"O-Oh god Su-san.. f-fill me!"
The Swede entered, and buried his face in Finland's shoulder, grunting softly as he slipped inside Finland's back entrance. Finland drove his hands through Sweden's hair as he arched his back, the feeling is being filled just too wonderful for his body to ignore. Then in an instant it was all over, and Finland felt himself become filled and the Swede pulled out. Finland whimpered. "B-But Su-san.. I didn't get to finish.." But it was useless, Sweden had already fallen asleep. Finland grabbed a tissue from the box on the night table and finished angrily, before storming off into the living room. He scowled and grabbed at the phone, yanking it off the hook and dialing Frances' phone number.
France rolled over in his plush maroon bed, and picked up the phone. "Qui est a l"appareil?" he grunted, not wanting to be woken up from his beauty sleep. "France! It's me, Finland!" The Frenchman sat up, surprised at his call. "Oui oui, why are you calling Finlande~?"
"I'm calling because of Su-san! Every time w-we have…" He stalled, unable to finish his sentence. "Oui oui, every time you two make l'amore." France nodded, getting the gist. Finland continued, blushing on his end of the phone. "Well.. Su-San always… he's too.. U-Umm.. how to put this… Su-san is too.. quick! Whenever he and I … Y-You know!" France looked at his nails. "Oui, continue."
"H-he'll start off good.. a-and it feels wonderful being filled like that.. But then practically seconds later he finishes and falls asleep! France, what should I do?" France chuckled darkly, before slowly whispering to Finland what he should do.
The plan unfolded two weeks from that night, on a crisp November night. Sweden pressed a slow kiss to Finland's jaw, and then it began. The two men began to make love, slow and romantically, clothing shed by slow caring fingers, on both ends! The husband and his wife gradually got ready for that night. Finland touched Sweden's arm. "Su-San.. can I be on top tonight?" he asked softly, craning his neck as Sweden kissed it. Sweden pulled back, and watched his wife closely. He nodded silently and rolled onto his back. Finland sat up and rummaged around in his drawer. "Wh't 're y' d'ng Fin?" Sweden mumbled curiously, and Finland pulled back, turning to smile at Sweden.
"Su-San, have you ever heard of something called a cockring?"