After all, as hazy as his thoughts were, Finland remembered that they were in IKEA right now. Anyone could walk on them. And if they kept on just kissing like that, they'd never get to the main act. They could make love at home, on their cosy bed with the fire burning in the fireplace and the comforting sounds of stick cracking.
“Y' want to stop?” Su-san asked. His tone wasn't accusatory, but calm. His blue eyes searched Finland's, and Finland found himself shuddering. He'd never quite admit it, but his knees buckled when Su-san looked at him like that.
Finland shook his head. He then whispered into Sweden's ear: “You do have lube in your pockets, don't you?”
Su-san's cheeks were tinged pink for a slight second. But he nodded. Slowly. He hoped that Finland wasn't creeped out by that. He didn't keep the lube with him because he'd hoped for public sex. But he'd read somewhere that it was always better to be prepared. He'd always thought that the day would come when Finland might want to do it somewhere other than in a bed.
Finland then let his hand wander to Sweden's pocket. He found what he was looking for relatively quickly, and brought out the lube. It was the one they always used. He liked it because it smelled like strawberry.
They didn't have any time. Finland had thrown a quick glance at his watch, and knew that in another hour they'd lock this place up. And he wanted to go home. Not spend the night at IKEA's. It had been a mistake to come here on Saturday, but then with their busy schedules, this had been the only date when they could have come here.
Feeling awkward, Sweden heard the sound of jeans being unzipped. It was followed by noise of Finland's trousers being unbuttoned and being hastily thrown down the floor. So, he was serious about this. He watched with some fascination how Finland uncapped the lube, let some of the substance squirt down on his fingers and threw the lube on the bed.
“Su-san, I'll try to be fast with this,” Finland murmured, as he started inserting one finger into his hole. He gasped. His gasps turned to moans as he started moving his lube-smeared finger. He then added a second, and then another. He twisted and kept on scissoring more.
Finland had never felt more aroused. He didn't want Su-san to touch him now. He just wanted to be looked at. Finland started to play with his nipples. He squeezed and pinched, and the gave the other nipple the same treatment. He touched himself the way Su-san would have done.
And Sweden felt like dying on the spot. He couldn't see what Finland's fingers were doing, but the sight of his face was enough. And he could see Finland's cock. He was aroused as well, and there was pre-cum on the head. Sweden moved a hand to place it on Finland's arousal. But Finland stopped him.
“Don't. Not yet.”
Sweden decided to do as he'd been told. When Finland looked like he'd had enough, he settled between Sweden's thighs. He could feel the other man's penis pressing against his ass. He breathed deeply. And felt Sweden's eyes on his. He looked surprised, more surprised than Finland had ever seen him. Yetit wasn't the bad sort of surprised look. Finland felt butterflies form in his stomach instead. Because Sweden's eyes gleamed with something that couldn't be anything but happiness ... and love.
Finland was glad that he was making Su-san happy. And with that thought in mind, he sunk down on Sweden's cock, slowly so that it wouldn't be painful for either of them. Though he'd prepared himself amply enough, Finland just liked doing this slow. Besides, he wanted to enjoy the sensation of Su-san slowly filling him, until his cock was buried deep inside.
He gasped and squirmed. These movements just heightened the need in him, and Sweden's manhood was hot inside of him. It was nearly searing hot. Finland felt like burning up. At least, his cheeks were burning red.
“Su-san,” he moaned, and started to move --quickly, hastily. The children's bed creaked, and Sweden gripped Finland's hips, just to slow him down a bit. Like this, it would have been over too quickly, and he wanted to prolong this. Even if Finland's heat and tightness was good, and made him want to slam upwards.
IKEA Su/Fin 5
“Y' want to stop?” Su-san asked. His tone wasn't accusatory, but calm. His blue eyes searched Finland's, and Finland found himself shuddering. He'd never quite admit it, but his knees buckled when Su-san looked at him like that.
Finland shook his head. He then whispered into Sweden's ear: “You do have lube in your pockets, don't you?”
Su-san's cheeks were tinged pink for a slight second. But he nodded. Slowly. He hoped that Finland wasn't creeped out by that. He didn't keep the lube with him because he'd hoped for public sex. But he'd read somewhere that it was always better to be prepared. He'd always thought that the day would come when Finland might want to do it somewhere other than in a bed.
Finland then let his hand wander to Sweden's pocket. He found what he was looking for relatively quickly, and brought out the lube. It was the one they always used. He liked it because it smelled like strawberry.
They didn't have any time. Finland had thrown a quick glance at his watch, and knew that in another hour they'd lock this place up. And he wanted to go home. Not spend the night at IKEA's. It had been a mistake to come here on Saturday, but then with their busy schedules, this had been the only date when they could have come here.
Feeling awkward, Sweden heard the sound of jeans being unzipped. It was followed by noise of Finland's trousers being unbuttoned and being hastily thrown down the floor. So, he was serious about this. He watched with some fascination how Finland uncapped the lube, let some of the substance squirt down on his fingers and threw the lube on the bed.
“Su-san, I'll try to be fast with this,” Finland murmured, as he started inserting one finger into his hole. He gasped. His gasps turned to moans as he started moving his lube-smeared finger. He then added a second, and then another. He twisted and kept on scissoring more.
Finland had never felt more aroused. He didn't want Su-san to touch him now. He just wanted to be looked at. Finland started to play with his nipples. He squeezed and pinched, and the gave the other nipple the same treatment. He touched himself the way Su-san would have done.
And Sweden felt like dying on the spot. He couldn't see what Finland's fingers were doing, but the sight of his face was enough. And he could see Finland's cock. He was aroused as well, and there was pre-cum on the head. Sweden moved a hand to place it on Finland's arousal. But Finland stopped him.
“Don't. Not yet.”
Sweden decided to do as he'd been told. When Finland looked like he'd had enough, he settled between Sweden's thighs. He could feel the other man's penis pressing against his ass. He breathed deeply. And felt Sweden's eyes on his. He looked surprised, more surprised than Finland had ever seen him. Yetit wasn't the bad sort of surprised look. Finland felt butterflies form in his stomach instead. Because Sweden's eyes gleamed with something that couldn't be anything but happiness ... and love.
Finland was glad that he was making Su-san happy. And with that thought in mind, he sunk down on Sweden's cock, slowly so that it wouldn't be painful for either of them. Though he'd prepared himself amply enough, Finland just liked doing this slow. Besides, he wanted to enjoy the sensation of Su-san slowly filling him, until his cock was buried deep inside.
He gasped and squirmed. These movements just heightened the need in him, and Sweden's manhood was hot inside of him. It was nearly searing hot. Finland felt like burning up. At least, his cheeks were burning red.
“Su-san,” he moaned, and started to move --quickly, hastily. The children's bed creaked, and Sweden gripped Finland's hips, just to slow him down a bit. Like this, it would have been over too quickly, and he wanted to prolong this. Even if Finland's heat and tightness was good, and made him want to slam upwards.