Good yuri isn't bad [1/3]
anonymous
March 20 2009, 00:53:44 UTC
My very first time with yuri O__O Hope it's edible...
The meeting was so boring that Hungary was honestly surprised that nobody (except for Greece, of course) was asleep yet. She desperately tried to keep her eyes open and not to yawn. UK was talking about how something was all America’s fault. From the hurt look Alfred was sending his way it was clear that as soon as his speech would end, another fiery discussion will occur.
Elizaveta played with a spoon, plaited a strand of her hair, crumpled her handkerchief and decided that hell, she will die from boredom. It was pure torture.
In the display of utter desperation she began to look at the other nations, but no one did anything interesting enough.
Or maybe not?
Hungary glued her eyes to Lithuania, who looked really… interesting. She was blushing madly, brows knitted together and gaze fixed on the table. Her chest was moving up and down frantically and if her hands weren’t clearly visible, Elizaveta would swear that…
Oh, forget it. Hungary smiled when she noticed that Poland was sitting very closely to her friend, her chin leaning on the table. Poland’s hands were under the table and from the strange position her right arm was in, Elizaveta could easily guess what was going on.
Alfred finally started to speak and this time it was Arthur who was frowning unhappily. Meanwhile Lithuania was getting redder and redder, glaring from time to time at Poland who didn’t look fazed in the slightest. Hungary wondered when poor girl would snap and as soon as she thought this--
‘I’m sorry!’ Lithuania suddenly pushed her chair from the table and stood up, interrupting US mid-word. ‘B-bathroom!’ she stuttered in explanation and flew from the room.
Poland’s green eyes followed her to the door.
‘I think I like, should go with her, she will get totally lost or something,’ she said, smiled charmingly and stood up as well.
Nobody pointed out the nonsense of these words and Arthur cleared his throat when the door closed.
Hungary glanced at Austria and then at the door. Shit, how she would love to see how Poland make Lithuania angry. It was just too funny and here - here she will die soon, seriously.
Not wasting any more time she excused herself as well. Arthur’s glare didn’t bother her and she didn’t care that she would miss something. It was fun watching Arthur and Alfred fighting with all that sexual tension floating between them the first two thousands times. Now it became… not so original at least.
She quickly found bathroom and was just about to jump inside, when muffled groan stopped her dead in her tracks.
Hungary cocled her head to the side and just peeked carefully into the bathroom. And felt her eyes widen impossibly.
Because - oh my, now it was - strange. Poland always teased Lithuania, but she was teasing everybody close to her - flirting, joking, fluttering her eyelashes, sometimes even touching, smiling sweetly all the time and only her green eyes betrayed that she wasn’t exactly the most innocent there. Everyone was so used to this that no one thought of this twice. They were also sure that Lithuania and Poland were friends. Like, best friends, okay, but still.
Good yuri isn't bad [2/3]
anonymous
March 20 2009, 00:55:15 UTC
But Hungary really doubted that in Poland’s definition of a friend figured the point when one should stick their tongue to the other’s mouth.
That or Lithuania needed suddenly mouth-to-mouth.
Elizaveta took a deep, calming breath and shook her head. Honestly, she should see this sooner. But no one ever suspected…
Lithuania had his hands around Poland’s shoulders, her cheeks flushed prettily and green eyes hidden partially behind long eyelashes. The kiss was sensual and long, but also so very quiet - what for some reason only added the intensity to it - that Hungary tried not to breath too loud, afraid that she will be heard. On the other hand, maybe she didn’t have to be so careful - the girls were too busy with each other to notice anything.
Finally Lithuania tightened her grips on Poland’s shoulders and squinted her eyes tightly as if fighting something. Suddenly she pushed her friend away.
‘Po-land!’ she said, breathless, her chest moving frantically up and down. ‘No. Meeting. We should. How could you-‘
Hungary couldn’t see Poland’s face - she was standing with her back to her, facing Lithuania - but she could bet that she was pouting.
‘Like, chill out, Liet. Nobody cares that we aren’t there anyway. And we can like, have totally more fun here.’
Now Elizaveta could hear smirk in this voice. She smiled slightly when she noticed how utterly frustrated Lithuania looked, visibly fighting with herself. The shock started fading away and Hungary leaned against the doorframe so that she could see the girls better.
‘No. In the bathroom? No. That one time in the conference room was enough, I don’t want to run almost naked ever again- don’t laugh, damnit!’
But Poland was giggling anyway. She also moved closer to Lithuania again, brushing her fingertips over her friend’s throat. Liet swallowed heavily.
‘Poland…’
‘Then don’t get undressed. You totally don’t have to. Just like, let me-‘
‘Poland!’ Well, there was more confidence in her voice now, but Poland stayed unfazed and just like that, dropped to her knees. Lithuania blushed furiously when her friend moved her skirt up.
‘Let me taste you. I know you’re wet too, y’know. I can like, totally smell you.’
As if wanted to make her point, Poland nuzzled Liet’s vital regions with her nose. Lithuania sighed deeply and let her head fall against the wall.
‘It’s-it’s your fault- if you didn’t-‘
‘’course it’s my fault’ agreed Poland cheerfully, pulling Lithuania’s underwear off slowly. ‘It’s always my fault, right?’
Good yuri isn't bad [3/3]
anonymous
March 20 2009, 00:56:23 UTC
Hungary watched, mesmerized, as Poland’s head disappeared partially behind Lithuania’s skirt. She shouldn’t watch that, not because it was wrong (Hungary didn’t have a problem with voyeurism, really) but because she didn’t like- it. Between girls. She never has- Oh my. She shouldn’t, she shouldn’t, she wasn’t interested so why was she still watching?
Lithuania was moaning softly, eyes half-closed and hands on Poland’s arms. The skin on her cheeks was flushed such delicate pink it looked ethereal. Her lips were shiny from saliva and swollen from the kiss- she was beautiful and Hungary felt her own face grow hot. When Lithuania bit his lower lip and her moans stopped for a while, Hungary could hear the little wet noises Poland was making. Liet moaned louder, bucked her hips- and Poland immediately put her hands on the pale thighs and spread them wider.
‘Poland, oh, aaaaaaah-‘
Lithuania covered her mouth with her hand, eyes glazed, head hung low. Brown hair slipped from behind her ears and hid her face from Hungary’s view.
Poland had to do something especially good, because Liet shivered violently and whimpered through her hand. In the next instant, though, Poland’s head shot up. Hungary felt like whimpering on her own as she couldn’t see Poland’s face and she discovered that wanted to- and then she also realized that she didn’t felt hot just on the face anymore.
‘Don’t be quiet!’ demanded Poland and tugged at Lithuania’s sleeve, her other hand working between the girl’s legs. Lithuania let her hand fall and sighed so deeply that it sounded almost like a sob.
Poland, apparently satisfied, returned to her task and it wasn’t long until Lithuania moaned, bucked her head into the wall and arched, crying out Poland’s name. She was moaning all the time through her orgasm and mewling softly after it, as Poland stopped only when she returned to her senses.
Elizaveta was kneeling on her own at the time, lightly touching herself through her dress and cursing mentally, wishing she had a shorter skirt. She was watching as Lithuania sighed one more time and slide down the wall, ending in front of Poland and bringing her close for the kiss.
Hungary could see how she was licking her lips soon after, apparently tasting herself.
‘You idiot,’ said Lithuania then, stroking Poland’s blond hair and smiling softly. ‘This really isn’t place or time to do something like this.’
Poland didn’t answer, but shifted uncomfortably on the floor. Liet’s green eyes seemed to darken.
‘Unbutton your shirt,’ she commanded with strangely low voice. Poland shivered but seemingly complied, as her hands began to move quickly, almost trembling.
It wasn’t so good as with Lithuania for Hungary - she couldn’t see Poland, but she could hear her all right when Lithuania leaned in to suck at her neck and then moved lower. Poland was arching her back, clung desperately to her friend, tossing her head from side to side. She was less graceful than Lithuania in her pleasure, but more lively and it was beautiful in its own way.
When Poland had ended too and was resting with head on Liet’s shoulder, Hungary almost couldn’t think. She was just leaning against the slightly ajar door, staring hazily at two girls, tightly pressed to each other.
She realized that they were saying something just after a while. Lithuania’s hands were wandering all over Poland’s back under her opened shirt. The soft whispers into Poland’s ear were too soft for Hungary to recognize the words, though.
Finally Elizaveta stood up, smoothed her dress and took the last glance at the pair sitting on the floor. She was unsatisfied and aroused, but despite this, she felt the corner of her lips rise in a rather nasty smirk.
Because if Lithuania and Poland wanted to hide their relationship and she knew about it - she had an upper hand now. And could make a conditions.
She could almost see these photos she will make them to take. Because yaoi was a blessing - but as she had just found out, good yuri wasn’t bad.
Re: Good yuri isn't bad [3/3]
anonymous
March 20 2009, 11:18:50 UTC
I, for one, thought this was brilliant. Not only is it hot; the thing that got to me was the sheer intimacy between the two of them. Bad reviewer can't think of anything more to say, but I think you did very well with the prompt and would not be averse to seing moar of the same veing~
The meeting was so boring that Hungary was honestly surprised that nobody (except for Greece, of course) was asleep yet. She desperately tried to keep her eyes open and not to yawn. UK was talking about how something was all America’s fault. From the hurt look Alfred was sending his way it was clear that as soon as his speech would end, another fiery discussion will occur.
Elizaveta played with a spoon, plaited a strand of her hair, crumpled her handkerchief and decided that hell, she will die from boredom. It was pure torture.
In the display of utter desperation she began to look at the other nations, but no one did anything interesting enough.
Or maybe not?
Hungary glued her eyes to Lithuania, who looked really… interesting. She was blushing madly, brows knitted together and gaze fixed on the table. Her chest was moving up and down frantically and if her hands weren’t clearly visible, Elizaveta would swear that…
Oh, forget it. Hungary smiled when she noticed that Poland was sitting very closely to her friend, her chin leaning on the table. Poland’s hands were under the table and from the strange position her right arm was in, Elizaveta could easily guess what was going on.
Alfred finally started to speak and this time it was Arthur who was frowning unhappily. Meanwhile Lithuania was getting redder and redder, glaring from time to time at Poland who didn’t look fazed in the slightest. Hungary wondered when poor girl would snap and as soon as she thought this--
‘I’m sorry!’ Lithuania suddenly pushed her chair from the table and stood up, interrupting US mid-word. ‘B-bathroom!’ she stuttered in explanation and flew from the room.
Poland’s green eyes followed her to the door.
‘I think I like, should go with her, she will get totally lost or something,’ she said, smiled charmingly and stood up as well.
Nobody pointed out the nonsense of these words and Arthur cleared his throat when the door closed.
Hungary glanced at Austria and then at the door. Shit, how she would love to see how Poland make Lithuania angry. It was just too funny and here - here she will die soon, seriously.
Not wasting any more time she excused herself as well. Arthur’s glare didn’t bother her and she didn’t care that she would miss something. It was fun watching Arthur and Alfred fighting with all that sexual tension floating between them the first two thousands times. Now it became… not so original at least.
She quickly found bathroom and was just about to jump inside, when muffled groan stopped her dead in her tracks.
Hungary cocled her head to the side and just peeked carefully into the bathroom. And felt her eyes widen impossibly.
Because - oh my, now it was - strange. Poland always teased Lithuania, but she was teasing everybody close to her - flirting, joking, fluttering her eyelashes, sometimes even touching, smiling sweetly all the time and only her green eyes betrayed that she wasn’t exactly the most innocent there. Everyone was so used to this that no one thought of this twice. They were also sure that Lithuania and Poland were friends. Like, best friends, okay, but still.
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That or Lithuania needed suddenly mouth-to-mouth.
Elizaveta took a deep, calming breath and shook her head. Honestly, she should see this sooner. But no one ever suspected…
Lithuania had his hands around Poland’s shoulders, her cheeks flushed prettily and green eyes hidden partially behind long eyelashes. The kiss was sensual and long, but also so very quiet - what for some reason only added the intensity to it - that Hungary tried not to breath too loud, afraid that she will be heard. On the other hand, maybe she didn’t have to be so careful - the girls were too busy with each other to notice anything.
Finally Lithuania tightened her grips on Poland’s shoulders and squinted her eyes tightly as if fighting something. Suddenly she pushed her friend away.
‘Po-land!’ she said, breathless, her chest moving frantically up and down. ‘No. Meeting. We should. How could you-‘
Hungary couldn’t see Poland’s face - she was standing with her back to her, facing Lithuania - but she could bet that she was pouting.
‘Like, chill out, Liet. Nobody cares that we aren’t there anyway. And we can like, have totally more fun here.’
Now Elizaveta could hear smirk in this voice. She smiled slightly when she noticed how utterly frustrated Lithuania looked, visibly fighting with herself. The shock started fading away and Hungary leaned against the doorframe so that she could see the girls better.
‘No. In the bathroom? No. That one time in the conference room was enough, I don’t want to run almost naked ever again- don’t laugh, damnit!’
But Poland was giggling anyway. She also moved closer to Lithuania again, brushing her fingertips over her friend’s throat. Liet swallowed heavily.
‘Poland…’
‘Then don’t get undressed. You totally don’t have to. Just like, let me-‘
‘Poland!’ Well, there was more confidence in her voice now, but Poland stayed unfazed and just like that, dropped to her knees. Lithuania blushed furiously when her friend moved her skirt up.
‘Let me taste you. I know you’re wet too, y’know. I can like, totally smell you.’
As if wanted to make her point, Poland nuzzled Liet’s vital regions with her nose. Lithuania sighed deeply and let her head fall against the wall.
‘It’s-it’s your fault- if you didn’t-‘
‘’course it’s my fault’ agreed Poland cheerfully, pulling Lithuania’s underwear off slowly. ‘It’s always my fault, right?’
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Lithuania was moaning softly, eyes half-closed and hands on Poland’s arms. The skin on her cheeks was flushed such delicate pink it looked ethereal. Her lips were shiny from saliva and swollen from the kiss- she was beautiful and Hungary felt her own face grow hot. When Lithuania bit his lower lip and her moans stopped for a while, Hungary could hear the little wet noises Poland was making. Liet moaned louder, bucked her hips- and Poland immediately put her hands on the pale thighs and spread them wider.
‘Poland, oh, aaaaaaah-‘
Lithuania covered her mouth with her hand, eyes glazed, head hung low. Brown hair slipped from behind her ears and hid her face from Hungary’s view.
Poland had to do something especially good, because Liet shivered violently and whimpered through her hand. In the next instant, though, Poland’s head shot up. Hungary felt like whimpering on her own as she couldn’t see Poland’s face and she discovered that wanted to- and then she also realized that she didn’t felt hot just on the face anymore.
‘Don’t be quiet!’ demanded Poland and tugged at Lithuania’s sleeve, her other hand working between the girl’s legs. Lithuania let her hand fall and sighed so deeply that it sounded almost like a sob.
Poland, apparently satisfied, returned to her task and it wasn’t long until Lithuania moaned, bucked her head into the wall and arched, crying out Poland’s name. She was moaning all the time through her orgasm and mewling softly after it, as Poland stopped only when she returned to her senses.
Elizaveta was kneeling on her own at the time, lightly touching herself through her dress and cursing mentally, wishing she had a shorter skirt. She was watching as Lithuania sighed one more time and slide down the wall, ending in front of Poland and bringing her close for the kiss.
Hungary could see how she was licking her lips soon after, apparently tasting herself.
‘You idiot,’ said Lithuania then, stroking Poland’s blond hair and smiling softly. ‘This really isn’t place or time to do something like this.’
Poland didn’t answer, but shifted uncomfortably on the floor. Liet’s green eyes seemed to darken.
‘Unbutton your shirt,’ she commanded with strangely low voice. Poland shivered but seemingly complied, as her hands began to move quickly, almost trembling.
It wasn’t so good as with Lithuania for Hungary - she couldn’t see Poland, but she could hear her all right when Lithuania leaned in to suck at her neck and then moved lower. Poland was arching her back, clung desperately to her friend, tossing her head from side to side. She was less graceful than Lithuania in her pleasure, but more lively and it was beautiful in its own way.
When Poland had ended too and was resting with head on Liet’s shoulder, Hungary almost couldn’t think. She was just leaning against the slightly ajar door, staring hazily at two girls, tightly pressed to each other.
She realized that they were saying something just after a while. Lithuania’s hands were wandering all over Poland’s back under her opened shirt. The soft whispers into Poland’s ear were too soft for Hungary to recognize the words, though.
Finally Elizaveta stood up, smoothed her dress and took the last glance at the pair sitting on the floor. She was unsatisfied and aroused, but despite this, she felt the corner of her lips rise in a rather nasty smirk.
Because if Lithuania and Poland wanted to hide their relationship and she knew about it - she had an upper hand now. And could make a conditions.
She could almost see these photos she will make them to take. Because yaoi was a blessing - but as she had just found out, good yuri wasn’t bad.
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I did not expect to ever see this written, oh my God. Anon, you're amazing! Thank you so much -- and lkgj;flhgdlgh brb re-reading.
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