One or all of the Baltic brothers accidentally catch Russia masturbating. They plan on sneaking away but find themselves very turned on and instead stay to watch.
If Russia catches them he doesn’t get angry and either invites them to join or focuses on putting on a show.
Another bustling, chaotic meeting with a room full of annoying nations. Why must everyone be so irrational? Do they not realize that if they all became one with Russia, they wouldn't have these problems? He was frustrated with this level of idiocy and honestly needed any sedative available, preferably one of more physical levels. Ivan pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and played the ringer, instantly quieting the room where all eyes were now on him. Ivan smiled as cutely as he could muster up from his pool of irritation. "Oh, how rude of me! Allow me to take this call will you, please?" Germany, who always seemed to be the one to answer questions and requested, opened his mouth to do so but Ivan didn't wait for to hear it. The Russian was ready to go and ready to go now "Oh and Latvia, would you mind assisting me?"
Raivis jumped when he heard his name, looking around the room frantically and hoping that someone would ask why he would need help with a phone call. The look in Ivan's eye told them that there was no need to answer him because it wasn't up for question, he would be shot down immediately if it wasn't what Ivan wanted. Raivis whimpered and pushed himself out of his seat "I would be more than happy to, Russia" he stuttered out and hesitantly walked towards the door Ivan was holding open. Everyone in the room held their heads down or looked away from the potentially dead man. At least, everyone who cared, there were a select few bold nations who didn't have a sympathetic bone in their bodies and stared at him all the way out. 'Damn, Allies'.
Lithuania peered up from the table to look at the pair leave the room and excused himself as well. Ivan always had a way to send chills up the Baltic Nation's spine whether he was talking to him or not and he was sure that he hadn't even spared Toris a glance when he entered the room. Regardless, he was frightened.
After relieving his stomach of it's knots and contents, he decided to take a walk around the building, away from the stuffy conference room of yelling personifications. He hoped that Feliks wouldn't mind him being gone for a while. On his way to the stairwell, he stopped. He wasn't sure if it was the ringing in his ears but Toris could have sworn he heard the strangest of sounds. It was distant but after years of listening out for the evil voice, he immediately recognized it as Ivan's. Toris slowly advanced towards the sounds, they were beginning to get louder and maybe even sound like grunts of...
Toris knitted his eyebrows, confused, when he reached the room and saw absolutely nothing inside it other than another conference table with seats all around it. His eyes surveyed the room, searching for any life from in the dark room then his eyes locked on a large mahogany door, somewhat ajar. Toris's breath hitched when he saw a pair of shadows, one still and large and the other dainty and dancing across from the larger. Raivis and Ivan. "Russia?" Toris mumbled before moving towards the door and noted how Eduard would have long suggested they left, saying that this situation had nothing to do with them. Yet, Eduard wasn't here to give his words of wisdom and Toris was here alone, vulnerable of heart, body and mind against Russia's vicious clutch.
Inching up closer to the door, Toris's eyes widened when he realized how vicious of a clutch Ivan actually had on Raivis and Ivan himself. He's known of how Russia would often engage himself with other countries he wanted to dominate or harm them but he hadn't known it was to this extent. Toris's eyes were downcast on Raivis's hips and chest, both clad in a skimpy sailor costume and moving fluidly across from Ivan. As for Ivan he seemed to be -Toris cringed- enjoying this "phone call" more than Raivis was and masturbating shamelessly to the show. Toris shifted his eyes from Raivis to Ivan's irregularly large member, free to the public eye whenever his also very large hands decided to stop stroking and cradle his sack.
At first, Toris wanted to leave. If Ivan wanted him around, he would have called him in. At least that was what Eduard would say but Toris was particularly, in a word, mesmerized by the events unfolding in front of him. There was something marvelously fascinating about the way Ivan was taking care of his erection. The way he would grind the pad of his thumb into the slit on his penis's head, how he stroked in a rhythmical but uniformed way that only someone who was a tactical God the Russian could. How the blood that rushed to his cock would lighten whenever he tightened his grip, creating a lovely pink ring that ebbed and flowed throughout the appendage. Yes, Toris was very much enchanted by how well Ivan could take care of his erection.
"Latvia" Both he and Raivis jumped out of their skins when Ivan spoke. The man's expression held unadulterated ecstasy, his lips were moist to the point of shining in the hardly lit room and his cheeks were harshly flushed. After a moment of heavy silence Raivis finally caught onto what Ivan had called his name for and hesitantly took of the tight fitted top. Toris slapped a hand over his mouth in shock and found himself in a train wreck situation and his own face harshly flushed.
Raivis removed his own top and tried to dance a little as he did so but -and the Lithuanian was never one to judge other- it had no sexual appeal to it since Raivis was quietly sobbing. Regardless of the unattractive display, Ivan continued his ministrations. Adjusting himself so he was leaning forward, Ivan wrapped his other hand around his member. His eyes grew hazier along with his entire expression as he stroked faster and harder, eyes locked on Raivis's supple, premature form. "You are very good at this, Latvia. Do you always do this or do you do best under the motivation of Russia?" Ivan whispered dirtily, working both hands along the girth of his cock; pre-cum making loud squishing sounds against his balls.
Toris absent-mindedly ground his own erection into the doorknob, drooling slightly as his fingers brushed over the fabric covering his pert nipples. Hoarsely he moaned to himself "Russia..". He could honestly say at this point that he wished he was in the small Latvian's place, he would put on a far better show.
"What is he doing" Toris backed up from the door and collided with the intruder, looking around frantically for anyone else. His heart only thumped fast when he saw that the intruder was just his other Baltic companion. Toris's mouth opened and closed, searching for an excuse as to why he was peeping in on Ivan and Raivis but it seemed that Eduard himself was as transfixed as he was. "Are they?..." Eduard's mouth hung open ever so slightly when he stopped talking and Toris reclaimed his previous position, gulping before watching the scene before him hit it's climax.
Ivan looked in pained ecstasy, ready to buckle over and release himself at any moment. His hands worked faster and faster, sweat now being one of the few substances that coated his large throbbing appendage. Ivan stopped stroking himself and rubbed his hands together at the head of his cock, throwing his head back and moaning in the most wanton manner with a shudder. Raivis took this cue to stop prancing like an exotic dancer and stared at Ivan with a heavy blush on his face, covering his erection when he realized he had it.
But the other two nations paid no mind to the smaller man. Their eyes were glued on the white, hot liquid seeping from the crevice of Ivan's fingers, coating his cock like a sundae. Lithuania unconsciously licked his lips and Estonia panted slowly, fingers clenching and unclenching against the wall his back was pressed to. Inside the room, Ivan's face grew merrier and he let our a hearty chuckle before dipping his cum soaked digits into his mouth, lapping at the liquid that dared to fall out of his palms. Ivan's expression grew to the cheerful facade that they all were used to as he ran his tongue up his middle finger erotically.
Estonia had taken to carrying firewood around with him wherever he went. Not for any particular reason, though firewood was always needed in Russia's house, but simply because, if anybody saw him with firewood he was never bothered with extra tasks, demands or complaints, which allowed him a lot of extra freedom to run messages from one side of the iron curtain to the other. It had, however, stuck him with the task of being the only one in the household to fetch the wood or bank the fires.
He was currently carrying his firewood up to Russia's bedroom, as his fire would be burning out by now. Estonia unthinkingly opened the door, only to stop before he had pushed the door fully open. He could hear heavy breathing and what sounded like Russia moaning inside the room. Estonia nearly dropped the firewood in surprise; Russia had never brought another person or nation into his room before. Estonia had even been beginning to wonder if Russia even had a sex drive.
Estonia was about to close the door and leave Russia to it when his normally firmly squashed curiosity overcame him. Was it a man or a woman Russia was with? Maybe it was another nation; Estonia was sure Russia had been eying off Lithuania for some time, though he could hear his southern neighbour behind the door. He poked his head around the door (just for a quick look! There was nothing wrong with that!) to find that Russia didn't have anybody with him.
Estonia quickly pulled his head back around the door, and reached out to close it, leaving Russia in peace, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 'Hey, E-' Estonia quickly slapped his hand over Latvia's mouth, not wanting Russia to find him peeping.
'Is that?' Latvia mumbled out from behind the hand, indicating to the room, and the sounds coming out of it.
'Yes, but shhh, I'm just about to-' Estonia was broken off as Latvia pulled away from his hand.
'Who with?' Latvia had mercifully lowered his voice to an "I don't want Russia to hear me” level before he stuck his head around the door.
'No one.' Estonia followed Latvia's lead and stuck his head back around the door again. He knew he shouldn't, if Russia opened his eyes they would both be sent to Siberia until they were freed from Russian control, or at least sent down to the basement to think about what they had done, which was usually colder than Siberia and left Estonia feeling more like a colony than a “republic”.
But Estonia couldn't help himself. While Estonia would never call Russia attractive, the sight before him was incredibly erotic. Russia was almost fully clothed and sitting on the bed, leaning against the head board. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, licking his lips and panting as he fondled his nipples through his opened shirt. His penis was tenting his pants but still untouched, save for the occasional brush of some fingers over the tip of the tent.
Just when Estonia was wishing for Russia to finally get doing something, or else he'd go jerk off in the bathroom himself and not get any wood for Russia's room for the next two weeks, Russia finally unbuttoned his pants, grunting slightly as he dragged them down off his hips, freeing his penis and balls to the air.
Latvia wriggled slightly when Russia freed himself, and Estonia silently agreed. Finally they would be seeing something that wasn't a complete tease. Or maybe not, as Russia wandered his fingertips up and down his penis, applying light strokes and teasing brushes. The fingers trailed around the tip of his penis, gathering sticky pre-come on his finger tips. The fingers of his other hands still twitched his nipples, causing Russia's hips to jerk in time with the touches.
Russia's fingers trailed up and down his shaft, spreading shiny fluid along the way. His other hand finally stopped playing with his (very red and pointy) nipples to enter his mouth. Estonia found himself leaning forwards and half resting on Latvia in order to get a better view. Russia wasn't going to enter himself, was he?
Before his question could be answered, Estonia was momentarily distracted from the sight of Russia on the bed by movement from Latvia, who moved to follow Russia's lead, and stuck his hands into his own pants. Estonia then realised he had been rubbing against the smaller nations back, and mentally scolded himself to stop. Before he could pay himself any heed, his attention was then drawn back to Russia, when the hand that had previously been in his mouth came down, and he let out a loud moan, finally taking a firm hold of himself and jerking off, only to slow the pace again to the previous teasing.
Estonia bit his lip and muffled an impatient scream. Who would have thought Russia enjoyed so much teasing? Why couldn't he just hurry up? Russia’s hand trailed down to fondle his balls, brushing lightly and drawing grunts from Russia's mouth, his hips jerking to try and get more friction. Estonia's hips followed suit, and he found himself rubbing against Latvia again, not even caring about despoiling his brother any more.
After what felt to Estonia far too long a time of pure teasing, Russia went back to solidly jerking off. He grunted and moaned as one hand travelled up and down his cock and the other played with his balls, fondling and rubbing them before moving up to tease at his nipples again, stroking and twitching them. Estonia had to grab the door frame as he watched Russia jerk himself to completion, catching the come in his hands and licking it off his fingers, slowly and erotically, with one eye open and watching the two in the doorway.
'If you two want any help...' Estonia flung himself down the corridor, Latvia hard on his heels despite his pants being down below his arse. As Estonia was contemplating the weather in Siberia at that time of year, Latvia panted out to him ‘he’s not as big as you would expect, is he?’.
omake:
Russia found Lithuania dusting a vase in one of the side corridors. 'Ah, Lithuania! You haven't seen Estonia, have you?'
'No, sir.'
Russia beamed at Lithuania's deference, even though he had to toe party line. 'We are comrades now, you don't need to call me sir. But, if you do see him, tell him he left his wood outside my room, and it has left splinters all over the carpet. Also, could you let him know, next time he has wood for me, he should knock before entering.'
Anon, this fic is a thing of glory. <3 thank you for sharing! I'm a big fan of Russia who knows he's being watched. And your take on Estonia's thought process is really good - it didn't seem OOC to me. I like how he didn't want to think of Russia as a sexual being in any way.
And Latvia running with his pants down. And the omake. AND THAT PUN. OH GOD. I died laughing XD you keep toeing that party line, there, Russia.
very very well done! And moar Baltics/Russia on the meme, yay! <333
Thanks! I'd never written Estonia before, and had no idea how to get his character, so wasn't sure if it was right or not, so your comments are encouraging.
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Baltics/Russia – Voyeurism
(Anonymous) 2012-02-03 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)If Russia catches them he doesn’t get angry and either invites them to join or focuses on putting on a show.
Re: Baltics/Russia – Voyeurism
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(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)Raivis jumped when he heard his name, looking around the room frantically and hoping that someone would ask why he would need help with a phone call. The look in Ivan's eye told them that there was no need to answer him because it wasn't up for question, he would be shot down immediately if it wasn't what Ivan wanted. Raivis whimpered and pushed himself out of his seat "I would be more than happy to, Russia" he stuttered out and hesitantly walked towards the door Ivan was holding open. Everyone in the room held their heads down or looked away from the potentially dead man. At least, everyone who cared, there were a select few bold nations who didn't have a sympathetic bone in their bodies and stared at him all the way out. 'Damn, Allies'.
Lithuania peered up from the table to look at the pair leave the room and excused himself as well. Ivan always had a way to send chills up the Baltic Nation's spine whether he was talking to him or not and he was sure that he hadn't even spared Toris a glance when he entered the room. Regardless, he was frightened.
After relieving his stomach of it's knots and contents, he decided to take a walk around the building, away from the stuffy conference room of yelling personifications. He hoped that Feliks wouldn't mind him being gone for a while. On his way to the stairwell, he stopped. He wasn't sure if it was the ringing in his ears but Toris could have sworn he heard the strangest of sounds. It was distant but after years of listening out for the evil voice, he immediately recognized it as Ivan's. Toris slowly advanced towards the sounds, they were beginning to get louder and maybe even sound like grunts of...
pleasure?
Re: Baltics/Russia – Voyeurism
(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)Inching up closer to the door, Toris's eyes widened when he realized how vicious of a clutch Ivan actually had on Raivis and Ivan himself. He's known of how Russia would often engage himself with other countries he wanted to dominate or harm them but he hadn't known it was to this extent. Toris's eyes were downcast on Raivis's hips and chest, both clad in a skimpy sailor costume and moving fluidly across from Ivan. As for Ivan he seemed to be -Toris cringed- enjoying this "phone call" more than Raivis was and masturbating shamelessly to the show. Toris shifted his eyes from Raivis to Ivan's irregularly large member, free to the public eye whenever his also very large hands decided to stop stroking and cradle his sack.
At first, Toris wanted to leave. If Ivan wanted him around, he would have called him in. At least that was what Eduard would say but Toris was particularly, in a word, mesmerized by the events unfolding in front of him. There was something marvelously fascinating about the way Ivan was taking care of his erection. The way he would grind the pad of his thumb into the slit on his penis's head, how he stroked in a rhythmical but uniformed way that only someone who was a tactical God the Russian could. How the blood that rushed to his cock would lighten whenever he tightened his grip, creating a lovely pink ring that ebbed and flowed throughout the appendage. Yes, Toris was very much enchanted by how well Ivan could take care of his erection.
"Latvia" Both he and Raivis jumped out of their skins when Ivan spoke. The man's expression held unadulterated ecstasy, his lips were moist to the point of shining in the hardly lit room and his cheeks were harshly flushed. After a moment of heavy silence Raivis finally caught onto what Ivan had called his name for and hesitantly took of the tight fitted top. Toris slapped a hand over his mouth in shock and found himself in a train wreck situation and his own face harshly flushed.
Re: Baltics/Russia – Voyeurism
(Anonymous) 2012-02-13 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)Toris absent-mindedly ground his own erection into the doorknob, drooling slightly as his fingers brushed over the fabric covering his pert nipples. Hoarsely he moaned to himself "Russia..". He could honestly say at this point that he wished he was in the small Latvian's place, he would put on a far better show.
"What is he doing" Toris backed up from the door and collided with the intruder, looking around frantically for anyone else. His heart only thumped fast when he saw that the intruder was just his other Baltic companion. Toris's mouth opened and closed, searching for an excuse as to why he was peeping in on Ivan and Raivis but it seemed that Eduard himself was as transfixed as he was. "Are they?..." Eduard's mouth hung open ever so slightly when he stopped talking and Toris reclaimed his previous position, gulping before watching the scene before him hit it's climax.
Ivan looked in pained ecstasy, ready to buckle over and release himself at any moment. His hands worked faster and faster, sweat now being one of the few substances that coated his large throbbing appendage. Ivan stopped stroking himself and rubbed his hands together at the head of his cock, throwing his head back and moaning in the most wanton manner with a shudder. Raivis took this cue to stop prancing like an exotic dancer and stared at Ivan with a heavy blush on his face, covering his erection when he realized he had it.
But the other two nations paid no mind to the smaller man. Their eyes were glued on the white, hot liquid seeping from the crevice of Ivan's fingers, coating his cock like a sundae. Lithuania unconsciously licked his lips and Estonia panted slowly, fingers clenching and unclenching against the wall his back was pressed to. Inside the room, Ivan's face grew merrier and he let our a hearty chuckle before dipping his cum soaked digits into his mouth, lapping at the liquid that dared to fall out of his palms. Ivan's expression grew to the cheerful facade that they all were used to as he ran his tongue up his middle finger erotically.
Re: Baltics/Russia – Voyeurism
(Anonymous) 2012-03-02 11:12 am (UTC)(link)He was currently carrying his firewood up to Russia's bedroom, as his fire would be burning out by now. Estonia unthinkingly opened the door, only to stop before he had pushed the door fully open. He could hear heavy breathing and what sounded like Russia moaning inside the room. Estonia nearly dropped the firewood in surprise; Russia had never brought another person or nation into his room before. Estonia had even been beginning to wonder if Russia even had a sex drive.
Estonia was about to close the door and leave Russia to it when his normally firmly squashed curiosity overcame him. Was it a man or a woman Russia was with? Maybe it was another nation; Estonia was sure Russia had been eying off Lithuania for some time, though he could hear his southern neighbour behind the door. He poked his head around the door (just for a quick look! There was nothing wrong with that!) to find that Russia didn't have anybody with him.
Estonia quickly pulled his head back around the door, and reached out to close it, leaving Russia in peace, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 'Hey, E-' Estonia quickly slapped his hand over Latvia's mouth, not wanting Russia to find him peeping.
'Is that?' Latvia mumbled out from behind the hand, indicating to the room, and the sounds coming out of it.
'Yes, but shhh, I'm just about to-' Estonia was broken off as Latvia pulled away from his hand.
'Who with?' Latvia had mercifully lowered his voice to an "I don't want Russia to hear me” level before he stuck his head around the door.
'No one.' Estonia followed Latvia's lead and stuck his head back around the door again. He knew he shouldn't, if Russia opened his eyes they would both be sent to Siberia until they were freed from Russian control, or at least sent down to the basement to think about what they had done, which was usually colder than Siberia and left Estonia feeling more like a colony than a “republic”.
But Estonia couldn't help himself. While Estonia would never call Russia attractive, the sight before him was incredibly erotic. Russia was almost fully clothed and sitting on the bed, leaning against the head board. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, licking his lips and panting as he fondled his nipples through his opened shirt. His penis was tenting his pants but still untouched, save for the occasional brush of some fingers over the tip of the tent.
Just when Estonia was wishing for Russia to finally get doing something, or else he'd go jerk off in the bathroom himself and not get any wood for Russia's room for the next two weeks, Russia finally unbuttoned his pants, grunting slightly as he dragged them down off his hips, freeing his penis and balls to the air.
Latvia wriggled slightly when Russia freed himself, and Estonia silently agreed. Finally they would be seeing something that wasn't a complete tease. Or maybe not, as Russia wandered his fingertips up and down his penis, applying light strokes and teasing brushes. The fingers trailed around the tip of his penis, gathering sticky pre-come on his finger tips. The fingers of his other hands still twitched his nipples, causing Russia's hips to jerk in time with the touches.
Russia's fingers trailed up and down his shaft, spreading shiny fluid along the way. His other hand finally stopped playing with his (very red and pointy) nipples to enter his mouth. Estonia found himself leaning forwards and half resting on Latvia in order to get a better view. Russia wasn't going to enter himself, was he?
Re: Baltics/Russia – Voyeurism part 2
(Anonymous) 2012-03-02 11:13 am (UTC)(link)Before his question could be answered, Estonia was momentarily distracted from the sight of Russia on the bed by movement from Latvia, who moved to follow Russia's lead, and stuck his hands into his own pants. Estonia then realised he had been rubbing against the smaller nations back, and mentally scolded himself to stop. Before he could pay himself any heed, his attention was then drawn back to Russia, when the hand that had previously been in his mouth came down, and he let out a loud moan, finally taking a firm hold of himself and jerking off, only to slow the pace again to the previous teasing.
Estonia bit his lip and muffled an impatient scream. Who would have thought Russia enjoyed so much teasing? Why couldn't he just hurry up? Russia’s hand trailed down to fondle his balls, brushing lightly and drawing grunts from Russia's mouth, his hips jerking to try and get more friction. Estonia's hips followed suit, and he found himself rubbing against Latvia again, not even caring about despoiling his brother any more.
After what felt to Estonia far too long a time of pure teasing, Russia went back to solidly jerking off. He grunted and moaned as one hand travelled up and down his cock and the other played with his balls, fondling and rubbing them before moving up to tease at his nipples again, stroking and twitching them. Estonia had to grab the door frame as he watched Russia jerk himself to completion, catching the come in his hands and licking it off his fingers, slowly and erotically, with one eye open and watching the two in the doorway.
'If you two want any help...' Estonia flung himself down the corridor, Latvia hard on his heels despite his pants being down below his arse. As Estonia was contemplating the weather in Siberia at that time of year, Latvia panted out to him ‘he’s not as big as you would expect, is he?’.
omake:
Russia found Lithuania dusting a vase in one of the side corridors. 'Ah, Lithuania! You haven't seen Estonia, have you?'
'No, sir.'
Russia beamed at Lithuania's deference, even though he had to toe party line. 'We are comrades now, you don't need to call me sir. But, if you do see him, tell him he left his wood outside my room, and it has left splinters all over the carpet. Also, could you let him know, next time he has wood for me, he should knock before entering.'
Re: Baltics/Russia – Voyeurism part 2
(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 05:25 am (UTC)(link)And Latvia running with his pants down. And the omake. AND THAT PUN. OH GOD. I died laughing XD you keep toeing that party line, there, Russia.
very very well done! And moar Baltics/Russia on the meme, yay! <333
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-03-03 11:10 am (UTC)(link)