roesslyng | Do as you like [Sweden/Norway]

Title: Do as you like
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Sweden/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: 1k
Summary: Sweden isn't usually the sort to consider doing this outside - but if Norway gets such an idea into his head, he isn't about to object.
Other: Written for SuNor week on tumblr. :) Prompt was 'Nature'.

Do as you like

Sweden is rarely the adventurous sort when it comes to intimate moments. Private things are best left private, done in the comfort of the bedroom, with the lights off.

But sometimes, Norway gets certain ideas into his head. And sometimes, Norway is very convincing.

Sweden closes his eyes and lets the sun warm his face. He breathes in and loses himself in the scent of mountain air and fresh grasses.

Norway's mouth is soft against his throat.

This is not what either of them intended when they left Norway's house to go hiking this morning. Some time spent in the fresh air – that is all they planned for. But when they stopped to rest in a pretty, grassy spot, sharing lunch and coffee between them, that plan changed.

"Don't pack up just yet." Norway's voice had been soft as he took Sweden's hand, squeezing it gently. "Let's enjoy the scenery for a bit."

How could anyone say no to that?

Now, flat on his back beneath Norway's sky, Sweden decides that Norway's definition of 'enjoying the scenery' is not exactly the same as his own.

Not, of course, that he would ever complain. Certainly not.

Sweden feels his cheeks flush, and knows the warmth is not on account of their earlier exertions, nor on account of the sunlight. Norway has dropped his hands low, sliding them along Sweden's hips. The fingers that dip beneath his shirt are chilled even now.

Those hands still, pausing for a moment as if in thought, and then Norway lifts his head to nuzzle along Sweden's cheek. He speaks by his ear, and his voice is low-toned and soft.

"D'you know what I have in mind, here?"

Heat spreads over Sweden's cheeks and ears and throat. His hands sweep up to stroke Norway's hair while he tries to untie his tongue.

This isn't the first time Norway has overwhelmed him like this. Sometimes, it takes little more than a touch for Sweden to become flustered and at a loss for words. The only thing left to do is surrender.

"Have some ideas," Sweden mumbles after a moment. "But..."

"But...?" Norway's lips brush his ear, the sensation almost enough to make him gasp.

"Nh..." What was he going to say? "Should make it quick. Don't want anyone to see us."

Norway lets out a soft huff of a laugh. His breath flutters like a breeze over Sweden's skin. "Nobody's going to come by here," he murmurs. "But, all right." His lips brush again, pressing a kiss as his hands move to get Sweden's trousers open. "I'll make quick work of you, if that's how you want it."

It's obviously how Norway wants it, too, as in a second he withdraws, moving down Sweden's body to take care of him.

Sweden takes in a shaking breath.

The mountain air tastes clear and sweet and good.

He keeps his eyes closed, all the better to appreciate what's around him. The sound of the air stirring the trees and making the heads of the flowers nod. The bright green scent of the grasses pillowing his head. The sensation of Norway's soft hair slipping through his fingers.

The sun on his eyelids is warm, but it's Norway that makes him blush scarlet when he sets to work with his hands and mouth. In a matter of seconds, he has Sweden undone.

He knows he'll never get tired of the sensation of Norway's mouth on him.

Sweden has to clasp a hand over his mouth to silence himself. But his other hand isn't idle. He cradles Norway's face, and sweeps his hair out of his eyes. The soft noise that Norway makes in response, almost thankful, does not escape him.

The crisp air isn't why he feels heady and breathless.

At a time like this, it's impossible not to be aware of where he is. Norway is above him, and below him, surrounding him completely. There is something about giving himself up to Norway under the dome of his sky, in the wide expanse of his landscape, that is even more intimate than doing it in the privacy of the bedroom. The openness leaves him feeling exposed in such a way that sends a thrill right through him.

And as for Norway... Sweden can hear his muffled sighs, can feel his hands gripping at his hips. He knows exactly what he is doing; all this openness and exposure must be why he chose this place, at this moment.

When Sweden finishes, it's with a fist in his mouth, biting at his knuckle to stop himself from crying out. Norway had promised to make quick work of him, but Sweden didn't expect him to be so true to his word.

Norway finishes the rest quickly, too, adjusting Sweden's clothing until it's all set properly, then rising to sit up with a sigh. Sweden cracks his eyes open to watch him brush his hair back into place, then reach for his coffee thermos. By the way Norway downs a bit of it and then looks out at the mountains, his expression quiet and content, one would never guess at what he'd done. Or rather – what they did together.

Sweden sits up and adjusts his glasses. His cheeks are still flushed and burning. "Don't want something in return?" he murmurs. Even if he usually wouldn't dream of doing it out in the open like this, after all that – well. He's willing, if Norway is.

Norway tilts his head. A small smile flits over his lips as he considers it. Then, he shakes his head. "Leave it for when we get back down to my place. Reckon you'll have an easier time with payin' back in kind once we're in my bedroom." His eyes are laughing, joyful, and somehow that makes Sweden blush even more deeply than what Norway just did to him only a moment ago.

It's true that he likes this best in bed.

But, as the two of them rise to pack away the remains of their lunch, Sweden decides that there's something to be said of sunlight and fresh air and the sensation of being completely surrounded by Norway's landscape.

He could easily come to appreciate this.