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It was one of those perfect days. The wind swept gently through the rye, causing it to bob and sway, before standing proud and tall moments later when the breeze died down. The motion caused a faint roar to filter through the air, not entirely unlike the noise of ocean waves, rolling steadily, surging and subsiding, strangely rhythmic. Toris breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of the fields that surrounded him, finding it wonderfully comforting and so familiar. He released his breath in a long sigh and opened his eyes slowly, squinting slightly as the sunlight assaulted him.
The image that greeted him may as well have been a painting. It was flawless. The colours seemed almost artificial; golden- yellow rye as far as the eye could see, punctuated very occasionally by the emerald green of newer shoots and distant trees, canopied by an azure sky dotted with pristine white clouds. It was more of an art piece than reality and yet the warmth of the sun upon skin, and the scent of the crops assured him that this perfect scene was just as real and alive as he was.
With a soft smile and green eyes slightly glazed in the pleasure of utter contentment, Toris reached out with bare hands to lovingly caress the rye before him, reveling in rough texture, and quietly thanking it for the support it would provide throughout the winter to come.
“It’s been a good summer,” he muttered.
“Hmm?”
He turned to his companion and offered him a smile as affectionate as the one he had directed towards his crops. “I was just saying that it’s been a good summer.”
Feliks gazed up towards the sky for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Yeah, the weather’s been totally nice,” he agreed. “We should have an awesome harvest this year.”
“Mmm,” Toris replied. “Shouldn’t be too long now.” He glanced back at the other and paused for a moment. “Feliks?”
The blond cocked his head unconsciously in question. “Yeah?”
“Take that piece of rye out of your mouth. You look silly,” Toris laughed.
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Toris chuckled. “It would take more than a piece of cereal hanging out of your mouth to make you look like a ‘super- sexy farmer stud’, Feliks.”
“Hey!” The blond shouted. He viciously tugged the stem out of his mouth, gripped it in his fist, and launched it at his cruel companion.
It flew for a few centimeters before giving up and flopping uselessly to the floor.
Toris lifted his hand to his mouth in a poor attempt to hide his smile, while Feliks’ pout returned in full force.
“Screw you, Toris,” he muttered sulkily.
“Sorry, sorry,” the brunette replied, raising his hands in surrender.
Feliks turned away and stuck his nose in the air. “If you were really sorry, you’d so totally hug me.”
Rolling his eyes, and not surprised in the slightest, Toris smiled nonetheless and moved the scant metre needed in order to reach out and wrap his arms around his friend. Feliks took only a second to respond, slinging his arms around Toris’ body and squeezing him close, nuzzling him happily.
The brunette couldn’t help but laugh. “Are all ‘super-sexy farmer stud’s this cuddly?”
Feliks released his hold on the Lithuanian and, frowning, reached up to grab a fistful of hair and tugged on it. “You’re a dick.” Toris smiled, but did not let go. It was partially because some sadistic little part of him wanted to annoy the Pole, but mostly it was because he felt far too comfortable and content standing with his arms looped around the other’s waist, holding him reassuringly close.
The blond offered no further arguments, his hands lowering from the other’s hair to drop down to his shoulders. His twisted his head to gaze out over the sea of yellow, watching as it swayed and rolled in the gentle, warm breeze. He sighed wistfully, green eyes taking on a far away stare. Toris watched him quietly, enjoying the way that the sunlight added a slightly bronzed hue to the other’s skin, and bought out the gold of his hair, just as much as he had previously enjoyed the landscape surrounding them.
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It was with no advance warning, or climatic build up that Feliks leaned in to press his mouth to the other’s. The action wasn’t foreign, or surprising to the Lithuanian who had moved to meet his companion half way, familiarity causing them both to tilt their heads in such a way to maximise the contact before their lips had even touched.
It was a lazy kiss, slow and deep. Feliks’ hands moved to cup Toris’ cheeks, their hold on each other still gentle as if they had all the time in the world and no haste was needed. He pushed his tongue past Toris’ lips, sweeping it over the other’s and taking in his taste. Toris groaned softly and responded, opening his mouth more fully and flicking his tongue against the one pressing into his mouth. His hands slid over Feliks’ back, soothing and adoring him before finally settling- one on the base of his spine, and one upon the centre of his back.
After several minutes had passed by, they drew back from one another. Their eyes fluttered open, and Feliks’ gaze dropped down to the lips he had just parted from. He opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing, instead shrugging minutely and leaning back in to reinitiate their kiss. Toris felt his eyes widen, and let out a little laugh, but offered no complaints.
Their mouths worked together, exploring familiar ground again and again, until Feliks withdrew once again. Toris pouted at the loss, but his frown was wiped away moments later by surprise when Feliks latched onto his neck. His breath caught at the feeling. His neck was sensitive and Feliks suckling on the skin and trailing his mouth up to his ear with long licks was making his already warm cheeks heat up even more.
“Feliks?” he questioned.
The blond ignored him, sliding his hands from the Lithuanian’s shoulders to his chest. He flitted his fingers across the thin, white material that covered it, pausing for a moment before he purposefully tweaked Toris’ nipples.
“Feliks!” he yelped, letting the Pole go.
Feliks pulled back and offered him a cheeky grin. “What?”
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The brunette shivered. “Feli-ksssss!” His warning ended up as a hiss the moment that Feliks grabbed his ass with both hands and purposefully grinded into him.
“Let’s do it.” Feliks’ breath was hot on his ear, suddenly husky and infinitely sexier. He suddenly seemed much closer, as if Toris was suddenly more aware of the other’s body. Heat swam through him like a wave, flushing his cheeks in a darker hue, and concentrating in his groin.
“Here?” He spluttered. Arousal may have begun to flood into his system at an alarming rate, but he still had enough common sense to remember where he was.
Feliks gave him a sultry grin; eyes half lidded in a way that he knew turned Toris on. “What’s up? You a wuss?” he whispered, swiping at the Lithuanian’s lips with his tongue.
Toris gulped. His swelling cock was making it harder to form convincing arguments. “I-” He broke off, swallowing a moan as Feliks pushed his hips into his once again. If his own arousal was making it hard to think, the heat from Feliks’ was making it damn near impossible.
“Come on,” Feliks husked, and Toris found himself unthinkingly nodding in response. He received a dazzling grin that made his heart leap, and was none too gently pulled down onto his knees. He couldn’t find the time to be startled, occupied as he was with Feliks’ reclaiming of his mouth.
The blond’s hands wandered everywhere they could; his partner’s mirroring the action as their kisses grew more heated and frantic. Feliks’ hands found their way underneath the loose, white shirt that Toris was wearing, smoothing his touch across his heated skin, and toying with his nipples. His hand paused for a moment, hovering over the brunette’s racing heart, before retreating. He clutched at the material and tugged it up, making it clear that he wanted it off. Toris helped him, breaking their kiss for a few moments, before helping Feliks remove his.
When he moved back into take the Pole’s lips, Feliks pulled back, smirking momentarily and raising his hands to splay them across Toris’ bare chest. With a quick shove and a quiet noise of surprise, the Lithuanian found himself on his back with a very smug-looking Polish man perched upon his waist.
“Gotcha,” Feliks smirked.
Toris frowned up at him, but the blonde ignored it and leaned in, body curling sexily as his mouth found Toris’ chest and began to smother kisses over it. Toris sighed and slipped his fingers into Feliks’ hair, running them through strands the colour of their rye fields, marveling at the silken texture. The blonde moaned softly in approval at the gentle motions, and offered his thanks by taking a nipple into his mouth, causing Toris to gulp heavily. Feliks gazed up at him for a moment, eyes dancing in amusement, obviously aware of the fact that Toris’ hips were trembling in an effort to refrain from thrusting up against Feliks’ warm weight settled so snugly over his heated cock.
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The Pole withdrew his mouth from Toris’ abused chest, pushing himself up onto his hands, and shifting so that he could connect their groins with more ease. He began a slow, rocking motion, sighing with every motion before repeating it. Toris watched him with dreamy eyes, not sure if he was more awed by the glorious, sun-lit creature perched upon him, or the stomach-tightening sensations that were beginning to rhythmically course through him. His hands found their way to Feliks’ hips, gripping on more demandingly than he ever thought he could, and, introvert or not, dragged Feliks into him with more force.
“That’s more like it,” Feliks’ breathed, though his eyes remained shut and his back remained arched. He ground down harder, and faster than before, Toris rising to meet him. Both of them began to breathe more heavily with every passing thrust, eyes fluttering at the sensations. It was starting to become too hot, despite the refreshing breeze still whispering around them. Toris felt uncomfortable amidst the bliss, his breeches beginning to feel too hot, too sticky, too stifling. He reached down and started to tug at the laces that bound them shut.
Feliks paused and opened his eyes, looking down at his companion with questioning eyes, and a heavy flush.
“Need them off,” Toris whispered. Feliks nodded, and shifted, batting Toris’ hand away and undoing the laces himself. He slid off to one side and tugged the breeches clean off, allowing the Lithuanian’s erection to spring free. He wasted little time in ridding himself of his own trousers, and moving back over Toris, delighting in the fact that the usually docile brunette was eyeing him hungrily. He smirked at him, and slid down further still, hands reaching out for Toris’ hips and arousal while keeping his eyes firmly fixed upon the other’s.
His tongue slipped out, flicking at the slit of Toris’ erection, lapping up the salty dew that had already leaked free. The Lithuanian gasped, breaking eye contact to throw his head back, hands clutching at stray stems of golden cereal that formed a carpet around them. Feliks trailed his tongue down towards the base, touching the tip to the vein before moving back up to suck the head into his mouth, beginning a slow, firm rhythm, and groaning occasionally, sending sensual vibrations through Toris’ entire being. Toris withered, the dual sensations of the prickly, rough crop that he laid upon conflicting with the throbbing in his cock, and yet somehow combining deliciously together, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
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“Hey!” he protested.
Toris offered him an apologetic smile that looked anything but, before descending to bury his face into the crook of the blond’s neck sucking feverishly upon the skin, while his hands slid over his chest, arms, cock and thighs, palm worshipping heated, beautiful bare flesh. The Pole rolled his eyes, but didn’t complain any further, enjoying the attention that Toris was lavishing him with. The feeling of Toris throbbing hotly against him turned him on even more anyway.
Toris broke away from his neck, knowing that he would probably regret marking Feliks later, but proud of it for the moment. He regarded the man below him for a long moment, both of them oddly serious, finding something unspoken, but very much welcome in one another’s eyes. Toris smiled then, a small, warm smile that made Feliks’ heart thud within his chest, and leaned down to press a kiss to the other’s slightly open lips. When he pulled back, he traced his fingers over Feliks’ lips in an unspoken question, causing the other to roll his eyes and huff, before he smirked and sucked them into his mouth, playing his tongue over them in a way that reminded Toris of his previous actions.
He swallowed heavily, unsure of how much longer he would be able to hold out. As soon as he deemed his fingers wet enough, he gently, but firmly pulled them free of Felik’s mouth and trailed them down between the blond’s legs. He watched him for a moment, seeking some sort of go ahead from his partner, desperate to alleviate the tension coiled at the base of his stomach, but caring enough about his companion that he wouldn’t dream of doing anything unwelcome.
“Hel-lo? What are you waiting for?” Feliks demanded impatiently, looking annoyed. “Stick them in, already. I’m horny as Hell.”
Toris’ head dropped at that, and he let out a little laugh, glad that he was used to how blunt his friend could be at times.
Truthfully, it was something that he cherished about him.
Wasting no more time, Toris pushed a finger inside, listening to the noises that Feliks was making as an indication as he quickly and methodically readied him with practiced movements. Feliks hissed at the third finger’s entry. Toris soothed the discomfort only moments later by crooking his fingers to touch just the right spot.
Feliks gasped, eyes widening as his body convulsed slightly, legs twitching further apart. “Fuck,” he breathed, “Fuck, Toris, just put it in.”
Such words spoken in such an utterly sexy way left Toris unable to do much more than nod enthusiastically in agreement and withdraw his fingers. He briefly considered flipping the Pole onto his hands and knees, but decided that it would be too much effort and so, instead, nudged his thighs up, positioned himself and entered slowly and smoothly.
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Toris smoothed kisses all over Feliks’ neck as he rocked into and against him, stroking the blond’s smooth thigh. Feliks sighed softly, eyes half lidded as he stared up into the picture-perfect blue sky above their heads. Toris was shifting with every inward drive now, seeking just the right angle. One of Feliks’ hands rose to caress the Lithuanian’s hair, needing something to do with his hands as the pressure slowly began to rise within him. He jolted suddenly as a small shockwave ran through him, liquid fire pooling at the pit of his stomach, causing him to grip more tightly at the other’s hair and let out a choked gasp. Toris made a noise halfway between an ‘ouch’ and a chuckle.
Guessing rightly that he had found what he was looking for, Toris began to move harder and faster, grunting softly as his head began to swim. Feliks gasped, and groaned loudly, clutching at the brunette’s waist with his legs desperately as he plunged back into Toris’ thrusts. His hands found their way around Toris’ neck, pulling his body closer to press their chests together as one of the Lithuanian’s hands left his thigh to wrap around his aching sex, coaxing it with quick, sharp jerks.
“O-ooh, Liet,” Feliks groaned, sobbing out the name that only he was allowed to use. It made Toris feel even dizzier, the heat in his body escalating as his neared his end. His movements grew sharp and frantic, eyes squeezed closed as his mouth found and assaulted Feliks’, teeth and tongues clashing fiercely in desperation.
It didn’t take much more for Feliks to reach his climax, spurting again and again onto Toris and himself with a hastily strangled sob, and blunt fingernails digging into skin. The convulsions around him helped Toris follow shortly after, emptying himself inside the other with a low moan as the tension within him snapped and rushed out in a moment of sheer bliss.
And then they lay boneless together, wrapped around each other as they shook and panted until the aftershocks of their orgasms faded away. Even then, when Toris pushed himself up with trembling arms and roll off to one side, they simply lay together, drained and utterly sated, staring up at the still perfect sky.
It was a long time later that Feliks spoke.
“Well… I totally don’t think anyone’s going to be buying this batch of rye, right?” he said with a grin, plucking some of the stems next to him.
Toris looked back at him in shock for a moment, before laughing softly. He reached out for Feliks’ hand, and Feliks gripped it back as he laughed with him.
They didn’t move again until night fell.
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And I'm so sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm really tired. 8D;
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Wh-what are you talking about, not good?! Porn is admittedly kind of embarassing to right, but you pulled it off like a pro, and characterized them very well. Not to mention the imagery... <33
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Wh-what are you talking about, not good?! Porn is admittedly kind of embarassing to write, but you pulled it off like a pro, and characterized them very well. Not to mention the imagery... <33
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