I'm quite sure this wasn't what OP had in mind...Gilbert valued the weight of the paddle in his hands, eyeing the bent over figure in front of him. Ivan’s hands were tied, feet apart; ass high into the air, waiting, expecting. He was enjoying this way too much. Gilbert slammed the paddle over his cheeks, grinning at the sharp hiss the other let out. He slammed again, forcing his body to rock forth. The skin was heated when he pressed his hand to it, squeezing the flesh in his hands
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Re: [part 3] Like it rough [2/4]
anonymous
January 7 2010, 04:34:21 UTC
He used the razor to push his buttocks apart, putting some thought to it so he wouldn’t break his sensitive skin. Grinning wider he prodded his hole with the sharp tip, not putting enough strength to cut him, just enough so he could feel the tickling, the threat.
“You are no good at this, East,” Ivan chuckled breathlessly, his skin goose bumped and sweaty. He moved his head to look over his shoulder, even if the blindfold prevented him from doing so, “You are just no good at allLetting all thoughtfulness go, Gilbert pulled the razor back, cutting his skin in the process. Ivan hissed, and his laugh shook. This was still no good. Gilbert groaned and made a big slash across his back, over the ragged skin of an old scar. Ivan stopped laughing. Taking it as a good sign, Gilbert dipped his head and licked the blood off, tasting and savoring it. Nothing tastes like Russian blood
( ... )
Re: [part 3] Like it rough [3/4]
anonymous
January 7 2010, 04:35:06 UTC
Felt good, this power. Sent jolts of tingling pleasure down his limbs, made his guts tighten in a funny knot. This was good, this was awesome. Mighty Russia under his control, instead of the other way around. He could crush him now, instead of being crushed by him. He freed his erection and pressed it between Ivan’s buttocks, where his legs met, rubbing his scrotum. Ivan moaned. Yes, it felt damn good.
“East,” Ivan whispered, vowels sounding all skewed in his tongue. Gilbert grinned, pressed harder, faster. There was blood around Ivan’s anus from his previous careless cut, he touched it with his fingertips and smeared it all over, dipping inside playfully, teasingly. “East,” Ivan repeated, high-pitched and breathless.
“Say my name,” Gilbert purred, while he pushed his finger in roughly.
“I-I am saying you name,” Ivan half-whimpered, half-laughed, bucking his hips to meet Gilbert’s finger’s thrust.
“The other name,” He pushed a second, ripping the muscle open, “The real one,”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, East,”
( ... )
Re: [part 3] Like it rough [3/4]
anonymous
January 7 2010, 04:35:54 UTC
“Prussia,”
The world exploded into white, soundless, grainy, mind-blowing white.
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“Am I awesome or what?”
Ivan glanced at him and made a noncommittal noise with his throat. Red lines pilled there from earlier, and he could see purple bruises where his hands had gripped. He allowed himself a victorious grin. Yes, he was very awesome indeed.
“You’re still too sloppy.” Ivan shrugged, shifting his weight in the bed. “And you lick too much, I almost drowned,”
He stared at Ivan’s blank face; squinted, “Excuse me, who fucked who again?”
Ivan snorted; his pupils were still dilated, and his eyelashes still wet and heavy. And he looked so damned sated. “That depends on the perspective
( ... )
I'm quite sure this wasn't what OP had in mind...Gilbert valued the weight of the paddle in his hands, eyeing the bent over figure in front of him. Ivan’s hands were tied, feet apart; ass high into the air, waiting, expecting. He was enjoying this way too much. Gilbert slammed the paddle over his cheeks, grinning at the sharp hiss the other let out. He slammed again, forcing his body to rock forth. The skin was heated when he pressed his hand to it, squeezing the flesh in his hands ( ... )
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“You are no good at this, East,” Ivan chuckled breathlessly, his skin goose bumped and sweaty. He moved his head to look over his shoulder, even if the blindfold prevented him from doing so, “You are just no good at allLetting all thoughtfulness go, Gilbert pulled the razor back, cutting his skin in the process. Ivan hissed, and his laugh shook. This was still no good. Gilbert groaned and made a big slash across his back, over the ragged skin of an old scar. Ivan stopped laughing. Taking it as a good sign, Gilbert dipped his head and licked the blood off, tasting and savoring it. Nothing tastes like Russian blood ( ... )
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“East,” Ivan whispered, vowels sounding all skewed in his tongue. Gilbert grinned, pressed harder, faster. There was blood around Ivan’s anus from his previous careless cut, he touched it with his fingertips and smeared it all over, dipping inside playfully, teasingly. “East,” Ivan repeated, high-pitched and breathless.
“Say my name,” Gilbert purred, while he pushed his finger in roughly.
“I-I am saying you name,” Ivan half-whimpered, half-laughed, bucking his hips to meet Gilbert’s finger’s thrust.
“The other name,” He pushed a second, ripping the muscle open, “The real one,”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, East,” ( ... )
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The world exploded into white, soundless, grainy, mind-blowing white.
-------
“Am I awesome or what?”
Ivan glanced at him and made a noncommittal noise with his throat. Red lines pilled there from earlier, and he could see purple bruises where his hands had gripped. He allowed himself a victorious grin. Yes, he was very awesome indeed.
“You’re still too sloppy.” Ivan shrugged, shifting his weight in the bed. “And you lick too much, I almost drowned,”
He stared at Ivan’s blank face; squinted, “Excuse me, who fucked who again?”
Ivan snorted; his pupils were still dilated, and his eyelashes still wet and heavy. And he looked so damned sated. “That depends on the perspective ( ... )
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SHOW HIM WHAT REAL PAIN IS! SHOW HIM!
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