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Switzerland simply supplies, “I wasn’t always neutral, you know.”
Lithuania traces the contour of muscle and sinew in Switzerland’s arms and chest, even as Switzerland lifts the other side of the sheets and slides in beside him. Switzerland, after a moment, guides his fingers on a more daring exploration, though he is quiet and, when Lithuania touches him intimately, still soft.
But that is when Switzerland kisses him, controlled and almost tender, and Lithuania lets himself be pressed back against the pillows and firm mattress. Suddenly, Switzerland’s hands are upon him, calloused in places Lithuania isn’t entirely used to, not all together gentle but not demanding and brutal and possessive. Lithuania finds himself, beyond reason, kissing Switzerland back.
It is simply that for a moment: roving hands and the shifting of their mouths against each other, until Lithuania can feel the stirring in his hand. He curls his fingers effortlessly, stroking and swallowing Switzerland’s panting breath between kisses that are growing more and more aggressive with each movement of their body.
Switzerland’s hands on his shoulder, urging him to turn, startle him, make him pull back and stare through the half-darkness. For a moment, Switzerland only stares back, pupils blown and expression one of the purest confusion; then it seems to dawn on him, and he sooths his hands down Lithuania’s side in a gesture that, were it to come from anyone else, Lithuania would call consoling.
Lithuania takes Switzerland’s hand instead, draws it from his side to his mouth and places the fingers against his lips. They linger there for a moment, pressing gently, before Switzerland pushes them into Lithuania’s mouth and down against his tongue. His fingers taste of oil and powder, sharp and strong and not terribly appealing when compared to memories of the calm medicinal tang of hand cream; the strong smell of guns and a hundred other things that are all purely of Switzerland helps to drive away the stench of vodka and dirt and blood, though, and Lithuania sucks at Switzerland’s fingers willingly.
They come from his mouth with a quiet slurp, and Lithuania is surprised when he notices how fast his chest is heaving. The first tentative press of a blunt finger at him is barely anything. He spreads his legs for it, bringing them up and planting his feet firmly on the mattress, grabbing just below his knees.
On the second finger, the sting begins. Switzerland seems utterly lost when Lithuania makes that first pained noise, and stops moving entirely-doesn’t even seem to breathe-until Lithuania tells him, “It’s alright. I’m used to it.”
It doesn’t seem to inspire any great confidence. In fact, Switzerland removes both fingers, and sooths his hand down Lithuania’s stomach, before laying a kiss to the soft skin below his navel.
“It shouldn’t hurt,” Switzerland says against Lithuania’s stomach with great authority. His fingers have crept back, that first one already deep inside and pressing pleasantly about. Lithuania wonders, for a moment, if he is Switzerland’s first man.
Lithuania makes a conscious effort to ignore the sting on the second finger. He grips Switzerland by the hair and moans softly, arching his back when Switzerland kisses a line up from his navel to his lips, grinding down against the fingers inside him. Now, he can feel Switzerland hard against him, the insistent press of a third finger.
He reminds himself, it has been far worse than this. Switzerland is not inconsiderate, simply uneducated in the finer details of how this is supposed to work. Then again-Lithuania arches at a particular brush of Switzerland’s fingers inside him, and thinks perhaps he might be a trifle uneducated in things as well. But only a trifle.
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