[APH] Wine-Kissed Lips [LietPol]
Title: Wine-Kissed Lips
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Lithuania and Poland; LietPol
Warnings: Kissing! ♥ and pure, pure fluff
Summary: Lithuania and Poland enjoy each other's company and a good bottle of wine in the summer.
Notes: Kink meme de-anon from forever ago. Just cute fluffy fluff.
Prompt: Lithuania and Poland making out, simple as that.
~*~
It started off, as it always did, with wine and conversation. Toris had been at home, tidying up his house when a tell-tale knock resonated off his walls and the door burst open to reveal Feliks there, a bottle of wine in hand and a ridiculous smile on his face.
”Toriiiisssss!” Feliks called as he closed the door behind him. ”Toris, I have something for youuuuu!” Toris smiled to himself inside the kitchen at the sound of Feliks’s voice. It warmed him from his toes all the way up through his head, and he happily turned to the sunny blonde in the living room.
”What is it-oh, what is this?” Toris asked as Feliks excitedly thrusted the bottle into his hands. Feliks grinned and shucked off his white cardigan and hung it from a chair.
”It’s something Feli gave me, of course,” Feliks said happily. Toris bit his lower lip as he attempted to read the label. Feliks bounded into the kitchen to retrieve the Roman goblets that Toris was so fond of.
”It’s, uh, it says Famiglia Anselma Barolo, do you know what this is?” Toris asked as Feliks came back into the living room and dragged Toris to the couch. The original plan was for Feliks to come over for them to spend some time together, but whever alcohol and Feliks were put together, the night could take any turn.
”Feli said it’s a nice, rich red wine,” Feliks said as he poured them some glasses. ”I dunno, he gave it to me when I saw him yesterday. He said it was, like, his favorite date wine.”
”Feliciano’s food choices are really good...” Toris said as he placed the bottle onto the table beside the couch. They both took a sip, and already Toris felt the happy, warm tingles of alcohol infusing into his bloodstream and flowing up through his brain. Feliks licked his lips and then smacked them, leaning back and tasting the flavor on his tongue.
”It’s totally fruity,” he said definitively. ”It smells really good, too.”
”Strong,” Toris said as he took another sip. Feliks made a sound like a contented purr and snuggled down into the sofa cushions. The dying sunlight dappled in through the curtains and made the slight streaks of strawberry blonde in Feliks’s locks stand out from the rest of his hair. It also made the light glitter sheen on his pink t-shirt become visible. Feliks swirled his glass in his hand and sent an endearing smile towards Toris, which made him feel even more light-headed than he already was. Toris slid down the couch so he was right next to Feliks, laying his arm over his shoulders and kissing the side of his head.
”So,” Toris started, ”I’ve heard through the grapevine that there’s been some complications at work recently?”
It was a date night. They would get together either in Lithuania or Poland, share a meal, and just enjoy each other’s company for a night or two. It was very down-to-earth, nothing outlandish or fancy like Arthur and Alfred or ridiculously sappy like Feliciano and Ludwig. Or even as rough-and-tumble, cook-eat-fuck as Romano and Antonio and Gilbert and Elizabeta tended to be like.
It was just simplicity. Within an hour and a half the bottle had been reduced to half, and the sun had completely set. Feliks was sitting with his back to the arm of the couch, legs crossed in front of him, Toris hovering beside him and leaning on him. They had matching rosy cheeks and slurred words, and even though neither were completely tanked, they had a delightful buzz going and Feliks had stolen more than just a few kisses.
”Feliks-” Toris started, but Feliks cut him off when he pressed his mouth against Toris’s. This kiss was different than the ones from earlier; this one was deeper, incorporating more of Feliks’s strawberry-flavored lips and curious tongue. Toris relented to Feliks’s pestering and soon that tongue was running over his smooth teeth, the back of his lips, and pushing against his own as Feliks sucked on his upper lip and pulled away an inch to come back in for more. Feliks reached up and wrapped his arms around Toris’s neck, pulling Toris closer, inching himself down along the edge of the couch and allowing Toris to half-roll on top of him. Thin fingers wove themselves through Toris’s cinnamon hair, getting lost in the ponytail behind his head. Feliks pulled away in a huff and pushed the wayward hair behind Toris’s ears.
”You totally need a hair cut, Liet,” Feliks murmured, and he looked up into hooded eyes and a sly smile.
”Whatever you say, móje kochanie,” Toris said softly back. Feliks wiggled his shoulders and giggled.
“Polish sounds so good when you speak it,” Feliks said, and Toris grinned and leaned in and kissed him again, running a hand down a lean thigh, applying slight pressure that made Feliks tremble. “Mmmm, Toris...”
Feliks used his thumbs to stroke the back of Toris’s neck in a soothing motion, and Toris smiled into his kisses, reaching up his hands to place them on Feliks’s pink cheeks. He moved away from the blonde’s kiss-swollen lips to his chin, his cheek, then his neck, along his jugular and down to his collarbone, sensitive spots he knew Feliks would enjoy.
“T-Toris, that tickles!” Feliks said but it was in a breathy voice. Toris pulled away from Feliks’s neck and put his forehead to his lover’s, closing his eyes and feeling the breath on his cheeks.
“I love you so much, Feliks,” he murmured. Feliks shifted beneath him.
“I love you, too, Toris,” Feliks replied, and he sounded uncharacteristically serious. But his tone lightened and his eyes brightened and he pulled Toris down into another long, sensual kiss. Toris leaned up and kissed Feliks’s nose, his eyelids, his cheeks, and then settled back onto lips, just focusing on all the small sounds of pleasure Feliks made around him.
The kissing lasted until Toris pulled away and laid his head on Feliks’s chest, breathing heavily and dizzy with emotions. Feliks clamped his arms around Toris’s shoulders and leaned his head back, also panting, but smiling.
“I think,” Feliks said between breaths, “we could use more wine.”
“Maybe,” Toris offered, but Feliks didn’t move. He just ran his fingers through Toris’s hair lovingly.
“We should nap or something,” Toris suggested. He felt Feliks shrug, but when he looked up he already saw Feliks’s eyelids fluttering. “...or we could just go to bed now.”
“It’s, like, eleven p.m., that’s way too early...” Feliks said, but his eyes were closed. Toris pulled himself off of Feliks, corked the wine bottle and placed the glasses on the table. He stood in front of the couch where Feliks was lying, one eye open and focused on Toris.
“Are you gonna get up or am I gonna carry you?” Toris asked, and Felix simply extended his arms and gave Toris a big grin. Toris smiled and bent down, scooping Feliks into his arms and headed for the back of the house, turning off the light in the living room with his hip as he went.
“Awwe, Toris, you like, totally shouldn’t have-OOF!” Feliks cried as Toris unceremoniously dropped him onto his queen-sized bed.
“That’s what you get for making me carry you,” Toris said, and he hopped onto the bed beside Feliks and wrapped his arms around him, enjoying the sweet smell of the summer night, the gentle streetlamps outside and his lullaby of Polish giggles in his ear.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Lithuania and Poland; LietPol
Warnings: Kissing! ♥ and pure, pure fluff
Summary: Lithuania and Poland enjoy each other's company and a good bottle of wine in the summer.
Notes: Kink meme de-anon from forever ago. Just cute fluffy fluff.
Prompt: Lithuania and Poland making out, simple as that.
~*~
It started off, as it always did, with wine and conversation. Toris had been at home, tidying up his house when a tell-tale knock resonated off his walls and the door burst open to reveal Feliks there, a bottle of wine in hand and a ridiculous smile on his face.
”Toriiiisssss!” Feliks called as he closed the door behind him. ”Toris, I have something for youuuuu!” Toris smiled to himself inside the kitchen at the sound of Feliks’s voice. It warmed him from his toes all the way up through his head, and he happily turned to the sunny blonde in the living room.
”What is it-oh, what is this?” Toris asked as Feliks excitedly thrusted the bottle into his hands. Feliks grinned and shucked off his white cardigan and hung it from a chair.
”It’s something Feli gave me, of course,” Feliks said happily. Toris bit his lower lip as he attempted to read the label. Feliks bounded into the kitchen to retrieve the Roman goblets that Toris was so fond of.
”It’s, uh, it says Famiglia Anselma Barolo, do you know what this is?” Toris asked as Feliks came back into the living room and dragged Toris to the couch. The original plan was for Feliks to come over for them to spend some time together, but whever alcohol and Feliks were put together, the night could take any turn.
”Feli said it’s a nice, rich red wine,” Feliks said as he poured them some glasses. ”I dunno, he gave it to me when I saw him yesterday. He said it was, like, his favorite date wine.”
”Feliciano’s food choices are really good...” Toris said as he placed the bottle onto the table beside the couch. They both took a sip, and already Toris felt the happy, warm tingles of alcohol infusing into his bloodstream and flowing up through his brain. Feliks licked his lips and then smacked them, leaning back and tasting the flavor on his tongue.
”It’s totally fruity,” he said definitively. ”It smells really good, too.”
”Strong,” Toris said as he took another sip. Feliks made a sound like a contented purr and snuggled down into the sofa cushions. The dying sunlight dappled in through the curtains and made the slight streaks of strawberry blonde in Feliks’s locks stand out from the rest of his hair. It also made the light glitter sheen on his pink t-shirt become visible. Feliks swirled his glass in his hand and sent an endearing smile towards Toris, which made him feel even more light-headed than he already was. Toris slid down the couch so he was right next to Feliks, laying his arm over his shoulders and kissing the side of his head.
”So,” Toris started, ”I’ve heard through the grapevine that there’s been some complications at work recently?”
It was a date night. They would get together either in Lithuania or Poland, share a meal, and just enjoy each other’s company for a night or two. It was very down-to-earth, nothing outlandish or fancy like Arthur and Alfred or ridiculously sappy like Feliciano and Ludwig. Or even as rough-and-tumble, cook-eat-fuck as Romano and Antonio and Gilbert and Elizabeta tended to be like.
It was just simplicity. Within an hour and a half the bottle had been reduced to half, and the sun had completely set. Feliks was sitting with his back to the arm of the couch, legs crossed in front of him, Toris hovering beside him and leaning on him. They had matching rosy cheeks and slurred words, and even though neither were completely tanked, they had a delightful buzz going and Feliks had stolen more than just a few kisses.
”Feliks-” Toris started, but Feliks cut him off when he pressed his mouth against Toris’s. This kiss was different than the ones from earlier; this one was deeper, incorporating more of Feliks’s strawberry-flavored lips and curious tongue. Toris relented to Feliks’s pestering and soon that tongue was running over his smooth teeth, the back of his lips, and pushing against his own as Feliks sucked on his upper lip and pulled away an inch to come back in for more. Feliks reached up and wrapped his arms around Toris’s neck, pulling Toris closer, inching himself down along the edge of the couch and allowing Toris to half-roll on top of him. Thin fingers wove themselves through Toris’s cinnamon hair, getting lost in the ponytail behind his head. Feliks pulled away in a huff and pushed the wayward hair behind Toris’s ears.
”You totally need a hair cut, Liet,” Feliks murmured, and he looked up into hooded eyes and a sly smile.
”Whatever you say, móje kochanie,” Toris said softly back. Feliks wiggled his shoulders and giggled.
“Polish sounds so good when you speak it,” Feliks said, and Toris grinned and leaned in and kissed him again, running a hand down a lean thigh, applying slight pressure that made Feliks tremble. “Mmmm, Toris...”
Feliks used his thumbs to stroke the back of Toris’s neck in a soothing motion, and Toris smiled into his kisses, reaching up his hands to place them on Feliks’s pink cheeks. He moved away from the blonde’s kiss-swollen lips to his chin, his cheek, then his neck, along his jugular and down to his collarbone, sensitive spots he knew Feliks would enjoy.
“T-Toris, that tickles!” Feliks said but it was in a breathy voice. Toris pulled away from Feliks’s neck and put his forehead to his lover’s, closing his eyes and feeling the breath on his cheeks.
“I love you so much, Feliks,” he murmured. Feliks shifted beneath him.
“I love you, too, Toris,” Feliks replied, and he sounded uncharacteristically serious. But his tone lightened and his eyes brightened and he pulled Toris down into another long, sensual kiss. Toris leaned up and kissed Feliks’s nose, his eyelids, his cheeks, and then settled back onto lips, just focusing on all the small sounds of pleasure Feliks made around him.
The kissing lasted until Toris pulled away and laid his head on Feliks’s chest, breathing heavily and dizzy with emotions. Feliks clamped his arms around Toris’s shoulders and leaned his head back, also panting, but smiling.
“I think,” Feliks said between breaths, “we could use more wine.”
“Maybe,” Toris offered, but Feliks didn’t move. He just ran his fingers through Toris’s hair lovingly.
“We should nap or something,” Toris suggested. He felt Feliks shrug, but when he looked up he already saw Feliks’s eyelids fluttering. “...or we could just go to bed now.”
“It’s, like, eleven p.m., that’s way too early...” Feliks said, but his eyes were closed. Toris pulled himself off of Feliks, corked the wine bottle and placed the glasses on the table. He stood in front of the couch where Feliks was lying, one eye open and focused on Toris.
“Are you gonna get up or am I gonna carry you?” Toris asked, and Felix simply extended his arms and gave Toris a big grin. Toris smiled and bent down, scooping Feliks into his arms and headed for the back of the house, turning off the light in the living room with his hip as he went.
“Awwe, Toris, you like, totally shouldn’t have-OOF!” Feliks cried as Toris unceremoniously dropped him onto his queen-sized bed.
“That’s what you get for making me carry you,” Toris said, and he hopped onto the bed beside Feliks and wrapped his arms around him, enjoying the sweet smell of the summer night, the gentle streetlamps outside and his lullaby of Polish giggles in his ear.