France’s back prickled and blazed with a thousand little fires. It itched, more than anything else. Every time he shifted on his belly, he felt his muscles and then his skin move, the needles making him the most aware of his flesh he had ever been. He knew that blood had welled up at most of the spots now; he could even feel the gentle emergence, growth and swell of each drop of blood. It would bloom like globe-shaped roses of not-black.
Lips didn’t kiss those droplets away. Instead, he received the stinging caress of alcohol, sweeps and swipes cleaning the wounds and sealing them temporarily.
“Where would you do this?” asked France conversationally.
A nervous burble of a laugh slipped from Korea’s throat. “Now that’s a secret.” He slipped in another needle that made France gasp. The gauge was thicker on this one, not impossibly or horrendously thick, but pronounced. The others seemed like mere wires or hairs.
Pain sparked across France’s eyes in red crackles and his curled fist hit the oilcloth once. He heard the breath catch in his fellow country’s throat before he forced his arm down and did not let his hand rise again. Between his legs, his cock stirred, half-hard already. He didn’t say anything and almost mercifully, neither did the other country.
Whatever design Korea had in mind, it was most ambitious in scope. The needle pricks spiraled outward from the middle of France’s back. He breathed through his nostrils and through teeth that clenched despite his best efforts. His hand tried to rise and it managed to hit his bed once before he had contained it once more.
The itch only grew and it made him want to writhe as shamelessly as a cat in heat. He exhaled through his clenched and grinding teeth, even as another one of those thicker needles drove him across that exquisitely thin knife-edge bridge between pleasure and pain.
From a distant place, he could hear Korea’s voice. He turned his head to look at while not really looking at the other nation.
“It’s done,” said Korea. His face was shining with sweat. Then he lunged forwards as France tried to get up by himself.
His hand rested upon the blonde’s abdomen and gently lifted him, letting the legs and knees slide forwards. Gingerly, the two of them maneuvered around into a sitting position.
“How long did that take?” asked France a little hoarsely.
Korea handed him a bottle of water. “Two hours, give or take.”
“Can I see it?”
“After you drink.” Korea had pried open his own water bottle by this time and swallowed about half of it in one gulp.
France obeyed, feeling the water trickle down a cool blessing to his stomach. He glanced at the steel trolley and at the once full boxes of needles. Nearly all of them were empty. The needles itched upon his back but no worse than that. He felt each point and site of them, an array of heat spots that converged together. France waved away Korea’s offered arm and got to his feet himself. He went to the full length mirror just across the room, turned around so that he could glimpse his back.
His back was a field of silver points and curled plastic flowerbuds. The design bloomed from a central circle, in concentric circles of white and black and blue and pink. The circles had segments of alternating colors and throughout it, white confined the colors in loops and petals, pulling the entire design together in a flower, a sun.
“Let there be light,” whispered France, at last looking at Korea, who stood in the bedroom illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun.
The Asian nation only smiled, came over to accept a kiss that swiftly surprised him in its intensity. When he pulled away, he sported swollen lips that nevertheless still smiled.
“And there was Light,” said Korea, and he undid France’s hair, letting the waves slip free over the sloping, slender shoulders. His naked fingers, unhindered by vinyl and rubber, tangled in there greedily, and he brought his mouth to France’s again.
That was lovely anon. Until now I've only been interested in corset piercings but thanks to you my kink is expanding. I love how responsible Korea is in this.
That seriously was lovely, writer!anon. I didn't think I wouldn't be able to writhe in fear while reading a story about needles, but hey, you made it come off sexy instead of, well, insane.
Props to you, anon. I love the choice of pairing (because I'm Korea biased ;D)
This is such a fantastic fill, for both the rare pairing (perfectly characterized), and the kink. I love how you mix the cerebral and physical aspect, of how France reacts to everything, and then still managed to make it incredibly sweet in the end. Great job from beginning to end!
I really loved this. I really loved the way you wrote both France and Korea here. I loved your description of the needle play itself. I think you handled the kink beautifully made it come off as real and safe and sexy all at the same time which I think is what we should all aim for as writers.
Stupid mindreading binoculars? A!a, are you the anon who wrote the fic "A Tomato Whose Name I Don't Know Yet"? <3
I have to say, this is the first fic i've ever read where Korea's not being a stupid "this originated from korea" idiot. And it works! I love the calm image that Korea has here and love love love the way you describe the niddleplay
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Stimulus [1b/1]
(Anonymous) 2010-08-19 06:52 am (UTC)(link)“My third.”
France’s back prickled and blazed with a thousand little fires. It itched, more than anything else. Every time he shifted on his belly, he felt his muscles and then his skin move, the needles making him the most aware of his flesh he had ever been. He knew that blood had welled up at most of the spots now; he could even feel the gentle emergence, growth and swell of each drop of blood. It would bloom like globe-shaped roses of not-black.
Lips didn’t kiss those droplets away. Instead, he received the stinging caress of alcohol, sweeps and swipes cleaning the wounds and sealing them temporarily.
“Where would you do this?” asked France conversationally.
A nervous burble of a laugh slipped from Korea’s throat. “Now that’s a secret.” He slipped in another needle that made France gasp. The gauge was thicker on this one, not impossibly or horrendously thick, but pronounced. The others seemed like mere wires or hairs.
Pain sparked across France’s eyes in red crackles and his curled fist hit the oilcloth once. He heard the breath catch in his fellow country’s throat before he forced his arm down and did not let his hand rise again. Between his legs, his cock stirred, half-hard already. He didn’t say anything and almost mercifully, neither did the other country.
Whatever design Korea had in mind, it was most ambitious in scope. The needle pricks spiraled outward from the middle of France’s back. He breathed through his nostrils and through teeth that clenched despite his best efforts. His hand tried to rise and it managed to hit his bed once before he had contained it once more.
The itch only grew and it made him want to writhe as shamelessly as a cat in heat. He exhaled through his clenched and grinding teeth, even as another one of those thicker needles drove him across that exquisitely thin knife-edge bridge between pleasure and pain.
From a distant place, he could hear Korea’s voice. He turned his head to look at while not really looking at the other nation.
“It’s done,” said Korea. His face was shining with sweat. Then he lunged forwards as France tried to get up by himself.
His hand rested upon the blonde’s abdomen and gently lifted him, letting the legs and knees slide forwards. Gingerly, the two of them maneuvered around into a sitting position.
“How long did that take?” asked France a little hoarsely.
Korea handed him a bottle of water. “Two hours, give or take.”
“Can I see it?”
“After you drink.” Korea had pried open his own water bottle by this time and swallowed about half of it in one gulp.
France obeyed, feeling the water trickle down a cool blessing to his stomach. He glanced at the steel trolley and at the once full boxes of needles. Nearly all of them were empty. The needles itched upon his back but no worse than that. He felt each point and site of them, an array of heat spots that converged together. France waved away Korea’s offered arm and got to his feet himself. He went to the full length mirror just across the room, turned around so that he could glimpse his back.
His back was a field of silver points and curled plastic flowerbuds. The design bloomed from a central circle, in concentric circles of white and black and blue and pink. The circles had segments of alternating colors and throughout it, white confined the colors in loops and petals, pulling the entire design together in a flower, a sun.
“Let there be light,” whispered France, at last looking at Korea, who stood in the bedroom illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun.
The Asian nation only smiled, came over to accept a kiss that swiftly surprised him in its intensity. When he pulled away, he sported swollen lips that nevertheless still smiled.
“And there was Light,” said Korea, and he undid France’s hair, letting the waves slip free over the sloping, slender shoulders. His naked fingers, unhindered by vinyl and rubber, tangled in there greedily, and he brought his mouth to France’s again.
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(Anonymous) 2010-08-19 08:05 am (UTC)(link)Props to you, anon. I love the choice of pairing (because I'm Korea biased ;D)
OP
(Anonymous) 2010-08-19 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)I love love love the way Korea is always checking in. Too many people on the kink meme forget/decide not to do that, and I am so happy that you did.
The descriptions of the sensations were wonderful. <3 <3 France's restraint, and the sheer tension of it.
And the pairing. FFFFfffff. I didn't think anyone would actually fill it, much less with an actual rarepair~~ <3 <3 <3 <3 ILU, anon.
The last few paragraphs were so hot. The whole thing was. The mental imagery is excellent. Thank you so much for writing this.
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(Anonymous) 2010-09-18 08:23 am (UTC)(link)I have to say, this is the first fic i've ever read where Korea's not being a stupid "this originated from korea" idiot. And it works! I love the calm image that Korea has here and love love love the way you describe the niddleplay
Quick dive-in
(Anonymous) 2010-09-20 05:44 am (UTC)(link)