Aceto Balsamico [2/2]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 01:50:42 UTC
He shivered, and braced himself against the carpet to keep from falling over.
Prussia pulled back, smiling. “It’s good, isn’t it?” Slowly, still very much out of it, Romano nodded, his eyes stuck on the small trail of vinegar that dripped from the corner of Prussia’s mouth. The taller Nation took another large sip, and hovered above South, lowering himself slowly, almost sensually, as their lips met again.
This time, Romano welcomed the fluid instantly and its intensity sent him flying. It was everything and it was nothing, it was certainly not the balsamic vinegar he knew, this was..
This was sour and bitter, but that faltered, making place for a rich, sweet taste that sent sparks through his body and shivers up his spine. This was acid, thick, slow running acid but at the same time, it was red wine and Romano swallowed with his mouth open, letting the oxygen enhance the tastes even more, almost forgetting Prussia was even there until his tongue entered his mouth, moving slow and lazily, trying to hang on to the taste of the drink as long as possible. The aftertaste was smoky, but the kiss toned it down, and Romano found himself taking breath from Prussia’s mouth, just to extend, just to keep it from fading and..
He started to feel a little dizzy, yet wanting more of that indescribable feeling. He could understand where Prussia was coming from, as he felt his legs becoming weak and his arms gave in, making him lay flat on his back, Prussia still hanging half over him. How he managed to keep himself up after downing more than half of the bottle’s contents, Romano didn’t even want to know, but it didn’t matter anymore because he took another sip and dipped low.
This kiss was a little less lazy, a little more forced, and Romano almost gagged when the vinegar splashed down his throat. He swallowed hard to keep himself from drowning, seeing from the corner of his eyes how Prussia put the bottle aside and slowly moved to sit on top of him. He arched his back as he swallowed again, feeling Prussia’s hands run through his hair, moving down to stroke the skin of his neck.
He kept his hands there, not moving back but not moving on either, and Romano appreciated this as he returned another kiss, tasting of oak and blood and summer rain, stinging like a thousand tiny needles and burning like lit gasoline.
They weren’t even kissing.
They were just sharing, and tasting, and experiencing and loving every single second of it. They were mixing and mingling and spilling a drink too expensive to even consider consuming it like this but it was right, it was perfect.
Prussia pulled back and gasped for air, but Romano didn’t give him more than two second before pulling him back down, lips colliding, parting, tongues meeting and searching, reviving the faltering taste that lingered inside of them like a heartbeat.
And then, the room became misty, their eyes became hazy, their minds fogged up. Their limbs turned heavy and their bodies needy, their lips turned red and swollen. Then, the time moved faster and their hands moved slower, their gazes locked and fingers intertwined, their breathing ragged and smoky.
The taste started to pull away from them like night did from sunshine, making a long, stretched out escape. They tried to follow, finding lost drops on each other’s cheek, trails of red down their neck. They ran along with the fire like sprinting after a train, savoring that final burn with closed eyes and soft humming.
Prussia shifted, moving, running his fingers through Romano’s hair one last time as he removed himself from his lap, ending to lay next to him, foreheads touching and hands still tangled.
Their noses touched, lightly, slightly, and they gazed at each other, both in disbelief and bliss.
Then, their eyes started closing, their bodies relaxed and their minds shut down.
An almost empty bottle of balsamic vinegar, as only witness to the sunrise.
Re: Aceto Balsamico [2/2]
anonymous
June 28 2009, 02:54:04 UTC
OMG~ Prussia and Romano? Why hadn't this pairing cross my mind before? This is so freaking hot! Man, I'll never look at balsamic vinegar the same way ever again. Gosh!
Ok now that I've calmed down a bit... I really love the writing style and description you put in, especially when they both taste each other. It wasn't rushed, yet not too slow, just nice.
This is the anon who seconded you and love you for filling this.
Prussia pulled back, smiling.
“It’s good, isn’t it?”
Slowly, still very much out of it, Romano nodded, his eyes stuck on the small trail of vinegar that dripped from the corner of Prussia’s mouth. The taller Nation took another large sip, and hovered above South, lowering himself slowly, almost sensually, as their lips met again.
This time, Romano welcomed the fluid instantly and its intensity sent him flying. It was everything and it was nothing, it was certainly not the balsamic vinegar he knew, this was..
This was sour and bitter, but that faltered, making place for a rich, sweet taste that sent sparks through his body and shivers up his spine. This was acid, thick, slow running acid but at the same time, it was red wine and Romano swallowed with his mouth open, letting the oxygen enhance the tastes even more, almost forgetting Prussia was even there until his tongue entered his mouth, moving slow and lazily, trying to hang on to the taste of the drink as long as possible. The aftertaste was smoky, but the kiss toned it down, and Romano found himself taking breath from Prussia’s mouth, just to extend, just to keep it from fading and..
He started to feel a little dizzy, yet wanting more of that indescribable feeling. He could understand where Prussia was coming from, as he felt his legs becoming weak and his arms gave in, making him lay flat on his back, Prussia still hanging half over him. How he managed to keep himself up after downing more than half of the bottle’s contents, Romano didn’t even want to know, but it didn’t matter anymore because he took another sip and dipped low.
This kiss was a little less lazy, a little more forced, and Romano almost gagged when the vinegar splashed down his throat. He swallowed hard to keep himself from drowning, seeing from the corner of his eyes how Prussia put the bottle aside and slowly moved to sit on top of him. He arched his back as he swallowed again, feeling Prussia’s hands run through his hair, moving down to stroke the skin of his neck.
He kept his hands there, not moving back but not moving on either, and Romano appreciated this as he returned another kiss, tasting of oak and blood and summer rain, stinging like a thousand tiny needles and burning like lit gasoline.
They weren’t even kissing.
They were just sharing, and tasting, and experiencing and loving every single second of it. They were mixing and mingling and spilling a drink too expensive to even consider consuming it like this but it was right, it was perfect.
Prussia pulled back and gasped for air, but Romano didn’t give him more than two second before pulling him back down, lips colliding, parting, tongues meeting and searching, reviving the faltering taste that lingered inside of them like a heartbeat.
And then, the room became misty, their eyes became hazy, their minds fogged up. Their limbs turned heavy and their bodies needy, their lips turned red and swollen. Then, the time moved faster and their hands moved slower, their gazes locked and fingers intertwined, their breathing ragged and smoky.
The taste started to pull away from them like night did from sunshine, making a long, stretched out escape. They tried to follow, finding lost drops on each other’s cheek, trails of red down their neck. They ran along with the fire like sprinting after a train, savoring that final burn with closed eyes and soft humming.
Prussia shifted, moving, running his fingers through Romano’s hair one last time as he removed himself from his lap, ending to lay next to him, foreheads touching and hands still tangled.
Their noses touched, lightly, slightly, and they gazed at each other, both in disbelief and bliss.
Then, their eyes started closing, their bodies relaxed and their minds shut down.
An almost empty bottle of balsamic vinegar, as only witness to the sunrise.
Fin.
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Ok now that I've calmed down a bit... I really love the writing style and description you put in, especially when they both taste each other. It wasn't rushed, yet not too slow, just nice.
This is the anon who seconded you and love you for filling this.
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I love the description and your writing style is just exquisite
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Also, this was incredibly hot. ♥
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