Appreciation [Estonia/Finland/Sweden]
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roesslyngTitle: Appreciation
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: ~400
Summary: Estonia and Finland enjoy one another's "company" while Sweden watches.
Other: Response to a ficlet request thread at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Appreciation
In the dim light they moved together. The candles caught their hair, their skin, flickering, leaving much in shadow. They moved as one person, each gesture matched, each advance bent to in turn. Every inch was familiar, as they knew each other as well as they knew themselves, perhaps better.
Finland arched, tilting his head back, baring his throat to the onslaught of his friend’s lips and tongue, a soft appreciative gasp escaping him. His eyes drifted to the bedside where his lover sat, the light glinting on the lenses of his glasses, his head resting against one large, elegant hand. In the dim light Finland could see the red shade on his cheeks, and it was clear by the way he sat while watching that he was aroused – but he would not ease himself, not yet. No, he knew that when Finland and Estonia had satisfied each other, they would descend upon him with caressing hands and warm bodies, eager to take him into their bruised, tender mouths.
Until then, it seemed he was content to watch. For a moment their gazes met and held fast. In his sex-dazed state Finland found himself breathless. He was watching. Sweden was watching.
With a groan he moved and gripped Estonia by the hair to bring his head up for a kiss, deep and hot and good. The startled sound his friend made was silenced almost instantly by Finland’s invading tongue. Soon after it was broken, leaving their lips slick and damp. Finland glanced to the side, caught his lover’s eye again. He smirked, then murmured against Estonia’s mouth, the trilling words of the language pressing and playing over lips that he knew all too well were so, so sensitive. More, yes, faster, please - and his friend so willingly obeyed, eager to please as always, driving deep into him with a groan, moving in time to Finland’s entreaties.
They whispered breathless words as they moved; commands, names, cries to the gods. In time they were wordless, kissing each other as they shifted, swallowing each other’s gasping until they lost themselves, trembling as they brought each other over.
All the while they were watched by appreciative, patient eyes. When they were finished, and after they had lingered, kissing, catching their breath, the two of them whispered to each other, plotting. Soon that patience would be rewarded.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: ~400
Summary: Estonia and Finland enjoy one another's "company" while Sweden watches.
Other: Response to a ficlet request thread at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Appreciation
In the dim light they moved together. The candles caught their hair, their skin, flickering, leaving much in shadow. They moved as one person, each gesture matched, each advance bent to in turn. Every inch was familiar, as they knew each other as well as they knew themselves, perhaps better.
Finland arched, tilting his head back, baring his throat to the onslaught of his friend’s lips and tongue, a soft appreciative gasp escaping him. His eyes drifted to the bedside where his lover sat, the light glinting on the lenses of his glasses, his head resting against one large, elegant hand. In the dim light Finland could see the red shade on his cheeks, and it was clear by the way he sat while watching that he was aroused – but he would not ease himself, not yet. No, he knew that when Finland and Estonia had satisfied each other, they would descend upon him with caressing hands and warm bodies, eager to take him into their bruised, tender mouths.
Until then, it seemed he was content to watch. For a moment their gazes met and held fast. In his sex-dazed state Finland found himself breathless. He was watching. Sweden was watching.
With a groan he moved and gripped Estonia by the hair to bring his head up for a kiss, deep and hot and good. The startled sound his friend made was silenced almost instantly by Finland’s invading tongue. Soon after it was broken, leaving their lips slick and damp. Finland glanced to the side, caught his lover’s eye again. He smirked, then murmured against Estonia’s mouth, the trilling words of the language pressing and playing over lips that he knew all too well were so, so sensitive. More, yes, faster, please - and his friend so willingly obeyed, eager to please as always, driving deep into him with a groan, moving in time to Finland’s entreaties.
They whispered breathless words as they moved; commands, names, cries to the gods. In time they were wordless, kissing each other as they shifted, swallowing each other’s gasping until they lost themselves, trembling as they brought each other over.
All the while they were watched by appreciative, patient eyes. When they were finished, and after they had lingered, kissing, catching their breath, the two of them whispered to each other, plotting. Soon that patience would be rewarded.
