Fic: China Doll, Arne Friedrich/Miroslav Klose, PG
Inspired by the following image:
Miroslav watched as a drop of sweat glided across Arne's forehead, down onto his brow and then dripped onto his flushed cheeks that rolled down, down, down. Soundlessly, it fell onto his neck, Arne's long, glorious neck.
China Doll
Arne rolled over, chest heaving upanddownupanddownupanddown. He clenched his eyes shut. He fluttered them open.
"Wow," he said finally. Arne felt Miroslav chuckle; his arm was next to Arne's. Miroslav's laughter shook him, creating friction on his sweaty right arm. Miroslav turned to look at Arne; beautiful, handsome Arne. His toned body glistened in the dark room; the moonlight and the twinkling stars shining over him.
Miroslav watched as a drop of sweat glided across Arne's forehead, down onto his brow and then dripped onto his flushed cheeks that rolled down, down, down. Soundlessly, it fell onto his neck, Arne's long, glorious neck.
Miroslav smiled.
Even through the sweat, he could see the bite marks that dug deep into Arne's flesh. He leaned in and licked the dent marks and mumbled a sorry-if-those-bites-hurt-you-baby. After caring for the marks, he pulled away. He lifted himself upwards and gently rolled on top of Arne, despite their sweaty glory. Miroslav tilted his head and laid a gentle kiss on Arne's forehead as if he were a china doll. To Miroslav, his Arne was like a china doll in every way, so he treated him like a china doll; gently, carefully, lovingly.
Arne sighed silently and fluttered his eyes shut.
Miroslav then laid two soft kisses on Arne's eyelids, one kiss, one eye. He then shook his head side-to-side, noses rubbing like an Eskimo kiss. Arne smiled and hummed pleasantly, lowly; anticipating what came next.
Miroslav grinned and smashed his mouth onto Arne's. Arne's eyes snapped opened and his eyes were wide. He didn't expect that.
Their teeths clashed, and Miroslav used his tongue to explore Arne's mouth, to find every nook and cranny and crevice in that beautiful mouth. Arne snapped out of his surprised state, and right when he was going to furiously kiss back, Miroslav tore his mouth away.
Cheekily, Miroslav grinned.
Arne frowned.
Miroslav quickly pressed his lips against Arne's, drew away, and said goodnight. He slid off Arne.
"Oh no you don't," Arne whispered to himself, and threw himself on Miroslav. Arne pinned Miroslav's arms above their heads with one hand. Miroslav laughed, but did not resist. Arne used his free hand to pull the navy blue sheets over their heads and his lips collided with his lover's again.
Miroslav watched as a drop of sweat glided across Arne's forehead, down onto his brow and then dripped onto his flushed cheeks that rolled down, down, down. Soundlessly, it fell onto his neck, Arne's long, glorious neck.
China Doll
Arne rolled over, chest heaving upanddownupanddownupanddown. He clenched his eyes shut. He fluttered them open.
"Wow," he said finally. Arne felt Miroslav chuckle; his arm was next to Arne's. Miroslav's laughter shook him, creating friction on his sweaty right arm. Miroslav turned to look at Arne; beautiful, handsome Arne. His toned body glistened in the dark room; the moonlight and the twinkling stars shining over him.
Miroslav watched as a drop of sweat glided across Arne's forehead, down onto his brow and then dripped onto his flushed cheeks that rolled down, down, down. Soundlessly, it fell onto his neck, Arne's long, glorious neck.
Miroslav smiled.
Even through the sweat, he could see the bite marks that dug deep into Arne's flesh. He leaned in and licked the dent marks and mumbled a sorry-if-those-bites-hurt-you-baby. After caring for the marks, he pulled away. He lifted himself upwards and gently rolled on top of Arne, despite their sweaty glory. Miroslav tilted his head and laid a gentle kiss on Arne's forehead as if he were a china doll. To Miroslav, his Arne was like a china doll in every way, so he treated him like a china doll; gently, carefully, lovingly.
Arne sighed silently and fluttered his eyes shut.
Miroslav then laid two soft kisses on Arne's eyelids, one kiss, one eye. He then shook his head side-to-side, noses rubbing like an Eskimo kiss. Arne smiled and hummed pleasantly, lowly; anticipating what came next.
Miroslav grinned and smashed his mouth onto Arne's. Arne's eyes snapped opened and his eyes were wide. He didn't expect that.
Their teeths clashed, and Miroslav used his tongue to explore Arne's mouth, to find every nook and cranny and crevice in that beautiful mouth. Arne snapped out of his surprised state, and right when he was going to furiously kiss back, Miroslav tore his mouth away.
Cheekily, Miroslav grinned.
Arne frowned.
Miroslav quickly pressed his lips against Arne's, drew away, and said goodnight. He slid off Arne.
"Oh no you don't," Arne whispered to himself, and threw himself on Miroslav. Arne pinned Miroslav's arms above their heads with one hand. Miroslav laughed, but did not resist. Arne used his free hand to pull the navy blue sheets over their heads and his lips collided with his lover's again.