His skin burned where it had been kissed. The thrusts came harder and rougher into him, as those lips traced now along the curve of his shoulder to latch to the nape of his neck.
Even with his legs splayed and his knees dug deep into the mattress, Finland thought he couldn't be more comfortable. He bucked, gasping, as pleasure trilled up his spine. He could feel Russia's hand snaking around to cradle his throat, and his Adam's apple bobbed along his warm, work-calloused fingers as he swallowed.
But Russia was getting rough, and the low-pleasure burn was beginning to scorch.
"S-slow down!" he rasped, dry-mouthed. His only answer was a noncommittal hum that thrummed against his skin.
The pace did slow for him. But to his dismay, the long and deliberate drags of Russia's cock served only to stoke at the engulfing heat. His breath hitched, and each intake of breath felt like fire searing down his throat. He had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from mewling.
"You needn't be so brave," Russia teased. His breath puffed into Finland's ear, and Finland shuddered to feel it. "Come, let me hear your voice," he whispered.
Russia's fingers crawled up to Finland's lips, sliding in to pry them apart. Finland could not help from crying then as Russia chose that very moment to press in deep.
"Hmm, yes, love your voice!"
Blinking away the spots that had burst and dotted his vision, Finland realised with numbed horror that he had peaked. Red flushed across the surface of his skin as he trembled in mortified silence; he could hardly believe himself.
His falling quiet did not go unnoticed.
"You've gone still. Have you come?" Russia giggled.
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out and twisted Finland around, flipping him onto his back. There was no escaping then. Finland could only cringe as Russia swiped his fingers across his belly, which came away wet and sticky with his ejaculation.
"S-sorry!" Finland whispered.
Russia's eyes gleamed and fell half-lidded. Don't be, they seemed to say.
His fingers found their way to Finland's lips again, and Finland was tasting himself. As he lapped and suckled obligingly at the probing digits, Russia thrust suddenly into him, causing him to let out a muffled, pleasured sob.
"I do so love your voice," Russia sighed dreamily, setting a slow, rocking pace that had the mattress springs squeaking beneath their weight.
Finland thought he could not be any more comfortable.
Please give me some feedback, I thought it would be nice to take the traditional countryball characters and make them a little more gritty and mature. Sort of a reboot. I just wrote it because I can't draw in a gritty style. Anyway hope you enjoyed! Feel free to post other favorite comics!
Good, but inaccurate, because Russia would be the one lowering pidor Finland lower than the floor and shoving planks up his ass. That sort of erotica, not your sort.
Fucking hell, i drew that picture YEARS ago
No offense, but I think your characterization of Russia is way off. He has to maintain a careful balance between his hard, tough exterior and the tenderness inside his heart. Either interpretation could be valid.
BUMP, this is the thread of the year so read it. entirely new countryball format, virgin territory for our favorite countryball antics.....fucking groundbreaking gents, IF we do it right
If nobody respond to me after this bump im going to kill myself. I am going to get the sharpest knife in the house and slice it across my inner thigh, severing my femoral artery and almost guaranteeing rapid death. All I wanted was a thread where people just FUCKING RESPONDED and instead I get some dumbshit board where everybody would rather have catfights about whether theres cross-contamination between dutch and belgian cheeses, and if so which of the two is most white. I already know nobody will respond so I guess this is my suicide note. You are all responsible for this. Each and every single one of you, because any one of you could have stopped this simply by posting in my countryballs thread. But instead it's come to this. I won't even give you guys the satisfaction of livestreaming it, so there will still be some doubt - you'll always wonder if you really did kill me, or whether I chickened out. Well, I tell you this right now - I'm fed up, I'm not scared, and I have the knife in hand. It's about to happen, so stand back and bask in my glory kc, as I ascend and you all fall further than down can go. Fuck you all. btw jews did 9/11, now those are some good last words
Don't do it Bernd. It will make me sad if you do.
m8 thats so many words and i'm so fucking tired.
Tell ya what, i'll watch a few episodes of Oz, Beecher going mental and that wheelchair guy waxing lyrical then i'll feel rejuvenated and come back.
Wow, ok, not sure how to make of this.
Much like the story of sodom and gomorrah, I have sought a good man all throughout kc and have turned up mere scraps of dignity in this festering cesspool. But have I the capability of forging and destroying cities? I am God only on my own body and soul, and it is on those which I will rain cleansing fire. This is a blessing, not a tragedy. This is the only sane reaction to using kc in any capacity. This will be my last message alive, I have the knife pressed to my thigh right now. It's already bleeding just a little bit so a clean slice should be a OHKO. See you in hell.
bumpan for some H O T HOT content, ladies, this 1s for you
I think I didnt cut deep enough and I got scared, now my leg is bleeding a lot but I dont think enough to kill me, what the fuck should I do kc? You are responsible for this, tell me how to fix it. it hurts a lot and i just feel like runing as fast as i can down the street until i can jump in front of a car, but I guess i cant do that now that my leg is injurid. Please give me some fucking advice FUCK
I am desperate. I need SOMEBODYs help. Please just take the time to help me. This could be the diference between life and death. I'm not a doctor but I'm really scared I paralyzed my leg or something. God fucking damn it help me you history nerds, I want to die but not like this, not bleeding out on the floor - a death that reflects perfectly a pathetic failure of a life. Please give me ANY HELP YOU CAN!! Oh my God. oh my God
im sorry if i have been mean or offende dyou i dont cae about that shit any more im just scared and in a lot of pain and theres a lot of blood on my hands and soaked through my pants leg and im completel y overhwelmed
is this howeim goiong to die.i fuked up killing myself over a nazi forum that talks about white ppl alsl day, my last wordsfgonna be anime picture it seems ha jha
i caled 921 nut i dont..as tt imn passing ountijh im afraid
tthis took a long ttime to wrtie
9/10 would read again.
enjoy this jpg, kc
its' on the hous :+)