Re: Untitled [3/7]
anonymous
October 5 2011, 07:20:57 UTC
“See you later then!”
Latvia remained there, watching the Nordic nations walk away, quietly talking to each other, when Finland planted a quick kiss to Sweden cheek and the man went immediately red. He smiled at that, and decided that it was time for entering the sauna.
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Even if it was almost empty - except for the wooden benches and the tray of dark heated stones in the center - the room looked quite comfy. There was no one in it, and its silence and privacy helped calm him down a lot. It was a very welcome change to the noisy and confused meetings with the other nations and his restless everyday life.
All thanks to Finland and Sweden. He made a mental note to thank them for their concern. He took a seat, first a bit uncomfortable due to the unusual high temperature, but quickly melting in it. Once he got accustomed to the heat, his body was covered in sweat. It wasn’t as unpleasant as it sounded. In fact, he felt relaxed as he hasn’t in weeks - no, in months. Hot air filled his lungs and allowed him to breathe more easily, more freely.
The Baltic nation had never believed that a hot and steamy room could be that refreshing for his exhausted body and his worn out soul. He giggled when he poured water with a wooden tool onto the scorched stones as he had been told to do by Finland: with a loud ffffffsssssssshhhhhhh it evaporated in a great cloud of hot white steam that filled the space. After some more water and hisses and mist, Latvia sat quietly and decided to mellow out to the sauna and the invigorating effects that it had on him. Within minutes his shoulders loosened up, his limbs got relaxed as they had never got in a long, long time. The stress of months seemed to be melted away from each fiber of his being, leaving his body with a content, pleasant torpor.
No world meetings, no paper works, no Poland’s paper bullet against his head, no Russia to worry about.
It was bliss.
He almost started to feel sleepy when he heard the door crack open. And his eyes felt on one of the last person he expected to meet in such a place.
“G-good morning, Germany,” he greeted politely, as the taller nation entered the room. He also looked surprised. “Good morning to you.”
“H-how come you’re here?,” Latvia asked after a few awkward moments of silence, awe won over by curiosity.
The German took a seat on the bench opposite to his, facing him. “Since Japan introduced me to his onsen* in his country, I grew quite fond of saunas in general. I go to them whenever I get the chance,” he shrugged. “It’s a way to take a break from work and my brother.”
“Oh.”
There was a pause wherein the man shifted lightly. “And what about you?”
“Finland decided that I needed to relax a bit, and brought me here.”
“First time?”
“M-mh,” nodded the smaller nation.
Silence fell upon them again, but not as awkward as the previous one.
Latvia watched, as Germany closed his blue eyes and exhaled lowly, large chest rising and falling with a steady, controlled rhythm. There were few meters between them, but he could see the first drops of sweat forming on his pale skin and trickling down his naked muscles. He clearly saw his frame getting relaxed to the heat: his features mellowed, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber. Less rough, less stiff, no wrinkles on his forehead.
And the thought stroke Latvia like a lighting. He had never seen Germany this exhausted.
The German had always looked so collected and professional in front of all of them, an unshakeable presence throughout every meeting they had gone through all together, year after year, decade after decade, century after century.
He had never seen him this tired, or this natural, for the matter.
Just a man - just like him - searching for a little break from the real world.
Even if Latvia was older than Germany, the latter looked way older - the Baltic nation gave the impression of being a teen of thirteen, fourteen years old, while the other looked over twenty.
Re: Untitled [4/7]
anonymous
October 5 2011, 07:22:18 UTC
Latvia found himself staring, but since the younger nation eyes were closed, he dared to enjoy more in the sight. He watched, ravenous, feeling his heart pumping in his throat and blood rushing towards his crotch, as his gaze glided along his blond hair slicked backward, past closed eyelids, thin lips, and travelled down, to his square shoulders, muscular arms, and then to his strong and big hands, finishing at his long fingertips, trim fingernails. His hungry eyes returned to his broad chest, lingered on his pinky nipples, on the perfectly well-built torso, shaped by constant physical exercises, until the waist, until the pale blond down hidden itself under the soft fabric of towel.
He ran his tongue over his lips.
He wondered how it would feel to touch those statuesque pectorals, how it would be to trace those perfect abdominals, to press at them and feel them against his own skin, his own body…
Wonderful. It would be so wonderful.
For that moment, he was running out of breath. And as he shifted uncomfortably on his seat, with a gasp he caught sight of an eloquent tent in between his legs. The white towel around his groin couldn’t hide his erection anymore.
As he raised his head, he was met by a pair of sky-blue eyes.
Oh God. He saw me.
He wanted to run off the farthest he could from that room.
Yeah, he had to go out of there immediately.
“I-I think I could use a cold shower now,” the Latvian blushed, and made for his retreat, hands between his legs in a fruitless attempt at hiding his evident excitement. He was almost at the door, hand out for reaching the handle, when a firm grip slipped around his waist and stopped him. “I can help you down there,” the German leaned on him, whispering.
Latvia stood petrified and cautiously searched the man’s eyes. Did he hear right? Had he imagined those words? “What?,” he stammered, stupidly enough.
He couldn’t say if the sweet shade of red on the other’s cheeks was due to the high temperature of the sauna or because of what he had said a minute before. Nor could he give a name to the spark in his gaze fixed on him. For the life out of him, he just couldn’t make it out.
In the moment he looked away, terribly embarrassed, Germany grabbed his waist and pushed him against the nearest wall free from the benches, his large, solid and sweaty chest pressed at his skinny back. Latvia shivered when he suddenly felt hot breath on his neck. “I said I can help you down here,” as he purred those words right behind his ear, strong fingers slipped along his side, down his hip and into the inside of his thigh, curling around his already half-hard member.
“Wait! W-what are you -aaah!,” Latvia gasped, trying to squirm out of the man’s grip. But his hold was firm on him, and he was so weak, trembling like a leaf, pinned against the wall with just the other weight, held down by large hands around his thin waist.
Germany’s hand taunted his shaft and ran tentatively along it. With his thumb he rubbed its head, stealing a loud moan from him. “Shh, relax, Lettland*… you’re so tense…”
The smaller nation gulped, closed his eyes and leaned back against Germany. He was afraid of him - so much stronger and bigger than him, he was literally in this man’s hands. For the same reasons though, the thought of his muscular frame wrapped around him felt… safe, almost. Those abdominals and pectorals he had eaten up with his gaze against his smaller body… he gasped and bit his lip.
Right in that moment, the taller nation left a butterfly kiss on his neck, and then on his cheek and on his collarbone, light, almost tickling, while his calloused palms and fingers and knuckles smoothed his hips, fondled his belly, stroked his chest.
“Ah…,” he moaned softly, feeling ashamed for being this noisy and for swelling to full hardness with embarrassing speed. God, he has just started touching me…!
Heat rushed through his body, like lava in his veins - it was too hot in that room. Too hot.
Re: Untitled [5/7]
anonymous
October 5 2011, 07:22:58 UTC
Besides, the gentleness in his touches and kisses left Latvia even more bewildered than if he had used force on him. He surely wasn’t a person known for his kindness and his displays of affection - right the opposite, in his eyes he was almost as scary as his boss: stern and severe and martial, all discipline and work.
It was difficult to reconcile the nation he was scared of with the man pressed against him, eager to pleasure him. He handled his body with the care of a lover - an experienced lover, much to his wonder and pleasure of course -, circling over sensitive spots he wasn’t even aware of until that very day, lingering over scars and fading memories of history and time.
Germany was still and solid behind him and kept him close. He rubbed his fears away, he kept kissing his body gently until he - almost - stopped shaking.
“That’s more like it…,” the man breathed, and his lips pressed once more on the joint of neck and shoulder and teased there, over the over-sensitive skin.
By now, fear was overtaken by the man’s lavishing attentions.
Latvia had never felt so hot and bothered in his entire life. It was unbearable. The heat of the room, the German’s rough fingertips cupping his balls, brushing his member so tenderly and yet so teasingly… it was too much. He felt like he was on fire, he was burning from the inside.
“V-Vācija*…,” he called out.
The taller nation took it as an invitation to go further. There were more kisses on his ear, and cheek, neck, shoulder, and then lips leaving a trail of fire down his shoulder blades, and down along his spine, further down, until he was mouthing lazy circles over the small of his back. Latvia couldn’t help but yelp every time the German nation used his tongue and bit and lapped at his skin, alternating now and then gentle strokes with rougher ones, all sharp pleasure mixed with pain and expectation. He knew there would be marks later, made of a darker shade of pink; yet could it actually, just the mental sight of it, made him wince in pleasure like that?
And he knew, with the same excitement, that Germany was hard as well. He could feel a stiffened pressure against his back.
“Lettland… fehlt dir was*?,” the German groaned.
“… mh?”
“Are you all right?”
He didn’t trust himself to talk, so he offered a shaky nod, which appeased the younger nation enough to keep stroking him with more energy. All he could do was to bite back his moans and whimpers and not to come too fast. He wasn’t going to last to much though. When the German’s long fingers returned to toy with his member he was glad for the strong arm around his waist and the wall in front of him - his knees would have given up minutes ago. He just needed to squeeze and stroke the sack of his balls, the tender flesh under his aching erection wet with pre-come - jā, please…, right there, touch me there! -, to push him to his limit.
A moan louder than the previous ones escaped from his mouth under the renewed teasing assault of the younger nation’s skilled hands - a wave of pure, mindless lust shook his body, from tips to toes -, accompanied by indecent wet and muffled sounds and gasps.
Then his left hand paused on his ass, grabbing and groping, and without thinking, Latvia bucked backward for more friction, his lower body pressing at the hard bulge of Germany. Oh, god… he arched against it, one more time, earning a husky grunt of surprise mixed with thrill.
“Ah…!, Vācija!”
He cried out his name, head falling back against the crouch of Germany’s neck, as he rode his orgasm in his hand, as his hips jerked backward to meet the man’s powerful, frantic thrusts.
Vācija Vācija Vācija.
Latvia stilled, gasped for air. He blinked a couple of times, enjoyed in the sweet aftermath, whispered again the other nation’s name like it was a prayer.
Behind him, the man kept him close, panting.
The Latvian’s eyes widened with a sudden realization.
Re: Untitled [6/7]
anonymous
October 5 2011, 07:23:30 UTC
He turned and was met by a gaze clouded with hunger.
All of a sudden the younger nation was on him, gentleness roughed by need, raising his chin to meet him in a messy, sloppy kiss. He’s kissing me, he’s kissing me. Almost automatically, Latvia opened his mouth for Germany, his hands latching around his neck.
After they parted, Latvia let out a little breath, while Germany started to stroke his body again, his hitching breath tickling at his shoulder. Germany bent over again for another kiss, deeper and longer than the first one, soon followed by another one, and another and another...
Moaning in another kiss, Latvia found himself hard again, his erection standing up, tip touching the bigger and redder one of the other nation.
Latvia hesitantly licked his lips, then slowly, nervously, excitedly, raised a hand. As soon as his fingers fondled his length, Germany let out a sharp gasp, tensing but relaxing immediately, as he watched him work with rapt attention. He didn’t rush him. As quiet as he could, he left him do.
Trying to mimic the fingers on his shaft bringing him to his climax, the Baltic nation brushed his fingertips and palms along his erection, occasionally touching his balls. He stroked tentatively at its head, rubbing his thumb on it, playing with its sensitive skin.
The German closed his eyes and stifled a pleased groan. “Ah, Lettland…”
One of the large young nation’s hands covered one of his, and gently guided it to grip both their members.
Oh God.
Godgodgod.
It was the sweetest friction he had ever felt until that moment.
Softly, Latvia moaned.
And as Germany cupped together their sack balls, Latvia stroked their shafts together, squeezing and fondling like the man did to him before - anything to add to their pleasure, to tell Germany he was loving it. His fists went up and down, earning louder groans and whines from him.
Their strokes then began to move in time with their hips, jerking against each other for more friction, and Germany pumped their erections even harder, making both of them shout and rub with more desire against each other.
Latvia’s voice came out as a cross between a whimper of ecstasy and a high pitched mewl when he came for the second time, his cum on his and Germany’s abdominals, followed soon by the other, who came with a grunt muffled against the crook of his neck.
In that moment, numb and pleasured and exhausted, Latvia slid boneless along the wall, leaning his head against it. He was shaking, even after his release, still unbearably hot and out of breath.
After minutes that seemed hours, he saw the German reaching out for one of their towel, and quietly cleaned him from their come before doing it to himself.
He didn’t know how long their remained like this. After a while, Latvia raised his gaze and he saw the man smiling. He was smiling at him.
The sight of him was simply wonderful. Flushed and sweaty and messy and… satisfied.
Raising a shaky hand to brush away some rebel bangs from his face, he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple. “Cold shower now?”
Re: Untitled - Translations&Notes[7/7]
anonymous
October 5 2011, 07:24:29 UTC
Translations & Notes - Riga: the capital city of Latvia. - Маленькая Латвия: little Latvia [Russian]. - Хорошо: good [Russian]. - Ruotsi: Sweden [Finnish]. - onsen: a term for hot springs in the Japanese language, though it is often used to describe the bathing facilities and inns around the hot springs. - Fehlt dir was?: are you all right? [German]. - Jā : Yes [Latvian]. - Vācija: Germany [Latvian]. - Lettland: Latvia [German]. - Ja: yes [German].
Latvia remained there, watching the Nordic nations walk away, quietly talking to each other, when Finland planted a quick kiss to Sweden cheek and the man went immediately red. He smiled at that, and decided that it was time for entering the sauna.
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Even if it was almost empty - except for the wooden benches and the tray of dark heated stones in the center - the room looked quite comfy. There was no one in it, and its silence and privacy helped calm him down a lot. It was a very welcome change to the noisy and confused meetings with the other nations and his restless everyday life.
All thanks to Finland and Sweden. He made a mental note to thank them for their concern. He took a seat, first a bit uncomfortable due to the unusual high temperature, but quickly melting in it. Once he got accustomed to the heat, his body was covered in sweat. It wasn’t as unpleasant as it sounded. In fact, he felt relaxed as he hasn’t in weeks - no, in months. Hot air filled his lungs and allowed him to breathe more easily, more freely.
The Baltic nation had never believed that a hot and steamy room could be that refreshing for his exhausted body and his worn out soul. He giggled when he poured water with a wooden tool onto the scorched stones as he had been told to do by Finland: with a loud ffffffsssssssshhhhhhh it evaporated in a great cloud of hot white steam that filled the space. After some more water and hisses and mist, Latvia sat quietly and decided to mellow out to the sauna and the invigorating effects that it had on him. Within minutes his shoulders loosened up, his limbs got relaxed as they had never got in a long, long time. The stress of months seemed to be melted away from each fiber of his being, leaving his body with a content, pleasant torpor.
No world meetings, no paper works, no Poland’s paper bullet against his head, no Russia to worry about.
It was bliss.
He almost started to feel sleepy when he heard the door crack open. And his eyes felt on one of the last person he expected to meet in such a place.
“G-good morning, Germany,” he greeted politely, as the taller nation entered the room. He also looked surprised. “Good morning to you.”
“H-how come you’re here?,” Latvia asked after a few awkward moments of silence, awe won over by curiosity.
The German took a seat on the bench opposite to his, facing him. “Since Japan introduced me to his onsen* in his country, I grew quite fond of saunas in general. I go to them whenever I get the chance,” he shrugged. “It’s a way to take a break from work and my brother.”
“Oh.”
There was a pause wherein the man shifted lightly. “And what about you?”
“Finland decided that I needed to relax a bit, and brought me here.”
“First time?”
“M-mh,” nodded the smaller nation.
Silence fell upon them again, but not as awkward as the previous one.
Latvia watched, as Germany closed his blue eyes and exhaled lowly, large chest rising and falling with a steady, controlled rhythm. There were few meters between them, but he could see the first drops of sweat forming on his pale skin and trickling down his naked muscles. He clearly saw his frame getting relaxed to the heat: his features mellowed, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber. Less rough, less stiff, no wrinkles on his forehead.
And the thought stroke Latvia like a lighting. He had never seen Germany this exhausted.
The German had always looked so collected and professional in front of all of them, an unshakeable presence throughout every meeting they had gone through all together, year after year, decade after decade, century after century.
He had never seen him this tired, or this natural, for the matter.
Just a man - just like him - searching for a little break from the real world.
Even if Latvia was older than Germany, the latter looked way older - the Baltic nation gave the impression of being a teen of thirteen, fourteen years old, while the other looked over twenty.
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He ran his tongue over his lips.
He wondered how it would feel to touch those statuesque pectorals, how it would be to trace those perfect abdominals, to press at them and feel them against his own skin, his own body…
Wonderful. It would be so wonderful.
For that moment, he was running out of breath. And as he shifted uncomfortably on his seat, with a gasp he caught sight of an eloquent tent in between his legs. The white towel around his groin couldn’t hide his erection anymore.
As he raised his head, he was met by a pair of sky-blue eyes.
Oh God. He saw me.
He wanted to run off the farthest he could from that room.
Yeah, he had to go out of there immediately.
“I-I think I could use a cold shower now,” the Latvian blushed, and made for his retreat, hands between his legs in a fruitless attempt at hiding his evident excitement. He was almost at the door, hand out for reaching the handle, when a firm grip slipped around his waist and stopped him. “I can help you down there,” the German leaned on him, whispering.
Latvia stood petrified and cautiously searched the man’s eyes. Did he hear right? Had he imagined those words? “What?,” he stammered, stupidly enough.
He couldn’t say if the sweet shade of red on the other’s cheeks was due to the high temperature of the sauna or because of what he had said a minute before. Nor could he give a name to the spark in his gaze fixed on him. For the life out of him, he just couldn’t make it out.
In the moment he looked away, terribly embarrassed, Germany grabbed his waist and pushed him against the nearest wall free from the benches, his large, solid and sweaty chest pressed at his skinny back. Latvia shivered when he suddenly felt hot breath on his neck. “I said I can help you down here,” as he purred those words right behind his ear, strong fingers slipped along his side, down his hip and into the inside of his thigh, curling around his already half-hard member.
“Wait! W-what are you -aaah!,” Latvia gasped, trying to squirm out of the man’s grip. But his hold was firm on him, and he was so weak, trembling like a leaf, pinned against the wall with just the other weight, held down by large hands around his thin waist.
Germany’s hand taunted his shaft and ran tentatively along it. With his thumb he rubbed its head, stealing a loud moan from him. “Shh, relax, Lettland*… you’re so tense…”
The smaller nation gulped, closed his eyes and leaned back against Germany. He was afraid of him - so much stronger and bigger than him, he was literally in this man’s hands. For the same reasons though, the thought of his muscular frame wrapped around him felt… safe, almost. Those abdominals and pectorals he had eaten up with his gaze against his smaller body… he gasped and bit his lip.
Right in that moment, the taller nation left a butterfly kiss on his neck, and then on his cheek and on his collarbone, light, almost tickling, while his calloused palms and fingers and knuckles smoothed his hips, fondled his belly, stroked his chest.
“Ah…,” he moaned softly, feeling ashamed for being this noisy and for swelling to full hardness with embarrassing speed. God, he has just started touching me…!
Heat rushed through his body, like lava in his veins - it was too hot in that room. Too hot.
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It was difficult to reconcile the nation he was scared of with the man pressed against him, eager to pleasure him. He handled his body with the care of a lover - an experienced lover, much to his wonder and pleasure of course -, circling over sensitive spots he wasn’t even aware of until that very day, lingering over scars and fading memories of history and time.
Germany was still and solid behind him and kept him close. He rubbed his fears away, he kept kissing his body gently until he - almost - stopped shaking.
“That’s more like it…,” the man breathed, and his lips pressed once more on the joint of neck and shoulder and teased there, over the over-sensitive skin.
By now, fear was overtaken by the man’s lavishing attentions.
Latvia had never felt so hot and bothered in his entire life. It was unbearable. The heat of the room, the German’s rough fingertips cupping his balls, brushing his member so tenderly and yet so teasingly… it was too much. He felt like he was on fire, he was burning from the inside.
“V-Vācija*…,” he called out.
The taller nation took it as an invitation to go further. There were more kisses on his ear, and cheek, neck, shoulder, and then lips leaving a trail of fire down his shoulder blades, and down along his spine, further down, until he was mouthing lazy circles over the small of his back. Latvia couldn’t help but yelp every time the German nation used his tongue and bit and lapped at his skin, alternating now and then gentle strokes with rougher ones, all sharp pleasure mixed with pain and expectation. He knew there would be marks later, made of a darker shade of pink; yet could it actually, just the mental sight of it, made him wince in pleasure like that?
And he knew, with the same excitement, that Germany was hard as well. He could feel a stiffened pressure against his back.
“Lettland… fehlt dir was*?,” the German groaned.
“… mh?”
“Are you all right?”
He didn’t trust himself to talk, so he offered a shaky nod, which appeased the younger nation enough to keep stroking him with more energy. All he could do was to bite back his moans and whimpers and not to come too fast. He wasn’t going to last to much though. When the German’s long fingers returned to toy with his member he was glad for the strong arm around his waist and the wall in front of him - his knees would have given up minutes ago. He just needed to squeeze and stroke the sack of his balls, the tender flesh under his aching erection wet with pre-come - jā, please…, right there, touch me there! -, to push him to his limit.
A moan louder than the previous ones escaped from his mouth under the renewed teasing assault of the younger nation’s skilled hands - a wave of pure, mindless lust shook his body, from tips to toes -, accompanied by indecent wet and muffled sounds and gasps.
Then his left hand paused on his ass, grabbing and groping, and without thinking, Latvia bucked backward for more friction, his lower body pressing at the hard bulge of Germany. Oh, god… he arched against it, one more time, earning a husky grunt of surprise mixed with thrill.
“Ah…!, Vācija!”
He cried out his name, head falling back against the crouch of Germany’s neck, as he rode his orgasm in his hand, as his hips jerked backward to meet the man’s powerful, frantic thrusts.
Vācija Vācija Vācija.
Latvia stilled, gasped for air. He blinked a couple of times, enjoyed in the sweet aftermath, whispered again the other nation’s name like it was a prayer.
Behind him, the man kept him close, panting.
The Latvian’s eyes widened with a sudden realization.
Germany hasn’t come yet.
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All of a sudden the younger nation was on him, gentleness roughed by need, raising his chin to meet him in a messy, sloppy kiss. He’s kissing me, he’s kissing me. Almost automatically, Latvia opened his mouth for Germany, his hands latching around his neck.
After they parted, Latvia let out a little breath, while Germany started to stroke his body again, his hitching breath tickling at his shoulder. Germany bent over again for another kiss, deeper and longer than the first one, soon followed by another one, and another and another...
Moaning in another kiss, Latvia found himself hard again, his erection standing up, tip touching the bigger and redder one of the other nation.
Latvia hesitantly licked his lips, then slowly, nervously, excitedly, raised a hand. As soon as his fingers fondled his length, Germany let out a sharp gasp, tensing but relaxing immediately, as he watched him work with rapt attention. He didn’t rush him. As quiet as he could, he left him do.
Trying to mimic the fingers on his shaft bringing him to his climax, the Baltic nation brushed his fingertips and palms along his erection, occasionally touching his balls. He stroked tentatively at its head, rubbing his thumb on it, playing with its sensitive skin.
The German closed his eyes and stifled a pleased groan. “Ah, Lettland…”
One of the large young nation’s hands covered one of his, and gently guided it to grip both their members.
Oh God.
Godgodgod.
It was the sweetest friction he had ever felt until that moment.
Softly, Latvia moaned.
And as Germany cupped together their sack balls, Latvia stroked their shafts together, squeezing and fondling like the man did to him before - anything to add to their pleasure, to tell Germany he was loving it. His fists went up and down, earning louder groans and whines from him.
Their strokes then began to move in time with their hips, jerking against each other for more friction, and Germany pumped their erections even harder, making both of them shout and rub with more desire against each other.
Latvia’s voice came out as a cross between a whimper of ecstasy and a high pitched mewl when he came for the second time, his cum on his and Germany’s abdominals, followed soon by the other, who came with a grunt muffled against the crook of his neck.
In that moment, numb and pleasured and exhausted, Latvia slid boneless along the wall, leaning his head against it. He was shaking, even after his release, still unbearably hot and out of breath.
After minutes that seemed hours, he saw the German reaching out for one of their towel, and quietly cleaned him from their come before doing it to himself.
He didn’t know how long their remained like this. After a while, Latvia raised his gaze and he saw the man smiling. He was smiling at him.
The sight of him was simply wonderful. Flushed and sweaty and messy and… satisfied.
Raising a shaky hand to brush away some rebel bangs from his face, he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple. “Cold shower now?”
“Ja*.”
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- Riga: the capital city of Latvia.
- Маленькая Латвия: little Latvia [Russian].
- Хорошо: good [Russian].
- Ruotsi: Sweden [Finnish].
- onsen: a term for hot springs in the Japanese language, though it is often used to describe the bathing facilities and inns around the hot springs.
- Fehlt dir was?: are you all right? [German].
- Jā : Yes [Latvian].
- Vācija: Germany [Latvian].
- Lettland: Latvia [German].
- Ja: yes [German].
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I'll be in my bunk.
and then i'll be in hell maybe but AT LEAST I'M GOING TO MY BUNK FIRST
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This was very delicious, A!A. I think I should go take a cold shower now myself. Thank you for this lovely fill! ♥
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Damn A!Anon...that was hot...and steamy...and sexy...and probably THE BEST FILL I HAVE EVER READ!
Kudos to you A!Anon~
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This pairing...I never knew it existed, but it's wonderful. <3
Thanks for writing!
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