"I definitely think this looks better between your lips than it did around your neck," Finland said sweetly, pressing his thumb against silk and brushing his lips over Sweden's ear. "Don't you agree, Sweden?"
Sweden murmured muffled agreement around his gag, tongue wetting the silk of the tie that had been a gift from one queen or another. He splayed his hands on Finland's hips and tugged him into his lap, letting his cock answer what his lips could not.
"I'll take that as a yes!" Finland laughed, pinched Sweden's nipple, tugged on the gag, pulled it so tight Sweden could feel it cut into his cheeks before loosening his hold and kissing the silk bitten corners of Sweden's mouth.
Finland licked the edge of his jaw, dipped his tongue into the divot of his throat and sunk his teeth into the firm swell of Sweden's arm, worrying skin and muscle until it was stinging red and Sweden was groaning, cock slipping between the heat of Finland's thighs with each jerk of his hips.
"Hmmm," Finland considered, sitting astride Sweden's waist and dragging his nails down Sweden's chest, face painted with that innocent smile that always made Sweden want to pin Finland down and stroke his cock until he came all over Finland's wicked grin. Finland winked and wriggled in his lap, "The real question is, what should we do with my tie? Any suggestions?"
Sweden grunted and glared, slapped Finland's ass with the palm of his hand and tried to get Finland to shift just ever so slightly forward so they could rub their cocks together, but Finland just laughed and shook his head.
"No suggestions? Well, I guess we'll just have to go with whatever I come up with!" Finland said as he pushed off Sweden and off the bed to dig his tie from the pile of abandoned clothes. Finland brandished his new prize like a whip, his face flushed with pleasure when he climbed back on the bed and licked a hot, wet, trail from Sweden's wrist to the tip of his fingers to make his intentions impossibly clear. Finland touched his smile to Sweden's mouth, nibbled the edge of his gag and murmured, "Okay?"
Sweden swallowed, the silk of his impromptu gag getting slicker with each second that Finland looked at him like that--patient, trusting, and heavy with anticipation. He put his arms above his head and nodded, arching into Finland's careful touch as he bound Sweden's hands together with two loops of his favorite blue tie.
Finland kissed his wrists, kissed his cheeks and the corners of his eyes, whispered to him, "I think this one looks better this way, too."
Sweden flexed his fingers, arched his hips and hoped that Finland could hear the desire in his muffled groans, that Finland could feel what he wanted in his wet press of his cock against Finland's thigh and in the slow spreading of his legs. Finland dragged his thumbs down Sweden's jaw, rubbed his fingers over the tie in his mouth and splayed his hands flat on his chest, holding Sweden in place while he sucked on his nipples. Sweden desperately wished he could use his hands when Finland dipped his tongue into his navel and whispered filthy things in the voice he used first thing in the morning and last thing at night because he knew what it did to Sweden to hear, "If we had one more tie, I'd cover your eyes. If we had two more, I'd tie your ankles to the bed and lick you until came," said the same way Finland said "I love you."
Finland peered at him from between his legs, chin propped on Sweden's hip and his lips so close to Sweden's cock he could feel the hot rush of his breath against his shaft when Finland murmured, "If you promise to be good and keep as still as possible, I'll do that even without the ties."
This is hot hot hot, A!A! I love how you're writing Finland - a little teasing, a sense of humor, and confidence. It's lovely, and I reeeeally can't wait to see where it goes!
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Hold Your Tongue, 1
(Anonymous) 2012-12-26 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)Sweden murmured muffled agreement around his gag, tongue wetting the silk of the tie that had been a gift from one queen or another. He splayed his hands on Finland's hips and tugged him into his lap, letting his cock answer what his lips could not.
"I'll take that as a yes!" Finland laughed, pinched Sweden's nipple, tugged on the gag, pulled it so tight Sweden could feel it cut into his cheeks before loosening his hold and kissing the silk bitten corners of Sweden's mouth.
Finland licked the edge of his jaw, dipped his tongue into the divot of his throat and sunk his teeth into the firm swell of Sweden's arm, worrying skin and muscle until it was stinging red and Sweden was groaning, cock slipping between the heat of Finland's thighs with each jerk of his hips.
"Hmmm," Finland considered, sitting astride Sweden's waist and dragging his nails down Sweden's chest, face painted with that innocent smile that always made Sweden want to pin Finland down and stroke his cock until he came all over Finland's wicked grin. Finland winked and wriggled in his lap, "The real question is, what should we do with my tie? Any suggestions?"
Sweden grunted and glared, slapped Finland's ass with the palm of his hand and tried to get Finland to shift just ever so slightly forward so they could rub their cocks together, but Finland just laughed and shook his head.
"No suggestions? Well, I guess we'll just have to go with whatever I come up with!" Finland said as he pushed off Sweden and off the bed to dig his tie from the pile of abandoned clothes. Finland brandished his new prize like a whip, his face flushed with pleasure when he climbed back on the bed and licked a hot, wet, trail from Sweden's wrist to the tip of his fingers to make his intentions impossibly clear. Finland touched his smile to Sweden's mouth, nibbled the edge of his gag and murmured, "Okay?"
Sweden swallowed, the silk of his impromptu gag getting slicker with each second that Finland looked at him like that--patient, trusting, and heavy with anticipation. He put his arms above his head and nodded, arching into Finland's careful touch as he bound Sweden's hands together with two loops of his favorite blue tie.
Finland kissed his wrists, kissed his cheeks and the corners of his eyes, whispered to him, "I think this one looks better this way, too."
Sweden flexed his fingers, arched his hips and hoped that Finland could hear the desire in his muffled groans, that Finland could feel what he wanted in his wet press of his cock against Finland's thigh and in the slow spreading of his legs. Finland dragged his thumbs down Sweden's jaw, rubbed his fingers over the tie in his mouth and splayed his hands flat on his chest, holding Sweden in place while he sucked on his nipples. Sweden desperately wished he could use his hands when Finland dipped his tongue into his navel and whispered filthy things in the voice he used first thing in the morning and last thing at night because he knew what it did to Sweden to hear, "If we had one more tie, I'd cover your eyes. If we had two more, I'd tie your ankles to the bed and lick you until came," said the same way Finland said "I love you."
Finland peered at him from between his legs, chin propped on Sweden's hip and his lips so close to Sweden's cock he could feel the hot rush of his breath against his shaft when Finland murmured, "If you promise to be good and keep as still as possible, I'll do that even without the ties."
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-26 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)This is hot hot hot, A!A! I love how you're writing Finland - a little teasing, a sense of humor, and confidence. It's lovely, and I reeeeally can't wait to see where it goes!
Thank you so much! <3