Under the Shadow of These Pale Flowers [3/3]
anonymous
June 5 2009, 02:46:26 UTC
He complies, tossing the pants away, and then looks down at Taiwan again, her beautiful, beautiful body gleaming with sweat, and as his gaze wanders down to her vital regions Hong Kong suddenly remembers this is the first time he’s ever had sex with a girl, and, well, it couldn’t be much different than it was with England, could it?
But as he lies on top of Taiwan again and opens his mouth to embarrassedly if she knew what exactly to do next, she squeaks, “I-I’ve never done this before.”
Hong Kong blinks. “Oh.” And then, “That’s all right.”
But Taiwan keeps going on, saying, “I mean, sometimes Japan would...when I was younger, but we never...” she trails off, and her restless gaze finally lands on Hong Kong.
Hong Kong just looks at her thoughtfully, then sits up, asking, “Where do you want me to touch you, for a start?”
Taiwan seems to blush a little more, but then lets her hand drift down in between her legs. “Here...”
He does so, and begins to explore, relishing as every one of Taiwan’s cries and moans make him hotter and hotter, until he feels as if he’s burning up from the inside out.
His fingers touch her slit, and she commands, “P-please, put it in...oh, ah, yes, like that,” and she continues to encourage him as he pushes them in and out, stretching her walls little by little, going farther and farther in, until Taiwan keens Hong Kong’s name out loudly, and then he can’t take it anymore, can’t help it, and then he pushes into her, slowly, too slowly for him but she’s just so precious, and this must hurt, and he can’t hurt her, and--
“Hong Kong,” She calls, placing a hand firmly on his arm. “M-move, please,”
Yes, thank you, and Hong Kong starts a steady rhythm, slamming in and out of her, pushed on by her mewls, and chants of “Hong Kong, Hong Kong, Hong Kong,”
And he chants her name back just as eagerly, kissing her openmouthed, sloppily, until he comes suddenly, and her not long after, shuttering sighs leaving their lips.
He kisses her once more before completely, but carefully (always carefully), collapsing on Taiwan, who smoothes his hair from his sweaty forehead, showering it with butterfly kisses.
And there they lay the rest of the day, reveling in the sound of rain and each other's company.
--- Anon hopes she did a good job, and that this was what OP was looking for. T-this is actually the first time Anon has written smut of any kind. So. Yes. By the way, note about Taiwan's clothing; I put that she was wearing a qipao since this was set in the 40's and that was a fashionable way for Taiwanese women to dress back then. In most illustrations I've seen of Taiwan, though, it looks like she's wearing a more traditional outfit from back when Japan first occupied Taiwan (silk stockings with a silk skirt, plus a traditional-style jacket. Wearing Western-influenced outfits was the fashion then.) Okay, anon will stop being weirdly obsessed with clothing now..
But as he lies on top of Taiwan again and opens his mouth to embarrassedly if she knew what exactly to do next, she squeaks, “I-I’ve never done this before.”
Hong Kong blinks. “Oh.” And then, “That’s all right.”
But Taiwan keeps going on, saying, “I mean, sometimes Japan would...when I was younger, but we never...” she trails off, and her restless gaze finally lands on Hong Kong.
Hong Kong just looks at her thoughtfully, then sits up, asking, “Where do you want me to touch you, for a start?”
Taiwan seems to blush a little more, but then lets her hand drift down in between her legs. “Here...”
He does so, and begins to explore, relishing as every one of Taiwan’s cries and moans make him hotter and hotter, until he feels as if he’s burning up from the inside out.
His fingers touch her slit, and she commands, “P-please, put it in...oh, ah, yes, like that,” and she continues to encourage him as he pushes them in and out, stretching her walls little by little, going farther and farther in, until Taiwan keens Hong Kong’s name out loudly, and then he can’t take it anymore, can’t help it, and then he pushes into her, slowly, too slowly for him but she’s just so precious, and this must hurt, and he can’t hurt her, and--
“Hong Kong,” She calls, placing a hand firmly on his arm. “M-move, please,”
Yes, thank you, and Hong Kong starts a steady rhythm, slamming in and out of her, pushed on by her mewls, and chants of “Hong Kong, Hong Kong, Hong Kong,”
And he chants her name back just as eagerly, kissing her openmouthed, sloppily, until he comes suddenly, and her not long after, shuttering sighs leaving their lips.
He kisses her once more before completely, but carefully (always carefully), collapsing on Taiwan, who smoothes his hair from his sweaty forehead, showering it with butterfly kisses.
And there they lay the rest of the day, reveling in the sound of rain and each other's company.
---
Anon hopes she did a good job, and that this was what OP was looking for. T-this is actually the first time Anon has written smut of any kind. So. Yes.
By the way, note about Taiwan's clothing; I put that she was wearing a qipao since this was set in the 40's and that was a fashionable way for Taiwanese women to dress back then. In most illustrations I've seen of Taiwan, though, it looks like she's wearing a more traditional outfit from back when Japan first occupied Taiwan (silk stockings with a silk skirt, plus a traditional-style jacket. Wearing Western-influenced outfits was the fashion then.) Okay, anon will stop being weirdly obsessed with clothing now..
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