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.
reCAPTCHA: long-sought bloodied. But CAPTCHA, I have so much life left to live! I'm updating now, I promise!
//
"'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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