The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1d]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 17:01:33 UTC
The front, and boundary line drawn between groan and moan is set-back, and Australia is on the retreat, as China flicked the heat on (tongue now pointed and arrowing in little prods along Australia's brow).
China flipped Australia's head the other way, almost hard enough to give him lateral whiplash, and the other brow is being suckled on, smoothed and made wet, and Australia jerked beneath China, another moan hanging in the air.
VIII. The Nine Variations
China knows exactly what he's going to do; he's going to grab one of Australia's legs (here China has undone each button of Australia's shirt and somewhere he's misplaced his own shirt. Australia's scratching fingers probably got to it,) and sling it over his shoulder. Australia can keep the other leg curled on his waist (at the moment both are wrapped around China, pressing two blatantly, definitely crude hard-ons against each other. Even through the gauze of fabric, the heat is pooled dangerously there,) and then China will fuck Australia into the floor.
But there's an uncomfortable wriggle, and maybe China will let Australia adjust the angle, after-all, the ground is very hard. It's just a variation on a theme.
Between getting both of them stripped down to Australia's open shirt, China's still-there tie, and two pairs of socks, there is several uncomfortable wriggles, even when China's palming Australia's cock with a perfect degree of pressure (so it's not that) and kissing him straight on the mouth, in the mouth really, tongue running along the roof of Australia's (and it's not that).
China drew back for air, and took the time to study Australia's lust-lidded eyes.
It's almost funny looking down on Australia like this.
His face is wet with a mixture of sweat, and a lot of saliva, after China's licked his face and especially brows so thoroughly, Australia looks as though he's been attacked by a dog with a taste for red dust plains and nationflesh. And maybe a kilometer long tongue or something. The point is, it's funny having Australia look that way, especially with helpless (maybe even lost) green eyes staring up at him, lips bruised and flushed a dark pink, parted to drag air in with each jump of his breath.
But there's a furrow in the way his eyebrows sit, and China certainly knows the expressions after his grand oral exploration of the bush; Australia's uncomfortable.
Well, China could have Australia ride him.
But if Australia's uncomfortable, China would be as well: which would really detract from the experience.
Still, there are many variations on a single theme.
IX. Moving the Force
It takes a great deal of shuffling, and far too much work for them to simply back up for China to topple backwards lightly, and for Australia to straddle China's lap, propped up by China's knees. It involves Australia being persuaded to let go of China's waist, and when Australia is starting to softly whine under his breath, there are some understandable roadblocks as China gently, but firmly slapped at Australia's ankles.
"Àozhōu, if you don't let go, I'm leaving." China reprimanded, his voice obscenely level and Australia almost felt anger around the thick, swollen ball of desire that has settled firmly on his diaphragm.
"Nnh!" The groan is a tingly sound that could make anybody shiver; a toe-curling little hum. "N-no you won't," Australia cracks one eye open, and his body arched against the floor again, even as China tried to sit up. "You want my coal." The green eye is sparkling with a mixture of lust and insistent mischief. "Nnnnnhh~hh..." The second wave of sound follows Australia's bitten lip, and even taunter body - his ribs delineated along the sides of his body with the stretch.
"Get up." China snapped, and Australia simply writhed, until China reached out and gripped an ahoge too tightly in one hand and Australia gaped, jerking upright, his feet loosening their hold on China's waist in reaction to the painful grip.
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1e]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 17:27:10 UTC
"Owhowhow..." Australia panted around the pain; finally he's panting, and China tugged a little on the hair, but Australia is already up on his knees, and China led Australia forward until Australia straddled China, even as China was sitting up, Australia's body pressed into China's.
Pressed hard into China, and China's grip softens, just enough for Australia to rub himself on the plane of China's stomach, head back again, his shirt sticking to his arms (cling, really) with sweat, and China's spare arm has snaked round Australia's back and - god, his skin is burning.
"Oh fuck," Australia gasped, mouth on China's neck again, and then little Àozhōu is biting China insistently. "Move, m- move, movemove." The word is tripping over itself, duplicating, dividing and melding, but it doesn't matter; it's the same word.
Move.
China settled himself, one hand dropping from the ahoge to brush along Australia's eyebrows, and Australia's thighs are suddenly squeezing China's waist, as China tries to settle his legs into a crossed position, even as Australia rubbed and pressed against him fiercely, biting, nibbling, licking and sometimes kissing China's neck, nuzzling into China's hand mostly. Finally, China manages to get himself contently positioned under the weight of the pacific nation, and he pushed Australia up using his knees, just a little leverage and-
X. Situational Positioning
Australia keened, mostly in pain; the sound bubbling in the air dangerously, loud, noisy, insistent and hammering on China's ears. China's spare hand brushed the ahoge, fingers flicked over the sensitive eyebrows, and China stretched himself a little taunt, just to give some more friction between their two bodies. To keep Australia hard. The warm hollow between China's stomach and Australia's cock is damp, and that thought sends prickles along China's spine; precum dabbed across his front, had to be, had to be. China swears he can feel another bead of fluid slide down him inside the damp, warm, warming hollow.
China slid the offending hand along the curve of Australia's ass, middle finger sliding out by perhaps a half-inch, and Australia's breath shook hard against China's neck. China pushed the finger back in, and could have sworn there was even more resistance this time, as Australia's body snarled and insisted that, no, that place was not to be used for these purposes, no thank you. Australia gave another whimper, less drawn-out, but still loud against China's ear.
"D-damn, d-damn wog," Australia's arms were wrapped about China, his inner-leg muscles tight on China's hips. All over, his body trembled against his will, and he clung tightly to China, trying his best to swallow around his suddenly useless tongue, that is only taking up space in his mouth. His tongue lolls ever so slightly past his lips, as his breath catches and splinters on the air, and China can feel the moist-tip on his collar-bone. Against the tendons of his neck.
Steeling himself, his own muscles tensing to let Australia have some sense of warning, China pushes another finger into Australia's body, and the sharp inhalation bit the air. Apparently the warning was not enough, because Australia made a gurgling, choking noise of pain, but persistently China scissors the fingers, to Australia's growing, pained whines. He's just so dry.
Most arid country in the world, of course, next to Antartica, but China suspects this is more to do with the lack of lubricant.
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1f]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 17:51:36 UTC
It's Australia's own fault though, surely, if Àozhōu had just sensibly allowed China to change position earlier, perhaps China would have remembered to slick his fingers up instead of preparing Australia dry. Australia's discomfort now is nothing to what it will be when he actually gets down to the point of this whole matter!
China's cock throbbed painfully, and twitched at the thought; Australia plainly felt it, and not certain if he's trying to get away, or just vent desire, but Australia frotted himself against China's front again, and on the downward slide, China added a third finger.
Australia is actually drooling on China's neck by this point.
Whining uncomfortably, as China gritted his teeth and set about trying to locate Australia's prostate to at least dull the pain with pleasure, Australia adjusted his position on China, until he located the angle he wanted: China's not hitting anything, and that's just the way Australia wanted it at that moment in time. Minimize the resistance, not plough through it.
XI. The Nine Situations
"You okay?" China asked, rubbing both ahoge gently, and trying to twist round to look Australia in the eye. Their position doesn't lend itself quite to eye-contact, Australia crumpled against China's chest, and three of China's fingers stretching Australia's hole, despite a searing, prickling heat that told Australia that penalties applied for improper use.
"Nh, mhr, nyh." Australia gasped, breath hot and sticky on China's neck.
"Àozhōu," China murmured, his thumb rubbing gently on Australia's ass, even as his fingers on that hand are otherwise occupied in being where the sun did not shine.
"Mrrrrhr..." Australia tried again, and tried to look China in the eye, but his neck couldn't hold his head up, and it crashed against China's neck again. "Y-yeah, mate." Australia finally managed. "Jus' take 'er slowly."
"I'll take him," China smiled slightly. "Slowly, then." Gingerly, he pulled one hand away from Australia, and let it settle on the curve of Australia's rear, barely hanging on his hips. The fingers stroking at Australia's ahoge continued and he thumbed an eyebrow, before nudging Australia's face towards his neck. "Bite."
"Bi-"
And then the flash of searing, splitting, ridiculous pain, and the hand on Australia's hip which had been so soft and transparent before, was suddenly hard and firm, holding Australia from bucking away from the intrusion. The other hand was rubbing, caressing, and pulling lightly on the ahoge, and Australia inhaled, gasped and the air was sharp in his lungs, but before he could start to scream, China had quickly shoved Australia's face into his neck.
The open-mouthed howl against China's neck soon transformed into a steady squeezing of his teeth, and Australia's nails were digging in, his teeth were digging in, and his leg muscles were clenching and unclenching, as though not sure what to do with themselves.
And other muscles - oh, tighttight too tight hot heat, and China's pulse burnt in the side of his throat like a glittering flame or fireworks. Oh, oh that was good.
Australia was definitely a great deal softer, the hard sensation that had graced China's stomach was quickly losing its metaphorical bite.
Patiently, but unflinchingly, China's grip on Australia's hips began to push Australia down, even as China fought to bury himself with quick, puncturing, penetrating thrusts. Finally drowned in Australia, China waited for Australia to become adjusted.
This did not happen.
Australia whined, and whimpered, howled, and dug his teeth and nails in tight; China swore he felt the pin-pricks of involuntary tears of pain patter on his neck. Sighing, China twisted his neck as best he could, even as Australia bit it, and stroked Australia's eyebrows and ahoge to try and placate him, but all it did was occasion mix a nhm of pleasure in with the groans of pain.
"Àozhōu," China's voice was a heavy, patient exhalation of experience. "Do you trust me?"
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1f]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 17:57:28 UTC
((Messed up format; is it possible to get the first post of "The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1f] removed? This is the /right/ formatting))
It's Australia's own fault though, surely, if Àozhōu had just sensibly allowed China to change position earlier, perhaps China would have remembered to slick his fingers up instead of preparing Australia dry. Australia's discomfort now is nothing to what it will be when he actually gets down to the point of this whole matter!
China's cock throbbed painfully, and twitched at the thought; Australia plainly felt it, and not certain if he's trying to get away, or just vent desire, but Australia frotted himself against China's front again, and on the downward slide, China added a third finger.
Australia is actually drooling on China's neck by this point.
Whining uncomfortably, as China gritted his teeth and set about trying to locate Australia's prostate to at least dull the pain with pleasure, Australia adjusted his position on China, until he located the angle he wanted: China's not hitting anything, and that's just the way Australia wanted it at that moment in time. Minimize the resistance, not plough through it.
XI. The Nine Situations
"You okay?" China asked, rubbing both ahoge gently, and trying to twist round to look Australia in the eye. Their position doesn't lend itself quite to eye-contact, Australia crumpled against China's chest, and three of China's fingers stretching Australia's hole, despite a searing, prickling heat that told Australia that penalties applied for improper use.
"Nh, mhr, nyh." Australia gasped, breath hot and sticky on China's neck.
"Àozhōu," China murmured, his thumb rubbing gently on Australia's ass, even as his fingers on that hand are otherwise occupied in being where the sun did not shine.
"Mrrrrhr..." Australia tried again, and tried to look China in the eye, but his neck couldn't hold his head up, and it crashed against China's neck again. "Y-yeah, mate." Australia finally managed. "Jus' take 'er slowly."
"I'll take him," China smiled slightly. "Slowly, then." Gingerly, he pulled one hand away from Australia, and let it settle on the curve of Australia's rear, barely hanging on his hips. The fingers stroking at Australia's ahoge continued and he thumbed an eyebrow, before nudging Australia's face towards his neck. "Bite."
"Bi-"
And then the flash of searing, splitting, ridiculous pain, and the hand on Australia's hip which had been so soft and transparent before, was suddenly hard and firm, holding Australia from bucking away from the intrusion. The other hand was rubbing, caressing, and pulling lightly on the ahoge, and Australia inhaled, gasped and the air was sharp in his lungs, but before he could start to scream, China had quickly shoved Australia's face into his neck.
The open-mouthed howl against China's neck soon transformed into a steady squeezing of his teeth, and Australia's nails were digging in, his teeth were digging in, and his leg muscles were clenching and unclenching, as though not sure what to do with themselves.
And other muscles - oh, tighttight too tight hot heat, and China's pulse burnt in the side of his throat like a glittering flame or fireworks. Oh, oh that was good.
Australia was definitely a great deal softer, the hard sensation that had graced China's stomach was quickly losing its metaphorical bite.
Patiently, but unflinchingly, China's grip on Australia's hips began to push Australia down, even as China fought to bury himself with quick, puncturing, penetrating thrusts. Finally drowned in Australia, China waited for Australia to become adjusted.
This did not happen.
Australia whined, and whimpered, howled, and dug his teeth and nails in tight; China swore he felt the pin-pricks of involuntary tears of pain patter on his neck. Sighing, China twisted his neck as best he could, even as Australia bit it, and stroked Australia's eyebrows and ahoge to try and placate him, but all it did was occasion mix a nhm of pleasure in with the groans of pain.
"Àozhōu," China's voice was a heavy, patient exhalation of experience. "Do you trust me?"
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1g]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 18:30:54 UTC
XII. The Fiery Attack
"Uhm," Australia shakily managed, teeth still hooked into China's neck, making his next sentence touched with a lisp alongside the stuttering pain. "Foam a france?" Phone a friend?
"Àozhōu," China repeated, and damned their position once again for being inconvenient for eye-contact. Australia's grip on his shoulders shifted, and Australia stopped biting China, and swallowed, his body shivery and shakey, and propped one foot on the ground, but was all but paralyzed by the length of China (China's much neglected length, he would have you know) and where it currently was.
"Y-yeah s-sure mate," Australia stuttered out. "M-might as w-he-he-hell we're fuckin' ain't we?" Australia gave a nervous, uncomfortable, docile laugh, and tried to find some humour even as his body felt like it had been cracked in two; like fruit on a cutting board, all split in two. "M-might as well t-trust ye-heh-" Australia cut off, breathing heavily. "You."
Within seconds, Australia's voice was raised in an even louder scream of pain and unhappiness that eventually morphed into words; "I-I've c-ch-yaaaaaahaaa....nged, aahhhn," Australia wailed weakly, and once drained of that noise, continued. "I've changed my mind!" He rushed it out between chattering teeth, and scratching nails, and squeezed eyes that occasionally flew open and bugged out as China - holding Australia firm, and sometimes even shoving Australia back onto China's cock - thrust long, and searchingly into Australia's tight, and still uncomfortably dry, ass.
And then the scream cut off with a curious nhn that punctuated the miserable cry of pain like a period mark. Then the groans came bubbling up, cautiously every few thrusts. It hurt, yes, but, of course, China had located his prostate, and god, it was so much sweeter now.
The groans were beginning to connect up, like a dot-the-dot, jumping between each other, and lengthening into each other, melding and cutting into squeaks (surprisingly high-pitched at that) nhns, sharp pants and the ever distinctive moan. Australia's hands were now running all down China's back, and he was thrusting into the dark, warmth between their stomachs quite vigorously now, the sweat, saliva and precum making the friction thin and irrelevant. One of China's hands remained on Australia's hip, pushing and shoving Australia down onto China and with each brush, nudge, or downright pound at the cluster of nerves, had Australia keening so thoughtlessly as for the loose noises of surprised pleasure to begin morphing into a single scream.
China had said he'd get Australia screaming, and screaming, gasping, breaking down Australia was, the disjointed cry of expletives and on occasion, the "petname" (China would later have mixed opinions, but right now, the bloodrush in his ears must have been affecting his mind, for it only heightened his desire at that moment) of "cats eyes", "wog" and occasionally "chink", though the last was familar enough to incite China into nipping at Australia's lips.
And their mouths - pressed, flush, awkwardly at each other so that the two were kissing corner to corner. It didn't matter though. What mattered was pressure, and pressure mounted.
Pressure mounted, stripped and fucked them, until the blur shivered up Australia, and inexperienced and hampered by recent pain (current pain, too, for that matter) he gasped out a warning; "I-I high, close, I'm close."
"Good." China smirked. "That means we doing it right." China's hand yanked on Australia's ahoge, ruffling and pulling at his hair; both ahoge touched, felt up, and wrung and Australia came hard between their bodies, his trembling legs going into a spasm, even as they locked around China, pulling at Australia's muscles until they would cramp in the morning. Admittedly, it would be the least of his complaints.
China rocked the boneless figure of Australia, who was now curled, riding the shock-wave into some oblivious harbour, until, with a moan in the tightened clamp of Australia's body, China came, and the moan fizzled into a sigh and the two clattered back to the floor, barely hanging onto each other, so fuzzy were the nerves in their fingertips.
The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1h]
anonymous
August 20 2011, 18:57:49 UTC
Cattily, Australia licked China's lips until finally, China raised a hand between Australia's curious tongue and his mouth. Undeterred, Australia licked at China's fingers, shamelessly demonstrating at least a rudimentary understanding of fellatio, of no actual finesse. Enthusiasm though.
"Àozhōu," China reprimanded, but softened when Australia directed huge green eyes at him. "Aru, Àozhōu; we must discuss trade."
"Moment killer." Australia muttered glumly, plopping his head back down on China's chest. "I even donated my shirt to keeping us warm," And indeed Australia had, wriggling out of his shirt to try and give them some insulation, not that they needed it in the pacific summer, rather the sweat-drenched shirt had become a cool pack for the two of them as their bodies cooled from the sex. "Yeah, sounds cool, mate." Australia nodded, rubbing his eyebrows cheekily on China's front. "Trading 'greement."
China tweaked Australia's ahoge, arching an eyebrow and flicking a stray strand of his own hair away from the two of them. "Are you even being serious, Àozhōu-aru." China couldn't seem to level off his verbal tic, light-headed and dopey from a refreshing session with Australia.
"Sure am," Australia sighed, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to China's collar bones, and snuggled close. "I do right by you," Australia twisted, and narrowed his eyes, smirking. "An agreement, not too public?" He hazarded. "We're lovers, aren't we? Course I'm being serious; now," Australia stretched out across China. "As economic allies, I can think of some things we owe each other..." It was an inelegant, unclear, convoluted, ridiculous pick-up line, but the execution was playful, friendly, and laidback; that won the points needed to have China tip his head just right to kiss Australia twice, once on each stubborn strand of hair, and Australia's muscles rippled, and he shivered, stretching, and all but purring as he made a slight nhn sound into the groove of China's neck.
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=o=;;;;;; ah... fin? I apologize for my inexperience at writing this sort of thing, and hope the fill was bearable.
Re: The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1h]
anonymous
August 21 2011, 10:37:45 UTC
A.Anon you have earned my first unborn child. Raise it well. for this is one of the best Aus fills i have ever read... (extra points for it being with China and having biting... ;) )
omgomgomg author!anon~ This was incredible! Both Oz and China were written perfectly, and the smut- woahman, that was hot (would not have known this was only your second time writing it). So many internets for you, my friend, so many internets.
Re: The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1h]
anonymous
August 21 2011, 21:01:54 UTC
wow really interesting writing style you have there. I really enjoyed this. there are not enough fics with China or with Australia and together they make a suprisingly hot couple. all the little details just made this fill perfect. thanks for sharing :D
Re: The Art of War (& occasionally, selling Europe out) [1h]
anonymous
August 30 2011, 05:42:55 UTC
This is was great! Thanks so much for sharing, there really isn't enough Aus love, and with China to boot. Just one thing, isn't/wasn't 'wog' a derogatory term used for mediterranean immigrants rather than asian people? Thanks once again for this smut -fans self-
China flipped Australia's head the other way, almost hard enough to give him lateral whiplash, and the other brow is being suckled on, smoothed and made wet, and Australia jerked beneath China, another moan hanging in the air.
VIII. The Nine Variations
China knows exactly what he's going to do; he's going to grab one of Australia's legs (here China has undone each button of Australia's shirt and somewhere he's misplaced his own shirt. Australia's scratching fingers probably got to it,) and sling it over his shoulder. Australia can keep the other leg curled on his waist (at the moment both are wrapped around China, pressing two blatantly, definitely crude hard-ons against each other. Even through the gauze of fabric, the heat is pooled dangerously there,) and then China will fuck Australia into the floor.
But there's an uncomfortable wriggle, and maybe China will let Australia adjust the angle, after-all, the ground is very hard. It's just a variation on a theme.
Between getting both of them stripped down to Australia's open shirt, China's still-there tie, and two pairs of socks, there is several uncomfortable wriggles, even when China's palming Australia's cock with a perfect degree of pressure (so it's not that) and kissing him straight on the mouth, in the mouth really, tongue running along the roof of Australia's (and it's not that).
China drew back for air, and took the time to study Australia's lust-lidded eyes.
It's almost funny looking down on Australia like this.
His face is wet with a mixture of sweat, and a lot of saliva, after China's licked his face and especially brows so thoroughly, Australia looks as though he's been attacked by a dog with a taste for red dust plains and nationflesh. And maybe a kilometer long tongue or something. The point is, it's funny having Australia look that way, especially with helpless (maybe even lost) green eyes staring up at him, lips bruised and flushed a dark pink, parted to drag air in with each jump of his breath.
But there's a furrow in the way his eyebrows sit, and China certainly knows the expressions after his grand oral exploration of the bush; Australia's uncomfortable.
Well, China could have Australia ride him.
But if Australia's uncomfortable, China would be as well: which would really detract from the experience.
Still, there are many variations on a single theme.
IX. Moving the Force
It takes a great deal of shuffling, and far too much work for them to simply back up for China to topple backwards lightly, and for Australia to straddle China's lap, propped up by China's knees. It involves Australia being persuaded to let go of China's waist, and when Australia is starting to softly whine under his breath, there are some understandable roadblocks as China gently, but firmly slapped at Australia's ankles.
"Àozhōu, if you don't let go, I'm leaving." China reprimanded, his voice obscenely level and Australia almost felt anger around the thick, swollen ball of desire that has settled firmly on his diaphragm.
"Nnh!" The groan is a tingly sound that could make anybody shiver; a toe-curling little hum. "N-no you won't," Australia cracks one eye open, and his body arched against the floor again, even as China tried to sit up. "You want my coal." The green eye is sparkling with a mixture of lust and insistent mischief. "Nnnnnhh~hh..." The second wave of sound follows Australia's bitten lip, and even taunter body - his ribs delineated along the sides of his body with the stretch.
"Get up." China snapped, and Australia simply writhed, until China reached out and gripped an ahoge too tightly in one hand and Australia gaped, jerking upright, his feet loosening their hold on China's waist in reaction to the painful grip.
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Pressed hard into China, and China's grip softens, just enough for Australia to rub himself on the plane of China's stomach, head back again, his shirt sticking to his arms (cling, really) with sweat, and China's spare arm has snaked round Australia's back and - god, his skin is burning.
"Oh fuck," Australia gasped, mouth on China's neck again, and then little Àozhōu is biting China insistently. "Move, m- move, movemove." The word is tripping over itself, duplicating, dividing and melding, but it doesn't matter; it's the same word.
Move.
China settled himself, one hand dropping from the ahoge to brush along Australia's eyebrows, and Australia's thighs are suddenly squeezing China's waist, as China tries to settle his legs into a crossed position, even as Australia rubbed and pressed against him fiercely, biting, nibbling, licking and sometimes kissing China's neck, nuzzling into China's hand mostly. Finally, China manages to get himself contently positioned under the weight of the pacific nation, and he pushed Australia up using his knees, just a little leverage and-
X. Situational Positioning
Australia keened, mostly in pain; the sound bubbling in the air dangerously, loud, noisy, insistent and hammering on China's ears. China's spare hand brushed the ahoge, fingers flicked over the sensitive eyebrows, and China stretched himself a little taunt, just to give some more friction between their two bodies. To keep Australia hard. The warm hollow between China's stomach and Australia's cock is damp, and that thought sends prickles along China's spine; precum dabbed across his front, had to be, had to be. China swears he can feel another bead of fluid slide down him inside the damp, warm, warming hollow.
China slid the offending hand along the curve of Australia's ass, middle finger sliding out by perhaps a half-inch, and Australia's breath shook hard against China's neck. China pushed the finger back in, and could have sworn there was even more resistance this time, as Australia's body snarled and insisted that, no, that place was not to be used for these purposes, no thank you. Australia gave another whimper, less drawn-out, but still loud against China's ear.
"D-damn, d-damn wog," Australia's arms were wrapped about China, his inner-leg muscles tight on China's hips. All over, his body trembled against his will, and he clung tightly to China, trying his best to swallow around his suddenly useless tongue, that is only taking up space in his mouth. His tongue lolls ever so slightly past his lips, as his breath catches and splinters on the air, and China can feel the moist-tip on his collar-bone. Against the tendons of his neck.
Steeling himself, his own muscles tensing to let Australia have some sense of warning, China pushes another finger into Australia's body, and the sharp inhalation bit the air. Apparently the warning was not enough, because Australia made a gurgling, choking noise of pain, but persistently China scissors the fingers, to Australia's growing, pained whines. He's just so dry.
Most arid country in the world, of course, next to Antartica, but China suspects this is more to do with the lack of lubricant.
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China's cock throbbed painfully, and twitched at the thought; Australia plainly felt it, and not certain if he's trying to get away, or just vent desire, but Australia frotted himself against China's front again, and on the downward slide, China added a third finger.
Australia is actually drooling on China's neck by this point.
Whining uncomfortably, as China gritted his teeth and set about trying to locate Australia's prostate to at least dull the pain with pleasure, Australia adjusted his position on China, until he located the angle he wanted: China's not hitting anything, and that's just the way Australia wanted it at that moment in time. Minimize the resistance, not plough through it.
XI. The Nine Situations
"You okay?" China asked, rubbing both ahoge gently, and trying to twist round to look Australia in the eye. Their position doesn't lend itself quite to eye-contact, Australia crumpled against China's chest, and three of China's fingers stretching Australia's hole, despite a searing, prickling heat that told Australia that penalties applied for improper use.
"Nh, mhr, nyh." Australia gasped, breath hot and sticky on China's neck.
"Àozhōu," China murmured, his thumb rubbing gently on Australia's ass, even as his fingers on that hand are otherwise occupied in being where the sun did not shine.
"Mrrrrhr..." Australia tried again, and tried to look China in the eye, but his neck couldn't hold his head up, and it crashed against China's neck again. "Y-yeah, mate." Australia finally managed. "Jus' take 'er slowly."
"I'll take him," China smiled slightly. "Slowly, then." Gingerly, he pulled one hand away from Australia, and let it settle on the curve of Australia's rear, barely hanging on his hips. The fingers stroking at Australia's ahoge continued and he thumbed an eyebrow, before nudging Australia's face towards his neck. "Bite."
"Bi-"
And then the flash of searing, splitting, ridiculous pain, and the hand on Australia's hip which had been so soft and transparent before, was suddenly hard and firm, holding Australia from bucking away from the intrusion. The other hand was rubbing, caressing, and pulling lightly on the ahoge, and Australia inhaled, gasped and the air was sharp in his lungs, but before he could start to scream, China had quickly shoved Australia's face into his neck.
The open-mouthed howl against China's neck soon transformed into a steady squeezing of his teeth, and Australia's nails were digging in, his teeth were digging in, and his leg muscles were clenching and unclenching, as though not sure what to do with themselves.
And other muscles - oh, tighttight too tight hot heat, and China's pulse burnt in the side of his throat like a glittering flame or fireworks. Oh, oh that was good.
Australia was definitely a great deal softer, the hard sensation that had graced China's stomach was quickly losing its metaphorical bite.
Patiently, but unflinchingly, China's grip on Australia's hips began to push Australia down, even as China fought to bury himself with quick, puncturing, penetrating thrusts. Finally drowned in Australia, China waited for Australia to become adjusted.
This did not happen.
Australia whined, and whimpered, howled, and dug his teeth and nails in tight; China swore he felt the pin-pricks of involuntary tears of pain patter on his neck. Sighing, China twisted his neck as best he could, even as Australia bit it, and stroked Australia's eyebrows and ahoge to try and placate him, but all it did was occasion mix a nhm of pleasure in with the groans of pain.
"Àozhōu," China's voice was a heavy, patient exhalation of experience. "Do you trust me?"
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It's Australia's own fault though, surely, if Àozhōu had just sensibly allowed China to change position earlier, perhaps China would have remembered to slick his fingers up instead of preparing Australia dry. Australia's discomfort now is nothing to what it will be when he actually gets down to the point of this whole matter!
China's cock throbbed painfully, and twitched at the thought; Australia plainly felt it, and not certain if he's trying to get away, or just vent desire, but Australia frotted himself against China's front again, and on the downward slide, China added a third finger.
Australia is actually drooling on China's neck by this point.
Whining uncomfortably, as China gritted his teeth and set about trying to locate Australia's prostate to at least dull the pain with pleasure, Australia adjusted his position on China, until he located the angle he wanted: China's not hitting anything, and that's just the way Australia wanted it at that moment in time. Minimize the resistance, not plough through it.
XI. The Nine Situations
"You okay?" China asked, rubbing both ahoge gently, and trying to twist round to look Australia in the eye. Their position doesn't lend itself quite to eye-contact, Australia crumpled against China's chest, and three of China's fingers stretching Australia's hole, despite a searing, prickling heat that told Australia that penalties applied for improper use.
"Nh, mhr, nyh." Australia gasped, breath hot and sticky on China's neck.
"Àozhōu," China murmured, his thumb rubbing gently on Australia's ass, even as his fingers on that hand are otherwise occupied in being where the sun did not shine.
"Mrrrrhr..." Australia tried again, and tried to look China in the eye, but his neck couldn't hold his head up, and it crashed against China's neck again. "Y-yeah, mate." Australia finally managed. "Jus' take 'er slowly."
"I'll take him," China smiled slightly. "Slowly, then." Gingerly, he pulled one hand away from Australia, and let it settle on the curve of Australia's rear, barely hanging on his hips. The fingers stroking at Australia's ahoge continued and he thumbed an eyebrow, before nudging Australia's face towards his neck. "Bite."
"Bi-"
And then the flash of searing, splitting, ridiculous pain, and the hand on Australia's hip which had been so soft and transparent before, was suddenly hard and firm, holding Australia from bucking away from the intrusion. The other hand was rubbing, caressing, and pulling lightly on the ahoge, and Australia inhaled, gasped and the air was sharp in his lungs, but before he could start to scream, China had quickly shoved Australia's face into his neck.
The open-mouthed howl against China's neck soon transformed into a steady squeezing of his teeth, and Australia's nails were digging in, his teeth were digging in, and his leg muscles were clenching and unclenching, as though not sure what to do with themselves.
And other muscles - oh, tighttight too tight hot heat, and China's pulse burnt in the side of his throat like a glittering flame or fireworks. Oh, oh that was good.
Australia was definitely a great deal softer, the hard sensation that had graced China's stomach was quickly losing its metaphorical bite.
Patiently, but unflinchingly, China's grip on Australia's hips began to push Australia down, even as China fought to bury himself with quick, puncturing, penetrating thrusts. Finally drowned in Australia, China waited for Australia to become adjusted.
This did not happen.
Australia whined, and whimpered, howled, and dug his teeth and nails in tight; China swore he felt the pin-pricks of involuntary tears of pain patter on his neck. Sighing, China twisted his neck as best he could, even as Australia bit it, and stroked Australia's eyebrows and ahoge to try and placate him, but all it did was occasion mix a nhm of pleasure in with the groans of pain.
"Àozhōu," China's voice was a heavy, patient exhalation of experience. "Do you trust me?"
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"Uhm," Australia shakily managed, teeth still hooked into China's neck, making his next sentence touched with a lisp alongside the stuttering pain. "Foam a france?" Phone a friend?
"Àozhōu," China repeated, and damned their position once again for being inconvenient for eye-contact. Australia's grip on his shoulders shifted, and Australia stopped biting China, and swallowed, his body shivery and shakey, and propped one foot on the ground, but was all but paralyzed by the length of China (China's much neglected length, he would have you know) and where it currently was.
"Y-yeah s-sure mate," Australia stuttered out. "M-might as w-he-he-hell we're fuckin' ain't we?" Australia gave a nervous, uncomfortable, docile laugh, and tried to find some humour even as his body felt like it had been cracked in two; like fruit on a cutting board, all split in two. "M-might as well t-trust ye-heh-" Australia cut off, breathing heavily. "You."
Within seconds, Australia's voice was raised in an even louder scream of pain and unhappiness that eventually morphed into words; "I-I've c-ch-yaaaaaahaaa....nged, aahhhn," Australia wailed weakly, and once drained of that noise, continued. "I've changed my mind!" He rushed it out between chattering teeth, and scratching nails, and squeezed eyes that occasionally flew open and bugged out as China - holding Australia firm, and sometimes even shoving Australia back onto China's cock - thrust long, and searchingly into Australia's tight, and still uncomfortably dry, ass.
And then the scream cut off with a curious nhn that punctuated the miserable cry of pain like a period mark. Then the groans came bubbling up, cautiously every few thrusts. It hurt, yes, but, of course, China had located his prostate, and god, it was so much sweeter now.
The groans were beginning to connect up, like a dot-the-dot, jumping between each other, and lengthening into each other, melding and cutting into squeaks (surprisingly high-pitched at that) nhns, sharp pants and the ever distinctive moan. Australia's hands were now running all down China's back, and he was thrusting into the dark, warmth between their stomachs quite vigorously now, the sweat, saliva and precum making the friction thin and irrelevant. One of China's hands remained on Australia's hip, pushing and shoving Australia down onto China and with each brush, nudge, or downright pound at the cluster of nerves, had Australia keening so thoughtlessly as for the loose noises of surprised pleasure to begin morphing into a single scream.
China had said he'd get Australia screaming, and screaming, gasping, breaking down Australia was, the disjointed cry of expletives and on occasion, the "petname" (China would later have mixed opinions, but right now, the bloodrush in his ears must have been affecting his mind, for it only heightened his desire at that moment) of "cats eyes", "wog" and occasionally "chink", though the last was familar enough to incite China into nipping at Australia's lips.
And their mouths - pressed, flush, awkwardly at each other so that the two were kissing corner to corner. It didn't matter though. What mattered was pressure, and pressure mounted.
Pressure mounted, stripped and fucked them, until the blur shivered up Australia, and inexperienced and hampered by recent pain (current pain, too, for that matter) he gasped out a warning; "I-I high, close, I'm close."
"Good." China smirked. "That means we doing it right." China's hand yanked on Australia's ahoge, ruffling and pulling at his hair; both ahoge touched, felt up, and wrung and Australia came hard between their bodies, his trembling legs going into a spasm, even as they locked around China, pulling at Australia's muscles until they would cramp in the morning. Admittedly, it would be the least of his complaints.
China rocked the boneless figure of Australia, who was now curled, riding the shock-wave into some oblivious harbour, until, with a moan in the tightened clamp of Australia's body, China came, and the moan fizzled into a sigh and the two clattered back to the floor, barely hanging onto each other, so fuzzy were the nerves in their fingertips.
XIII. The Use of Intelligence
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"Àozhōu," China reprimanded, but softened when Australia directed huge green eyes at him. "Aru, Àozhōu; we must discuss trade."
"Moment killer." Australia muttered glumly, plopping his head back down on China's chest. "I even donated my shirt to keeping us warm," And indeed Australia had, wriggling out of his shirt to try and give them some insulation, not that they needed it in the pacific summer, rather the sweat-drenched shirt had become a cool pack for the two of them as their bodies cooled from the sex. "Yeah, sounds cool, mate." Australia nodded, rubbing his eyebrows cheekily on China's front. "Trading 'greement."
China tweaked Australia's ahoge, arching an eyebrow and flicking a stray strand of his own hair away from the two of them. "Are you even being serious, Àozhōu-aru." China couldn't seem to level off his verbal tic, light-headed and dopey from a refreshing session with Australia.
"Sure am," Australia sighed, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to China's collar bones, and snuggled close. "I do right by you," Australia twisted, and narrowed his eyes, smirking. "An agreement, not too public?" He hazarded. "We're lovers, aren't we? Course I'm being serious; now," Australia stretched out across China. "As economic allies, I can think of some things we owe each other..." It was an inelegant, unclear, convoluted, ridiculous pick-up line, but the execution was playful, friendly, and laidback; that won the points needed to have China tip his head just right to kiss Australia twice, once on each stubborn strand of hair, and Australia's muscles rippled, and he shivered, stretching, and all but purring as he made a slight nhn sound into the groove of China's neck.
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=o=;;;;;; ah... fin? I apologize for my inexperience at writing this sort of thing, and hope the fill was bearable.
China was a weird choice xD
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Just because there's so much interest in this fill *U*
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That was...that was...I'm speechless...
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