“What?” Australia turned to France, who was leaning back as much as he could, considering his position.
“You smell. Of sweat, rain, something like that.”
Oh, way to go, France, Australia thought sourly, moving off him. Way to destroy the mood just as I had forgiven you.
“Don’t give me that glare, it’s true!” France defended, “I’m just pointing it out. Put some deodorant on, then we can get back to what we were doing.”
Australia scowled. Well, maybe he would’ve smelt better if he hadn’t needed to run to the meeting because someone had arranged a last minute visit and didn’t want to pay any more money than necessary.
He exaggeratedly smelt his armpit, “Yeah, you know what? You’re right. I do smell.”
“Exactly! So put on some deodorant and-”
“No I don’t think deodorant will cut it,” Australia interrupted, moving to the bedside drawer, “I smell too bad for that.”
“Hm? What else can you-” France began to ask. His eyes widened as he realised what Australia was planning to do, “Non. No, you wouldn’t.”
Australia simply grinned at him, showing France what he had taken out of the drawer. “You told me I should get one of these, remember, Francis?” It was a cock ring, which he twirled slowly around his finger.
“Mon dieu, Australie, what did I just tell you about safety?!”
“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout that, hon. I can see you fine from the shower.” Australia placed the ring onto France’s length, making the blond squirm in worry. Seeing the nervous and slightly desperate look on France’s face, Australia quickly gave him a peck on the cheek to try and calm him down a bit.
After all, he had a point. Australia did stink, bad.
“There, that should be fine,” he said, looking at France.
“...Pourquoi, mon cheri? I’ve been waiting for you for so long-” France started, looking down in a show of submissiveness.
“I’m going!” Australia shouted, and ran out before France could get him to change his mind again.
Really short, I know, but now we're gettin' to the good stuff ;)
Re: AustraliaxFrance - Limits (Part 4b/?)
“You smell. Of sweat, rain, something like that.”
Oh, way to go, France, Australia thought sourly, moving off him. Way to destroy the mood just as I had forgiven you.
“Don’t give me that glare, it’s true!” France defended, “I’m just pointing it out. Put some deodorant on, then we can get back to what we were doing.”
Australia scowled. Well, maybe he would’ve smelt better if he hadn’t needed to run to the meeting because someone had arranged a last minute visit and didn’t want to pay any more money than necessary.
He exaggeratedly smelt his armpit, “Yeah, you know what? You’re right. I do smell.”
“Exactly! So put on some deodorant and-”
“No I don’t think deodorant will cut it,” Australia interrupted, moving to the bedside drawer, “I smell too bad for that.”
“Hm? What else can you-” France began to ask. His eyes widened as he realised what Australia was planning to do, “Non. No, you wouldn’t.”
Australia simply grinned at him, showing France what he had taken out of the drawer. “You told me I should get one of these, remember, Francis?” It was a cock ring, which he twirled slowly around his finger.
“Mon dieu, Australie, what did I just tell you about safety?!”
“Oh, don’t worry ‘bout that, hon. I can see you fine from the shower.” Australia placed the ring onto France’s length, making the blond squirm in worry. Seeing the nervous and slightly desperate look on France’s face, Australia quickly gave him a peck on the cheek to try and calm him down a bit.
After all, he had a point. Australia did stink, bad.
“There, that should be fine,” he said, looking at France.
“...Pourquoi, mon cheri? I’ve been waiting for you for so long-” France started, looking down in a show of submissiveness.
“I’m going!” Australia shouted, and ran out before France could get him to change his mind again.
Really short, I know, but now we're gettin' to the good stuff ;)