”Oh, you like it this way, do you?” It was perhaps still a bit dangerous to get too flippant with Turkey, but Greece, as usual, couldn't help himself. ”Maybe you wouldn't mind submitting to me for a change, then?”
And Turkey only grinned, his face flush with excitement. He bent down to lick at Greece's ear, never stopping grinding himself on his cock. ”What madman shall put me in chains?”
”Please,” Greece laughed, giving Turkey's ass a light slap to remind him to behave himself. ”Such a lofty line in a situation like this?”
Turkey laughed as well, straightening his back again. ”Don't try to teach me modesty, kid.”
”One would think you would show at least a little bit of... well, something with a cock up your ass,” Greece mused, responding to Turkey's movement with upward thrusts of his own.
”Top or bottom, you know I'm fucking magnificent and there's no changing that.” Turkey adjusted his position a bit, his hips now in a constant, smooth rotation that he could clearly see was driving Greece over the edge. ”So how is that going for you? Like my body from this angle?”
”I like it,” groaned Greece, fingers digging into Turkey's thighs. ”But if you insist on being too magnificent, I'm going to come before you...”
Turkey gave him a look that, despite his obvious greatness in so many things, failed to look sufficiently coy. ”But you can't. I'm the uke.”
Greece burst out laughing so hard it actually distracted him from his imminent climax. ”Don't make fun of Japan's words, you bastard. Now just get yourself off first, I'll think of... triangles or something,” he snickered, wrapping his fingers round Turkey's cock to make sure he was actually going to come first. With a rare sigh, Turkey allowed it and finally stopped talking as the combined forces of Greece's hands and cock worked together to bring him to orgasm. His movements became less controlled, his breathing more erratic, and his face was openly showing pleasure.
”Come on... let it go...” Greece whispered, stroking Turkey faster. A little more and he wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore and then he would never hear the end of it. He risked a few harder thrusts into Turkey, knowing just where to aim.
And Turkey only grinned, his face flush with excitement. He bent down to lick at Greece's ear, never stopping grinding himself on his cock. ”What madman shall put me in chains?”
”Please,” Greece laughed, giving Turkey's ass a light slap to remind him to behave himself. ”Such a lofty line in a situation like this?”
Turkey laughed as well, straightening his back again. ”Don't try to teach me modesty, kid.”
”One would think you would show at least a little bit of... well, something with a cock up your ass,” Greece mused, responding to Turkey's movement with upward thrusts of his own.
”Top or bottom, you know I'm fucking magnificent and there's no changing that.” Turkey adjusted his position a bit, his hips now in a constant, smooth rotation that he could clearly see was driving Greece over the edge. ”So how is that going for you? Like my body from this angle?”
”I like it,” groaned Greece, fingers digging into Turkey's thighs. ”But if you insist on being too magnificent, I'm going to come before you...”
Turkey gave him a look that, despite his obvious greatness in so many things, failed to look sufficiently coy. ”But you can't. I'm the uke.”
Greece burst out laughing so hard it actually distracted him from his imminent climax. ”Don't make fun of Japan's words, you bastard. Now just get yourself off first, I'll think of... triangles or something,” he snickered, wrapping his fingers round Turkey's cock to make sure he was actually going to come first. With a rare sigh, Turkey allowed it and finally stopped talking as the combined forces of Greece's hands and cock worked together to bring him to orgasm. His movements became less controlled, his breathing more erratic, and his face was openly showing pleasure.
”Come on... let it go...” Greece whispered, stroking Turkey faster. A little more and he wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore and then he would never hear the end of it. He risked a few harder thrusts into Turkey, knowing just where to aim.
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