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Breathless [Norway/Sweden]
Title: Breathless
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: 330
Summary: Rough, breathy sex.
Other: Response to a ficlet request thread on the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Breathless
Trapped flat on his back against the hardwood floor, Norway accepted the attack on his mouth, returning every bite, tug and open-mouthed kiss with relish, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Sweden’s spectacles bumped jostled and pressed with every kiss, irritating yet somehow a welcome discomfort. Tightly pinned and with not a hair of space between himself and the large frame above him, Norway could feel Sweden’s arousal through his clothing, rock-hard pressure. He purred and kissed him again, tongue snaking into his mouth, his long fingers bunching in Sweden’s hair as he rocked upward. His reward was rough friction accompanied by a muffled groan as Sweden ground him into the floor.
That kiss was broken with a rough bite to the lower lip. They paused, their breath quick, hot and heavy on their damp, bruised mouths. “Now.” Norway tilted his head and whispered it, his voice low and husky as his lips brushed Sweden’s ear. “Fuck me now.” It was an instruction readily accepted and large, calloused hands went to work, stripping the both of them. No time was wasted and in little time he was bare, the floor cool against his back as he arched, groaning as with little ceremony slick, ready fingers delved into him. Soon something else filled him.
Their movements were hard and fast, the sound of Sweden’s groaning and Norway’s growling muffled by each other’s mouths. Norway dug his fingernails into Sweden’s shoulders, gripping and scratching until they were slick with blood. Hot and breathless, gasping, every movement drew out sound as with each rough movement they drew close, closer. Norway tilted his head until once again his lips brushed Sweden’s ear. “Harder,” he hissed, biting at his earlobe, an action that made Sweden gasp. “Fuck me harder.” His lover enthusiastically obeyed, and soon he was brought over. Soon they were both brought over.
Afterward they rested, finished, tangled together, and there was nothing but the sound of their quick, ragged breathing.
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: 330
Summary: Rough, breathy sex.
Other: Response to a ficlet request thread on the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Breathless
Trapped flat on his back against the hardwood floor, Norway accepted the attack on his mouth, returning every bite, tug and open-mouthed kiss with relish, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Sweden’s spectacles bumped jostled and pressed with every kiss, irritating yet somehow a welcome discomfort. Tightly pinned and with not a hair of space between himself and the large frame above him, Norway could feel Sweden’s arousal through his clothing, rock-hard pressure. He purred and kissed him again, tongue snaking into his mouth, his long fingers bunching in Sweden’s hair as he rocked upward. His reward was rough friction accompanied by a muffled groan as Sweden ground him into the floor.
That kiss was broken with a rough bite to the lower lip. They paused, their breath quick, hot and heavy on their damp, bruised mouths. “Now.” Norway tilted his head and whispered it, his voice low and husky as his lips brushed Sweden’s ear. “Fuck me now.” It was an instruction readily accepted and large, calloused hands went to work, stripping the both of them. No time was wasted and in little time he was bare, the floor cool against his back as he arched, groaning as with little ceremony slick, ready fingers delved into him. Soon something else filled him.
Their movements were hard and fast, the sound of Sweden’s groaning and Norway’s growling muffled by each other’s mouths. Norway dug his fingernails into Sweden’s shoulders, gripping and scratching until they were slick with blood. Hot and breathless, gasping, every movement drew out sound as with each rough movement they drew close, closer. Norway tilted his head until once again his lips brushed Sweden’s ear. “Harder,” he hissed, biting at his earlobe, an action that made Sweden gasp. “Fuck me harder.” His lover enthusiastically obeyed, and soon he was brought over. Soon they were both brought over.
Afterward they rested, finished, tangled together, and there was nothing but the sound of their quick, ragged breathing.