we danced on tabletops 2/4
anonymous
July 17 2011, 01:27:32 UTC
He pushed the shirt off of him, and kicked it over near the couch. The song shifted to a song with a slow, rolling beat and some of the most filthy lyrics France had ever heard. He ground his erection against Canada's taut ass, holding tightly to Canada's hips. It might have thrown them off rhythm, but frankly, it was hard to give a damn when he was this hard. Canada was molding himself to France, arching his back so that for sticky moments they would be seamless and sweaty together.
But this wasn't enough for France. Not nearly enough. He leaned in close, and began to weave the image he could so clearly see in his mind's eyes.
"Imagine the room filled with people," France said, his voice low and sensual. "Bright lights, the scent of alcohol, a faint whiff of drugs in another room, among other forbidden pleasures..."
The music was decadent. It helped the fantasy he was forming, and bringing Canada into.
"Everyone in the room is watching you. They all want you, but they can't have you because you're mine," France said
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we danced on tabletops 3/4
anonymous
July 17 2011, 01:31:47 UTC
Canda got back up on the counter (really, France mused, how drunk was he?) and held out his hand. France shook his head. Ah, the whims of the drunken
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is dying from a massive hemorage out the nose. Gah! Normally I'm kinda " ick, Franana", but... damn. >w< TOO HOT. *frantically wipes blood off keyboard* THANK YOU SOOO MUCH. <3
Re: we danced on tabletops 4/4
anonymous
September 24 2011, 22:16:01 UTC
Oh wow, hot!Canada and lusting!France, my favourite. This is brilliant and the little details just made it that much better, like how Canada normally smells and how when you have sex on the counter, you have to worry about the aftermath. I always appreciate them. France's POV was brilliant as well.
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He pushed the shirt off of him, and kicked it over near the couch. The song shifted to a song with a slow, rolling beat and some of the most filthy lyrics France had ever heard. He ground his erection against Canada's taut ass, holding tightly to Canada's hips. It might have thrown them off rhythm, but frankly, it was hard to give a damn when he was this hard. Canada was molding himself to France, arching his back so that for sticky moments they would be seamless and sweaty together.
But this wasn't enough for France. Not nearly enough. He leaned in close, and began to weave the image he could so clearly see in his mind's eyes.
"Imagine the room filled with people," France said, his voice low and sensual. "Bright lights, the scent of alcohol, a faint whiff of drugs in another room, among other forbidden pleasures..."
The music was decadent. It helped the fantasy he was forming, and bringing Canada into.
"Everyone in the room is watching you. They all want you, but they can't have you because you're mine," France said ( ... )
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Canda got back up on the counter (really, France mused, how drunk was he?) and held out his hand. France shook his head. Ah, the whims of the drunken ( ... )
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America had once told him that Canada once spent a whole weekend in a daze over his bear's eyelashes
I love when people remember Canada’s spaciness instead of just making him the straight man.
Did you have any particular songs in mind when you wrote this?
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