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Tryst [Denmark/Belgium/Norway]
Title: Tryst
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Belgium/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: 200 words
Summary: If they want to show her a good time, she's certainly not going to object.
Other: Prompt was "In the middle". Written for the HWD drabble game.
Tryst
It was nice, Belgium thought, to be able to just relax and let somebody spoil her.
She rested back in Denmark's arms, sighing as they coiled around her, those broad hands sliding upward to caress her breasts. His mouth was at her throat, pressing soft, slick kisses there – damp work, as he was always a bit indelicate, but oh, did it ever feel good.
Norway's lips were soft against her thigh.
She'd asked them to put on a show for her earlier, and had been delighted by how enthusiastically they'd indulged her. It had been quite a sight, one that she wouldn't forget soon – the two of them, kissing and touching each other, their hands going where she directed.
But this was even better.
Denmark's hands were enough to get her worked up, but there was more. Slowly, Belgium opened her eyes. Norway was settled between her legs, waiting. His eyes lifted, meeting hers, and he tilted his head, silently asking permission.
How could she do anything but grant it?
She gently guided him where she wanted him, gasping as his tongue swept between her legs, hot and wet.
Yes, Belgium thought. This wasn't something she'd forget any time soon.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Belgium/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: 200 words
Summary: If they want to show her a good time, she's certainly not going to object.
Other: Prompt was "In the middle". Written for the HWD drabble game.
Tryst
It was nice, Belgium thought, to be able to just relax and let somebody spoil her.
She rested back in Denmark's arms, sighing as they coiled around her, those broad hands sliding upward to caress her breasts. His mouth was at her throat, pressing soft, slick kisses there – damp work, as he was always a bit indelicate, but oh, did it ever feel good.
Norway's lips were soft against her thigh.
She'd asked them to put on a show for her earlier, and had been delighted by how enthusiastically they'd indulged her. It had been quite a sight, one that she wouldn't forget soon – the two of them, kissing and touching each other, their hands going where she directed.
But this was even better.
Denmark's hands were enough to get her worked up, but there was more. Slowly, Belgium opened her eyes. Norway was settled between her legs, waiting. His eyes lifted, meeting hers, and he tilted his head, silently asking permission.
How could she do anything but grant it?
She gently guided him where she wanted him, gasping as his tongue swept between her legs, hot and wet.
Yes, Belgium thought. This wasn't something she'd forget any time soon.