I need a friend [Lithuania] [M]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2015 17:37:49 GMT -5
You’re mine, da? No one else’s?
His mouth burned. It stung in a way that intoxicated every nerve, and for moments upon moments every breath was dazed. Russia had not been rough—not violently so at least. He’d not harmed him. The way his mouth throbbed was sweet. His lips weren’t numb, but oh how they buzzed. How his mind was clouded. Every single time Russia kissed him it had this effect. He smiled. What a selfish nation, bewitching him.
His tongue followed the contour of his own lips as his eyes shut in bliss at his every touch. How did Russia expect him to answer? He hoped it wasn’t a question requiring immediate response. His system was aflame and he was engulfed. His breath was ragged from the path those lips took.
His hands lifted and he gently stroked his fingers through the softness of Ivan’s beautiful hair. His soft hair. He turned his head and buried his nose in it as he pressed his body closer.
“Da,” he finally responded against his hair. “Only yours.”
He pulled back and gazed into Ivan’s eyes, his cheeks flushed. Then he lowered his head. His lips pressed to his collarbone. His tongue followed their path as his fingers explored his chest. Something about Ivan always made him feel shy, but if there was one vice Lithuania could cherish at times it was Russia’s possessiveness.
Lithuania wanted to be wanted. He wanted to be yearned for. And he yearned. How he yearned for when Russia’s gentle touch would be bestowed on him, when he would smile. And Lithuania was selfish too. He was selfish for wanting such things and selfish because he wished he was the only one who could give Ivan happiness. How he wished he could heal his heart, make him not afraid, and make him see how beautiful he was.
How beautiful he could be.
Toris lifted his mouth and gave Ivan’s chin a sweet peck. “You’re so big and strong, Ivan…”
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jul 16, 2015 19:52:08 GMT -5
Ivan smiled brightly at his words, the pain in his eyes slowly dissolving to something brighter. He rarely felt true warmth. Even during the summers, he ran a few degrees lower. It’s why he often wore his scarf and coat no matter the temperature outside. Yet a few rare souls could bring him the touch of the sun and remind him that while winter might kill all, the sun can melt and regrow all that it had touched. His hands smoothed his soft side as his thumb played circles down his teasing hipbone.
He did not deserve him, his warmth, his sweet words, and his kind ever grateful eyes. Yet here he was, sitting on top of him, practically offering his entire being to him. He must do better, be better for him. He had to grow stronger. Others would hate him and call him terrible names, but if it meant protecting Toris, he could do it. Germany did not understand. He should never have been so insecure to the man’s words. The man held no respect for friendship and family, for if he had, he would have never betrayed Ivan in the last war.
His lips took his once more in a slow all-consuming kiss. His tongue invaded his mouth as his hand threaded into his long hair. He could still feel the weakness in his form from being blown to pieces only a week earlier, but it hardly mattered. His hand slipped away and into the water. He took hold of his waist and brought him further into his lap.
“I’ll be strong for you, comrade,” he whispered to his lips, finding his deep brown eyes. He rubbed himself against him, using his hands to guide his hips. He slowly and gentle pulled him down on top of him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2015 18:01:47 GMT -5
How could a man so many thought callous and cold, ignite such a fire? Be so passionate? Russia may have been weak from Germany’s grenade, but he was the one with steady hands. Hands that chased away loneliness that Lithuania had not felt until it was banished. Ivan was strong, despite what he had been through. Toris was shaking.
All Ivan had done was stroke his sides and now his fingers were on his hips. In that moment, Russia was hot. His body was like it housed a fire, his eyes, however were gentle and Lithuania almost cried out. How beautiful he was like this with his eyes shining. His bit his lip and wondered if he felt as hot as Russia did, or maybe it his body heat he was feeling. This wasn’t fair. Ivan had him so dizzy and sensitive. Where did he get this power? Yet none of that inner commentary reached Toris’s eyes all that shone from them was awe, devotion, and a need that growing between them. He truly had missed Mr. Russia.
His dark lashes brushed his cheek when his mouth was once more stolen for a kiss. How many had they already shared? Oh, but this one had Toris’s throat contracting in a moan. He surrendered to it, long enough to enjoy the hot stroke of Ivan’s tongue for the first time in what felt so long before angling his head and responding. He tugged on his hair and he responded with much enthusiasm when he was tugged into Russia’s lap.
Russia’s eyes gleamed and Toris smiled and then laughed softly at his words. He played with Russia’s hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ll stay with you.” He murmured in the space between them and then he groaned, resting his forehead against Russia’s. “Ivan,” he hummed and then raked his nails down his neck as he was guided. He arched throwing his shoulders and neck back as he moaned.
It was like coming home, this. He moved his hips slowly, enjoying every fission of desire it elicited and then he leaned down and stared at Ivan with passion-dark eyes. He stopped holding back and sealed his mouth against his in starving hunger, biting to open Russia’s lips until he was in and sucking on the nation’s tongue.
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Dec 14, 2015 17:38:59 GMT -5
He could not pull his eyes away from the beauty that encompassed Toris form. He always felt a sense of desire for the man, a deep friendship. When he first met Toris he knew he wanted to be friends with him for eternity, but he also understood that to build friendships he had to be strong. No one wanted to be friends with a weak nation. They only wished to bully them and torture them. He needed to be strong. He needed to earn Toris’ friendship. He hoped the man in his arms understood how much he tried to meet his worth, and even in his effort, it always felt far from his reach.
His words made his cold heart flutter with warmth and hope, a rare sensation in days of death and sadness. He dearly wished for the words to be true, and off his mouth, it almost sounded as fact. He gazed deeply into those brown doe like eyes. They held kindness that very few ever graced on Ivan. Even his own sisters whom he knew loved him deeply, often looked at him with expiration. Not Toris. Toris always assured him in his failures, and he supposed it was why he had searched for the man when he returned with his dealings with the German. He matched his lips with passion, letting the aches and sores in his muscles to loosen with a new heat. He guided his hips, and the water lapped against the edge of the tub. He stayed in this perfect bliss, mouth attached to his, skin against skin, hands exploring familiar territory until he finally tipped over and the last of his stress seemed to disappear.
He kissed the man softly through heavy breaths and leaned his forehead on his. “Thank you, Toris. I would be lost without you,” he whispered, large arms wrapped around him, holding him close. The years when Toris had left after the fall of the Soviet Union had been painful, but he had him back now. He had him back, and he would never let him go.
Ivan rarely trusted others, and yet Toris had managed to sneak into his vulnerable part of his heart and pull such a feeling from him. “I am sorry I have taken so much of your time. I am sure you are busy,” he stated, as if they were still not entangled in the water.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 15:50:55 GMT -5
No one wanted to be friends with a weak nation? Yet Russia was his friend and Toris was not his friend because of his strength, though sometimes the show of Ivan’s strength made him feel hot and absolutely inappropriate. Sometimes Russia’s callous words would be just as seductive as his gentle ones. Rough touches, possessive talk, praise, caresses; all of them could have Toris wrapped around Russia’s fingers like he was now. Russia stared at him and thought him beautiful, Toris stared back and found him just as elegant. His beauty was angelic.
Yet. There was always a catch, but this was not one Toris was aware of. Ivan did not have to prove his worth to Toris. Russia was Lithuania’s friend and when around him Toris felt ashamed of the demure nation he often was. He wished now he could be as strong as Russia; he wished he could be more help than he already was. Yet he did understand something; Russia wanted Toris to be proud of him and accept him.
Toris sank into the gaze of his violet eyes and he wanted to scream from the rooftops. He wanted to stay with Ivan. He wanted to hold him in the wreckage if this plan of Ivan’s failed. He forever wanted to keep the man in his arms. He wanted the man to finally have a hope that was not shattered. Toris wanted to selfishly have Ivan and make up for ever leaving. When they were together, Toris almost felt as if he could still be that conquering nation. Russia gave him courage with the same tongue he made him ache for him or because of him. Right now he was aching for more of him. The hot water made him skin sweat, the way Ivan moved made his skin sweat. He clung to him and surrendered again and again, begging in Russian whenever their lips would part just enough. He begged for him, he moaned for him, and his fingers tugged his hair as the water splashed around them until toppled along with Ivan.
Every worry disappeared and he sucked on Ivan’s mouth warmly in the afterglow. “I’ve missed you, Ivan,” he admitted. Missed him long before now. He’d missed him from the moment Ivan had let him go after the USSR fell. He’d said he’d wanted to leave and he had. But the price he’d paid for it…
“Тише любовь,” he whispered to him. Hush, love. He placed a hand over Ivan’s heart and bent his head. He kissed the scars on Ivan’s neck affectionately. “I wanted this. Time with you is never time wasted.”
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Post by Russia - Ivan Braginsky on Jun 12, 2016 19:26:26 GMT -5
His hands gently caressed his sides in the water as he ventured down from his high. Germany’s words finally disappearing into the back of his mind with all his other insecurities. Ivan knew he could only lock them away for so long before they would return again, yet he still attempted to hide from them. He would never have the confidence of nations like America, Prussia, and Denmark. He knew his faults and each time he saw himself in the mirror, they only became so apparent. He would treasure this moment without them. Without worry and doubt. He would treasure it with Toris.
His heart beat in response to his touch, and he gently kissed him on the cheek. Toris was too kind to him. He smiled softly. “I missed you too,” he answered. The water had become cold around them, and his hands slipped down to his thighs. His body still felt sore of the explosion, but his strength was slowly returning. He lifted Toris with him out of the bath, holding him in his arms as he stood. He stepped out of the tub and gently guided Toris to stand on the floor next to him. He went to the towels and pulled two, throwing one over his shoulder. The other he wrapped around Toris, drying him off before letting him have the fabric. He then wrapped his own towel around his waist before heading to his room to change.
He felt better from the bath and Toris’ company. Though he recognized he had been gone for some time and work continued. “Has it been quiet here?” he asked.
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