slowly, he began to move forwards, taking him in centimeter by centimeter. Lithuania moaned loudly, involuntarily bucking his hips up into Poland’s mouth - which only made Poland giggle, sending vibrations up the length of Lithuania’s spine.
Once Lithuania was in as far as he could go, Poland began to suckle mercilessly, his hands rubbing harshly against the length he couldn’t quite reach. His tongue ran up the underside of Lithuania’s cock, following the vein, and he began to bob his head, pulling back and pushing back deeper.
“Poland!” Lithuania protested indignantly. He arched his back, searching for that friction once more, his abdominal muscles rippling ever-so-slightly with the effort. “Please, don’t stop!”
And oh, how Poland would’ve loved to oblige, to rub him hard and fast until Lithuania simply couldn’t take any more - but Poland knew better; he could wait. He could be patient, even if Lithuania was finding that difficult, and he was going to take full advantage of the fact. With a devilish smirk, he trailed a finger up the underside of Lithuania’s length, so lightly that it could have very well just been a breath of the wind.
Lithuania bit his lip, but that did not fully hold back the truncated cry as Poland pressed gently down on the tip of his cock with his thumb. Lithuania squeezed his eyes shut, and then Poland’s hands were back around him, running up and down his length and smearing his precum along the whole shaft, but in comparison to the way Poland had been rubbing him before, it was so light, so gentle - the cruelest of teases. Lithuania groaned.
And Poland’s other hand was certainly not making things any better. It was darting all over Lithuania’s body, tracing his collarbone and dancing up his biceps. Running down his sides. Pinching his belly. Everywhere at once, and yet nowhere at once, for there was so little pressure, it was merely as if a butterfly was fluttering across his skin.
Lithuania trembled, feeling the warmth of arousal flooding his system. “Poland . . .”
Poland grinned and trailed his finger towards the inside of Lithuania’s leg. His other hand sped up just barely - and then the wandering finger was gone. Lithuania blinked up at him through the haze of desire, just in time to see Poland flash him a lewd grin and take his own middle finger into his mouth.
It was a show - that much was obvious from the way Poland’s eyes drifted half shut and a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. And it was a good show - that much was obvious from the way Lithuania literally squeaked. Poland chuckled, sensually trailing his tongue up his finger, swirling about the tip, and then taking his finger into the knuckle and sucking down with a groan. Lithuania flushed, looking very much torn between wanting to look away and needing to just stare forever.
“You like?” Poland asked, pulling out his finger with a small pop and nipping the tip. “I could . . .” He giggled and pointedly squeezed Lithuania’s cock.
Lithuania turned bright red. “Oh - oh, god . . .”
“I didn’t hear that, Liet,” Poland teased. “Do you want me to do this to you?” And he ran his tongue up his finger, sucking down hard on the tip.
“G-god, yes. Please.”
And without any further ado, Poland slid down Lithuania’s body, nudging his legs a little further apart in the process. He peered headily up at Lithuania, filthy smirk playing at his lips, and flicked out his tongue.
Lithuania gasped and arched, his biceps trembling at the odd angle. “P-Poland!”
It was a plea, and this time, Poland decided to be kind. His lips wrapped around Lithuania’s length, and slowly, he began to move forwards, taking him in centimeter by centimeter. Lithuania moaned loudly, involuntarily bucking his hips up into Poland’s mouth - which only made Poland giggle, sending vibrations up the length of Lithuania’s spine.
Once Lithuania was in as far as he could go, Poland began to suckle mercilessly, his hands rubbing harshly against the length he couldn’t quite reach. His tongue ran up the underside of Lithuania’s cock, following the vein, and he began to bob his head, pulling back and pushing back deeper.
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