Neither were going to last long so Finland threw himself into it, almost heedless of Sweden’s pleasure except that he did sort of try to aim for that certain spot but more than anything he wanted to fuck Sweden into the bed, rub him raw and make him scream for wearing those gorgeous boots. Sweden reached down and tried to grab at his cock again, but Finland shook his head no and pushed deeper, signaling to him to stop. Sweden huffed but obeyed, digging one hand into the covers, the other clenched into a fist that he crushed into his collarbone and pressed back under the blissful onslaught. Far too soon, the heat and tightness of Sweden, his smell, his bulk, his voice was too much for Finland and the waves of pleasure were overwhelming him. He dug his fingers into the leather and buried himself into Sweden and came hard, cursing softly as his body and mind turned itself inside out.
For a second, Finland held himself there and pressed his face into the black leather, eyes closed and mind blank but Sweden shifted against his shoulder and he came back to see his lover looking at him with desperate eyes, his cock hot and heavy between his legs, arms still tightly held to the sides, shaking slightly. Quickly, Finland shifted Sweden’s legs from his shoulders and pulled out, dragging out a soft moan and sunk down between his thighs to take his cock into his mouth and bring him to completion, teasing and licking until Sweden put his hands onto his head weakly trying to knock him away, overwhelmed.
All the exhaustion that Finland had felt suddenly came rushing back as the air cooled around them and he wanted nothing more than to curl up to Sweden and refuse to move for the next few years. Instead he carefully extricated himself from Sweden’s legs and crawled to his side to flop down on the bed, snuggling close and running his hand up and down his chest, eager to give a sweeter touch after being rough. Eventually Sweden’s breathing came back under his control and he reached out to take Finland’s hand in his own.
“Berwald?” Finland asked quietly. “How did you know that I liked thigh high boots?”
“Saw your search history on the computer. Saw you looking at those models and stuff. So I decided to surprise you,” Sweden mumbled, tired. “It worked I assume.”
Finland chuckled and burrowed closer, tucking himself under his chin and wrapping his arms around Sweden’s chest. “It did surprise me. And I like them a lot.”
“You can borrow them if you want to sometime, wouldn’t be surprised if they fit you better” Sweden offered, ulterior motive blatantly obvious.
“I just might have to take you up on that.”
The End.
I hope the OP likes this. I'm a bit out of writing practice but I tried to make it hot. XD
OP likes this very much. It was very well written and you succeeded in making it hot, I assure you. I love the SuFin (FinSu, whatever) characterization you have and the little relationship fluff you put at the end was a very nice touch indeed. This was very very good quality smut XD
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Re: Any/Any - Thigh highs/boots
(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)For a second, Finland held himself there and pressed his face into the black leather, eyes closed and mind blank but Sweden shifted against his shoulder and he came back to see his lover looking at him with desperate eyes, his cock hot and heavy between his legs, arms still tightly held to the sides, shaking slightly. Quickly, Finland shifted Sweden’s legs from his shoulders and pulled out, dragging out a soft moan and sunk down between his thighs to take his cock into his mouth and bring him to completion, teasing and licking until Sweden put his hands onto his head weakly trying to knock him away, overwhelmed.
All the exhaustion that Finland had felt suddenly came rushing back as the air cooled around them and he wanted nothing more than to curl up to Sweden and refuse to move for the next few years. Instead he carefully extricated himself from Sweden’s legs and crawled to his side to flop down on the bed, snuggling close and running his hand up and down his chest, eager to give a sweeter touch after being rough. Eventually Sweden’s breathing came back under his control and he reached out to take Finland’s hand in his own.
“Berwald?” Finland asked quietly. “How did you know that I liked thigh high boots?”
“Saw your search history on the computer. Saw you looking at those models and stuff. So I decided to surprise you,” Sweden mumbled, tired. “It worked I assume.”
Finland chuckled and burrowed closer, tucking himself under his chin and wrapping his arms around Sweden’s chest. “It did surprise me. And I like them a lot.”
“You can borrow them if you want to sometime, wouldn’t be surprised if they fit you better” Sweden offered, ulterior motive blatantly obvious.
“I just might have to take you up on that.”
The End.
I hope the OP likes this. I'm a bit out of writing practice but I tried to make it hot. XD
Re: Any/Any - Thigh highs/boots
(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2013-01-23 01:29 am (UTC)(link)