“M-Miss Felicja...” began Lithuania nervously as the blonde laid her fingers on his belt, deftly tugging it undone and moving on to the zipper of his slacks.
“No,” she giggled, laying a light kiss on his stomach, “Call me Poland.”
Her fingertips ghosted over the bulge of his arousal, sending sparks of electricity shooting through him; Lithuania gasped loudly. “P-Poland...” he rasped, voice suddenly gone, and no longer knew whether he meant to protest or to entreat her.
“Ye~es?” smiled the blonde, and then added in a lower, throatier voice, “That's my name.” She inched his slacks down, kissing just below his belly button and working slowly downward, following the progress of the pants as they fell past his knees, and pooled around his ankles. Her fingernails left soft trails down the insides of his thighs, then tracked back up and slipped down past the elastic of his boxers, and pulled.
Lithuania barely had time to register being exposed before he felt himself enveloped wetly, the Poland between his legs sucking with steady pressure while the one behind him ran a hand down his back and slipped it deftly between his legs. Warm fingers danced teasingly around the sensitive area there before skipping over this to massage his balls, an easy pressure. Felicja's hands had wandered to the base of his cock, pumping slowly as she sucked; Lithuania registered, in the small amount of concentration left to him, that they both had such soft hands. It was as though two pairs of the same hands were touching him, wandering over him, stroking and exploring and already knowing just how he liked to be pleasured.
“Ah, God, Poland...” he moaned, and both of them responded.
Behind him, Poland began to tug at his skirt with the hand that wasn't occupied. The Pole jerked it roughly down over his hips (and gasped his pleasure against Lithuania's neck as it jostled his own arousal), shedding the clothing with ease and pulling himself out of his panties. He rubbed wickedly just below his partner's spine, letting himself slip just barely close enough to that certain place to make Lithuania squirm forward into the other Poland's receptive ministrations. Felicja, for her part, took more and more of the Lithuanian's length into her mouth; she laid her hands on his hips and pushed him gently back against Poland until he was pinned, writhing flushed and breathless between them.
“Tell us, Liet,” Poland whispered, and he bit the shell of Lithuania's ear sharply, then smiled and kissed the angry mark it left, “what you want us to, like, do to you.”
“Mm,” echoed Felicja, pulling back and kissing the tip of his cock with a devilish flick of her tongue. “We want to make you feel totally good.”
“I – aaah! I...” Bucking helplessly forward, Lithuania slid a hand into the hair of the Poland who knelt before him, caressing her, imploring her, and reaching the other over his shoulder to wrap around the back of his Poland's neck. The other practically purred, a sound that rumbled against Lithuania's back and elicited a chuckle from soft lips that rested against his cock.
Smiling sweetly up at him, Felicja nuzzled the brunette's hip and murmured, “I think he, like, wants you to ask us for it, already.”
Female anon doesn't care if she's straight. She'd trade places with Liet any day....
Except Liet certainly deserves the attention with everything he's had to go through, so maybe not, just for him. Anon loves Liet just as much as she loves Poland.
Same anon as above is curious if writer-anon has died from the sheer amazingness of his/her own story....
Anon just doesn't want her poor Liet-chan to be left hanging like this, is all. No offense to the writer-anon intended. In fact, take as much time as you need to give Liet the pleasure he deserves. (TeeHee)
Like I said above, I'm starting to suspect that writer-anon died from major nosebleeding after reading what he/she probably wrote for the next section. Too bad it couldn't get posted first.....
Liet-chan does not deserve being teased so badly, writer-anon! If you're still alive, please please please allow the Polands to follow up on their promise to make him feel "totally good".
Random comment about the fill itself: I'm surprised Liet is still managing to stand up. I'd have fallen over by now, probably from swooning... hehe
writer!anon-san? Maybe someday you'll be checking all your fills again, and if you see all the comment your fangirls (LOL) left you, I really hop that you will consider to finish this, because THIS. IS. HOT.
I fucking swear Toris is the luckiest guy on this fucking planet. He wouldn't have even dared to dream of this and now...it's true. I'd give...oh god, what wouldn't I give to be done be two Polands? Swoon.
A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-11-25 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)“No,” she giggled, laying a light kiss on his stomach, “Call me Poland.”
Her fingertips ghosted over the bulge of his arousal, sending sparks of electricity shooting through him; Lithuania gasped loudly. “P-Poland...” he rasped, voice suddenly gone, and no longer knew whether he meant to protest or to entreat her.
“Ye~es?” smiled the blonde, and then added in a lower, throatier voice, “That's my name.” She inched his slacks down, kissing just below his belly button and working slowly downward, following the progress of the pants as they fell past his knees, and pooled around his ankles. Her fingernails left soft trails down the insides of his thighs, then tracked back up and slipped down past the elastic of his boxers, and pulled.
Lithuania barely had time to register being exposed before he felt himself enveloped wetly, the Poland between his legs sucking with steady pressure while the one behind him ran a hand down his back and slipped it deftly between his legs. Warm fingers danced teasingly around the sensitive area there before skipping over this to massage his balls, an easy pressure. Felicja's hands had wandered to the base of his cock, pumping slowly as she sucked; Lithuania registered, in the small amount of concentration left to him, that they both had such soft hands. It was as though two pairs of the same hands were touching him, wandering over him, stroking and exploring and already knowing just how he liked to be pleasured.
“Ah, God, Poland...” he moaned, and both of them responded.
Behind him, Poland began to tug at his skirt with the hand that wasn't occupied. The Pole jerked it roughly down over his hips (and gasped his pleasure against Lithuania's neck as it jostled his own arousal), shedding the clothing with ease and pulling himself out of his panties. He rubbed wickedly just below his partner's spine, letting himself slip just barely close enough to that certain place to make Lithuania squirm forward into the other Poland's receptive ministrations. Felicja, for her part, took more and more of the Lithuanian's length into her mouth; she laid her hands on his hips and pushed him gently back against Poland until he was pinned, writhing flushed and breathless between them.
“Tell us, Liet,” Poland whispered, and he bit the shell of Lithuania's ear sharply, then smiled and kissed the angry mark it left, “what you want us to, like, do to you.”
“Mm,” echoed Felicja, pulling back and kissing the tip of his cock with a devilish flick of her tongue. “We want to make you feel totally good.”
“I – aaah! I...” Bucking helplessly forward, Lithuania slid a hand into the hair of the Poland who knelt before him, caressing her, imploring her, and reaching the other over his shoulder to wrap around the back of his Poland's neck. The other practically purred, a sound that rumbled against Lithuania's back and elicited a chuckle from soft lips that rested against his cock.
Smiling sweetly up at him, Felicja nuzzled the brunette's hip and murmured, “I think he, like, wants you to ask us for it, already.”
Re: A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-11-25 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-11-25 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-11-26 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)Except Liet certainly deserves the attention with everything he's had to go through, so maybe not, just for him. Anon loves Liet just as much as she loves Poland.
Re: A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-12-02 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)Anon just doesn't want her poor Liet-chan to be left hanging like this, is all. No offense to the writer-anon intended. In fact, take as much time as you need to give Liet the pleasure he deserves. (TeeHee)
Re: A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-12-03 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-11-26 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2009-12-07 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)Me Loves A Hot Poland Sandwich
(Anonymous) 2009-12-07 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)Liet-chan does not deserve being teased so badly, writer-anon! If you're still alive, please please please allow the Polands to follow up on their promise to make him feel "totally good".
Random comment about the fill itself: I'm surprised Liet is still managing to stand up. I'd have fallen over by now, probably from swooning... hehe
Re: A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-01 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)/sobsobsob
writer!anon-san? Maybe someday you'll be checking all your fills again, and if you see all the comment your fangirls (LOL) left you, I really hop that you will consider to finish this, because THIS. IS. HOT.
I fucking swear Toris is the luckiest guy on this fucking planet. He wouldn't have even dared to dream of this and now...it's true. I'd give...oh god, what wouldn't I give to be done be two Polands? Swoon.
OMG MY RECAPTCHA: the Forget
/brb slashing my wrists some more
Re: A Tale of Two Polands [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-03-14 12:03 am (UTC)(link)