Friday, August 3, 2012

A Hong Kong Lemon -- Express Me


Character: Hong Kong

Fandom: Hetalia

OC: Chang'n Mu, Represents Beijing, nickname: Bei Bei, Mu

Inspiration: That one scene from the Titanic…I think you know which one I mean~


"Are you finished yet?" there was an annoyed huff as Chang'n Mu wiggled around on the couch, feeling numb from laying still.  She was also slightly uncomfortable to begin with, seeing as she wasn't exactly wearing much.  That is, she wasn't wearing anything at all.  There was only a small blanket that covered her nudity.

Not many things made Beijing uncomfortable.  She was very confident in her image -- especially her physical one -- and only sometimes felt awkward when it came to such matters.  But in the presence of Hong Kong, there really wasn't any time to feel discomfort because she was the most relaxed around him.

The stoic nation didn't say anything, preferring to use his silence as an answer as he moved his pencil across the pad of paper situated in his lap.  His eyes intensely took her in, now focused on her bare shoulders that were provocatively flashing at him.  He shaded in the area of her collar bones and then moved to give more attention to her hair, which cascaded over the pillow in a rather rebellious manner. 

Beijing didn't exactly know why she'd asked Hong Kong to draw her in such a precarious position, but she knew it had something to do with her infatuation of the man.  Though she managed to hid it most of the time, Beijing couldn't possibly deny her own attraction for him.  She supposed that this situation was the result of said attraction, and the desire to see how he would react to it.

But there was nothing out of the ordinary in his expression.  Sure, his eyes were strangely intense, but that could only mean that he was in his drawing zone.  He was sitting there as calmly as ever, face absent of a blush or anything that even hinted at discomposure.

Perhaps this stoicism was the reason that prompted Chang'n Mu to bother modeling in the sheet in the first place.  She felt the strange, almost alluring desire to see Hong Kong defenseless, without the strength of his stone demeanor.  She wanted to break him, and then carefully reconstruct him after she had seen everything he was.  It was a sick, blatant wish that she knew Hong Kong knew, but she didn't care and his knowledge of it wouldn't stop her.

She shifted a little, feeling the sheet dropping slightly to reveal cleavage.  She watched his eyes catch sight of it and wondered what he was thinking.  He studied her silently, drawing pencil hovering just above the paper, before flicking the pencil aside, grapping an eraser, and no doubt adding the newly revealed flesh to the already provocative image. 

She smirked up at him, "You know, I was thinking…perhaps we could do a series.  I know all kinds of positions~" 

Whatever expression she was hoping for, Hong Kong merely glanced at her and wondered, "Is that so?"  He returned to his picture not a moment later, seemingly unconcerned with her obviously flirtatious comment.

But she didn't take his lack of interest to heart.  "Mmhmmm.  In fact, I bet I'd surprise you."  She threw him a smirk and shifted again, out of discomfort and also the desire to lose the sheet.  Maybe then Hong Kong would actually do something instead of stare at her blankly. 

"Don't move around so much," he told her, though he most likely knew why she was doing it.  He leaned back in his chair and looked at the picture, then looking back up at her.  His eyes curved over her, gliding past her smooth skin, over the sheet, and to where her legs were propped up on the arm rest of the couch.  She liked when he looked at her like that.  It made her feel alive and excited, even if his thoughts were completely hidden away from her.

His staring went on for longer than usual, and Chang'n Mu raised a brow at him.  She slowly sat up, holding the sheet against her chest and feeling suddenly nervous about it all.  But she needn't be, and she already knew that, so she stood up and began walking over to where he sat. 

He must have been finished, otherwise he would have told her to lay back down.  Still, he remained oddly stiff as she walked over to him, and he clutched at the sketchbook as it lay flat in his lap.  It was only when she'd reached him and was staring wide-eyed at the scandalous picture of herself that she realized what exactly was going on.

She wasn't wearing a sheet in the picture he'd drawn.  In fact, she wasn't wearing anything at all.  Beijing gaped at it in surprise, marveling at how he had pretty much get everything right, even though she'd never -- consciously -- let him see her naked before.

And that was when she noticed how taut his body really was, and why he was holding the sketchbook against his lower half.  A trill of excitement plowed through her and she giggled lightly, slowly easing the drawing from his fingers and studying the bulge of his pants. 

"I can't believe you," she murmured to him, slowly leaning over him to hover close to his mouth.  This was her chance, and she wouldn't let it go to waste.  Hong Kong, for once, was looking slightly unsure of himself as she gently placed a kiss on his mouth.  He sat very still, tilting his chin upward to accept her affection, eyes wide open and locked to hers.

Here she was, thinking Hong Kong to be utterly devoid of the basic human emotions.  She felt only slightly shamed of her previous thoughts on the matter, because she always knew he had feelings.  Just that he didn’t often show them or even understand them himself.

Her hands slid over the cool material of his duangua [1] and she marveled at the way he shivered at the simple touch.  Another light kiss was pressed to his mouth.  He remained seemingly calm in his chair as he watched her hover over him.

"Yes…I think a sequel is in order," she mumbled against his lips, which were currently unresponsive.  But the fact didn't hinder her whatsoever, because she didn't need proof of his attraction any more when it was already pressed against her.

Her hands slowly slid down his arms and wrapped around his wrists, tugging gently until he was forced to stand up.  When she stepped up against him, Hong Kong still didn't move, so she took matters into her own hands with a sigh and a roll of her eyes.

"Honestly…" she murmured, but couldn't deny the excited flourish in her body as she felt his erection.  There was definitely something off about him.  Not that she was surprised at this or anything since he was so turned on.  But the flicker in his normally stoic eyes, and the almost invisible blush on his face gave way to his nervousness.  Chang'n Mu knew him too well to overlook what was obvious to her.

She leaned up onto her toes and caught his hair with her fingers, tunneling through it as she pressed more soft kisses to his mouth.  He finally, finally accepted them and moved his lips against hers hesitantly, but with more force as he gained courage.

Beijing smiled into his kiss and ran her hands back down his body, appreciating the way the silky fabric contorted to his chest.  She pushed herself further against him and her fingers followed the trail of his sash.  He always tied it in the back, and so as they kissed she worked it away.  His robe was quick to follow, landing in a puddle on the floor as Beijing skillfully unraveled the fabric. 

There was something exotic about him now -- something she had never noticed before.  Sure, she'd never seen him without his traditional shirt, but Chang'n Mu hadn't expected the sight of his bared chest would effect her quite so much.  She vaguely wondered how she would react to the rest of him, and smirked.  Hong Kong narrowed his eyes slightly at the devious curve of her mouth, but said nothing because, at that moment, the sheet that was wrapped haphazardly about Beijing's nude body fell to the floor.  The sinful sight he was met with made a delicious shiver to roll through him.

Her smirk heightened.  She'd never thought herself to be particularly courageous, but this instant made her rethink herself.  She tilted her head and gave him a look -- a sultry, possessive look that he didn't seem to know what to do with.  Not that she minded. 

But in the next moment, Hong Kong proved himself wrong as well.  His warm hands converged around her waist, tugging her close to him as he crashed his lips to hers.  She immediately melted against him and sighed, tilting her head back and allowing him to dominate the kiss.  She eased her leg up around his waist and shivered at the feel of his clothed erection against her core.

He shivered too, pulling away slightly to glance down at her.  Their position was one he had only dreamt about, but he'd never thought it would actually happen.  His eyes moved up to her face and he studied her, intense eyes catching hold of the lingering flush in her cheeks, the smoldering sight of her eyes, the careless way her parted, bruised lips hovered just before his.

He greedily caught her mouth again, hands dipping low to pull her hips firmly against his.  The reaction of her body was immediate -- a shivering ache, a breathy moan -- and Beijing closed her eyes as the fire within her scorched and seared and burnt.

Her fingers reached down to tumbled over his pants, tugging and pulling at the drawstring, fumbling and dragging them past his hips until they had joined the pile of cloth.  And then her hands danced over him, feeling the steely velvet of his erection, watching him bite his lip as she wrapped her fingers around it.  She pumped him in and out for a few seconds before pulling back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and slowly sinking to the floor.

The ache between her legs was stifling, and it was apparent that they wouldn’t make it to a bedroom.  They wouldn't even make it to the couch, which was mere yards away.  The floor would have to do, and the sheet would be their makeshift bed.

Her lips burnt a path down his neck, tongue flicking here and there as she climbed on top of him.  Hong Kong, who was flustered in a way she'd never seen before, could only shiver and watch as she kissed her way down to his awaiting manhood.

When she reached her destination, her tongue immediately went to work.  Her fingers padded over his hipbones, dipping over the light pattering of hair before grasping his base and pumping him.  Her tongue teased his tip, gently bringing him into her mouth.  All the while he watched, lidded eyes taking her in as his body went haywire.

She knew exactly when he was about to come.  It was obvious, really.  His breathing had picked up and his back was slightly arched, pushing his cock further into her mouth.  Chang'n Mu stopped before he could finish, watching him shudder and gasp with an amusement that bordered cruelty.  But it was a good cruelty, one that she knew he would appreciate before they were both done, and so she didn't feel too guilty as she eased her mouth away from him and crawled back up his body.

His hair was a mess.  His cheeks held traces of red, and were flushed.  His eyes were clouded.  He looked pretty…sexy.  Beijing smirked at the sight and he narrowed his eyes at her, looking slightly annoyed that she didn't let him come and aching much more as a result.

She pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth as an apology of sorts, but her eyes didn't show that she was sorry and Hong Kong doubted he himself cared anyway.  He eased himself up onto his shoulders and watched her curiously, waiting to see what she would do next.  But she merely giggled and leaned in, catching his mouth in a firm kiss. 

"Do you want me?" she whispered, fingers reaching down to touch him again.  He stared at her, but she could read him now like she never could before, and his normally aloof expression held blatant traces of desire, and everything that accompanied it.

But he didn't answer her, and so she took his silence as a yes.  She guided his member to her core, slowly bringing her hips down around it and taking him in.  Hong Kong watched her all the way.

"Mmm," her head fell back, breathless moans wavering through the air as she fully sheathed him within her.  For a moment, they remained perfectly still while Beijing got used to his size, and then…

Hong Kong grunted and his back met the floor, eyes locked with hers as she moved.  It felt so damn good that he could hardly breath, so different from what he'd imagined.  This was his first time, and he thought he'd be ready for it.  But it was unlike his sultry pictures, unlike the cold showers, unlike his dreams.  It was much, much, much better.

Her name was a breath on the wind, but she could still hear it and it felt good to hear him say it.  She leaned forward, pressing her chest to his and nuzzling his cheek with her nose.  His hands slid up to her hips, grasping them tightly as he met her thrusts halfway. 

It wasn't long before he was ready to come, and Chang'n Mu could tell.  She had never been able to read him very well before, but he was an open book now, unable to hid anything.  Her own pace increased as she hurried to catch up to him, feeling her own orgasm rush through her.

"Ho-ng K-Konggg!" she gasped, snapping her hips in an almost angry manner as she stared down at him.  Their eyes were locked, and neither felt that it was possible to look away or break the connection.  She held herself over him, arms on either side of his head as their breath mingled and their chests heaved.  It was only when the peak of their orgasms ended that they allowed themselves to move.  She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him slowly, matching the spasmodic pace of their hips as they drew out the pleasure.

And then they were reaching for the edge of the sheet and drawing it over them, cuddling together on their makeshift bed, on their makeshift pillows, trying to restart the aching, thundering unison of their hearts.


Extended Ending

"You said you wanted me to draw you some sequels."

Beijing glanced up at him, mischievous smirk winding up her lips.  His expression had long since gone back to it's usual inscrutable look, but she could tell that he wasn't without emotions.  It was apparent in the way he was holding her, with his head tilted towards her as he watched her smirk.

"Mmm…let's get going then~"

The bedroom wasn't too far away, after all.


Translations

[1] Duangua: Traditional Chinese shirt, which Hong Kong is always seen in.

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5 comments:

  1. Yay! I was waiting for a Hong Kong lemon <3

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  2. Hong Kong needs more love XD Great job on this one!

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  3. love hong kong need more hong kong pls make more amazing job on this one ^-^

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