Control [Denmark/Sweden]
May. 4th, 2012 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
roesslyngTitle: Control
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: ~260
Summary: Denmark is an aggressive bottom.
Other: Written in response to ficlet requests on the APH anon meme in 2009, but not posted until 2012. (Original post)
Control
Low words, harsh, growling, muttered against ragged, bloody lips. They were commands, orders, and they were quickly bent to. “Harder, deeper, faster – ahh, fuck, yeah, like that- “
Denmark groaned and leaned back, arching, watching through half-lidded eyes as the one above him moved to his orders. He took him in, all of him – in more ways than one. Eyes wandering, appreciating, he saw all – saw what Sweden couldn’t, as Denmark had stolen his glasses and hidden them. Now he was blind as a bat and subject to his whims. Perfect.
He grabbed him by the hair, pulled him in for a kiss again, a gesture that drew out a startled sound, quickly muffled. Firm against the mouth, hot breath, slick tongue sweeping, penetrating, yet entirely different from the other way, the way Sweden penetrated him, fucking him into the mattress. No – Denmark took him in, but he controlled it; Sweden moved in time with his movements, and he set the pace, and his commands were what brought more; only his own, low and growling.
It was not long. Not much longer. Broken kiss, breathing against Sweden’s neck, biting down, making him make a pained noise. That was it. Hands scrambling, digging in. That would leave bruises, that would leave marks. He hissed, rocking into him, taking him deep – and meanwhile, he helped himself along. In little time he brought himself over, silencing himself by biting into Sweden’s shoulder.
They were finished off before long. They didn't say anything about that night after that, either. There wasn't any need to.
Characters/Pairing: Denmark/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: ~260
Summary: Denmark is an aggressive bottom.
Other: Written in response to ficlet requests on the APH anon meme in 2009, but not posted until 2012. (Original post)
Control
Low words, harsh, growling, muttered against ragged, bloody lips. They were commands, orders, and they were quickly bent to. “Harder, deeper, faster – ahh, fuck, yeah, like that- “
Denmark groaned and leaned back, arching, watching through half-lidded eyes as the one above him moved to his orders. He took him in, all of him – in more ways than one. Eyes wandering, appreciating, he saw all – saw what Sweden couldn’t, as Denmark had stolen his glasses and hidden them. Now he was blind as a bat and subject to his whims. Perfect.
He grabbed him by the hair, pulled him in for a kiss again, a gesture that drew out a startled sound, quickly muffled. Firm against the mouth, hot breath, slick tongue sweeping, penetrating, yet entirely different from the other way, the way Sweden penetrated him, fucking him into the mattress. No – Denmark took him in, but he controlled it; Sweden moved in time with his movements, and he set the pace, and his commands were what brought more; only his own, low and growling.
It was not long. Not much longer. Broken kiss, breathing against Sweden’s neck, biting down, making him make a pained noise. That was it. Hands scrambling, digging in. That would leave bruises, that would leave marks. He hissed, rocking into him, taking him deep – and meanwhile, he helped himself along. In little time he brought himself over, silencing himself by biting into Sweden’s shoulder.
They were finished off before long. They didn't say anything about that night after that, either. There wasn't any need to.
