The Space Underneath Your Arms [3/3]
anonymous
January 31 2011, 06:20:17 UTC
"Smells like tea, herbal soap...and sweat," Greece murmured, his voice sounding like a deep purr against Japan's skin. Japan shivered, and then let out an involuntary gasp as he felt warm fingers wrap around his half-hard cock and begin teasing the tip of its shaft. "Do you really get this hard when it comes to armpits?" he said in that same low voice.
"It's-it's called axillism," Japan said, struggling to keep his voice steady as Greece's fingers worked their way up and down a trail they knew every sensitive spot of. "Armpit fetish."
"It's not that odd a fetish," Greece said, his breath still hot on Japan's armpit. "I can see why you'd find their odor enticing." His hand stilled on Japan's cock as he lifted his head up to look at Japan directly. "You didn't have to hide it from me."
Japan shifted uneasily, partly because his cock was already protesting the loss of attention and partly because he knew Greece was right. "It's a fetish for the body part most people find the least attractive," he tried to explain. "Fetishes for body parts like the feet or nape are generally more understandable, but armpit fetish is...not as many people would understand it. I know it would have been better if I had told you upfront instead of, er, sniffing your armpits every time you were asleep like this, but...I'm not a very upfront person, even though I'm trying with you, and-"
He was silenced by a pair of lips pressing against his own. After they separated, breathing heavily, Greece brought both of his hands up to stroke Japan’s underarms and said, "As I've said before...if it ends with us having sex, I'm open to trying it out."
"So blunt," Japan replied, but there was no heat in his words unlike the heat that was fast collecting in his body and groin as Greece laid himself on top of Japan and kissed him slowly but deeply. Japan closed his eyes and let the heat wash away the last traces of his shame, and when one of Greece's hands reached up to rub at one of his armpits, his want solidified into resolve.
He gripped Greece's arms and pushed him to the side, rolling them over until their positions were reversed. Greece blinked and looked up at him from his new position, his eyes more inquisitive than surprised.
Japan placed a hand on Greece's chest, feeling his heartbeat racing underneath his palm and bolstering his confidence. "If we're going to talk about axillism," he said, his eyes fixed on Greece's and his voice husky, "there's this activity called axillary intercourse that I'd like to try out very much."
"It's-it's called axillism," Japan said, struggling to keep his voice steady as Greece's fingers worked their way up and down a trail they knew every sensitive spot of. "Armpit fetish."
"It's not that odd a fetish," Greece said, his breath still hot on Japan's armpit. "I can see why you'd find their odor enticing." His hand stilled on Japan's cock as he lifted his head up to look at Japan directly. "You didn't have to hide it from me."
Japan shifted uneasily, partly because his cock was already protesting the loss of attention and partly because he knew Greece was right. "It's a fetish for the body part most people find the least attractive," he tried to explain. "Fetishes for body parts like the feet or nape are generally more understandable, but armpit fetish is...not as many people would understand it. I know it would have been better if I had told you upfront instead of, er, sniffing your armpits every time you were asleep like this, but...I'm not a very upfront person, even though I'm trying with you, and-"
He was silenced by a pair of lips pressing against his own. After they separated, breathing heavily, Greece brought both of his hands up to stroke Japan’s underarms and said, "As I've said before...if it ends with us having sex, I'm open to trying it out."
"So blunt," Japan replied, but there was no heat in his words unlike the heat that was fast collecting in his body and groin as Greece laid himself on top of Japan and kissed him slowly but deeply. Japan closed his eyes and let the heat wash away the last traces of his shame, and when one of Greece's hands reached up to rub at one of his armpits, his want solidified into resolve.
He gripped Greece's arms and pushed him to the side, rolling them over until their positions were reversed. Greece blinked and looked up at him from his new position, his eyes more inquisitive than surprised.
Japan placed a hand on Greece's chest, feeling his heartbeat racing underneath his palm and bolstering his confidence. "If we're going to talk about axillism," he said, his eyes fixed on Greece's and his voice husky, "there's this activity called axillary intercourse that I'd like to try out very much."
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Also, win at having Greece smell like sea salt and oregano. <3
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