Here's to a Thousand More Just Like It, SuFin (9/10)
anonymous
November 14 2011, 22:04:39 UTC
8:00 PM
By the time the two of them entered the bedroom that evening, Sweden was already trembling with anticipation. Finland had cut the warm ostkaka into small squares which he brought into the bedroom with them, along with a jar of cloudberry jam. These items were set on the bedside table, and Finland gave his lover a small smile of nervous excitement.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take a shower or something first?” he asked.
Sweden took him into his arms and kissed his neck softly. “’S fine. I wanna have some o’ your flavor, too.”
Finland blushed, but didn’t push the matter anymore. Sweden’s hand slid slowly up from Finland’s hip, over his ribs, pushing his shirt up as he went. He intentionally brushed over Finland’s nipple with his fingers as he removed the garment and let it fall to the floor.
Finland’s soft, fair skin was now revealed to his hungry eyes. He ran his fingers lightly up along his spine, then down his ribs, savoring its silky smoothness as he kissed his shoulder. Finland removed Sweden’s shirt for him, and cuddled happily against his lover’s muscular frame. Sweden shivered with pleasure as Finland dipped his head to kiss his nipple. His kisses trailed up Sweden’s chest unhurriedly, up the side of his neck and over his cheek before settling passionately on his lips.
Sweden scooped hi m up and laid him reverently on the bed, nuzzling his nose before claiming his mouth with another kiss. While their mouths were occupied, Sweden ground his still-clothed hips downward into Finland’s. Finland hummed quietly as he met that pressure, slipping his leg in between Sweden’s and rolling his pelvis back and forth, beginning to work himself into an erection against Sweden’s thigh. He could feel the quickly forming tent in the front of Sweden’s pants pressing against his hip with every movement.
Sweden stopped him briefly to unbutton Finland’s jeans, he took hold of the half formed arousal over the top of Finland’s boxers and began to work the shaft at a leisurely pace. His thumb slipped in through the opening in the front of Finland’s boxers and teased around the hole of his cock with a gentle swirling motion. He wanted Finland nice and excited before he proceeded.
“Mm…Sve….” Finland moaned, earning himself another kiss.
Sweden unbuttoned his own jeans and kicked them and his boxers away, freeing his erection at last. Finland’s had grown hard in his hand as well, and he figured he ought to set up. After divesting Finland of his final article of clothing, Sweden began to position the still warm pieces of cake on Finland’s flushed skin. One at the base of his throat, one below each nipple, one in the center of his chest, three along the graceful contour down the middle of his rib cage, one on his bellybutton, one on each gently curving hip bone, and one near the base of his erect cock.
He then popped open the jar of cloudberry jam and used a delicate silver spoon to smear generous dollops of the sweet orange preserve over Finland’s exposed body. Finland shivered as the cool surface of the spoon swirled around his nipples and skated lightly over his stomach, leaving a tangy, sticky trail in its wake.
Satisfied with the arrangement of his dessert, Sweden took the last square of cake from the bowl and touched it to Finland’s lips in silent offering. Finland drew it into his mouth gratefully, licking Sweden’s fingertip as he accepted it. Sweden didn’t wait for Finland to swallow his morsel before gobbling up the square perched at the base of his throat and kissing along the cloudberry jam path.
Finland shuddered with pleasure at the slow progress of Sweden’s lips and tongue as he cleaned up the orange jam, nibbling lightly here and there at the places where he thought it might make Finland feel good. His little gasp as Sweden’s warm tongue curled around his preserve-covered nipple became a breathy moan when their hard cocks suddenly brushed. The smaller blond had to bite his lip and clench his fists to restrain himself from grinding forcefully into Sweden and upsetting the little squares of cake that were still perched on his body.
Here's to a Thousand More Just Like It, SuFin (9.5/10)
anonymous
November 14 2011, 22:08:30 UTC
Sweden’s skillful fingers came down between Finland’s legs to stroke his balls as he devoured the dessert balanced down the center of Finland’s torso. He watched numbly as his husband sat up to swallow his mouthful of ostkaka, deliberately rocking his hips back and forth so that their cocks rubbed against each other. Sweden did this so casually that it almost seemed accidental. Only the brilliant flush on his cheeks and the lustful sparkle in his eye betrayed his deliberateness.
Finland’s arousal was just beginning to throb when Sweden stopped rubbing against him and finally lowered his head to finish off the final few pieces of cake. The already prominent blush on Finland’s cheeks deepened as Sweden’s attentive mouth reached the soft layer of extra chub that he had recently gained around his stomach.
Sweden’s eyes flicked up to meet his as his lips hesitated near it, his gaze filled not with distaste or regret, but with heart-melting adoration and warmth. Finland felt his already astronomical love for Sweden spiral even farther out of control, the beginnings of a lump rising in his throat.
“Jag älskar dig, Fin,” he breathed, kissing along the belly that Finland was so ashamed of. “Jag ska älska dig tills tidens slut.”
Finland bit his lip, forbidding himself to tear up. Sweden’s tongue cleared away the final traces of cloudberry jam before he lifted his head once more. Finland tangled his fingers into Sweden’s short, choppy hair, tugging him closer for a desperately passionate kiss. Sweden’s tongue slipped into Finland’s mouth, sharing the lingering, subtle flavor of sweet berries, almond, and cream. Finland’s legs wrapped around Sweden’s waist, and he pleasured himself against Sweden frantically.
Sweden broke their kiss with a quiet moan. He persuaded Finland to get up on his hands and knees so that he could position himself behind him, grinding the head of his rock-hard cock against Finland’s perineum while his hand stroked Finland’s throbbing shaft. His thrusts became increasingly fervent and erratic as his enjoyment soared, his arousal slipping between Finland’s legs so that their hard lengths slid against each other.
“Ah… Ngh, Sve… Minä rakastan sinua,” Finland gasped, his toes curling with pleasure at the swift approach of his orgasm. Precome was gathering on the head of his cock. “Mi-minä rakastan sinua… ahhh… mm…”
Sweden bit Finland’s shoulder, increasing the speed of his thrusts and stroking even further. Finland was shivering arousingly beneath him and he knew that Finland was about to come. He could feel his balls contracting, signaling that his own release was near.
Suddenly, he felt Finland’s muscles tense beneath him. Two more thrusts caused his own to clench and he rode the shocks of Finland’s body quaking on its orgasm as his own hit. Finland’s come was shooting through his fingers as his splattered the quivering end of Finland’s cock and up his jam-sticky torso.
Finland rolled wearily out from underneath Sweden and collapsed onto his back, sweating and breathing hard. Sweden flopped down next to him, pulling him close and nuzzling a tender kiss into his perspiration-damp hair. Finland returned those kisses tenfold along Sweden’s throat, whispering reaffirmations of love with each one, feeling a bit frustrated by the inability of language to express the true depth and sincerity of his feelings.
“Jag älskar dig, Fin" = (Swedish) "I love you, Fin."
“Jag ska älska dig tills tidens slut” = (Swedish) "I'll love you until the end of time."
Here's to a Thousand More Just Like It, SuFin (10/10)
anonymous
November 14 2011, 22:10:31 UTC
9:00 PM
Steam rolled out into the bedroom as Sweden and Finland, skin still flushed from the hot water of their shower, emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, towel drying their hair. Finland stripped away the soiled sheet and tossed it aside for later laundering before climbing into bed with his beloved husband.
The smaller blond couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so exhausted. It had already been a tiring day, but after their special dessert course and the second round they’d had in the shower, Finland was so grateful to be returning to his warm bed. He set the alarm for the next day while Sweden made himself comfortable, then snuggled happily up to his husband.
Sweden accepted him into his embrace, rubbing his back lazily. Finland inhaled against Sweden’s skin, relishing the fresh scent of soap and shampoo, then kissed him. No words passed between them. No words were needed. Both already knew that the other one felt exactly as he did; sated, blissful, and full of affection so profound that words would be insufficient to articulate it.
Finland’s eyelids grew heavier with every passing minute. Sweden’s warmth, steady heartbeat, pleasant scent, and gentle touch were lulling him quickly into a contented doze. The last thing that he was aware of before he drifted off completely was the slight pressure of Sweden’s lips against his.
By the time the two of them entered the bedroom that evening, Sweden was already trembling with anticipation. Finland had cut the warm ostkaka into small squares which he brought into the bedroom with them, along with a jar of cloudberry jam. These items were set on the bedside table, and Finland gave his lover a small smile of nervous excitement.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take a shower or something first?” he asked.
Sweden took him into his arms and kissed his neck softly. “’S fine. I wanna have some o’ your flavor, too.”
Finland blushed, but didn’t push the matter anymore. Sweden’s hand slid slowly up from Finland’s hip, over his ribs, pushing his shirt up as he went. He intentionally brushed over Finland’s nipple with his fingers as he removed the garment and let it fall to the floor.
Finland’s soft, fair skin was now revealed to his hungry eyes. He ran his fingers lightly up along his spine, then down his ribs, savoring its silky smoothness as he kissed his shoulder. Finland removed Sweden’s shirt for him, and cuddled happily against his lover’s muscular frame. Sweden shivered with pleasure as Finland dipped his head to kiss his nipple. His kisses trailed up Sweden’s chest unhurriedly, up the side of his neck and over his cheek before settling passionately on his lips.
Sweden scooped hi m up and laid him reverently on the bed, nuzzling his nose before claiming his mouth with another kiss. While their mouths were occupied, Sweden ground his still-clothed hips downward into Finland’s. Finland hummed quietly as he met that pressure, slipping his leg in between Sweden’s and rolling his pelvis back and forth, beginning to work himself into an erection against Sweden’s thigh. He could feel the quickly forming tent in the front of Sweden’s pants pressing against his hip with every movement.
Sweden stopped him briefly to unbutton Finland’s jeans, he took hold of the half formed arousal over the top of Finland’s boxers and began to work the shaft at a leisurely pace. His thumb slipped in through the opening in the front of Finland’s boxers and teased around the hole of his cock with a gentle swirling motion. He wanted Finland nice and excited before he proceeded.
“Mm…Sve….” Finland moaned, earning himself another kiss.
Sweden unbuttoned his own jeans and kicked them and his boxers away, freeing his erection at last. Finland’s had grown hard in his hand as well, and he figured he ought to set up. After divesting Finland of his final article of clothing, Sweden began to position the still warm pieces of cake on Finland’s flushed skin. One at the base of his throat, one below each nipple, one in the center of his chest, three along the graceful contour down the middle of his rib cage, one on his bellybutton, one on each gently curving hip bone, and one near the base of his erect cock.
He then popped open the jar of cloudberry jam and used a delicate silver spoon to smear generous dollops of the sweet orange preserve over Finland’s exposed body. Finland shivered as the cool surface of the spoon swirled around his nipples and skated lightly over his stomach, leaving a tangy, sticky trail in its wake.
Satisfied with the arrangement of his dessert, Sweden took the last square of cake from the bowl and touched it to Finland’s lips in silent offering. Finland drew it into his mouth gratefully, licking Sweden’s fingertip as he accepted it. Sweden didn’t wait for Finland to swallow his morsel before gobbling up the square perched at the base of his throat and kissing along the cloudberry jam path.
Finland shuddered with pleasure at the slow progress of Sweden’s lips and tongue as he cleaned up the orange jam, nibbling lightly here and there at the places where he thought it might make Finland feel good. His little gasp as Sweden’s warm tongue curled around his preserve-covered nipple became a breathy moan when their hard cocks suddenly brushed. The smaller blond had to bite his lip and clench his fists to restrain himself from grinding forcefully into Sweden and upsetting the little squares of cake that were still perched on his body.
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Finland’s arousal was just beginning to throb when Sweden stopped rubbing against him and finally lowered his head to finish off the final few pieces of cake. The already prominent blush on Finland’s cheeks deepened as Sweden’s attentive mouth reached the soft layer of extra chub that he had recently gained around his stomach.
Sweden’s eyes flicked up to meet his as his lips hesitated near it, his gaze filled not with distaste or regret, but with heart-melting adoration and warmth. Finland felt his already astronomical love for Sweden spiral even farther out of control, the beginnings of a lump rising in his throat.
“Jag älskar dig, Fin,” he breathed, kissing along the belly that Finland was so ashamed of. “Jag ska älska dig tills tidens slut.”
Finland bit his lip, forbidding himself to tear up. Sweden’s tongue cleared away the final traces of cloudberry jam before he lifted his head once more. Finland tangled his fingers into Sweden’s short, choppy hair, tugging him closer for a desperately passionate kiss. Sweden’s tongue slipped into Finland’s mouth, sharing the lingering, subtle flavor of sweet berries, almond, and cream. Finland’s legs wrapped around Sweden’s waist, and he pleasured himself against Sweden frantically.
Sweden broke their kiss with a quiet moan. He persuaded Finland to get up on his hands and knees so that he could position himself behind him, grinding the head of his rock-hard cock against Finland’s perineum while his hand stroked Finland’s throbbing shaft. His thrusts became increasingly fervent and erratic as his enjoyment soared, his arousal slipping between Finland’s legs so that their hard lengths slid against each other.
“Ah… Ngh, Sve… Minä rakastan sinua,” Finland gasped, his toes curling with pleasure at the swift approach of his orgasm. Precome was gathering on the head of his cock. “Mi-minä rakastan sinua… ahhh… mm…”
Sweden bit Finland’s shoulder, increasing the speed of his thrusts and stroking even further. Finland was shivering arousingly beneath him and he knew that Finland was about to come. He could feel his balls contracting, signaling that his own release was near.
Suddenly, he felt Finland’s muscles tense beneath him. Two more thrusts caused his own to clench and he rode the shocks of Finland’s body quaking on its orgasm as his own hit. Finland’s come was shooting through his fingers as his splattered the quivering end of Finland’s cock and up his jam-sticky torso.
Finland rolled wearily out from underneath Sweden and collapsed onto his back, sweating and breathing hard. Sweden flopped down next to him, pulling him close and nuzzling a tender kiss into his perspiration-damp hair. Finland returned those kisses tenfold along Sweden’s throat, whispering reaffirmations of love with each one, feeling a bit frustrated by the inability of language to express the true depth and sincerity of his feelings.
“Jag älskar dig, Fin" = (Swedish) "I love you, Fin."
“Jag ska älska dig tills tidens slut” = (Swedish) "I'll love you until the end of time."
"Minä rakastan sinua" = (Finnish) "I love you"
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Steam rolled out into the bedroom as Sweden and Finland, skin still flushed from the hot water of their shower, emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, towel drying their hair. Finland stripped away the soiled sheet and tossed it aside for later laundering before climbing into bed with his beloved husband.
The smaller blond couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so exhausted. It had already been a tiring day, but after their special dessert course and the second round they’d had in the shower, Finland was so grateful to be returning to his warm bed. He set the alarm for the next day while Sweden made himself comfortable, then snuggled happily up to his husband.
Sweden accepted him into his embrace, rubbing his back lazily. Finland inhaled against Sweden’s skin, relishing the fresh scent of soap and shampoo, then kissed him. No words passed between them. No words were needed. Both already knew that the other one felt exactly as he did; sated, blissful, and full of affection so profound that words would be insufficient to articulate it.
Finland’s eyelids grew heavier with every passing minute. Sweden’s warmth, steady heartbeat, pleasant scent, and gentle touch were lulling him quickly into a contented doze. The last thing that he was aware of before he drifted off completely was the slight pressure of Sweden’s lips against his.
Finland ended his day in Sweden’s arms.
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Anyway, this was just... awesome. I loved it, couldn't get enough of it but am somehow content.
I think I like the ending the best. <3
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