Re: [Part 9] LietPol - Tease (11/11)
anonymous
June 30 2010, 18:48:21 UTC
For a long moment, they both lay there, breathing heavily and glowing in the aftermath of their orgasms. Neither of them said anything, and Poland’s arms came around Lithuania’s torso to hold him tightly as he rested his head against his chest and sighed. He breathed in the scent of Lithuania - now mingled with the smell of sweat and sex - and let a sense of utter peace fill him, his eyes drifting shut.
But just as sleep was beginning to blanket his mind, Poland felt Lithuania shift, and a knee prodded him in the side.
“Erm . . . Poland . . . ,” Lithuania said sheepishly. “You can sleep and all . . . but first do you mind taking off these chains?”
Poland blinked and let out a sleepy whine, but he obediently unshackled Lithuania and tossed the chains aside.
“Thanks,” Lithuania said, once his hands were free. He began to rub his wrists, wincing as his fingers brushed against the red marks from where he had strained against the restraints. But he smiled, and when Poland pressed up against his chest, he instinctively draped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer.
“You know, Poland,” Lithuania murmured, now rubbing soft circles on Poland’s back. “This was . . . nice. You were right; I liked it.”
And through the haze of grogginess, Poland somehow found the energy to giggle. “Like, of course I was, Liet. And next time, you’ll chain me?”
“Sure.”
“Good. Now shut up. I’m too tired to talk.”
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Author's Note: So, I started writing this fic a loooong time ago, but then the request was filled, so I kind of abandoned it. >.> But my Poland prodded me into finishing it, so . . . I hope you guys enjoyed it?
But just as sleep was beginning to blanket his mind, Poland felt Lithuania shift, and a knee prodded him in the side.
“Erm . . . Poland . . . ,” Lithuania said sheepishly. “You can sleep and all . . . but first do you mind taking off these chains?”
Poland blinked and let out a sleepy whine, but he obediently unshackled Lithuania and tossed the chains aside.
“Thanks,” Lithuania said, once his hands were free. He began to rub his wrists, wincing as his fingers brushed against the red marks from where he had strained against the restraints. But he smiled, and when Poland pressed up against his chest, he instinctively draped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer.
“You know, Poland,” Lithuania murmured, now rubbing soft circles on Poland’s back. “This was . . . nice. You were right; I liked it.”
And through the haze of grogginess, Poland somehow found the energy to giggle. “Like, of course I was, Liet. And next time, you’ll chain me?”
“Sure.”
“Good. Now shut up. I’m too tired to talk.”
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Author's Note: So, I started writing this fic a loooong time ago, but then the request was filled, so I kind of abandoned it. >.> But my Poland prodded me into finishing it, so . . . I hope you guys enjoyed it?
Concrit appreciated!
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and i liked a whole lot ;u;
and just-- oh Poland.
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Please write more Lietpol/Polliet - I need more of this in my life <3
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