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Thoroughgoing [Netherlands/Romania]
Title: Thoroughgoing
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Romania
Rating: 18+ (fisting, blowjobs)
Length: ~2500
Summary: They decide to try something new, just for the hell of it.
Other: This has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, and I'm glad it's finally done, because I'm very happy with it.
Thoroughgoing
Slipping into Netherlands' apartment, pressing the door shut. Alone together, finally. Not that Romania was usually picky about showing a little affection when they were out, but some things, he thought, required privacy.
He unzipped his jacket, but didn't have time to shrug it off. Netherlands wrapped his arms around him before he could move, pulling him close from behind. It was awkward, standing there in the tight entrance, but for the moment Romania didn't care. He let out a soft laugh, closed his eyes, and leaned back into him.
"Eager to get your hands on me, aren't you?"
There came a low huff from behind him. Warmth as Netherlands dipped his head, nuzzled at him. Tightened his hold to pull him closer. "I might be." His voice was low, a mutter with a roughness that contrasted the gentler tone that followed. "...You don't mind." More of a statement than a question.
"Of course I don't mind." I've been wanting you to touch me all day, Romania thought. He certainly wasn't going to object now, not with the heat of Netherlands' body, the press of his lips against his hair, the sensation of one of those big, broad hands trailing of the thin fabric of Romania's shirt until it cupped his face.
Netherlands hadn't taken off his gloves.
Romania breathed in deep the scent of leather. Turned and pressed his face to his palm. Part of him wanted to stay like that, exactly like that, warm and affectionate, halfway in and halfway out of their outdoor clothing.
As Netherlands' thumb brushed against his lower lip, Romania thought of something else. Here. Just here. Turn around, press him against the door. Sink down to his knees right there on the mat, with the damp tracked in from outside. The possibility was enough to make him suck in a sharp breath and open his mouth, just enough to take the tip of his thumb into it.
He wondered if Netherlands could feel that through the leather.
Whether he could or not, Netherlands did know what was going on in Romania's mind. He straightened a little, shifting as if to check and make sure that what was going on was what he thought it was.
Romania grinned, biting down gently before letting go.
"Not here," Netherlands muttered, carefully removing his hand to trail it away. Then he drew away himself, moving to slip the rain-damp jacket from Romania's shoulders, as if the contact had been nothing, as if he hadn't initiated anything suggestive himself.
"No?"
"I didn't say not at all," Netherlands clarified. "Just not here."
When Romania turned to look at him, he saw he had one of those smug little smirks that he loved so much.
Of course. Better to be more comfortable.
'Comfort' was a good word for it. Over the years, Romania had become used to Netherlands' bed – or as used as he could get when their visits weren't half as frequent as either of them would like. He knew that mattress, those neatly-made-up bedclothes, the scent of clean laundry.
He tilted his head back. Met Netherlands' mouth as it came crashing down. Sank his fingers into his hair to keep him there.
He wasn't going to let him get away. Not after he'd been waiting for this all day and for months before that.
Eventually, he let Netherlands pull away with a groan. Romania pressed his face to the crook of his neck, closed his eyes, and shivered as Netherlands slid a hand along his hip. Wide palm and long fingers.
"You took your gloves off," Romania complained.
"I wasn't gonna wear those in bed."
"No?"
"No. Not with what we'll be doing."
Romania let out a little laugh at that, and rested back against the pillow again, the better to look up at him. "What did you think I wanted you to do?"
"Uh..."
The deep blush spreading over Netherlands' face gave enough for him to hazard a guess.
Romania laughed again and pulled him in for a kiss.
He'd tease him about it later, but for the moment, there were other things he wanted.
It didn't take much. A bit of suggestive shifting and a few words muttered by Netherlands' ear. That he liked his hands. That he'd been thinking about them all day. That he wanted Netherlands' fingers in him right now.
Funny how fast he moved after that. The blush spreading over Netherlands' cheeks as he got down to business – and to think that Romania could still make him blush. It wasn't something just anybody could say.
And the way those fingers filled him. Oh, did they ever. Long and thick, two of them, eased in slowly and more than enough. Romania's breath caught as he rocked up against them, felt the gentle curve of them. The press of Netherlands' mouth against his throat.
"Like that?" Soft, gruff. Curious muttering against his collarbone.
"God, yes." Romania panted the words. Fluttered his eyes open to stare up at the ceiling. "Could be more, though."
"Really."
"Oh, sure. Stick all of them in there."
A long pause. "You're not serious."
"I'm never serious." He rolled his hips again, and felt more than heard Netherlands' breath catch. "But I mean... I dunno. Why not?" Not exactly persuasive, and it was pretty damn hard to articulate anything properly. But that wasn't the only thing that was hard.
There was another moment, long and quiet as Netherlands thought about it
Then he moved to kiss him.
It was an answer, but the meaning wasn't clear until he felt those thick fingers sliding deeper inside of him. And then – then, he grinned against Netherlands' mouth, clung to him and held him there.
Why not?
Why not.
It was so much.
Romania tilted his head back. Breathed. Felt the shape of Netherlands' fingers inside of him.
He hadn't needed any more coaxing after that. Just one kiss, and Romania biting down on his lip. It was as if Netherlands was as curious about it as he was. As if he wanted to find out for himself just what it would be like.
Thick, broad, heavy. In, out. Slow. Romania stared hazily upward, watching slivers of light that filtered in through the curtains from outside. Somehow, he'd been able to relax enough for Netherlands to fit his entire damn hand inside of him, and – well, no, it wasn't "somehow". He knew exactly how that had happened.
Soft kisses to his neck. That warm voice, deep and low, murmuring for confirmation to go farther as Netherlands coaxed another finger into him. The comfort of the bed, which he had come to know well, though of course no as well as his own, familiar sheets bunched in his fingers.
No, it wasn't "somehow" at all.
In, out. Deep, deeper. Slow.
Netherlands was down below, his cheek resting against Romania's thigh. Glancing toward his face, Romania saw what he expected to see: a look of intense concentration as Netherlands kept his eyes on the show, coupled with a deep blush across his cheeks. He must have sucked in a breath, made some noise, as at that moment Netherlands' gaze slid over to meet his.
"How's this?" The question was punctuated b a slight curve of the fingers, a movement that made Romania shiver and groan, rocking his hips as if he could possibly take more of him.
"It's..." The word was breathy on Romania's lips. Hot and dazed, he searched for a word, swallowing harshly before settling for – "Good. It's good. Keep going, I'm almost..."
He didn't bother to finish his sentence.
Through hazy eyes, he saw Netherlands grin. Saw his expression shift slightly, as a thought occurred to him. Saw his head dip low.
Slick, wet tongue sweeping over the head of his cock. Tears pricked the corners of Romania's eyes as he came, the sensation so much he could do little more than bite out a gasp.
Romania shut his eyes tight, rested his head back, and let the orgasm wash over him in waves. It was warm, it was intense, it was so much, and he was so full.
He was conscious of the weight of Netherlands' hand inside of him, the shape of it, those broad fingers deep, stretching him wide, wider than any cock ever could.
He let out a soft sound. Normally, he wasn't quiet at all; now, all he could do was whimper.
Netherlands was patient while Romania rode it out. Quiet. Waiting. When the shivering stopped, when his breathing evened, Romania opened his eyes and found Netherlands watching him, his eyes curious.
"You good?" Netherlands asked. Gruff and to-the-point, but Romania could hear the softness behind the words.
It took Romania a moment to put his tongue in order.
"Yeah," he said. Still feeling flushed, heady, he paused, then repeated, "...That was the best orgasm I've had in a hundred years."
Those eyes flickered, and Netherlands smirked. Smug, self-satisfied, not that Romania could blame him for that. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
It took a few moments before Romania felt properly coherent. After Netherlands eased his hand out of him, disappearing into the bathroom to clean up, Romania stared up at the ceiling and tried to put himself together.
Easier said than done. He was still dazed when Netherlands returned, sinking down onto the bed beside him. One glance, and he saw the raised eyebrow, the smirk still on those lips.
"You're still out of it," Netherlands observed.
"Can you blame me?" Romania rolled his eyes, then reached for him. "Here, come here."
He pressed Netherlands onto his back, then moved low.
Still hard, Netherlands' cock was flushed and huge, the head slick with precome. As Romania wrapped his fingers around it, Netherlands slid his hands through Romania's hair, coiling the long strands around his fingers to hold them out of his face.
Romania smiled. His gaze flitted up to Netherlands' face, taking in the flush across his cheeks, the way arousal softened his expression. "Making sure you don't miss the show, huh?" he asked, lips brushing against Netherlands' cock.
"Uh." Netherlands swept a tongue over his lips, as if even forming a coherent sentence was beyond him. "Yeah."
So articulate, Romania thought. Considered teasing him about it, but didn't. Netherlands had indulged him; might as well return the favour.
He let his eyes fall shut as he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. Kept it slow, slow. If Netherlands wanted a show, Romania would give him one. And hey, it wasn't like he wasn't thankful. So he kept his mouth loose and slick, sloppy and wet as he dipped his head, withdrew. Again, low. Netherlands was big, but this was hardly their first time together, and Romania knew what he could take. In that post-orgasm haze, it wasn't hard to take all of it. Well, almost all of it. Let his hands indulge what his mouth couldn't reach, sliding along the shaft, dipping low to cup at his balls. A soft groan at that, which was what Romania expected. He'd have smirked if his mouth wasn't full.
When the grip on his hair tightened, he knew what to expect. He kept his breath steady, letting Netherlands fuck his face, keeping it loose so that he could thrust up into him, force his mouth down. Romania moaned around his cock, and yeah, at this point it was for show, his own arousal completely spent after what Netherlands had done to him – but he knew Netherlands, and he knew what got him going.
His hands moved to Netherlands' thighs, gripping them as he let him fuck his mouth. Romania huffed, somehow managing to breathe in spite of it all, his mouth wet with saliva, jaw starting to ache. He did nothing to stop it, just let Netherlands force his head down again, taking it – all of it – just as he'd taken it a moment ago, letting Netherlands fill him.
He wondered if that was the point. If Netherlands was thinking of it like that. If he was getting off on knowing that he'd filled him completely, both holes stretched near to the limit.
The thought of it made Romania blush, and he felt something that could have been the stir of arousal if he weren't already so thoroughly spent.
He heard the familiar grunt, the quickening of breath. Felt Netherlands' grip ease, a courtesy, enough for him to withdraw, wrap his lips around the head. Enough that he wouldn't choke when he came.
How considerate.
Familiar taste. He swallowed it all. Not that he'd have wanted to do much else. Or could have, with Netherlands holding him as he was, even with the gentler grip on his head. Romania didn't doubt that was on purpose.
He didn't mind at all.
Finally, those strong fingers let go of his hair. Let go of his head. Brushed at his cheek, then fell. Romania looked up, blinking slowly as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. It was slick with drool, but – well. Nothing unexpected there.
Glancing at Netherlands, he found him staring at the ceiling, looking dazed. Just as dazed as Romania had looked earlier, probably.
"That good, huh?" Romania asked, smirking when Netherlands met his eyes.
A blush spread over Netherlands' cheeks. "Yeah." His teeth bit at his lower lip, as if he were thinking that he should say something else, something more intimate or more flattering, but didn't know what. Finally, he settled for, "C'mere." It would have sounded rough and blunt at any other time, but now there was softness, gentleness to it in spite of that.
He didn't have to say it twice. Romania climbed over his body, dipping his head low to kiss him. Let Netherlands slid his tongue into his mouth to taste himself, as if he couldn't resist penetrating him just one more time, in one more way. Opening wide for him, Romania drank in the sensation, the warmth of him, letting his hands sink into his hair, clinging, not wanting to let go.
After, he breathed, nestled close. The windows were bright with afternoon sunlight; the rain had stopped, and now warmth spilled into the room. Netherlands' fingertips were warm on his skin, tracing lazy circles down his spine.
"We should..." A low mumble from Netherlands.
"We should...?" Romania asked.
"...Do something." Netherlands cleared his throat. "I guess."
"I don't think I can get it up again. And I bet you can't either."
Netherlands snorted. "Not that." He waved a hand vaguely. "Something else."
"Something...?" It wasn't a mystery. Get cleaned up. Go do something. The afternoon was rolling on, and Netherlands would want to start making dinner in a while. But not yet. There was still plenty of day left. Romania breathed deeply, and nestled closer, pressing up against Netherlands as the warm sun pressed down on them. "I would like nothing better than to spend the rest of the afternoon doing nothing in bed with you."
A soft huff. Almost a laugh. Long fingers stroking his hair, tucking it behind his ear. "You're serious?"
"Sure. This time, anyway."
Nothing more. Nothing else. Just a long, content sigh. More than enough of an agreement that for the moment, doing nothing was fine.
'Something' could wait.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Romania
Rating: 18+ (fisting, blowjobs)
Length: ~2500
Summary: They decide to try something new, just for the hell of it.
Other: This has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, and I'm glad it's finally done, because I'm very happy with it.
Thoroughgoing
Slipping into Netherlands' apartment, pressing the door shut. Alone together, finally. Not that Romania was usually picky about showing a little affection when they were out, but some things, he thought, required privacy.
He unzipped his jacket, but didn't have time to shrug it off. Netherlands wrapped his arms around him before he could move, pulling him close from behind. It was awkward, standing there in the tight entrance, but for the moment Romania didn't care. He let out a soft laugh, closed his eyes, and leaned back into him.
"Eager to get your hands on me, aren't you?"
There came a low huff from behind him. Warmth as Netherlands dipped his head, nuzzled at him. Tightened his hold to pull him closer. "I might be." His voice was low, a mutter with a roughness that contrasted the gentler tone that followed. "...You don't mind." More of a statement than a question.
"Of course I don't mind." I've been wanting you to touch me all day, Romania thought. He certainly wasn't going to object now, not with the heat of Netherlands' body, the press of his lips against his hair, the sensation of one of those big, broad hands trailing of the thin fabric of Romania's shirt until it cupped his face.
Netherlands hadn't taken off his gloves.
Romania breathed in deep the scent of leather. Turned and pressed his face to his palm. Part of him wanted to stay like that, exactly like that, warm and affectionate, halfway in and halfway out of their outdoor clothing.
As Netherlands' thumb brushed against his lower lip, Romania thought of something else. Here. Just here. Turn around, press him against the door. Sink down to his knees right there on the mat, with the damp tracked in from outside. The possibility was enough to make him suck in a sharp breath and open his mouth, just enough to take the tip of his thumb into it.
He wondered if Netherlands could feel that through the leather.
Whether he could or not, Netherlands did know what was going on in Romania's mind. He straightened a little, shifting as if to check and make sure that what was going on was what he thought it was.
Romania grinned, biting down gently before letting go.
"Not here," Netherlands muttered, carefully removing his hand to trail it away. Then he drew away himself, moving to slip the rain-damp jacket from Romania's shoulders, as if the contact had been nothing, as if he hadn't initiated anything suggestive himself.
"No?"
"I didn't say not at all," Netherlands clarified. "Just not here."
When Romania turned to look at him, he saw he had one of those smug little smirks that he loved so much.
Of course. Better to be more comfortable.
'Comfort' was a good word for it. Over the years, Romania had become used to Netherlands' bed – or as used as he could get when their visits weren't half as frequent as either of them would like. He knew that mattress, those neatly-made-up bedclothes, the scent of clean laundry.
He tilted his head back. Met Netherlands' mouth as it came crashing down. Sank his fingers into his hair to keep him there.
He wasn't going to let him get away. Not after he'd been waiting for this all day and for months before that.
Eventually, he let Netherlands pull away with a groan. Romania pressed his face to the crook of his neck, closed his eyes, and shivered as Netherlands slid a hand along his hip. Wide palm and long fingers.
"You took your gloves off," Romania complained.
"I wasn't gonna wear those in bed."
"No?"
"No. Not with what we'll be doing."
Romania let out a little laugh at that, and rested back against the pillow again, the better to look up at him. "What did you think I wanted you to do?"
"Uh..."
The deep blush spreading over Netherlands' face gave enough for him to hazard a guess.
Romania laughed again and pulled him in for a kiss.
He'd tease him about it later, but for the moment, there were other things he wanted.
It didn't take much. A bit of suggestive shifting and a few words muttered by Netherlands' ear. That he liked his hands. That he'd been thinking about them all day. That he wanted Netherlands' fingers in him right now.
Funny how fast he moved after that. The blush spreading over Netherlands' cheeks as he got down to business – and to think that Romania could still make him blush. It wasn't something just anybody could say.
And the way those fingers filled him. Oh, did they ever. Long and thick, two of them, eased in slowly and more than enough. Romania's breath caught as he rocked up against them, felt the gentle curve of them. The press of Netherlands' mouth against his throat.
"Like that?" Soft, gruff. Curious muttering against his collarbone.
"God, yes." Romania panted the words. Fluttered his eyes open to stare up at the ceiling. "Could be more, though."
"Really."
"Oh, sure. Stick all of them in there."
A long pause. "You're not serious."
"I'm never serious." He rolled his hips again, and felt more than heard Netherlands' breath catch. "But I mean... I dunno. Why not?" Not exactly persuasive, and it was pretty damn hard to articulate anything properly. But that wasn't the only thing that was hard.
There was another moment, long and quiet as Netherlands thought about it
Then he moved to kiss him.
It was an answer, but the meaning wasn't clear until he felt those thick fingers sliding deeper inside of him. And then – then, he grinned against Netherlands' mouth, clung to him and held him there.
Why not?
Why not.
It was so much.
Romania tilted his head back. Breathed. Felt the shape of Netherlands' fingers inside of him.
He hadn't needed any more coaxing after that. Just one kiss, and Romania biting down on his lip. It was as if Netherlands was as curious about it as he was. As if he wanted to find out for himself just what it would be like.
Thick, broad, heavy. In, out. Slow. Romania stared hazily upward, watching slivers of light that filtered in through the curtains from outside. Somehow, he'd been able to relax enough for Netherlands to fit his entire damn hand inside of him, and – well, no, it wasn't "somehow". He knew exactly how that had happened.
Soft kisses to his neck. That warm voice, deep and low, murmuring for confirmation to go farther as Netherlands coaxed another finger into him. The comfort of the bed, which he had come to know well, though of course no as well as his own, familiar sheets bunched in his fingers.
No, it wasn't "somehow" at all.
In, out. Deep, deeper. Slow.
Netherlands was down below, his cheek resting against Romania's thigh. Glancing toward his face, Romania saw what he expected to see: a look of intense concentration as Netherlands kept his eyes on the show, coupled with a deep blush across his cheeks. He must have sucked in a breath, made some noise, as at that moment Netherlands' gaze slid over to meet his.
"How's this?" The question was punctuated b a slight curve of the fingers, a movement that made Romania shiver and groan, rocking his hips as if he could possibly take more of him.
"It's..." The word was breathy on Romania's lips. Hot and dazed, he searched for a word, swallowing harshly before settling for – "Good. It's good. Keep going, I'm almost..."
He didn't bother to finish his sentence.
Through hazy eyes, he saw Netherlands grin. Saw his expression shift slightly, as a thought occurred to him. Saw his head dip low.
Slick, wet tongue sweeping over the head of his cock. Tears pricked the corners of Romania's eyes as he came, the sensation so much he could do little more than bite out a gasp.
Romania shut his eyes tight, rested his head back, and let the orgasm wash over him in waves. It was warm, it was intense, it was so much, and he was so full.
He was conscious of the weight of Netherlands' hand inside of him, the shape of it, those broad fingers deep, stretching him wide, wider than any cock ever could.
He let out a soft sound. Normally, he wasn't quiet at all; now, all he could do was whimper.
Netherlands was patient while Romania rode it out. Quiet. Waiting. When the shivering stopped, when his breathing evened, Romania opened his eyes and found Netherlands watching him, his eyes curious.
"You good?" Netherlands asked. Gruff and to-the-point, but Romania could hear the softness behind the words.
It took Romania a moment to put his tongue in order.
"Yeah," he said. Still feeling flushed, heady, he paused, then repeated, "...That was the best orgasm I've had in a hundred years."
Those eyes flickered, and Netherlands smirked. Smug, self-satisfied, not that Romania could blame him for that. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
It took a few moments before Romania felt properly coherent. After Netherlands eased his hand out of him, disappearing into the bathroom to clean up, Romania stared up at the ceiling and tried to put himself together.
Easier said than done. He was still dazed when Netherlands returned, sinking down onto the bed beside him. One glance, and he saw the raised eyebrow, the smirk still on those lips.
"You're still out of it," Netherlands observed.
"Can you blame me?" Romania rolled his eyes, then reached for him. "Here, come here."
He pressed Netherlands onto his back, then moved low.
Still hard, Netherlands' cock was flushed and huge, the head slick with precome. As Romania wrapped his fingers around it, Netherlands slid his hands through Romania's hair, coiling the long strands around his fingers to hold them out of his face.
Romania smiled. His gaze flitted up to Netherlands' face, taking in the flush across his cheeks, the way arousal softened his expression. "Making sure you don't miss the show, huh?" he asked, lips brushing against Netherlands' cock.
"Uh." Netherlands swept a tongue over his lips, as if even forming a coherent sentence was beyond him. "Yeah."
So articulate, Romania thought. Considered teasing him about it, but didn't. Netherlands had indulged him; might as well return the favour.
He let his eyes fall shut as he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. Kept it slow, slow. If Netherlands wanted a show, Romania would give him one. And hey, it wasn't like he wasn't thankful. So he kept his mouth loose and slick, sloppy and wet as he dipped his head, withdrew. Again, low. Netherlands was big, but this was hardly their first time together, and Romania knew what he could take. In that post-orgasm haze, it wasn't hard to take all of it. Well, almost all of it. Let his hands indulge what his mouth couldn't reach, sliding along the shaft, dipping low to cup at his balls. A soft groan at that, which was what Romania expected. He'd have smirked if his mouth wasn't full.
When the grip on his hair tightened, he knew what to expect. He kept his breath steady, letting Netherlands fuck his face, keeping it loose so that he could thrust up into him, force his mouth down. Romania moaned around his cock, and yeah, at this point it was for show, his own arousal completely spent after what Netherlands had done to him – but he knew Netherlands, and he knew what got him going.
His hands moved to Netherlands' thighs, gripping them as he let him fuck his mouth. Romania huffed, somehow managing to breathe in spite of it all, his mouth wet with saliva, jaw starting to ache. He did nothing to stop it, just let Netherlands force his head down again, taking it – all of it – just as he'd taken it a moment ago, letting Netherlands fill him.
He wondered if that was the point. If Netherlands was thinking of it like that. If he was getting off on knowing that he'd filled him completely, both holes stretched near to the limit.
The thought of it made Romania blush, and he felt something that could have been the stir of arousal if he weren't already so thoroughly spent.
He heard the familiar grunt, the quickening of breath. Felt Netherlands' grip ease, a courtesy, enough for him to withdraw, wrap his lips around the head. Enough that he wouldn't choke when he came.
How considerate.
Familiar taste. He swallowed it all. Not that he'd have wanted to do much else. Or could have, with Netherlands holding him as he was, even with the gentler grip on his head. Romania didn't doubt that was on purpose.
He didn't mind at all.
Finally, those strong fingers let go of his hair. Let go of his head. Brushed at his cheek, then fell. Romania looked up, blinking slowly as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. It was slick with drool, but – well. Nothing unexpected there.
Glancing at Netherlands, he found him staring at the ceiling, looking dazed. Just as dazed as Romania had looked earlier, probably.
"That good, huh?" Romania asked, smirking when Netherlands met his eyes.
A blush spread over Netherlands' cheeks. "Yeah." His teeth bit at his lower lip, as if he were thinking that he should say something else, something more intimate or more flattering, but didn't know what. Finally, he settled for, "C'mere." It would have sounded rough and blunt at any other time, but now there was softness, gentleness to it in spite of that.
He didn't have to say it twice. Romania climbed over his body, dipping his head low to kiss him. Let Netherlands slid his tongue into his mouth to taste himself, as if he couldn't resist penetrating him just one more time, in one more way. Opening wide for him, Romania drank in the sensation, the warmth of him, letting his hands sink into his hair, clinging, not wanting to let go.
After, he breathed, nestled close. The windows were bright with afternoon sunlight; the rain had stopped, and now warmth spilled into the room. Netherlands' fingertips were warm on his skin, tracing lazy circles down his spine.
"We should..." A low mumble from Netherlands.
"We should...?" Romania asked.
"...Do something." Netherlands cleared his throat. "I guess."
"I don't think I can get it up again. And I bet you can't either."
Netherlands snorted. "Not that." He waved a hand vaguely. "Something else."
"Something...?" It wasn't a mystery. Get cleaned up. Go do something. The afternoon was rolling on, and Netherlands would want to start making dinner in a while. But not yet. There was still plenty of day left. Romania breathed deeply, and nestled closer, pressing up against Netherlands as the warm sun pressed down on them. "I would like nothing better than to spend the rest of the afternoon doing nothing in bed with you."
A soft huff. Almost a laugh. Long fingers stroking his hair, tucking it behind his ear. "You're serious?"
"Sure. This time, anyway."
Nothing more. Nothing else. Just a long, content sigh. More than enough of an agreement that for the moment, doing nothing was fine.
'Something' could wait.