Lithuania/Poland, hatesex [3/?]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 09:16:59 UTC
‘And you call me a bitch?’ he whispered harshly into Poland’s ear. ‘Look at yourself, Fe-liks,’ he quickly undid green shirt, almost tearing the fabric up. ‘You’ve been allowing everyone to use you even more-’ He bit on the newly exposed skin and just then registered how hard Poland was breathing, both of his hands buried in Lithuania’s hair and head tilted back. ‘You’ve never could take care of yourself, always just hiding behind someone- the thing is, only I was that stupid to bear with it longer than necessary.’
Suddenly Poland was jerking his head up again and glaring at him, green gaze strong and fierce as if wanting to deny his words by this alone.
‘Yeah, Liet, and now you have at least someone to point at and scream that it was all theirs fault,’ he growled and crossed his legs around Lithuania’s waist. It was a shock for Lithuania that they were both so hard and he shuddered involuntarily. Feliks smirked up at him and ground their hips again, opened his mouth and licked the blood off from his lips as if tasting it.
Just then Toris realized that he had Poland’s blood in his mouth too. How could he miss it? They had kissed. How could he miss it?
Hot fingers sneaked underneath his shirt and scrapped the skin on his back in one, smooth, painful movement- he couldn’t hold back a gasp, buried his face in Poland’s neck and shuddered, disgusted by how familiar it felt in that moment-
‘Ah, Lithuania,’ sang Feliks then in a clear voice right into his ear. ‘Lithuania, my country-’
And Toris shuddered again, his whole body almost jerked, when in his ears rang this one sentence. He quickly undid Poland’s belt, hands steady and fast and noticed smugly that the other pair of hands was trembling when taking care of his own trousers.
They were biting each other between their movements, Poland’s sharp nails still abusing these part of his skin he could get to. When they finally disposed of unwanted clothes, Lithuania took a painful hold of slim hips and pressed them to the floor, deciding that if Feliks wouldn’t take it willingly, he’d make him do it.
But if fiery blush spread all the way even to Poland’s neck, his panting, hazed eyes and hard cock were any indication, he would most probably not only take it but like it as well.
So it was a surprise for Lithuania when the blond suddenly sat up, denying him and bringing his head closer for another kiss.
And this time Poland didn’t let Lithuania take control, making him all the more frustrated and crazy. Now the taste of blood was so much stronger - maybe because in his anger Toris bit Feliks’ tongue at some point or maybe just because he was more aware of what was going on. Hot hands were wandering urgently all over his body and finally stopped on his ass, squeezing. Lithuania growled in response and pinched Poland’s nipples with his nails.
Feliks immediately let go of his mouth and arched his back with a loud gasp. To this Lithuania smirked - it was good to know that some things stayed exactly the same.
Poland glared at him, green eyes narrowed dangerously and let himself onto other's lap. He grasped Lithuania’s hands and pressed them against his chest, his hips moving rather uncontrollably and Toris quickly get the message.
Poland’s chest tasted salty from sweat and was hot against his tongue. He purposely took long to move to the nipple, knowing what the other wanted and, what was more important, how to effectively deny him that. When he finally sucked on the pink nub, Feliks was moaning wantonly, hips grinding against his and fingers tangled in brown hair, preventing his head from moving away. When he gave a particularly hard suck along with pinching his other nipple, Poland graced him with a lingering ‘ooooh’.
He moved his gaze up and when he saw Poland’s mouth opened wide and felt his frantically moving up and down chest, the only think he could think of was that he’d love to have these red lips around his cock and fuck Feliks that way for all the things he’d ever said and done.
Lithuania didn’t plan to stop himself from putting this idea into practice.
Re: Lithuania/Poland, hatesex [3/?]
anonymous
March 30 2009, 21:15:41 UTC
MORE! I NEED MORE! ...as much as I love canon, even the healthiest of relationships has moments of extreme RAGE. Seriously, Liet/Pol can't be all rye fields and fluffy bunnies all the time.
Suddenly Poland was jerking his head up again and glaring at him, green gaze strong and fierce as if wanting to deny his words by this alone.
‘Yeah, Liet, and now you have at least someone to point at and scream that it was all theirs fault,’ he growled and crossed his legs around Lithuania’s waist. It was a shock for Lithuania that they were both so hard and he shuddered involuntarily. Feliks smirked up at him and ground their hips again, opened his mouth and licked the blood off from his lips as if tasting it.
Just then Toris realized that he had Poland’s blood in his mouth too. How could he miss it? They had kissed. How could he miss it?
Hot fingers sneaked underneath his shirt and scrapped the skin on his back in one, smooth, painful movement- he couldn’t hold back a gasp, buried his face in Poland’s neck and shuddered, disgusted by how familiar it felt in that moment-
‘Ah, Lithuania,’ sang Feliks then in a clear voice right into his ear. ‘Lithuania, my country-’
And Toris shuddered again, his whole body almost jerked, when in his ears rang this one sentence. He quickly undid Poland’s belt, hands steady and fast and noticed smugly that the other pair of hands was trembling when taking care of his own trousers.
They were biting each other between their movements, Poland’s sharp nails still abusing these part of his skin he could get to. When they finally disposed of unwanted clothes, Lithuania took a painful hold of slim hips and pressed them to the floor, deciding that if Feliks wouldn’t take it willingly, he’d make him do it.
But if fiery blush spread all the way even to Poland’s neck, his panting, hazed eyes and hard cock were any indication, he would most probably not only take it but like it as well.
So it was a surprise for Lithuania when the blond suddenly sat up, denying him and bringing his head closer for another kiss.
And this time Poland didn’t let Lithuania take control, making him all the more frustrated and crazy. Now the taste of blood was so much stronger - maybe because in his anger Toris bit Feliks’ tongue at some point or maybe just because he was more aware of what was going on. Hot hands were wandering urgently all over his body and finally stopped on his ass, squeezing. Lithuania growled in response and pinched Poland’s nipples with his nails.
Feliks immediately let go of his mouth and arched his back with a loud gasp. To this Lithuania smirked - it was good to know that some things stayed exactly the same.
Poland glared at him, green eyes narrowed dangerously and let himself onto other's lap. He grasped Lithuania’s hands and pressed them against his chest, his hips moving rather uncontrollably and Toris quickly get the message.
Poland’s chest tasted salty from sweat and was hot against his tongue. He purposely took long to move to the nipple, knowing what the other wanted and, what was more important, how to effectively deny him that. When he finally sucked on the pink nub, Feliks was moaning wantonly, hips grinding against his and fingers tangled in brown hair, preventing his head from moving away. When he gave a particularly hard suck along with pinching his other nipple, Poland graced him with a lingering ‘ooooh’.
He moved his gaze up and when he saw Poland’s mouth opened wide and felt his frantically moving up and down chest, the only think he could think of was that he’d love to have these red lips around his cock and fuck Feliks that way for all the things he’d ever said and done.
Lithuania didn’t plan to stop himself from putting this idea into practice.
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Moar soon?
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Awesome stuff! I loved your description of Lithuania's gradual rage. And Poland's remarks were made of OUCH.
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I NEED MORE!
...as much as I love canon, even the healthiest of relationships has moments of extreme RAGE. Seriously, Liet/Pol can't be all rye fields and fluffy bunnies all the time.
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Thank you so much, Anon! I'm loving it so far. Please continue, this is too good! I promise a less brain-dead review next time. XD
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