Heated [Estonia/Iceland]
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roesslyngTitle: Heated
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Iceland
Rating: 18+
Length: 490
Summary: Fever sex.
Other: Response to a request thread at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Heated
When Estonia decided to visit Iceland, he was well aware of his friend’s illness, and thus is was no surprise when he found him in bed, exhausted and flushed from fever. For a while they talked together, Iceland’s words slow and soft and tired. “Too warm,” he complained, blinking blearily.
Estonia nodded. Iceland’s cheeks were certainly unusually rosy, though the result was not unattractive. Lifting a hand, he brushed his fingertips over his cheeks, finding them quite warm – a strange, but somehow pleasant change from the familiar chill. “Yes,” he said. “You’re burning up.” Though he wasn’t entirely sure he should admit it, Estonia found it was a good look for him. As he cupped his cheek with a careful hand and brushed his thumb over Iceland’s rough, chapped lips, he reflected that yes, that was true. Yes.
When Estonia kissed him, Iceland’s eyes widened in surprise. However, surprised though he was, he returned the gesture softly, languidly. As it broke he arched an eyebrow and murmured, “Why?” Though it was not unusual for them to exchange such gestures of affection, it seemed to him a rather odd time for it.
It seemed there was no way to get out of explaining it. “You look good like this,” Estonia replied. That made both eyebrows raise in response, and so he continued. “Flushed and hot, I mean. You’re normally so pale.”
Iceland flushed a shade or two further at that. “Really,” he said dryly, trying to act as though it was the illness that caused his reaction, and not Estonia’s words.
“Yes.” When Estonia kissed him again, Iceland responded to his gesture with neither surprise nor resistance. The tongue brushing his lips was met with a content sigh and an open mouth, drawing it in, stroking. He offered no complaint as to the annoying way the spectacles bumped as they kissed, but when it broke again, he lifted a pale hand and removed them, setting them on the bedside table. Then their kisses began anew, affectionate pressure against his mouth, then fluttering, damp brushes over his neck, making him sigh and arch, breath quickening. When Estonia’s careful fingers trailed over him and slipped beneath his clothing, Iceland didn’t resist, but yielded to the touch, gasping as a careful hand slid between his legs. After a time Iceland sought to return the gestures, fumbling with button and zipper before slipping his hand down the front of Estonia’s pants, finding him surprisingly hard.
They continued in that way, working each other as they kissed deeply, slowly, gently, each gasp and groan muffled by each other’s mouth until they finally brought each other over. When they were finished, panting and lingering close, stealing soft kisses, Iceland found himself more flustered than he had ever been. He resolved to remind Estonia later that if he found that so attractive, it would be worth his time to put more effort into putting him in that state.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Iceland
Rating: 18+
Length: 490
Summary: Fever sex.
Other: Response to a request thread at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Heated
When Estonia decided to visit Iceland, he was well aware of his friend’s illness, and thus is was no surprise when he found him in bed, exhausted and flushed from fever. For a while they talked together, Iceland’s words slow and soft and tired. “Too warm,” he complained, blinking blearily.
Estonia nodded. Iceland’s cheeks were certainly unusually rosy, though the result was not unattractive. Lifting a hand, he brushed his fingertips over his cheeks, finding them quite warm – a strange, but somehow pleasant change from the familiar chill. “Yes,” he said. “You’re burning up.” Though he wasn’t entirely sure he should admit it, Estonia found it was a good look for him. As he cupped his cheek with a careful hand and brushed his thumb over Iceland’s rough, chapped lips, he reflected that yes, that was true. Yes.
When Estonia kissed him, Iceland’s eyes widened in surprise. However, surprised though he was, he returned the gesture softly, languidly. As it broke he arched an eyebrow and murmured, “Why?” Though it was not unusual for them to exchange such gestures of affection, it seemed to him a rather odd time for it.
It seemed there was no way to get out of explaining it. “You look good like this,” Estonia replied. That made both eyebrows raise in response, and so he continued. “Flushed and hot, I mean. You’re normally so pale.”
Iceland flushed a shade or two further at that. “Really,” he said dryly, trying to act as though it was the illness that caused his reaction, and not Estonia’s words.
“Yes.” When Estonia kissed him again, Iceland responded to his gesture with neither surprise nor resistance. The tongue brushing his lips was met with a content sigh and an open mouth, drawing it in, stroking. He offered no complaint as to the annoying way the spectacles bumped as they kissed, but when it broke again, he lifted a pale hand and removed them, setting them on the bedside table. Then their kisses began anew, affectionate pressure against his mouth, then fluttering, damp brushes over his neck, making him sigh and arch, breath quickening. When Estonia’s careful fingers trailed over him and slipped beneath his clothing, Iceland didn’t resist, but yielded to the touch, gasping as a careful hand slid between his legs. After a time Iceland sought to return the gestures, fumbling with button and zipper before slipping his hand down the front of Estonia’s pants, finding him surprisingly hard.
They continued in that way, working each other as they kissed deeply, slowly, gently, each gasp and groan muffled by each other’s mouth until they finally brought each other over. When they were finished, panting and lingering close, stealing soft kisses, Iceland found himself more flustered than he had ever been. He resolved to remind Estonia later that if he found that so attractive, it would be worth his time to put more effort into putting him in that state.
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