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anonymous
September 25 2010, 04:38:04 UTC
Right then the ropes from his other leg fall free and hit the floor with a light thud. Russia scoots in front of him and smiles, grabbing his knees. “You were saying what, Daniya?” Then he runs his hands up Denmark’s thighs in one swift, rough motion, and begins work on the button of Denmark’s pants. He laughs at Denmark’s thrust.
“Ya can’t just grab my dick or somethin’ while you’re down there, can ya?” Denmark grouses, eyes on Russia’s careful hands. He hears Sweden stifle a laugh behind him. “And you, Sverige, you’re a cruel bastard.” No response except a light thwack to the back of Denmark’s head. “Dick,” Denmark mutters.
Russia just continues his feather-light, careful opening of Denmark’s trousers, smile and eyes darkening once Denmark’s boxer-clad erection springs free. Russia runs his hands between boxers and pants, along the hemlines, circling them around and provoking a - sob, almost - from Denmark. Then he pulls Denmark’s pants down - Denmark lifts up as much as he can, rushed and awkward, wanting to shed layers as soon as possible - drags his nails down Denmark’s covered ass as he goes - that gets a cursed growl. Russia hums at that and continues dragging his nails down with the fabric. Over large, heavily muscled thighs. Drags his thumbs through the darker, coarser hair along the inside, fingers along the clenched muscle on the outside, leaving bright red streaks. He bites the inside of Denmark’s knee when it is exposed, relishing in the choke that escapes. Denmark leans forward a little - ah, Shvetsiya must be almost done - helps him shake off the bunched material. He has nice calves, Russia notes. Large, with coiled muscle. Every movement can be seen under the skin, despite the hair covering them. They’re more built than either Russia’s or Sweden’s.
“’kay,” Sweden calls, standing over Denmark behind the chair, hands on Denmark’s shoulders keeping him pinned down.
“Hey, Sverige, whaddaya think about Rusland’s plan?” Denmark asks, still a little breathless, still a little flushed, drool still all over one side of his face.
Sweden looks down at him - eyes dark, arrogant grin, sweaty, straining erection leaving a dark spot on his boxers - oh he just wants to take him, right now - then at Russia, and shrugs. “Haven’ heard it.”
“Okay, Rusland, what’s the plan?”
Russia’s eyes light up before he abruptly hauls Denmark up by his armpits and tosses him face-first onto the bed - Denmark makes a loud “oof!” - then follows him down and pins him to the bed with his larger size. “Shvetsiya, it would be good for you to come to the bed,” Russia huffs, half-arousal and half-laughter. “My plan,” he smiles, grinding against Denmark and doing it again upon Denmark’s dramatic hitch of breath, “is to fuck you into the bed while Shvetsiya watches.”
Denmark’s breathing noticeably picks up. They both look at Sweden, who’s cross-legged near the headboard. Sweden raises an eyebrow, and Russia continues. “Shvetsiya can have you afterwards,” he purrs, and Denmark snarls into the sheets and tries to twist down against the bed. Russia grabs his hip and stops him. “You will get all of the attention you need.”
“Sounds great, except I’m kind of not right now, asshole,” Denmark bites out between breaths.
“Shvetsiya?”
Sweden tosses the lube their way. “’s a good plan.”
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Ahahaha my Denmark is an attention whore fo sho. ILU Danmark ;D
Up next: More sex. More voyeurism/exhibitionism. More Denmark-frustration. Waaaay more dirty talk (puh-lease - Russia and Denmark? Russia is way too amused with Denmark’s reactions to noise/dirty talk, is way too blunt as-is, and isn’t the type to be embarrassed over anything - and Denmark - well, he just never shuts up lawl).
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anonymous
September 25 2010, 07:43:04 UTC
WELL COME BACK SOON BECAUSE IT GETS BETTER.
If you're into filthy filthy dirty talk, Russia totally dom-ing Denmark, desperation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, and maybe a little bloodkink, that is. And fuck, then we've got Sweden. That's some rough sex, there.
“Ya can’t just grab my dick or somethin’ while you’re down there, can ya?” Denmark grouses, eyes on Russia’s careful hands. He hears Sweden stifle a laugh behind him. “And you, Sverige, you’re a cruel bastard.” No response except a light thwack to the back of Denmark’s head. “Dick,” Denmark mutters.
Russia just continues his feather-light, careful opening of Denmark’s trousers, smile and eyes darkening once Denmark’s boxer-clad erection springs free. Russia runs his hands between boxers and pants, along the hemlines, circling them around and provoking a - sob, almost - from Denmark. Then he pulls Denmark’s pants down - Denmark lifts up as much as he can, rushed and awkward, wanting to shed layers as soon as possible - drags his nails down Denmark’s covered ass as he goes - that gets a cursed growl. Russia hums at that and continues dragging his nails down with the fabric. Over large, heavily muscled thighs. Drags his thumbs through the darker, coarser hair along the inside, fingers along the clenched muscle on the outside, leaving bright red streaks. He bites the inside of Denmark’s knee when it is exposed, relishing in the choke that escapes. Denmark leans forward a little - ah, Shvetsiya must be almost done - helps him shake off the bunched material. He has nice calves, Russia notes. Large, with coiled muscle. Every movement can be seen under the skin, despite the hair covering them. They’re more built than either Russia’s or Sweden’s.
“’kay,” Sweden calls, standing over Denmark behind the chair, hands on Denmark’s shoulders keeping him pinned down.
“Hey, Sverige, whaddaya think about Rusland’s plan?” Denmark asks, still a little breathless, still a little flushed, drool still all over one side of his face.
Sweden looks down at him - eyes dark, arrogant grin, sweaty, straining erection leaving a dark spot on his boxers - oh he just wants to take him, right now - then at Russia, and shrugs. “Haven’ heard it.”
“Okay, Rusland, what’s the plan?”
Russia’s eyes light up before he abruptly hauls Denmark up by his armpits and tosses him face-first onto the bed - Denmark makes a loud “oof!” - then follows him down and pins him to the bed with his larger size. “Shvetsiya, it would be good for you to come to the bed,” Russia huffs, half-arousal and half-laughter. “My plan,” he smiles, grinding against Denmark and doing it again upon Denmark’s dramatic hitch of breath, “is to fuck you into the bed while Shvetsiya watches.”
Denmark’s breathing noticeably picks up. They both look at Sweden, who’s cross-legged near the headboard. Sweden raises an eyebrow, and Russia continues. “Shvetsiya can have you afterwards,” he purrs, and Denmark snarls into the sheets and tries to twist down against the bed. Russia grabs his hip and stops him. “You will get all of the attention you need.”
“Sounds great, except I’m kind of not right now, asshole,” Denmark bites out between breaths.
“Shvetsiya?”
Sweden tosses the lube their way. “’s a good plan.”
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Ahahaha my Denmark is an attention whore fo sho. ILU Danmark ;D
Up next: More sex. More voyeurism/exhibitionism. More Denmark-frustration. Waaaay more dirty talk (puh-lease - Russia and Denmark? Russia is way too amused with Denmark’s reactions to noise/dirty talk, is way too blunt as-is, and isn’t the type to be embarrassed over anything - and Denmark - well, he just never shuts up lawl).
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/faps all night long
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If you're into filthy filthy dirty talk, Russia totally dom-ing Denmark, desperation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, and maybe a little bloodkink, that is. And fuck, then we've got Sweden. That's some rough sex, there.
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