Touch - 2/??
anonymous
April 28 2011, 03:53:42 UTC
Sorry for the delay! I actually wrote this instead of two essays, meep.
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Japan had to fight with all of his being to pull his fingertips away from Greece’s broad shoulders. The flesh was a little bit tender, as Greece had winced the tiniest bit when Japan pressed across his upper back, and Japan noted it down in the little notebook. Japan stopped, staring at the back of Greece’s head.
“Um...”
“Check the back of my neck,” Greece said, and he bent his head forwards the smallest bit. “It represents Volos.” Japan reached out and slid his hand gently over his neck, pushing his dark hair from the nape and applying just the slightest pressure. Greece’s skin was warm and his hairline was slightly moist with sweat from the heat of the day. Japan ran his hand up farther along the back of Greece’s head, and he spread his fingers, Greece’s fine, mahogany curls sliding over his fingers. Japan stared at them, taking in the stark contrast between his fair skin and the dark curls. His fingers twitched, and he was overcome with the desire to run his hand through Greece’s hair.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Japan flushed furiously, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. The fact that he had even put his entire hand to Greece’s head was improper enough, and now he was imagining caressing Greece’s head.
He glanced at Greece, who was still sitting patiently, cross-legged on the floor, his head bowed forwards. Japan leaned to the side to catch a glimpse of his face, and he saw dark lashes curving along high cheekbones. Greece’s chest was rising and falling gently. He seemed to have dozed off.
Gulping loudly, Japan was about to take his hand from Greece’s head when his hand slid, and he could feel Greece’s scalp beneath his palm, and he did it. He ran his hand through Greece’s hair, ending at the two curls that stood so defiantly at the crown of his head. Japan immediately pulled back, his face dark with embarrassment.
“G-Greece-san?” he asked tentatively. Greece took a deep breath and wiggled his shoulders, lifting his head. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at Japan.
“Sorry, fílo,” Greece replied, yawning. “I’m very tired.”
“I see,” Japan said, and Greece stood up, stretching his arms over his head.
“Now you have to do the lower half,” Greece said, and Japan’s eyes trailed down Greece’s taught abdomen, down his abdominals until his shorts cut him off, right where his pelvic bone was jutting through his skin. Japan’s eyes fluttered back to Greece, who looked ready to continue. Japan gulped again.
“I don’t think I need to kneel for this part,” Greece said, as he began working on his belt. Japan could only shake his head in agreement. His hands were twisting together in front of him, the pen flipping through his fingers in nervous habit.
He was going to see Greece. Greece, one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen. And he was going to see him nude.
He was going to see Greece completely naked.
Greece slid the old leather belt from the loops and dropped it onto the floor, and then took to the button on his shorts. Japan glanced away out of habit as his shorts fell about his ankles, and he stepped out of them and laid them with the belt. There was another rustle of fabric, and Japan felt his heart speeding up in his chest, his eyes clenched shut. He couldn’t look.
“Japan?” Greece said finally. “Please, this is very important.” Japan sighed and turned his head, opening his eyes. He nearly dropped both the pen and the notebook upon the sight of Greece.
Touch - 2.1/??
anonymous
April 28 2011, 03:54:13 UTC
Greece looked as if he had stepped out of a painting, or one of his statues had come to life. His legs seemed much longer without anything covering them, and his torso smoothed into his somewhat wide hips seamlessly, extending into two well-defined thighs and calves. Greece shifted his shoulders and flexed his toes in the plush carpet, standing stock still, legs only a little bit apart. Japan swallowed thickly as he stepped forwards to Greece, trying his hardest to keep his eyes everywhere but right below Greece’s belt line.
Greece was rather... well hung, and it made Japan’s heart beat so fast he felt like he would faint. Japan placed his fingers on Greece’s abdomen, which were firm, and trailed them down the muscles there. Japan silently wondered what was represented by Greece’s abdominals, and was successfully distracting himself with this thought when Greece gave another small shudder. Japan glanced up at Greece’s face, wondering if it was something he had done, when he was caught off-guard by Greece’s face.
Greece’s eyes were closed, and although he had a neutral face for most of the examination, his brows were furrowed now, and he was biting his lower lip. He had a rosy flush to his cheeks and his breathing sped up the tiniest bit, his shoulders visibly moving with the rapid breath. He took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to calm down. Japan stared at his face with wide eyes.
“Greece, Greece are you alright?” Japan asked warily. Greece nodded and said nothing. Japan looked back down at Greece’s stomach, bring his hands to his bony hips.
It suddenly dawned on Japan that he not only had to look at Greece’s groin, he had to.... examine it somehow. And his buttocks.
Inwardly, Japan groaned, and he started crouching down to the floor to be level with the body part he was touching. He stopped at Greece’s hips, shook his head violently, and scittered to Greece’s backside, avoiding the inevitable for the time being.
He could have sworn he heard Greece give a sigh of relief when he went around his body, but Japan probably just imagined it.
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I can't decide if I want this to end in smut or not.
Re: Touch - 2.1/??
anonymous
April 28 2011, 05:10:20 UTC
As someone who's writing fanfic instead of working on her History essay ("sedsmed History" - Captcha's even reminding me about it!), I feel your pain.
Looks like things are becoming even more awkward...and hotter, what with Greece having to will himself not to get a boner in Japan's presence. They're not even actually having sex, and I already feel somewhat hot and bothered!
As for the smut, I'd love to read some because I think it'd be nigh impossible for Greece to keep on successfully willing his arousal down when Japan gets around to examining his groin and for Japan to resist pleasuring him when that happens. I'm not the OP, though, and she did say in her prompt that she'd prefer for this not to be outright smut, so she should have the final say on this issue.
Re: Touch - 2.1/?? (OP)
anonymous
April 28 2011, 16:53:25 UTC
GUH! This is getting exciting~!
As for some clarification onto when I said I would prefer there not to be smut, I meant something like "And then Japan gave Greece a hand job. The end." Subtle smut is yay.
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Japan had to fight with all of his being to pull his fingertips away from Greece’s broad shoulders. The flesh was a little bit tender, as Greece had winced the tiniest bit when Japan pressed across his upper back, and Japan noted it down in the little notebook. Japan stopped, staring at the back of Greece’s head.
“Um...”
“Check the back of my neck,” Greece said, and he bent his head forwards the smallest bit. “It represents Volos.” Japan reached out and slid his hand gently over his neck, pushing his dark hair from the nape and applying just the slightest pressure. Greece’s skin was warm and his hairline was slightly moist with sweat from the heat of the day. Japan ran his hand up farther along the back of Greece’s head, and he spread his fingers, Greece’s fine, mahogany curls sliding over his fingers. Japan stared at them, taking in the stark contrast between his fair skin and the dark curls. His fingers twitched, and he was overcome with the desire to run his hand through Greece’s hair.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Japan flushed furiously, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. The fact that he had even put his entire hand to Greece’s head was improper enough, and now he was imagining caressing Greece’s head.
He glanced at Greece, who was still sitting patiently, cross-legged on the floor, his head bowed forwards. Japan leaned to the side to catch a glimpse of his face, and he saw dark lashes curving along high cheekbones. Greece’s chest was rising and falling gently. He seemed to have dozed off.
Gulping loudly, Japan was about to take his hand from Greece’s head when his hand slid, and he could feel Greece’s scalp beneath his palm, and he did it. He ran his hand through Greece’s hair, ending at the two curls that stood so defiantly at the crown of his head. Japan immediately pulled back, his face dark with embarrassment.
“G-Greece-san?” he asked tentatively. Greece took a deep breath and wiggled his shoulders, lifting his head. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at Japan.
“Sorry, fílo,” Greece replied, yawning. “I’m very tired.”
“I see,” Japan said, and Greece stood up, stretching his arms over his head.
“Now you have to do the lower half,” Greece said, and Japan’s eyes trailed down Greece’s taught abdomen, down his abdominals until his shorts cut him off, right where his pelvic bone was jutting through his skin. Japan’s eyes fluttered back to Greece, who looked ready to continue. Japan gulped again.
“I don’t think I need to kneel for this part,” Greece said, as he began working on his belt. Japan could only shake his head in agreement. His hands were twisting together in front of him, the pen flipping through his fingers in nervous habit.
He was going to see Greece. Greece, one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen. And he was going to see him nude.
He was going to see Greece completely naked.
Greece slid the old leather belt from the loops and dropped it onto the floor, and then took to the button on his shorts. Japan glanced away out of habit as his shorts fell about his ankles, and he stepped out of them and laid them with the belt. There was another rustle of fabric, and Japan felt his heart speeding up in his chest, his eyes clenched shut. He couldn’t look.
“Japan?” Greece said finally. “Please, this is very important.” Japan sighed and turned his head, opening his eyes. He nearly dropped both the pen and the notebook upon the sight of Greece.
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Greece looked as if he had stepped out of a painting, or one of his statues had come to life. His legs seemed much longer without anything covering them, and his torso smoothed into his somewhat wide hips seamlessly, extending into two well-defined thighs and calves. Greece shifted his shoulders and flexed his toes in the plush carpet, standing stock still, legs only a little bit apart. Japan swallowed thickly as he stepped forwards to Greece, trying his hardest to keep his eyes everywhere but right below Greece’s belt line.
Greece was rather... well hung, and it made Japan’s heart beat so fast he felt like he would faint. Japan placed his fingers on Greece’s abdomen, which were firm, and trailed them down the muscles there. Japan silently wondered what was represented by Greece’s abdominals, and was successfully distracting himself with this thought when Greece gave another small shudder. Japan glanced up at Greece’s face, wondering if it was something he had done, when he was caught off-guard by Greece’s face.
Greece’s eyes were closed, and although he had a neutral face for most of the examination, his brows were furrowed now, and he was biting his lower lip. He had a rosy flush to his cheeks and his breathing sped up the tiniest bit, his shoulders visibly moving with the rapid breath. He took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to calm down. Japan stared at his face with wide eyes.
“Greece, Greece are you alright?” Japan asked warily. Greece nodded and said nothing. Japan looked back down at Greece’s stomach, bring his hands to his bony hips.
It suddenly dawned on Japan that he not only had to look at Greece’s groin, he had to.... examine it somehow. And his buttocks.
Inwardly, Japan groaned, and he started crouching down to the floor to be level with the body part he was touching. He stopped at Greece’s hips, shook his head violently, and scittered to Greece’s backside, avoiding the inevitable for the time being.
He could have sworn he heard Greece give a sigh of relief when he went around his body, but Japan probably just imagined it.
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I can't decide if I want this to end in smut or not.
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Looks like things are becoming even more awkward...and hotter, what with Greece having to will himself not to get a boner in Japan's presence. They're not even actually having sex, and I already feel somewhat hot and bothered!
As for the smut, I'd love to read some because I think it'd be nigh impossible for Greece to keep on successfully willing his arousal down when Japan gets around to examining his groin and for Japan to resist pleasuring him when that happens. I'm not the OP, though, and she did say in her prompt that she'd prefer for this not to be outright smut, so she should have the final say on this issue.
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As for some clarification onto when I said I would prefer there not to be smut, I meant something like "And then Japan gave Greece a hand job. The end." Subtle smut is yay.
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