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Certainty [Estonia/Finland]
Title: Certainty
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 18+
Length: ~1740 words
Summary: The removal of glasses is an expression of trust. After all, his glasses represent a particular location.
Other: Written for the Hetalia kink meme. (Original post).
Certainty
The setting sun's warm orange glow slipped its fingers in through the partially closed blinds. Estonia pressed one of the slats down, looked out at the sky and all its colours, and watched the sun sink. In the background he could hear the sound of running water as Finland fetched them both cool drinks. Only moments ago the two of them had been out walking, enjoying the warm evening and the pleasant scenery.
Their time together had been Finland's idea, though Finland himself wouldn't have realised it. "We don't see enough of each other," he had said the last time they had seen each other. A month ago. A quick lunch caught during a break at a world meeting. There hadn't been time to get together since. Estonia had thought about it, considered what his friend had said, and then he had extended an invitation that was readily accepted. It had been difficult for them to find the time, but nevertheless they found it, and soon they were together in lovely Tartu, enjoying each other's company and all that entailed.
Tartu, that city of culture and learning. It might not have been his capital, but Estonia was fond of it. Many times even just thinking of the place was enough to warm his heart. He twisted the knob on the blinds to open the slats, and then looked out at the skyline, smiling a little at the sight of the brightly-coloured horizon. Yes, he thought as he pushed his glasses up a bit. He liked Tartu. But any place was better with company.
The sound of socked feet announced Finland's arrival.
"Hope you don't mind." Finland pressed the glass into his hand and said, "There isn't any ice." His tone was light and teasing, as if he fully intended on chastising Estonia for the oversight. "I had to run the glass under the tap to get it cold."
"It's fine," Estonia said, smiling at him before taking a long drink. Over the edge of his glass he watched Finland. His cheeks were still flushed from walking outside in the sunlight. "Enjoyed yourself today?" he asked as he handed back the glass.
"I did. It's nice to visit somewhere at your place aside from just Tallinn. A bit too warm today, though." The clink of glassware as he set them on the bedside table seemed unusually loud in the still heat. "But it was good." Before Estonia could reply Finland was in his arms, nestling close to press a kiss to his lips.
Estonia's eyes widened for a moment, then he relaxed and slid his arms around Finland's waist, returning the kiss and relishing the sensation of having him so close.
It had been a long time since they had last enjoyed each other's company that way, he reflected as Finland pushed him up against the window, the blinds clicking from the movement. Even longer since the last time that they had been able to see each other at all. He had missed it, and from the look of it, Finland had too. So he gave in to the pressure of his friend's lips and returned every firm, insistent kiss, not minding the way his glasses bumped awkwardly with every gesture. Finland's fingers ran through his hair, then cupped the back of his head to pull him in for a harder kiss, and at that Estonia parted his lips and drew in his tongue, letting him in.
Before long they were both flustered, their cheeks heated and their breath more uneven than it had a right to be. Maybe the heat was to blame for it, Estonia thought, but it was obvious that it wasn't only that. He suppressed a groan as Finland snuck his thigh between his legs to slowly rock against him. To pay him back for it Estonia slid his hands down to Finland's hips and drew him closer, pressing against him and making him let out a noise - surprised, but pleased.
They broke the kiss, but stayed close, nose-to-nose. "Finland?" Estonia murmured, before tilting his head to kiss his friend's cheek. His voice was uneven, and it shouldn't have surprised him just how worked up he had become from only that. Illogical. And yet -
Finland's response, instead of a reply, was to kiss him again, gentle but insistent and far too brief. Their eyes met for a moment, then Finland's gaze darted to the bed, and Estonia didn't need to ask him what he meant by it.
It took little more than a nod from Estonia for Finland to draw away and pull him to the bed. They sank down onto the mattress, then exchanged another long, slow, deep kiss, making up for the earlier brief one. When Estonia nudged him down, Finland yielded to him, resting back and smiling up at him.
They watched each other for a moment, not bothering to do more than touch. Estonia felt his insides tighten and twist pleasantly as he swept his eyes over Finland, taking in his lips and flushed cheeks and eyes, how relaxed he looked, how warm and welcoming. His clothes were dishevelled, some of the buttons on his shirt having come undone over the course of everything.
Estonia took in the sight of him while he could still see it. Then, when he decided he didn't want to wait any longer, he leaned in to kiss him again, keeping it soft, keeping it brief. His glasses slid down his nose, bumping awkwardly against Finland's cheek. He drew back and lifted a hand to push them back up, but stopped, and let his hand drop to rest on Finland's chest.
As they looked at each other, Estonia knew the question that Finland was going to ask before he said it; the look on his face was familiar, questioning and hopeful.
"Is it okay if I-"
"Yes." A deep breath. "Go ahead."
When Finland lifted his hands and moved to slide off the offending glasses, Estonia tensed instinctively. Careful, he thought, be careful. Then he felt Finland's fingers brush against his cheek, and the worry edged away just as quickly as it had appeared, and he breathed deeply and let him remove them.
The blur that had been Finland only a moment ago folded them neatly and set them on the bedside table. He knew how to be careful with things like that. Finland knew he had to be gentle with those glasses, because they weren't just glasses; they were his eyes, and they were that part of him that was rooted in the streets they had walked in the evening, and they were the sun-warmed stones of the institution that had been given as a gift and in the very air that surrounded all of it. Finland knew all about it, and he was careful, and his touch was steady, and with all that Estonia knew that he could trust him.
In spite of all of that knowledge, Estonia held his breath then the glasses were removed, tensed when he heard the click of metal and glass on wood. Then he relaxed, and Finland guided him in for a kiss, and all was well.
That kiss was followed by another, and then another. They continued as Finland pressed up against him, impatiently gripping at Estonia's hair and his shoulders and whatever else he could reach. Soon Estonia was struggling to satisfy him - and keep him held down on the mattress - but it was to no avail, and finally Finland laughed and flipped him over and firmly pinned him down.
It took a moment for Estonia to catch his breath. "You win," he conceded, blinking up at his friend, giving him a smile as a prize. There was no question of it. Finland had him held fast – not that he minded.
"That's right," Finland agreed, dipping his head to steal a kiss before drawing back to smile at him. Even though they were nose to nose, Estonia could barely see him. The light in the room had dimmed as the sun set, and with his glasses on the bedside table Estonia was the next thing to blind, Tartu no longer balancing carefully on his nose. But regardless of anything else, the spectacles were on the table, and they were safe, and the hands that gripped his wrists and pinned them above his head might have been worn and roughened at the tips, but they were gentle and familiar, and the mouth that closed over his own was just as familiar, and endlessly welcome.
As they pressed together Estonia saw nothing but heard and felt everything. He could feel Finland rocking against him, the friction and heat almost too much. That and the flutter of breath at his ear, teeth that nipped and tugged, and Finland's tongue sliding along his jaw, his throat, his collarbones. He felt Finland's breath waver and heard him groan as he ground down against him. Sometimes the gasps were words, accompanied by a roll of the hips, barely-articulated Finnish that Estonia could hardly make out, only catching enough to know that Finland was pleased. He responded with his own words, whispers by Finland's ear that made him shiver and press against him again, rocking into him.
When he finished it was with Finland's lips pressed against his own, his groaning silenced as Finland swallowed it. Not long after that he could feel Finland shiver as he cursed and ground even harder against him, gripping even more tightly at his wrists, until finally he, too, released.
For a long while they rested side by side in the darkened room, damp with sweat from the heat and their activities. Estonia closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Finland breathing. He could feel his blood rushing and his clothes felt incredibly uncomfortable on him. Next time, Estonia thought wearily, he would have to make sure that they bothered to take them off before getting up to this kind of thing. Finland released his hands and Estonia lifted them, cupped his face, then kissed him firmly.
With the sun fully set, the room was completely dark, and Estonia couldn't see a thing, but it didn't matter. His glasses were on the bedside table if he needed them, and in that moment, he didn't. He heard Finland whispering his name and felt his lips brushing against his cheek, upturned at the edges. That was all he needed.
End.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 18+
Length: ~1740 words
Summary: The removal of glasses is an expression of trust. After all, his glasses represent a particular location.
Other: Written for the Hetalia kink meme. (Original post).
Certainty
The setting sun's warm orange glow slipped its fingers in through the partially closed blinds. Estonia pressed one of the slats down, looked out at the sky and all its colours, and watched the sun sink. In the background he could hear the sound of running water as Finland fetched them both cool drinks. Only moments ago the two of them had been out walking, enjoying the warm evening and the pleasant scenery.
Their time together had been Finland's idea, though Finland himself wouldn't have realised it. "We don't see enough of each other," he had said the last time they had seen each other. A month ago. A quick lunch caught during a break at a world meeting. There hadn't been time to get together since. Estonia had thought about it, considered what his friend had said, and then he had extended an invitation that was readily accepted. It had been difficult for them to find the time, but nevertheless they found it, and soon they were together in lovely Tartu, enjoying each other's company and all that entailed.
Tartu, that city of culture and learning. It might not have been his capital, but Estonia was fond of it. Many times even just thinking of the place was enough to warm his heart. He twisted the knob on the blinds to open the slats, and then looked out at the skyline, smiling a little at the sight of the brightly-coloured horizon. Yes, he thought as he pushed his glasses up a bit. He liked Tartu. But any place was better with company.
The sound of socked feet announced Finland's arrival.
"Hope you don't mind." Finland pressed the glass into his hand and said, "There isn't any ice." His tone was light and teasing, as if he fully intended on chastising Estonia for the oversight. "I had to run the glass under the tap to get it cold."
"It's fine," Estonia said, smiling at him before taking a long drink. Over the edge of his glass he watched Finland. His cheeks were still flushed from walking outside in the sunlight. "Enjoyed yourself today?" he asked as he handed back the glass.
"I did. It's nice to visit somewhere at your place aside from just Tallinn. A bit too warm today, though." The clink of glassware as he set them on the bedside table seemed unusually loud in the still heat. "But it was good." Before Estonia could reply Finland was in his arms, nestling close to press a kiss to his lips.
Estonia's eyes widened for a moment, then he relaxed and slid his arms around Finland's waist, returning the kiss and relishing the sensation of having him so close.
It had been a long time since they had last enjoyed each other's company that way, he reflected as Finland pushed him up against the window, the blinds clicking from the movement. Even longer since the last time that they had been able to see each other at all. He had missed it, and from the look of it, Finland had too. So he gave in to the pressure of his friend's lips and returned every firm, insistent kiss, not minding the way his glasses bumped awkwardly with every gesture. Finland's fingers ran through his hair, then cupped the back of his head to pull him in for a harder kiss, and at that Estonia parted his lips and drew in his tongue, letting him in.
Before long they were both flustered, their cheeks heated and their breath more uneven than it had a right to be. Maybe the heat was to blame for it, Estonia thought, but it was obvious that it wasn't only that. He suppressed a groan as Finland snuck his thigh between his legs to slowly rock against him. To pay him back for it Estonia slid his hands down to Finland's hips and drew him closer, pressing against him and making him let out a noise - surprised, but pleased.
They broke the kiss, but stayed close, nose-to-nose. "Finland?" Estonia murmured, before tilting his head to kiss his friend's cheek. His voice was uneven, and it shouldn't have surprised him just how worked up he had become from only that. Illogical. And yet -
Finland's response, instead of a reply, was to kiss him again, gentle but insistent and far too brief. Their eyes met for a moment, then Finland's gaze darted to the bed, and Estonia didn't need to ask him what he meant by it.
It took little more than a nod from Estonia for Finland to draw away and pull him to the bed. They sank down onto the mattress, then exchanged another long, slow, deep kiss, making up for the earlier brief one. When Estonia nudged him down, Finland yielded to him, resting back and smiling up at him.
They watched each other for a moment, not bothering to do more than touch. Estonia felt his insides tighten and twist pleasantly as he swept his eyes over Finland, taking in his lips and flushed cheeks and eyes, how relaxed he looked, how warm and welcoming. His clothes were dishevelled, some of the buttons on his shirt having come undone over the course of everything.
Estonia took in the sight of him while he could still see it. Then, when he decided he didn't want to wait any longer, he leaned in to kiss him again, keeping it soft, keeping it brief. His glasses slid down his nose, bumping awkwardly against Finland's cheek. He drew back and lifted a hand to push them back up, but stopped, and let his hand drop to rest on Finland's chest.
As they looked at each other, Estonia knew the question that Finland was going to ask before he said it; the look on his face was familiar, questioning and hopeful.
"Is it okay if I-"
"Yes." A deep breath. "Go ahead."
When Finland lifted his hands and moved to slide off the offending glasses, Estonia tensed instinctively. Careful, he thought, be careful. Then he felt Finland's fingers brush against his cheek, and the worry edged away just as quickly as it had appeared, and he breathed deeply and let him remove them.
The blur that had been Finland only a moment ago folded them neatly and set them on the bedside table. He knew how to be careful with things like that. Finland knew he had to be gentle with those glasses, because they weren't just glasses; they were his eyes, and they were that part of him that was rooted in the streets they had walked in the evening, and they were the sun-warmed stones of the institution that had been given as a gift and in the very air that surrounded all of it. Finland knew all about it, and he was careful, and his touch was steady, and with all that Estonia knew that he could trust him.
In spite of all of that knowledge, Estonia held his breath then the glasses were removed, tensed when he heard the click of metal and glass on wood. Then he relaxed, and Finland guided him in for a kiss, and all was well.
That kiss was followed by another, and then another. They continued as Finland pressed up against him, impatiently gripping at Estonia's hair and his shoulders and whatever else he could reach. Soon Estonia was struggling to satisfy him - and keep him held down on the mattress - but it was to no avail, and finally Finland laughed and flipped him over and firmly pinned him down.
It took a moment for Estonia to catch his breath. "You win," he conceded, blinking up at his friend, giving him a smile as a prize. There was no question of it. Finland had him held fast – not that he minded.
"That's right," Finland agreed, dipping his head to steal a kiss before drawing back to smile at him. Even though they were nose to nose, Estonia could barely see him. The light in the room had dimmed as the sun set, and with his glasses on the bedside table Estonia was the next thing to blind, Tartu no longer balancing carefully on his nose. But regardless of anything else, the spectacles were on the table, and they were safe, and the hands that gripped his wrists and pinned them above his head might have been worn and roughened at the tips, but they were gentle and familiar, and the mouth that closed over his own was just as familiar, and endlessly welcome.
As they pressed together Estonia saw nothing but heard and felt everything. He could feel Finland rocking against him, the friction and heat almost too much. That and the flutter of breath at his ear, teeth that nipped and tugged, and Finland's tongue sliding along his jaw, his throat, his collarbones. He felt Finland's breath waver and heard him groan as he ground down against him. Sometimes the gasps were words, accompanied by a roll of the hips, barely-articulated Finnish that Estonia could hardly make out, only catching enough to know that Finland was pleased. He responded with his own words, whispers by Finland's ear that made him shiver and press against him again, rocking into him.
When he finished it was with Finland's lips pressed against his own, his groaning silenced as Finland swallowed it. Not long after that he could feel Finland shiver as he cursed and ground even harder against him, gripping even more tightly at his wrists, until finally he, too, released.
For a long while they rested side by side in the darkened room, damp with sweat from the heat and their activities. Estonia closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Finland breathing. He could feel his blood rushing and his clothes felt incredibly uncomfortable on him. Next time, Estonia thought wearily, he would have to make sure that they bothered to take them off before getting up to this kind of thing. Finland released his hands and Estonia lifted them, cupped his face, then kissed him firmly.
With the sun fully set, the room was completely dark, and Estonia couldn't see a thing, but it didn't matter. His glasses were on the bedside table if he needed them, and in that moment, he didn't. He heard Finland whispering his name and felt his lips brushing against his cheek, upturned at the edges. That was all he needed.
End.