Russia pulled the bottle away and looked down at the small blond head bobbing up and down. He grinned down at his father and let the bottle fall off the couch to the floor before moaning loudly.
"Doctor..." He ground out.
Russia's cock no longer tasted of Vodka, thus Latvia slowed his pace, running his tongue up and down one side then the other. He felt ripple like veins and tried to imagine the taste again, the ever forgiving Vodka before a strong hand was placed on the back of his head.
"Be thourough, doctor Gallante..." Russia mumbled as he pressed Latvia's head down. Russia's thick sack pressed against his lips and he opened his mouth to them, sucking further. Latvia felt hot tears welling up at his eyes and feared what would happen should they fall on his "patient." A doctor's tears were a bad omen, after all. At least to him they were, the only baby ever born and garanteed to survive and live thus causing the birthing doctor to weep. He screwed his eyes shut, the salty pain causing him to suck more strongly and work his way back up to the erect flesh. He could hear Russia moaning as he kissed the tip, delicate lips doing their best.
After some time of this, he heard Russia growl and warm salty fluid sprayed quite strongly into his mouth, some even going down his throat in the first shot. Latvia kept his mouth clamped over Russia's member, sucking and swollowing rythmically as more come flowed. When he pulled off, one final shot got him leaving a sloppy white streak going from his chin to the side of his nose. He sat up and looked at Russia whose head was tilted to the side, eyes hazy and a lazy, lopsided grin on his face.
"You have a clean bill of health." Latvia said, trying to ignore the come on his face. Apparently Russia wasn't as he leaned forward, swiped the liquid off and allowed Latvia to suckle it from his fingers.
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June 1 2009, 05:07:19 UTC
"Of course I do. I should know; I am the doctor now." He said, mirth in his voice. Latvia's eyes widened and not even a second later Russia had pushed in down on his back, pinning him. "And I must have your temperature." Russia hefted Latvia into his arms and walked, naked save for scarf, over to the bed that was in the room. Once again on his back, Latvia watched as Russia lifted up the small, deep purple wand he'd retrieved earlier. It was a little more than half as thick as a soda can. Before Russia could press it against his lips, Latvia opened up and allowed the plastic rod to enter his mouth. He closed his eyes and worked his tongue. Russia pulled it out abruptly. He opened his eyes.
"W-What is it?"
"Hm?" Russia was staring intently at.
"W-w-what is my t-temperature?" He asked.
"I don't know yet, tovarische. I haven't taken it yet." Russia pushed him down again and tore off his pants. "Now I will take it." Latvia's eyes widened as he felt the thing press inside him quickly. They squeezed shut as Russia struggled with the thing, forcing it through Latvia's protesting body.
"Let me. Take. Your-temperature!" Russia grunted angrily, forcing it.
"I-I-I-CAN'T! IT HURTS!" Latvia only just didn't shriek from the invasive pain. Russia slid the wand back and forth as Latvia's body slowly let up on its grip. In and out, in and out until finally Russia pushed it in to the health.
"Now, just how healthy are you?" Russia's voice was back to its merry yet maniacal tone. He twisted the end of the wand and it began to vibrate. Latvia's eyes shot open and he screamed.
"AAAAAAGGH! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOOOOP!" He wailed as he began bucking and thrashing, trying to get away. He only succeeded in making the already sinfully pleasurable feeling affect him more. His whole body was on fire, the flames licking from within him. Russia grinned thought Latvia could not see this-he was too busy flaily about.
When Latvia finally came, his back was arched off the bed. Russia knelt down and lapped at his chest and stomach, cleaning it of cum. He gently (unbelievably enough) pulled the dildo out of his youngest brother and picked him up.
"Tovarische, you are very ill. I have some medecine for you." Russia still held Latvia but he placed his unsteady feet on the floor. He'd walked them over to another drawer, this one with an unusualy display and glasses atop. "You are ill and you need only my finest medecine." Latvia's eye's widened when Russia slid some blocks into place forming a bear claw (a puzzle lock? how horrifying) and quickly pulled the drawer open. Inside was bottle after bottle of Grey Goose, Finlandia and even some Lucid absinthe. Under lock and key? Ivan really didn't want anyone to know that he partook in drink that wasn't Russian. Raivis' mouth watered and suddenly all of the pain in his violated rear was quickly being pushed to the back of his mind.
"This is my strongest medecine. It will make you happy and sad but most importantly pain free and healthy. Drink until everything turns black and you begin to sleep." With that, Ivan unceremonioulsy dropped his patient to the ground and gathered up his clothes. Before he could even leave the room, Raivis was already slumped agains the wall, tears in his eyes, bottle to his lips, sucking.
"Doctor..." He ground out.
Russia's cock no longer tasted of Vodka, thus Latvia slowed his pace, running his tongue up and down one side then the other. He felt ripple like veins and tried to imagine the taste again, the ever forgiving Vodka before a strong hand was placed on the back of his head.
"Be thourough, doctor Gallante..." Russia mumbled as he pressed Latvia's head down. Russia's thick sack pressed against his lips and he opened his mouth to them, sucking further. Latvia felt hot tears welling up at his eyes and feared what would happen should they fall on his "patient." A doctor's tears were a bad omen, after all. At least to him they were, the only baby ever born and garanteed to survive and live thus causing the birthing doctor to weep. He screwed his eyes shut, the salty pain causing him to suck more strongly and work his way back up to the erect flesh. He could hear Russia moaning as he kissed the tip, delicate lips doing their best.
After some time of this, he heard Russia growl and warm salty fluid sprayed quite strongly into his mouth, some even going down his throat in the first shot. Latvia kept his mouth clamped over Russia's member, sucking and swollowing rythmically as more come flowed. When he pulled off, one final shot got him leaving a sloppy white streak going from his chin to the side of his nose. He sat up and looked at Russia whose head was tilted to the side, eyes hazy and a lazy, lopsided grin on his face.
"You have a clean bill of health." Latvia said, trying to ignore the come on his face. Apparently Russia wasn't as he leaned forward, swiped the liquid off and allowed Latvia to suckle it from his fingers.
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"W-What is it?"
"Hm?" Russia was staring intently at.
"W-w-what is my t-temperature?" He asked.
"I don't know yet, tovarische. I haven't taken it yet." Russia pushed him down again and tore off his pants. "Now I will take it." Latvia's eyes widened as he felt the thing press inside him quickly. They squeezed shut as Russia struggled with the thing, forcing it through Latvia's protesting body.
"Let me. Take. Your-temperature!" Russia grunted angrily, forcing it.
"I-I-I-CAN'T! IT HURTS!" Latvia only just didn't shriek from the invasive pain. Russia slid the wand back and forth as Latvia's body slowly let up on its grip. In and out, in and out until finally Russia pushed it in to the health.
"Now, just how healthy are you?" Russia's voice was back to its merry yet maniacal tone. He twisted the end of the wand and it began to vibrate. Latvia's eyes shot open and he screamed.
"AAAAAAGGH! STOPSTOPSTOPSTOOOOP!" He wailed as he began bucking and thrashing, trying to get away. He only succeeded in making the already sinfully pleasurable feeling affect him more. His whole body was on fire, the flames licking from within him. Russia grinned thought Latvia could not see this-he was too busy flaily about.
When Latvia finally came, his back was arched off the bed. Russia knelt down and lapped at his chest and stomach, cleaning it of cum. He gently (unbelievably enough) pulled the dildo out of his youngest brother and picked him up.
"Tovarische, you are very ill. I have some medecine for you." Russia still held Latvia but he placed his unsteady feet on the floor. He'd walked them over to another drawer, this one with an unusualy display and glasses atop. "You are ill and you need only my finest medecine." Latvia's eye's widened when Russia slid some blocks into place forming a bear claw (a puzzle lock? how horrifying) and quickly pulled the drawer open. Inside was bottle after bottle of Grey Goose, Finlandia and even some Lucid absinthe. Under lock and key? Ivan really didn't want anyone to know that he partook in drink that wasn't Russian. Raivis' mouth watered and suddenly all of the pain in his violated rear was quickly being pushed to the back of his mind.
"This is my strongest medecine. It will make you happy and sad but most importantly pain free and healthy. Drink until everything turns black and you begin to sleep." With that, Ivan unceremonioulsy dropped his patient to the ground and gathered up his clothes. Before he could even leave the room, Raivis was already slumped agains the wall, tears in his eyes, bottle to his lips, sucking.
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