A silly RussPol drabble for my friend Saucy! She requested someone poking Po's cheeks.
Russia doesn't actually want to take advantage of Poland. He swore he would be kind, nice, and fair. He wants to be a good lover, and if he knows Poland well enough - and he likes to think he does, after all, they have known each other for a very long time - Poland wouldn't fall asleep on his lap like this if he didn't trust Russia with his life.
Which he does. Russia is not naive enough to ignore how fortunate he is to have this trust, and he certainly doesn't want to betray it by, by - touching him while he is asleep.
Poland's pajamas - a bright shade of green that would look ridiculous on anyone but the small blond - are riding up over his stomach, leaving wide expenses of pale skin uncovered. The short, frilly pants expose his slender legs and his hair, usually always perfectly styled are messed up in an adorable way.
His favorite part - what makes him sigh in happiness - is Poland's cheeks, with their soft skin, just a little freckled, rosy with sleep.
Russia thinks Poland's cheeks are absolutely delightful. They make him smile and wish he had a camera with him so he could capture this moment and cherish it.
But he doesn't and cannot rise to get it with Poland asleep on his lap, so he settles on poking them with his thumb.
Once. Twice.
Poland opens a bleary eye and moans.
Three times.
"H-hey... stop it," Poland blushes. Russia's smile widens.
Four times.
"I s-say stop it!"
"No!" Russia replies cheerfully. Poland looks like he'll protest, so Russia reaches down to kiss him.
Poland blushes even harder, but he stops complaining, and Russia can keep touching these adorable cheeks.