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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 6, 2012 22:49:16 GMT -5
Feeling their bodies entwine more and hearing Tino respond to their contact gave Berwald a smug sense of satisfaction; he had always loved hearing the little noises of pleasure he could elicit from the smaller man. His swept over Tino's face, following the lines of his features and memorizing the feel. Fingertips swept over the plane of his cheek, up the bridge of his nose, along his eyebrows.
"M'ssed you," he mumbled between kisses, hand trailing back to sweep through Tino's wonderfully soft hair, drawing back only slightly so he could kiss his face along the same path his hand had just traveled. He hadn't been able to do this - to touch him, hold him, kiss him - for so long that this contact felt absolutely heavenly. He wished they could be together like this for hours, so he could kiss and caress every inch of Tino's lovely body. He kissed at the corner of Tino's mouth teasingly, his lips barely brushing the skin, wanting to see how he would react to the sudden loss of sensation.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 6, 2012 23:07:53 GMT -5
His head felt light as Berwald traced his features, and he continued to sigh and moan softly as the touches continued. Vaguely, he registered that the other man had spoken, and between kisses he managed to reply.
"I missed you too." He breathed, before being taken into yet another kiss.
That time when they broke for air the Swede's mouth went to the corner of his lips, not quite touching his skin and just short of a kiss. Deprived of the contact he whined in frustration, turning his head and trying to pull them back together to get more of the soft warmth. Berwald was trying to tease him he was sure, but Tino was determined to get what he wanted. And right now, he wanted them to be connected. He tightened his grip on his lover, willing him to comply with a soft whine.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 7, 2012 0:23:08 GMT -5
Ah, his wife was so adorable when frustrated... Hearing him make those wonderful noises, Berwald couldn't help but give him what he wanted... Well, sort of. He ran his fingertips over Tino's soft lips, tracing the outline of his mouth, and buried his face in the crook of Tino's neck, nuzzling at the smooth skin there and inhaling his lover's scent. That was another thing he'd missed - they were so close, it was intoxicating.
He made a soft hum of satisfaction and pressed a few wet kisses to Tino's throat, working his way up to the spot just below his ear. He paused there for a moment, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. With the arm still wrapped around his waist, he gave a quick squeeze, pressing their bodies together closely, a brief groan escaping his own throat at the contact.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 7, 2012 8:10:08 GMT -5
When he felt the digits brush against his lips he instinctively opened his mouth as he would for a kiss and slid his tongue out, tracing it over the length of the fingers. He hummed slightly as he did, tilting his head back to allow the other man better access to his neck. Berwald always seemed to just know exactly what felt good to him, and he was so grateful for it.
When he felt a trail of wet kisses moving up his throat he let out a soft cry, blushing and panting as he did. He moaned when he felt Berwald nip at the sensitive skin, and he squeezed his legs even more tightly around the man's waist.
"Hn-ah... Berwald..." He babbled, mindlessly, in some sort of half praising half pleading tone.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 7, 2012 16:09:32 GMT -5
Berwald felt his body heating up as Tino licked his fingers and responded to his kisses and touch. He loved it when Tino was vocal about his pleasure, particularly when the other man said his name... Holding back a groan of appreciation so that he could concentrate more on filling his senses with nothing but Tino, Berwald arched himself into Tino's tight, tense body, fingers at his waist scrabbling about for more contact. He slipped a hand under the hem of his lover's shirt hesitantly - it had been a while since they had done anything like this together, and Berwald found himself feeling a little nervous and wary of being rebuffed (they were still in a readily public area, after all). But Tino's tone, the way he reacted to the touches and the pressure gave him the boldness to run his hand along the newly exposed skin of his lower back. His breathing becoming ragged, he pressed a firm kiss to the side of Tino's face, his locking his smoldering gaze on Tino's eyes. He loved this man.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 7, 2012 16:32:17 GMT -5
A shiver ran through his body when the other uncovered the skin, caressing it, and he leaned against the Swedish man's lips when they pressed to the side of his face. Through half lidded eyes it eventually occurred to him that Berwald was looking at him, and in response he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against his lover's. The kiss was hot and wet, and he took his time before finally pulling back to breathe a moment.
The door was still open. Knowing he should close it but not eager to speak and ruin the moment- he didn't want to discourage Berwald from continuing further- he unhooked a leg from the man's waist and swung it hard at the door. He probably bruised his foot when it made contact with the weight, but he managed to hit just hard enough to jiggle it so that it fell back into the doorframe.
Nice, he mentally praised himself, before turning his full attention back to the other and pulling him into another heated kiss.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 7, 2012 22:55:29 GMT -5
Berwald let his eyes close again as he leaned into the kiss, loving the intensity. He was sure his face was flushed when Tino pulled away. A pause so they could both catch their breath - damn, it was excellent being back together again - and then Tino kicked the door shut. That was unexpected, but pretty cool, and Berwald was still staring dumbly, his mental process lagging slightly, and then Tino was kissing him again.
That, he could deal with. He kissed back, tilting Tino's face to a better angle with one hand, and tugging his shirt up with the other. They had at least a little bit of privacy now, and he wanted that shirt off, wanted to see Tino, wanted to touch him all over, wanted to feel their bare skin pressed together again. The shirt was pulled up enough to expose Tino's lower torso now, and Berwald paused momentarily, unwilling to break the kiss just yet to pull the shirt off.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 7, 2012 23:18:25 GMT -5
((Warning: Hey guys, this is probably getting into some very delicious and sexy mature content. Just be warned~))
When Berwald took Tino's face in his hand the Finn willingly let himself be guided, closing his eyes and letting himself drink in the sensation. Through his pleasured haze he registered that the Swedish man was pulling up his shirt, and he tried to arch into the movement to help him. He broke the kiss a moment later, panting heavily and opening his eyes to look at the other man.
"Touch me, Berwald." He whispered heavily, almost breathless. "Please- I need you."
And it was true. At this point he was aching, aching for his lover's touch, because he had went so long without it. Though maybe he managed to hold himself together before, there was no way that he could ever do it again. Not without him.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 8, 2012 0:58:30 GMT -5
There was no way Berwald couldn't comply with his lover's request, particularly when he was looking so pretty - disheveled and breathless and arching into him. He gave a sharp nod, then tugged the shirt off over Tino's head, mussing his hair more in the process, and cast it aside, freeing up his hands to do as Tino wished. One arm wrapped back around Tino for stability and to keep him close, and Berwald pressed another hot kiss to his lips, letting his free hand wander along Tino's body. He traced the line of his collarbone, drifted down along his chest, and came to rest his hands on Tino's hips. Gripping the other man tightly, he ground their bodies together, letting out a groan of pleasure against Tino's mouth.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 8, 2012 13:50:59 GMT -5
Quickly he wiggled out of the shirt, allowing it to be discarded before the other wrapped a strong arm back around him. At that point he relaxed a little, accepting another kiss, and he hummed into it as the other man started to trace his skin. Once the other started pressing against him he couldn't surpress the sharp moan that came from his throat. He bucked against him needily, trying to get more of the contact. He shifted slightly, moving his legs so that he grinded against his lover, and cried out a little from the friction that he had created. He tried to make words, tried to tell the other that oh god it was so good but all that came out was a string of shrill breaths and pants.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 8, 2012 18:16:33 GMT -5
The friction, the closeness, the heat... The little incoherent noises Tino was making... Berwald was caught up in the sheer pleasure of the sensations himself, but he still felt a satisfied little part of his ego brightening at the knowledge that he was the one eliciting these reactions - Berwald was responsible for the moaning, the panting, the impassioned movements.
As he kissed Tino one more time, forceful passion behind his lips, he started trying to disentangle Tino's legs from around his waist so that he could set him back on his feet. He didn't want to put that space between them, but it was a necessary evil; Berwald wanted to get a little space to properly admire his wife's body, plus there was still more clothing to remove.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 8, 2012 18:31:12 GMT -5
The next kiss was rough, and as he kissed back with the best that he could offer he felt the other man's hands on his legs. Once he realized that Berwald was trying to unloop them from his waist, Tino (almost reluctantly) loosened them and carefully tried to guide his feet to the floor. As simple as the task sounded, it was far harder in the middle of a very heated kiss.
Eventually, though, he did manage to find the ground and he steadied himself against it, arms still tightly wrapped around his lover's shoulders. He shivered a little when the air hit his body, seeing as it was no longer pressed up against Berwald's warmth. He broke for air and looked into the other's eyes, unable to speak quite yet as he caught his breath.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 10, 2012 20:26:02 GMT -5
Something about meeting eyes with Tino made Berwald feel uncomfortably like a blushing adolescent; he did his best to ignore his pounding heart and the fluttering anxiousness in his stomach. He held the gaze for a moment, trying to subtly catch glimpses of the loveliness that was Tino out of the corners of his eyes. His hands went to Tino's chest, rubbing over the warm, smooth skin to soothe away the slight shiver he had noticed when they parted.
Folding his tall frame over enough to be somewhat level with the other man, Berwald pressed his mouth to the base of his throat, kissing his way down Tino's chest. His hands came to rest at Tino's waist, gripping him tightly and a bit possessively. He loved this man - he hoped that Tino knew that.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 10, 2012 21:05:02 GMT -5
Tino was sensitive, and Berwald knew it; he always knew exactly which places to touch to make him weak in the knees. He could feel the other traveling over his skin with kisses, and he allowed his head to roll back a little as he gave into the sensations. When the Swede squeezed his waist he couldn't help but smile ever-so-slightly, finding it sweet.
"You know I'm yours?" He murmured, softly. Years of being in a country that begged him for independence made him shy to say it too loud, but his love for Berwald always gave him just enough courage to say it anyway, no matter how hushed, just so the taller man knew. He had never stopped loving him, not even for a moment.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 12, 2012 17:54:02 GMT -5
The words were almost too quiet, but Berwald still heard them. He immediately felt a little silly for the nervousness he had felt moments before - he knew this, of course; they had been together for years, and Tino could technically have left him whenever he wanted, yet they were still together. He shouldn't have to hear the words to feel reassured, not now that they were reunited and Tino had that little hint of a smile on his face.
With a curt nod, he mumbled, "Nice t'hear it," into Tino's chest, pulling him closer.
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