[Even as he's drunk, Iceland isn't exactly convinced that Hong Kong can be better than him. This won't feel good at all, gosh. It'll only feel good if he tops. Yet, he's still all for this; tilting his head up, stretching his neck up to press his lips hard and passionate against that insistent kiss. He returns it just as deep as Hong Kong dares to kiss, as if in some sort of kissing competition. Booze may make Iceland loose as hell, but he's still full of drunken pride.]
[Though, perhaps that pride breaks a little when Hong Kong moves his legs. Perhaps he surrenders just that little bit more to his friend once that pressure pushes against him and he moans audibly into Hong Kong's mouth between the kiss.]
wasn't it wonderfulxiaolongbaozhuJanuary 21 2012, 10:13:24 UTC
[FUCK YOU, CHI ICE]
[NO, LITERALLY.]
[BECAUSE HONG KONG IS SO ANNOYED RIGHT NOW.]
[but he's too drunk to properly express his annoyedness so the only response Iceland gets is an unintelligible drunken mumble of irritation. Then he finds himself unceremoniously rolled onto his back once more and pinned down against the hard floor, before Hong Kong outright closes his teeth on his his throat and goes right back to thrusting himself into him.]
[WELL IT'S NOT ICELAND'S FAULT but it is my fault whoops.]
[And considering Iceland's drunken mind is as slow as a snail, he doesn't even have time to register that Hong Kong is on top of him once more. Well, not until he feels that sharp pain at his throat and he lets out a noise of pain... Before that sensation from below catches up with the pain, that is. Then that yelp turns into a hard moan. Iceland just lets himself be victim to those teeth; lets himself get fucked hard onto the floor. All without doing a single thing.]
[Possibly because he's still pretty, "wut is goin' on."]
[Possibly because he's fucking lazy.]
[Possibly both.]
[But, hell, he eventually does something. His cheeks build up a deeper red, his breaths become intensely erratic, and he swings his arms around the other; holding him hard and digging nails into the other's back. Of course, it shouldn't really hurt considering Hong Kong still has his shirt on- BUT PRESSURE IS PRESSURE
( ... )
i was planning on tagging more after this but then hk fell asleep on mexiaolongbaozhuJanuary 23 2012, 17:36:22 UTC
[WHATEVER WHATEVER NEITHER IS HE it's okay they can both suck cocks together. Even as Iceland's arms tighten around him, Hong Kong's preeetty much almost there as well, rocking faster and faster into the other as low breathy moans escape with those alcohol-imbued breaths against his throat, until he's forced to break that bite and let all those sounds out loud into the air
( ... )
[Even as he's drunk, Iceland isn't exactly convinced that Hong Kong can be better than him. This won't feel good at all, gosh. It'll only feel good if he tops. Yet, he's still all for this; tilting his head up, stretching his neck up to press his lips hard and passionate against that insistent kiss. He returns it just as deep as Hong Kong dares to kiss, as if in some sort of kissing competition. Booze may make Iceland loose as hell, but he's still full of drunken pride.]
[Though, perhaps that pride breaks a little when Hong Kong moves his legs. Perhaps he surrenders just that little bit more to his friend once that pressure pushes against him and he moans audibly into Hong Kong's mouth between the kiss.]
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[Lying.]
[Naked.]
[On the floor.]
wh
[durrrrrrr.]
what happend n where am i now hh..
[LOLOLOL IN WHICH CHINOMI RUINS SMUT. WORST RP PARTNER.]
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[NO, LITERALLY.]
[BECAUSE HONG KONG IS SO ANNOYED RIGHT NOW.]
[but he's too drunk to properly express his annoyedness so the only response Iceland gets is an unintelligible drunken mumble of irritation. Then he finds himself unceremoniously rolled onto his back once more and pinned down against the hard floor, before Hong Kong outright closes his teeth on his his throat and goes right back to thrusting himself into him.]
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[And considering Iceland's drunken mind is as slow as a snail, he doesn't even have time to register that Hong Kong is on top of him once more. Well, not until he feels that sharp pain at his throat and he lets out a noise of pain... Before that sensation from below catches up with the pain, that is. Then that yelp turns into a hard moan. Iceland just lets himself be victim to those teeth; lets himself get fucked hard onto the floor. All without doing a single thing.]
[Possibly because he's still pretty, "wut is goin' on."]
[Possibly because he's fucking lazy.]
[Possibly both.]
[But, hell, he eventually does something. His cheeks build up a deeper red, his breaths become intensely erratic, and he swings his arms around the other; holding him hard and digging nails into the other's back. Of course, it shouldn't really hurt considering Hong Kong still has his shirt on- BUT PRESSURE IS PRESSURE ( ... )
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