Re: Breaking fences (3)
anonymous
January 27 2009, 09:05:40 UTC
Ivan opened his eyes when Yao became gentle. China had slowed his thrusts almost to an imperceptible swing, and the rush of his breathing was dangerously close to Russia’s nipple. Ivan found himself unswervingly looking into China’s hair, China’s black, black hair.
“China,” he said, “China, please touch me. Why won’t you touch me?”
And China’s mouth fell on Ivan’s left nipple, tickling the tip with the tip of his tongue, while Russia pressed himself upward into the moist warmth. Soon that beautiful mouth was moving across Ivan’s chest, infecting him with pleasure. After a while, Russia realized that his face, too, was wet with tears, and that between their gasps and the sounds of skin-on-skin, there mingled his own “please, please,” and China’s softer, “yes, Ivan, yes.” And China’s hand was mapping his skin, across the side of his neck, in the crook of his shoulder, over his ribs, his sternum, his heart, tracing scars that he didn’t show. Of course, Ivan thought, China would know where his pains would be. He too, after all, was covered with them. And that, of course, explained Yao’s hands, explained his tears, explained this room, explained them. And he couldn’t stop but said,
“China. China, why can’t I undress you?”
And the belt was gone from his wrists. All he had to do, he thought, was ask sincerely. Yao allowed him to pull his shirt from his body while they remained connected where it mattered most, and Russia admired him from below, touching his skin, across the side of his neck, in the crook of his shoulder, over his ribs, his sternum, his heart, and their touches suddenly became more frenzied as they both neared their climax. China’s forehead was against his chest, where he had pulled him by a lover’s grasp in that mad, silken hair, and China’s hand was everywhere on his erection, pulling, coaxing, loving, and they both cried out their release.
They lay together sometime, while China dried Ivan’s residual tears by a quiet smile with traces of recovering sarcasm. “That wasn’t bad, was it?” Yao asked, although Ivan suspected it was less and more than a question. He looked to China, and the latter, with catlike quickness, was straddling him once more, his hands around Ivan’s face, his thumbs at the corners of his eyes, where the last tears were pooled. China pointed to his own heart, and to Russia. “This is yours,” he said. And pointed to Russia’s heart, and to himself. “And this, you remember, will always be mine.”
Re: Breaking fences (3)
anonymous
January 29 2009, 17:43:45 UTC
FFFFFFFFFFFFFF! Can't believe I didn't see this before! Writer-anon please remember to add your fills to the masterlist! (I've gone ahead and done it for you this time, XD)
second-rate and exceedingly economical, the way the westerners liked them
Ha loved that line. Loved all of it actually. China topping = ♥ UNF.
Re: Breaking fences (3)
anonymous
April 23 2009, 11:16:35 UTC
Hey there anon, have my babiez?
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE this fic, its so well written! It has a mix of sexy, cute and funny in one making it a instant win. Please write more China/Russia, theyre so damn HOT! Good job anon!
“China,” he said, “China, please touch me. Why won’t you touch me?”
And China’s mouth fell on Ivan’s left nipple, tickling the tip with the tip of his tongue, while Russia pressed himself upward into the moist warmth. Soon that beautiful mouth was moving across Ivan’s chest, infecting him with pleasure. After a while, Russia realized that his face, too, was wet with tears, and that between their gasps and the sounds of skin-on-skin, there mingled his own “please, please,” and China’s softer, “yes, Ivan, yes.” And China’s hand was mapping his skin, across the side of his neck, in the crook of his shoulder, over his ribs, his sternum, his heart, tracing scars that he didn’t show. Of course, Ivan thought, China would know where his pains would be. He too, after all, was covered with them. And that, of course, explained Yao’s hands, explained his tears, explained this room, explained them. And he couldn’t stop but said,
“China. China, why can’t I undress you?”
And the belt was gone from his wrists. All he had to do, he thought, was ask sincerely. Yao allowed him to pull his shirt from his body while they remained connected where it mattered most, and Russia admired him from below, touching his skin, across the side of his neck, in the crook of his shoulder, over his ribs, his sternum, his heart, and their touches suddenly became more frenzied as they both neared their climax. China’s forehead was against his chest, where he had pulled him by a lover’s grasp in that mad, silken hair, and China’s hand was everywhere on his erection, pulling, coaxing, loving, and they both cried out their release.
They lay together sometime, while China dried Ivan’s residual tears by a quiet smile with traces of recovering sarcasm. “That wasn’t bad, was it?” Yao asked, although Ivan suspected it was less and more than a question. He looked to China, and the latter, with catlike quickness, was straddling him once more, his hands around Ivan’s face, his thumbs at the corners of his eyes, where the last tears were pooled. China pointed to his own heart, and to Russia. “This is yours,” he said. And pointed to Russia’s heart, and to himself. “And this, you remember, will always be mine.”
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And the ending. Oh my god. The ending~~ *massive love*
You anon, deserve many, many internets for this.
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second-rate and exceedingly economical, the way the westerners liked them
Ha loved that line. Loved all of it actually. China topping = ♥ UNF.
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Love the ending. Seriously. Xx
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...L-LOL. :D
This fic is amazing, author!anon! ^^
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ah, so brittle and painful and perfect, and the bit about the clothes broke my heart. Russia's history IS so messy and difficult, and just...*flails*
also, cheep American flags used as a gag = WIN
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I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE this fic, its so well written! It has a mix of sexy, cute and funny in one making it a instant win. Please write more China/Russia, theyre so damn HOT! Good job anon!
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