Virginity [4a/??]
anonymous
October 5 2010, 05:34:25 UTC
“A terribly clumsy and amateurish attempt,” Austria frowned at France in the safety of their rented hotel conference room.
France sighed. “With Germany, one needs to be direct,” he began, but England cut to the chase.
“You completely failed.”
France almost glowered, but that would’ve ruined his beautiful visage. Not to mention that frown lines only looked good on certain types, and France certainly wasn’t one of those people. “As if you could do any better?” He challenged.
“Judging from your abysmal performance, I think so!” England shot back.
“Very well!” Austria interrupted sharply. “England, you’re up for tomorrow.”
“I call the day after that,” America interjected. “I am the host nation, after all.”
Austria gave an exaggerated sigh. “Yes, America, we do not contest that fact.” Inwardly, however, Austria was quite displeased. At this rate, the nation he had bet on would never get the chance to go.
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“Somebody’s getting some upstairs,” Netherlands remarked as the ceiling shook slightly, waggling his eyebrows.
Austria shook his head. “How distasteful,” he commented.
In the room above the conference room…
“A-ah…” Germany let out a moan through the cloth of the tie, his eyes fluttering closed as Russia probed him with lubed fingers.
Germany’s back arched upwards from the mattress, his legs bent at the knees. His toes were tightly curled and he gripped onto a pillow like a drowning man would to a piece of driftwood. “Mmph…!”
“Yes?” Russia lifted his head; he previously was busy peppering nips and gentle bites across Germany’s abs but stopped in favor of listening to Germany try to articulate his request.
A muffled “faster!” came from Germany’s mouth.
Just for that, Russia stopped moving altogether. “And if I don’t?” He asked innocently.
Germany cracked one eye open and growled. Russia smiled amusedly as he finally complied, fingering Germany more urgently and quicker.
“Nghhh-“ Germany was cut off as he groaned in appreciation of Russia beginning to scissor his two fingers inside of him.
Russia was tempted to stop again, just to see that frustrated expression on Germany’s face again, but decided against it. Instead, he watched the man beneath him with a veiled curiosity, poking and prodding different spots to see Germany’s varied reactions.
“Mff,” Germany huffed, face flushed.
“So impatient!” Russia laughed, leaning forward. The fringe on his scarf tickled Germany’s nose and Russia laughed again as Germany sneezed from the tickling contact.
Russia pushed himself up to a kneeling position and threw off his coat, an article of clothing that was quickly followed by uncomfortably tight loafers (Russia had always preferred boots, but that was logistically impossible ever since the tighter security restrictions America had put in-it was annoying to have to take them off every single time he entered the building). Russia shifted again, getting off the bed to shed his pants, and boxers.
One quirk Germany had always found oddly endearing was that Russia left his scarf on. Always.
Russia clambered back onto the bed and fumbled around in the sheets for a few seconds, looking for the small bottle of lube. Germany moaned, unable to wait, and sat up to throw his arms around Russia and kiss him sloppily. Russia responded absent-mindedly by gently pressing his lips against Germany’s, hands still wandering around for that damned container, and upon discovery, Russia unscrewed it hastily; one of Germany’s hands had found its way farther south and had begun to stroke Russia’s cock gently.
“How like a slut,” Russia remarked cheerfully, his face only twisting slightly from the sensation, pulling his face away from Germany’s.
Germany mumbled something unintelligible and buried his face into Russia’s scarf as his fingers worked harder on Russia to entice him to do something.
Russia frowned. “You’ll get your drool over my scarf,” he reprimanded, and yanked the tie out of Germany’s mouth. “That’s better.”
“Hurry-up,” Germany panted out, his own erection straining for attention.
“Remove your hand,” Russia directed, and smiled darkly pleasantly as Germany obeyed, his entire body shaking.
Virginity [4b/??]
anonymous
October 5 2010, 05:42:54 UTC
Russia squeezed a small amount of the lube onto his left palm, and he wrapped his hand around his penis, giving it a good coating before carelessly tossing the tube elsewhere in the room and patting Germany on the head with his right. “You’ve been so good,” he praised as one might to a favorite pet.
That was when he pushed Germany back without warning and threw Germany’s legs over his shoulders. He paused briefly at Germany’s entrance, only the tip of his cock in, before pushing in with one strong, fluid motion.
The effect was instantaneous. Germany keened and threw his head back, thrashing as Russia moved steadily in him, thrusting in and out. “Yes…” Germany groaned.
“Such a change from the beginning!” Russia laughed, but his breath fell short as Germany clenched around him in an attempt to get him to shut up. “Ah, ah, I told you so…”
Germany picked up his head to try and look at Russia, but fell once more as Russia jerked particularly sharply. “Faster…” Germany slurred out.
If Germany had succeeded at taking a peek at Russia’s face, he would’ve seen that the previous countenance of smugness had melted away completely. In its place was something almost akin to fondness, and Russia kissed the inside of Germany’s knee with an out-of-place tenderness. “Alright,” he murmured, and things took off from there.
Russia now began to pound furiously, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. Whatever composure Russia had maintained was gone, the only look on his face concentration and a sort of joy at looking at Germany’s blushing, completely-gone face.
Germany, for his part, was so lost in pleasure it didn’t quite matter to him just how ridiculous he might’ve looked. A small line of drool leaked from his open mouth, exiting with puffs of breath. “Hahh…!” Germany moved his hands down to relieve his aching cock but Russia batted his hands away.
“I’ll do it,” Russia murmured, leaving his palm flattened as he glided his hand over Germany’s member. The numerous calluses on Russia’s hands served to heighten the jolts of sensations Russia’s actions sent rushing through Germany’s body, causing tremors and writhing.
“Yes…” Germany groaned.
Russia didn’t say anything in response; he only thrust in deeper, the tip of his member brushing against that spot.
“Fuck…! Russia!” Germany snapped in wild impatience.
Russia sped up, bucking his hips as fast as he could, reveling in the tight heat surrounding his cock and the moans emitted from the two of them. “L-like this?” Russia taunted, stuttering slightly due to his lack of breath.
Germany made a strangled noise in return-his ability of speech had almost completely failed him. Ooh, Russia was hitting right there…the place that made him lose whatever vestiges of self-control he had left (which wasn’t saying much).
Drops of sweat and cum began to splatter over the sheets, something white-hot coiling in Germany’s abdomen until it released itself in a flash of searing heat and unimaginable pleasure. Germany screamed something unintelligible, feeling Russia continue to move steadily for-half a minute? a minute?-before Russia released also.
Russia collapsed on top of Germany, making a grunt emit from Germany. The two laid like that for two minutes, their body heat melding and their fluids meshing together on their stomachs and on the bed.
Germany’s breath quietly steadied. Russia, noticing this, gave a dark smile. “Again?” He queried, his voice almost like a purr.
Germany needed no further prompting. Pushing Russia over onto his backside, Germany straddled Russia and bent down to give him a kiss on the base of his neck.
“Germany, you look tired.”
Germany snapped his head to give Italy a strange look. He hoped Italy hadn’t noticed the pained way he sat down. “I’m fine.”
“You have bags under your eyes.” Yes, well, that was partially Russia’s fault. “And-is that-“
Virginity [4c/??]
anonymous
October 5 2010, 05:44:53 UTC
“I got a bee sting,” Germany cut in quickly, adjusting the collar of his shirt to cover the red hickey Russia had left sometime last night.
If Italy had been the type, he would’ve given Germany a doubtful look, but being the trusting nation he was…”Ah, I see! America’s bees really are scary, huh~”
From across the table, watching the two interact, England steeled his resolve. He was about to cast his net. It was just really quite unfortunate that he completely missed the resentful look Russia sent him. Russia, as most nations knew, didn’t take kindly to people stealing his possessions.
England stood up, giving the clock perched on the wall precariously a quick glance so as to reassure himself the meeting wouldn’t start before he had finished giving Germany his invitation. He circumvented the table slowly, pausing in front of Italy and Germany’s spirited discussion about something-or-other. England cleared his throat politely, giving a forced, odd smile when the two stopped and turned their attention to him.
“Hello. Er,” and at this England coughed again, prompting Germany to think that perhaps the poor nation’s cold had gotten worse, “Germany. I was wondering if you wanted to, er, go to a bar tonight? Relieve some stress?”
Germany eyed him. “I don’t have an objection, however…I do not think drinking is good cold relief.”
“Don’t worry!” England laughed stiltingly. It sounded almost painfully fake. “I’m fine. See you tonight, then,” and with a hop-skip-jump made his way back to his seat.
England morosely sunk into his seat, his mood not improved at all by France’s whispered jeers.
Re: Virginity [4c/??]
anonymous
October 5 2010, 18:27:58 UTC
Oh lol. I really do not know who I feel more sorry for here: Germany (who's clueless to all the nations' true intentions) or England (who should hide in his house for the next century else Russia might get to him).
Major lol at America for calling his turn and Italy's comment about bees. Pfff, yeah Italy, our bees really are quite hot scary especially when they're being possessive ...
Also, I got to wonder who exactly Austria is betting. Are we going to be getting any hints? XD
Can't wait to see how England's attempt go. Although I have to admit I'm more excited for America's attempt just because I'm bias for my nation like that. :]
P.S: The sex was really hot, especially when Germany flipped Russia. o///o Got to admire their stanmina.
Re: Virginity [4c/??]
anonymous
October 7 2010, 06:03:49 UTC
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ZOMG! This is gold, pure gold! I can't wait to see the rest of the to-be-casualties' scheme. And am hoping against all hope that Germany will get uber-awesome sex after EVERY SUCH FAILED ATTEMPT...
Re: Virginity [4c/??]
anonymous
October 7 2010, 08:11:12 UTC
Sexy sexings after each failed attempt would be awesome beyond words.
Like Russia watching them try to seduce *his* Germany and then interrupting and dragging him back to the hotel to have hot, possessive, 'you're mine' sex and Germany is all "What is going on? Why is everyone being so friendly all of a sudden? Russia why are you scowling like that?" which eventually just becomes "Russi~ahhhh!" His obliviousness is so adorable, and Russia knows it.
It would be hilarious if someone tries to woo him with, like, a nice gift and Germany is all "This is very nice but where did you get the money for it, you are in debt and keep asking for loans..." and launching into a big lecture about economics and fiscal responsibility and not overspending and thereby increasing budget deficits. I see this happening to Spain, vividly, what with all of his talk of loans, or maybe America.
Fantastic fill so far, keep up the great work! and the sexy RussiaGermany!
France sighed. “With Germany, one needs to be direct,” he began, but England cut to the chase.
“You completely failed.”
France almost glowered, but that would’ve ruined his beautiful visage. Not to mention that frown lines only looked good on certain types, and France certainly wasn’t one of those people. “As if you could do any better?” He challenged.
“Judging from your abysmal performance, I think so!” England shot back.
“Very well!” Austria interrupted sharply. “England, you’re up for tomorrow.”
“I call the day after that,” America interjected. “I am the host nation, after all.”
Austria gave an exaggerated sigh. “Yes, America, we do not contest that fact.” Inwardly, however, Austria was quite displeased. At this rate, the nation he had bet on would never get the chance to go.
Thump
“Somebody’s getting some upstairs,” Netherlands remarked as the ceiling shook slightly, waggling his eyebrows.
Austria shook his head. “How distasteful,” he commented.
In the room above the conference room…
“A-ah…” Germany let out a moan through the cloth of the tie, his eyes fluttering closed as Russia probed him with lubed fingers.
Germany’s back arched upwards from the mattress, his legs bent at the knees. His toes were tightly curled and he gripped onto a pillow like a drowning man would to a piece of driftwood. “Mmph…!”
“Yes?” Russia lifted his head; he previously was busy peppering nips and gentle bites across Germany’s abs but stopped in favor of listening to Germany try to articulate his request.
A muffled “faster!” came from Germany’s mouth.
Just for that, Russia stopped moving altogether. “And if I don’t?” He asked innocently.
Germany cracked one eye open and growled. Russia smiled amusedly as he finally complied, fingering Germany more urgently and quicker.
“Nghhh-“ Germany was cut off as he groaned in appreciation of Russia beginning to scissor his two fingers inside of him.
Russia was tempted to stop again, just to see that frustrated expression on Germany’s face again, but decided against it. Instead, he watched the man beneath him with a veiled curiosity, poking and prodding different spots to see Germany’s varied reactions.
“Mff,” Germany huffed, face flushed.
“So impatient!” Russia laughed, leaning forward. The fringe on his scarf tickled Germany’s nose and Russia laughed again as Germany sneezed from the tickling contact.
Russia pushed himself up to a kneeling position and threw off his coat, an article of clothing that was quickly followed by uncomfortably tight loafers (Russia had always preferred boots, but that was logistically impossible ever since the tighter security restrictions America had put in-it was annoying to have to take them off every single time he entered the building). Russia shifted again, getting off the bed to shed his pants, and boxers.
One quirk Germany had always found oddly endearing was that Russia left his scarf on. Always.
Russia clambered back onto the bed and fumbled around in the sheets for a few seconds, looking for the small bottle of lube. Germany moaned, unable to wait, and sat up to throw his arms around Russia and kiss him sloppily. Russia responded absent-mindedly by gently pressing his lips against Germany’s, hands still wandering around for that damned container, and upon discovery, Russia unscrewed it hastily; one of Germany’s hands had found its way farther south and had begun to stroke Russia’s cock gently.
“How like a slut,” Russia remarked cheerfully, his face only twisting slightly from the sensation, pulling his face away from Germany’s.
Germany mumbled something unintelligible and buried his face into Russia’s scarf as his fingers worked harder on Russia to entice him to do something.
Russia frowned. “You’ll get your drool over my scarf,” he reprimanded, and yanked the tie out of Germany’s mouth. “That’s better.”
“Hurry-up,” Germany panted out, his own erection straining for attention.
“Remove your hand,” Russia directed, and smiled darkly pleasantly as Germany obeyed, his entire body shaking.
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That was when he pushed Germany back without warning and threw Germany’s legs over his shoulders. He paused briefly at Germany’s entrance, only the tip of his cock in, before pushing in with one strong, fluid motion.
The effect was instantaneous. Germany keened and threw his head back, thrashing as Russia moved steadily in him, thrusting in and out. “Yes…” Germany groaned.
“Such a change from the beginning!” Russia laughed, but his breath fell short as Germany clenched around him in an attempt to get him to shut up. “Ah, ah, I told you so…”
Germany picked up his head to try and look at Russia, but fell once more as Russia jerked particularly sharply. “Faster…” Germany slurred out.
If Germany had succeeded at taking a peek at Russia’s face, he would’ve seen that the previous countenance of smugness had melted away completely. In its place was something almost akin to fondness, and Russia kissed the inside of Germany’s knee with an out-of-place tenderness. “Alright,” he murmured, and things took off from there.
Russia now began to pound furiously, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room. Whatever composure Russia had maintained was gone, the only look on his face concentration and a sort of joy at looking at Germany’s blushing, completely-gone face.
Germany, for his part, was so lost in pleasure it didn’t quite matter to him just how ridiculous he might’ve looked. A small line of drool leaked from his open mouth, exiting with puffs of breath. “Hahh…!” Germany moved his hands down to relieve his aching cock but Russia batted his hands away.
“I’ll do it,” Russia murmured, leaving his palm flattened as he glided his hand over Germany’s member. The numerous calluses on Russia’s hands served to heighten the jolts of sensations Russia’s actions sent rushing through Germany’s body, causing tremors and writhing.
“Yes…” Germany groaned.
Russia didn’t say anything in response; he only thrust in deeper, the tip of his member brushing against that spot.
“Fuck…! Russia!” Germany snapped in wild impatience.
Russia sped up, bucking his hips as fast as he could, reveling in the tight heat surrounding his cock and the moans emitted from the two of them. “L-like this?” Russia taunted, stuttering slightly due to his lack of breath.
Germany made a strangled noise in return-his ability of speech had almost completely failed him. Ooh, Russia was hitting right there…the place that made him lose whatever vestiges of self-control he had left (which wasn’t saying much).
Drops of sweat and cum began to splatter over the sheets, something white-hot coiling in Germany’s abdomen until it released itself in a flash of searing heat and unimaginable pleasure. Germany screamed something unintelligible, feeling Russia continue to move steadily for-half a minute? a minute?-before Russia released also.
Russia collapsed on top of Germany, making a grunt emit from Germany. The two laid like that for two minutes, their body heat melding and their fluids meshing together on their stomachs and on the bed.
Germany’s breath quietly steadied. Russia, noticing this, gave a dark smile. “Again?” He queried, his voice almost like a purr.
Germany needed no further prompting. Pushing Russia over onto his backside, Germany straddled Russia and bent down to give him a kiss on the base of his neck.
“Germany, you look tired.”
Germany snapped his head to give Italy a strange look. He hoped Italy hadn’t noticed the pained way he sat down. “I’m fine.”
“You have bags under your eyes.” Yes, well, that was partially Russia’s fault. “And-is that-“
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If Italy had been the type, he would’ve given Germany a doubtful look, but being the trusting nation he was…”Ah, I see! America’s bees really are scary, huh~”
From across the table, watching the two interact, England steeled his resolve. He was about to cast his net. It was just really quite unfortunate that he completely missed the resentful look Russia sent him. Russia, as most nations knew, didn’t take kindly to people stealing his possessions.
England stood up, giving the clock perched on the wall precariously a quick glance so as to reassure himself the meeting wouldn’t start before he had finished giving Germany his invitation. He circumvented the table slowly, pausing in front of Italy and Germany’s spirited discussion about something-or-other. England cleared his throat politely, giving a forced, odd smile when the two stopped and turned their attention to him.
“Hello. Er,” and at this England coughed again, prompting Germany to think that perhaps the poor nation’s cold had gotten worse, “Germany. I was wondering if you wanted to, er, go to a bar tonight? Relieve some stress?”
Germany eyed him. “I don’t have an objection, however…I do not think drinking is good cold relief.”
“Don’t worry!” England laughed stiltingly. It sounded almost painfully fake. “I’m fine. See you tonight, then,” and with a hop-skip-jump made his way back to his seat.
England morosely sunk into his seat, his mood not improved at all by France’s whispered jeers.
He still hadn’t noticed Russia’s glower.
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Major lol at America for calling his turn and Italy's comment about bees. Pfff, yeah Italy, our bees really are quite hot scary especially when they're being possessive ...
Also, I got to wonder who exactly Austria is betting. Are we going to be getting any hints? XD
Can't wait to see how England's attempt go. Although I have to admit I'm more excited for America's attempt just because I'm bias for my nation like that. :]
P.S: The sex was really hot, especially when Germany flipped Russia. o///o
Got to admire their stanmina.
Thanks.
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Germany screamed something unintelligible, feeling Russia continue to move steadily for-half a minute? a minute?-before Russia released also.
...you win major points for making them cum at different times, which is actually the most common thing during sex. So yeah, you rule 8)
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ZOMG! This is gold, pure gold! I can't wait to see the rest of the to-be-casualties' scheme. And am hoping against all hope that Germany will get uber-awesome sex after EVERY SUCH FAILED ATTEMPT...
Such an awesome fill. Can't wait for more!
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Like Russia watching them try to seduce *his* Germany and then interrupting and dragging him back to the hotel to have hot, possessive, 'you're mine' sex and Germany is all "What is going on? Why is everyone being so friendly all of a sudden? Russia why are you scowling like that?" which eventually just becomes "Russi~ahhhh!" His obliviousness is so adorable, and Russia knows it.
It would be hilarious if someone tries to woo him with, like, a nice gift and Germany is all "This is very nice but where did you get the money for it, you are in debt and keep asking for loans..." and launching into a big lecture about economics and fiscal responsibility and not overspending and thereby increasing budget deficits. I see this happening to Spain, vividly, what with all of his talk of loans, or maybe America.
Fantastic fill so far, keep up the great work! and the sexy RussiaGermany!
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