Re: Butterfly Dance (3/3?)
anonymous
March 3 2009, 08:55:19 UTC
If he weren’t so painfully aroused, Ivan might have cried. “Together again…?” he practically moaned while Yao moved towards the bed, lowering himself to the mattress beside Ivan.
“We helped each other back then, and… I want to help you again. And,” he paused, studying the other man, “I need you now.” The only sign of his vulnerability was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was there nonetheless.
“I’ve needed you too, always, but you’ve always left, Yao. Why? Why do you always leave me? He would have protested further, but Ivan felt a touch to his chest, easing him onto his back. Drained of the will to relent, he lay motionless as Yao moved to straddle his hips and set to work on the buttons of his heavy jacket. He separated the two sides and lifted the hem of his sweater to reveal him entirely. Ivan aided the endeavor by slipping out of his sleeves, tugging the garment above his head and tossing it unceremoniously to the floor. Yao didn’t bother with his pants, loosening the ties to his own instead. Before they were even off, Ivan gestured upwards. Yao smiled, well aware of Ivan’s favourite part of him. So not to tease him excessively, he removed his hair-tie before returning to the former task, allowing the dark mass of it to pool about his slender shoulders.
Once bared, Yao reached towards the bedside table for a jar of slippery lotion Ivan assumed he’d placed there specifically for this occasion. Unless of course, he’d taken another lover in the meantime… no, that couldn’t be right. Ivan couldn’t bear the thought. His internal monologue interrupted once again by Yao’s presence, he groaned as his lover prepared him in a leisurely manner.
“I’ll never leave you again, Ivan. I promise you that,” Yao whispered as he lowered himself atop him, gasping in pain or desire, or perhaps a mixture of the two. He took him in inch by inch, letting himself adjust to Ivan’s considerable size. Impatient though he was, Ivan let Yao set the pace this time. If it was true, and if… if he’d always be here, then it didn’t matter.
“I’ll never be alone and without you ever again, right?” Ivan tried to confirm, eyes glistening with reverence for the other man. Yao nodded fervently, his back arching. Ivan filled him completely now. He felt the tight muscles inside him clench against him as Yao began to move, one hand propelling him on the mattress while the other traveled up Ivan’s body, eliciting a series of wanton moans. He was tired of waiting now. Ivan grasped Yao’s hand, guiding him across the aching flesh to where he needed to be touched: from just above his navel, to the side of his ribcage, to his heaving chest. He needed Yao everywhere.
Yao’s cheeks flushed pink from the exertion of their position, but showed no signs of stopping. “Never alone again,” he exhaled, sliding up and down his shaft with a growing need of his own, grinding against his body passionately. But Ivan still wasn’t satisfied. Even right there, Yao was still too far away. He needed to touch him, wrap his arms around him, and mnn, he needed to kiss him. Yao barely seemed to notice when Ivan tucked his arms around his hips, tugging him closer. He had no choice but to acknowledge him when he forcibly pulled him closer to make contact with his lips. The older nation fought to maintain balance, temporarily broken from his pleasured trance. Yao would only permit him a brief taste and tried to break away, yet Ivan held him in place until he’d taken his fill, forcing his tongue between his lips until he finally yielded. He tasted just how Ivan remembered, faintly of clove and some sweet Chinese fruit that Ivan could never remember the name of. Yao reassumed his position as soon as Ivan loosened his grip and disentangled his fingers from his now tousled hair, riding him harder than ever before. His face contorted with pleasure, and Ivan assumed his own looked similar.
Re: Butterfly Dance (4/4?)
anonymous
March 3 2009, 08:56:52 UTC
(Kay, nevermind the numbers. This is getting longer than I anticipated. >>)
Normally, Ivan would be the one to take charge of their sexual situations, taking Yao when and where he felt like it. He liked being in control of Yao, the pleasure he received, how he indulged him, and even when he allowed him release. But this time control was the furthest thing from his mind. He renounced all authority as he lay there, at the mercy of his lover, begging him for more, and he could only hope that Yao would permit him the climax he craved. For encouragement, he placed his hand around Yao’s erection; letting his frantic movements provide the friction. Yao cried out in pleasure, a beautiful sound. “Harder…” he whined, stretching until he was almost out of him entirely, then slipping back down, almost to the hilt. Ivan tilted his head back and graciously granted his lover a sharp thrust, driving himself deeper. Yao panted, adjusting his movements to match Ivan’s bucks. To get Ivan exactly where he needed him, the other man leant down, propping himself up by his hands. Ivan preferred that, since it gave him more access to his body, his lips, and especially his hair. He twirled the strands around his fingers as Yao planted quick kisses all over his chest, pausing to lap at his nipple. Ivan thrust harder in response and brought one leg up to wrap around Yao’s back. They played off each other’s fervour, Yao sucking playfully at Ivan’s neck, apparently for enjoyment of the short, lusty whimpers they drew forth. Meanwhile, Ivan toyed with his love’s hair, massaging just above his ears in a sensuous motion. Yao shuddered; his eyes squeezed shut and his forehead damp with sweat.
This was how it would be from now on, Ivan thought as he approached his limit. Like this, always. Yao would never leave him alone. “Please Yao, faster. You won’t deny me, right? You wouldn’t do that…” Ivan practically purred, coaxing his lover with a tender stroke to his cheek, cupping it gently. He tilted Yao’s head, preparation for another kiss, and this time, his lips were more than willing. If possible, he seemed to desire it more than Ivan.
“Not this time, it’s all about you tonight,” Yao whispered against his lips with heated breaths. For the first time, Ivan realized with some astonishment, that Yao was painfully close, waiting patiently for his release; also that Yao had forgone the condom he always insisted on (depending on whether it was up to him…), ever so aggravatingly neat. But this time… this time he wanted Ivan to come inside him, fill him completely. It was that thought combined with the way Yao’s hips groaned against his own, the way he moaned, fighting his own impending orgasm that sent Ivan over the edge, into a frenzy of gasps and cries, mouthing Yao’s name. He soared, back arched, burying himself inside Yao as deep as he could physically manage. When it ended, Ivan became aware of how tightly Yao’s hand was curled around his own. Watching in relaxed contentment, Yao came shortly after, rocking back and forth on his knees, clawing at the bed-sheets. He muttered breathy phrases in Chinese, interspersed with Ivan’s name here and there. Warm liquid splashed onto Ivan’s stomach and Yao promptly collapsed against him, too exhausted to clean up just yet.
Ivan instinctively embraced the dark-haired man, laying kisses to his cheeks, chin, and lips. There were a thousand things he could have said then, things he wanted to say, things he needed to say, but somehow he was at a loss. Yao’s weight against him, the heat from his body, and the sound of their respective breathing was enough. This was a rebirth, he thought, a lazy smile creeping across his face. It was a renewal of everything that had ever drawn them together, and hopefully would never again drive them apart.
OP Spazzing with Utter Delight Here...
anonymous
March 4 2009, 06:39:37 UTC
OH GOD, OH MY GOD, ILU SO MUCH, WRITER!ANON THAT NOT EVEN CAPS CAN CONVEY MY LOVE FOR YOU RIGHT NOW~♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!
OP!ANON IS IN A INCOHERENT MESS RIGHT NOW. SEDUCTIVE!CHINA IS THE BEST AND THERE'S NOT ENOUGH THANKS FOR YOU WRITING LIKE THAT AND I'M SO HONORED THAT MY PROMPTS INSPIRED YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GOOD FIC.
Re: OP Spazzing with Utter Delight Here...
anonymous
March 4 2009, 07:17:27 UTC
Thanks a lot. :D I'm so glad you enjoyed it. My writing skills are a little rusty, so the practice was a lot of fun. I actually had to do some research for this one in the form of uh... Youtube. For some extra imagery, this is what I imagine the dance would have looked like~
Re: Butterfly Dance (4/4?)
anonymous
March 21 2009, 10:21:26 UTC
asdgagfsfhd god, that was HOT! and so well written *drools* I can so imagine china doing this dance <3 so pretty... am I allowed to illustrate this <3? pretty please?
Re: Butterfly Dance (4/4?)
anonymous
March 22 2009, 01:20:20 UTC
Oh, go for it. :D I'd love to see an artist's rendition of this. I'd actually intended on doing an artfill for this first (since drawing's my forte, rather than writing. >>), but my scanner's dead and I suck at drawing with my tablet.
now, this is how I imagined it, hope i's not too off. It's messy and all but yeah... I have never drawn something like that before so I hope it's okay orz
oh, i would love to see how you depicted this <3 please submit it as soon as your scanner is okay, yes?
Re: Butterfly Dance (4/4?)
anonymous
March 24 2009, 06:44:02 UTC
Oh wow. I love it. I especially love the way you draw Russia's nose for some weird reason. But this is exactly what I had in my head while writing this. lol is it bad that I saw this on 4chan before I saw it here? I was like, 'hey this kinda looks familiar.....oh 8D"
“We helped each other back then, and… I want to help you again. And,” he paused, studying the other man, “I need you now.” The only sign of his vulnerability was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was there nonetheless.
“I’ve needed you too, always, but you’ve always left, Yao. Why? Why do you always leave me? He would have protested further, but Ivan felt a touch to his chest, easing him onto his back. Drained of the will to relent, he lay motionless as Yao moved to straddle his hips and set to work on the buttons of his heavy jacket. He separated the two sides and lifted the hem of his sweater to reveal him entirely. Ivan aided the endeavor by slipping out of his sleeves, tugging the garment above his head and tossing it unceremoniously to the floor. Yao didn’t bother with his pants, loosening the ties to his own instead. Before they were even off, Ivan gestured upwards. Yao smiled, well aware of Ivan’s favourite part of him. So not to tease him excessively, he removed his hair-tie before returning to the former task, allowing the dark mass of it to pool about his slender shoulders.
Once bared, Yao reached towards the bedside table for a jar of slippery lotion Ivan assumed he’d placed there specifically for this occasion. Unless of course, he’d taken another lover in the meantime… no, that couldn’t be right. Ivan couldn’t bear the thought. His internal monologue interrupted once again by Yao’s presence, he groaned as his lover prepared him in a leisurely manner.
“I’ll never leave you again, Ivan. I promise you that,” Yao whispered as he lowered himself atop him, gasping in pain or desire, or perhaps a mixture of the two. He took him in inch by inch, letting himself adjust to Ivan’s considerable size. Impatient though he was, Ivan let Yao set the pace this time. If it was true, and if… if he’d always be here, then it didn’t matter.
“I’ll never be alone and without you ever again, right?” Ivan tried to confirm, eyes glistening with reverence for the other man. Yao nodded fervently, his back arching. Ivan filled him completely now. He felt the tight muscles inside him clench against him as Yao began to move, one hand propelling him on the mattress while the other traveled up Ivan’s body, eliciting a series of wanton moans. He was tired of waiting now. Ivan grasped Yao’s hand, guiding him across the aching flesh to where he needed to be touched: from just above his navel, to the side of his ribcage, to his heaving chest. He needed Yao everywhere.
Yao’s cheeks flushed pink from the exertion of their position, but showed no signs of stopping. “Never alone again,” he exhaled, sliding up and down his shaft with a growing need of his own, grinding against his body passionately. But Ivan still wasn’t satisfied. Even right there, Yao was still too far away. He needed to touch him, wrap his arms around him, and mnn, he needed to kiss him. Yao barely seemed to notice when Ivan tucked his arms around his hips, tugging him closer. He had no choice but to acknowledge him when he forcibly pulled him closer to make contact with his lips. The older nation fought to maintain balance, temporarily broken from his pleasured trance. Yao would only permit him a brief taste and tried to break away, yet Ivan held him in place until he’d taken his fill, forcing his tongue between his lips until he finally yielded. He tasted just how Ivan remembered, faintly of clove and some sweet Chinese fruit that Ivan could never remember the name of. Yao reassumed his position as soon as Ivan loosened his grip and disentangled his fingers from his now tousled hair, riding him harder than ever before. His face contorted with pleasure, and Ivan assumed his own looked similar.
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Normally, Ivan would be the one to take charge of their sexual situations, taking Yao when and where he felt like it. He liked being in control of Yao, the pleasure he received, how he indulged him, and even when he allowed him release. But this time control was the furthest thing from his mind. He renounced all authority as he lay there, at the mercy of his lover, begging him for more, and he could only hope that Yao would permit him the climax he craved. For encouragement, he placed his hand around Yao’s erection; letting his frantic movements provide the friction. Yao cried out in pleasure, a beautiful sound. “Harder…” he whined, stretching until he was almost out of him entirely, then slipping back down, almost to the hilt. Ivan tilted his head back and graciously granted his lover a sharp thrust, driving himself deeper. Yao panted, adjusting his movements to match Ivan’s bucks. To get Ivan exactly where he needed him, the other man leant down, propping himself up by his hands. Ivan preferred that, since it gave him more access to his body, his lips, and especially his hair. He twirled the strands around his fingers as Yao planted quick kisses all over his chest, pausing to lap at his nipple. Ivan thrust harder in response and brought one leg up to wrap around Yao’s back. They played off each other’s fervour, Yao sucking playfully at Ivan’s neck, apparently for enjoyment of the short, lusty whimpers they drew forth. Meanwhile, Ivan toyed with his love’s hair, massaging just above his ears in a sensuous motion. Yao shuddered; his eyes squeezed shut and his forehead damp with sweat.
This was how it would be from now on, Ivan thought as he approached his limit. Like this, always. Yao would never leave him alone. “Please Yao, faster. You won’t deny me, right? You wouldn’t do that…” Ivan practically purred, coaxing his lover with a tender stroke to his cheek, cupping it gently. He tilted Yao’s head, preparation for another kiss, and this time, his lips were more than willing. If possible, he seemed to desire it more than Ivan.
“Not this time, it’s all about you tonight,” Yao whispered against his lips with heated breaths. For the first time, Ivan realized with some astonishment, that Yao was painfully close, waiting patiently for his release; also that Yao had forgone the condom he always insisted on (depending on whether it was up to him…), ever so aggravatingly neat. But this time… this time he wanted Ivan to come inside him, fill him completely. It was that thought combined with the way Yao’s hips groaned against his own, the way he moaned, fighting his own impending orgasm that sent Ivan over the edge, into a frenzy of gasps and cries, mouthing Yao’s name. He soared, back arched, burying himself inside Yao as deep as he could physically manage. When it ended, Ivan became aware of how tightly Yao’s hand was curled around his own. Watching in relaxed contentment, Yao came shortly after, rocking back and forth on his knees, clawing at the bed-sheets. He muttered breathy phrases in Chinese, interspersed with Ivan’s name here and there. Warm liquid splashed onto Ivan’s stomach and Yao promptly collapsed against him, too exhausted to clean up just yet.
Ivan instinctively embraced the dark-haired man, laying kisses to his cheeks, chin, and lips. There were a thousand things he could have said then, things he wanted to say, things he needed to say, but somehow he was at a loss. Yao’s weight against him, the heat from his body, and the sound of their respective breathing was enough. This was a rebirth, he thought, a lazy smile creeping across his face. It was a renewal of everything that had ever drawn them together, and hopefully would never again drive them apart.
And Ivan couldn’t bear to ruin it.
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And mmmmm, such delicious mental images.
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OP!ANON IS IN A INCOHERENT MESS RIGHT NOW. SEDUCTIVE!CHINA IS THE BEST AND THERE'S NOT ENOUGH THANKS FOR YOU WRITING LIKE THAT AND I'M SO HONORED THAT MY PROMPTS INSPIRED YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GOOD FIC.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ay_0XsXAa1M&feature=related
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Jesus, that was mind-blowing! Holy shit that dance! Truly, truly hot and delicious and everything else everyone has already said.
This paring = UNF. Oh my god. ♥ You need to keep on writing, anon!
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You MUST fill more of this lovely, lovely pairing~~
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god, that was HOT!
and so well written *drools*
I can so imagine china doing this dance <3 so pretty...
am I allowed to illustrate this <3?
pretty please?
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now, this is how I imagined it, hope i's not too off.
It's messy and all but yeah...
I have never drawn something like that before so I hope it's okay orz
oh, i would love to see how you depicted this <3
please submit it as soon as your scanner is okay, yes?
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I like Russia's nose drawn like that too ♥
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