hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 27

Hetalia kink meme part 27

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thanks very much, op. you're way too kind.

In the hotel room, Denmark wastes no time in getting Luxembourg's clothes off his back. He's a man generally too impatient for long bouts of foreplay, so he pushes him onto the bed with minimal fuss, and Luxembourg doesn't complain. Feeling around in his suitcase, he produces a small tube.

Denmark can feel the other's nervous eyes on him as he slathers his fingers in the lube until they're practically dripping. He gestures for Luxembourg to lean back, which he obeys, albeit slowly and not without a moment of hesitation.

"Not havin' second thoughts, are you?"

Luxembourg fiddles idly with his thumbs, lying there with his knees together as if to maintain some pretense of modesty. Another brief pause ensues before he answers, "No."

"Good. Just making sure. I don't want your brother after me in the morning."

The man groans in irritation. "Don't talk about him. I was starting to think that he'd be keeping me a virgin for eternity."

Denmark's smile now stretches from ear to ear. "You're a virgin?"

Luxembourg shoots him a look, face quickly turning red. "So?!"

He smirks, strokes one hand down the length of his inner thigh absently. "Ain't a bad thing. I'm just thinkin' about how lucky you are to have me as your first time."

"Just get on with it." Luxembourg covers his face in his hands. "Don't make me regret this."

Still grinning, he obeys this without any further questions, and wrenches Luxembourg's legs apart with minimum effort. They're shaking ever so slightly, and Denmark runs a palm over them once more, fingers squeezing and kneading... Without warning, he thrusts a finger inside, and begins twisting; Luxembourg gives a surprised shout and promptly bites down on his hand to muffle the sound. Denmark takes it away; the other offers a weak, half-hearted protest. "Want to hear you," he says, distractedly, as he adds a second digit. Luxembourg is so hot; walls shuddering and convulsing tightly around his fingers as he fucks him with a steady pace. He's already moaning and panting, cock dripping steadily and legs spread wide, and Denmark can't wait to get inside.

Once Luxembourg is thoroughly prepared and the lube is dripping out of his puffy hole, Denmark takes off his own pants and underwear, which have been getting progressively tighter and more uncomfortable with each of Luxembourg's moans.

The other's eyes widen in apprehension. He hears him mutter something like, "Holy shit."

Grinning, Denmark rolls his hips forward in an obscene gesture. "Like what ya see?"

The other looks up at him with an anxious expression. "You aren't going to—that's—it's not going to fit."

"Thanks for the compliment. But trust me, I've ravished enough blushing virgins to know what I'm doing."

"Shut up," Luxembourg grits his teeth, face turning red just as Denmark prophesises. It's cute when he does that, looking all embarrassed and shit, and it goes straight to Denmark's cock. He licks his lips; settles in front of the other's ass. For years he's always viewed Luxembourg as this coolly composed, impeccable man, always at the height of fashion, never out of style, always in control of the situation—and he never realized this until now, but there's something incredibly infuriating, infuriatingly hot about that. He wants to take that man apart, see what he looks like under that charming, eloquent exterior. He wants to see what he looks like when he's panting and begging, when he's dragging his fingers down Denmark's back and calling his name for more. When he's getting his brains fucked out.

Denmark pushes into him just then, only the very tip, and Luxembourg starts to squirm in panic. "It's not going to!! Denmark! It's not gonna—"

The lube makes his work easy. He slides into him with one mighty thrust, and Luxembourg shrieks, throwing his head back onto the pillow, legs tightening around Denmark's waist. Luxembourg is so tight it almost hurts. He thrusts in and out a few times—too tempting, sorry—before forcing himself to stop, and graciously gives the other a moment to calm down and catch his breath.

"G-god! You asshole!"

"Sooorry," Denmark says, in a voice that makes it clear he's not sorry at all.

"See, I should've listened to my brother," Luxembourg says weakly. "He said you should never trust a viking."

"I'm hurt and offended," he says, feigning indignation. "I think," he leans foward until he's almost resting his chin on Luxembourg's chest, "you'll have to be punished for sayin' that."

Luxembourg's mouth twists into a smile. "I do?"

"Yeah. Think you do." He swoops downwards and catches Luxembourg's mouth in another kiss. He's more ready for it this time, Denmark can tell, and when Denmark pushes his tongue against the other's, he responds with just as much vigour. It's only when Denmark starts thrusting into him again that he gets distracted, head falling backwards and eyes wide.

"Hey. Not so bad a kisser for a virgin," Denmark remarks after the kiss is broken, his voice now strained from the effort of moving in and out of him. Luxembourg doesn't even reply at this point; or rather, he can't. He lets out a dribble of different languages, French and Luxembourgish and German all mixed into one incoherent mess, his smart mouth tongue-tied and dumb just for this one time, and Denmark feels oddly prideful about having gotten him to this state. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asks, as he drives into the other with increasingly rough strokes. There's no 'slow' setting for Denmark. There's only fast, and faster. And Luxembourg can only nod, wide green eyes locked onto him, almost desperately, like he can't look away.

He bends low, grunts out strained German words against the other's ear (German, because he wants Luxembourg to be able to understand), filthy taunts about how good he feels, how tight and warm and wanting, what a perfect little slut he is, until his ears are bright red. Soon Luxembourg is gasping for air, chest heaving as the bigger man pounds him into the mattress. He wraps his legs around Denmark's waist like his very life depends on it.

Denmark groans, jaw set in a tight, determined line. "You like this, huh? God, you're so—fuck—" He wants Luxembourg's first time to be something he'll never forget, something so good that everything after will feel bland and unsatisfying. It's selfish, he knows, and on top of that it's cruel to be fucking him this hard (so hard that he probably won't walk straight for a week, Denmark thinks to himself with a certain smugness), but he can't help it; he can't think straight. Luxembourg clenching around him like that doesn't help either.

"J-ja, ja, jajajajaja," Luxembourg cries, arching his back, and from the way his nails are digging into his back and practically tearing at his skin, Denmark knows he's close. "Daanemark—"

At hearing his name, Denmark comes with a loud groan, spilling deep inside him, and he can feel Luxembourg shudder.

Oh man I swear you can read my mind - rough sex and dirty talk! And Denmark the professional asshole (what did you expect Lux?), but of course he makes sure Lux will want to come back for seconds. Was nice to wake up to and drink my morning coffee to earlier. You spoil me, Anon! <33

(And so cruel leaving me hanging there, cough)

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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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