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Open [Norway/Bulgaria/Romania]
Title: Open
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Bulgaria/Romania
Rating: 18+ (Double penetration)
Length: 1.1k
Summary: They suggested it; he didn't object at all.
Other: Started with a conversation about NO/BG on tumblr which led to...?
(Written quickly during a lunch break; no substance here.)
Open
"You can handle both of us, right?"
Romania's voice by his ear, arm slung over his shoulders, both the closeness and the question making Bulgaria blush. On his other side, Norway was silent, observing. Somehow, Bulgaria had ended up sitting between the two of them on the sofa, and while he hadn't thought anything of it at the time, he was now starting to wonder if there was a reason for it.
"Um," Bulgaria said. He wanted to reply properly, but words failed him. What could he even say to that?! The question was broad and vague, but he had a feeling he knew what Romania meant.
Before he could stutter out some nervous mess, Norway touched his face, gently prompting Bulgaria to turn his head to look at him.
Silent for a moment, Norway's gaze was quietly searching. His thumb brushed Bulgaria's lower lip and Bulgaria found his lips parting on reflex, his cheeks burning as he realized what he was doing.
"I think he can," Norway said, his gaze darting to Romania before returning to meet Bulgaria's eyes again.
Bulgaria swallowed hard. There was something about Norway's eyes that held him there, pinned him, leaving him feeling overwhelmed and breathless. "...Yes," he said, and that word was all he managed to get out. But that didn't matter, because in the next second, Norway's mouth was on his.
The kiss was soft and slow. Bulgaria found it strangely gentle in contrast to what they were talking about and all its implications.
And beside him, Romania let out a soft, satisfied sound, and nuzzled into him, nestling close.
He'd had an idea of what Romania might have meant, but wasn't sure of the particulars, not until they were in Romania's bedroom, getting undressed, and the subject came up again.
"So," Romania said, his mouth against Bulgaria's throat, his hands on his shirt buttons. "How about both of us inside of you? Does that sound good?"
Bulgaria's lips parted, but he couldn't think of a single thing to say in response to that. His mind raced with the thoughts – images – possibilities, and he found himself so distracted and flustered by the thoughts that the mere act of answering seemed impossible.
Norway was behind him, head resting on his shoulder, arms looped around his waist to work at his trousers. At Bulgaria's failed response, he paused as if considering this. Then he palmed Bulgaria's crotch, sliding long fingers over his rapidly hardening erection.
"Reckon that's a yes," Norway muttered.
"Ngk," Bulgaria replied. He let his head fall back, closing his eyes tight as he leaned into Norway, feeling as if he could hardly hold himself up. "Right," he managed finally. "Yes, that's – that's right." A sharp intake of breath as Norway squeezed him.
He felt Romania's lips curve against his neck, heard the smile in his voice. "Of course it's a yes," Romania said, pausing in his work with the buttons to splay his fingers over Bulgaria's chest, the touch far too warm and much too light. "What else did you expect?"
Well, Bulgaria thought. He had a point. Who on earth would object to that? There was only one thing he did object to, and that was – "Stop teasing," he complained, pulling Romania closer, leaning back a little to sink into Norway's arms. "...Please," he added as an afterthought. Asking for it was embarrassing, but he couldn't help himself.
He wanted more.
It was overwhelming. Even if the both of them went slow, handling him carefully. Even if Bulgaria and Romania had done this before, together, with others. It was the sensation of being full, the feeling of being stretched wide, intense and incredible. So much. But not too much.
Bulgaria rolled his hips, thrusting into the tight ring of Romania's fingers. Rocked down onto their cocks, and felt more than heard Norway moan. A second later, Norway's lips were on his, the kiss tender in the heat of the intense act. Bulgaria wrapped his arms around his shoulders and clung to him.
He could hear Romania murmur something, some soft affectionate nothing muffled against his skin.
Bulgaria closed his eyes and let the sensation wash over him – the heat of their bodies, breath hot against his neck, Norway's hands on his thighs guiding him to spread them wider, as if he could possibly be any more open than he already was. He listened to their sighs, the slick sound of their cocks sliding against each other as they fucked him, the heaviness of their breath matching his own gasps.
It felt good. Not only being touched by them, having them inside of him. It was – Bulgaria swallowed a moan as Norway kissed him again, as Romania bit into his shoulder – it was the knowledge that they both wanted him, needed him, at least in that moment.
He considered that, and then tucked the thought away. Better not to dwell on that too much, he decided. Not right now. Thinking about it too much might raise something he didn't want to dwell on.
Instead of thinking, Bulgaria leaned back against Romania, drew Norway close to him, and let them both fuck him, enjoying every minute of it.
When it was all over, they rested together in the dark. They'd made a mess of the bedsheets, but changing them could wait. For the moment – it was better to rest, for the moment.
Bulgaria stared upward, feeling dazed and spent, wrung out. That had been....
"What did you think?" Norway asked, nestled close against him. His words were soft, the quiet question both gentle and earnest.
"Um..." Bulgaria swept his tongue over his lower lip. His mouth felt bruised from kissing. "Well, I didn't expect this."
Norway's fingertips slid through Bulgaria's hair, brushing it away from his face. "So...?"
"It was nice." That was an understatement, but he couldn't think of how else to put it. "Really, really nice."
Romania snorted. "You loved it," he said, and Bulgaria didn't need to look at him to know he was grinning wide, all teeth. "You absolutely loved it."
Bulgaria felt a flush spread over his cheeks. He was surprised he still had it in him to blush after everything. "Who wouldn't?" he countered, trying not to sound as embarrassed as he was, but Romania just snickered and bit at his ear.
Gentle fingers turned his head and Bulgaria found himself looking at Norway, quiet and close. For a moment, Norway looked as if he were carefully considering what to say, his dark eyes boring deep into his. But finally, all he said was, "Glad you had a good time." Then he tilted his head and brushed a kiss to Bulgaria's lips, soft as a thought.
That was all. Nothing else.
Maybe that was all anyone needed to say, anyway.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Bulgaria/Romania
Rating: 18+ (Double penetration)
Length: 1.1k
Summary: They suggested it; he didn't object at all.
Other: Started with a conversation about NO/BG on tumblr which led to...?
(Written quickly during a lunch break; no substance here.)
Open
"You can handle both of us, right?"
Romania's voice by his ear, arm slung over his shoulders, both the closeness and the question making Bulgaria blush. On his other side, Norway was silent, observing. Somehow, Bulgaria had ended up sitting between the two of them on the sofa, and while he hadn't thought anything of it at the time, he was now starting to wonder if there was a reason for it.
"Um," Bulgaria said. He wanted to reply properly, but words failed him. What could he even say to that?! The question was broad and vague, but he had a feeling he knew what Romania meant.
Before he could stutter out some nervous mess, Norway touched his face, gently prompting Bulgaria to turn his head to look at him.
Silent for a moment, Norway's gaze was quietly searching. His thumb brushed Bulgaria's lower lip and Bulgaria found his lips parting on reflex, his cheeks burning as he realized what he was doing.
"I think he can," Norway said, his gaze darting to Romania before returning to meet Bulgaria's eyes again.
Bulgaria swallowed hard. There was something about Norway's eyes that held him there, pinned him, leaving him feeling overwhelmed and breathless. "...Yes," he said, and that word was all he managed to get out. But that didn't matter, because in the next second, Norway's mouth was on his.
The kiss was soft and slow. Bulgaria found it strangely gentle in contrast to what they were talking about and all its implications.
And beside him, Romania let out a soft, satisfied sound, and nuzzled into him, nestling close.
He'd had an idea of what Romania might have meant, but wasn't sure of the particulars, not until they were in Romania's bedroom, getting undressed, and the subject came up again.
"So," Romania said, his mouth against Bulgaria's throat, his hands on his shirt buttons. "How about both of us inside of you? Does that sound good?"
Bulgaria's lips parted, but he couldn't think of a single thing to say in response to that. His mind raced with the thoughts – images – possibilities, and he found himself so distracted and flustered by the thoughts that the mere act of answering seemed impossible.
Norway was behind him, head resting on his shoulder, arms looped around his waist to work at his trousers. At Bulgaria's failed response, he paused as if considering this. Then he palmed Bulgaria's crotch, sliding long fingers over his rapidly hardening erection.
"Reckon that's a yes," Norway muttered.
"Ngk," Bulgaria replied. He let his head fall back, closing his eyes tight as he leaned into Norway, feeling as if he could hardly hold himself up. "Right," he managed finally. "Yes, that's – that's right." A sharp intake of breath as Norway squeezed him.
He felt Romania's lips curve against his neck, heard the smile in his voice. "Of course it's a yes," Romania said, pausing in his work with the buttons to splay his fingers over Bulgaria's chest, the touch far too warm and much too light. "What else did you expect?"
Well, Bulgaria thought. He had a point. Who on earth would object to that? There was only one thing he did object to, and that was – "Stop teasing," he complained, pulling Romania closer, leaning back a little to sink into Norway's arms. "...Please," he added as an afterthought. Asking for it was embarrassing, but he couldn't help himself.
He wanted more.
It was overwhelming. Even if the both of them went slow, handling him carefully. Even if Bulgaria and Romania had done this before, together, with others. It was the sensation of being full, the feeling of being stretched wide, intense and incredible. So much. But not too much.
Bulgaria rolled his hips, thrusting into the tight ring of Romania's fingers. Rocked down onto their cocks, and felt more than heard Norway moan. A second later, Norway's lips were on his, the kiss tender in the heat of the intense act. Bulgaria wrapped his arms around his shoulders and clung to him.
He could hear Romania murmur something, some soft affectionate nothing muffled against his skin.
Bulgaria closed his eyes and let the sensation wash over him – the heat of their bodies, breath hot against his neck, Norway's hands on his thighs guiding him to spread them wider, as if he could possibly be any more open than he already was. He listened to their sighs, the slick sound of their cocks sliding against each other as they fucked him, the heaviness of their breath matching his own gasps.
It felt good. Not only being touched by them, having them inside of him. It was – Bulgaria swallowed a moan as Norway kissed him again, as Romania bit into his shoulder – it was the knowledge that they both wanted him, needed him, at least in that moment.
He considered that, and then tucked the thought away. Better not to dwell on that too much, he decided. Not right now. Thinking about it too much might raise something he didn't want to dwell on.
Instead of thinking, Bulgaria leaned back against Romania, drew Norway close to him, and let them both fuck him, enjoying every minute of it.
When it was all over, they rested together in the dark. They'd made a mess of the bedsheets, but changing them could wait. For the moment – it was better to rest, for the moment.
Bulgaria stared upward, feeling dazed and spent, wrung out. That had been....
"What did you think?" Norway asked, nestled close against him. His words were soft, the quiet question both gentle and earnest.
"Um..." Bulgaria swept his tongue over his lower lip. His mouth felt bruised from kissing. "Well, I didn't expect this."
Norway's fingertips slid through Bulgaria's hair, brushing it away from his face. "So...?"
"It was nice." That was an understatement, but he couldn't think of how else to put it. "Really, really nice."
Romania snorted. "You loved it," he said, and Bulgaria didn't need to look at him to know he was grinning wide, all teeth. "You absolutely loved it."
Bulgaria felt a flush spread over his cheeks. He was surprised he still had it in him to blush after everything. "Who wouldn't?" he countered, trying not to sound as embarrassed as he was, but Romania just snickered and bit at his ear.
Gentle fingers turned his head and Bulgaria found himself looking at Norway, quiet and close. For a moment, Norway looked as if he were carefully considering what to say, his dark eyes boring deep into his. But finally, all he said was, "Glad you had a good time." Then he tilted his head and brushed a kiss to Bulgaria's lips, soft as a thought.
That was all. Nothing else.
Maybe that was all anyone needed to say, anyway.