Sucker [1/?]
anonymous
April 14 2009, 20:17:37 UTC
OHMYGAWD. It, it didn't go exactly in the direction I wanted it to, but. Oh well.
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‘Poland, don’t even joke about this-’
‘I’m like, totally not joking!’
‘But Poland-’
‘No, stop!’
‘But-’
‘NO!’
Lithuania practically growled with frustration and sat up, looking up at the ceiling as if calling to all the gods possible.
All his nervousness, preparing, learning, fuck, even asking (well, truth be told he was pretty drunk wih that one, damn Russia and his vodka, but it didn’t change the fact that he had asked FRANCE, from all people!) and now Poland was backing off again!
He looked helplessly at the flustered blond and felt his shoulders slump a little. Well of course he wasn’t going to force him, his partner did seem pretty freaked out, but shit, he was hard.
He leaned back even more, clenching the lube in one hand and soothingly putting the other on Poland’s knee. The little blond buried his face in his hands and was blushing madly, but he didn’t stop spreading his legs, as if in invitation and Lithuania was afraid that he’d go completely crazy from temptation.
So, he thought as his mouth suddenly went dry, so maybe trying one more time wouldn’t hurt anyone…
‘Come on, Feliks,’ he said quietly, running his hand down Poland’s pale thigh. ‘You know I’ll be careful, right?’
Poland jerked his leg and Lithuania barely managed to avoid the kick right in his face.
‘BUT IT HURTS!’ screamed Poland on top of his lungs. Liet felt his eyebrow twitch.
‘How does it hurt, I haven’t even touched you yet!’
Shit, he was supposed to be calm and composed but-
‘Like, see? So what will happen when you will touch me?!’
-but Poland successfully made him go completely crazy!
‘How-’ He closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm down- aw, fuck it. ‘How am I even supposed to answer to that?! You’re not making any sense!’
But then Poland sat up so suddenly that Lithuania had to jerk back so that their foreheads wouldn’t collide, and threw his arms around his neck, burying his face in his chest.
‘Lieeeeet,’ whined Poland and pressed himself closer and that was all that Lithuania needed to go limp and sigh with resignation.
‘Shit, I’m furious,’ he said without an actual rage and put his hands on his friend’s back, letting the lube fall on the sheets.
He knew that Poland was only overreacting and, probably, a little acting too, but he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing small circles in a soothing manner. Poland dared to practically purr (what the hell, was it even possible to make a sound like that?) and Lithuania swallowed.
‘Maybe-’ he started and immediately closed his lips tightly. Oh no, it wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had… So ok, he knew that he probably wouldn’t be perfect, but Poland was more clumsy in everything anyway, wouldn’t be careful at all and- and probably completely loose his head, but-
-but if it meant that Poland would calm down already and then let him-
‘Maybe you’d like to top first?’ he blurted out before he had a chance to think more of it.
Poland froze in his arms. Lithuania closed his eyes and buried his face in silky hair, trying to keep his breathing steady.
Oh god, he was so going to regret it later.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Poland straightened up, his cheeks still flushed pink, and huffed, rolling his eyes.
‘Totally no. You like, did your stupid research or whatever and if I did you first you’d went so totally pro on me later only to embarrass me.’ He tossed his blond hair behind his shoulder and poked Liet’s chest with his finger. ‘And that would be so totally uncool!’
Lithuania had to bit his lip to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. Trust Poland to turn everything in the opposite direction so as only not to seem that he cared, god forbid.
‘So I take it I shall continue?’ he asked with a sly smile, running his hands over Poland’s sides and bringing him closer. Though, seriously speaking, he’d have to start almost from the beginning. He knew that he wouldn’t have a problem himself - shit, Poland looked so- ravishable when he was like that and his frustrating teasing only made Lithuania harder for some crazy reason. He just wished that Poland didn’t have a problem with getting ready again.
Sucker [2/?]
anonymous
April 14 2009, 20:22:51 UTC
Poland blushed (of course) and pouted obligatorily.
‘I-’ he started and licked his lips nervously. Lithuania immediately focused his gaze on this pink tongue. ‘I- I-’
And really tried not to sigh tiredly.
‘I want to prepare myself!’ screamed Poland suddenly and buried his face in his hands. ‘Oh gosh, it’s so stupid-’
Lithuania blinked.
‘It- it’ll be easier for me to do it, you know?’ he asked slowly, trying not to sound surprised. Poland only glared at him through his fingers.
‘Ok, ok.’ Liet put his hands up in defeat. ‘We will do it your way.’
‘Ok.’ Poland jerked the lube from the bed and fell down on the pillows acting more offended that he should be in a situation like that. ‘Just don’t- don’t touch for now,’ he muttered, pouring a good amount of lube at his trembling hand.
Lithuania bit his tongue to stop a protest from coming out (don’t touch?! What the hell was he thinking?!) but he let himself spread Poland’s legs a little more so that he could get a better view. Hell, at least he could watch, right?
Surprisingly Poland wasn’t blushing as much as before. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, pushing the tip of his middle finger in.
Lithuania gripped the sheets tightly, not knowing where he should look - at Poland’s scrunched up face, his rapidly raising and falling chest or at this hand that was doing very interesting things.
‘Tell me,’ he said, surprised that he sounded so breathless. ‘Tell me how it feels.’
Green eyes shot open and glared at him.
‘What about you stick a finger up your ass and tell me, huh?!’
Lithuania slapped his forehead. Honestly, why did he even bother…
‘I’m trying to set a mood here, you know?’
‘Yeah?’ panted Poland, working his finger in deeper. ‘And I’m trying to concentrate!’
Lithuania would close his eyes but he didn’t want to miss anything so he just shook his head instead. Poland’s finger was all the way in at the time, his back arched a little and his arm in a strange position and Lithuania really thought that his little idiot of a friend would be more comfortable if he let him do it.
‘Hurts?’ he asked when Poland hesitated.
‘N-no… just feels weird.’ Green eyes looked at him, this time asking and he moved a little closer, seating himself between Poland’s legs.
‘What is it?’ he asked, trying to sound as encouraging as possible. Slowly, hesitantly, he put his hand on Poland’s knee and kissed it, looking at his friend’s face all the while.
Apparently it was all that Poland needed as he bit his lip again and whimpered. Lithuania’s eyes moved quickly down and he felt just how hard his heart was beating in his chest.
The second finger was halfway in and it was obviously just as far as it’d go for now as Poland was panting softly, pressing his hand hard against his flesh and his thighs trembled with the effort of holding his hips up. Lithuania moved even closer and took a hold of slim hips, helping Poland, and leaned in, kissing the soft abdomen.
‘Try third,’ he said, licking the warm skin, trying to distract his partner. But Poland just gasped with outrage and shivered.
‘Hell no! It’s like, enough as it is, I’m so not gonna put there more!’
Lithuania was so surprised that he could only stare at Poland’s flushed face.
‘You… do realize how big my penis is, right?’ he asked uncertainly. Poland rolled his eyes.
‘I’m not blind, y’know,’ he gasped. ‘I just, I can’t-’
‘Poland, it’ll be better later, really. Go slowly, you don’t have to-’
‘You don’t understand!’ cried Poland, flustered and visibly nervous and it was so cute when he squirmed and gasped that Liet moaned without meaning to. ‘The-the third hurts too much!’
Wait. Stop.
Lithuania looked at his friend, his mind working furiously.
‘You-you tried it before?’
And suddenly Poland was blushing so much that it was obvious that he didn’t mean to say that.
‘Poland?’
His friend moaned and started to retreat his hand, but Lithuania quickly grasped his wrist, preventing him from doing so.
‘Oh gosh, Liet, it isn’t fun at all, I-’
‘Answer the question!’ snapped Lithuania, the dread suddenly tight in his chest because shit, France did say that he would, quote, ‘prepare your little cute friend for you if you want’ but he couldn’t be serious, right? Right?!
Sucker [3/?]
anonymous
April 14 2009, 20:29:03 UTC
‘Yes, I did!’ screamed Poland, embarrassment clear on his face and for one agonizingly slow moment Liet’s heart stopped beating. ‘After the last time I, uh, you were all like, shit Poland again? So I was like, fuck, I’ll try, but it didn’t go well and I, uh…’
Lithuania felt his heart coming back to work.
Poland was- fingering himself? For him? Shit, it was, it-
Suddenly he was on top of his partner, his hand covering Poland’s and the tip of his finger against the opening.
‘I’ll help you,’ he murmured, kissing Poland on the lips reassuringly. ‘Just- try to relax a little.’
Poland frowned, but Lithuania quickly kissed him again, silencing any protests. He smeared a little lube on his finger from Poland’s hand and pressed it between Poland’s own fingers, feeling how his friend tensed suddenly. He barely managed to retreat his tongue before Poland clenched his teeth and hissed.
Slowly but in a steady pace, he inserted the whole finger in, amazed by how hot and impossibly tight Poland was. Once inside, he moved it a little and somehow the feeling of Poland’s fingers right there, just beside his own, made the heat in the pit of his stomach so much more intense.
‘Put one of you fingers away - slowly,’ he commanded, sounding almost like he knew what he was doing.
Poland complied without a word. Lithuania couldn’t really tell how much of his silence was caused by pain and how much by the new situation - he just hoped the majority of it was because of the latter.
Just when Poland’s finger was out, he put in another one of his own, this time quicker. Poland seemed to get the message because he repeated his action with his last finger too and couldn’t hold back a relieved sigh when he finally moved his arm back into more comfortable position.
Lithuania tried not to roll his eyes at Poland’s stupid stubbornness. Instead he placed a quick kiss on flushed cheek and slide down through trembling body until he was facing Poland’s stomach.
‘Did you… put in yourself anything else?’ he asked, cursing his voice for wavering. Poland groaned in dismay and that was as good answer as a ‘yes’.
He smiled and pressed his face against Poland’s stomach.
‘What was it?’
His friend only groaned again and, feeling a little bastard-y, Lithuania pressed his fingers harder in.
‘AH! That HURTS!’ Poland cried out, his hand suddenly gripping Liet’s hair and it was the same that Poland used to- bleh, he had a lube all over his hair now!
Lithuania frowned, but well, he guessed he deserved it.
‘Oh, just tell me.’
‘It was a candle, ok?’ Poland’s face was so red it was more funny than cute. ‘It’s not like I could come up with something else and - like, don’t laugh at me!’
‘I-I don’t,’ stuttered Liet, stifling a laugh. ‘I, ah, I appreciate your effort-’
Oh god, just why did he find it so funny?
‘I hate you,’ whined Poland. ‘I totally hate you! I don’t want to do this anymore!’
Lithuania laughed quietly.
‘But you’re hard, honey,’ he said just for the thrill of it. Poland groaned yet again.
‘It’s not my fault! And don’t call me that!’
Lithuania shook his head in amazement and moved his fingers a little. Poland’s whole body stiffened immediately.
‘Don’t be afraid to move,’ he said, correctly guessing what was wrong. Poland muttered something angrily - really, he was such a girl sometimes - and slowly, delicately moved his hips, and sighed.
‘Better?’ asked Lithuania, working with his fingers all the while, noticing with fascination that Poland’s muscles were becoming more and more loose around him. Shit, it’d be- something, being inside. Completely, fully inside and he and Poland would be together on such a new level. He closed his eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of it alone.
Now Poland was squirming beneath him, moaning softly and Lithuania realized that he was stroking him just after a while. Shit, he should think about it earlier, a way to distract him from the pain - but wasn’t it Poland who had said ‘don’t touch’? The little idiot.
Sucker [4/?]
anonymous
April 14 2009, 20:38:00 UTC
He didn’t really know how long he should be going for this, but when Poland stopped gripping the sheets so tight that his knuckles were completely white, he figured it was the best it possibly could be.
But if Poland was even panicked earlier, it was nothing compared to the state he was in when Lithuania's fingers left him.
‘No, no, no, Liet, no, I’m totally not ready, aren’t you supposed to like, ask me if I’m ready?!’
‘Poland, shit, calm down,’ Lithuania pinned squirming blond down by the arms. ‘You won’t be more ready than that!’
‘Then I’ll totally never be ready!’
Oh gooood.
Lithuania let his head fall near Poland’s shoulder. The worst thing was - his partner was hard, sweaty and flushed, his chest moving frantically up and down and he was rubbing himself over Liet’s thigh and god help him, he couldn’t last much longer, especially if the other made those little noises in the back of his throat. What did he do to deserve such a torture?
But then Poland’s arms were around him and his neck was being showered with wet, sloppy kisses. He growled lowly and captured hot lips with his own for a slow, deep kiss, making sure that Poland in fact wanted it just the same as he did.
Just, why did he have to make such a fuss over everything?
When pale thighs were finally obediently spread and around his waist and he was slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly pushing into the tight heat, he almost didn’t notice the silver droplets running down Poland’s cheeks.
He was torn between pleasure so intense that it was almost painful, of feeling Poland, his Poland all around him and the worry that despite everything made him stop in his tracks.
Poland wasn't making any noise, but his eyes were staring at the ceiling, big and hazed, and Lithuania couldn’t not notice the pure relief that washed over his face when he stopped his movements. He groaned and buried his face in the crook of Poland’s shoulder.
‘Please, just relax,’ he said in a voice so low that he barely heard himself. Poland took a shaky breath and tightened his arms around Lithuania’s back.
‘Not-cool’ he managed in a raspy voice. Lithuania kissed hot neck, ear and cheek and then, thanks to the last part of his mind that was still working, looked hard into the green eyes and commanded in a strong voice:
‘Kiss me.’
And Poland did, putting into this kiss all his being, all his consciousness, hot, sly tongue meeting his and exploring his mouth in a sensuous, unhurried pace. Poland was an amazing kisser and Lithuania knew that that was the best way to distract him, to make him focus on something other than pain.
He let Poland kiss him, too distracted on his own with all that heat and tightness to even think about responding. The muscles around him finally began to relax and he could push a little deeper, a little more and Poland didn’t even seem to notice, hurriedly eating at his mouth and no longer crying.
Lithuania was so far gone that he wasn’t even thinking anymore and it wasn’t long before he lost himself in this new, beautiful sensation of having Poland so wholly and completely. He knew he was groaning loudly and saying some senseless words, but he couldn’t do anything about this. And it was when he felt a tongue at this exact spot on his neck that made him go completely crazy, and when Poland sucked it and bit it and-
-it was a white pleasure, intense, warm and welcoming and he could only remember that he screamed something while he came.
He regained consciousness some time later, thick fog still heavy in his mind. Poland’s hands were wandering all over his skin and touching his hair.
‘You there?’
Lithuania could only murmur in response.
‘You totally have to get a shower, you know that? You have something weird in your hair. Like, ew.’
Liet was brutally brought onto the earth again.
‘Poland, you idiot,’ he said tenderly. And then he straightened up quickly, sudden realization twisting his guts in knots.
‘Oh god, Feliks-’
They both winced when he completely left Poland’s body.
‘A little careful there?’ hissed the blond, but Lithuania didn’t hear him, freaked out as he was.
Sucker [5/5] complete
anonymous
April 14 2009, 20:46:17 UTC
Poland rolled his eyes as if offended that Lithuania had to state the obvious.
‘Well, I didn’t- you did. Who is better in bed now?’
‘Oh god, Poland, I’m so sorry!’ he exclaimed, hugging his friend close. ‘I suck, I’m sorry!’
‘Aw, Liet, don’t say that.’ Poland’s arms closed around his back. ‘You so don’t suck. Like, seriously. You’re a totally not-sucking guy.’
Liet could only shake his head and trail apologetic kisses all the way from delicate shoulder to hot mouth, mentally banging his head onto- something. Shit, it wasn’t supposed to be like that. Maybe they should have wait a little longer, hell, scratch that, he should have wait a little longer.
Poland sighed against his mouth and it was then that Lithuania realized that those green eyes shined with mirth. He couldn’t really comprehend it, but before he could think about it, Poland was pouting already.
‘See? I told you. Not cool. You should like, totally listen to me. I’m always right.’
‘Feliks,’ he interrupted and looked deep into sparkling eyes. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeated seriously. Poland trailed his face with his fingers and cocked his head to the side, looking thoughtful.
‘But you liked it?’ he asked and his cheeks reddened slightly. ‘I mean, you like, totally had to like it,’ he decided and smirked. ‘It was me after all!’
Lithuania smiled down at Poland and kissed him on the nose.
‘I loved it,’ he whispered. ‘But I’d love it even more if you loved it as well.’
Poland rolled his eyes again, this time with a deep sigh added. He was still smirking and didn’t look Lithuania in the eye, trying to pout.
Liet groaned.
‘Of course I’ll make it up to you,’ he promised. Well, it was no use trying to evade this, besides he did feel pretty guilty.
Poland immediately grinned, his face lit up in that totally addicting way and Lithuania couldn’t help his own smile.
‘Great! I want you to like, give me a blowjob! We will see how bad you are at this!’
Liet felt his mouth hung open and could only stare at Poland who seemed to be way too pleased with himself.
‘And wow, y’know what? You really would suck at it anyway so I won’t even have to deny it!’
Lithuania closed his mouth and rolled off of Poland, burying his burning face in a pillow. Shit, he would never live that down!
Poland laughed loudly beside him and patted him on the shoulder, moving closer and kissing him on the neck.
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Captcha from the last part says: depraved agency. Erm. Have no experience in realistic!gaysex *coughcough* XD but I hope it didn't, well. Suck.
Re: Sucker [5/5] complete
anonymous
April 14 2009, 23:24:46 UTC
That was wonderful~ Really, I was wanting to read these two just today, and this must be one of the best fics with them I've come across. ¤_¤ So...not too fluffy, but still quite...happyfying. Egh, it's late and I'm not making any sense. :9
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‘Poland, don’t even joke about this-’
‘I’m like, totally not joking!’
‘But Poland-’
‘No, stop!’
‘But-’
‘NO!’
Lithuania practically growled with frustration and sat up, looking up at the ceiling as if calling to all the gods possible.
All his nervousness, preparing, learning, fuck, even asking (well, truth be told he was pretty drunk wih that one, damn Russia and his vodka, but it didn’t change the fact that he had asked FRANCE, from all people!) and now Poland was backing off again!
He looked helplessly at the flustered blond and felt his shoulders slump a little. Well of course he wasn’t going to force him, his partner did seem pretty freaked out, but shit, he was hard.
He leaned back even more, clenching the lube in one hand and soothingly putting the other on Poland’s knee. The little blond buried his face in his hands and was blushing madly, but he didn’t stop spreading his legs, as if in invitation and Lithuania was afraid that he’d go completely crazy from temptation.
So, he thought as his mouth suddenly went dry, so maybe trying one more time wouldn’t hurt anyone…
‘Come on, Feliks,’ he said quietly, running his hand down Poland’s pale thigh. ‘You know I’ll be careful, right?’
Poland jerked his leg and Lithuania barely managed to avoid the kick right in his face.
‘BUT IT HURTS!’ screamed Poland on top of his lungs. Liet felt his eyebrow twitch.
‘How does it hurt, I haven’t even touched you yet!’
Shit, he was supposed to be calm and composed but-
‘Like, see? So what will happen when you will touch me?!’
-but Poland successfully made him go completely crazy!
‘How-’ He closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm down- aw, fuck it. ‘How am I even supposed to answer to that?! You’re not making any sense!’
But then Poland sat up so suddenly that Lithuania had to jerk back so that their foreheads wouldn’t collide, and threw his arms around his neck, burying his face in his chest.
‘Lieeeeet,’ whined Poland and pressed himself closer and that was all that Lithuania needed to go limp and sigh with resignation.
‘Shit, I’m furious,’ he said without an actual rage and put his hands on his friend’s back, letting the lube fall on the sheets.
He knew that Poland was only overreacting and, probably, a little acting too, but he couldn’t stop himself from rubbing small circles in a soothing manner. Poland dared to practically purr (what the hell, was it even possible to make a sound like that?) and Lithuania swallowed.
‘Maybe-’ he started and immediately closed his lips tightly. Oh no, it wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had… So ok, he knew that he probably wouldn’t be perfect, but Poland was more clumsy in everything anyway, wouldn’t be careful at all and- and probably completely loose his head, but-
-but if it meant that Poland would calm down already and then let him-
‘Maybe you’d like to top first?’ he blurted out before he had a chance to think more of it.
Poland froze in his arms. Lithuania closed his eyes and buried his face in silky hair, trying to keep his breathing steady.
Oh god, he was so going to regret it later.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity, Poland straightened up, his cheeks still flushed pink, and huffed, rolling his eyes.
‘Totally no. You like, did your stupid research or whatever and if I did you first you’d went so totally pro on me later only to embarrass me.’ He tossed his blond hair behind his shoulder and poked Liet’s chest with his finger. ‘And that would be so totally uncool!’
Lithuania had to bit his lip to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. Trust Poland to turn everything in the opposite direction so as only not to seem that he cared, god forbid.
‘So I take it I shall continue?’ he asked with a sly smile, running his hands over Poland’s sides and bringing him closer. Though, seriously speaking, he’d have to start almost from the beginning. He knew that he wouldn’t have a problem himself - shit, Poland looked so- ravishable when he was like that and his frustrating teasing only made Lithuania harder for some crazy reason. He just wished that Poland didn’t have a problem with getting ready again.
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‘I-’ he started and licked his lips nervously. Lithuania immediately focused his gaze on this pink tongue. ‘I- I-’
And really tried not to sigh tiredly.
‘I want to prepare myself!’ screamed Poland suddenly and buried his face in his hands. ‘Oh gosh, it’s so stupid-’
Lithuania blinked.
‘It- it’ll be easier for me to do it, you know?’ he asked slowly, trying not to sound surprised. Poland only glared at him through his fingers.
‘Ok, ok.’ Liet put his hands up in defeat. ‘We will do it your way.’
‘Ok.’ Poland jerked the lube from the bed and fell down on the pillows acting more offended that he should be in a situation like that. ‘Just don’t- don’t touch for now,’ he muttered, pouring a good amount of lube at his trembling hand.
Lithuania bit his tongue to stop a protest from coming out (don’t touch?! What the hell was he thinking?!) but he let himself spread Poland’s legs a little more so that he could get a better view. Hell, at least he could watch, right?
Surprisingly Poland wasn’t blushing as much as before. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, pushing the tip of his middle finger in.
Lithuania gripped the sheets tightly, not knowing where he should look - at Poland’s scrunched up face, his rapidly raising and falling chest or at this hand that was doing very interesting things.
‘Tell me,’ he said, surprised that he sounded so breathless. ‘Tell me how it feels.’
Green eyes shot open and glared at him.
‘What about you stick a finger up your ass and tell me, huh?!’
Lithuania slapped his forehead. Honestly, why did he even bother…
‘I’m trying to set a mood here, you know?’
‘Yeah?’ panted Poland, working his finger in deeper. ‘And I’m trying to concentrate!’
Lithuania would close his eyes but he didn’t want to miss anything so he just shook his head instead. Poland’s finger was all the way in at the time, his back arched a little and his arm in a strange position and Lithuania really thought that his little idiot of a friend would be more comfortable if he let him do it.
‘Hurts?’ he asked when Poland hesitated.
‘N-no… just feels weird.’ Green eyes looked at him, this time asking and he moved a little closer, seating himself between Poland’s legs.
‘What is it?’ he asked, trying to sound as encouraging as possible. Slowly, hesitantly, he put his hand on Poland’s knee and kissed it, looking at his friend’s face all the while.
Apparently it was all that Poland needed as he bit his lip again and whimpered. Lithuania’s eyes moved quickly down and he felt just how hard his heart was beating in his chest.
The second finger was halfway in and it was obviously just as far as it’d go for now as Poland was panting softly, pressing his hand hard against his flesh and his thighs trembled with the effort of holding his hips up. Lithuania moved even closer and took a hold of slim hips, helping Poland, and leaned in, kissing the soft abdomen.
‘Try third,’ he said, licking the warm skin, trying to distract his partner. But Poland just gasped with outrage and shivered.
‘Hell no! It’s like, enough as it is, I’m so not gonna put there more!’
Lithuania was so surprised that he could only stare at Poland’s flushed face.
‘You… do realize how big my penis is, right?’ he asked uncertainly. Poland rolled his eyes.
‘I’m not blind, y’know,’ he gasped. ‘I just, I can’t-’
‘Poland, it’ll be better later, really. Go slowly, you don’t have to-’
‘You don’t understand!’ cried Poland, flustered and visibly nervous and it was so cute when he squirmed and gasped that Liet moaned without meaning to. ‘The-the third hurts too much!’
Wait. Stop.
Lithuania looked at his friend, his mind working furiously.
‘You-you tried it before?’
And suddenly Poland was blushing so much that it was obvious that he didn’t mean to say that.
‘Poland?’
His friend moaned and started to retreat his hand, but Lithuania quickly grasped his wrist, preventing him from doing so.
‘Oh gosh, Liet, it isn’t fun at all, I-’
‘Answer the question!’ snapped Lithuania, the dread suddenly tight in his chest because shit, France did say that he would, quote, ‘prepare your little cute friend for you if you want’ but he couldn’t be serious, right? Right?!
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Lithuania felt his heart coming back to work.
Poland was- fingering himself? For him? Shit, it was, it-
Suddenly he was on top of his partner, his hand covering Poland’s and the tip of his finger against the opening.
‘I’ll help you,’ he murmured, kissing Poland on the lips reassuringly. ‘Just- try to relax a little.’
Poland frowned, but Lithuania quickly kissed him again, silencing any protests. He smeared a little lube on his finger from Poland’s hand and pressed it between Poland’s own fingers, feeling how his friend tensed suddenly. He barely managed to retreat his tongue before Poland clenched his teeth and hissed.
Slowly but in a steady pace, he inserted the whole finger in, amazed by how hot and impossibly tight Poland was. Once inside, he moved it a little and somehow the feeling of Poland’s fingers right there, just beside his own, made the heat in the pit of his stomach so much more intense.
‘Put one of you fingers away - slowly,’ he commanded, sounding almost like he knew what he was doing.
Poland complied without a word. Lithuania couldn’t really tell how much of his silence was caused by pain and how much by the new situation - he just hoped the majority of it was because of the latter.
Just when Poland’s finger was out, he put in another one of his own, this time quicker. Poland seemed to get the message because he repeated his action with his last finger too and couldn’t hold back a relieved sigh when he finally moved his arm back into more comfortable position.
Lithuania tried not to roll his eyes at Poland’s stupid stubbornness. Instead he placed a quick kiss on flushed cheek and slide down through trembling body until he was facing Poland’s stomach.
‘Did you… put in yourself anything else?’ he asked, cursing his voice for wavering. Poland groaned in dismay and that was as good answer as a ‘yes’.
He smiled and pressed his face against Poland’s stomach.
‘What was it?’
His friend only groaned again and, feeling a little bastard-y, Lithuania pressed his fingers harder in.
‘AH! That HURTS!’ Poland cried out, his hand suddenly gripping Liet’s hair and it was the same that Poland used to- bleh, he had a lube all over his hair now!
Lithuania frowned, but well, he guessed he deserved it.
‘Oh, just tell me.’
‘It was a candle, ok?’ Poland’s face was so red it was more funny than cute. ‘It’s not like I could come up with something else and - like, don’t laugh at me!’
‘I-I don’t,’ stuttered Liet, stifling a laugh. ‘I, ah, I appreciate your effort-’
Oh god, just why did he find it so funny?
‘I hate you,’ whined Poland. ‘I totally hate you! I don’t want to do this anymore!’
Lithuania laughed quietly.
‘But you’re hard, honey,’ he said just for the thrill of it. Poland groaned yet again.
‘It’s not my fault! And don’t call me that!’
Lithuania shook his head in amazement and moved his fingers a little. Poland’s whole body stiffened immediately.
‘Don’t be afraid to move,’ he said, correctly guessing what was wrong. Poland muttered something angrily - really, he was such a girl sometimes - and slowly, delicately moved his hips, and sighed.
‘Better?’ asked Lithuania, working with his fingers all the while, noticing with fascination that Poland’s muscles were becoming more and more loose around him. Shit, it’d be- something, being inside. Completely, fully inside and he and Poland would be together on such a new level. He closed his eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of it alone.
Now Poland was squirming beneath him, moaning softly and Lithuania realized that he was stroking him just after a while. Shit, he should think about it earlier, a way to distract him from the pain - but wasn’t it Poland who had said ‘don’t touch’? The little idiot.
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But if Poland was even panicked earlier, it was nothing compared to the state he was in when Lithuania's fingers left him.
‘No, no, no, Liet, no, I’m totally not ready, aren’t you supposed to like, ask me if I’m ready?!’
‘Poland, shit, calm down,’ Lithuania pinned squirming blond down by the arms. ‘You won’t be more ready than that!’
‘Then I’ll totally never be ready!’
Oh gooood.
Lithuania let his head fall near Poland’s shoulder. The worst thing was - his partner was hard, sweaty and flushed, his chest moving frantically up and down and he was rubbing himself over Liet’s thigh and god help him, he couldn’t last much longer, especially if the other made those little noises in the back of his throat. What did he do to deserve such a torture?
But then Poland’s arms were around him and his neck was being showered with wet, sloppy kisses. He growled lowly and captured hot lips with his own for a slow, deep kiss, making sure that Poland in fact wanted it just the same as he did.
Just, why did he have to make such a fuss over everything?
When pale thighs were finally obediently spread and around his waist and he was slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly pushing into the tight heat, he almost didn’t notice the silver droplets running down Poland’s cheeks.
He was torn between pleasure so intense that it was almost painful, of feeling Poland, his Poland all around him and the worry that despite everything made him stop in his tracks.
Poland wasn't making any noise, but his eyes were staring at the ceiling, big and hazed, and Lithuania couldn’t not notice the pure relief that washed over his face when he stopped his movements. He groaned and buried his face in the crook of Poland’s shoulder.
‘Please, just relax,’ he said in a voice so low that he barely heard himself. Poland took a shaky breath and tightened his arms around Lithuania’s back.
‘Not-cool’ he managed in a raspy voice. Lithuania kissed hot neck, ear and cheek and then, thanks to the last part of his mind that was still working, looked hard into the green eyes and commanded in a strong voice:
‘Kiss me.’
And Poland did, putting into this kiss all his being, all his consciousness, hot, sly tongue meeting his and exploring his mouth in a sensuous, unhurried pace. Poland was an amazing kisser and Lithuania knew that that was the best way to distract him, to make him focus on something other than pain.
He let Poland kiss him, too distracted on his own with all that heat and tightness to even think about responding. The muscles around him finally began to relax and he could push a little deeper, a little more and Poland didn’t even seem to notice, hurriedly eating at his mouth and no longer crying.
Lithuania was so far gone that he wasn’t even thinking anymore and it wasn’t long before he lost himself in this new, beautiful sensation of having Poland so wholly and completely. He knew he was groaning loudly and saying some senseless words, but he couldn’t do anything about this. And it was when he felt a tongue at this exact spot on his neck that made him go completely crazy, and when Poland sucked it and bit it and-
-it was a white pleasure, intense, warm and welcoming and he could only remember that he screamed something while he came.
He regained consciousness some time later, thick fog still heavy in his mind. Poland’s hands were wandering all over his skin and touching his hair.
‘You there?’
Lithuania could only murmur in response.
‘You totally have to get a shower, you know that? You have something weird in your hair. Like, ew.’
Liet was brutally brought onto the earth again.
‘Poland, you idiot,’ he said tenderly. And then he straightened up quickly, sudden realization twisting his guts in knots.
‘Oh god, Feliks-’
They both winced when he completely left Poland’s body.
‘A little careful there?’ hissed the blond, but Lithuania didn’t hear him, freaked out as he was.
‘You-you didn’t come!’
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‘Well, I didn’t- you did. Who is better in bed now?’
‘Oh god, Poland, I’m so sorry!’ he exclaimed, hugging his friend close. ‘I suck, I’m sorry!’
‘Aw, Liet, don’t say that.’ Poland’s arms closed around his back. ‘You so don’t suck. Like, seriously. You’re a totally not-sucking guy.’
Liet could only shake his head and trail apologetic kisses all the way from delicate shoulder to hot mouth, mentally banging his head onto- something. Shit, it wasn’t supposed to be like that. Maybe they should have wait a little longer, hell, scratch that, he should have wait a little longer.
Poland sighed against his mouth and it was then that Lithuania realized that those green eyes shined with mirth. He couldn’t really comprehend it, but before he could think about it, Poland was pouting already.
‘See? I told you. Not cool. You should like, totally listen to me. I’m always right.’
‘Feliks,’ he interrupted and looked deep into sparkling eyes. ‘I’m sorry,’ he repeated seriously. Poland trailed his face with his fingers and cocked his head to the side, looking thoughtful.
‘But you liked it?’ he asked and his cheeks reddened slightly. ‘I mean, you like, totally had to like it,’ he decided and smirked. ‘It was me after all!’
Lithuania smiled down at Poland and kissed him on the nose.
‘I loved it,’ he whispered. ‘But I’d love it even more if you loved it as well.’
Poland rolled his eyes again, this time with a deep sigh added. He was still smirking and didn’t look Lithuania in the eye, trying to pout.
Liet groaned.
‘Of course I’ll make it up to you,’ he promised. Well, it was no use trying to evade this, besides he did feel pretty guilty.
Poland immediately grinned, his face lit up in that totally addicting way and Lithuania couldn’t help his own smile.
‘Great! I want you to like, give me a blowjob! We will see how bad you are at this!’
Liet felt his mouth hung open and could only stare at Poland who seemed to be way too pleased with himself.
‘And wow, y’know what? You really would suck at it anyway so I won’t even have to deny it!’
Lithuania closed his mouth and rolled off of Poland, burying his burning face in a pillow. Shit, he would never live that down!
Poland laughed loudly beside him and patted him on the shoulder, moving closer and kissing him on the neck.
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Captcha from the last part says: depraved agency. Erm.
Have no experience in realistic!gaysex *coughcough* XD but I hope it didn't, well. Suck.
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But I'm happy it was still enjoyable fo you! <3
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Really, I was wanting to read these two just today, and this must be one of the best fics with them I've come across. ¤_¤ So...not too fluffy, but still quite...happyfying. Egh, it's late and I'm not making any sense. :9
Anon hug?
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And thank you! <3 I have a real trouble with keeping fluffiness at bay with those two so I guess it's good that I succeeded here at least a little :)
Also, haha, telepathic much? XD
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Just what I needed. Was having a crummy day but this, this totally helped.
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