The Best Seat In The House 1b/1
anonymous
October 12 2010, 20:11:38 UTC
His overworked and overstressed and just generally annoyed side returned. To hell with poking Russia with a pen.
It took a lot more shifting around to achieve victory. Canada wasn't even entirely sure how he succeeded in drawing his own zipper down, but he did it! And with much relief, too, all that shifting around had made his pants quite constricting. Not that being trapped under Russia wasn't. Then all he had to do was wiggle around a bit more... just like that... there... yank that up... and voila! He had managed to pull Russia's stupid oversized coat up. Without Russia even noticing. Okay, next. Surely the oblivious nation would realize somebody was trying to coax his pants down. And at long last, a reaction! Russia looked around in confusion again, absently reaching back to pull them up. Canada smacked his hand away.
Canada wasn't by nature a mean soul. Okay, so here he was plotting his neighbor's... well... rape. But that didn't mean he wanted Russia to suffer. Fortunately, Russia was the sort to pilfer his hotel room for all available “freebies”, and Canada found several small bottles of lotion in his suitcase (along with hair products, shower caps, a bathrobe, packs of tea and coffee, and lots of mints). He popped open one of the bottles and slathered it over his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. Then he wormed his hand under Russia's big heavy ass and slipped a finger inside.
Russia's dozing head snapped up with a gasp, drawing Japan's brief attention. “Ah... n-nothing...”
Nothing. Right. Canada shoved the finger deeper a bit harder than necessary. He'd show him 'nothing'.
Russia squirmed slightly, looking around.
Canada added a second finger, stretching. Russia gripped the table. “What? What?” He strained his neck to look under the chair.
“I'm finger-fucking you,” Canada said. “Just let me know if you want me to stop, eh?”
But Russia just looked at his assembled nations with (Canada saw when he turned his head enough) the sillies look of utter bafflement ever.
“Okay. More it is.” Canada upped the ante to three fingers. After a bit more stretching, and a lot more confused squirming, he decided that was good enough. He slid his fingers out (and despite the utter confusion, Russia whined a bit at their loss. Ha) then spent a moment coating himself in some of the lotion. Now for the hard part. Fortunately, after that little round, Russia seemed strangely easier to maneuver around. Positioning himself wasn't as hard as he had anticipated! Just push his ass up a little more... there we go... good Russia...
Canada simultaneously shoved Russia back down and thrust upward. His eyes closed in bliss. That was nice.
The other assembled nations looked up at Russia's sudden yelp. They stared as he gripped the table hard, panting.
“Are you all right?” Germany asked.
“F-fine!” Russia gasped. “Um...” He looked under the chair again, under the table. “Th-thought I felt s-something strange... um...”
Thought? Something strange? Canada snapped his hips up in another sharp thrust, earning a choked cry from the larger nation.
“I-it's nothing,” Russia babbled. “Just the... just the heat? Don't mind me.”
The suspicious nations finally resumed their own activities, and Russia bit his knuckle with a whine. “What? Huh? Who?”
“Canada,” he said. Another thrust. He groaned. “Ah. You feel good. For once.”
Trembling, Russia babbled in his own language, sounding thoroughly confused.
Canada smiled in triumph (among other things) when he realized Russia was pressing back into his thrusts. The tone of his string of babble changed. From what smattering of Russian Canada knew, he caught a lot of 'yes' and 'more' and 'oh, there'. As well as some more 'what?' and 'how?'
The other nations grew inconspicuous in their firm ignoring of Russia. A couple were blushing.
Canada sped up, his movements growing erratic as he neared his peak. He could feel Russia doing the same. They pressed together in unison, both panting and incoherent.
Then Canada reached around to palm Russia's cock, and that was it for the bigger nation. Everyone turned to gape at his long, keening cry as he came all over Canada's hand, body spasming.
It took a lot more shifting around to achieve victory. Canada wasn't even entirely sure how he succeeded in drawing his own zipper down, but he did it! And with much relief, too, all that shifting around had made his pants quite constricting. Not that being trapped under Russia wasn't. Then all he had to do was wiggle around a bit more... just like that... there... yank that up... and voila! He had managed to pull Russia's stupid oversized coat up. Without Russia even noticing. Okay, next. Surely the oblivious nation would realize somebody was trying to coax his pants down. And at long last, a reaction! Russia looked around in confusion again, absently reaching back to pull them up. Canada smacked his hand away.
Canada wasn't by nature a mean soul. Okay, so here he was plotting his neighbor's... well... rape. But that didn't mean he wanted Russia to suffer. Fortunately, Russia was the sort to pilfer his hotel room for all available “freebies”, and Canada found several small bottles of lotion in his suitcase (along with hair products, shower caps, a bathrobe, packs of tea and coffee, and lots of mints). He popped open one of the bottles and slathered it over his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. Then he wormed his hand under Russia's big heavy ass and slipped a finger inside.
Russia's dozing head snapped up with a gasp, drawing Japan's brief attention. “Ah... n-nothing...”
Nothing. Right. Canada shoved the finger deeper a bit harder than necessary. He'd show him 'nothing'.
Russia squirmed slightly, looking around.
Canada added a second finger, stretching. Russia gripped the table. “What? What?” He strained his neck to look under the chair.
“I'm finger-fucking you,” Canada said. “Just let me know if you want me to stop, eh?”
But Russia just looked at his assembled nations with (Canada saw when he turned his head enough) the sillies look of utter bafflement ever.
“Okay. More it is.” Canada upped the ante to three fingers. After a bit more stretching, and a lot more confused squirming, he decided that was good enough. He slid his fingers out (and despite the utter confusion, Russia whined a bit at their loss. Ha) then spent a moment coating himself in some of the lotion. Now for the hard part. Fortunately, after that little round, Russia seemed strangely easier to maneuver around. Positioning himself wasn't as hard as he had anticipated! Just push his ass up a little more... there we go... good Russia...
Canada simultaneously shoved Russia back down and thrust upward. His eyes closed in bliss. That was nice.
The other assembled nations looked up at Russia's sudden yelp. They stared as he gripped the table hard, panting.
“Are you all right?” Germany asked.
“F-fine!” Russia gasped. “Um...” He looked under the chair again, under the table. “Th-thought I felt s-something strange... um...”
Thought? Something strange? Canada snapped his hips up in another sharp thrust, earning a choked cry from the larger nation.
“I-it's nothing,” Russia babbled. “Just the... just the heat? Don't mind me.”
The suspicious nations finally resumed their own activities, and Russia bit his knuckle with a whine. “What? Huh? Who?”
“Canada,” he said. Another thrust. He groaned. “Ah. You feel good. For once.”
Trembling, Russia babbled in his own language, sounding thoroughly confused.
Canada smiled in triumph (among other things) when he realized Russia was pressing back into his thrusts. The tone of his string of babble changed. From what smattering of Russian Canada knew, he caught a lot of 'yes' and 'more' and 'oh, there'. As well as some more 'what?' and 'how?'
The other nations grew inconspicuous in their firm ignoring of Russia. A couple were blushing.
Canada sped up, his movements growing erratic as he neared his peak. He could feel Russia doing the same. They pressed together in unison, both panting and incoherent.
Then Canada reached around to palm Russia's cock, and that was it for the bigger nation. Everyone turned to gape at his long, keening cry as he came all over Canada's hand, body spasming.
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