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Dream [Estonia/Finland]
Title: Dream
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 18+
Length: 200
Summary: Estonia can't have what he wants.
Other: Originally posted in my sketch journal. (Original post)
Dream
Finland. Down on his knees. Estonia watched him, watched the way the pale flickering light from the muted television played on his face in the room’s dark. Watched his friend as he set to, eyes half-lidded, relaxed, all slow-moving familiar hands and smiling mouth. Watched as Finland stroked him with those hands, as he ducked his head to caress his cock with that mouth, lips brushing, tongue sliding, sweeping. Through nearly-closed eyes Estonia watched, flustered, as Finland took him in. Hot, damp, slick. Sucked him off, taking in more, bobbing his head, Estonia’s fingers tangled in his hair. Slow, more, close, closer, yes.
Closer.
Estonia woke up.
He stared at the ceiling and assessed the situation.
His head felt as if it was caught in a vice from all that drinking he had done last night, he was hard as a rock, and Finland could be heard snoring on the living room couch where he had passed out.
The main point his muddled mind gathered about the current state of affairs was that Finland was not blowing him.
Life as usual, then.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 18+
Length: 200
Summary: Estonia can't have what he wants.
Other: Originally posted in my sketch journal. (Original post)
Dream
Finland. Down on his knees. Estonia watched him, watched the way the pale flickering light from the muted television played on his face in the room’s dark. Watched his friend as he set to, eyes half-lidded, relaxed, all slow-moving familiar hands and smiling mouth. Watched as Finland stroked him with those hands, as he ducked his head to caress his cock with that mouth, lips brushing, tongue sliding, sweeping. Through nearly-closed eyes Estonia watched, flustered, as Finland took him in. Hot, damp, slick. Sucked him off, taking in more, bobbing his head, Estonia’s fingers tangled in his hair. Slow, more, close, closer, yes.
Closer.
Estonia woke up.
He stared at the ceiling and assessed the situation.
His head felt as if it was caught in a vice from all that drinking he had done last night, he was hard as a rock, and Finland could be heard snoring on the living room couch where he had passed out.
The main point his muddled mind gathered about the current state of affairs was that Finland was not blowing him.
Life as usual, then.