“I want to see how beautiful my Russia looks when he feels good,” France uttered, wrapping his arms around Russia as he adjusted his position. He ignored the weight of the other man as he lowered their bodies to the bed. he didn’t want to do any sudden movements, despite what his body wanted to do.
“P-Please, stop lying to me,” Russia said quietly, turning his face to the side. The words France continued to say made his heart ache. Although his mind told him France’s words were false, his heart believed every little thing he said.
France shook his head, taking hold of both of Russia’s arms, placing them above his head and holding them in place with one hand as he allowed his other to trail down Russia’s body. “My words are true. Please believe me,” he said as he wrapped his hand around Russia’s erection, gently stroking it as he started to slowly thrust his hips.
Russia’s eyes snapped open as he felt pleasure rush through his body from the feelings. He didn’t make any move to pull his arms from France’s grasp. Instead, he looked down at France’s skilled hand as it worked his cock. It felt different to before. Even though it was the same thing, all he felt now was sheer euphoria as France continued to move.
He glanced up at the blonde’s face and his felt his body shudder. His expression was divine. Concentration was apparent as he continued his ministrations. The way he furrowed his brow; the way his tongue darted out to moisten his own lips. He was ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. Ignoring the hair poking into his eyes. Instead, he was paying all his attention to Russia.
His mind suddenly let up and allowed his heart to take over. Reason and logic finally kicked in and batted away his insecurities. A man who only wanted him as another name on a list wouldn’t work so hard, would he? His mind had been saying yes all along but now, it only told him that France’s words and actions were true.
“I-I...” Russia panted, biting his own lip for a moment as he felt the onset of his own orgasm. “I believe you,” he said with a shaky voice, his body quivering as he felt France move inside him faster; the pace making his breath hitch as he tried to breathe.
He couldn’t stop his body from moving at the same pace, his own hips thrusting up into France’s hand, meeting France’s own movements as he lowered them again. He slid his arms out of France’s grasp, moaning loudly as that hand immediately found its way onto his chest, pinching his nipples playfully. He looked up at the other man, unable to stop himself from smiling as he saw a smirk grow on his face.
“Does it... feel good?” France asked, quickening the pace with his hand.
“A-Amazing,” Russia replied with a moan, clutching at the sheets underneath him. “I want to...Want to...” He panted.
“Want to come?”
Russia nodded fervently, unable to stop his body from trembling as he felt ecstasy coarse through his veins for that one moment; that moment of rhapsody as he closed his eyes. France had adjusted his position just in time, jabbing into his most sensitive spot over and over as he rode out his own orgasm, his body shaking as he let out a long groan.
His body suddenly felt so numb, but he could still feel pleasure from France’s movements as he tried to seek his own climax. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t move. Instead, all he could do was lie there as France let go of his cock and gripped onto his hips. He wasn’t sure if France had suddenly got rougher or if his body was just overly tender now but the sight of France pounding into him, concentrating only on his own pleasure now was enough to make every inch of himself tingle.
Re: Vodka scented roses~ 12/?
“P-Please, stop lying to me,” Russia said quietly, turning his face to the side. The words France continued to say made his heart ache. Although his mind told him France’s words were false, his heart believed every little thing he said.
France shook his head, taking hold of both of Russia’s arms, placing them above his head and holding them in place with one hand as he allowed his other to trail down Russia’s body. “My words are true. Please believe me,” he said as he wrapped his hand around Russia’s erection, gently stroking it as he started to slowly thrust his hips.
Russia’s eyes snapped open as he felt pleasure rush through his body from the feelings. He didn’t make any move to pull his arms from France’s grasp. Instead, he looked down at France’s skilled hand as it worked his cock. It felt different to before. Even though it was the same thing, all he felt now was sheer euphoria as France continued to move.
He glanced up at the blonde’s face and his felt his body shudder. His expression was divine. Concentration was apparent as he continued his ministrations. The way he furrowed his brow; the way his tongue darted out to moisten his own lips. He was ignoring the sweat dripping down his face. Ignoring the hair poking into his eyes. Instead, he was paying all his attention to Russia.
His mind suddenly let up and allowed his heart to take over. Reason and logic finally kicked in and batted away his insecurities. A man who only wanted him as another name on a list wouldn’t work so hard, would he? His mind had been saying yes all along but now, it only told him that France’s words and actions were true.
“I-I...” Russia panted, biting his own lip for a moment as he felt the onset of his own orgasm. “I believe you,” he said with a shaky voice, his body quivering as he felt France move inside him faster; the pace making his breath hitch as he tried to breathe.
He couldn’t stop his body from moving at the same pace, his own hips thrusting up into France’s hand, meeting France’s own movements as he lowered them again. He slid his arms out of France’s grasp, moaning loudly as that hand immediately found its way onto his chest, pinching his nipples playfully. He looked up at the other man, unable to stop himself from smiling as he saw a smirk grow on his face.
“Does it... feel good?” France asked, quickening the pace with his hand.
“A-Amazing,” Russia replied with a moan, clutching at the sheets underneath him. “I want to...Want to...” He panted.
“Want to come?”
Russia nodded fervently, unable to stop his body from trembling as he felt ecstasy coarse through his veins for that one moment; that moment of rhapsody as he closed his eyes. France had adjusted his position just in time, jabbing into his most sensitive spot over and over as he rode out his own orgasm, his body shaking as he let out a long groan.
His body suddenly felt so numb, but he could still feel pleasure from France’s movements as he tried to seek his own climax. He wanted to help, but he couldn’t move. Instead, all he could do was lie there as France let go of his cock and gripped onto his hips. He wasn’t sure if France had suddenly got rougher or if his body was just overly tender now but the sight of France pounding into him, concentrating only on his own pleasure now was enough to make every inch of himself tingle.