And he moved not even a little bit faster than before. He caressed Turkey's hips, now shivering and responding to his touch, and watched tiny drops of sweat slither down his tan skin and gather at the small of his back before moving on. All of Turkey's body hungered for Greece to rut him, to grind him into the couch, to fuck him hard and fast or at least fucking harder and faster than this. Greece could tell, oh yes. Turkey had offered this to him as a gift, though, so he was content to just do it his own way. If Turkey wanted to suggest something, he should go ahead and do so.
Turkey, for his part, was having a hard time not groaning. He rested his face on his arm, raising his ass higher. This didn't make Greece fuck him any harder. Fucking hell how good it felt, though, making his whole body burn like this. Normally he would have been bored with so little change in the pace, but that time Greece had helped him... he still remembered the feeling that had washed over him then. That feeling had been ten years in the brewing. It still kept him warm during treatment that usually would have left him as cool as Germany. His want was still such that even these slow, wandering, head-in-the-bleeding-clouds thrusts but I wouldn't mind if he did this harder, damn it only stoked the cinders of inferno within him.
Greece planted a light, sweet kiss on his left shoulder. To Turkey's too sensitive skin, it felt like a minor volcano erupting; much to his horror, his treacherous mouth let out a moan. A moan, from him! What next, whimpering? He held his breath in what felt like absolute stillness for what in turn felt like a short eternity, eventually broken by Greece's amused voice murmuring in his ear.
”Oh, Sadiq. Why don't you just tell me if you want me to do something?”
Through gritted teeth, Turkey managed an answer. ”Look, brat, I'm trying to be nice to you. Just do what you want with me and I'll be fine with it.”
Greece smiled. It had been good for him up to now, but it could certainly get better. ”What I want... is to see you in ecstasy.”
”Yeah?”
”I want to see you enjoy yourself because of me. You in bliss... because I'm fucking you.”
”Smug little bastard.” Turkey laughed. ”I can do that.”
Greece pulled out. ”Then I'll need to see your face. Let me lie down in your place... yes, like this... and now you come back here...”
Straddling the younger nation, Turkey positioned himself comfortably and took Greece back inside. ”Fine,” he drawled, ”I'll show you how it's done.” He started out gently, leisurely sliding up and down Greece's erection. In no time he had figured out the best angle for giving himself pleasure while taking care to please his partner. It had been a while since the last time he had had the chance for something so relaxed, so... mutual. ”It's a shame we don't do it this way more often, you know,” he panted, one hand on the back of the couch for support as he started bringing his hips down faster. ”Such a fine man you've grown into. You're so big now.”
Turkey, for his part, was having a hard time not groaning. He rested his face on his arm, raising his ass higher. This didn't make Greece fuck him any harder. Fucking hell how good it felt, though, making his whole body burn like this. Normally he would have been bored with so little change in the pace, but that time Greece had helped him... he still remembered the feeling that had washed over him then. That feeling had been ten years in the brewing. It still kept him warm during treatment that usually would have left him as cool as Germany. His want was still such that even these slow, wandering, head-in-the-bleeding-clouds thrusts but I wouldn't mind if he did this harder, damn it only stoked the cinders of inferno within him.
Greece planted a light, sweet kiss on his left shoulder. To Turkey's too sensitive skin, it felt like a minor volcano erupting; much to his horror, his treacherous mouth let out a moan. A moan, from him! What next, whimpering? He held his breath in what felt like absolute stillness for what in turn felt like a short eternity, eventually broken by Greece's amused voice murmuring in his ear.
”Oh, Sadiq. Why don't you just tell me if you want me to do something?”
Through gritted teeth, Turkey managed an answer. ”Look, brat, I'm trying to be nice to you. Just do what you want with me and I'll be fine with it.”
Greece smiled. It had been good for him up to now, but it could certainly get better. ”What I want... is to see you in ecstasy.”
”Yeah?”
”I want to see you enjoy yourself because of me. You in bliss... because I'm fucking you.”
”Smug little bastard.” Turkey laughed. ”I can do that.”
Greece pulled out. ”Then I'll need to see your face. Let me lie down in your place... yes, like this... and now you come back here...”
Straddling the younger nation, Turkey positioned himself comfortably and took Greece back inside. ”Fine,” he drawled, ”I'll show you how it's done.” He started out gently, leisurely sliding up and down Greece's erection. In no time he had figured out the best angle for giving himself pleasure while taking care to please his partner. It had been a while since the last time he had had the chance for something so relaxed, so... mutual. ”It's a shame we don't do it this way more often, you know,” he panted, one hand on the back of the couch for support as he started bringing his hips down faster. ”Such a fine man you've grown into. You're so big now.”
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