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Self-indulgence [Romania/Bulgaria]
Title: Self-indulgence
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romania/Bulgaria
Rating: 18+ (Rimming)
Length: 1.8k
Summary: Bulgaria's a pliant mess. Romania decides to take the opportunity to enjoy this.
Other: I think the prompt for this was "An old guy with back problems getting his ass eaten by the young upstart who's obsessed with him", haha. Not quite 100% fit, but close enough!
Self-indulgence
The ceiling creaked under footfalls on the floor above. Romania set his phone aside. Bulgaria was out of the bath, then.
Time to join him.
He found him naked and face-down on the bed, sprawled out like a content cat. Bulgaria's eyes opened to slits when Romania came over, watching him from behind thick lashes. There was a look on his face that suggested he wouldn't be moving any time soon.
"Feeling better?" Romania asked as he sank down beside him on the edge of the bed. He could feel the warmth from the bath rolling off his body. Bulgaria looked just as tired as he'd been when he'd gone upstairs, but at least now he seemed more relaxed.
"Yeah. Very." Bulgaria let out a soft sigh. "I don't know why I was so sore today. It doesn't make any sense."
Romania raised an eyebrow. "You said you were bent over a desk all day." He brushed a thumb against Bulgaria's cheek, then stroked through his damp hair, winding a dark strand around his fingers. The air was thick with the scent of Bulgaria's flowery shampoo. "It doesn't take a genius to know what that'd do to you, old man."
There was a soft huff of protest, but nothing else. Bulgaria knew better than to argue. They'd had the same conversation plenty of times, and they both knew that Romania was right. "Fine. Is it okay if I just stay here on your bed for a while?"
"You know I never mind having you in my bed." Romania swept his gaze over him as he thought about that for a moment. It was a nice view. Could be even better. Actually – "We could have some fun while you're here. How about it?" he drawled.
"I – uh." Bulgaria blinked up at him, pink spreading across his cheeks as, in his confused and tired state, he tried to figure out what Romania meant. "Sure? I mean – if you have something in mind, that's okay, but... I don't think I'm in any state to move much right now." He laughed softly, apologetic.
"That's fine with me." Romania leaned down and kissed his forehead, his hair, his cheek. Whispered by his ear and felt a shiver run through him. "You don't have to do anything at all."
A soft exhale. Nothing else. Bulgaria closed his eyes, dark lashes resting lightly against his cheeks. "Go ahead," he said, not even bothering to ask what Romania was planning. It could be anything, anything at all, and he'd agree to it.
There was something satisfying about that, how accepting he was, how easily Bulgaria gave in to almost anything, especially at a time like this. Romania smiled as he rummaged through the drawer in the bedside table until he found the lotion he was looking for.
It only took a moment for Romania to warm it up between his hands, slicking up his fingers. Then he rested his hands on Bulgaria's back, letting his fingers glide over his skin.
At the contact, Bulgaria drew in a quick breath, then let out a questioning noise.
"The bath won't be enough," Romania said quietly. He bent to brush a kiss to Bulgaria's temple. "Not if your back was as bad as you were saying earlier. Let me take care of you. Okay?"
A soft, embarrassed 'okay' was the only response he got to that, but it was more than enough.
Romania got to work.
It wasn't the first time he'd offered something like this, under similar circumstances. Once or twice, Bulgaria had raised a token objection, but even then he gave up pretty quickly. After a while, he'd learned to give in. If Romania didn't mind, then why not?
But it wasn't just that he didn't mind. It meant being close to him. As far as Romania was concerned, any reason to touch Bulgaria was a good one, and it was an opportunity he'd happily take – though he'd prefer it if Bulgaria took better care of himself.
Though the hot bath had done a lot to soften Bulgaria up, there was still tension running through his body, no matter how relaxed he was. Romania worked slowly, letting the firm, gradual pressure of his hands do its job. He pressed his thumbs along Bulgaria's shoulders, down along his back, easing the knots out. Every so often, there was a soft sound – a sharp breath when Romania hit something particularly tight, or a low sigh when he managed to work it out again.
By now, he knew every part of Bulgaria: every plane of muscle, every fingerspan of his skin. The cords of his neck and the curve of his spine were as familiar to Romania as the back of his own hand.
Romania dipped his head, brushing a kiss to Bulgaria's shoulder. He let his hands slide, pressing deep, kneading until the tension eased and Bulgaria let out a soft moan. It was exactly the reaction he'd been aiming for, one he'd known he'd get. By now he knew his body, knew his reactions, knew what to do to get the effect he wanted.
Even if he were stripped of skin, right down to the bone, he'd know him.
It didn't take long for Romania to wring Bulgaria out.
He worked him until he was soft – and then, just as he had decided when he'd seen Bulgaria sprawled out on his bed, Romania indulged himself. The hot water had made Bulgaria dozy and even more pliant than usual, and as far as Romania was concerned, there was no reason not to have fun with that.
Romania kissed along Bulgaria's shoulder, then let his hands slide to his hips. Then lower, downward, moving until he palmed the curve of his ass. He heard another soft breath, then a pause. There was something curious about that pause, anticipating, as if Bulgaria wasn't sure what Romania would do next, and he really wanted to know.
Romania grinned. Then he rose from where he was sat on the edge of the bed, and went to get behind Bulgaria, sinking down between his splayed legs.
As if he had no other plans but to continue the massage from there, Romania took a moment to appreciate where he found himself, sliding his hands along Bulgaria's hips, his thighs, and over his ass, taking in every dip and curve of his body. It occurred to Romania that most nations would find Bulgaria nothing to write home about. In the looks department, he was, objectively speaking, pretty ordinary.
But as far as Romania was concerned, Bulgaria was perfect. Anyone who overlooked him didn't know what they were missing.
When he finally lowered himself to the mattress, he heard a soft, sleepy mumble.
"What're you doing?"
"Appreciating the view." Romania brushed his lips against the inside of Bulgaria's thigh. "I mean, come on. You're spread out naked on my bed. How could I not?"
Bulgaria let out a sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh. "I see," he said. "That's fine. Enjoy yourself."
"Oh, I will." He pressed his cheek against Bulgaria's soap-softened skin. Kneaded his ass slowly, digging his thumbs into the warm flesh. In response, Bulgaria spread his legs a little wider, the movement almost shy, somehow both subconscious and self-conscious. Inviting.
How could he resist that?
Romania groped his ass with both hands, pushing the curves apart. Moistened his lips. Dipped his head, and swept his slick tongue over the tight, sensitive skin of Bulgaria's asshole.
He heard a soft gasp, a breath of, "Oh, god –". Felt Bulgaria's body tense, then ease as he spread his legs wider.
What an incentive to continue.
Romania kept going. Kept his mouth slick and his tongue soft, licking in slow strokes. Kept working at him, fingers pressed into the curve of his rear, holding him open.
Soon Bulgaria's breath quickened, and his gasps turned into moans.
Maybe he'd been halfway there already.
It was incredible how sensitive Bulgaria was, and Romania loved being reminded of it. He felt him tremble as he swept his tongue over his asshole again. Dug his fingers into the curves of his ass and made him whimper. After a while he felt Bulgaria move, rolling back to press against his mouth, then grinding down against the mattress.
That was when he realized – Bulgaria wasn't touching himself. Rocking his hips against the mattress, sure. Spreading his legs wider and exposing himself even more, yes. Getting off, definitely. But he wasn't touching himself.
Romania's mind swam. He pictured it. Bulgaria gripping the bedsheets. Biting at his knuckles. Tears pricking at the corner of his eyes from how overwhelmed he was, how good it felt.
Well.
Romania slid one hand down between his own legs. Got his trousers open. He couldn't help himself, because all he could think of was what Bulgaria must look like at that moment, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted and his breath coming fast, faster.
The movement must have caused him to slow, because a moment later Bulgaria was pressing back against Romania's mouth, his thighs trembling. "God, Ro – don't stop. Please –"
How could he ignore a request like that?
He devoured him.
It didn't take long. Not after that. Not with Bulgaria grinding himself into the mattress while Romania ate his ass. All it took was a few more slow, wet sweeps. Circling the sensitive skin there. Pressing his tongue against it. Romania heard a soft moan, felt Bulgaria's body go rigid – then ease, slowly relaxing under him.
Romania got himself off. A few tight strokes, his cheek resting against Bulgaria's hip. He thought about fucking him but knew there was no way he'd get to that point, that he was too far gone already. Between the sounds Bulgaria had made, and the position they'd been in – Bulgaria, begging for him, spread out for him, soft and shameless and open and intimate – Romania knew he would never get enough of that. He'd lick his ass a thousand times if it meant Bulgaria would make himself vulnerable like that.
He'd enjoy every minute of it, too.
As it was, he rested a while in a post-orgasm haze, running his tongue over his lips.
"We're going to have to change the sheets," Bulgaria mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Oh, come on." Taking that as a cue to move, Romania sat up and swept his hair out of his eyes. He was a flushed mess, and one glance at Bulgaria told him that he was the same. "You're always worrying over something."
There was a soft sound of protest from Bulgaria, who couldn't seem to muster up anything more to say.
Rising, Romania went to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. He bent to kiss his hair, then lingered close, breathing in the soft scent of rose shampoo.
Warm fingers brushed over his hand. Linked with his. Squeezed gently, then stayed, as if not wanting to let go.
They'd both have to get cleaned up eventually. Romania would brush his teeth, change the sheets. He might even pull Bulgaria into the shower with him. But for a while – just a little while – he wanted to stay like this.
A little self-indulgence never hurt.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romania/Bulgaria
Rating: 18+ (Rimming)
Length: 1.8k
Summary: Bulgaria's a pliant mess. Romania decides to take the opportunity to enjoy this.
Other: I think the prompt for this was "An old guy with back problems getting his ass eaten by the young upstart who's obsessed with him", haha. Not quite 100% fit, but close enough!
Self-indulgence
The ceiling creaked under footfalls on the floor above. Romania set his phone aside. Bulgaria was out of the bath, then.
Time to join him.
He found him naked and face-down on the bed, sprawled out like a content cat. Bulgaria's eyes opened to slits when Romania came over, watching him from behind thick lashes. There was a look on his face that suggested he wouldn't be moving any time soon.
"Feeling better?" Romania asked as he sank down beside him on the edge of the bed. He could feel the warmth from the bath rolling off his body. Bulgaria looked just as tired as he'd been when he'd gone upstairs, but at least now he seemed more relaxed.
"Yeah. Very." Bulgaria let out a soft sigh. "I don't know why I was so sore today. It doesn't make any sense."
Romania raised an eyebrow. "You said you were bent over a desk all day." He brushed a thumb against Bulgaria's cheek, then stroked through his damp hair, winding a dark strand around his fingers. The air was thick with the scent of Bulgaria's flowery shampoo. "It doesn't take a genius to know what that'd do to you, old man."
There was a soft huff of protest, but nothing else. Bulgaria knew better than to argue. They'd had the same conversation plenty of times, and they both knew that Romania was right. "Fine. Is it okay if I just stay here on your bed for a while?"
"You know I never mind having you in my bed." Romania swept his gaze over him as he thought about that for a moment. It was a nice view. Could be even better. Actually – "We could have some fun while you're here. How about it?" he drawled.
"I – uh." Bulgaria blinked up at him, pink spreading across his cheeks as, in his confused and tired state, he tried to figure out what Romania meant. "Sure? I mean – if you have something in mind, that's okay, but... I don't think I'm in any state to move much right now." He laughed softly, apologetic.
"That's fine with me." Romania leaned down and kissed his forehead, his hair, his cheek. Whispered by his ear and felt a shiver run through him. "You don't have to do anything at all."
A soft exhale. Nothing else. Bulgaria closed his eyes, dark lashes resting lightly against his cheeks. "Go ahead," he said, not even bothering to ask what Romania was planning. It could be anything, anything at all, and he'd agree to it.
There was something satisfying about that, how accepting he was, how easily Bulgaria gave in to almost anything, especially at a time like this. Romania smiled as he rummaged through the drawer in the bedside table until he found the lotion he was looking for.
It only took a moment for Romania to warm it up between his hands, slicking up his fingers. Then he rested his hands on Bulgaria's back, letting his fingers glide over his skin.
At the contact, Bulgaria drew in a quick breath, then let out a questioning noise.
"The bath won't be enough," Romania said quietly. He bent to brush a kiss to Bulgaria's temple. "Not if your back was as bad as you were saying earlier. Let me take care of you. Okay?"
A soft, embarrassed 'okay' was the only response he got to that, but it was more than enough.
Romania got to work.
It wasn't the first time he'd offered something like this, under similar circumstances. Once or twice, Bulgaria had raised a token objection, but even then he gave up pretty quickly. After a while, he'd learned to give in. If Romania didn't mind, then why not?
But it wasn't just that he didn't mind. It meant being close to him. As far as Romania was concerned, any reason to touch Bulgaria was a good one, and it was an opportunity he'd happily take – though he'd prefer it if Bulgaria took better care of himself.
Though the hot bath had done a lot to soften Bulgaria up, there was still tension running through his body, no matter how relaxed he was. Romania worked slowly, letting the firm, gradual pressure of his hands do its job. He pressed his thumbs along Bulgaria's shoulders, down along his back, easing the knots out. Every so often, there was a soft sound – a sharp breath when Romania hit something particularly tight, or a low sigh when he managed to work it out again.
By now, he knew every part of Bulgaria: every plane of muscle, every fingerspan of his skin. The cords of his neck and the curve of his spine were as familiar to Romania as the back of his own hand.
Romania dipped his head, brushing a kiss to Bulgaria's shoulder. He let his hands slide, pressing deep, kneading until the tension eased and Bulgaria let out a soft moan. It was exactly the reaction he'd been aiming for, one he'd known he'd get. By now he knew his body, knew his reactions, knew what to do to get the effect he wanted.
Even if he were stripped of skin, right down to the bone, he'd know him.
It didn't take long for Romania to wring Bulgaria out.
He worked him until he was soft – and then, just as he had decided when he'd seen Bulgaria sprawled out on his bed, Romania indulged himself. The hot water had made Bulgaria dozy and even more pliant than usual, and as far as Romania was concerned, there was no reason not to have fun with that.
Romania kissed along Bulgaria's shoulder, then let his hands slide to his hips. Then lower, downward, moving until he palmed the curve of his ass. He heard another soft breath, then a pause. There was something curious about that pause, anticipating, as if Bulgaria wasn't sure what Romania would do next, and he really wanted to know.
Romania grinned. Then he rose from where he was sat on the edge of the bed, and went to get behind Bulgaria, sinking down between his splayed legs.
As if he had no other plans but to continue the massage from there, Romania took a moment to appreciate where he found himself, sliding his hands along Bulgaria's hips, his thighs, and over his ass, taking in every dip and curve of his body. It occurred to Romania that most nations would find Bulgaria nothing to write home about. In the looks department, he was, objectively speaking, pretty ordinary.
But as far as Romania was concerned, Bulgaria was perfect. Anyone who overlooked him didn't know what they were missing.
When he finally lowered himself to the mattress, he heard a soft, sleepy mumble.
"What're you doing?"
"Appreciating the view." Romania brushed his lips against the inside of Bulgaria's thigh. "I mean, come on. You're spread out naked on my bed. How could I not?"
Bulgaria let out a sound halfway between a sigh and a laugh. "I see," he said. "That's fine. Enjoy yourself."
"Oh, I will." He pressed his cheek against Bulgaria's soap-softened skin. Kneaded his ass slowly, digging his thumbs into the warm flesh. In response, Bulgaria spread his legs a little wider, the movement almost shy, somehow both subconscious and self-conscious. Inviting.
How could he resist that?
Romania groped his ass with both hands, pushing the curves apart. Moistened his lips. Dipped his head, and swept his slick tongue over the tight, sensitive skin of Bulgaria's asshole.
He heard a soft gasp, a breath of, "Oh, god –". Felt Bulgaria's body tense, then ease as he spread his legs wider.
What an incentive to continue.
Romania kept going. Kept his mouth slick and his tongue soft, licking in slow strokes. Kept working at him, fingers pressed into the curve of his rear, holding him open.
Soon Bulgaria's breath quickened, and his gasps turned into moans.
Maybe he'd been halfway there already.
It was incredible how sensitive Bulgaria was, and Romania loved being reminded of it. He felt him tremble as he swept his tongue over his asshole again. Dug his fingers into the curves of his ass and made him whimper. After a while he felt Bulgaria move, rolling back to press against his mouth, then grinding down against the mattress.
That was when he realized – Bulgaria wasn't touching himself. Rocking his hips against the mattress, sure. Spreading his legs wider and exposing himself even more, yes. Getting off, definitely. But he wasn't touching himself.
Romania's mind swam. He pictured it. Bulgaria gripping the bedsheets. Biting at his knuckles. Tears pricking at the corner of his eyes from how overwhelmed he was, how good it felt.
Well.
Romania slid one hand down between his own legs. Got his trousers open. He couldn't help himself, because all he could think of was what Bulgaria must look like at that moment, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted and his breath coming fast, faster.
The movement must have caused him to slow, because a moment later Bulgaria was pressing back against Romania's mouth, his thighs trembling. "God, Ro – don't stop. Please –"
How could he ignore a request like that?
He devoured him.
It didn't take long. Not after that. Not with Bulgaria grinding himself into the mattress while Romania ate his ass. All it took was a few more slow, wet sweeps. Circling the sensitive skin there. Pressing his tongue against it. Romania heard a soft moan, felt Bulgaria's body go rigid – then ease, slowly relaxing under him.
Romania got himself off. A few tight strokes, his cheek resting against Bulgaria's hip. He thought about fucking him but knew there was no way he'd get to that point, that he was too far gone already. Between the sounds Bulgaria had made, and the position they'd been in – Bulgaria, begging for him, spread out for him, soft and shameless and open and intimate – Romania knew he would never get enough of that. He'd lick his ass a thousand times if it meant Bulgaria would make himself vulnerable like that.
He'd enjoy every minute of it, too.
As it was, he rested a while in a post-orgasm haze, running his tongue over his lips.
"We're going to have to change the sheets," Bulgaria mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Oh, come on." Taking that as a cue to move, Romania sat up and swept his hair out of his eyes. He was a flushed mess, and one glance at Bulgaria told him that he was the same. "You're always worrying over something."
There was a soft sound of protest from Bulgaria, who couldn't seem to muster up anything more to say.
Rising, Romania went to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. He bent to kiss his hair, then lingered close, breathing in the soft scent of rose shampoo.
Warm fingers brushed over his hand. Linked with his. Squeezed gently, then stayed, as if not wanting to let go.
They'd both have to get cleaned up eventually. Romania would brush his teeth, change the sheets. He might even pull Bulgaria into the shower with him. But for a while – just a little while – he wanted to stay like this.
A little self-indulgence never hurt.