[ As if mimicking Hong Kong, Iceland allows himself some time to inhale quick breaths of his own, but he never seems to manage to catch himself or reduce the pace of his inhales. His eyes are half-hooded, staring off almost mindlessly in front of him before twisting his neck around to peck lightly, and amateurishly, at Hong Kong's face and forehead.
He repositions himself slightly, creating just enough distance to let his hand crawl between them. Overcome with the need to explore and touch, he kneads into Hong Kong slightly; massaging his chest and slowly falling lower. The move-away doesn't come this time around. He was done resisting it seemed. ]
aaaah sorry for the late! /A/xiaolongbaozhuFebruary 20 2011, 23:08:52 UTC
[In response Hong Kong rubs his cheek affectionately against Iceland's once he stops, murmuring unintelligible words into his ear. When he repositions himself his eyes open anxiously, only for him give a shuddering breath as Iceland's hand moves down his chest, and he closes his eyes again to enjoy his touches. The heat is building up in him and he feels hot, so very very hot, and a hand goes briefly up to unfasten the chinese buttons at his neck and chest. When he is done he rests it gently on Iceland's own chest, and the heavy garment begins to fall around his shoulders.
Hong Kong feels as though he's in a daze, processing everything that's happening with little to no comprehension, but it feels damn good so it doesn't matter that he's letting his body take over and that he's shifted his head to nuzzle in the crook of Iceland's neck, nipping at it once again. The nips grow gradually more and more insistent, his tongue slipping out every now and then, and he covers the exposed neck with them everywhere his mouth can reach.]
NO WORRIES there's no rush at all- mine will probably be pretty slow, too l-lol ALSO I TL;DR LOLlookscoldFebruary 21 2011, 00:53:40 UTC
[ Iceland's breath hitches far more fiercely than before, an elongated, though quiet, moan squeezes out of his throat just enough to be noticeable. Hong Kong has the right idea to strip. Not only does it increase his desire for this to happen, but he also wants his own bareness to touch the air. However... He's pinned, and he doesn't want to dare risk an interruption.
... It's at this point that he realizes they're both in public. Uneasiness fills his stomach, but his body pushes against that thought as if ordering Iceland that it will get what it wants whether Iceland is in public or not. This would also be the point in time where he reassures himself that, really, in the end, only the trousers need to come off. How classy.
Iceland sighs slightly before finally managing to get his hand... Almost where he wants it to be. There is, of course, that barrier of clothing... But it was a start. He rubs softly against Hong Kong, even grabbing lightly at times. In all honesty, he wanted to dip his hand beyond the barrier of clothing,
( ... )
late again orz and fffff it's fine, not tl;dring at all /3/xiaolongbaozhuFebruary 21 2011, 20:49:54 UTC
A-Ah...
[The motion earns Iceland a gasp and an unconscious slight spreading of the legs as Hong Kong nuzzles harder into his neck with a particularly hard nip, though that's not the only thing that's hard, as he is apt to find out. His panting which had subsided by juust a bit returns full force against Iceland's neck. Hong Kong decides to give up on trying to catch his breath at all, and he arches slightly against his touch, moving his mouth gradually up as he traces a line with his tongue along the muscles in Iceland's neck to the back of his jaw, breath hitching ever so often in pleasure.
And then, a brief flicker of clarity in his mind is enough for him to realise as well that they're both in public for all to see. In Hong Kong's current state of mind, the most he can find in himself to be worried about is who could be watching. Somehow, not a single part of him is questioning what they're doing, what he's doing; he has the heat pooling in his stomach and around it to blame for that. He nibbles gently on Iceland's earlobe,
( ... )
OKAY GOOD i'm used to being the one writing more PHEW 8) ALSO THIS IS SHORT TAGlookscoldFebruary 22 2011, 03:49:16 UTC
[ Fokk. It was almost embarrassing that Hong Kong was the one who had to bring it up when he was normally do concerned about public appearances. He stops his assertive moves almost immediately, and was quite ready to move to some place more comfortable than a floor.
... A floor with a random suit lying beside them. Awesome. ]
I... I guess so...
[ HONG KONG YOU BETTER NOT MAKE ICELAND COOL DOWN BECAUSE OF THIS. THAT WOULD BE SUCH A COCK BLOCK. Iceland slides out from under Hong Kong, pretty awkwardly, ready to make way into one of the many meme bedrooms. Unless Hong Kong had plans for some place better, of course. So vanilla, Iceland. So vanilla. ]
SHORT TAGS ARE FINE TOOxiaolongbaozhuFebruary 22 2011, 18:10:04 UTC
[DON'T WORRY, HE WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN. I GUARANTEE IT.
Hong Kong almost regrets saying anything the moment Iceland stops his movements, but anywhere would be an improvement to the floor and it's just a matter of patience, he manages to reassure himself. When he gets to his own unsteady feet he's back to latching himself around Iceland's neck, his heavy breathing still in his ear as he shivers slightly from his bared shoulders.
Unfortunately he has neither plans for nor clues of anywhere more interesting than the common meme bedroom, seeing as how it's, you know, his first time, so clumsily Hong Kong guides him from behind to the nearby conveniently-placed room. He barely waits for the door to close before he flops backwards onto the bed with a childish enthusiasm, sending his shirt falling down to practically his elbows, and he tugs Iceland downwards by his silly bowtie-thing to catch him in a kiss.]
[ Hey, hey, hey. Careful with that silly bowtie-thing. That SILLY BOWTIE really makes his adult-like outfit comes together... Well, not anymore, seeing as how that pull loosened it completely. Iceland drops down without hesitation, macking on Hong Kong like an irresponsibly loose teenager.
...
Oh. Well. Yeah.
He keeps the long kiss connected while removing his jacket, sliding it off as fast as possible. Then his fingers went to the buttons on his undershirt. Aaaaaaaaaand there goes his blouse. At least the heat wasn't as intense now.
SORRY AGAIN net access is limited at home now & writing stuff like this in school feels weird l-lolxiaolongbaozhuFebruary 25 2011, 03:26:18 UTC
[As Iceland busies himself with stripping, Hong Kong's fingers go to fumble with his sash, eventually succeeding in untying it and shrugging off his shirt. Leaving it crumpled beneath him, he reaches around Iceland's neck to pull him down gently in a now-usual clingy hug of his.
Except this time there are no clothes in the way between them and the feeling of skin on skin makes him shudder and woah, Iceland is hot.
...in more than one sense of the word.
ICEY WHEN HOT, ANYONE?
Lightly, he lets one hand ghost over the bare skin of Iceland's back, and the other one moves up his neck to tighten in his hair as Hong Kong deepens the kiss once more.]
NO APOLOGY NECESSARY (oh man i thought i scared you away asdkjgdsa i'm relieved)lookscoldFebruary 25 2011, 04:00:18 UTC
[ ICEY. WHEN. HOT.
Iceland shivers. The hand is cold compared to everything else around him, and being able to feel it is a definite understatement. It causes him to arch slightly, pushing himself against the other to a further degree. And then there's that pool of heat below...
Oh. Oh god.
He's beginning to get hard, it seems. His body preparing and quite possibly just absolutely anticipating something. He'll continue to show Hong Kong affection with those long-lasting kisses, but his own hands are going down to fiddle with the buttons and zipper of his trousers. He wants this kind of freedom now as well, before it became too constricting. ]
GOMENASAIIIII (gdkjskdjf don't worry, I'm not that easily scared! *m*)9.. ithink)xiaolongbaozhuFebruary 25 2011, 08:26:49 UTC
[AW YEAHHHHHH.
Hong Kong's hand travels down, tracing Iceland's spine before he rests his arm loosely around him. He's so immersed in the kiss that he's oblivious to what Iceland's doing until he pulls away to take another breather. For some reason- was it anticipation? was he scared? (in all honesty, yes, slightly)- a shiver runs down his own spine from the implications.
But the mindtrick and the heat of the moment have done their job all too well.
Shifting underneath Iceland, one arm still around him as he gives him yet another affectionate nuzze, Hong Kong pries off his shoes and leg wraps with one foot and then the other, getting them out of the way so that he can start tugging his pants off.]
safkjdgsdgs WELL I HOPE NOT because i'm a scary personlookscoldFebruary 25 2011, 09:48:58 UTC
[ Iceland is completely oblivious to the small amount of fear that Hong Kong might have, all things considered. Actually, he probably doesn't even register Hong Kong's lack of experience right now. Everything is just allllll right right now.
Some time within the last few minutes... Iceland has managed to kick off those boots. How did he do so so subtly? That's for Iceland to know. He just has so much experience with those damn hooker boots, okay? He backs up a bit, breaking away from Hong Kong for just a moment to tidily remove his trousers and underwear all in one go. No patience for Iceland when he's heated up, it seems. ]
HERE, HONG KONG CAN BE SCARED IN MY PLACExiaolongbaozhuFebruary 26 2011, 06:02:19 UTC
[In the newly made breathing space, Hong Kong sits up, watching Iceland for a few moments before catching himself staring and looking back down. Hesitantly, he removes both layers of his own pants, with a small intake of breath as they brush against him.
And, well, he's obviously as hard as Iceland and his body wants this and he... does too but... Hong Kong leans back down nervously on his arms, waiting for Iceland to be done, and oh, the trembling is back.]
NOOOO I WANNA BE SCARED TOO maybelookscoldFebruary 26 2011, 10:35:15 UTC
[ Iceland tosses all the 'rags' to the side and makes him way over to Hong Kong. God forbid the air touching his skin cools him down any. He notices the trembling, but abandons that thought. It was probably just the sudden rush of cold air.
Probably.
Either way, he wouldn't really know how to help Hong Kong. All he can do is continue with everything he wants now. He nips at Hong Kong's neck slightly while flattening his hand against the other's stomach... Dragging it down until he's close to Hong Kong's member. Oh, hell. Since when did Iceland end up in the leader position? Well. Whatever. He's going to slide his fingers across the shaft of Hong Kong's cock slowly, picking up a bit of speed and coiling his hand around it completely at times. Yep. Hong Kong was hard, but he wanted him to be fully prepared. Maybe he did sense that Hong Kong was inexperienced. Hurr. ]
BOO! are you scared yet. also WHAT UP ICEHK you're kinda interestingxiaolongbaozhuFebruary 26 2011, 23:36:02 UTC
[As Iceland approaches, Hong Kong opens his mouth to say something but whatever it is, it's cut off by an incoherent noise at the nip at his neck, the hand on his stomach-- and it turns into a moan as Iceland takes hold of him. Despite all his fears, he finds himself flat against the bed again- his arms have lost the ability to support himself- and he's gripping the sheets at Iceland's touch, arching slightly against him.
The trembling has turned into shivers of pleasure at this point. His head is tilted back to expose more of his neck to Iceland's teeth, his hips bucking slightly against Iceland's fingers, and he's pretty much completely lost himself by now. Fear still lingers, but only half-consciously, as some nagging feeling at the back of his mind. Hong Kong has better things to enjoy and he can't think at the same time as he does.]
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He repositions himself slightly, creating just enough distance to let his hand crawl between them. Overcome with the need to explore and touch, he kneads into Hong Kong slightly; massaging his chest and slowly falling lower. The move-away doesn't come this time around. He was done resisting it seemed. ]
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Hong Kong feels as though he's in a daze, processing everything that's happening with little to no comprehension, but it feels damn good so it doesn't matter that he's letting his body take over and that he's shifted his head to nuzzle in the crook of Iceland's neck, nipping at it once again. The nips grow gradually more and more insistent, his tongue slipping out every now and then, and he covers the exposed neck with them everywhere his mouth can reach.]
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... It's at this point that he realizes they're both in public. Uneasiness fills his stomach, but his body pushes against that thought as if ordering Iceland that it will get what it wants whether Iceland is in public or not. This would also be the point in time where he reassures himself that, really, in the end, only the trousers need to come off. How classy.
Iceland sighs slightly before finally managing to get his hand... Almost where he wants it to be. There is, of course, that barrier of clothing... But it was a start. He rubs softly against Hong Kong, even grabbing lightly at times. In all honesty, he wanted to dip his hand beyond the barrier of clothing, ( ... )
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[The motion earns Iceland a gasp and an unconscious slight spreading of the legs as Hong Kong nuzzles harder into his neck with a particularly hard nip, though that's not the only thing that's hard, as he is apt to find out. His panting which had subsided by juust a bit returns full force against Iceland's neck. Hong Kong decides to give up on trying to catch his breath at all, and he arches slightly against his touch, moving his mouth gradually up as he traces a line with his tongue along the muscles in Iceland's neck to the back of his jaw, breath hitching ever so often in pleasure.
And then, a brief flicker of clarity in his mind is enough for him to realise as well that they're both in public for all to see. In Hong Kong's current state of mind, the most he can find in himself to be worried about is who could be watching. Somehow, not a single part of him is questioning what they're doing, what he's doing; he has the heat pooling in his stomach and around it to blame for that. He nibbles gently on Iceland's earlobe, ( ... )
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... A floor with a random suit lying beside them. Awesome. ]
I... I guess so...
[ HONG KONG YOU BETTER NOT MAKE ICELAND COOL DOWN BECAUSE OF THIS. THAT WOULD BE SUCH A COCK BLOCK. Iceland slides out from under Hong Kong, pretty awkwardly, ready to make way into one of the many meme bedrooms. Unless Hong Kong had plans for some place better, of course. So vanilla, Iceland. So vanilla. ]
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Hong Kong almost regrets saying anything the moment Iceland stops his movements, but anywhere would be an improvement to the floor and it's just a matter of patience, he manages to reassure himself. When he gets to his own unsteady feet he's back to latching himself around Iceland's neck, his heavy breathing still in his ear as he shivers slightly from his bared shoulders.
Unfortunately he has neither plans for nor clues of anywhere more interesting than the common meme bedroom, seeing as how it's, you know, his first time, so clumsily Hong Kong guides him from behind to the nearby conveniently-placed room. He barely waits for the door to close before he flops backwards onto the bed with a childish enthusiasm, sending his shirt falling down to practically his elbows, and he tugs Iceland downwards by his silly bowtie-thing to catch him in a kiss.]
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...
Oh.
Well.
Yeah.
He keeps the long kiss connected while removing his jacket, sliding it off as fast as possible. Then his fingers went to the buttons on his undershirt. Aaaaaaaaaand there goes his blouse. At least the heat wasn't as intense now.
... Mostly. ]
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Except this time there are no clothes in the way between them and the feeling of skin on skin makes him shudder and woah, Iceland is hot.
...in more than one sense of the word.
ICEY WHEN HOT, ANYONE?
Lightly, he lets one hand ghost over the bare skin of Iceland's back, and the other one moves up his neck to tighten in his hair as Hong Kong deepens the kiss once more.]
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Iceland shivers. The hand is cold compared to everything else around him, and being able to feel it is a definite understatement. It causes him to arch slightly, pushing himself against the other to a further degree. And then there's that pool of heat below...
Oh.
Oh god.
He's beginning to get hard, it seems. His body preparing and quite possibly just absolutely anticipating something. He'll continue to show Hong Kong affection with those long-lasting kisses, but his own hands are going down to fiddle with the buttons and zipper of his trousers. He wants this kind of freedom now as well, before it became too constricting. ]
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Hong Kong's hand travels down, tracing Iceland's spine before he rests his arm loosely around him. He's so immersed in the kiss that he's oblivious to what Iceland's doing until he pulls away to take another breather. For some reason- was it anticipation? was he scared? (in all honesty, yes, slightly)- a shiver runs down his own spine from the implications.
But the mindtrick and the heat of the moment have done their job all too well.
Shifting underneath Iceland, one arm still around him as he gives him yet another affectionate nuzze, Hong Kong pries off his shoes and leg wraps with one foot and then the other, getting them out of the way so that he can start tugging his pants off.]
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Some time within the last few minutes... Iceland has managed to kick off those boots. How did he do so so subtly? That's for Iceland to know. He just has so much experience with those damn hooker boots, okay? He backs up a bit, breaking away from Hong Kong for just a moment to tidily remove his trousers and underwear all in one go. No patience for Iceland when he's heated up, it seems. ]
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And, well, he's obviously as hard as Iceland and his body wants this and he... does too but... Hong Kong leans back down nervously on his arms, waiting for Iceland to be done, and oh, the trembling is back.]
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Probably.
Either way, he wouldn't really know how to help Hong Kong. All he can do is continue with everything he wants now. He nips at Hong Kong's neck slightly while flattening his hand against the other's stomach... Dragging it down until he's close to Hong Kong's member. Oh, hell. Since when did Iceland end up in the leader position? Well. Whatever. He's going to slide his fingers across the shaft of Hong Kong's cock slowly, picking up a bit of speed and coiling his hand around it completely at times. Yep. Hong Kong was hard, but he wanted him to be fully prepared. Maybe he did sense that Hong Kong was inexperienced. Hurr. ]
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The trembling has turned into shivers of pleasure at this point. His head is tilted back to expose more of his neck to Iceland's teeth, his hips bucking slightly against Iceland's fingers, and he's pretty much completely lost himself by now. Fear still lingers, but only half-consciously, as some nagging feeling at the back of his mind. Hong Kong has better things to enjoy and he can't think at the same time as he does.]
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