Title: technical difficulties. (Aka, The Problem.)
Fandom: Latin Hetalia.
Characters / Pairs: Peru / Chile.
Rating: P YF PORN OF FAIL.
Warnings: ... There are porn. Porn of the worst sort. ESA TO FAILURE.
Comments: declare this as, officially, A BADFIC. And I blame its conception to
zulenha and
cremebrulee1 are fabulous and thoughtful minds overflowing too creative.
Summary: Where Manuel loses a bet and has difficultytechnical apparel. Oh, and his male pride -9000 points lost.
For the umpteenth time that day, cursed Manuel Martin, all his people, his ancestors and even their football idols. If I had had before him, he would have taken the crest and a half
. But the chance to grind beats Martin by humiliation and he had gone, and only he had been head of the roaring laughter
majesty and the damn camera flash. And now? Now Manuel had no idea how many kilos of clothes removed without dying suffocated in the attempt or die slowly of boredom. Never imagined that a simple kimono
have many layers dsighed, running a hand through his hair to remove all the bells and whistles of the bow hair and disarm once, still struggling with the obi-off costs this cove. He kept shaking me
knot belt or whatever that was an obi (bah), when the doorbell rang his door. Jumped, a little stunned and cursed quietly, with rapidly rising color on his face.
The bell rang three times, until he joined a rattling noise.
-Manuel, and fails to make the difficult and open the fucking door Miguel's voice was heard through the door. I know you're there because I told you yesterday
was coming today
at this time, dammit.
- C-MLXC
"Well, Manuel coughed and took a deep breath. I will open.
opened the door very slowly, to the annoyance of Michael, that she was too impatient. And once it was opened wide, all I could do was look.
Manuel had the face of wanting to jump into the Mapocho. Miguel opened his mouth so it looked like at any moment he would release the jaw of the face.
- Travesti!
- Your sister! - I have not! -... Your brother!
- My brother is an innocent child would never do something like this! - Shut up and help me undress! "Complained Manuel, then pull the arm Miguelbe angry and give him a pat on the head. Manuel feels completely wounded in their dignity and masculine, decided to pull
Miguel's hair, which ended up slipping on it, causing that end up on the floor. Miguel was on Manuel, with a facial expression of absolute anger and hand Manuel firm grip to her hair, ready to shoot at any time.
"You're an idiot. "You're a gross
. They looked, challenging, for what seemed an eternity for both and, in less than a blink, Miguel muttered an expletive, grabbed Manuel's head with both hands and leaned down to kiss on him sharply in lips. It was a kisssmooth at all, started as a clash of teeth slightly painful until one of them was able to spin more than a thought in your head and start to move his lips with something more
skill. Miguel's tongue touched the lips of Manuel, as if asking permission, until Manuel left his lips slightly so he could enter, crossing the cavity in the most awkward possible because of over-enthusiasm. Manuel's fingers dug into Miguel's hair, pulling the strings gently, without realizing what they were now stuck, one above the other, knees slightly bent and your thighs pressing between one leg of Michael, friction between the crotch forcing both. "You said
you wanted to take off this thing. Michael murmured, his lips now stuck to the skin of the neck of Manuel, gently kissing him there, almost causing tickling.
"Then. Manuel growled, one hand down the back of Michael at a rate somewhat slowly, as if they had lost all the adrenaline of fighting like idiots from time to time. After L-
repeated, groaning as he felt the teeth of Miguel on his collarbone. Michael just went on his own, biting and sucking there, between the neck and collarbone Manuel, leaving purple marks with bad intentions
. He paused, straightened up a bit and took off his shirt with some awkwardness, then throwing it away. Manuel looks to throw the garment willrtido, upset and genuinely curious. What does that
in the kitchen?
- It was there the last time we shot, period! Manuel growled, removing his hand from his face to look more
guide
possible killer. Go and look and
hurry or you can go make an appointment with your hand.
-... Did you know that you are the geisha more bossy, rude and unhelpful I know? Michael growled, standing up with a lot
effort. He walked half stunned, half felt uncomfortable some part of your body pounding too, and looked for the famous tube of lubricant in the kitchen drawer. Eureka!
- I have it! -Announcedor loud and practically ran
to squat between the legs of Manuel, with pipe in hand and a winning smile on his face. - Why do not you announce it stronger, so the neighbors can hear you too? "Quipped Manuel, squinting, but stirring impatiently. Let's see, pass it.
Manuel took the tube in your hands, lay down a good bit in hand and, with the phosphorescent red face to the neck and ears gently ordered Michael to take off their pants.
... Michael, of course, got rid of them in a trice. Pants are overrated, after all. And the smile that was installed in his face to feel theTAS times and after a while, when both felt comfortable enough, he entered slowly, firmly holding the thighs of Manuel, who finished hugging her legs in an act of surprising flexibility.
- "So What is right? Asked Michael. Manuel stared for a moment, with reddish skin and a while and dropped his hands to the kimono fabric close to your legs. With a crooked half smile, ripped the fabric
everything he could, for greater mobility. No offense, but the fabric looked
face.
-Martin
pay. Manuel smiled mischievously, running her arms around his neck Miguel and drumming the fingers of one of his hands in the back of his partner, isperando impatient to get moving. Miguel sighed, releasing a slightly hoarse laugh. She kissed him gently on the lips and began to move, first slowly and then faster and with less delicacy. I got carried
it felt good to be so, how much it was worth doing this sort of thing with Manuel, even if they were idiots who could not could you be quiet at almost any time. Rammed forward, panting and moaning, feeling happy to hear Manuel moaning slowly, too. - Q-What bet? Asked Michael, in the midst of multiple sounds semi-male, taking air to form the words, while moving at any time. No, no good to be silent durbefore long. Things
football
-Manuel moaned. Luciano and I bet the bastard lost. Why can not lose when you play against him? "Because you suck" Michael kissed him on the lips. "No more than you," said Manuel. Miguel charged him stronger in response to that, hiding his face at the juncture of the neck and collarbone Manuel, drowning the noise against your skin. Manuel hugged him closer to her body, throwing her head back slightly and breathing hard, eyes tightly closed. Ended minutes later, almost simultaneously.
Miguel sighed, smiling, stunning, resting on the chest of Manuel with a tremendous sense of satisfacción wrapping the body. Manuel took air beneath him, patting his back gently a few times.
- And now how I remove this? ...
- Do you really even matter?