“That's good,” Canada tells him in a soft voice. “You're doing just fine, just let me know if you need to stop.”
Russia hums in agreement.
“I'm going to text the others now. Do you want the gag while we wait?”
Tilting his head towards Canada's voice, Russia opens his mouth. The gag is thick and pliable, almost like sucking on a real cock, and it helps him to stop thinking as he closes his mouth around it.
“Beautiful,” Canada breaths into Russia's hair, filling him with a soothing warmth. The demons are gone, leaving him drifting alone with only Canada's touch and voice to anchor him. It doesn't even matter what Canada says, his words rolling together into a soft melody in Russia's head.
The hands at his legs nearly startle him, but Canada is still talking, still brushing his hair, and so Russia lets himself fade once more. He's safe, gasping in quiet delight as he is filled so thoroughly, the small tension that shivers up his spine at what the Nations that hate him might do vanishing as Canada presses a kiss to his cheek.
Canada won't let anyone hurt him.
He barely notices as the gag is removed, except to whine in the brief moment before his mouth is full once more, this time with heavy, musky cock.
He doesn't count the Nations, far too out of it to care who they might be or how many they are, simply basking in the sensations as Canada's voice weaves a spell around him. When it's finally over, and Russia is left empty, he whines, turning his head and trying to suck at Canada's fingers, not ready to be finished yet.
Canada just laughs, his voice like sparkles in the darkness, letting Russia suckle his fingers.
“It's time to wake up, Russia.”
The cuffs are undone, and then Russia is left with the gag as the bonds on his legs are released. He pulls away when Canada tries to remove the blindfold, grasping at Canada in a silent plea.
Understanding and gentle as always, Canada kisses his forehead, climbing up onto the bed and sliding behind Russia, letting him curl up and rest his head on Canada's lap like a child as Canada hums a quiet song and runs gentle fingers through his hair.
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Canada/Russia - Drifting - 1b/1
(Anonymous) 2013-05-23 06:25 am (UTC)(link)Russia hums in agreement.
“I'm going to text the others now. Do you want the gag while we wait?”
Tilting his head towards Canada's voice, Russia opens his mouth. The gag is thick and pliable, almost like sucking on a real cock, and it helps him to stop thinking as he closes his mouth around it.
“Beautiful,” Canada breaths into Russia's hair, filling him with a soothing warmth. The demons are gone, leaving him drifting alone with only Canada's touch and voice to anchor him. It doesn't even matter what Canada says, his words rolling together into a soft melody in Russia's head.
The hands at his legs nearly startle him, but Canada is still talking, still brushing his hair, and so Russia lets himself fade once more. He's safe, gasping in quiet delight as he is filled so thoroughly, the small tension that shivers up his spine at what the Nations that hate him might do vanishing as Canada presses a kiss to his cheek.
Canada won't let anyone hurt him.
He barely notices as the gag is removed, except to whine in the brief moment before his mouth is full once more, this time with heavy, musky cock.
He doesn't count the Nations, far too out of it to care who they might be or how many they are, simply basking in the sensations as Canada's voice weaves a spell around him. When it's finally over, and Russia is left empty, he whines, turning his head and trying to suck at Canada's fingers, not ready to be finished yet.
Canada just laughs, his voice like sparkles in the darkness, letting Russia suckle his fingers.
“It's time to wake up, Russia.”
The cuffs are undone, and then Russia is left with the gag as the bonds on his legs are released. He pulls away when Canada tries to remove the blindfold, grasping at Canada in a silent plea.
Understanding and gentle as always, Canada kisses his forehead, climbing up onto the bed and sliding behind Russia, letting him curl up and rest his head on Canada's lap like a child as Canada hums a quiet song and runs gentle fingers through his hair.
Fin.
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-05-23 08:02 am (UTC)(link)Re: Canada/Russia - Drifting - 1b/1
(Anonymous) 2013-05-29 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)