Breath mingles, ragged pants mixing between the two Nations as they rock together as one. Taiwan’s fingers are curled firmly in Italy’s hair, her fingers rubbing and tugging at the distinct curl each time they pull away and push back together. Italy’s hands are splayed over her hips and her breast, massaging and squeezing, and she gives a sound whenever his fingers close too hard over her sensitive breast; she doesn’t mind the inevitable bruises that would be left on her hips, though.
Mewls and moans escape from them, and Italy can’t tell who made what noise, but he doesn’t care, because he has his Mei pressed against him. Her quipao is gone, along with her undershirt and bra, though he’d insisted her panties stay on, and he is naked except for the boxers still clinging to his bony hips. It was his idea, just an experiment, and Taiwan had gone along with it, humoring him because he always smiled and peppered kisses over her face when he got his way; she’d seen him do it to Germany, too, though the other man had not been quite as pleased with the attention as Taiwan was. He was a private sort of Nation.
“Mei,” he whispers in her ear, the sound sending shudders down her spine, the knobs of which Italy’s fingers were currently tracing, having moved from her hip to her back.
She gives a quiet moan in answer, and rocks harder against the knee he’d wedged between her legs. This had been his idea; grinding against each other, rutting against legs and thighs, getting off without hands or mouths or cocks. Taiwan doesn’t mind, because the sensations of that knee pressing against her clit are too wonderful for words.
Groaning, she presses harder down against him, rocking her hips faster as Italy grinds against her thigh, and it felt like he was teasing her at the same time, leaving his arousal so close and yet refusing to thrust it inside her.
“Italy,” she mewls, arching her back, her breast pushing against his insistent hand, and when his fingers pinch her nipple, rolling it so perfectly, one last shove against her clit sends her into that dizzying orgasm, a delighted wail escaping her.
Italy’s breathing grew faster, and she felt it hot against her neck as he rolled his hips with more urgency, and she heard him mumbling.
“Mei, so good, so good, almost, almost, close, Taiwan, Mei, Mei!” His climax washes over him with a final cry of her name, and then he slumps against her, still holding her to his chest.
When his breathing is slower, steadier, he nuzzles at her jaw with a giggle. “That was fun!” he decided brightly, pulling back to press a sweet kiss to her nose. “Germany does that with me sometimes, and he likes it, so I thought you’d like it, too,” he informs her with a wide smile. “You did, right? It was really good, right?”
Taiwan giggles as she combs her fingers through his hair, and kisses his lips once more. “Really good,” she promises him. “We’ll do it again sometime, okay?”
Italy nods, grinning as he curls up around her, holding her tightly and sweetly to him, to relish her warmth as he drifted off for a nap.
Fin
A/N: I saw the request, and simply couldn't resist. Only spent about twenty minutes on this, but oh well. Hope it's enjoyed!
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anonymous
August 10 2010, 04:46:18 UTC
I have absolutely no idea HOW they manage to be so cute and fluffy and just...awwww, but for some reason, they just kind of click. It makes them fun to write.
And I'm glad you liked it so much!
(No one saw that deanon. <.<; Damn my carelessness.)
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=29327118#t29327118
Breath mingles, ragged pants mixing between the two Nations as they rock together as one. Taiwan’s fingers are curled firmly in Italy’s hair, her fingers rubbing and tugging at the distinct curl each time they pull away and push back together. Italy’s hands are splayed over her hips and her breast, massaging and squeezing, and she gives a sound whenever his fingers close too hard over her sensitive breast; she doesn’t mind the inevitable bruises that would be left on her hips, though.
Mewls and moans escape from them, and Italy can’t tell who made what noise, but he doesn’t care, because he has his Mei pressed against him. Her quipao is gone, along with her undershirt and bra, though he’d insisted her panties stay on, and he is naked except for the boxers still clinging to his bony hips. It was his idea, just an experiment, and Taiwan had gone along with it, humoring him because he always smiled and peppered kisses over her face when he got his way; she’d seen him do it to Germany, too, though the other man had not been quite as pleased with the attention as Taiwan was. He was a private sort of Nation.
“Mei,” he whispers in her ear, the sound sending shudders down her spine, the knobs of which Italy’s fingers were currently tracing, having moved from her hip to her back.
She gives a quiet moan in answer, and rocks harder against the knee he’d wedged between her legs. This had been his idea; grinding against each other, rutting against legs and thighs, getting off without hands or mouths or cocks. Taiwan doesn’t mind, because the sensations of that knee pressing against her clit are too wonderful for words.
Groaning, she presses harder down against him, rocking her hips faster as Italy grinds against her thigh, and it felt like he was teasing her at the same time, leaving his arousal so close and yet refusing to thrust it inside her.
“Italy,” she mewls, arching her back, her breast pushing against his insistent hand, and when his fingers pinch her nipple, rolling it so perfectly, one last shove against her clit sends her into that dizzying orgasm, a delighted wail escaping her.
Italy’s breathing grew faster, and she felt it hot against her neck as he rolled his hips with more urgency, and she heard him mumbling.
“Mei, so good, so good, almost, almost, close, Taiwan, Mei, Mei!” His climax washes over him with a final cry of her name, and then he slumps against her, still holding her to his chest.
When his breathing is slower, steadier, he nuzzles at her jaw with a giggle. “That was fun!” he decided brightly, pulling back to press a sweet kiss to her nose. “Germany does that with me sometimes, and he likes it, so I thought you’d like it, too,” he informs her with a wide smile. “You did, right? It was really good, right?”
Taiwan giggles as she combs her fingers through his hair, and kisses his lips once more. “Really good,” she promises him. “We’ll do it again sometime, okay?”
Italy nods, grinning as he curls up around her, holding her tightly and sweetly to him, to relish her warmth as he drifted off for a nap.
Fin
A/N: I saw the request, and simply couldn't resist. Only spent about twenty minutes on this, but oh well. Hope it's enjoyed!
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and I love this kink and I never saw it in a het version and well, I just love this lots and lots
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And I'm glad you liked it so much!
(No one saw that deanon. <.<; Damn my carelessness.)
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I love you for writing it <3
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either way, i really liked it :D itatai sounds just too cute for words...
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And thank you~!
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