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.
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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.