Day of Conception VS One Child Policy... 2/?
anonymous
July 2 2009, 16:06:53 UTC
It was a good kiss, this China could grant him. Russia’s lips were cool at first like a brush of snow and made China’s mouth tingle and burn as the larger man’s hand cupped the curve of his skull and tilted his head back, deepening the kiss. China’s hands fisted in rough cloth as Russia’s tongue invaded his mouth.
There was no coy teasing, no coaxing; no soft flicker of tongue against lip, barely easing its way into the mouth till it was eagerly invited in, till there was a moan of surrender and one was made party to one’s own destruction by way of feeling as if one’s cock was intimately attached to one’s lips. Russia did not care about sharing the blame; he simply took, forcing himself through the defenses of China’s lips and teeth, eagerly tasting, conquering.
Admittedly, it still did feel as if China’s erection was closely related to the way Russia ravaged his mouth - though the play of his fingers through black hair, the press of his large, cool body against China’s was definitely making its own case.
And you could say that China made himself a party to his own destruction anyway, when he wound his arms around Russia’s shoulders and gave as good as he got. (Even better, Russia would later think, but never say.) Their tongues clashed like swords; China pulled back, nipping at Russia’s lip, laughing low and breathlessly at Russia’s wordless growl as he brought their mouths together again.
Conversation resumed, partly, when Russia eventually detached his lips from China’s but promptly attached them to his cheek, then his jaw - nibbling up the curve to his ear and dropping down again to taste China’s throat.
“You must really - ah - want that washing machine,” remarked China, remarkably coherent for someone lifting his hips up, grinding against Russia’s, “if you’re willing to go this - unf, watch my collar! - farahh!”
“You are a very,” groaned Russia, his voice harsh and the syllables guttural, “very, very attractive nation, after all. And - nggh - one must be very fertile in the first place if one has to implement a One Child Policy, da?”
“Baichi,” said China, barely able to catch his breath as Russia impatiently scooped him up and sat him on the countertop, pressing in between his legs and spreading him wide. “You idiot - oh god. If you spent less - ahh - time on projects like Chernobyl, maybe you’d - ah Ivan please - stop firing blanks. Radiation lowers your sperm count, you know,” China added, as his hand slipped underneath Russia’s shirt.
Russia made no reply except to suck harder and more dangerously on the crook of China’s shoulder. In a small corner of his mind, the only part not entirely suffused in pleasure and the urge for moremoremore, China reflected that Russia owed him a new tunic.
He writhed as Russia’s hand groped at him through his pants, throwing his head back with a soft, sharp cry. The feeling of that cold hand meeting his heated flesh was almost more than China could stand. He let his head rest on Russia’s shoulder as he panted, heartbeat quick and pulsing underneath his painfully sensitive skin.
Re: Day of Conception VS One Child Policy... 2/?
anonymous
July 2 2009, 18:07:22 UTC
Is it just me, or has this room suddenly gotten hotter? *fans self* And even with all that smexy foreplay going on, you still managed to work in a couple of historical references which makes me a happy, happy fangirl.
Re: Day of Conception VS One Child Policy... 2/?
anonymous
July 2 2009, 21:46:53 UTC
*Throwing open the windows and cleaning the blood off the screen* Jesus, Author!Anon! You sure know how to write it...You're awesome! I can't wait to see the next part! ^^
Day of Conception VS One Child Policy... 3/?
anonymous
July 13 2009, 20:41:30 UTC
A/N: Apologies for taking so long! Hoping it's worth it!
** For a while, Russia seemed content with groping China through the soft, silky material of his trousers and China wasn’t complaining. He could feel the cold of Russia’s skin even through the cloth. The contrast of it against his heated skin was almost more than he could bear; Yao arched against Ivan’s long fingers greedily, making soft, keening noises in his throat.
China didn’t know where Ivan’s other hand was. Had he been in his normal state of mind, instead of, oh, being molested competently on the counter by Ivan Braginsky, this would definitely have been cause for alarm. As it were, China was only aware of a slight amount of irritation that Russia’s inefficiency. Didn’t he know there were a million other places that hand could be? Up China’s shirt, for one. So why didn’t he just -
There was the clinking of bottles and then a crash. China jumped away with a cry and turned, whipping a head of inky black hair against Russia’s face. That recalcitrant hand was a mess of soy sauce and the bottle lay, overturned and dripping off the bok choy. “Aiya!” said China, trying to jump off the counter but prevented by Russia. “You idiot! What were you trying to do? Aiyoh, look at this mess!”
“Lube,” said Russia, laconically.
China stopped looking about for his dishrags. “What!? You were going to use soy sauce?!”
“Desperate times, comrade,” replied Russia, rather cheerfully as he went back to nuzzling China’s throat. “You and I are both knowing they call for desperate measures, da?”
China told him just what he could do with his desperate measures and soy sauce. Then he moaned because Russia was being very distracting indeed. He nipped at Russia’s ear and then tilted his head into another kiss, one that stole his breath away again. In between Russia’s tongue in his mouth, and Russia’s moan in his ear, China made up his mind to be just as distracting.
There was a little growl of displeasure as China pulled away, his dark eyes alight with a spark of wicked mockery. Then Russia’s own eyes widened as China lifted his sauce-wet hand to his mouth and licked, running his little, pink tongue lightly over the Russian’s fingers. China’s eyelids were lowered as he concentrated on the chill and the salt and the stiffening of Russia’s body - in more than one place; Russia stared, dumbfounded and more than a little aroused at the sight of his fingers so near China’s swollen, red mouth, his creamy eyelids and the fan of his black lashes. Then China flicked him a quick, smug, devilish look and Russia moaned aloud.
“I may have something a little more efficacious than soy sauce,” purred China, sucking hard on Russia’s index finger, “in my bedroom.”
Russia knew an invitation when he heard it. He didn’t spend any time marveling at China’s ability to use words of more than one syllable and simultaneously make him hard at a rock at the same time. He had better things to do. One last nip and his fingers were away from China’s tempting, teasing lips. China gave an outraged little squeak as he was gathered up, his legs instinctively wrapping around Russia’s waist. He swallowed, feeling the evidence of Russia’s arousal pressing solidly against him.
Wickedly, China ground down onto the Russian's erection, feeling Russia’s hands tighten around him in response, heard the groan of pleasure, feeling it reverberate in Russia’s chest. “If you are keeping that up,” murmured Russia in his ear, breath sending a shiver down China’s sensitive skin, “do not be expecting me not to drop you.”
“And if you drop me,” snapped China pertly, “do not be expecting anything else.”
One scowled at the other and the rest of journey to the China’s bedroom was uneventful - except for a brief interlude when China reached up to kiss Russia again and was pushed up against a wall as they moaned and arched against each other.
Re: Day of Conception VS One Child Policy... 3/?
anonymous
July 13 2009, 21:41:52 UTC
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Yes!!! You updated!!! And this is just so so so so damn hot!!! Writer!anon, you've such a way with words that makes the whole scenario both funny and sexy at the same time.
Glad you also inserted China's 'aiya' and 'aiyoh' cause that expression is practically in bred in Chinese. XDDDDD
asdklsajdklsajdskldjkslaj~~~~~~~~~
Don't stop now!!! *needs more*
Gosh Ivan, you do not use soy sauce! D8 OUCH! Wine's worst.
There was no coy teasing, no coaxing; no soft flicker of tongue against lip, barely easing its way into the mouth till it was eagerly invited in, till there was a moan of surrender and one was made party to one’s own destruction by way of feeling as if one’s cock was intimately attached to one’s lips. Russia did not care about sharing the blame; he simply took, forcing himself through the defenses of China’s lips and teeth, eagerly tasting, conquering.
Admittedly, it still did feel as if China’s erection was closely related to the way Russia ravaged his mouth - though the play of his fingers through black hair, the press of his large, cool body against China’s was definitely making its own case.
And you could say that China made himself a party to his own destruction anyway, when he wound his arms around Russia’s shoulders and gave as good as he got. (Even better, Russia would later think, but never say.) Their tongues clashed like swords; China pulled back, nipping at Russia’s lip, laughing low and breathlessly at Russia’s wordless growl as he brought their mouths together again.
Conversation resumed, partly, when Russia eventually detached his lips from China’s but promptly attached them to his cheek, then his jaw - nibbling up the curve to his ear and dropping down again to taste China’s throat.
“You must really - ah - want that washing machine,” remarked China, remarkably coherent for someone lifting his hips up, grinding against Russia’s, “if you’re willing to go this - unf, watch my collar! - farahh!”
“You are a very,” groaned Russia, his voice harsh and the syllables guttural, “very, very attractive nation, after all. And - nggh - one must be very fertile in the first place if one has to implement a One Child Policy, da?”
“Baichi,” said China, barely able to catch his breath as Russia impatiently scooped him up and sat him on the countertop, pressing in between his legs and spreading him wide. “You idiot - oh god. If you spent less - ahh - time on projects like Chernobyl, maybe you’d - ah Ivan please - stop firing blanks. Radiation lowers your sperm count, you know,” China added, as his hand slipped underneath Russia’s shirt.
Russia made no reply except to suck harder and more dangerously on the crook of China’s shoulder. In a small corner of his mind, the only part not entirely suffused in pleasure and the urge for moremoremore, China reflected that Russia owed him a new tunic.
He writhed as Russia’s hand groped at him through his pants, throwing his head back with a soft, sharp cry. The feeling of that cold hand meeting his heated flesh was almost more than China could stand. He let his head rest on Russia’s shoulder as he panted, heartbeat quick and pulsing underneath his painfully sensitive skin.
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Damn, foreplay has never been this sexy and erotic! And they're still speaking coherently!
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Love love loveing this fill!
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omg it's so hot!
and R/C! my OTP! Totally love it!
anon you are VERY good at writing!
can't wait to read moremoremore!!
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For a while, Russia seemed content with groping China through the soft, silky material of his trousers and China wasn’t complaining. He could feel the cold of Russia’s skin even through the cloth. The contrast of it against his heated skin was almost more than he could bear; Yao arched against Ivan’s long fingers greedily, making soft, keening noises in his throat.
China didn’t know where Ivan’s other hand was. Had he been in his normal state of mind, instead of, oh, being molested competently on the counter by Ivan Braginsky, this would definitely have been cause for alarm. As it were, China was only aware of a slight amount of irritation that Russia’s inefficiency. Didn’t he know there were a million other places that hand could be? Up China’s shirt, for one. So why didn’t he just -
There was the clinking of bottles and then a crash. China jumped away with a cry and turned, whipping a head of inky black hair against Russia’s face. That recalcitrant hand was a mess of soy sauce and the bottle lay, overturned and dripping off the bok choy. “Aiya!” said China, trying to jump off the counter but prevented by Russia. “You idiot! What were you trying to do? Aiyoh, look at this mess!”
“Lube,” said Russia, laconically.
China stopped looking about for his dishrags. “What!? You were going to use soy sauce?!”
“Desperate times, comrade,” replied Russia, rather cheerfully as he went back to nuzzling China’s throat. “You and I are both knowing they call for desperate measures, da?”
China told him just what he could do with his desperate measures and soy sauce. Then he moaned because Russia was being very distracting indeed. He nipped at Russia’s ear and then tilted his head into another kiss, one that stole his breath away again. In between Russia’s tongue in his mouth, and Russia’s moan in his ear, China made up his mind to be just as distracting.
There was a little growl of displeasure as China pulled away, his dark eyes alight with a spark of wicked mockery. Then Russia’s own eyes widened as China lifted his sauce-wet hand to his mouth and licked, running his little, pink tongue lightly over the Russian’s fingers. China’s eyelids were lowered as he concentrated on the chill and the salt and the stiffening of Russia’s body - in more than one place; Russia stared, dumbfounded and more than a little aroused at the sight of his fingers so near China’s swollen, red mouth, his creamy eyelids and the fan of his black lashes. Then China flicked him a quick, smug, devilish look and Russia moaned aloud.
“I may have something a little more efficacious than soy sauce,” purred China, sucking hard on Russia’s index finger, “in my bedroom.”
Russia knew an invitation when he heard it. He didn’t spend any time marveling at China’s ability to use words of more than one syllable and simultaneously make him hard at a rock at the same time. He had better things to do. One last nip and his fingers were away from China’s tempting, teasing lips. China gave an outraged little squeak as he was gathered up, his legs instinctively wrapping around Russia’s waist. He swallowed, feeling the evidence of Russia’s arousal pressing solidly against him.
Wickedly, China ground down onto the Russian's erection, feeling Russia’s hands tighten around him in response, heard the groan of pleasure, feeling it reverberate in Russia’s chest. “If you are keeping that up,” murmured Russia in his ear, breath sending a shiver down China’s sensitive skin, “do not be expecting me not to drop you.”
“And if you drop me,” snapped China pertly, “do not be expecting anything else.”
One scowled at the other and the rest of journey to the China’s bedroom was uneventful - except for a brief interlude when China reached up to kiss Russia again and was pushed up against a wall as they moaned and arched against each other.
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Yes!!! You updated!!! And this is just so so so so damn hot!!! Writer!anon, you've such a way with words that makes the whole scenario both funny and sexy at the same time.
Glad you also inserted China's 'aiya' and 'aiyoh' cause that expression is practically in bred in Chinese. XDDDDD
asdklsajdklsajdskldjkslaj~~~~~~~~~
Don't stop now!!! *needs more*
Gosh Ivan, you do not use soy sauce! D8 OUCH! Wine's worst.
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Update when you can, Anon! You rule, we all know it. ^^
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Aw, Russia. Soy sauce. I giggled.
Yao is so sexy here~ great fill!~
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