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Secrets in Silence [Norway/Finland]
Title: Secrets in Silence
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Finland
Rating: 18+
Length: 600 words
Summary: A quick moment together. They'll enjoy these moments while they can.
Other: Set during the Kalmar Union. Written for the APH Anon Meme impromptu smut-a-thon. Prompt was "Be quiet - someone might hear us". [Original post]
Secrets in Silence
Finland's back hit the wall, and Norway's mouth covered his, and for a moment he could think of nothing but the way the two of them fit together.
His hands came up, grasping at him, tugging him closer – but as Norway pushed him more firmly against the wall, he remembered himself, and turned his head to pull away.
"Not here!" he gasped, eyes widening.
Norway raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
The words stuck in Finland's mouth. "Well, I, um –" He bit at his lower lip. "Somebody might come in. Somebody might hear us. Somebody –"
"Shh." Norway pressed two fingers to Finland's lips, and leaned in close to kiss at his cheek. "Nobody's goin' to come by here. 'Sides – this place's more private than either've our bedrooms, I'd think."
Swallowing harshly, Finland rested his head back against the wall and considered what Norway was saying.
He was probably right. Denmark's library wasn't the first place someone would think to look for Finland; and the room was little-used enough by its owner that after a time, Norway had claimed it for himself. Probably half the books in the room belonged to Norway, at the very least. And he got in such a snit about anyone coming in without his knowledge, even the servants, that everyone had taken to giving the room wide berth.
That didn't mean that nobody would be looking for them.
"But Sweden –"
"Said he'd be back in the evening." Norway brushed a soft kiss along Finland's jaw, and dipped his hands low to work at loosening Finland's clothing. "Didn't he."
"And Denmark –"
"Went down to the shore with Iceland. They'll be there a while."
Another kiss to his lips, dizzyingly soft. Finland coiled his arms around him and decided to just shut up and enjoy it, because Norway was right, he was. Nobody would see them, or hear them, and nobody would find out about this at all, nor any of the other times, either. And if his hands shook, it was just because of Norway pressing close to him, kissing at his neck as he gently nudged his feet apart.
Still, when Norway drew away from him and sank to his knees, Finland bit at his lower lip to quiet himself.
It wasn't easy. But he tried to stay quiet, just for his own piece of mind. And that's how it went: one hand wrapped in Norway's hair, sending it all askew as Finland gripped the gold strands, holding him there as he worked at getting him off. And the other hand at his mouth, teeth biting down onto the flesh of his finger as he tried desperately not to make any noise, tried not to gasp or moan or call out as the wet heat of Norway's mouth and tongue drove him absolutely mad.
In the end, he came with his palm over his mouth and tears in his eyes from the sheer effort it took to stay silent.
When Norway finally rose, wiping at his mouth, his eyes were laughing. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. His expression as he moved to adjust Finland's clothing said it enough: you didn't have to do that, you know.
Later, they walked together in the gardens, the afternoon sun. Norway had plucked some mint, and was chewing it to remove the taste from his mouth. They kept an appropriate distance, knowing better than to walk too close to one another. In case anyone noticed them. In case anyone might see, and wonder, and know.
Finland ached to take his hand, but didn't.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Finland
Rating: 18+
Length: 600 words
Summary: A quick moment together. They'll enjoy these moments while they can.
Other: Set during the Kalmar Union. Written for the APH Anon Meme impromptu smut-a-thon. Prompt was "Be quiet - someone might hear us". [Original post]
Secrets in Silence
Finland's back hit the wall, and Norway's mouth covered his, and for a moment he could think of nothing but the way the two of them fit together.
His hands came up, grasping at him, tugging him closer – but as Norway pushed him more firmly against the wall, he remembered himself, and turned his head to pull away.
"Not here!" he gasped, eyes widening.
Norway raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"
The words stuck in Finland's mouth. "Well, I, um –" He bit at his lower lip. "Somebody might come in. Somebody might hear us. Somebody –"
"Shh." Norway pressed two fingers to Finland's lips, and leaned in close to kiss at his cheek. "Nobody's goin' to come by here. 'Sides – this place's more private than either've our bedrooms, I'd think."
Swallowing harshly, Finland rested his head back against the wall and considered what Norway was saying.
He was probably right. Denmark's library wasn't the first place someone would think to look for Finland; and the room was little-used enough by its owner that after a time, Norway had claimed it for himself. Probably half the books in the room belonged to Norway, at the very least. And he got in such a snit about anyone coming in without his knowledge, even the servants, that everyone had taken to giving the room wide berth.
That didn't mean that nobody would be looking for them.
"But Sweden –"
"Said he'd be back in the evening." Norway brushed a soft kiss along Finland's jaw, and dipped his hands low to work at loosening Finland's clothing. "Didn't he."
"And Denmark –"
"Went down to the shore with Iceland. They'll be there a while."
Another kiss to his lips, dizzyingly soft. Finland coiled his arms around him and decided to just shut up and enjoy it, because Norway was right, he was. Nobody would see them, or hear them, and nobody would find out about this at all, nor any of the other times, either. And if his hands shook, it was just because of Norway pressing close to him, kissing at his neck as he gently nudged his feet apart.
Still, when Norway drew away from him and sank to his knees, Finland bit at his lower lip to quiet himself.
It wasn't easy. But he tried to stay quiet, just for his own piece of mind. And that's how it went: one hand wrapped in Norway's hair, sending it all askew as Finland gripped the gold strands, holding him there as he worked at getting him off. And the other hand at his mouth, teeth biting down onto the flesh of his finger as he tried desperately not to make any noise, tried not to gasp or moan or call out as the wet heat of Norway's mouth and tongue drove him absolutely mad.
In the end, he came with his palm over his mouth and tears in his eyes from the sheer effort it took to stay silent.
When Norway finally rose, wiping at his mouth, his eyes were laughing. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. His expression as he moved to adjust Finland's clothing said it enough: you didn't have to do that, you know.
Later, they walked together in the gardens, the afternoon sun. Norway had plucked some mint, and was chewing it to remove the taste from his mouth. They kept an appropriate distance, knowing better than to walk too close to one another. In case anyone noticed them. In case anyone might see, and wonder, and know.
Finland ached to take his hand, but didn't.