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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 12, 2012 19:51:13 GMT -5
Allowing himself to be pulled Tino smiled down at the other adoringly. He was really quite sweet, cute even, though he was sure no one else could understand what he saw. That was okay though- Berwald was exclusively his lover. He needed no one else's approval or agreement.
For once he was the one to lean his head down, burying his face in the other man's short but soft hair and breathing in his scent. He had missed it, and the realization made him tighten his grip just a moment to hold the Swede there before he continued to move down his chest. Gently he pressed a kiss against his hair, closing his eyes slightly as he did.
"I'm glad." He almost whispered back.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 15, 2012 21:37:32 GMT -5
Berwald let his eyes close, enjoying the feeling of Tino touching his hair. He turned his head so he could see Tino's face as he spoke quietly - he was glad.
Hearing that made Berwald feel a little lurch of happiness in his chest. He was still looking up at Tino; he felt like he should say something back, something that would express the extent of his feelings, but words just weren't stringing themselves together in his head. Not that Berwald had ever been the talkative sort, but a contented, happy haze had filled his mind and he decided it was best to keep his mouth shut, lest something completely incomprehensible come out.
Tino had become pretty good at reading between the lines and figuring out what the (probably awkward) silences and half-mumbled words and impassive looks meant, but he wasn't a mind-reader, Berwald had to remind himself. He sat back heavily on the ground, pulling Tino into his lap along with him, holding him close and pressing gentle kisses to his forehead. He was amazed that Tino had taken the time to figure him out and understand him better than anyone else ever had, and he was ever grateful that the adorable, sweet, understanding Finn had come into his life.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 16, 2012 21:38:52 GMT -5
The sudden change in positions made Tino wrap his arms back around Berwald's shoulders and lean into the kisses, sighing contentedly.
"Hn... Ber..." He breathed, allowing himself to relax into the man's hold even further. For just a moment he allowed himself to remain limp like that, continue to just passively feel the lovely sensations, before he decided that he wanted to feel Berwald, too. It wasn't fair that he was the only one showing skin.
He gave a tug on the collar of the Swedish man's coat, whining slightly as he did. It was going to be hard to pull the garmet off without the man's help. He had always been just a bit clumsy, and he was absolutely sure that this would prove to be a tricky task as always. Still though, he would let nothing stand between himself and Berwald. He needed to feel him, be close to him. He needed to hang on and not ever let go again.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 18, 2012 21:46:30 GMT -5
The man in his arms really was the most adorably attractive thing Berwald could imagine - the expression in his eyes softened a touch as he heard the noises Tino was making - the bits of his name, the gentle whining. His Tino was so sweet when he got like this.
He acquiesced to the tugs at his coat, reluctantly putting enough space between the two of them so that he could shrug the garment off and start undoing the buttons of the shirt he was wearing underneath. His fingers were fumbling trying to unfasten the buttons; this would probably work better if he slowed down a bit, but damn it, he wanted to - needed to - feel his body pressed against Tino's again. He frowned and glared at his shirt. Stupid buttons. Stupid buttons keeping them apart. He forced himself to slow down in undoing the buttons, shifting back closer to Tino so he could lightly brush his fingers over his chest as he worked.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 19, 2012 16:32:14 GMT -5
Though Tino did not like the space that was between them, no matter how little, a grin graced his face when the other silently agreed to his request and began to remove his shirt and coat as well. He couldn't help a small giggle at his lover's eager fumbling, and when the other began to brush against his own chest as he worked the laughter cut short into a soft, breathy 'oh'.
"Let me help you with that, baby." He said, voice light. He moved his smaller hands to the button that Berwald was currently struggling with and managed to undo it, giving a small triumphant noise once he had succeeded. It would go faster with the two of them, surely.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 24, 2012 11:46:20 GMT -5
The help with the buttons was appreciated, though a the smallest bit embarrassing - Sweden could dress and undress himself, damn it, well, normally he could, but this was different and he was filled up with a happy kind of anxiousness and anticipation that was apparently making him into a bit of a bumbling idiot - but there was really nothing wrong with getting the shirt off sooner, he supposed. He let Tino take care of the buttons from the top down while he switched to working on the bottom ones, and together they made short work of getting his shirt undone.
Next step was to actually get the shirt off, which was not done with the slightest bit of grace. His large hands got caught up momentarily in the sleeves before he wrestled the damn thing off, glad to be rid of it. He pulled Tino close to his chest, loving the feeling of having his lover's body pressed up against his bare skin.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 24, 2012 12:39:07 GMT -5
It was impossible for Tino to stifle his smile at his lover's scrambling to get his shirt off. Seeing the urgency in his actions was a privilage that he had been awarded as his lover, and it was something that he held dear. The man knew how to make him feel important.
Once the shirt had been rid of Tino was pulled against his lover's chest and he gave a happy little sigh. He was quick to loop his arms around the other, fingers resting on his shoulder blades, and burying his face in the crook between Berwald's neck and shoulder. Oh. This was the quintessence of intimacy, the way his senses flooded with the other's scent, touch- he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the man's skin, allowing himself to taste as well.
I love you, he thought, though it only came out as a soft hum against the other's skin. Ah, well. Close enough for the moment, he'd be sure to tell him once his mouth was freed up. But for the moment he wasn't quite finished yet. Slowly he moved across his shoulder, kisses leaving a wet trail across his lover's flesh.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 26, 2012 11:27:56 GMT -5
This was perfection - holding Tino, their bodies pressed together, the smooth skin beneath his hands. They were so wrapped up in each other, so close. A small part of Berwald's mind took a moment to marvel over the fact that Tino, beautiful Tino, wanted him.
That little thought short-circuited when Tino pressed a wet kiss to his skin, and Berwald groaned lowly in response. He arched into that point of contact, his hands gripping the Finn's hips firmly, holding their bodies together. Tino continued kissing at his shoulder, each touch a burning, tingling touch of pure, concentrated bliss. A hand went up to the back of Tino's head, twining into his hair,and Berwald laid a clumsy kiss on the top of his head.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 26, 2012 18:43:12 GMT -5
One hand firmly held his hips and another twisted into his hair, and Tino hummed happily and pressed more kisses against his skin. He wiggled against the hand on his hip, teasing Berwald and daring him to come and take him, to go further and satisfy the both of them.
Not stopping his swaying into his lover's hand, he gave a soft moan of appreciation when he felt the other kiss his head and leaned in slightly, still not quite stopping his trail of kisses quite yet. Oh- he loved the Swedish man so. There was something about him that always kept him loving, clinging, needing- it kept him Berwald's.
It made him want to show the other how much he loved him all over again.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 27, 2012 16:54:03 GMT -5
The other man's body was moving, Tino was wiggling and squirming against him, and it was starting to drive Berwald mad. He had to be doing this on purpose, Berwald mused as he groaned again, letting his head fall back. He let his eyes open slightly so that he could look down at his beautiful wife, wishing he could see more than the top of Tino's head - a kiss sending a fresh wave of tingling pleasure throughout Berwald's body caused that thought to blip out of existence as well, his eyes sliding shut again.
The hand resting on Tino's hip began to rub small circles into his smooth skin, gently slipping under the waistband of his pants. "Tease," he murmured into Tino's ear, shifting to bring their bodies back together.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 28, 2012 12:04:41 GMT -5
Upon feeling Berwald's hand slide under the waistband, Tino let out a sharp moan. Tease, the man whispered, and the Finn laughed and moved his mouth off of his lover's skin to reply. He was pulled closer again in the process.
"I know," He murmured back, "I like making you want me."
He leaned up and kissed the Swede's jaw now, sliding his tongue over the angular, handsome contour of his lover's face in the process as he grinded his hips against the hand. This time he gave an intentional moan as he did, trying to tempt Berwald into touching where he really ached for it.
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Post by [x] Sweden on Apr 29, 2012 16:28:27 GMT -5
Tino was pressing up against him more, grinding against his hand, moaning for him. I like making you want me, he had said... Well, fuck. It was certainly working.
"Doin' a good j'b," he answered, breathless, straining to grind his hips firmly against his lover's.
The touch of Tino's hot tongue running along his jaw made Berwald feel a bit light-headed, and the moans he was letting out only made Berwald want to touch him more, to feel his lover moving beneath him, to elicit more of those beautiful noises. He moved his hands around to the front of Tino's pants to undo the button there - this went easier than the shirt he had struggled to remove earlier. As he started to slip the garment off of Tino's hips, he turned his head just slightly enough to nuzzle their faces together, pressing soft kisses into Tino's cheek.
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Post by [x] Finland on Apr 30, 2012 20:33:39 GMT -5
He bit back a cry when the other ground their hips together, and smiled a lusty smile when the other praised him. He was doing a good job. Good. That was always his goal.
"Glad that I am." He managed between breaths, but was quickly interrupted again by more important matters.
A breathy moan escaped the Finn's lips as the other undid the button to his pants, and he could feel himself trembling in anticipation. He let his head lean into Berwald's kisses, letting out more soft sighs and gasps as he was kissed and felt the pants sliding off of his hips. He wriggled out of them, and in the process he placed his hands on Berwald's crotch, gently palming at him through the fabric.
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Post by [x] Sweden on May 12, 2012 3:31:36 GMT -5
The noises Tino was making - those beautiful little gasps and moans - were making Berwald melt on the inside, making him want to elicit more of the same. He let out groans of his own as Tino touched him, his mind becoming clouded with arousal and the desire to see, feel, sense nothing but Tino. Letting his fingertips trace little circles on the inside of Tino's thighs, Berwald pressed their mouths together again, conflicted feelings building up inside him. He was loving the thrills of sensations that his lover's touch was sending through his body, but at the same time wanted to be the one doing the touching, wanted to draw forth more sweet noises from Tino's throat and watch the expressions of pleasure flicker across his beautiful face.
A strangled moan left his lips at the thought, and Berwald pulled away from the kiss, slightly self-conscious of the noise he had made. Tentatively, he slipped his hand up from Tino's thigh and squeezed his length. Still feeling a vaguely bashful, he pressed a tender kiss to the corner of the other's mouth - Tino had always been the only one who could make him feel this strange combination of simultaneous embarrassment and calm, arousal and peace.
((I am so, so sorry this took forever. I am such a fail husband. <3))
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Post by [x] Finland on May 13, 2012 16:25:20 GMT -5
Tino smiled when he managed to make his lover moan, still gently rubbing him through his pants, until he was abruptly interrupted by a touch to his own aching arousal. He could feel the other's lips at the corner of his mouth and he fell against him, moaning and trembling at the touch.
"Berwald oh fuck yes-" He cried out softly, trying to keep his composure and failing miserably.
He was a shaky, needy mess; his eyes were barely staying open for more than a second at a time. It was overwhelmingly wonderful to be touched by the Swedish man again, he had forgotten how much he adored it. He grinded against his lover's hand, wanting more. It was so good- Berwald was always so, so good to him in every way.
((It's okay, it's great to see this going again. You're a wonderful hubby <3))
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