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Star-eyed [Estonia/Finland]
Title: Star-eyed
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 15+
Length: ~300
Summary: Erotic prose-poetry.
Other: Posted to the Hetalia kink meme. (Original post)
Star-eyed
I can see you in the candlelight. Your eyes are dark, deep, endless. You tremble at every touch. I brush kisses along your cheek, jaw, throat. You arch, baring more.
With every touch I claim you.
How long had it been, old friend? Too long. When we saw each other and our hands touched, our mutual joy was a shock coursing through our fingers.
Shifting, shivering, gasping. In the light your skin is gold and bronze. Your cheeks are flushed rose deep as the red in the clear, northern sky when the sun sets. I claim your lips with my mouth, my tongue.
Let me have all of you.
He intimidates me, that one. He saw my joy and with few words laid claim to you as a gift. But he grants my wishes if only I ask, and so I asked for this night with you.
How long have I longed for you? Too long.
Your breathy moans and whispers tell me you have longed for me, too.
Folded spectacles on the table cast strange shadows. You are so timid without them, uncertain. But beauty is what I see in you as you shiver beneath me. Open your eyes, let me see those depths, that endless starry sky. Can you see? No, no matter. We are close, the light is dim, and in this night there is nothing but my touch and your touch, ours, us.
Now I have all of you.
Let me steal your breath as I stole your sight.
Let me amplify your senses, magnify, intense, drive you senseless.
Let me consume you, devour you once, twice, three times over.
You go willingly. Shy and uncertain, yes, but there is desire in those elegant hands.
You give yourself over, over, over.
We rest.
You pinch out the candle.
You press a kiss to my lips.
Your mouth is soft, bruised.
I am finished.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 15+
Length: ~300
Summary: Erotic prose-poetry.
Other: Posted to the Hetalia kink meme. (Original post)
Star-eyed
I can see you in the candlelight. Your eyes are dark, deep, endless. You tremble at every touch. I brush kisses along your cheek, jaw, throat. You arch, baring more.
With every touch I claim you.
How long had it been, old friend? Too long. When we saw each other and our hands touched, our mutual joy was a shock coursing through our fingers.
Shifting, shivering, gasping. In the light your skin is gold and bronze. Your cheeks are flushed rose deep as the red in the clear, northern sky when the sun sets. I claim your lips with my mouth, my tongue.
Let me have all of you.
He intimidates me, that one. He saw my joy and with few words laid claim to you as a gift. But he grants my wishes if only I ask, and so I asked for this night with you.
How long have I longed for you? Too long.
Your breathy moans and whispers tell me you have longed for me, too.
Folded spectacles on the table cast strange shadows. You are so timid without them, uncertain. But beauty is what I see in you as you shiver beneath me. Open your eyes, let me see those depths, that endless starry sky. Can you see? No, no matter. We are close, the light is dim, and in this night there is nothing but my touch and your touch, ours, us.
Now I have all of you.
Let me steal your breath as I stole your sight.
Let me amplify your senses, magnify, intense, drive you senseless.
Let me consume you, devour you once, twice, three times over.
You go willingly. Shy and uncertain, yes, but there is desire in those elegant hands.
You give yourself over, over, over.
We rest.
You pinch out the candle.
You press a kiss to my lips.
Your mouth is soft, bruised.
I am finished.