In your hands [Netherlands/Denmark]
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roesslyngTitle: In your hands
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Denmark
Rating: 18+
Length: 540 words
Summary: Denmark doesn't mind giving himself up. Not to this one.
Other: Written for the APH anon meme impromptu smut-a-thon. Prompt was "all tied up".
In your hands
Well! There were a lot of things about Netherlands that Denmark liked, but one thing was for sure: the guy sure knew how to tie a knot.
Not that Denmark was in a position to admire the handiwork, exactly. Or maybe he was. It depended on how you looked at it, really.
"Nice," he breathed, then repeated it again, a smile spreading across his face. "Nice."
He got a raised eyebrow for that. "What?"
"'Mean. Good work with – y'know. All this." The flush that was already on Denmark's cheeks deepened. Sounded kind of stupid when he put it that way, but he didn't care all that much, not with the way his bonds held, and would keep on holding; not with how secure they were, but not tight on him. The ropes would keep him there, right where Netherlands wanted him, and wasn't that something.
Netherlands snorted. His gaze flicked down, just once. Denmark's appreciation was pretty damn obvious, and neither of them were all that shy about it. Something flickered across his expression – a sort of smug, satisfied look.
Well. Denmark couldn't blame him for that.
"So." The bed creaked as Denmark shifted, just a little. Moved as if to open himself even more for him, even if his legs were already spread pretty damn wide as a result of Netherlands' craftsmanship. "Are you going to fuck me, or what?"
"Dunno'. Might have a smoke first."
Denmark bit his tongue. He's joking, he thought. He has to be joking! What a kidder, jerking him around like that. But Netherlands was pretty damn good at keeping a straight face sometimes, and he sure did look like he was considering it. Biting at his lower lip, Denmark wondered if he should take him seriously. "Please?" he asked. Practically begged. "Come on, I –"
And then Netherlands' lips were on his mouth, and his hands were down below, and Denmark groaned beneath him and offered himself up to those thick fingers, those broad hands.
He was big. Huge. And Denmark knew that sure enough – they'd been together plenty of times – but it was different to do it like this, wasn't it. A hell of a lot different to do it when Netherlands could do whatever he liked, fuck him as hard as he wanted, and Denmark couldn't even touch himself, and didn't have to, knowing that he would come from nothing but the sensation of Netherlands inside him.
Helpless. That was how he felt underneath him, as Netherlands slicked him up, readied him, then thrust inside him with a low groan. Denmark didn't usually think himself the kind to enjoy feeling powerless; but there was something about this, being under him, bound and open to him and unable to do a damn thing about it even if he wanted to – which he didn't – that drove him absolutely crazy.
He knew that Netherlands would be good to him, anyway. The sensation on his lips was hard, wild, but not rough. He could trust this guy, he knew.
The bed groaned under him, but it held, and the ropes did too. And if Denmark found himself moaning, begging, whimpering as Netherlands pounded him into the mattress, well – he didn't have any regrets about that.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Denmark
Rating: 18+
Length: 540 words
Summary: Denmark doesn't mind giving himself up. Not to this one.
Other: Written for the APH anon meme impromptu smut-a-thon. Prompt was "all tied up".
In your hands
Well! There were a lot of things about Netherlands that Denmark liked, but one thing was for sure: the guy sure knew how to tie a knot.
Not that Denmark was in a position to admire the handiwork, exactly. Or maybe he was. It depended on how you looked at it, really.
"Nice," he breathed, then repeated it again, a smile spreading across his face. "Nice."
He got a raised eyebrow for that. "What?"
"'Mean. Good work with – y'know. All this." The flush that was already on Denmark's cheeks deepened. Sounded kind of stupid when he put it that way, but he didn't care all that much, not with the way his bonds held, and would keep on holding; not with how secure they were, but not tight on him. The ropes would keep him there, right where Netherlands wanted him, and wasn't that something.
Netherlands snorted. His gaze flicked down, just once. Denmark's appreciation was pretty damn obvious, and neither of them were all that shy about it. Something flickered across his expression – a sort of smug, satisfied look.
Well. Denmark couldn't blame him for that.
"So." The bed creaked as Denmark shifted, just a little. Moved as if to open himself even more for him, even if his legs were already spread pretty damn wide as a result of Netherlands' craftsmanship. "Are you going to fuck me, or what?"
"Dunno'. Might have a smoke first."
Denmark bit his tongue. He's joking, he thought. He has to be joking! What a kidder, jerking him around like that. But Netherlands was pretty damn good at keeping a straight face sometimes, and he sure did look like he was considering it. Biting at his lower lip, Denmark wondered if he should take him seriously. "Please?" he asked. Practically begged. "Come on, I –"
And then Netherlands' lips were on his mouth, and his hands were down below, and Denmark groaned beneath him and offered himself up to those thick fingers, those broad hands.
He was big. Huge. And Denmark knew that sure enough – they'd been together plenty of times – but it was different to do it like this, wasn't it. A hell of a lot different to do it when Netherlands could do whatever he liked, fuck him as hard as he wanted, and Denmark couldn't even touch himself, and didn't have to, knowing that he would come from nothing but the sensation of Netherlands inside him.
Helpless. That was how he felt underneath him, as Netherlands slicked him up, readied him, then thrust inside him with a low groan. Denmark didn't usually think himself the kind to enjoy feeling powerless; but there was something about this, being under him, bound and open to him and unable to do a damn thing about it even if he wanted to – which he didn't – that drove him absolutely crazy.
He knew that Netherlands would be good to him, anyway. The sensation on his lips was hard, wild, but not rough. He could trust this guy, he knew.
The bed groaned under him, but it held, and the ropes did too. And if Denmark found himself moaning, begging, whimpering as Netherlands pounded him into the mattress, well – he didn't have any regrets about that.
