I'll give it a go! Sorry about the lack of title, I'm kind of useless with them.
For once, Greece could not see it coming. He had been having a nice, civilised meeting with Turkey for a change, discussing their greatly improved relations and how to keep them on the right track. However, things had taken an unexpected turn when Turkey brought up that earthquake again. The swiftness and sincerity with which his former enemy had come to his aid clearly hadn't left his mind in all this time, but Greece hadn't been aware of the strength of the feelings left simmering by that tragic event.
”Well, you came to help me after it was my turn to be hit,” he had said. ”And it's been a few years already. You've done more than enough to pay me back.” Turkey would have none of it. He was a passionate man in just about everything, that Greece knew well, but being on the receiving end of his gratitude was new to him.
”Just accept my thanks and take it, ya damn brat... I mean, uh, esteemed neighbour,” said Turkey. And so Greece accepted his thanks, as well as that which Turkey had not been prepared to give earlier, and so it was that he found himself on top of Turkey on the creaky leather couch of the office, taking his ass.
”How's that then, eh?” Turkey asked, his voice oddly strained, possibly because of the careful smirk stretching the corners of his mouth. ”Figured you don't get to try it this way around too much, so... so go ahead and have fu... fuck...”
”Am I hurting you?” Greece let his pace drop to ludicrously slow from the previous just-about-bearable.
”Hell no, do you think I'm made of glass? Feel free to, uh... well, don't you want to give back some of what you used to get?”
Greece shrugged. That simple action prevented him from properly leaning on his hands, somehow ending all the other action. ”You look a little upset.”
After a very long silence, Turkey moistened his lips in an attempt to stall the inevitable; he was not quite sure his voice would work properly when he attempted to speak. ”I'm not fucking upset. And if I am, it's because you're refusing what I'm offering,” he finally said. He managed a friendly pat on the younger man's lower back. ”Come on now, brat, you can do it. In and out, nice and smooth, that's a good start...”
”Mm.” Resuming his previous slow pace, Greece continued to take his sweet damn time fucking the man currently giving him looks of rage and despair. Turkey was ever so soft and pleasant inside that he didn't want to rush this. Oh, what a wonderful ride, how nice and smooth indeed, how amazing it was of Turkey to allow him this...
”I know - how about I flip over and you do me from behind? Yeah, that should be good.” Turkey waited for Greece to pull out and give him some more space before turning his back to the younger man.
Greece stared at it for a while. A small smile graced his dreamy expression. So that's how it was... he had been on the bottom plenty enough, he knew these things. Even if he liked doing things slowly, it didn't mean he was slow. With an understanding grin, he mounted Turkey and pushed back into the gripping, demanding heat.
For once, Greece could not see it coming. He had been having a nice, civilised meeting with Turkey for a change, discussing their greatly improved relations and how to keep them on the right track. However, things had taken an unexpected turn when Turkey brought up that earthquake again. The swiftness and sincerity with which his former enemy had come to his aid clearly hadn't left his mind in all this time, but Greece hadn't been aware of the strength of the feelings left simmering by that tragic event.
”Well, you came to help me after it was my turn to be hit,” he had said. ”And it's been a few years already. You've done more than enough to pay me back.” Turkey would have none of it. He was a passionate man in just about everything, that Greece knew well, but being on the receiving end of his gratitude was new to him.
”Just accept my thanks and take it, ya damn brat... I mean, uh, esteemed neighbour,” said Turkey. And so Greece accepted his thanks, as well as that which Turkey had not been prepared to give earlier, and so it was that he found himself on top of Turkey on the creaky leather couch of the office, taking his ass.
”How's that then, eh?” Turkey asked, his voice oddly strained, possibly because of the careful smirk stretching the corners of his mouth. ”Figured you don't get to try it this way around too much, so... so go ahead and have fu... fuck...”
”Am I hurting you?” Greece let his pace drop to ludicrously slow from the previous just-about-bearable.
”Hell no, do you think I'm made of glass? Feel free to, uh... well, don't you want to give back some of what you used to get?”
Greece shrugged. That simple action prevented him from properly leaning on his hands, somehow ending all the other action. ”You look a little upset.”
After a very long silence, Turkey moistened his lips in an attempt to stall the inevitable; he was not quite sure his voice would work properly when he attempted to speak. ”I'm not fucking upset. And if I am, it's because you're refusing what I'm offering,” he finally said. He managed a friendly pat on the younger man's lower back. ”Come on now, brat, you can do it. In and out, nice and smooth, that's a good start...”
”Mm.” Resuming his previous slow pace, Greece continued to take his sweet damn time fucking the man currently giving him looks of rage and despair. Turkey was ever so soft and pleasant inside that he didn't want to rush this. Oh, what a wonderful ride, how nice and smooth indeed, how amazing it was of Turkey to allow him this...
”I know - how about I flip over and you do me from behind? Yeah, that should be good.” Turkey waited for Greece to pull out and give him some more space before turning his back to the younger man.
Greece stared at it for a while. A small smile graced his dreamy expression. So that's how it was... he had been on the bottom plenty enough, he knew these things. Even if he liked doing things slowly, it didn't mean he was slow. With an understanding grin, he mounted Turkey and pushed back into the gripping, demanding heat.
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