/creeps in OH GOD these two are going to take FOREVER to get anywheresavoureuxMay 26 2011, 04:56:34 UTC
It's slow, it's sensual and it's making him burn all along the lines of his body. He's been at this for over three hours now, his fingers have explored every crevice, every detail of his lover's body. He has yet to detail every inch with his lips, or to feel every rise of the bones or drop of the skin with his mouth, which he was currently doing to make up for lost time. The body before him was beautiful, bronze to contrast his own golds, darkness to stand out against his own provided brightness. Even now, as his forehead dragged along to the base of Spain's spine, his hair tickled along Antonio's skin, pooling at the small of his back in a tangle of blond on bronze.
Only when Spain glance back does he pause, cease to lavish kisses upon the bottom of his friend's spin to stare up at him, to catch emeralds with sapphires and smile back. He feels love and passion and an overwhelming amount of care that he doesn't usually have the privilege to bestow upon others. It's glorious, and it's everything he wants at the moment and he can't
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At least they've skipped the conversation? XD And sorry for the fail FrenchdiosorogloriaMay 26 2011, 05:18:36 UTC
France has been lavishing his loving attentions on him for three hours, yes, but they have been naked far longer than that. It's a natural thing for them, this nakedness. Without the sexual tension, they would have been perfectly comfortable anyway. But then touches turn to kisses that got ever deeper as time passed. Their nakedness took on a different meaning from there.
He meets France's smile and isn't surprised at the charmed and intense feeling that seems to exist between them. It's always been like this for them, no matter how their people fought. He'll always have a place for France in his heart and he likes to think France has the same spot for him in his.
He rises slightly as his dear friend comes up behind him, making a soft, purring noise in his throat at the feel of his much smoother, paler skin. He tilts his head for the kisses, laughing softly at the French, nuzzling at him, "Juste un baiser, mon ami?" Spain teases, voice low, hands moving as well to touch his dear friend back.
Only when Spain glance back does he pause, cease to lavish kisses upon the bottom of his friend's spin to stare up at him, to catch emeralds with sapphires and smile back. He feels love and passion and an overwhelming amount of care that he doesn't usually have the privilege to bestow upon others. It's glorious, and it's everything he wants at the moment and he can't ( ... )
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He meets France's smile and isn't surprised at the charmed and intense feeling that seems to exist between them. It's always been like this for them, no matter how their people fought. He'll always have a place for France in his heart and he likes to think France has the same spot for him in his.
He rises slightly as his dear friend comes up behind him, making a soft, purring noise in his throat at the feel of his much smoother, paler skin. He tilts his head for the kisses, laughing softly at the French, nuzzling at him, "Juste un baiser, mon ami?" Spain teases, voice low, hands moving as well to touch his dear friend back.
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