So I heard from Guinness...[4/?]
anonymous
May 27 2009, 04:52:09 UTC
“Where’d you hear that from?” Israel’s voice was hard, but he still had the beginnings of a blush on his cheek.
“Guinness Book of World Records told me.”
“Well, actually England - wait, you drove me all the way out here for that?”
“I thought you could maybe… give us a demonstration?” asked Turkey, carefully running a finger down Israel’s job. For a moment, he didn’t seem to react.
“Well, if you want to know, it’s just breath control, you can learn it from snorkeling -”
“Show me.” He coaxed Israel as close as he dared, lips barely brushing. Then, a short, chaste kiss, but Israel pulled away.
“I -”
Turkey took the opportunity to take that open mouth, tongue licking Israel’s lip, waiting for an invite. Israel just waited, breathing through his nose, until it was obvious that he wouldn’t initiate, and could hold out like that all day.
So instead, Turkey moved his lips lower, tasting bitter concealer all the way. His teeth brushed against Israel’s jaw, and he rested his arms on Israel’s shoulders.
“You’re… you’re not really interested in endurance, are you…?” It was just shock. Israel didn’t pull a gun, didn’t put him in a sleeper hold. Turkey was feeling lucky.
“Nope,” he said, hands finding Israel’s sholderblades, drifting lower…
“Don’t touch my butt.”
Turkey’s hands inched up his sides. He stopped the soft biting enough to say,
“Do you like that?”
“What do you want from me?” asked Israel, “You wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t want something - something big. You think this’ll work. It won’t. You won’t get it, whatever it is…”
“You’re cute, you know that?” he said, giving Israel a peck on the lips.
“I said get your hands off my butt!”
“Those aren’t mine,” said Turkey, smirking and throwing up his hands. When Israel turned back to find Egypt, untucking Israel’s shirt, Turkey’s lips returned to Israel’s neck.
“What - what do you want -”
“I want to know one thing,” said Turkey, pausing to twirl a finger in Israel’s hair. “You a virgin?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” There was something in Israel’s voice that Turkey had never heard before - pleading. Egypt leaned in, resting his chin on Israel’s shoulder.
“We just need some information before we start. Is it really so hard to believe that we’d want to do something good for you?”
“Yes… yes it is.”
“Then just answer me,” said Turkey, breath tickling Israel’s ear, “Virgin, or not?”
“Not…”
“Go on.”
“Why? Isn’t that enough?”
“Fine then, I want some dirt on you to mock you with. And then I want to hear you scream like a little bitch. Is that what you want to hear?” whispered Turkey. Egypt reached around under the shirt to play with a nipple, and the way Israel bit his lip was priceless.
“You-you’re a horrible liar.”
“I know,” said Turkey, “So just tell me what I want to hear, all right?”
“There, there was England, once… and then Germany… once…”
Israel was actually talking. Past Turkey’s disbelief, he realized that he could count Israel’s experience on one hand. Maybe Egypt was right in his plan, spend a lot more time making him comfortable with small things over the week instead of cramming it all into one night of awesome and saving on gas money. Too late now, though. Egypt buried his nose in Israel’s curly hair.
“And… and Germany wanted me to… uhm… do things… to him…”
Turkey held back a laugh. “So England was better?”
“No. They were both awful.”
“Is this awful?” Turkey listened to the soft sounds Israel made at Egypt’s touches.
“What do you want?” Israel cried. They’re going too fast. Turkey signals for Egypt to back off a little, just wrapping his arms around Israel’s stomach, and pulling him into his lap.
“What if I said all we wanted to do was fuck you silly? What if I said we just wanted to have a bit of fun? Like friends.”
“Friends.”
“Well, friends with benefits,” said Turkey. He watched as Israel’s hand inches out of his pocket, away from his phone. Israel believed - or rather, more likely, he wanted to believe, while every rational part of his brain screamed for him to call in the troops.
Lucky for them what Turkey and Egypt were planning on wasn’t exactly rational.
Turkey put a thumb to Israel’s lip. “We don’t not like you. We’d prefer to be friends. Wouldn’t you?”
Re: So I heard from Guinness...[4/?]
anonymous
May 27 2009, 17:53:09 UTC
Israel is so endearing, in a heartbreaking kind of way. And I have the feeling Germany and England wasn´t completly consensual. And augh, I just want to hug him. You´re making this lovely and hot and touching at the same time, and I want to marry you. Or be your friend with benefits. I love you so very much right now.
Re: So I heard from Guinness...[4/?]
anonymous
May 28 2009, 03:38:44 UTC
We can always stalk the entire kink meme to find if our fav authors have posted anything new. Always recognizable from their writing style, anon. Always. *creepy laughs*
“Guinness Book of World Records told me.”
“Well, actually England - wait, you drove me all the way out here for that?”
“I thought you could maybe… give us a demonstration?” asked Turkey, carefully running a finger down Israel’s job. For a moment, he didn’t seem to react.
“Well, if you want to know, it’s just breath control, you can learn it from snorkeling -”
“Show me.” He coaxed Israel as close as he dared, lips barely brushing. Then, a short, chaste kiss, but Israel pulled away.
“I -”
Turkey took the opportunity to take that open mouth, tongue licking Israel’s lip, waiting for an invite. Israel just waited, breathing through his nose, until it was obvious that he wouldn’t initiate, and could hold out like that all day.
So instead, Turkey moved his lips lower, tasting bitter concealer all the way. His teeth brushed against Israel’s jaw, and he rested his arms on Israel’s shoulders.
“You’re… you’re not really interested in endurance, are you…?” It was just shock. Israel didn’t pull a gun, didn’t put him in a sleeper hold. Turkey was feeling lucky.
“Nope,” he said, hands finding Israel’s sholderblades, drifting lower…
“Don’t touch my butt.”
Turkey’s hands inched up his sides. He stopped the soft biting enough to say,
“Do you like that?”
“What do you want from me?” asked Israel, “You wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t want something - something big. You think this’ll work. It won’t. You won’t get it, whatever it is…”
“You’re cute, you know that?” he said, giving Israel a peck on the lips.
“I said get your hands off my butt!”
“Those aren’t mine,” said Turkey, smirking and throwing up his hands. When Israel turned back to find Egypt, untucking Israel’s shirt, Turkey’s lips returned to Israel’s neck.
“What - what do you want -”
“I want to know one thing,” said Turkey, pausing to twirl a finger in Israel’s hair. “You a virgin?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” There was something in Israel’s voice that Turkey had never heard before - pleading. Egypt leaned in, resting his chin on Israel’s shoulder.
“We just need some information before we start. Is it really so hard to believe that we’d want to do something good for you?”
“Yes… yes it is.”
“Then just answer me,” said Turkey, breath tickling Israel’s ear, “Virgin, or not?”
“Not…”
“Go on.”
“Why? Isn’t that enough?”
“Fine then, I want some dirt on you to mock you with. And then I want to hear you scream like a little bitch. Is that what you want to hear?” whispered Turkey. Egypt reached around under the shirt to play with a nipple, and the way Israel bit his lip was priceless.
“You-you’re a horrible liar.”
“I know,” said Turkey, “So just tell me what I want to hear, all right?”
“There, there was England, once… and then Germany… once…”
Israel was actually talking. Past Turkey’s disbelief, he realized that he could count Israel’s experience on one hand. Maybe Egypt was right in his plan, spend a lot more time making him comfortable with small things over the week instead of cramming it all into one night of awesome and saving on gas money. Too late now, though. Egypt buried his nose in Israel’s curly hair.
“And… and Germany wanted me to… uhm… do things… to him…”
Turkey held back a laugh. “So England was better?”
“No. They were both awful.”
“Is this awful?” Turkey listened to the soft sounds Israel made at Egypt’s touches.
“What do you want?” Israel cried. They’re going too fast. Turkey signals for Egypt to back off a little, just wrapping his arms around Israel’s stomach, and pulling him into his lap.
“What if I said all we wanted to do was fuck you silly? What if I said we just wanted to have a bit of fun? Like friends.”
“Friends.”
“Well, friends with benefits,” said Turkey. He watched as Israel’s hand inches out of his pocket, away from his phone. Israel believed - or rather, more likely, he wanted to believe, while every rational part of his brain screamed for him to call in the troops.
Lucky for them what Turkey and Egypt were planning on wasn’t exactly rational.
Turkey put a thumb to Israel’s lip. “We don’t not like you. We’d prefer to be friends. Wouldn’t you?”
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ANON THIS IS DELICIOUS. YOU MUST CONTINUE. :D
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THIS IS COMING OUT HOTTTTTTT!!!!!!
I'll be waiting with bated breaths, anon <33
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(dammit, that´s the only problem with kink_memes. What´s a stalker to do, I ask? *sob*)
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