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Questionable judgment [Denmark/Norway]
Title: Questionable judgment
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: 300 words
Summary: They'd planned to just have a little drive out to the countryside, but...
Other: Look, sometimes you just need to write your OTP fucking in the back of a car, okay. Prompt was "car ride", written for the HWD drabble game.
Questionable judgment
For fuck's sake, Norway thought.
Let's take a drive out to the countryside, Denmark had said. Have a picnic by those old church ruins, the ones by that pond, you know the place.
It did sound nice.
The idea was all well and good. And the roadtrip had been picturesque and quiet, all clear skies and sunshine cresting the mountains.
They reached the place they were looking for, crumbling stones covered with moss, just as deserted as ever. But they didn't quite get around to the rest of their plans.
One kiss. That had been his mistake. He'd stepped out at the car, took a look around, then turned to Denmark and stolen one kiss, murmuring that it really was a good idea.
That kiss had turned into another. And another. And Norway hadn't wanted to stop; instead, an idea insinuated itself into his head. So, he'd grabbed Denmark's hand, and followed through.
And that was why they were both crammed in the back of Norway's car.
He arched his back a little. That only resulted in getting crammed even more awkwardly against the picnic basket. Above him, Denmark groaned and dipped his head to steal a sloppy kiss, rocking into Norway erratically.
Norway dug his heels into Denmark's hips, succeeding both in making him yelp and getting him to thrust deeper.
How the hell Denmark managed to pull Norway's shorts and underwear off so quickly, without taking off his hiking boots first, Norway wasn't sure.
He also wasn't sure how on earth Denmark had managed to fold himself up small enough to do this. Or why he'd thought to bring condoms with him in the first place.
Norway cursed as the basket dug into his back again.
Well. By all rights, even with the discomfort – he certainly wouldn't complain.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: 300 words
Summary: They'd planned to just have a little drive out to the countryside, but...
Other: Look, sometimes you just need to write your OTP fucking in the back of a car, okay. Prompt was "car ride", written for the HWD drabble game.
Questionable judgment
For fuck's sake, Norway thought.
Let's take a drive out to the countryside, Denmark had said. Have a picnic by those old church ruins, the ones by that pond, you know the place.
It did sound nice.
The idea was all well and good. And the roadtrip had been picturesque and quiet, all clear skies and sunshine cresting the mountains.
They reached the place they were looking for, crumbling stones covered with moss, just as deserted as ever. But they didn't quite get around to the rest of their plans.
One kiss. That had been his mistake. He'd stepped out at the car, took a look around, then turned to Denmark and stolen one kiss, murmuring that it really was a good idea.
That kiss had turned into another. And another. And Norway hadn't wanted to stop; instead, an idea insinuated itself into his head. So, he'd grabbed Denmark's hand, and followed through.
And that was why they were both crammed in the back of Norway's car.
He arched his back a little. That only resulted in getting crammed even more awkwardly against the picnic basket. Above him, Denmark groaned and dipped his head to steal a sloppy kiss, rocking into Norway erratically.
Norway dug his heels into Denmark's hips, succeeding both in making him yelp and getting him to thrust deeper.
How the hell Denmark managed to pull Norway's shorts and underwear off so quickly, without taking off his hiking boots first, Norway wasn't sure.
He also wasn't sure how on earth Denmark had managed to fold himself up small enough to do this. Or why he'd thought to bring condoms with him in the first place.
Norway cursed as the basket dug into his back again.
Well. By all rights, even with the discomfort – he certainly wouldn't complain.