The Space Underneath Your Arms [2/3]
anonymous
January 31 2011, 06:16:16 UTC
Japan could easily recall their smell, and how it was much like Greece's overall body scent concentrated in a smaller area. "They smell like the air of the coastline we sometimes walk along."
Greece glanced down at one of his armpits. "I thought they'd smell mostly like sweat."
"They smell like that too, but not in a bad way. It reminds me of what we just did together, and..." Japan lowered his eyes from Greece's face to a dark spot on his collarbone. "...the sensations associated with it."
He kept his eyes fixed on Greece's collarbone, but still saw Greece smile at the edge of his vision and reach out to touch his left shoulder lightly. "What do your armpits smell like?"
It was curious how a single touch from Greece could so easily dissipate the remaining tension in Japan's chest. "I'm not sure. I can't really smell them well."
Greece's hand on his shoulder slid down to curl around his upper arm. "May I?" he asked.
Japan, a bit disbelieving, nodded and let Greece gently move his arm away from his side and up to a resting position behind his head. Greece leaned down to look at the exposed armpit and ran the back of his hand over the sensitive skin there.
"So smooth..." Greece murmured. "Are they ticklish?" he asked when Japan bit down on his tongue to stifle the sounds coming from his throat.
"A little bit," Japan admitted. There was also the factor of how the mere concept of Greece being interested in that private part of his, the one he kept carefully clean and smoothly shaved even when he thought no one would want to even see it, was creating squiggly feelings in his stomach. He felt his cock, previously spent from his earlier activities with Greece, begin to stir again.
Then Greece pressed his nose against the soft skin of his armpit, and Japan could feel his breath ghosting against his skin in intervals as he breathed in its scent, repeatedly, as if memorizing and treasuring the smells of the day and the person, all accumulated in that warm crevice normally concealed by clothing or shame. It was a bit like when Japan had believed that Greece would find his thin, white body unappealing and how his subsequent relief when Greece had turned out to enjoy exploring and teasing it very much had made the unexpected attention even more pleasant. He bit his lip again as his cock made its renewed need for attention even clearer.
Greece glanced down at one of his armpits. "I thought they'd smell mostly like sweat."
"They smell like that too, but not in a bad way. It reminds me of what we just did together, and..." Japan lowered his eyes from Greece's face to a dark spot on his collarbone. "...the sensations associated with it."
He kept his eyes fixed on Greece's collarbone, but still saw Greece smile at the edge of his vision and reach out to touch his left shoulder lightly. "What do your armpits smell like?"
It was curious how a single touch from Greece could so easily dissipate the remaining tension in Japan's chest. "I'm not sure. I can't really smell them well."
Greece's hand on his shoulder slid down to curl around his upper arm. "May I?" he asked.
Japan, a bit disbelieving, nodded and let Greece gently move his arm away from his side and up to a resting position behind his head. Greece leaned down to look at the exposed armpit and ran the back of his hand over the sensitive skin there.
"So smooth..." Greece murmured. "Are they ticklish?" he asked when Japan bit down on his tongue to stifle the sounds coming from his throat.
"A little bit," Japan admitted. There was also the factor of how the mere concept of Greece being interested in that private part of his, the one he kept carefully clean and smoothly shaved even when he thought no one would want to even see it, was creating squiggly feelings in his stomach. He felt his cock, previously spent from his earlier activities with Greece, begin to stir again.
Then Greece pressed his nose against the soft skin of his armpit, and Japan could feel his breath ghosting against his skin in intervals as he breathed in its scent, repeatedly, as if memorizing and treasuring the smells of the day and the person, all accumulated in that warm crevice normally concealed by clothing or shame. It was a bit like when Japan had believed that Greece would find his thin, white body unappealing and how his subsequent relief when Greece had turned out to enjoy exploring and teasing it very much had made the unexpected attention even more pleasant. He bit his lip again as his cock made its renewed need for attention even clearer.
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