Not a Metaphor (China/Russia) - 2/2
anonymous
October 16 2010, 08:03:35 UTC
He continued holding the heart, but stopped stroking, amused by the needy noise the boy (No, China reminded himself. Not boy, man. Russia was grown now, and even though he was young compared to China he was not by any stretch a child) made. China leaned in, their noses touching.
“Tell me what you want,” commanded China, fleetingly remembering the days when his people had treated him like a deity, one to be revered and obeyed, before he had ever been subjugated by anyone.
And to his delight Russia played along, sticking his lip out in a pout, and really it was ridiculous how cute such a large and scary nation could look. “Please China,” he moaned. “I want you. I want you to touch my heart, da?”
To an outsider it might have sounded romantic. Perhaps it was romantic. Neither was an expert on romance.
Satisfied by the obedience, China sat back up, squeezing the heart, making sure Russia was looking at him.
Then he licked it.
Russia practically writhed underneath him, throwing his head back, violet eyes clenching shut.
Smirking, China pulled the heart away. “Now now,’ he scolded, almost parentally. “Don’t do that aru. Look at me.”
Russia whined, but obeyed, forcing his head back up, locking eyes with China. China nodded lightly in approval, licking the heart again as a reward, relishing the moan he received.
It was a fascinating taste, not quite the bitter metallic flavor of blood, a taste China could not stand after too many wars, too many deaths, too much pain. No, it was not quite that, but it was nothing else he could place, not quite salty or sweet. He was pretty sure he liked it.
“Chinaaaaa,” moaned Russia at the repeated licks, moist and hot, making the nation tingle all over and overheat, mind clouding with arousal.
This was always both their favorites part, right before finish. The heart in China’s hands fluttered faster, pulsing quickly against his tongue. Their eyes stayed locked until the final moment, lust coursing through both their bodies until Russia reached his peak, signaling it with a moan that was almost a shout, unable to keep his eyes open anymore, the heart in China’s hands beating at it’s fastest, erratically pumping as the Asian nation continued licking all through the orgasm.
He didn’t stop until he felt the pulsing slow, until it was back to a normal pace, fluttering lazily in his hands.
There were a few moments of heated silence, and only now was China fully aware of his own arousal, but he still refused to acknowledge it, instead crawling off of Russia, setting the organ down next to his partner.
He pulled himself to the edge of the bed, facing away from Russia, realizing with some embarrassment that he had actually been sweating during the act, whether from Russia’s body heat or his own arousal he was not sure.
He heard Russia moving behind him on the bed, doubtlessly picking up his heart and placing it back in his chest. Not really wanting to look back China wiped his forehead, getting ready to leave, ignore his hardness for long enough to get home and to the privacy of his own room.
But then he felt arms wrap around his shoulders.
“Thank you my comrade,” purred Russia, pressing his face into the crook of the smaller nation’s neck. “I greatly enjoyed that, da.”
“Hmm,” muttered China, willing himself not to blush. “I’m glad.”
“And...” The larger nation continued, letting a hand travel down China’s chest and to the top of his pants, tracing the hem of the pants teasingly. “I wish to thank China properly.”
China did not blush, and he definitely did not shudder in pleasure. “Do you now aru?”
“I do. After all, China is the one that holds my heart.”
It was sort of cute thing to say, so China didn’t mind when their lips met in a kiss.
Re: Not a Metaphor (China/Russia) - 2/2
anonymous
October 16 2010, 20:59:08 UTC
Awww. This was fluffy in the kind-of-but-not-really-twisted way this couple should be. You did a very good job of capturing their dynamic here, anon; I especially liked the references to Russia wanting to be dominated by someone he trusts since it makes sense that he would want that and China being dominating but not sadistic.
Oh, and it was hot too. Hotter than any piece about a person handling a disembodied human heart would be expected to be.
Re: Not a Metaphor (China/Russia) - 2/2
anonymous
October 17 2010, 02:27:08 UTC
Echoing above anon, I was surprised at how incredibly romantic and hot this was. I especially liked how this fic touched upon every single thing that makes this pairing tick, from the power thing, to age kinks, size, and things that should be gross/bad but actually aren't for someone with China's experience and Russia's weirdnessXD
“Tell me what you want,” commanded China, fleetingly remembering the days when his people had treated him like a deity, one to be revered and obeyed, before he had ever been subjugated by anyone.
And to his delight Russia played along, sticking his lip out in a pout, and really it was ridiculous how cute such a large and scary nation could look. “Please China,” he moaned. “I want you. I want you to touch my heart, da?”
To an outsider it might have sounded romantic. Perhaps it was romantic. Neither was an expert on romance.
Satisfied by the obedience, China sat back up, squeezing the heart, making sure Russia was looking at him.
Then he licked it.
Russia practically writhed underneath him, throwing his head back, violet eyes clenching shut.
Smirking, China pulled the heart away. “Now now,’ he scolded, almost parentally. “Don’t do that aru. Look at me.”
Russia whined, but obeyed, forcing his head back up, locking eyes with China. China nodded lightly in approval, licking the heart again as a reward, relishing the moan he received.
It was a fascinating taste, not quite the bitter metallic flavor of blood, a taste China could not stand after too many wars, too many deaths, too much pain. No, it was not quite that, but it was nothing else he could place, not quite salty or sweet. He was pretty sure he liked it.
“Chinaaaaa,” moaned Russia at the repeated licks, moist and hot, making the nation tingle all over and overheat, mind clouding with arousal.
This was always both their favorites part, right before finish. The heart in China’s hands fluttered faster, pulsing quickly against his tongue. Their eyes stayed locked until the final moment, lust coursing through both their bodies until Russia reached his peak, signaling it with a moan that was almost a shout, unable to keep his eyes open anymore, the heart in China’s hands beating at it’s fastest, erratically pumping as the Asian nation continued licking all through the orgasm.
He didn’t stop until he felt the pulsing slow, until it was back to a normal pace, fluttering lazily in his hands.
There were a few moments of heated silence, and only now was China fully aware of his own arousal, but he still refused to acknowledge it, instead crawling off of Russia, setting the organ down next to his partner.
He pulled himself to the edge of the bed, facing away from Russia, realizing with some embarrassment that he had actually been sweating during the act, whether from Russia’s body heat or his own arousal he was not sure.
He heard Russia moving behind him on the bed, doubtlessly picking up his heart and placing it back in his chest. Not really wanting to look back China wiped his forehead, getting ready to leave, ignore his hardness for long enough to get home and to the privacy of his own room.
But then he felt arms wrap around his shoulders.
“Thank you my comrade,” purred Russia, pressing his face into the crook of the smaller nation’s neck. “I greatly enjoyed that, da.”
“Hmm,” muttered China, willing himself not to blush. “I’m glad.”
“And...” The larger nation continued, letting a hand travel down China’s chest and to the top of his pants, tracing the hem of the pants teasingly. “I wish to thank China properly.”
China did not blush, and he definitely did not shudder in pleasure. “Do you now aru?”
“I do. After all, China is the one that holds my heart.”
It was sort of cute thing to say, so China didn’t mind when their lips met in a kiss.
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Oh, and it was hot too. Hotter than any piece about a person handling a disembodied human heart would be expected to be.
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