Re: USA/Korea: The Moose [5/5]
anonymous
March 9 2009, 23:56:57 UTC
Alfred teasingly traces oily fingers along the base of the kid’s balls, partially to test the response to the temperature of the oil. No jumping or yelping, so it’s probably all right. Then he stops pussyfooting around to start slipping fingers into the other’s puckered hole. He doesn’t receive quite as much resistance as he’d expected though obviously there is some. Slowly, he curls his finger and twists it, hunting along intimate walls. He feels it temporarily and then- the kid jumps, startled. His mouth hangs open in a silent cry that will never be heard and his pupils dilate once more. Satisfied, Alfred probes around that area, blood bounding in his ears as he slips in a second finger to scissor back and forth. The third finger seems to go in without any real thought and he is careful when he sees a wince crease the round face.
He pauses to let the kid catch his breath before continuing his efforts, wriggling his fingers around and around to lubricate the passage and to help the muscles relax. It is a little too much to expect him to be hard again but this is hardly unpleasant. He withdraws his fingers at last, leaving the Korean breathing a little hard, face turned sideways but gaze still lingering on the American. Alfred smiles crookedly and lubricates his sorely-neglected erection liberally. His fingers seem nearly too much on his sensitized flesh and he wonders what it would be like to be buried in the tight heat that he had only just felt. Practically painful, he supposes.
He guides the tip into the very entrance, paying attention to only the immediate proceedings. It takes a little time for his (slightly) trembling hand to get him in proper but he does and he slowly starts to let his hips move forward to meet the smaller man’s. Even with preparation, this isn’t entirely pleasant or comfortable for the Korean and his face contorts slightly from discomfort. Alfred is in turn almost overwhelmed by the grip on his cock, the heat that threatens to consume him. Soon he is all the way in, their hips almost brushing against each other. Tears have formed at the corners of the kid’s eyes and he is wheezing. Alfred finds his hand brushing away those tears as best he can and his mouth muttering meaningless endearments.
After some time, when new tears have not formed and the wheezes of pain diminished, he starts to slowly, shallowly thrust in and out. A few gasps fill the air, not all of them just the kid’s. As he builds up the rhythm, he wonders if he is going to embarrass himself, even if there is only one witness to this. He realizes dimly, slender legs wrapping around his hips and hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. The room seems to echo with their moans obscenely as a counterpoint to the scratchy radio and the thumping of the bed. He finally shouts something he can barely remember and finishes, half-collapsing onto the Korean. His abdomen can feel a half-hard cock pressing against the skin and he can hear breathing evening out and growing softer yet deeper. He rolls over as best he can and doesn’t look at the kid’s face for the rest of the night.
*Korean drinking rules say that when someone older/higher in status than you pours you a drink, thank them and drink it without looking at them, usually by turning at least part of your body away from them.
Extra note: I pictured Korea as a mute because of the general powerlessness Koreans felt, particularly considering American intervention, as well as constant conflict amongst them as people fought for their own ideology. Also, Alfred ended being somewhat nicer than I initially expected him to be. Maybe because as much of a complete and utter arse he could be (particularly when it comes to Arthur), he’s really got a good heart.
Re: USA/Korea: The Moose [5/5]
anonymous
March 10 2009, 00:41:52 UTC
The edge on America's characterization, and the glimpse of Japan (especially America's reaction to Japan), and the take on postwar Korea with the hints at what had happened to him before... so sobering, and so excellent.
Re: USA/Korea: The Moose [5/5]
anonymous
March 10 2009, 02:59:02 UTC
In the light of the room, he can see the scars that riddle the slim chest. Stripes of white and red, which makes the blonde laugh, a brief bout of hysteria which makes the boy look at him quizzically.
“White and red,” Alfred manages to choke. “Under your blue and white.” It makes him laugh even harder, hysterical laughter that doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop.
Also this part? This part was awesomely creepy. Duuude. /TOTALLY LACKING ELOQUENCE BUT HEY
He pauses to let the kid catch his breath before continuing his efforts, wriggling his fingers around and around to lubricate the passage and to help the muscles relax. It is a little too much to expect him to be hard again but this is hardly unpleasant. He withdraws his fingers at last, leaving the Korean breathing a little hard, face turned sideways but gaze still lingering on the American. Alfred smiles crookedly and lubricates his sorely-neglected erection liberally. His fingers seem nearly too much on his sensitized flesh and he wonders what it would be like to be buried in the tight heat that he had only just felt. Practically painful, he supposes.
He guides the tip into the very entrance, paying attention to only the immediate proceedings. It takes a little time for his (slightly) trembling hand to get him in proper but he does and he slowly starts to let his hips move forward to meet the smaller man’s. Even with preparation, this isn’t entirely pleasant or comfortable for the Korean and his face contorts slightly from discomfort. Alfred is in turn almost overwhelmed by the grip on his cock, the heat that threatens to consume him. Soon he is all the way in, their hips almost brushing against each other. Tears have formed at the corners of the kid’s eyes and he is wheezing. Alfred finds his hand brushing away those tears as best he can and his mouth muttering meaningless endearments.
After some time, when new tears have not formed and the wheezes of pain diminished, he starts to slowly, shallowly thrust in and out. A few gasps fill the air, not all of them just the kid’s. As he builds up the rhythm, he wonders if he is going to embarrass himself, even if there is only one witness to this. He realizes dimly, slender legs wrapping around his hips and hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. The room seems to echo with their moans obscenely as a counterpoint to the scratchy radio and the thumping of the bed. He finally shouts something he can barely remember and finishes, half-collapsing onto the Korean. His abdomen can feel a half-hard cock pressing against the skin and he can hear breathing evening out and growing softer yet deeper. He rolls over as best he can and doesn’t look at the kid’s face for the rest of the night.
*Korean drinking rules say that when someone older/higher in status than you pours you a drink, thank them and drink it without looking at them, usually by turning at least part of your body away from them.
Extra note: I pictured Korea as a mute because of the general powerlessness Koreans felt, particularly considering American intervention, as well as constant conflict amongst them as people fought for their own ideology. Also, Alfred ended being somewhat nicer than I initially expected him to be. Maybe because as much of a complete and utter arse he could be (particularly when it comes to Arthur), he’s really got a good heart.
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“White and red,” Alfred manages to choke. “Under your blue and white.” It makes him laugh even harder, hysterical laughter that doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop.
Also this part? This part was awesomely creepy. Duuude.
/TOTALLY LACKING ELOQUENCE BUT HEY
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