So, I might as well get started, Finland thought and bent his head over the lower region of Su-san's body. The moon was still shining outside, and Finland could see the bulge quite clearly. It made a tent of Sweden's pyjama trousers, and Finland flushed again, but ignored the inner voice in his head. Trembling a bit, he pulled Sweden's pants down until his cock was bared for all the world – or better said – Finland to see. It was aching, and Finland marvelled at how it looked. He'd never really seen Su-san's cock before, and it looked weird now, but at the same time, Finland couldn't help being curious to know how it tasted. Taking another deep breath, he bent his head further down and made his first, cautious lick.
Su-san tastes funny, he thought. He wondered if he tasted funny to Su-san as well when he did this to this to him. Usually when Su-san did it, he'd massage Finland's balls and sometimes – when Finland didn't protest too much – he'd bite down on the head, but Finland didn't think he could do that just yet. He was too scared of doing something wrong and making Su-san angry. Right now, the only thing Finland felt he could do was suck and so he did just that. He felt he was doing it right because Su-san's breathing had increased, and Finland could hear him pant.
He took Sweden's cock deeper into his mouth, and sucked harder now. Finland felt a shudder run down his spine, as he heard Su-san moan out and felt the man's hands bury themselves in his hair. He liked it, and Finland was glad, in spite of how odd this felt. So, he sucked more and, fuelled by how Sweden gasped and moaned, did it faster until Su-san stopped him.
Sweden looked away, and the muttered: “I'm close, but I don't think y'd like it if – I came in yer mouth.”
Finland nodded, but then an idea popped into his brain. Maybe, this wouldn't be as bad as he thought it was. Maybe, it was like having Sweden inside of him. Besides, Sweden didn't seem to mind doing it, and Finland felt that he owed Su-san as much as that. And maybe, a part of him wanted to prove Sweden that he was a man, and not some wimpy little damsel in distress. He could handle this.
“I don't mind,” Finland said and then took Su-san into his mouth again before he could protest. Su-san’s hips arched off the bed and then felt something shoot into his mouth – it tasted even weirder than the cock had, but it wasn't disgusting in any way.
“I'm sorry,” Su-san said, and Finland swore that he was blushing. Somehow, even if it was silly and dumb, Finland felt a bit a proud of himself. It was kind of amazing that he'd made a taciturn and so self-composed a man such as Sweden, blush. Sweden rose from his sitting position, and wiped some of the mess off Finland with his blanket. Then, Sweden caressed Finland's cheek softly. Finland leaned into the touch. Sweden muttered another “I'm sorry”.
“Don't be,” Finland said, and smiled. “I'm glad it made you happy.”
Sweden suddenly grabbed hold of him and kissed him, harshly and more passionately than he'd done in this evening. He pushed him down on the mattress, and, somewhere along the line, both of them lost their clothes.
Finland felt something close to fear building inside of him again, but then forced himself to stay calm. Because, he wasn't really scared. This was Sweden. He wouldn't hurt him. All this time, even if Finland had been scared, he'd known that Su-san wouldn't hurt him. And he wasn't being pushed into this. No, Finland wanted this. He wanted Su-san. He needed him. But Su-san stopped kissing him all of a sudden, and a surprised Finland heard the rustle of bed sheets and the creak of the bed as Sweden sat up.
“What are you searching for?” Finland asked, worried he'd done something wrong. He hoped he hadn't.
“Lube,” Su-san murmured, and Finland nearly slapped himself on the forehead. He'd nearly forgotten that Sweden never did anything to him without proper preparation.
Finland felt himself blush because he knew what Sweden would do next. And this time, Finland felt he needed such extra consideration. He knew it wouldn't hurt too much this time, so fingers weren't needed. Sweden looked confused.
Sweden/Finland 4
Su-san tastes funny, he thought. He wondered if he tasted funny to Su-san as well when he did this to this to him. Usually when Su-san did it, he'd massage Finland's balls and sometimes – when Finland didn't protest too much – he'd bite down on the head, but Finland didn't think he could do that just yet. He was too scared of doing something wrong and making Su-san angry. Right now, the only thing Finland felt he could do was suck and so he did just that. He felt he was doing it right because Su-san's breathing had increased, and Finland could hear him pant.
He took Sweden's cock deeper into his mouth, and sucked harder now. Finland felt a shudder run down his spine, as he heard Su-san moan out and felt the man's hands bury themselves in his hair. He liked it, and Finland was glad, in spite of how odd this felt. So, he sucked more and, fuelled by how Sweden gasped and moaned, did it faster until Su-san stopped him.
Sweden looked away, and the muttered: “I'm close, but I don't think y'd like it if – I came in yer mouth.”
Finland nodded, but then an idea popped into his brain. Maybe, this wouldn't be as bad as he thought it was. Maybe, it was like having Sweden inside of him. Besides, Sweden didn't seem to mind doing it, and Finland felt that he owed Su-san as much as that. And maybe, a part of him wanted to prove Sweden that he was a man, and not some wimpy little damsel in distress. He could handle this.
“I don't mind,” Finland said and then took Su-san into his mouth again before he could protest. Su-san’s hips arched off the bed and then felt something shoot into his mouth – it tasted even weirder than the cock had, but it wasn't disgusting in any way.
“I'm sorry,” Su-san said, and Finland swore that he was blushing. Somehow, even if it was silly and dumb, Finland felt a bit a proud of himself. It was kind of amazing that he'd made a taciturn and so self-composed a man such as Sweden, blush. Sweden rose from his sitting position, and wiped some of the mess off Finland with his blanket. Then, Sweden caressed Finland's cheek softly. Finland leaned into the touch. Sweden muttered another “I'm sorry”.
“Don't be,” Finland said, and smiled. “I'm glad it made you happy.”
Sweden suddenly grabbed hold of him and kissed him, harshly and more passionately than he'd done in this evening. He pushed him down on the mattress, and, somewhere along the line, both of them lost their clothes.
Finland felt something close to fear building inside of him again, but then forced himself to stay calm. Because, he wasn't really scared. This was Sweden. He wouldn't hurt him. All this time, even if Finland had been scared, he'd known that Su-san wouldn't hurt him. And he wasn't being pushed into this. No, Finland wanted this. He wanted Su-san. He needed him. But Su-san stopped kissing him all of a sudden, and a surprised Finland heard the rustle of bed sheets and the creak of the bed as Sweden sat up.
“What are you searching for?” Finland asked, worried he'd done something wrong. He hoped he hadn't.
“Lube,” Su-san murmured, and Finland nearly slapped himself on the forehead. He'd nearly forgotten that Sweden never did anything to him without proper preparation.
Finland felt himself blush because he knew what Sweden would do next. And this time, Finland felt he needed such extra consideration. He knew it wouldn't hurt too much this time, so fingers weren't needed. Sweden looked confused.