Yep. Still Need a Title. [3/?]
anonymous
September 13 2010, 08:51:26 UTC
Or, you know, I could just update because these three won’t stop picking at my brain now that I’ve started. Thanks you guys. -_-
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They enter the bedroom and it seems that Denmark is struck speechless. Sweden bites down a laugh at his expression while Russia takes off his coat and drapes it over the end of the bed, looking at Denmark with a predatory gaze.
“Uh...Sverige...?” Denmark finally asks, normally confident voice very uncertain.
“Mm?”
“Why...” he pauses at Russia’s vicious smile and quickly looks back to Sweden, eyebrow raised and half-grin on his face. “Why’s this guy here?”
Sweden shrugs off his shirt and tosses it Denmark’s way, then sits on the bed like nothing in the world is out of the ordinary. “Said y’wanted a threesome,” he stoically states - but apparently the amusement in his eyes gives him away, because Denmark scowls.
“Er, yeah, I did,” Denmark retorts, an edge of anger in his voice. “But I was thinking more like-”
“You were thinking what?” Russia interrupts while taking off his shoes with a glare that shuts Denmark up.
Denmark stays quiet for only a second before he begins spluttering again. Russia looks to Sweden and lightly quips “I am afraid that you did not do this correctly.” With that, he crosses the room in three graceful strides, picks up Sweden’s discarded shirt, and stuffs it into Denmark’s mouth, tying the sleeves around Denmark’s head and securing it there. He steps back with a smirk and then says “This is much better, yes?”
He turns to Sweden and Sweden frowns, then looks at Denmark to see if he should stop this right here, point proven. Denmark looks miffed that he’s been gagged, but the slight flush high on his cheekbones tells Sweden that he’s not completely opposed to this. Not yet.
Well, time to convince him. Sweden looks up at Russia and raises his eyebrows, wondering if he’s just going to stand there leering at Denmark or not.
Russia laughs a little at Sweden’s expression, then settles himself onto the bed, on his knees, sideways, taller than Sweden in this position. Sweden turns a little, face up, and Russia leans down and starts kissing him again, running his large hands down Sweden’s naked torso. They are surprisingly warm - the rough calluses on them make Sweden’s skin sing, and he lets out a low, rumbling moan, for both Russia’s benefit and for Denmark’s.
Sweden deepens the kiss, turning in to Russia a bit more, making sure Denmark can see their profiles; can see tongues slip past lips and begin a slow, luxurious, burning dance. He brings his hands up to Russia’s shirt, and begins unbuttoning it, movements lazy, languid. He moves his head down, skips Russia’s neck, and begins mouthing Russia’s exposed skin near the collarbone. Russia pulls a hand to his hair, the other running up and down his arm, across his shoulders. More buttons undone, and he tilts his head and watches Denmark from below his eyelashes as he goes, open-mouthed nips, kisses, swirls of tongue dancing down Russia’s chest as more and more of his torso is revealed.
Denmark shifts against the bindings, but doesn’t look away from what Sweden’s mouth is doing to Russia. He doesn’t try to catch Sweden’s eye. Just stares at Sweden’s mouth leaving shining trails of saliva down those pale muscles. Sweden runs his teeth across a rib and Russia gives a hum of appreciation; Denmark doesn’t look angry at all anymore, simply intrigued and a little flushed.
Yep. Still Need a Title. [4/?]
anonymous
September 13 2010, 08:52:42 UTC
Once the buttons are completely undone, Sweden draws himself up again and runs his hands over Russia’s shoulders, sliding the shirt off with the movement. It falls to the floor with a wisp of sound, hardly audible over their breaths, which have become noticeably heavier. Sweden can see Denmark looking at Russia’s profile - broad, built, a little fat around the hips but other than that thoroughly muscled - much more so than Sweden, who is long, lean, and toned, yes, but not overly built - Sweden runs his hands up Russia’s side, nails dragging a little and eliciting a husky gasp. Again, Sweden directs Denmark’s gaze to where he wants it to be.
Looking at their bodies. Watching as their hands and mouths coax harsher and harsher sounds out of one another.
Sweden glances at Denmark and sees his eyes darken, can hear his breathing pick up through his nose - he uses that to his advantage. He pulls Russia flush against him with a rough, abrupt movement. Russia’s leg slips off the bed at the unexpected move, but he doesn’t seem to mind when it brings his crotch to Sweden’s hip. He thrusts a tiny bit, half-erect against Sweden’s side, and lets out a small, low sound while wrapping his arms around Sweden.
They resume kissing, more heated, more forceful now, with soft, panting breaths. Their bodies turn into one another, arms wrap around each other, hands stop the tentative touches and strokes and begin gripping and rubbing in earnest. Sweden glances once more at Denmark - one last check - and finds that Denmark’s chest is lightly flushed and nearly heaving against its bindings. His eyes are intently watching the two, flickering everywhere, as if he’s not quite sure what to concentrate on.
Sweden, now confident that Denmark no longer has any protests, throws himself into putting on a good show.
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So, it starts out a little slow and sensual, but it’s gonna pick up reaaaal fast now that Denmark’s in the game. >:D
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They enter the bedroom and it seems that Denmark is struck speechless. Sweden bites down a laugh at his expression while Russia takes off his coat and drapes it over the end of the bed, looking at Denmark with a predatory gaze.
“Uh...Sverige...?” Denmark finally asks, normally confident voice very uncertain.
“Mm?”
“Why...” he pauses at Russia’s vicious smile and quickly looks back to Sweden, eyebrow raised and half-grin on his face. “Why’s this guy here?”
Sweden shrugs off his shirt and tosses it Denmark’s way, then sits on the bed like nothing in the world is out of the ordinary. “Said y’wanted a threesome,” he stoically states - but apparently the amusement in his eyes gives him away, because Denmark scowls.
“Er, yeah, I did,” Denmark retorts, an edge of anger in his voice. “But I was thinking more like-”
“You were thinking what?” Russia interrupts while taking off his shoes with a glare that shuts Denmark up.
Denmark stays quiet for only a second before he begins spluttering again. Russia looks to Sweden and lightly quips “I am afraid that you did not do this correctly.” With that, he crosses the room in three graceful strides, picks up Sweden’s discarded shirt, and stuffs it into Denmark’s mouth, tying the sleeves around Denmark’s head and securing it there. He steps back with a smirk and then says “This is much better, yes?”
He turns to Sweden and Sweden frowns, then looks at Denmark to see if he should stop this right here, point proven. Denmark looks miffed that he’s been gagged, but the slight flush high on his cheekbones tells Sweden that he’s not completely opposed to this. Not yet.
Well, time to convince him. Sweden looks up at Russia and raises his eyebrows, wondering if he’s just going to stand there leering at Denmark or not.
Russia laughs a little at Sweden’s expression, then settles himself onto the bed, on his knees, sideways, taller than Sweden in this position. Sweden turns a little, face up, and Russia leans down and starts kissing him again, running his large hands down Sweden’s naked torso. They are surprisingly warm - the rough calluses on them make Sweden’s skin sing, and he lets out a low, rumbling moan, for both Russia’s benefit and for Denmark’s.
Sweden deepens the kiss, turning in to Russia a bit more, making sure Denmark can see their profiles; can see tongues slip past lips and begin a slow, luxurious, burning dance. He brings his hands up to Russia’s shirt, and begins unbuttoning it, movements lazy, languid. He moves his head down, skips Russia’s neck, and begins mouthing Russia’s exposed skin near the collarbone. Russia pulls a hand to his hair, the other running up and down his arm, across his shoulders. More buttons undone, and he tilts his head and watches Denmark from below his eyelashes as he goes, open-mouthed nips, kisses, swirls of tongue dancing down Russia’s chest as more and more of his torso is revealed.
Denmark shifts against the bindings, but doesn’t look away from what Sweden’s mouth is doing to Russia. He doesn’t try to catch Sweden’s eye. Just stares at Sweden’s mouth leaving shining trails of saliva down those pale muscles. Sweden runs his teeth across a rib and Russia gives a hum of appreciation; Denmark doesn’t look angry at all anymore, simply intrigued and a little flushed.
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Looking at their bodies. Watching as their hands and mouths coax harsher and harsher sounds out of one another.
Sweden glances at Denmark and sees his eyes darken, can hear his breathing pick up through his nose - he uses that to his advantage. He pulls Russia flush against him with a rough, abrupt movement. Russia’s leg slips off the bed at the unexpected move, but he doesn’t seem to mind when it brings his crotch to Sweden’s hip. He thrusts a tiny bit, half-erect against Sweden’s side, and lets out a small, low sound while wrapping his arms around Sweden.
They resume kissing, more heated, more forceful now, with soft, panting breaths. Their bodies turn into one another, arms wrap around each other, hands stop the tentative touches and strokes and begin gripping and rubbing in earnest. Sweden glances once more at Denmark - one last check - and finds that Denmark’s chest is lightly flushed and nearly heaving against its bindings. His eyes are intently watching the two, flickering everywhere, as if he’s not quite sure what to concentrate on.
Sweden, now confident that Denmark no longer has any protests, throws himself into putting on a good show.
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So, it starts out a little slow and sensual, but it’s gonna pick up reaaaal fast now that Denmark’s in the game. >:D
And, no, he won’t stay bound and gagged forever.
Also: ;fhia;rihaagfjj WORDCOUNTS, UGH.
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I am loving this!!!
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*dies*
Also, way to communicate about sex, guys. Sweden, you're REALLY lucky Denmark's such a ho, or you'd be in really deep shit.
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Go on...
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