Delayed Gratification [Romania/Norway]
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roesslyngTitle: Delayed Gratification
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romania/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: 600 words
Summary: Indulgence can take many forms.
Other: Written for Lumiere. :)
Delayed Gratification
The summer air was warm, heady. Even here, in Norway's home, the evening light through the windows heated the bedroom too much. The mountains should have cooled it down, Romania thought.
He waited while Norway got ready. Instead of watching, Romania looked out the window at the surrounding forest, so bright even though it was deep in the evening. He didn't turn around until he heard the signal – one long exhale of breath, little more than a sigh.
Norway sat in the single wooden chair they'd brought up from the kitchen. His hands were in his lap. The loose, lightweight shirt he wore was open at the throat, exposing pale neck and collarbones.
The blindfold was secure over his eyes.
For a moment, Romania did nothing; just appreciated the view, taking him in, knowing that this delayed gratification would get Norway going even more. The black fabric was a stark contrast to his face, dividing it sharply. Without that familiar strange, impenetrable stare, Norway looked exposed, vulnerable.
Looked, but wasn't.
Romania went over to him, knowing that Norway could hear every footfall, every movement. Pausing in front of him, he slipped some of Norway's hair out from where it had been trapped beneath the blindfold, letting his fringe fall.
Then he took the rope from the bedside table and guided Norway's hands behind him to tie them.
Norway's expression had changed when Romania looked at him again. Not much. Just enough. A pinking at the ears. A quickening of breath. His thin lips parted just slightly. Romania cupped Norway's face, slid his thumb along his cheek, along his jaw. Brushed it over Norway's lower lip, prompting him to open up more.
Funny how he was so obedient in situations like this, Romania thought, when in many other situations he wouldn't. But as far as Romania was concerned, that was the point. Probably. He thought. He didn't ask. Wouldn't.
Button open. Fly down. If Norway's lips parted easily for a thumb, they did even more easily for the head of Romania's cock. Romania tried to stay quiet, but it was hard not to let out a gasp at the sensation of Norway's mouth, hot and loose and wet. He twined the pale strands of Norway's hair in his fist, gripping tightly as he fucked his mouth with a forcefulness that he usually wouldn't tend to unprompted, but figured would be appreciated now. Norway kept his silence, giving no sign he was having a rough time aside from the heaviness of his breathing.
Romania finished quickly. Too quickly. It was kind of embarrassing, how fast that final moment came, that final dizzying thrust. Withdrawing, dazed, he righted his clothing, rearranged himself. Did it slow enough for Norway to hear every movement, for him to wonder what might happen next.
When Romania looked at him again, he saw what he expected: Norway, his hair mussed, his cheeks flushed. Moisture at his mouth. As Romania watched, Norway swept his tongue over his lower lip, as if he knew Romania was looking at him. His thighs were parted, the front of his trousers tight with a neglected erection. Breathing still quick from the anticipation.
But Romania knew better.
First, he carefully swept Norway's hair back into place. Then he went to the door. Opened it – and shut it, as if he was leaving.
But he didn't leave.
Romania stayed, silent as could be, and watched Norway sitting there with his teeth biting at his lip to muffle a groan of frustration. Knowing he wanted more. Deciding he wouldn't get it. Not yet.
Not quite yet.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romania/Norway
Rating: 18+
Length: 600 words
Summary: Indulgence can take many forms.
Other: Written for Lumiere. :)
Delayed Gratification
The summer air was warm, heady. Even here, in Norway's home, the evening light through the windows heated the bedroom too much. The mountains should have cooled it down, Romania thought.
He waited while Norway got ready. Instead of watching, Romania looked out the window at the surrounding forest, so bright even though it was deep in the evening. He didn't turn around until he heard the signal – one long exhale of breath, little more than a sigh.
Norway sat in the single wooden chair they'd brought up from the kitchen. His hands were in his lap. The loose, lightweight shirt he wore was open at the throat, exposing pale neck and collarbones.
The blindfold was secure over his eyes.
For a moment, Romania did nothing; just appreciated the view, taking him in, knowing that this delayed gratification would get Norway going even more. The black fabric was a stark contrast to his face, dividing it sharply. Without that familiar strange, impenetrable stare, Norway looked exposed, vulnerable.
Looked, but wasn't.
Romania went over to him, knowing that Norway could hear every footfall, every movement. Pausing in front of him, he slipped some of Norway's hair out from where it had been trapped beneath the blindfold, letting his fringe fall.
Then he took the rope from the bedside table and guided Norway's hands behind him to tie them.
Norway's expression had changed when Romania looked at him again. Not much. Just enough. A pinking at the ears. A quickening of breath. His thin lips parted just slightly. Romania cupped Norway's face, slid his thumb along his cheek, along his jaw. Brushed it over Norway's lower lip, prompting him to open up more.
Funny how he was so obedient in situations like this, Romania thought, when in many other situations he wouldn't. But as far as Romania was concerned, that was the point. Probably. He thought. He didn't ask. Wouldn't.
Button open. Fly down. If Norway's lips parted easily for a thumb, they did even more easily for the head of Romania's cock. Romania tried to stay quiet, but it was hard not to let out a gasp at the sensation of Norway's mouth, hot and loose and wet. He twined the pale strands of Norway's hair in his fist, gripping tightly as he fucked his mouth with a forcefulness that he usually wouldn't tend to unprompted, but figured would be appreciated now. Norway kept his silence, giving no sign he was having a rough time aside from the heaviness of his breathing.
Romania finished quickly. Too quickly. It was kind of embarrassing, how fast that final moment came, that final dizzying thrust. Withdrawing, dazed, he righted his clothing, rearranged himself. Did it slow enough for Norway to hear every movement, for him to wonder what might happen next.
When Romania looked at him again, he saw what he expected: Norway, his hair mussed, his cheeks flushed. Moisture at his mouth. As Romania watched, Norway swept his tongue over his lower lip, as if he knew Romania was looking at him. His thighs were parted, the front of his trousers tight with a neglected erection. Breathing still quick from the anticipation.
But Romania knew better.
First, he carefully swept Norway's hair back into place. Then he went to the door. Opened it – and shut it, as if he was leaving.
But he didn't leave.
Romania stayed, silent as could be, and watched Norway sitting there with his teeth biting at his lip to muffle a groan of frustration. Knowing he wanted more. Deciding he wouldn't get it. Not yet.
Not quite yet.
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