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[Hetalia] Unsurprise Buttsecks (Norway/Denmark, NC-17)
Title: Unsurprise Buttsecks
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: Norway/Denmark
Rating: NC-17
Notes: originally posted here for this kink meme prompt and kindexed here.
Summary (from the kindex): Denmark gets quite the welcome home. (by which they mean it's a PWP, just as requested)
PSA: Norway is smart to use protection.
Denmark steps inside his house and is immediately slammed into his front door so hard he sees stars.
His tongue is slow – “What?” he starts, or tries to start, because Norway grabs him by his tie and drags him down to kiss him. Bites his lip, too, and keens into Denmark’s mouth, letting go of Denmark’s tie to wrap his arms over his shoulders, hold him down.
Denmark sets a hand on Norway’s hip for balance, slides it around to his ass. Wonders if he could get away with fucking Norway against the wall. Probably not. The hardness in Norway’s trousers grinding into Denmark’s leg doesn’t feel like a tube of slick.
He takes a step forward, just a little; Norway steps back to match him, breaks the kiss.
“Bedroom,” Norway says. He unzips his jacket and turns around, beginning to walk down the hall, shedding clothes as he goes until he’s shirtless and barefoot just inside the bedroom door. He's all pale skin and muscle, and old scars from shipwrecks and sea-salt on his back as he strips all the way naked, dropping the rest of his clothes on the floor.
Denmark lost his coat and tie at the door, but is struggling with the buttons of his shirt – Norway slaps his hands away and undoes them himself, slides his hands lower on Denmark’s belly to unbuckle his belt, open his trousers. Pushes them down until Denmark’s exposed, flushed blood-dark in cold air.
Norway slides his hand – warm, rough calluses – over Denmark, watches his face. Taps the tip with one finger. “I want this,” he says, “inside. And you aren’t allowed to talk.”
Denmark manages to swallow. When did he stop breathing?
Norway takes the three steps back to the foot of the bed, then turns and crawls on all fours across it to the nightstand, pulls out slick and two condoms – one he puts on himself, because he hates the mess if he doesn’t - and returns back across the bed. Kneels, sitting on his feet, and slides the other condom over Denmark. Follows it with his tongue, messy wetness over the latex and Denmark wants to grab his ears, thumb over the cross in his hair, fuck his mouth. Doesn't. He'd pay for it later. Better to do what Norway wants.
Norway, apparently satisfied, sits back, takes Denmark's hand. Spills slick in his palm and turns around. Hands and knees, arch of his spine curved in and knees wider even than his shoulders, opening himself to Denmark.
It’s not enough lube and Denmark can’t imagine Norway’s ready. Can’t – uses an index finger dipped in wetness to trace the pink whorl of his opening, feels the slickness already there, the warm invitation of his body. Swallows a curse, his heart pounding, drags a palm over himself for extra and presses in.
Norway presses back onto him and sighs, breath catching when Denmark leans over him and reaches to take him in hand.
Denmark draws out, slowly, to feel Norway’s body trying to hold him, then in again, quick and shallow – Norway meets him, pressing him deeper, and the shock of it shoots up Denmark’s spine.
“Get on the bed and fuck me into the headboard,” Norway says, and pulls himself away so Denmark slips out. The air is cold on him, used to Norway’s heat, and wanting it back he clambers forward, taking hold of the vertical bars in the headboard as they reposition. As he realigns himself, pressing against Norway’s opening, and pushing back in until he feels the curves of Norway’s ass against his hips. God. Norway is tight – he always is, no matter how often they do this, no matter how often he shares his bed with anyone else. And Denmark likes that. Likes how Norway presses back up against him, hungry for harder-deeper, his arousal, red with hunger, jerking in time with Denmark’s thrusts.
Denmark leans forward a little, shifts his hips halfway into the thrust to change the angle, and Norway’s arms collapse, sending him ass-up in the air. Can’t be good for his back, but easier to fuck. Denmark obliges, listening to Norway’s frantic breathing, feeling the flutter of his muscles in time with his pulse, racing.
Norway rocks back against him, his hand falling over Denmark’s on his arousal to speed him, tighten his grip – he comes quick and sudden, and Denmark rides him through it, thrusting into that resistance, tight and slick around him, and comes just as he feels Norway’s body begin to settle.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: Norway/Denmark
Rating: NC-17
Notes: originally posted here for this kink meme prompt and kindexed here.
Summary (from the kindex): Denmark gets quite the welcome home. (by which they mean it's a PWP, just as requested)
PSA: Norway is smart to use protection.
Denmark steps inside his house and is immediately slammed into his front door so hard he sees stars.
His tongue is slow – “What?” he starts, or tries to start, because Norway grabs him by his tie and drags him down to kiss him. Bites his lip, too, and keens into Denmark’s mouth, letting go of Denmark’s tie to wrap his arms over his shoulders, hold him down.
Denmark sets a hand on Norway’s hip for balance, slides it around to his ass. Wonders if he could get away with fucking Norway against the wall. Probably not. The hardness in Norway’s trousers grinding into Denmark’s leg doesn’t feel like a tube of slick.
He takes a step forward, just a little; Norway steps back to match him, breaks the kiss.
“Bedroom,” Norway says. He unzips his jacket and turns around, beginning to walk down the hall, shedding clothes as he goes until he’s shirtless and barefoot just inside the bedroom door. He's all pale skin and muscle, and old scars from shipwrecks and sea-salt on his back as he strips all the way naked, dropping the rest of his clothes on the floor.
Denmark lost his coat and tie at the door, but is struggling with the buttons of his shirt – Norway slaps his hands away and undoes them himself, slides his hands lower on Denmark’s belly to unbuckle his belt, open his trousers. Pushes them down until Denmark’s exposed, flushed blood-dark in cold air.
Norway slides his hand – warm, rough calluses – over Denmark, watches his face. Taps the tip with one finger. “I want this,” he says, “inside. And you aren’t allowed to talk.”
Denmark manages to swallow. When did he stop breathing?
Norway takes the three steps back to the foot of the bed, then turns and crawls on all fours across it to the nightstand, pulls out slick and two condoms – one he puts on himself, because he hates the mess if he doesn’t - and returns back across the bed. Kneels, sitting on his feet, and slides the other condom over Denmark. Follows it with his tongue, messy wetness over the latex and Denmark wants to grab his ears, thumb over the cross in his hair, fuck his mouth. Doesn't. He'd pay for it later. Better to do what Norway wants.
Norway, apparently satisfied, sits back, takes Denmark's hand. Spills slick in his palm and turns around. Hands and knees, arch of his spine curved in and knees wider even than his shoulders, opening himself to Denmark.
It’s not enough lube and Denmark can’t imagine Norway’s ready. Can’t – uses an index finger dipped in wetness to trace the pink whorl of his opening, feels the slickness already there, the warm invitation of his body. Swallows a curse, his heart pounding, drags a palm over himself for extra and presses in.
Norway presses back onto him and sighs, breath catching when Denmark leans over him and reaches to take him in hand.
Denmark draws out, slowly, to feel Norway’s body trying to hold him, then in again, quick and shallow – Norway meets him, pressing him deeper, and the shock of it shoots up Denmark’s spine.
“Get on the bed and fuck me into the headboard,” Norway says, and pulls himself away so Denmark slips out. The air is cold on him, used to Norway’s heat, and wanting it back he clambers forward, taking hold of the vertical bars in the headboard as they reposition. As he realigns himself, pressing against Norway’s opening, and pushing back in until he feels the curves of Norway’s ass against his hips. God. Norway is tight – he always is, no matter how often they do this, no matter how often he shares his bed with anyone else. And Denmark likes that. Likes how Norway presses back up against him, hungry for harder-deeper, his arousal, red with hunger, jerking in time with Denmark’s thrusts.
Denmark leans forward a little, shifts his hips halfway into the thrust to change the angle, and Norway’s arms collapse, sending him ass-up in the air. Can’t be good for his back, but easier to fuck. Denmark obliges, listening to Norway’s frantic breathing, feeling the flutter of his muscles in time with his pulse, racing.
Norway rocks back against him, his hand falling over Denmark’s on his arousal to speed him, tighten his grip – he comes quick and sudden, and Denmark rides him through it, thrusting into that resistance, tight and slick around him, and comes just as he feels Norway’s body begin to settle.