isn't wearing that weird maid outfit... and isn't wearing the ears and tails... and hasn't wrapped a big bow in his hair... and isn't under_
_the Christmas tree waiting for Greece.
sneezes. Oh man, this was so cold. He should have put the stockings on too... ;;
hears a sneeze and races to the room with tissues. 'Slovak?' He looks around the immediate area, not even thinking about looking down_
to the tree. Where was he?
pouts and blushes immediately with him in the room. "H-Here," he snuffles.
almost jumps back at the voice, thinking one of his cats had learned to speak. 'Slo-Oh...' He stares down at him and his jaw drops. He_
can't find any words to say so he just allows his wide eyes to roam over the sexy beauty before him.
fidgets nervously before standing, brushing out the skirts out nicely. "M... Merry Christmas, Greece," he murmurs, looking up at him_
_with sweet and nervous eyes.
'Merry...Chris...' He says very faintly, eyes lingering at his upper legs and how those frills make his skin look so soft... He reaches_
out slowly and his fingertips lightly brush over him.
shivers, tempted to lean into his hand, but the looks were only half of it. He had to make this special for Greece! Stepping_
_forward, he presses both hands against Greece's chest, pressing him back gently into the couch. "How can I... serve you, master?" he_
_breathes out between lips he had slathered with cheery flavored lip gloss earlier. Quite expertly, Hungary had taught him well.
'M-m-master?' he asks, hands rubbing over the couch. His breathing has quickened and in the excitement he gets a little lightheaded._
'I'm...your master?' ((Aladdin flashback-so weird!)) And that scent of...was it cherries? Whatever it was, it made his mouth water...
crawls onto his lap, making sure the skirts wouldn't get bunched up or wrinkled. He wraps a finger in his side ponytail innocently,_
_looking at him with sweet eyes as he pursed his lips. "Do you... not want me to call you master?" he whines slightly, the ears on his head_
_almost drooping with him.
shifts as his pants begin to feel a little tighter. 'No-no, I love hearing you say that.' He replies honestly. The whole scene just blows_
him away. He finally manages to touch him properly and feels down his front. 'I-I just don't know what I want first...Does that mean...you_
are mine?' He doesn't want to ask 'servent' or 'slave' in case Slovakia slaps him.
would never slap him. >////< He takes Greece's hands, helping him feel him all around. "I am your personal servant," he reassures_
_him with a cute smile, leaning forward to his ear. He nips his ear lobe, cooing softly into it. "You can do whatever you want, master_
_and... you can request anything you want. Anything. You. Want." The blonde presses a kiss against his cheek. "And I shall obey."
's eyes seem to roll back into his head at the sensations he was getting. His touch. His voice. His...body. He breathes deeply several_
times and eventually opens his eyes with a newfound masterlike glow in his gaze. 'Anything I want...' He smiles. His hands rest on_
Slovakia's hips and he jerks them closer so their lips meet harshly in a deep kiss. 'And you'll be a good, obeying servant for me?'
nods into the kiss, crying out softly in little 'mews', as his hands tightened into Greece's top. "T... that's what a servant does,"_
_he assures him, hips grinding into him with an extra added pressure. "Anything. No matter how... weird or... extreme. I can handle it."
almost goes into a daze thinking about the...extremes. But he decides to work his way up. 'If you say so, I won't argue.' He licks his_
lips. 'First...I want you to feed me grapes.' He nods over to the fruit bowl by the couch. 'And...I want you to be on top of me as you do_
it.' He lies back on the couch, head resting on the cushioned armrest.
blinks a few times before reaching over to the fruit bowl, making sure that the skirt raised enough to show the lacy underwear_
_underneath the skirts. He then crawls back over to him, sitting on his torso, just above his groin. "Shall I peel them for you_
_as well?" he asks, plucking one with the tip of his teeth.
's hand almost grabs at the revealing skin and itches to rip off the underwear. But he holds back, shifts with his body full of tension._
His hips squirm up for more friction and nods, gulping. 'Yes. And maybe give it through a kiss?' He leans up a little as his hands run up_
and down Slovakia's smooth legs.
shivers slightly with the hands, peeling the grape with the tips of his teeth until it was completely bare. Keeping it between his teeth_
_he wraps his tongue around it and leans forward to Greece's mouth, inching lower, to feed it to him mouth to mouth.
, as Slovakia leans down, moves his hands to Slovakia's rear. His tongue flicks out and accepts Slovakia's lips, tongue and grape. He moans_
into him. His was a fantasy of his. Sure, he didn't want to be one of those proud, stubborn kings but to be fed grapes by a drop dead_
gorgeous kitten in a maid uniform was too great to miss. 'I love you...you love me too, hmm?'
licks his own lips clean of the grape, blinking slowly as he looks down at him. "Of course I love you," he whispers back, _
_ears almost flickering as he said the words. "I'll do anything for you... maid outfit or not."
glows with that. He is happy this might not be the last time he and the Slovak are like this... 'Mmm...Okay...now, I'd like a dance.' He_
smiles and winks. 'A teasing one,'
frowns and falters a little, sitting up as he fists his hands into the skirt. "I...I can't do that kind of dance_
_," he whispers nervously, looking around to find some way to distract Greece. "P-Please don't make me do it." ;__;