[Fanfic] "Tactile" and "Taste"

[masterfranny]

This time I bring two fills from the kink meme, because the first one is kinda short, and it would be a waste to make a post just for it, and since both have to do with China. ^^ both contain sex, so please behave accordingly.

Author: me
Pairing: China/America
Rating&Warnings: NC-18, penetration, body-paint
Summary: China convinces America to let him paint over his body...

Tactile

“Once upon a time, there were no rivers and lakes on Earth, but only the Eastern Sea, in which lived four dragons… the Long Dragon, the Yellow Dragon, the Black Dragon and the Pearl Dragon”.

America shifted on the bed, trying to peer from his position at the Nation sitting close to him; China looked completely comfortable on the bed, cross-legged and holding a couple of bowls filled with dense, sticky ink, one blue and one black.

As for the American Nation, he was laying on the bed (pretty soft, if he had to admit that) on his stomach, chest naked, waiting for China to complete his artwork on him.

“Say, how did I end up here again?” America let out a hesitant chuckle, but didn’t stop China from dipping his brush into the black paint and gently pressing it against his shoulder blade.

With a gentle, sweeping movement, China shifted up to America’s neck and back down.

The overall feeling was strange -the coolness of the paint, the vaguely tickling sensation of the brush’s bristles on his skin- but not… not too uncomfortable.

“You should shut up, aru, and try not to move around too much…” China chuckled, and the brush gently moved in a circling motion. “Or the drawings won’t come out well, and we wouldn’t want that, right?”

“No, really. I know I’m the hero and all that, but…” he shivered lightly as the brush trickled the ink down his vertebras. It still felt weird.

Instead of answering, China traced a last ‘something’ on his back and dipped the brush again, this time in the blue ink.

There was a moment of silence, and America squirmed again, “ok, ok, I give up” he huffed, puffing his cheeks in indignation. “Go on -what was that thing about dragons? Were they huge, kick-ass dragons?”

The brush gently traced his shoulders with small, quick touches.

“One day the four dragons flew from the sea into the sky” voice falling back to a gentle, low tone, China smiled. “They soared and dived, playing at hide-and-seek in the clouds”.

America sighed and let his head flop back on the mattress, his arms as a pillow; he could quite remember how the Chinese nation had managed to get him to come at his house -the promise of body paint had been enough to excite America, who loved that kind of thing… of course this wasn’t exactly what he’d been hoping.

Dragons were quite neat, but so very not-American.

Not like his flag, or a Strike Fighter F111, or a burger.

Still, China’s voice when telling stories had a nice quality to it, it was deeper and maybe… older, which reminded America of how many years the Chinese nation had been alive. The thought was almost mind-bugging…

Closing his eyes for a moment, America tried to picture the four dragons happily floating through a blue, endless sky.

“Suddenly, ’Come over here quickly!’ the Pearl Dragon cried out,” China observed the black ideograms painted on America’s shoulder, and biting down on his lower lip he gently added another one to the side, much smaller.

Then he frowned, a small crease on his forehead, and added a few more ideograms, tracing the words for ‘bound’, ‘veil’ and ‘heart’ within a small circle.

The concentration momentarily prevented him from continuing his tale, which in turn made America shift again, almost making him ruin his tracing.

China huffed out “I told you to stay put, aru!” he yelled, back to his usual voice.

“If you continue the story, I will” America grunted out, pouting. Yet, he was amused.

A smile lifting his lips up, china hummed softly under his breath. “So, ‘What's up?’ asked the other three, looking down in the direction where the Pearl Dragon pointed. On the Earth they saw many people putting out fruits and cakes, and burning incense sticks. They were praying!”

The brush was dipped into the black paint once more, and America let out a soft snort when it was pressed against his ticklish side; he froze and shifted again, almost turning around to stop China, but decided not to.

The strange, almost hypnotic feeling of a brush being pressed on his back, the soft scent coming from the mattress (almost like incense, but not as pungent… something nice, lighter), China’s soft voice… everything was making him feel a bit drowsy, but in the good way.

“Hmmm” he murmured, closing his eyes again. “You’d better draw that dragons manly and American…”

China’s reply was a soft hum.

“A white-haired woman, kneeling on the ground with a thin boy on her back, murmured ‘Please send rain quickly, God of Heaven, to give our children rice to eat’… For there had been no rain for a long time”.

With every word, the brush swiftly traced more on America’s naked skin. The touch had somehow changed now, though -it felt lighter, teasing.

America shifted again, blinking away the traces of lethargy and looking up again. China was staring right at him, black eyes fixed on his face, and it sent a different kind of shiver down America’s back.

This was definitely not something he’d been thinking when he had accepted to be painted on.

Yet… it wasn’t unpleasant.

The look was intense, and America found himself shying away from it, staring back at the mattress with a light flush on his cheeks.

The brush was moving again on his skin, and it felt as if it was burning its way through him, strokes that were both warm and pleasantly cool.

Against his will, America arched up to meet the brush’s tip, with a soft moan.

“You’d better… not ask me to pay you for this” he hissed out, hiding his flushed face in his arms. “I’m the awesome hero so you should be glad you’re doing this for me, ha ha~”

China glared down at him, but continued his tale, as the brush returned once more on the blue paint. “The crops withered, the grass turned yellow and fields cracked under the scorching sun.
‘How poor the people are!’ said the Yellow Dragon. ‘And they will die if it doesn't rain soon’. The Long Dragon nodded. Then he suggested, ‘Let's go and beg the Jade Emperor for rain’. That said, he leapt into the clouds”.

The touch of the brush turned rougher, and America gasped at the feeling of it pressing right onto his lower back, where his spine connected with his ass. Once again he arched his back, fingers holding onto the sheets of the bed.

China licked his dry lips, gathered more ink on his brush, and traced a long, intricate series of symbols and ideograms on the skin around America’s hips, avoiding coming into contact with the jeans the other was wearing.

“W-want me to take them off? Or something?” America offered, but he kept his gaze onto the mattress as he asked that.

Every touch and shift of the brush sent tingles down his spine, and he was afraid that if he took away his pants, China would come to realise that his painting was having quite the unwanted reaction.

“I’ll shift them down a bit, aru -I need to reach a bit lower,” the Chinese nation placed the bowls on his lap, free hand coming to pull at the hem of America’s jeans.

The fingers were pleasantly cool, making the skin they touched fizzle on contact.

America flushed harder when China’s hand squirmed on his front, between his body and the bed, searching for the button of his pants, grazing at-

“H-hey, hey, wait a moment! I-I can do that myself!”

He turned around a bit, weight on his right side, and fell silent as he once again met China’s penetrating eyes.

Suddenly, the air around his body turned unbearably hot, and America almost didn’t notice when China’s nimble fingers reached down for his button and zipper, lowering it down. He swallowed hard.

China kept eye contact, but simply pushed down his pants a bit, pressing one hand on America’s side to make him fall back on his stomach.

Much to the American nation’s shock, he found himself further turned on by the soft, steady touches, and when China started painting again, he couldn’t but concentrate on each slow, elegant stroke.

The smallest shift, the way the brush would incline to the right before being lifted up, the contact with new paint -every detail was heightened in America’s senses, and he fought valiantly against arching up again.

Through the light haze that had taken control of his brain, he heard China continue his story in the same deep, alluring voice.

“The other Dragons followed closely and flew towards the Heavenly Palace. Being in charge of all the affairs in Heaven, on Earth and in the sea, the Jade Emperor was very powerful. He was not pleased to see the dragons rushing in” China smiled and leaned forwards, hand pressing gently on America’s back, feeling the soft shiver. “ he stared at them ‘Why do you come here instead of staying in the sea and behaving yourselves?’ he asked”.

With soft, feathery touches, he started tracing more ideograms and symbols on America’s back, not missing a single line, lowering himself down to blow on the rapidly drying ink.

America gasped out at the feeling, unable to keep his composure any more, fingers curling around the mattress as he felt China’s mouth hover so close to his skin, almost teasing him, almost…

“Hnnn…”

The brush was once again on him, this time with a crimson ink America didn’t remember seeing before, tracing some places where China had already worked onto, softly, and the new paint sent wave after wave of heat pooling down in America’s vital regions.

“Y-Yao… w…”

Apparently unperturbed by the American man’s reactions to his work, China hummed pleasantly and moved faster, the brush and the ink a blur on the skin, covering and coating and tracing.

“The Long Dragon stepped forward and said, ‘The crops on earth are withering and dying, Your Majesty. I beg you to send rain down quickly!’,” he continued.

Then, slowly, China uncrossed his legs and leaned to the side, carefully pressing the bowls with the ink to the bedside table; holding the brush with his teeth, he opened the drawer and took out a small case of ointment of a pearly colour.

America had once again half-turned around to stare, erection painfully pressed against the loose front of his pants, and allowed China to shift him until he was pushed down on his back, uncomfortably feeling some of the still wet paint spread between his skin and the candid mattress.

“We’re dirtying your bed-”

China shifted between his legs, fingers once again on his hips, pushing his jeans down, and America swallowed again, deciding for once to just shut up and help the other by kicking the pants away.

It was almost unnerving how the Chinese Nation kept talking whilst he removed his own clothes, but a few lines of his tale were lost to America, who was watching, transfixed, at the expanse of naked skin in front of him.

China was… pale. And thin, but he didn’t look fragile like America had expected him to. He looked ancient, yet young at the same time, black eyes burning with the same desire that America felt flooding his own veins.

This was the sort of Oriental beauty America had heard others talk about, but this was the first time he could actually understand its meaning.

Dipping his brush into the ointment, China applied it to America’s front, teasingly shifting lower and lower with each stroke, making America’s fingers tingle pleasantly, legs parting on their own accord.

“Hmmm… f-feels good” he murmured, swallowing again when China’s brush moved lower.

The brush gently brushed alongside his uncovered length, slowly tracing patterns from the base to its tip, mixing the ointment with the precum already leaking out.

China’s eyes were focused on every single twitch of the body underneath him, aroused yet controlling himself, watching as America writhed, sighed and moaned.

The brush moved down, circling America’s balls, slicking them with salve, looking at the way the other’s erection twitched and grew harder.

“Hnnn… Yao, please…”

America shifted closer, demanding more than just the brush on him, uncomfortable at the deep concentration he could see in the other’s gaze, yet completely turned on by it at the same time.

This pleasure -not just that of the brush on his skin, but the one of being watched like this, so intently, with rapture and desire- was mounting inside him, strong and bubbly.

He vaguely wondered if he should ask ‘why’, but somehow he didn’t care -what he wanted was China’s touch on him again, not just that of the stupid brush, so he moved closer, lifting himself up to press his lips against those of the dark haired Chinese man.

They were soft and sweet, tasting like rice and dumplings, and America tugged China down by his ponytail. It was a strange taste, but one he wanted more of.

His tongue danced out, daring and probing, and China met it with his own, tracing the contours of America’s lips and plunging into his mouth to taste him, fingers still moving to trace every detail of the other’s naked chest.

America let out a pleased moan, strangely not put off by the other nation’s actions, and only wanting him to continue.

The brush fell from China’s fingers as he moved up to rub one of America’s nipples, slow and delicate, appreciating the hesitant touch of America’s own hands over his chest, wrapping around his shoulders, grazing at the scar he still bore on his back.

“Ahn…”

The heat around America was increasing with every gasp he took, lips still anchored to those of China, hands massaging the other’s shoulders to keep himself busy, so that he didn’t tense up when a hand trailed lower, shifting past his achingly erect member and prodding at his entrance.

Flush against the other Nation’s frame, America pushed his hips upwards, gasping and groaning at the contact.

It felt… it felt good. More than just good, it felt… china’s body was not big, and if anything America had a broader built, yet he somehow felt protected in the embrace, lulled into a sense of comfort and pleasure.

As one of the bigger, stronger Nations, America never had time to let others coddle him, protect him, and this feeling was so overwhelming that he simply let himself go, closing his eyes and demanding another kiss.

China complied as his fingers finally moved through the barrier of America’s tightly clenched muscles.

“Y-Yao!”

Gasping out China’s name, America fought against the urge to move away, and instead focused on exploring the Chinese Nation’s naked chest, groaning when ointment-coated fingers pushed inside.

He was burning -the sensation was alien yet pleasant, the stretching fingers carefully tracing his inner passage, scissoring and pushing, rubbing constantly at the skin and muscles…

“Ahnn… ah!” America suddenly arched up, shocked at the rush of pleasure hitting him like a bolt.

Clinging onto China’s body, he moaned out, riding the fingers that were now constantly brushing against a single spot that sent tremors and shivers down his back.

“T-there!”

China shifted again, pushing America back on the bed, his free hand tracing patters everywhere on his body, plunging into the ointment and also into the red paint, his other hand slipping out from inside America, gathering his frame close as he prepared to push in himself.

“Ready, aru?”

“O-of course -I’m not some sissy, after all-”

It was strange to cling at China’s body with all of his strength and feel it tight and alive against him, strong despite its litheness, and America let out a soft groan, licking down on the offered neck as China finally pushed inside.

Being filled -warmth washed all over him, taking away his breath and making him gasp out in a mix of pleasure and heat, choking and clinging at China’s frame as he was gently moved to lie back on the mattress, his legs parted even more.

It was burning. America had a few other sexual encounters, of course (not that he wanted to think about them right now), but nothing felt quite like this -it was powerful, every inch of his body was sizzling with pleasure, humming with waves that left him dizzy yet wanting more, pushing down to meet China’s gentle thrusts.

“A… Alfred…”

Hearing his name uttered with the same deep, throaty voice China used for the tale had America almost lose himself -he clenched his inner muscles, making the Chinese nation gasp out loudly, and demanded another kiss.

Languidly, even too slowly for America’s liking, China pushed into him again and again, fingers dancing on his skin, face and back.

Groans coming louder and louder, the burning, searing sensation raising inside him like a wave, his name murmured with the deep sound that reminded him of rivers and waterfalls…

“More…” he pleaded.

China sealed together their lips again, tongues dancing and intertwining, bodies raising and falling rhythmically…

“Ahh…”

It was coming -white at the edges of his vision, lost in a swimming sea of ecstasy, America kept his eyes open as orgasm washed through him, heightened feeling by China’s gaze still on him, deep black eyes drinking at the sight, also clouded with pleasure.

It was overwhelming -so much that for a second, as he cried out again and again, China’s name somewhere in his screams, he felt the world topple around him, white engulfing his vision, blinding him and deafening him.

China was still moving inside him, and America had enough time to gather his bearings, clenching his inner muscles again, then China let out a soft whimper, fingers tightening their hold on his body-

“Alfred…”

America groaned when he felt China climax inside him, wet and slick, moaning out his name as he shallowly pushed in again and again, riding his orgasm, dropping kisses down America’s chin and neck.

Boneless and spent, America let his head fall back on the pillow, shivering and allowing China to hold him into a tight embrace, slipping out from him.

It was… he didn’t want to move -the warmth was still there, and America was shocked to find himself slowly but surely falling asleep. The arms of the Chinese nation around him were steady and unmoving, soft breathy words in Chinese being murmured close to his ears, lulling him into a sense of calm and relaxation.

“Sleep, Alfred…”

“Remember you have to…” he paused, fighting against the fuzziness, and yawned. “.. tell me the end of your story afterwards… those dragons better be kick-ass…”

America let out a soft sigh and curled closer to China’s body, eyes closing as he fell into a peaceful sleep.

Gently, china removed the glasses from America’s nose, placing them next to the bowls of ink, and traced a last ideogram on America’s stomach using the sticky liquid present there.

America’s body shifted closer to him in his sleep, and China hummed contentedly, a satisfied smile finally making his serious air disappear.

America wouldn’t need to know, of course, that what he had been drawing on his body had nothing to do with the tale he’d been telling him.

No dragons were sketched on his skin, no sea from where the dragons had spiralled to the sky.

Nothing but ideograms and symbols of ancient protection, traced with care on his living canvas, a spell that was meant to give America a needed rest, bounding him to the ancient magic that China still knew and practiced.

Of course there was nothing in his magic that would end up hurting the American Nation -they were all spells to heal, spells to protect and preserve and calm him.

Maybe America looked so strong and independent, but China knew better -everybody needed to feel safe, protected, in their lives, and America had been in need of that.

Possessively holding the bigger frame against him, China closed his eyes, still smiling, and let himself join America into sleep.

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Author: me
Pairing: Korea/China
Rating&Warnings: NC-18, penetration, chest!worshipping
Summary: China offers Korea a pityfuck in exchange for the promise of not bothering him anymore. it backfires.

Taste

“Yao Hyung~ let me grope you again today!”

China felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance, and he quickly looked around, trying in vain to spot a place where to hide into and wait till the danger was gone.

Unfortunately, he was standing in plain sight, and Korea had, alas, already seen him.

“S-stay away from me, aru!” china lifted his arms to stop the other Nation from coming too close to him, but it was all without hope -Korea easily evaded his outstretched arms and tackled him from the side, hands already pressing on his chest to grope.

China let out an undignified squeal and waved his arms around.

“Let go, Yong Soo!”

Instantly Korea’s satisfied smile morphed into a full-blown pout, eyes taking on the look of a kicked puppy. “If brother Yao doesn’t allow me to grope him at my heart’s consent, I’ll write a drama about a rejected Korean!”

China stiffened, already feeling an oncoming headache stir in the back of his head. He so didn’t want to deal with Korea right now.

“Besides,” Korea continued, smile returning again “how can I show my love for my brother if I cannot hug him?”

“Y-you don’t hug me, aru! You grope my chest!”

“Because your breasts belong to Korea, of course!”

Fighting the urge to slam his forehead against the closer wall strong enough to black out (which he couldn’t do -who knew what Korea could do with his body then?), China pushed the other Nation away and took a step backwards.

“I won’t allow you to make that drama, aru! But my chest doesn’t belong to you! Stop groping me!”

Wide eyes grew even wider, the kicked-puppy stare growing even more strong; China faltered a bit, taking another step back.

The situation was growing to be unstoppable, and just like every other day, China was about to give up, knowing it would give him at least a few hours of freedom before Korea returned, when he suddenly was hit by an idea.

If he could offer something to Korea, something that was alluring enough for him to be unable to refuse, China could use it to bribe him and make him stop harassing him…

It had to be something big, and China knew that allowing Korea to grope him wouldn’t be enough (at any rate, Korea did it every day, it wouldn’t be something he’d give up on just to be able to do it with China’s complete consent just once… right?). Maybe…

Admittedly, not the best idea he ever had, but it was an idea anyway, and who knew? It wouldn’t do any worse to try it out. Maybe.

“Yong Soo!” he looked up at the taller Nation, finger pointed at his face, and smirked.

Korea stopped mid-step, blinking down at China. “Yes, brother Yao?”

“I have a proposition for you” he lifted one hand to halt any question from the other Nation, still smirking. “If you agree to what I’m offering you, you’ll never, ever bother me again. Or try to grope me. You’ll stay away”.

A corked eyebrow “not even visit you?”

China scrunched up his nose in thought. It would be heavenly to not see Korea anymore, but he knew it would be pretty much impossible.

“If you visit, you won’t touch me unless I personally request it,” and with that, China knew he had the upper hand with the situation.

Korea hummed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “What’s your proposition?” he asked in the end, clearly curious but calmer.

“If you agree not to ever touch me again afterwards, we’ll have sex together”.

A long pause, then Korea blinked, mouth suddenly dry. “Sex?” he almost screeched, and China fought the urge to smirk.

Yes, it was completely shocking, but China was offering him sex.

Korea acted like someone deprived of such bodily act, and maybe he did want that from China. He really couldn’t see another reason as to why Korea continued groping him and messing up with him.

If he offered the Korean nation a pity fuck, in exchange for the promise of not to be bothered again, then maybe…

‘Well, it has been a while since I got laid,’ China couldn’t believe he actually not just thought about having sex with Korea, but even offered it to him… there again, it could be alluring enough. A one-time pity-fuck, and if he played it right, he would be able to keep Korea away from then on. If not forever, at least for a few decades.

And it would get him rid of all the unresolved tension that Korea always brought forth with his groping.

Besides, Korea wasn’t that bad-looking himself, it wouldn’t be that bad.

China couldn’t really think of another way to settle this thing. It would probably benefit both of them in the end, so why not?

“Yes, sex!” he replied, puffing his chest out. “Oh, I’ll be honest -it’s nothing but a pity-fuck. Nothing else, aru. But if you agree…”

Korea backed away from him, deep in thought, and waved his arms around, long sleeves swatting in the air; he clearly didn’t know what to do, and was definitely torn between accepting and refusing.

China almost groaned. Almost. It was clear Korea valued his groping a lot, but the offer of sex…

Something flashed in Korea’s eyes, because when he turned around towards China, he was not just smiling -he was beaming. “Yao Hyung! I accept!”

China coughed into his fist. He had expected Korea to accept, of course, but now that things were finalized, well, he felt less sure about it himself.

“W-well then, but is it clear? It’s a pity-fuck, nothing more, aru!”

Korea nodded seriously. “Yes, I understand that”.

“And afterwards, you will not bother me again, or grope me, or…”

“Yes, yes” waving a sleeve around, Korea smiled again. “I got that part, daze!”

China flushed and looked to the side, huffing out his hesitation. That was it. The chance he had been expecting since… forever.

Why hadn’t he thought it before? It would have put an end to Korea’s abuse sooner than ever!

“Let’s go, aru!” turning around towards his house, determined to make this go as fast as he could, China advanced a few steps, but was stopped by Korea grabbing his arm.

“No, no, no! At my house, at my house!” Korea tugged China towards himself. “Please!”

Shrugging, China nodded and followed the other Nation. He had actually never been at Korea’s house ever before, it was usually him receiving visits, not the opposite…

He couldn’t deny being vaguely curious about it, actually.

………………………

“Ugh -do you ever clean your house, aru?!”

China found hell. He was sure it existed somewhere, but now he’d found it in Korea’s house.

There was what looked like a giant mob of clothes all piled up in a corner of the sitting room, next to an equally big pile of videogames for various consoles, and there were books and manga everywhere.

China shook his head -not manga, they were manhua. There was difference.

“It’s not dirty!” Korea pouted, and even his curl made a sad face. “It’s all where it should be!”

“It’s messy, aru!” China frowned and pointed at the clothes “they should go somewhere else! And what’s with all the books and manhua everywhere!”

“Manwha originated in Korea,” the other Nation replied easily, pushing China through the sitting room, as if his words explained everything. “And those are cosplay clothes, I am still sewing them”.

“You sew?” now, this was new.

“Of course, daze!” Korea flashed him a smile.

The passed through a corridor filled with old paintings and scrolls, and china hummed in surprise when he noticed some were of Chinese descent. He hadn’t expected Korea to have such good taste, not after all the videogames.

Even his bedroom wasn’t that bad, all considered. A mix of traditional and modern.

“Ok, let’s get this down, aru!” pushing once again his hesitation where it couldn’t reach him, China started unbuttoning his shirt, cheeks flushing red.

The faster, the better, and he wouldn’t let Korea see him unsure about it.

“No, no, let me do it Hyung!” Korea was suddenly close to him, face serious. “I want to do it”.

China faltered but allowed the other Nation to push his hands away. Gently, Korea unbuttoned the remaining of the shirt, moving China towards his bed.

The older Nation complied, sitting down and watching with wide, dark eyes as Korea kneeled in front of him, settled between his legs.

“Allow me, Yao” he purred, hands coming to rest on his legs.

China inwardly rolled his eyes, but remained inert on the bed. What if Korea wanted to do all the work? Better for him. He just had to endure until…

Fingers brushed against his collarbone, touch soft and feathery, trailing down a path to his nipples, and China stifled a gasp of surprise; Korea moved forwards, lips parting to let out a pink tongue that lapped at the Chinese nation’s stomach once.

“I’ve been dreaming of this, Yao” China tried to ignore the way Korea’s voice had dropped an octave lower, seducing and deep, attention wandering to the walls of his room instead.

It was hard to concentrate on other things, though, with Korea’s tongue licking his bellybutton, tracing its contours…

“Hnn…” China was surprised at his own soft moan, and tightened his lips shut, refusing to admit that Korea’s soft, slow movements were having any effect on him.

Fingers danced on his skin, dedicating an excessive (at least in China’s opinion) attention to his nipples, brushing against them, nails grazing their tip until they were hard. Stupid Korea and his fixation with-

“Nnnh…” once again China had to stifle his moan, eyes glazed over.

Korea moved up, pushing China further into the bed and making him fall with his back against the mattress. For a moment china panicked -did he really want this, after all?- but then Korea’s mouth closed around his right nipple, and China gasped, his back arching against his will.

The way his tongue danced and licked, sucking on the erected bud, had China moan out, this time louder. His vital regions suddenly stirred, and he flushed crimson again, ashamed at his own reactions.

“Yong Soo…” when did his voice turn so breathless? “Please, st-”

Korea’s fingers reached to his side, massaging it, the other hand coming to massage his other nipple, and China gasped out again at the feeling.

Fingers pinched at the soft, sensitive skin of his chest whilst Korea worked on him with his tongue, teeth and lips, and suddenly China found himself overpowered.

“Ahhhhn… Yong S-”

A hand was suddenly moving down his clothed tight, inch by inch, parting his leg, massaging circles that kept growing closer and closer to his vital regions, and China let out another moan, almost anticipating the feeling of Korea’s hand on-

The hand completely bypassed China’s growing erection and moved to the belt, undoing it slowly and unbuttoning his pants.

Arching his back, China aided Korea in pushing them down, brain covered in a haze.

It felt… it felt…

Cheeks flushed, panting, China clutched at Korea’s hair, tugging on it to try and reign control over what he was feeling.

Every touch, every nibble and lick sent tremors of pleasure through his body, and it was hard to push it all away.

He didn’t want to push that pleasure away at all.

Korea finally left his abused nipples, but instead of moving down, he moved upwards, joining lips with China’s.

China let out a muffled yelp, but it soon turned into a pleased moan when Korea slipped his talented tongue in his mouth, ravishing every inch of it, hands coming down to massage his tights again.

“Mphhh… hnnn…”

Trailing kisses down his neck, Korea nibbled at the creamy white skin, tasting and lapping at it with fervor, as if China was nothing but a delicious dessert he wanted to enjoy as much as possible.

“Yao,” he breathed out, and China shivered again, now completely erect.

Korea’s hands once again avoided touching where China needed them the most, instead brushing lower, and China wailed loudly when he felt his balls tugged and massaged.

“Yon S- ahhhnnn… p-please…”

Paying no heed to China’s pleas, Korea moved away from him. through his clouded mind, China arched his back, trying to keep contact and heat with the body above his, only to gasp out when Korea’s tongue traced the inside of his left tight.

“Ah… n-not there… I n-need you…”

Korea’s chin brushed against China’s hardened length, making him mewl out loud, but Korea just licked and lapped at the skin surrounding his erection, neglecting the hardened arousal completely.

China moved one hand down to touch himself, but Korea stopped him, swatting his hands away.

“No, Yao… don’t,” he purred, before placing a kiss down on China’s balls, pushing his legs up against the mattress and apart, spreading the other Nation wide open. “This is mine to worship”.

Moaning again, China felt the pleasure wash through him in waves, Korea’s words enough of an aphrodisiac. His head was buzzing, his fingers tingling, his skin-

Korea’s tongue traced lower, gently prodding at his clenched muscles…

“Yong Soo!”

It was mounting, pleasure bursting through him like a flame…

China tugged at Korea’s hair, desperately trying to pull him away, and the other Nation complied, moving up to nuzzle at the tip of his erection-

It was sudden and overwhelming -China came, yelping out, mouth forming an ‘o’ of surprise, erection twitching and covering Korea’s face with sticky, white cream. He wanted to cry out in shame -maybe it really was too long since last time he had sex- but he could barely hold himself together, and then Korea’s hands were on his tights, holding him down, eyes wide in surprise, clear lust in them.

Shuddering and writhing in the hold, China let out a gasp and tried to push Korea away, burning and humming with the afterglow.

“Ahnnn… Yong Soo, I…”

He stopped to stare as Korea’s tongue flicked out to lick at the white trail on his upper lip, tasting China’s juices with a greedy, lust-filled gaze.

“You keep tasting sweet, Yao” he purred. “You make me want to eat you as a whole…”

With no further warning, Korea leaned down on him, tongue lapping at China’s softened erection, which twitched under the sudden ministrations.

“W-wait! Don’t-” all his shame vanished into nothingness as his length was completely cleaned in the same slow, careful pace, skin overly sensitive now lavished with delicious attention, and he all but melted, arching his back and moaning out for more.

Korea’s hands danced down his body, every inch they touched on fire, China putty in his hands, unable to do much else but feel everything Korea wanted him to.

“Ahhhn…”

Fingers gently prodding at his muscles, pushing inside wet and slick with something lily-smelling, pushing the tight skin wide open, carefully inching inside, and China moaned and writhed again, arms wrapped around Korea’s back.

The pleasure was growing inside him again, the need for Korea to just hurry up doubling now, and the Chinese Nation couldn’t deny that his desire was far from gone.

How could it feel so… so damn good?

Inside him, the fingers crooked slightly, now insistently rubbing on a single spot, and China’s eyes snapped wide open, gurgling out an unintelligible yell when his prostate responded to the stimulation, flames of pleasure and heat engulfing him whole.

“Nnnnngh -Yong Soo!”

Legs parting even more, hips jutting upwards, China sobbed when the fingers just kept on abusing him, nudging and rubbing without using too much force, still working on stretching him open, and Korea’s tongue once again danced to his rapidly hardening length.

He was on fire.

Tongue twirling with his own, a battle that China could only fight half-heartedly, fingers lodged deeply inside him, touching and twitching and rubbing, the other hand wrapped around his erection, tugging at it, coaxing to life, spreading more precum on its length, offering China nowhere to run from the growing pleasure, the haze and the heat…

“Can I, Yao?” words breathed in his ear that China couldn’t really pay attention to, the absurdity of Korea just asking that now-

“Y-yes… please… please…”

The fingers retreating from inside him, making China feel empty, a whine leaving his lips as he tried to bring his body flush against that of Korea, still clothed, above him…

Korea moved away, slowly undoing his hanbok and letting it fall softly on the side of the bed, his now naked body returning on top of China’s, settling on top of him with such an unhurried pace that the Chinese man arched his back again, hissing in need.

“H-hurry up, Yong So-”

Korea still didn’t hurry, hands cradling China’s trembling body against his own, settling his legs around his back, the tip of his erect, hardened length pressing against the loosened muscles of China’s entrance, ready to push in but still hesitating.

“Can I, Yao?” Korea repeated.

“If you don’t just move your Korean ass and get inside, aru, I swear-”

Korea pushed inside and groaned, tightly surrounded by clenched muscles, so close himself to coming by the mere presence of his loved China, by the fact that he was finally allowed to do what he wanted to the other Nation, to press into him, caress his body, kiss him-

China’s nails pressed into his back, holding him more against his body, yelling out at the feeling of being filled-

“S-so tight,” with soft kisses pressed against China’s eyelids, Korea propped himself up a bit, shifting the other’s legs further apart, sliding further in.

The Chinese Nation’s breath itched as he attempted to regain the last bits of sanity, but he wasn’t allowed to, because Korea instantly moved, slamming back into him a second later.

“Ahhhhhhhn!”

From there on, China could barely form a coherent thought; stretched far more than what he thought possible, every inch of his inner passage filled, to the point where every shift, every jolt made him cry out at the burning pleasure, Korea’s fingers massaging his hair, his tongue, lips and teeth reaching out for all the skin he could.

Skin tingling, brain buzzing with pleasure and heat, desire, desperately voicing what he felt, over and over, as Korea pushed in again, and again, and-

China could only ride out the wave, the bubbling white pleasure reaching deep with every one of Korea’s thrusts, in and back out, the force enough to send him sprawled against the mattress, holding onto the body over his with all his remaining strength.

“Ahhhh… ”

Unable to do much else than just let himself go, overwhelmed, blinded…

“Y-Yao…” Korea drawled out China’s name with a breathy, raspy voice that sent the Chinese Nation even wilder, raking down at Korea’s back with his nails and gasping out loud.

Liquid fire filled him as Korea aimed all of his strokes from different angles, rolling his hips over and over-

“M-more!”

Crying out his pleasure in his own language, Chinese pleads and demands rising higher in tempo and pitch, eyes rolling in the back of his head with every push inside.

“Ahhh… Y-Yong Soo…”

Heat and sweat rolling down their bodies, skin slapping against skin, rhythmically moving with each other, pushing and pulling and crashing together, desperate motions, need growing-

Needy, clinging, pleasure building-

“Ahh… aaahnnn….”

Finally spilling over for the second time, the world toppling around him as his ears buzzed in pleasure, vision filled with bright light. Muscles’ spasms made China clutch at the body over his, frantic, moaning loudly, eyes meeting those of Korea, open to stare down at him…

China’s arms fell on the mattress, his body feeling boneless and spent and tired, once again burning in the afterglow, gasping out.

“Ahnn…” as he gathered his bearings together, China was abruptly, acutely aware that Korea was still pushing inside him, far-too-skilled fingers still pumping China’s length, his hips still rotating in a way that sent the Chinese Nation into new spasms of pleasure. “W-wait… aaannnnh… Yo… Yong S-Soo…”

“Shhhh…” hot air breathed in his ear before a tongue traced its contours.

China could feel Korea smile against his neck as he leaned down to lick and bite his neck again.

“I’ve barely started, Yao…” he chuckled, also breathless.

China let out a loud wail when Korea pushed his legs up to his shoulders and resumed pounding into him.

………………………

China fidgeted, hands coming to rest against the surface of the table, fingers intertwined, and let his eyes trail down the list of prompts for the monthly meeting, reading a few lines.

Gentle kisses on his naked chest-

His eyes abruptly turned to the side and met with those of America, who waved at him with a wide smile, and he hesitantly waved back, before looking back down at his documents.

In the background, Germany’s speeches of Eco-friendly buildings were lost to his ears, and China forced himself to pay attention.

Ghostly memory of hands trailing down his body-

Once again, he looked to the side, this time noticing the two Italies softly snoring, huddled together, hands clasped together, and frowned. The younger of the two was smiling, nuzzling at his brother, who grunted but didn’t push him away.

Waking up to find Korea’s body spooning him, arms around his waist, fingers curled around his own…

Without being able to stop it, China felt his cheeks turn completely red in shame, and he hurriedly looked back down at his documents.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

And by ‘it’, he meant sex with Korea.

It should have been such a pitiful, meaningless act, and now…

And now his perverted mind couldn’t stop recalling that night.

They had done it enough times that by the end, China had toppled over unconscious, e last memory that of Korea finally coming inside him as well… the Chinese man had lost count of how many times Korea had made him come, over and over, plunging deeply inside him, bringing him higher and higher in pleasure, until everything had blurred away, and the only real thing had been Korea’s body…

The mere thought of it sent tremors down China’s back again.

His body craved for those hands again -to trail over his chest, lavishing him with attention, he craved the feeling of being filled completely, of Korea’s body above his own, strong and firm…

Stiffening in shock, China blinked and hurriedly bit on the inside of his cheek, wincing at the pain and hoping that it would be enough to make his arousal go away.

He didn’t really want that.

When he had woken up, in the late morning, with Korea’s body draped around him, sated and still sweaty, he’d recoiled and forced his tired body out from the bed, and barely stopping to dress himself presentably again, he’d left Korea’s home.

Since that day (it had been over two months before), Korea hadn’t presented himself to bother him, and had respectfully waved at him every time they had seen each other at meetings, without getting closer, yet with a wide, bright smile on his face.

And China had found it hard not to move over to him and slam him against the closest surface.

The fact was… unfortunately, Korea had been good.

Not just… good. He’d been very, very good.

Almost too much. China couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Even though the other was respecting their pact and keeping away from him, mainly going to molest Japan (China knew, because the Japanese Nation called him at least once a week), China missed the groping.

It was contact.

Like the building of sexual tension -the delicious tension that had made Korea work all night.

China groaned again, hiding his face in his hands and looking in front of him. Wrong move -Korea was there, and much to China’s shock, he was staring at him with an unreadable stare, dark eyes unmoving from him.

He shivered, and quickly looked away with a scowl, keeping his attention on Spain, who was talking about… something. When had the European Nation started speaking again?

‘I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about it, aru…’ he knew it was bad. It was worse than bad -it was degrading.

It meant he was lusting over Korea, of all people in the world.

It meant he wanted nothing more than have the other nation take him again. Or would it be just as good, if China were to top?

Unbidden, the mental image of a willing Korea, lowering himself down on China’s ready erection, muscles tightly clenched around it as he moved, flushed and wanting…

China stifled a moan and bit down on his fingers, sharply steering his attention on Spa… no, it was America talking now.

This was getting ridiculous.

He’d gotten so bad that for the last month, he had been jerking off fantasizing about Korea, of his hands pleasuring him, of what his mouth could do to his member, of all the positions they could try out…

‘It… it wouldn’t be bad if I could find a reason to ask him to…’ China paled at his own thoughts.

He wasn’t that sex-crazed as to just get up and ask Korea to fuck him again!

‘But… a reason to back up another pity-fuck… anything…’ China closed his eyes, furrowing his brow. ‘Just…’

Once again he looked up, cheeks crimson, and peered at the Korean Nation -who was now staring at America talking like it was the most interesting thing ever, and China’s frown deepened.

Yes, he’d felt bothered by Korea’s gaze, but… that was exactly how it was supposed to be! Korea had always been interested in him. Groping him, calling out for attention, demanding to be close to him…

If now he looked so distant, so calm… did it mean he’d really just wanted to shag China once, and it was enough? Was he not interested anymore? Or was he content with just that one time?

Korea needed to stop behaving so… he had to break their pact, so that he’d start groping China again. This way, China could offer him another pity-fuck!

But how could that work if Korea was behaving accordingly to his promise, and keeping away from China in the first place?

That couldn’t do -and China was tired of jerking off by thinking about him at night, spread on his own bed, thrashing around, picturing Korea above him…

Tired of ghostly touches in his dreams… and of growing hard every time he thought about Korea.

This was not how it should be -Korea was the obsessed one, not him, aru!

He hadn’t even realised he had slammed his forehead down on the table until Japan gently pressed one hand on his shoulder, hesitantly shaking him once.

“Anou… Yao-san… is everything alright?”

He straightened up in a flash, flushing at the sight of many nations looking at him in confusion.
“Uh- yeah, of course aru! I was just, uh… smashing a mosquito with my forehead, aru! It’s a common practice at my house!”

Japan frowned, but his habit of never contradicting people for once prevented him from calling China out of his clear lie, and looked back at America, who was now laughing and proposing some interesting theory about killing mosquitoes with a flamethrower.

China groaned again.

He couldn’t’ go on like this.

………………………

“Yao Hyung, good morning!”

China froze, and felt his body react accordingly to the carefree voice of Korea, his vital regions stirring already.

“Yong Soo, g-good morning, aru!”

He had already turned around, mouth open to spout some idiocy about (‘can we just do it again? I know it is just another pity-fuck, but I think you liked it so much last time and I feel so generous that I thought-’ ) weather, or some other shit like that, when he stopped and forced himself to stay silent.

He couldn’t just… go and ask Korea.

Anything but that.

He still had his decency. And pride.

Right?

“Brother Yao, is something the matter? You look flustered to me, daze!”

China steered his thoughts into coherency again and shook his head wildly “o-of course I’m fine, aru! It’s just… it’s hot in here, right? And the mosquitoes are killing me!”

“Isn’t it too soon for mosquitoes?” Korea tilted his head to the side, a smile that China couldn’t read (but that irritated him) still on his lips.

China huffed and turned around, walking away from the Korean Nation as quickly as he could, trying to ignore how even Korea waving him goodbye made his body react.

’S-stupid insolent Korean idiot, aru!’ he raged, opening the door of the nearest toilet and slamming it close behind his back.

He marched towards the sink line and splashed his face with some cold water, trying to force the thoughts of a naked Korea riding him away from his mind.

The more time he wasted thinking about it, the more his body craved it, the desire dripping on his skin like water, leaving him frustrated and needy, vital regions already half-hard and poking through his pants.

Still flustered and angered at the Korean Nation, China turned around, his back towards the mirrors and pressing against the sink, and slid one hand in his pants. Thankfully, the bathroom was one of the few nobody ever went to (the toilets didn’t work there), so he knew nobody would come…

“S-stupid… ahnnn…” he threw his head backwards as his fingers caressed his erection, bringing it up to complete attention. He hissed out, parting his legs ever so slightly. “S-stupid… ah… Y-Yong Soo…”

He wrapped his fingers around his length, picturing the other Nation’s face in his mind, his imagination supplying him far too vividly with a pliant Korea kneeling in front of him, mouth wide open, ready to wrap around his erection and suck…

“Ah… hnnn…” China gulped down and breathed deeply, scowl finally disappearing from his forehead, “damn him… for… n-not groping me any-anymore… ahnnnn…”

He jerked faster, mental!Korea slowly licking his length, teeth grazing at the tip of his erection…

China didn’t even hear the door click open, far too caught up in his fantasy, gasping and moaning, bringing himself closer to completion…

Foreign fingers suddenly wrapped around his own, stilling his motions, and China’s eyes snapped wide open in shock, startled out from his haze and fixing his gaze on Korea.

Korea, who was staring at him with a lustful gaze, his hand inside China’s pants…

“I-Yong Soo!” it came out as a loud screech, and China inwardly flushed in shame.

“So… you wanted me to touch you more, brother Yao?” the pleased tone in Korea’s voice made China glare at him, angered and embarrassed, but then Korea’s hand clenched around his own, forcing it to move slowly around his erection, and he gasped out, trembling in need.

The situation had done nothing to lessen his arousal -if anything, Korea’s closeness only made China’s desire grow further.

“Hnnn… n-no… I-”

Korea leaned forwards, his other hand coming to caress China’s collar, causing the older Nation to close his eyes again, caught by a dizzying wave of pleasure.

“Don’t lie to me, brother Yao… did you come thinking about me lately?”

China’s vital regions twitched again, and he gasped.

“N-no!”

Korea shifted even closer, pressing his body flush against that of China.

“But I want to touch brother Yao so much…” he clenched his grip around China’s hand, making the other gasp out. “But I promised I wouldn’t, right? Yet, if brother Yao were to say he wants me to, then… I could…”

China felt his head spin.

“I… y-yes…” shame was nowhere near him. who cared about pride, with Korea’s body so close, holding him still, hot and clearly aroused…

“So you like when I… touch you?”

“Ah… I… I do…”

“And you want me to keep doing it?”

China let out a loud moan, nodding…

Korea pushed away from him, smiling proudly and bouncing around. “I knew you’d cave in! I knew I’d just have to be patient! Brother Yao likes me~ brother Yao wants me to grope him~”

China stared at him in shock, holding himself up only thanks to the sink at his back.

“Y-you stupid idiot, aru! What do you mean by that!”

Korea moved closer again, tongue poking out teasingly from his lips.

“I knew that brother Yao would cave in after I showed him all my love and devotion, daze!” he chuckled, clearly satisfied, and puffed his chest out. “Brother Yao went into withdrawal~”

Speechless, China stared at Korea in shock.

“You didn’t just say what I think you said, aru” he stated, eyes wide.

“Of course! I knew brother Yao would miss me too much, and that he likes me touching him…” his tone lowered one octave at the last part, eyes flashing with lust. “I kept thinking about being able to hold you in my arms and lavish you with attention… I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to take you again, touch you, hold you…”

China groaned, aroused once more…

“But I knew I had to wait for brother to realise that, too…”

China gulped down, straightening up.

“Besides, UST originated in Ko-”

Korea’s last comment was muffled by China’s lips downing on his own, quickly devouring them and rendering him speechless.

Korea didn’t really mind, though, especially as he wrapped his arms around China’s frame, one hand already sneaking inside his pants again.

All was well that ended well, after all.

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Hyung (Korean) - older brother (of a male)