I know OP would have preferred a Baltic here and I am sorry, but hopefully this is still somewhat entertaining for you?It is warm but not hot in the streets of Paris today, one of those rare and pleasant afternoons where two seasons meet and dance together a while before the one inevitably tries to conquer the other. Down there the people are surely as busy as on any other day, but from over the edge of the fourth-floor balcony they look a bit like dancers too, coming and going to a step they know by heart but have never learned for themselves
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Re: France/Russia; breathplay (2)
anonymous
June 11 2009, 02:14:28 UTC
"Then why," he tries again, shutting his eyes and willing himself not to respond to this, not here in the open where people can see, "...why would you talk about
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Re: France/Russia; breathplay (3)
anonymous
June 11 2009, 02:16:34 UTC
Groaning, Russia cheats a little and breaks eye contact to nuzzle at France's hair instead. Soft, sweet, safe. "And if I should--"
Fingernails scrape along his shoulders, his collar, the seldom-touched skin behind and below his ears. He had almost forgotten about some of the scars there before France started digging into them. Russia hisses, France moans. Somebody whimpers, but he thinks he might rather not know who.
It occurs to him as he readjusts his grip that France has a most unfair advantage here, for his arms are free. Russia's hands, entangled, are too occupied with resistance and pressure to do the things they want to, things France is so very good at himself. He can't hold like this, can't soothe or stroke or embrace. France can and does with alarming finesse, making Russia's nerves sing just long enough for him to miss the tune when the hands wander elsewhere. It is all he can do to arch forward or, he discovers, pull down to keep that contact steady and firmly on him. Russia's hips can respond to France's rhythm but not
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Re: France/Russia; breathplay (4- end)
anonymous
June 11 2009, 02:19:03 UTC
He is less fond, however, of this unfulfilled ache becoming a burn inside him. Russia writhes under France's cruelly shifting weight, but clamps much sharper teeth down on his own lip and silently screams at himself not to let this end on the terrace. Maybe it was alright for France, but Russia does not delight in this exposure. Russia has faced exposure before. It is too much, too dangerous here, and he battles two sets of instincts. Finally he lurches forward and throws his arms around France's narrower shoulders, clutches at the back of his shirt with a low keening sound, too quiet by far to overhear four stories down. Russia breathes, grasps, wants. "France, please..." He pulls his head away from France's collar long enough to jerk it once towards the door, then buries it again and grits his teeth, squeezes harder. "Inside
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This... Wow... I remember there was a Russia/France on breathplay too so seeing the same theme in reverse was like... WHOA~ The sense of being at the brink and playing with "death" itself... Oh France! You wrote both France and Russia well. Love how you describe it!
And heck, France "topping" Russia... Gawd~ This was done well! Glad to see that it isn't another crazy!Russia fic... ^^
No need at all to apologize for the pairing choice, author anon! Especially not when the fill is as wonderfully provocative as this is. OP admits to not reading much France, but the way you've written him here makes me think I'm missing out. And your Russia--I adore your Russia. This is so much better than anything I was imagining. Thank you!
Re: France/Russia; breathplay (4- end)
anonymous
June 13 2009, 22:51:48 UTC
I was just thinking the other day how this world needs more France/Russia and here you are with this.
This was really wonderful - the amicable setting, the little hesitance, Russia's and France's characterisations, and most importantly of all, France/Russia IN THAT ORDER. Good grief, have you been inside my head, anon? :D
I'll just love to draw a fanart of this fic as gratitude, but I'm not terribly familiar with breathplays and tyings of cravats, while clearly these are the two important factors of this fic. Oh, what to do...
Re: France/Russia; breathplay (4- end)
anonymous
June 17 2009, 01:34:37 UTC
I admit I don't read this pairing, but I'm glad I read this. It's rare I read something that depicts Russia so perfectly. Well done, anon. Well done, anon. Well done.
I know OP would have preferred a Baltic here and I am sorry, but hopefully this is still somewhat entertaining for you?It is warm but not hot in the streets of Paris today, one of those rare and pleasant afternoons where two seasons meet and dance together a while before the one inevitably tries to conquer the other. Down there the people are surely as busy as on any other day, but from over the edge of the fourth-floor balcony they look a bit like dancers too, coming and going to a step they know by heart but have never learned for themselves ( ... )
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Fingernails scrape along his shoulders, his collar, the seldom-touched skin behind and below his ears. He had almost forgotten about some of the scars there before France started digging into them. Russia hisses, France moans. Somebody whimpers, but he thinks he might rather not know who.
It occurs to him as he readjusts his grip that France has a most unfair advantage here, for his arms are free. Russia's hands, entangled, are too occupied with resistance and pressure to do the things they want to, things France is so very good at himself. He can't hold like this, can't soothe or stroke or embrace. France can and does with alarming finesse, making Russia's nerves sing just long enough for him to miss the tune when the hands wander elsewhere. It is all he can do to arch forward or, he discovers, pull down to keep that contact steady and firmly on him. Russia's hips can respond to France's rhythm but not ( ... )
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HELHAKWJELJ /fangirls
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And heck, France "topping" Russia... Gawd~ This was done well! Glad to see that it isn't another crazy!Russia fic... ^^
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I was just thinking the other day how this world needs more France/Russia and here you are with this.
This was really wonderful - the amicable setting, the little hesitance, Russia's and France's characterisations, and most importantly of all, France/Russia IN THAT ORDER. Good grief, have you been inside my head, anon? :D
I'll just love to draw a fanart of this fic as gratitude, but I'm not terribly familiar with breathplays and tyings of cravats, while clearly these are the two important factors of this fic. Oh, what to do...
tl;dr: I love you <3
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