Inspection (1/3)
anonymous
February 20 2011, 01:35:52 UTC
Canada's not too into D/s, honestly. Too many rules, and the one time he wore leather pants, it made his ass break out really bad.
But there's something very nice about the mine feeling he gets having big, strong Russia stripped bare and vulnerable on his knees in front of him.
Russia's self-conscious about his body, Canada knows. He doesn't really understand why - Russia's physique is incredible. Canada thinks he could get off on the breadth of Russia's shoulders alone, somehow. Sure, he's a bit soft in the middle, but it's endearing, and makes him all the more snuggle-able. Besides, you can tell that his abs are rock hard underneath there.
Canada enjoys scrutinizing him, even though he can feel his lover's discomfort. But Russia is his his his, willing to do this for him anyway. And Russia doesn’t mind too much - as his cock, bobbing half-hard, shows. Canada eyes Russia's cock for a long moment, but moves around to examine Russia's ass next. He's pretty sure he can get Russia fully hard before he even touches him. It'll be fun.
He's all the way there himself, and reaches to adjust his hard-on to a more comfortable position.
He crouches behind Russia, brings his lips so close to the top of his spine that he can feel the warmth coming off of his skin. He opens his mouth, lets a hot breath out and feels the tiny hairs prickle against his lips.
Russia inhales sharply, stiffens a little.
Canada sinks lower, trailing warm breath down Russia's back. He brings his hands up to trace Russia's sides, still not-quite touching. He knows Russia's probably thinking he's looking at the scars, but he barely sees them, really - the contours of the muscle in Russia's back are so much more captivating than the ragged lines of scar tissue that crisscross his neck and back.
He rises to his feet again slowly, careful not to touch, not yet, goes back to pacing around Russia.
Russia doesn't turn his head, but meets Canada's eyes once he's in view again.
The look in Russia's eyes is so good, hot and cold and lusty and afraid and Canada would like to just - just crush him into the floor, fuck him so hard their cells fuse together. Give him something to be afraid of, show him there's nothing to be afraid of, all at the same time.
He waits for that overwhelming desire to grab and force to pass; he's trying to take his time, after all. And the last thing he wants is for Russia to regret this - Russia's got his demons, more than most do, maybe, and Canada doesn't want to stumble into stirring them up.
He half-chuckles, realizing he's been staring off into space with his hand cupping the bulge in his pants for too long.
Russia lips curve into a small, cautious smile at the laugh, and he just looks so cute and fuck he's Canada's, mine, just mine, and suddenly Canada's had enough of the waiting thing. He takes off his glasses and sets them on the table before moving in.
He steps closer and leans down to kiss him, hard, and Russia parts his lips so readily, sucks on Canada's tongue and catches his lower lip a little between his teeth.
Canada sinks down to his knees so he's face-to-face, hip-to-hip with Russia - well, as close as they can get anyway, even if his eyes line up more with Russia's mouth than with his eyes. He buries his hand in Russia's hair and tips his head down and that solves that problem.
He slides his hands down Russia's back, appreciating again the strength so obvious in his body. He kneads Russia's ass, fingers sinking into firm muscle as he turns up to lock his mouth on Russia's again.
But there's something very nice about the mine feeling he gets having big, strong Russia stripped bare and vulnerable on his knees in front of him.
Russia's self-conscious about his body, Canada knows. He doesn't really understand why - Russia's physique is incredible. Canada thinks he could get off on the breadth of Russia's shoulders alone, somehow. Sure, he's a bit soft in the middle, but it's endearing, and makes him all the more snuggle-able. Besides, you can tell that his abs are rock hard underneath there.
Canada enjoys scrutinizing him, even though he can feel his lover's discomfort. But Russia is his his his, willing to do this for him anyway. And Russia doesn’t mind too much - as his cock, bobbing half-hard, shows. Canada eyes Russia's cock for a long moment, but moves around to examine Russia's ass next. He's pretty sure he can get Russia fully hard before he even touches him. It'll be fun.
He's all the way there himself, and reaches to adjust his hard-on to a more comfortable position.
He crouches behind Russia, brings his lips so close to the top of his spine that he can feel the warmth coming off of his skin. He opens his mouth, lets a hot breath out and feels the tiny hairs prickle against his lips.
Russia inhales sharply, stiffens a little.
Canada sinks lower, trailing warm breath down Russia's back. He brings his hands up to trace Russia's sides, still not-quite touching. He knows Russia's probably thinking he's looking at the scars, but he barely sees them, really - the contours of the muscle in Russia's back are so much more captivating than the ragged lines of scar tissue that crisscross his neck and back.
He rises to his feet again slowly, careful not to touch, not yet, goes back to pacing around Russia.
Russia doesn't turn his head, but meets Canada's eyes once he's in view again.
The look in Russia's eyes is so good, hot and cold and lusty and afraid and Canada would like to just - just crush him into the floor, fuck him so hard their cells fuse together. Give him something to be afraid of, show him there's nothing to be afraid of, all at the same time.
He waits for that overwhelming desire to grab and force to pass; he's trying to take his time, after all. And the last thing he wants is for Russia to regret this - Russia's got his demons, more than most do, maybe, and Canada doesn't want to stumble into stirring them up.
He half-chuckles, realizing he's been staring off into space with his hand cupping the bulge in his pants for too long.
Russia lips curve into a small, cautious smile at the laugh, and he just looks so cute and fuck he's Canada's, mine, just mine, and suddenly Canada's had enough of the waiting thing. He takes off his glasses and sets them on the table before moving in.
He steps closer and leans down to kiss him, hard, and Russia parts his lips so readily, sucks on Canada's tongue and catches his lower lip a little between his teeth.
Canada sinks down to his knees so he's face-to-face, hip-to-hip with Russia - well, as close as they can get anyway, even if his eyes line up more with Russia's mouth than with his eyes. He buries his hand in Russia's hair and tips his head down and that solves that problem.
He slides his hands down Russia's back, appreciating again the strength so obvious in his body. He kneads Russia's ass, fingers sinking into firm muscle as he turns up to lock his mouth on Russia's again.
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