Gah, I am so, so sorry! OTL I hate school, I seriously do =_= Hope you can forgive me!
“What took you so long?!” France shouted the second Australia walked into the room, “If you haven’t noticed, there’s not many ways I can keep myself entertained like this!”
Yeah, okay, so maybe leaving France tied up for 10 minutes with nothing to do wasn’t the best way to go about this. It had clearly annoyed France. Australia could see the rope burns from when France had struggled, and his length had gotten completely soft.
“I’m really sorry, babe,” mumbled Australia. He moved onto the bed so that he was sat facing France, “I lost track of time. I didn’t forget about you, I swear,” he worked on France’s shoulders while he spoke, hoping he would be willing to stay bound if he was more relaxed.
“Hmph.” Apparently France wasn’t going to forgive him just yet, “You do know it’s dangerous to leave someone tied alone, Jacque?”
Australia stopped his massage, “I-It is?”
“Oui. Did you not look at any safety tips?”
...There’s safety tips? Truthfully, Australia had been more interested in how to tie safe knots; he hadn’t paid much attention to whatever else the website mentioned. He shook his head in response.
France rolled his eyes, “Sometimes I forget you’re even younger than America.”
Australia pouted, “You always bring that up when I mess up something.” He moved closer to France, running his hands across his arms and body, “Since you’re apparently so damn experienced, guess I’ll just learn from the master.” He took off his boxers and crawled further up to France.
The Frenchman eyed his equipment appreciatively, “de l’amour,” he finished, a smirk on his face, which disappeared as Australia moved down to kiss and suck at his neck. The Aussie smiled to himself, pleased that he knew the Frenchman’s neck was a weak soft for him.
Australia travelled to his shoulder, leaving a trail of small hickeys in his path. France moaned softly, trying to lean forwards so his body was pressing against the Aussie’s. Australia paused in his markings and moved his legs so they were comfortably around the smaller country.
France took the chance immediately and locked their lips together, moving his smooth tongue across his boyfriend’s lower lip. Australia responded, opening his mouth and letting their tongues meet. France explored his mouth like it was his first taste, letting Australia know that he was forgiven.
He moved one of his hands to intertwine with France’s bound hand. France clasped it, using the support to rub their erections together slowly, savouring the warmth between them.
Part of Australia was still aware that France was just getting what he wanted by now, but... he was so good at it! Maybe... maybe it could wait until later. He could just relax and have fun tonight, right?
France moved away from his mouth to give sweet kisses to his jawline. Australia sighed and tilted his head back for the blond...
“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 ;)
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AustraliaxFrance - Limits (Part 4a/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-26 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)“What took you so long?!” France shouted the second Australia walked into the room, “If you haven’t noticed, there’s not many ways I can keep myself entertained like this!”
Yeah, okay, so maybe leaving France tied up for 10 minutes with nothing to do wasn’t the best way to go about this. It had clearly annoyed France. Australia could see the rope burns from when France had struggled, and his length had gotten completely soft.
“I’m really sorry, babe,” mumbled Australia. He moved onto the bed so that he was sat facing France, “I lost track of time. I didn’t forget about you, I swear,” he worked on France’s shoulders while he spoke, hoping he would be willing to stay bound if he was more relaxed.
“Hmph.” Apparently France wasn’t going to forgive him just yet, “You do know it’s dangerous to leave someone tied alone, Jacque?”
Australia stopped his massage, “I-It is?”
“Oui. Did you not look at any safety tips?”
...There’s safety tips? Truthfully, Australia had been more interested in how to tie safe knots; he hadn’t paid much attention to whatever else the website mentioned. He shook his head in response.
France rolled his eyes, “Sometimes I forget you’re even younger than America.”
Australia pouted, “You always bring that up when I mess up something.” He moved closer to France, running his hands across his arms and body, “Since you’re apparently so damn experienced, guess I’ll just learn from the master.” He took off his boxers and crawled further up to France.
The Frenchman eyed his equipment appreciatively, “de l’amour,” he finished, a smirk on his face, which disappeared as Australia moved down to kiss and suck at his neck. The Aussie smiled to himself, pleased that he knew the Frenchman’s neck was a weak soft for him.
Australia travelled to his shoulder, leaving a trail of small hickeys in his path. France moaned softly, trying to lean forwards so his body was pressing against the Aussie’s. Australia paused in his markings and moved his legs so they were comfortably around the smaller country.
France took the chance immediately and locked their lips together, moving his smooth tongue across his boyfriend’s lower lip. Australia responded, opening his mouth and letting their tongues meet. France explored his mouth like it was his first taste, letting Australia know that he was forgiven.
He moved one of his hands to intertwine with France’s bound hand. France clasped it, using the support to rub their erections together slowly, savouring the warmth between them.
Part of Australia was still aware that France was just getting what he wanted by now, but... he was so good at it! Maybe... maybe it could wait until later. He could just relax and have fun tonight, right?
France moved away from his mouth to give sweet kisses to his jawline. Australia sighed and tilted his head back for the blond...
“You stink.”
...Huh?
Re: AustraliaxFrance - Limits (Part 4b/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-01-27 12:19 am (UTC)(link)“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/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)