With Clean Motive, 1/3
anonymous
June 4 2009, 17:48:25 UTC
Delayed update is delayed. Will be more diligent about that in the future.
The first day of the 2009 World Meeting had ended like most others; Finland inputting little and Sweden even less. It was dark by the time they exited the building for a late dinner, and when they returned to the hotel for bed only America and England were congregated in the main foyer: America, the bundle of never-ending energy; England on a completely different timezone. Finland interrupted their bickering with a goodnight, and he and Sweden made their way to their room.
Sweden had, of course, booked a room with a single bed, and was intent on using it to punctuate their boring day with a pulse-pounding night, but his wife seemed to have his own plans.
"I'll go start the bath," Finland said with a smile and disappeared into the bathroom. Sweden watched his wife go, loosening his tie and sighing. When the rough torrent of faucet water hitting the porcelain tub reached his ears Tino poked his head out of the hotel bathroom door.
"Su-san? Do you want to go first?"
Sweden shook his head and sat on the bed, removing his shoes and socks as Finland shut the door.
After his wife had left the steaming bathroom toweling his hair, a white robe hanging over his shoulders, Sweden passed him on his way to the hot, hot room. Berwald set his clothing and overnight bag on the sink and undressed, slid into the practically scalding water Tino had left for him, wincing slightly. He had to ease himself in the entire way, his body on fire, and he just sat for a moment to soak.
Sweden wet his hair and grabbed his own personal toiletries from the overnight bag and lathered shampoo into his hair, immersing himself into the water.
When he reemerged, his heart tripped over its own beat.
"Tino?" Sweden sat upright immediately, surprise almost made evident by his facial features. A blushing Finland smiled. His robe slipped loosely off of one shoulder displaying a small expanse of smooth, white, tempting flesh as he ran his right index finger along the porcelain edge of the bath.
"I've still got some shampoo in my hair that I didn't rinse out properly," he said, his eyes the very picture of mock innocence. "Can I join you, Su-san?"
Re: With Clean Motive, 1/3
anonymous
June 5 2009, 20:08:27 UTC
OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO YOU UPDATING THIS LIKE BURNING. I LOVE YOU SO FREAKIN' MUCH, WRITERANON. Sweden in a suit = dies of hotness. Srsly.
With Clean Motive, 2/3
anonymous
July 1 2010, 13:32:46 UTC
You guys have been so so sweet, and it's been what, a year? Good gravy. I'm a terrible anon... I shall remedy this immediately, y/y?
reCAPTCHA: long-sought bloodied. But CAPTCHA, I have so much life left to live! I'm updating now, I promise!
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"'Course," Sweden replied, straightening a bit and holding out his hand so as not to allow his 'wife' to take a nasty fall on the slippery bathtub floor. Smiling softly, an attractive flush in his cheeks, Finland accepted the hand and stepped into the bath, rewarding Sweden's thoughtfulness by casually allowing his pert backside to slide down Sweden's torso. He settled his back against the chiseled front of his lover, perched fittingly between his thick muscled thighs, and resumed the poor, thinly-veiled excuse for joining Sweden in the tub by sliding down into the water, his blond locks swaying about under the water as he smiled up at Sweden before finding purchase on Sweden's convenient knees and slowly pushing himself back up that much-loved, solid body.
Beneath his shoulder he could feel Sweden's heart pound and his smile lost its innocent edge.
"Su-san," he said, looping his forefinger down from Sweden's knee along the pale, taut flesh until he reached mid-thigh. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"
The water wasn't so cloudy from the bubbles that Sweden couldn't see the evidence of Finland's eagerness, he was sure, and even if he missed it, Finland was not one to waste an opportunity and as a pair of solid arms slowly began to wrap themselves around his waist, Finland reached up to twine his around Sweden's neck, arching his back just so to really catch the Swede's attention.
Berwald made a noise of mixed surprise and desire, and if that didn't just make Finland's blood hotter than Iceland's volcano.
"Su-san," he groaned, rolling his hips to feel again the awakening member he was seated against. His own hardness throbbed and ached for Sweden's hands, slow and deliberate and so, so good. He leaned his head back against Sweden's shoulder with the man hoisted his legs up, spreading them so widely that they overlapped Sweden's own and locked over and behind Sweden's knees. Finland arched his back, that small honest part of him popping up cheerfully, breaking the water's surface in its eagerness for Sweden.
Berwald was never one to disappoint.
With a sure, steady hand, he cradled Finland's need, stimulating it with corkscrew rhythm that had Finland panting and begging in ten seconds flat. "Nng, S-Su-sa-ahh," he gasped, wriggling and writhing and locked in Sweden's lap. Something very thick and hard reacted sweetly to the motions and Sweden grunted. He used the hand that was currently massaging Finland's thigh far lower, pressing against the tiny pucker of flesh that was supposed to encase all of his need.
Tino keened at that, spreading his legs impossibly wider and trying in vain to lower his hips onto those fingers. Fulfilling his desire to always please his wife, Berwald pressed one in, hushing Tino gently when he immediately demanded more.
"'S been a while," growled the soft voice in his ear, making tingles race all up and down Finland's spine. "Y're tight. Be still."
Whimpering, Tino nodded and tried to hold his frantic hips steady as Sweden prepared him. After a moment and another finger push-twisting into Tino, driving him up the wall with desire, Berwald himself could no longer resist the sweet pleas and mewls of his lover and stroked that tiny bundle of nerves once more just to see Finland writhe before pulling out and tugging Finland flush against him, reaching down into the warm water to take his throbbing ache and positioned it against Tino. Taking Finland's frantic, "hurry!" as reason enough to presume that he was ready, Sweden's hands held fast around the other's slim waist as he rolled his hips upward, breaching that deliciously tight hole.
The first day of the 2009 World Meeting had ended like most others; Finland inputting little and Sweden even less. It was dark by the time they exited the building for a late dinner, and when they returned to the hotel for bed only America and England were congregated in the main foyer: America, the bundle of never-ending energy; England on a completely different timezone. Finland interrupted their bickering with a goodnight, and he and Sweden made their way to their room.
Sweden had, of course, booked a room with a single bed, and was intent on using it to punctuate their boring day with a pulse-pounding night, but his wife seemed to have his own plans.
"I'll go start the bath," Finland said with a smile and disappeared into the bathroom. Sweden watched his wife go, loosening his tie and sighing. When the rough torrent of faucet water hitting the porcelain tub reached his ears Tino poked his head out of the hotel bathroom door.
"Su-san? Do you want to go first?"
Sweden shook his head and sat on the bed, removing his shoes and socks as Finland shut the door.
After his wife had left the steaming bathroom toweling his hair, a white robe hanging over his shoulders, Sweden passed him on his way to the hot, hot room. Berwald set his clothing and overnight bag on the sink and undressed, slid into the practically scalding water Tino had left for him, wincing slightly. He had to ease himself in the entire way, his body on fire, and he just sat for a moment to soak.
Sweden wet his hair and grabbed his own personal toiletries from the overnight bag and lathered shampoo into his hair, immersing himself into the water.
When he reemerged, his heart tripped over its own beat.
"Tino?" Sweden sat upright immediately, surprise almost made evident by his facial features. A blushing Finland smiled. His robe slipped loosely off of one shoulder displaying a small expanse of smooth, white, tempting flesh as he ran his right index finger along the porcelain edge of the bath.
"I've still got some shampoo in my hair that I didn't rinse out properly," he said, his eyes the very picture of mock innocence. "Can I join you, Su-san?"
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"surprise almost made evident by his facial features"
I love you, writer!anon.
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I can't wait for the next part anon....!
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reCaptcha agrees: goners other.
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reCAPTCHA: long-sought bloodied. But CAPTCHA, I have so much life left to live! I'm updating now, I promise!
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"'Course," Sweden replied, straightening a bit and holding out his hand so as not to allow his 'wife' to take a nasty fall on the slippery bathtub floor. Smiling softly, an attractive flush in his cheeks, Finland accepted the hand and stepped into the bath, rewarding Sweden's thoughtfulness by casually allowing his pert backside to slide down Sweden's torso. He settled his back against the chiseled front of his lover, perched fittingly between his thick muscled thighs, and resumed the poor, thinly-veiled excuse for joining Sweden in the tub by sliding down into the water, his blond locks swaying about under the water as he smiled up at Sweden before finding purchase on Sweden's convenient knees and slowly pushing himself back up that much-loved, solid body.
Beneath his shoulder he could feel Sweden's heart pound and his smile lost its innocent edge.
"Su-san," he said, looping his forefinger down from Sweden's knee along the pale, taut flesh until he reached mid-thigh. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"
The water wasn't so cloudy from the bubbles that Sweden couldn't see the evidence of Finland's eagerness, he was sure, and even if he missed it, Finland was not one to waste an opportunity and as a pair of solid arms slowly began to wrap themselves around his waist, Finland reached up to twine his around Sweden's neck, arching his back just so to really catch the Swede's attention.
Berwald made a noise of mixed surprise and desire, and if that didn't just make Finland's blood hotter than Iceland's volcano.
"Su-san," he groaned, rolling his hips to feel again the awakening member he was seated against. His own hardness throbbed and ached for Sweden's hands, slow and deliberate and so, so good. He leaned his head back against Sweden's shoulder with the man hoisted his legs up, spreading them so widely that they overlapped Sweden's own and locked over and behind Sweden's knees. Finland arched his back, that small honest part of him popping up cheerfully, breaking the water's surface in its eagerness for Sweden.
Berwald was never one to disappoint.
With a sure, steady hand, he cradled Finland's need, stimulating it with corkscrew rhythm that had Finland panting and begging in ten seconds flat. "Nng, S-Su-sa-ahh," he gasped, wriggling and writhing and locked in Sweden's lap. Something very thick and hard reacted sweetly to the motions and Sweden grunted. He used the hand that was currently massaging Finland's thigh far lower, pressing against the tiny pucker of flesh that was supposed to encase all of his need.
Tino keened at that, spreading his legs impossibly wider and trying in vain to lower his hips onto those fingers. Fulfilling his desire to always please his wife, Berwald pressed one in, hushing Tino gently when he immediately demanded more.
"'S been a while," growled the soft voice in his ear, making tingles race all up and down Finland's spine. "Y're tight. Be still."
Whimpering, Tino nodded and tried to hold his frantic hips steady as Sweden prepared him. After a moment and another finger push-twisting into Tino, driving him up the wall with desire, Berwald himself could no longer resist the sweet pleas and mewls of his lover and stroked that tiny bundle of nerves once more just to see Finland writhe before pulling out and tugging Finland flush against him, reaching down into the warm water to take his throbbing ache and positioned it against Tino. Taking Finland's frantic, "hurry!" as reason enough to presume that he was ready, Sweden's hands held fast around the other's slim waist as he rolled his hips upward, breaching that deliciously tight hole.
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ahem, keep going anon.
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Please continue!!
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