Re: [Part 9] LietPol - Tease (10/11)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 18:45:05 UTC
Lithuania gasped, feeling Poland’s lubricated finger press against his entrance. “Ah - !”
“Ready?” Poland murmured. Lithuania nodded jerkily, and then Poland pressed the finger in. Lithuania squirmed at the odd feeling, but Poland simply crooked the finger and began to thrust it in and out with slowly increasing speeds - and it was not long between the uncomfortable hisses became deep groans of pleasure.
The second finger entered easily, and Lithuania cried out as Poland scissored him, stretching the walls. “Oh-oh, god, Poland!” He bucked up against the fingers, forcing them in deeper.
Poland smirked and added the third finger. Lithuania cried out, and his arms strained against the chains as he screwed his eyes shut and bucked.
“P-Poland!”
Poland grinned and pushed in harder, feeling a spike of arousal course through his body as Lithuania grunted and gasped in response. He felt Lithuania loosen around him, and twice more, he pressed the fingers in, scissoring him, but then he finally pulled his fingers out. He would have loved to continue to tease Lithuania with his fingers, stretching him ever-so-slowly wider and never completely filling him, but it would be counterproductive to make Lithuania come too soon.
Lithuania’s breathing slowed slightly as he felt Poland’s fingers leave him, but it picked up again almost immediately as he felt Poland’s erection nudge at his entrance. His hands curled into fists, biceps tightening, and he whimpered.
“O-okay . . . I’m ready.”
Poland nodded, and pushed inside. Lithuania grunted, lifting his hips; it wasn’t completely comfortable, but at the same time, it wasn’t completely uncomfortable. And as he lay there, panting, it slowly became less and less uncomfortable, until Lithuania signaled that Poland could move with a short jerk of his head.
Poland obliged, slowly pushing in all the way, until he was buried to the hilt, and then, just as carefully, pulling out. Lithuania whimpered.
“P-Poland . . . you can move faster . . . please.”
Poland grinned; what a wonderful request. He began to thrust faster, pounding in and out with increasing strength and speed as Lithuania’s warmth contracted around him. Lithuania cried out, pressing up against Poland and trying to force him in deeper, harder. His legs came up around Poland’s waist, dragging him closer with each thrust, and he let his head fall back and the sensations began to build in his lower abdomen once more.
Faster, Poland thrust into Lithuania, harder. Their breath intermingled in heavy panting - Lithuania gasped each time Poland slammed into him, but Poland was more vocal, shamelessly letting moans and cries fall, almost perpetually, from his lips.
“Oh, god, Liet! Fuck, yes!”
The tension was growing, tightening within them as Poland’s lips found Lithuania’s and they kissed - desperately, albeit sloppily, with saliva dripping from their tongues and lips.
“Nnng, Poland-!” Lithuania hissed, feeling his legs begin to tremble as he tightened them around Poland’s waist. “I-I’m close -!”
And Poland nodded in agreement, feeling the same tension building in the pit of his stomach. He slammed in harder, almost erratically.
With a loud, resounding cry of “OhmygodPoland!”, Lithuania came, his body convulsing as he released his seed all over his stomach and Poland’s. And as Poland felt Lithuania spasm around him, it was enough to send him over the edge into a temporary heaven of thoughtless white.
“Liet!”
Poland collapsed against Lithuania, somewhere in the back of his mind noting the feel of coming inside Lithuania, of filling him with his seed.
“Ready?” Poland murmured. Lithuania nodded jerkily, and then Poland pressed the finger in. Lithuania squirmed at the odd feeling, but Poland simply crooked the finger and began to thrust it in and out with slowly increasing speeds - and it was not long between the uncomfortable hisses became deep groans of pleasure.
The second finger entered easily, and Lithuania cried out as Poland scissored him, stretching the walls. “Oh-oh, god, Poland!” He bucked up against the fingers, forcing them in deeper.
Poland smirked and added the third finger. Lithuania cried out, and his arms strained against the chains as he screwed his eyes shut and bucked.
“P-Poland!”
Poland grinned and pushed in harder, feeling a spike of arousal course through his body as Lithuania grunted and gasped in response. He felt Lithuania loosen around him, and twice more, he pressed the fingers in, scissoring him, but then he finally pulled his fingers out. He would have loved to continue to tease Lithuania with his fingers, stretching him ever-so-slowly wider and never completely filling him, but it would be counterproductive to make Lithuania come too soon.
Lithuania’s breathing slowed slightly as he felt Poland’s fingers leave him, but it picked up again almost immediately as he felt Poland’s erection nudge at his entrance. His hands curled into fists, biceps tightening, and he whimpered.
“O-okay . . . I’m ready.”
Poland nodded, and pushed inside. Lithuania grunted, lifting his hips; it wasn’t completely comfortable, but at the same time, it wasn’t completely uncomfortable. And as he lay there, panting, it slowly became less and less uncomfortable, until Lithuania signaled that Poland could move with a short jerk of his head.
Poland obliged, slowly pushing in all the way, until he was buried to the hilt, and then, just as carefully, pulling out. Lithuania whimpered.
“P-Poland . . . you can move faster . . . please.”
Poland grinned; what a wonderful request. He began to thrust faster, pounding in and out with increasing strength and speed as Lithuania’s warmth contracted around him. Lithuania cried out, pressing up against Poland and trying to force him in deeper, harder. His legs came up around Poland’s waist, dragging him closer with each thrust, and he let his head fall back and the sensations began to build in his lower abdomen once more.
Faster, Poland thrust into Lithuania, harder. Their breath intermingled in heavy panting - Lithuania gasped each time Poland slammed into him, but Poland was more vocal, shamelessly letting moans and cries fall, almost perpetually, from his lips.
“Oh, god, Liet! Fuck, yes!”
The tension was growing, tightening within them as Poland’s lips found Lithuania’s and they kissed - desperately, albeit sloppily, with saliva dripping from their tongues and lips.
“Nnng, Poland-!” Lithuania hissed, feeling his legs begin to tremble as he tightened them around Poland’s waist. “I-I’m close -!”
And Poland nodded in agreement, feeling the same tension building in the pit of his stomach. He slammed in harder, almost erratically.
With a loud, resounding cry of “OhmygodPoland!”, Lithuania came, his body convulsing as he released his seed all over his stomach and Poland’s. And as Poland felt Lithuania spasm around him, it was enough to send him over the edge into a temporary heaven of thoughtless white.
“Liet!”
Poland collapsed against Lithuania, somewhere in the back of his mind noting the feel of coming inside Lithuania, of filling him with his seed.
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