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roesslyngTitle: A certain kind of creativity
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Sweden/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: ~500
Summary: Sometimes, Norway gets creative in bed. Sweden's all too happy to follow his lead.
Other: Written for SuNor Week. Prompt was 'magic'.
A certain kind of creativity
"I bet I could have you wrapped around my finger with only a few words."
Norway had sounded so confident when he'd said that, his breath fluttering against Sweden's ear.
Of course Sweden had wanted to know what he meant. And that was what Norway had been planning for all along.
Looking back on it, Sweden should have been able to easily guess what he meant.
Magic. Of course.
That was how he found himself stripped, on his knees in front of Norway, his hands bound behind him with invisible rope that had, indeed, taken little more than two words to conjure into place. He could feel the slickness inside of him where Norway had first insisted on easing the way with deft fingers – but nothing had followed that, much to Sweden's disappointment, and now he couldn't imagine what on earth his partner might have planned.
It didn't matter. What mattered was the sensation of Norway cupping his cheek, stroking his face with light, gentle fingers. Sweden closed his eyes at his touch, both because of the way it felt and the undeniable fact that if he did look up at him, it wouldn't do him much good; without his glasses, he couldn't see his face clearly.
Norway's thumb brushed his mouth. A prelude of what was to come. The very thought made Sweden part his lips in anticipation. Already, he ached, his erection hard and heavy between his legs.
"You trust me this much, do you?" Norway's voice was soft and curious and appreciative.
It was all Sweden could do not to groan. "Yes," he breathed.
"And you want more. Is that right?"
Another soft 'yes'. That was all he managed.
"All right. Now, seein's you do – don't move, now. I've something in mind."
Sweden stilled. He waited. He could hear Norway's voice, murmuring soft words he didn't understand. And suddenly, he felt something slide inside of him, something just as strange and unreal as the invisible rope that held him tied. Sweden's eyes fluttered open, blinking up at Norway.
He must have anticipated the question, as those familiar hands moved to stroke his hair, touch at him gently to reassure him, even as that sensation slide further, deeper, stretching him side.
"This sort of thing is what you were thinkin' I was planning on from the start, wasn't it," Norway murmured, his voice soft and thick with arousal.
All Sweden could do was nod.
"Good." A long, deep breath. Norway sounded pleased – with himself, and with Sweden's compliance, and with the whole situation at once. "Now. I think you know what I'm after. Right?"
He didn't need to ask twice. It was the work of a moment before he was exposed and in Sweden's mouth. He dipped his head and took him in and as Norway fell back against the mattress Sweden could hear his voice, soft as a sigh, murmuring that spell over and over. Words that held him bound. Words that slid that magical object deep, deep into him.
Sweden groaned against Norway's cock and dipped his head further, taking it in as deep as he could stand, knowing neither of them would last long like this.
If he'd ever had any doubt of the creative things Norway could come up with when his mind took to wandering, he never would again.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Sweden/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: ~500
Summary: Sometimes, Norway gets creative in bed. Sweden's all too happy to follow his lead.
Other: Written for SuNor Week. Prompt was 'magic'.
A certain kind of creativity
"I bet I could have you wrapped around my finger with only a few words."
Norway had sounded so confident when he'd said that, his breath fluttering against Sweden's ear.
Of course Sweden had wanted to know what he meant. And that was what Norway had been planning for all along.
Looking back on it, Sweden should have been able to easily guess what he meant.
Magic. Of course.
That was how he found himself stripped, on his knees in front of Norway, his hands bound behind him with invisible rope that had, indeed, taken little more than two words to conjure into place. He could feel the slickness inside of him where Norway had first insisted on easing the way with deft fingers – but nothing had followed that, much to Sweden's disappointment, and now he couldn't imagine what on earth his partner might have planned.
It didn't matter. What mattered was the sensation of Norway cupping his cheek, stroking his face with light, gentle fingers. Sweden closed his eyes at his touch, both because of the way it felt and the undeniable fact that if he did look up at him, it wouldn't do him much good; without his glasses, he couldn't see his face clearly.
Norway's thumb brushed his mouth. A prelude of what was to come. The very thought made Sweden part his lips in anticipation. Already, he ached, his erection hard and heavy between his legs.
"You trust me this much, do you?" Norway's voice was soft and curious and appreciative.
It was all Sweden could do not to groan. "Yes," he breathed.
"And you want more. Is that right?"
Another soft 'yes'. That was all he managed.
"All right. Now, seein's you do – don't move, now. I've something in mind."
Sweden stilled. He waited. He could hear Norway's voice, murmuring soft words he didn't understand. And suddenly, he felt something slide inside of him, something just as strange and unreal as the invisible rope that held him tied. Sweden's eyes fluttered open, blinking up at Norway.
He must have anticipated the question, as those familiar hands moved to stroke his hair, touch at him gently to reassure him, even as that sensation slide further, deeper, stretching him side.
"This sort of thing is what you were thinkin' I was planning on from the start, wasn't it," Norway murmured, his voice soft and thick with arousal.
All Sweden could do was nod.
"Good." A long, deep breath. Norway sounded pleased – with himself, and with Sweden's compliance, and with the whole situation at once. "Now. I think you know what I'm after. Right?"
He didn't need to ask twice. It was the work of a moment before he was exposed and in Sweden's mouth. He dipped his head and took him in and as Norway fell back against the mattress Sweden could hear his voice, soft as a sigh, murmuring that spell over and over. Words that held him bound. Words that slid that magical object deep, deep into him.
Sweden groaned against Norway's cock and dipped his head further, taking it in as deep as he could stand, knowing neither of them would last long like this.
If he'd ever had any doubt of the creative things Norway could come up with when his mind took to wandering, he never would again.
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