First time for everything [Norway/Sweden]
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roesslyngTitle: First time for everything
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: 200 words
Summary: Sweden isn't all that experienced, and Norway doesn't mind.
Other: Early 1300s, during their first union. Written for HWD drabble game; prompt was "blush".
First time for everything
"Ever done this with a nation before?"
Sweden shook his head, muttered a negative, and dropped his gaze, fumbling with Norway's clothing as if to distract him from the embarrassment of it all. His cheeks and ears were flushed red as beets.
By the way he was acting, Norway thought, it was as if he'd never done it at all, let alone with a nation.
"Here," he said, taking his hands to still them. "Let me."
"But –"
"Belay that. Let me." A kiss to Sweden's cheek, and somehow that small gesture was all it took to shut him up.
He stripped himself bare to Sweden's eyes. Paid no mind to the way he stared, wide-eyed and flustered, until all Norway's clothing was off.
Soon they were both bare and warm in each other's arms.
"Let me," Norway said again, as he took Sweden in hand, stroking him slow and sure. Flustered though his partner was, his arousal was undeniable, hard and heavy against his palm.
He murmured soft nothings as he touched him, Sweden's fingers digging into his shoulders and face pressed against his neck. It was endearing, Norway thought.
Perhaps he'd never. Perhaps.
It didn't matter at all.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: 200 words
Summary: Sweden isn't all that experienced, and Norway doesn't mind.
Other: Early 1300s, during their first union. Written for HWD drabble game; prompt was "blush".
First time for everything
"Ever done this with a nation before?"
Sweden shook his head, muttered a negative, and dropped his gaze, fumbling with Norway's clothing as if to distract him from the embarrassment of it all. His cheeks and ears were flushed red as beets.
By the way he was acting, Norway thought, it was as if he'd never done it at all, let alone with a nation.
"Here," he said, taking his hands to still them. "Let me."
"But –"
"Belay that. Let me." A kiss to Sweden's cheek, and somehow that small gesture was all it took to shut him up.
He stripped himself bare to Sweden's eyes. Paid no mind to the way he stared, wide-eyed and flustered, until all Norway's clothing was off.
Soon they were both bare and warm in each other's arms.
"Let me," Norway said again, as he took Sweden in hand, stroking him slow and sure. Flustered though his partner was, his arousal was undeniable, hard and heavy against his palm.
He murmured soft nothings as he touched him, Sweden's fingers digging into his shoulders and face pressed against his neck. It was endearing, Norway thought.
Perhaps he'd never. Perhaps.
It didn't matter at all.
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