---------------------------------------------------------- Berwald stares at Tino in disbelief as he tries to digest the words that just came out of his wife‘s mouth.
“Su-san”, the Fin had asked “why do we never have sex?”
The Swede can’t claim he’s never thought about it. Sometimes when the younger boy huddles close to him at night he’ll caress his back and imagine how soft the skin beneath the fabric of the Fins nightshirt must feel. He’ll wonder how it would feel to kiss that skin and if he would be able to make Finland shudder and gasp in pleasure beneath him. However he settles with wrapping his arms around the boy. He settles with the small touches they share during the day. And when they gently brush their lips together he settles with the sweet taste of those innocent kisses. No matter how tempting it is he never deepens the kiss. Because he does not want to frighten his little wife. He is aware that Tino used to feel intimidated by him. And so he tries not to break the trust that has finally been established between them. In return Tino’s boldness is slowly staring to show. And he suddenly finds himself wondering what happened to the timid and innocent little nation he used to know.
“You keep saying I’m your wife” Tino continues, blushing a bit as his eyes meet Berwald's intense gaze “and if you’re serious about that then it would be completely natural for us to make love right?"
"I t'ght y’ w'dn't want that" the Swede answers.
The hopeful glow in Tino's eyes fades. Replaced by something Berwald can't quite distinguish. Disappointment? Regret? Hurt? The only thing he's sure about is that he doesn't like it. He usually prefers to show his feelings trough actions, not words. But this time he doesn't know how to act and so he quickly opens his mouth to say something, anything, to bring back his wife's gentle smile.
"I-"
"But why didn't you ask?" Tino disrupts "Ever since the first time you told me to sleep in your bed I've been waiting for you to ask me, but you never do. Does it mean you don't want to? You don't want me as your lover?"
Berwald can't stand the sadness in the Fin's voice. He closes the distance between them with such haste that the boy barely manages to let out a surprised yelp before he presses their lips together to silence him. Tino soon relaxes in his grip and accepts the kiss. Soft. Sweet. Loving. Neither of them wants it to end, but there are still words that needs to be spoken. "'m s'rry fer never makin‘ love to y‘" Berwald whispers as he pulls back "I didn’t want t’ scare y'”
“Then tonight...” Tino says, his expression a mixture of relief and embarrassment “can we do it tonight?”
The Swede nods and caresses one of the Fin’s reddened cheeks.
“T’night”
As the day passes he silently watches Tino grow more anxious. He wants to comfort him and tell him it's all right, but truth to be told he's just as nervous. This will be their first time. What if something goes wrong? What if he hurts his dear wife? Lost in such thoughts he doesn't notice when Tino sits down beside him until he can feel the other's chin resting on his shoulder,
"Su-san?" Tino asks. His voice so soft it sends shivers down Berwald's spine "It's getting late. Should we go to bed? And... you know..."
Berwald doesn't answer. He simply places a light kiss on the Fin's forehead before scooping him up in his arms. There's a small gasp, but no protests as he carries him towards the bedroom. Then, as he ever so gently lays him down on their bed, he leans in and captures his lips with his own. Tino returns the kiss, but with more fervor than usual. His lips part and Berwald hesitantly accepts the invitation by sliding his tongue inside his mouth. He considers pulling back once he realizes he has no idea how to continue, but Tino clutches his shirt, pulling him closer, edging him on. As they clumsily rub their tongues together he can finally tell that Tino wants this, that he wants him, and the sensation makes an overwhelming heat spread throughout his body.
"What do we do now?" Tino asks when they part from the kiss.
“F'replay I guess” Berwald answers, struggling a bit to catch his breath “T’ turn eachoth’r on”
“Oh” Tino says “I’m sort of turn on already, but all right. where do we start?”
Berwald seems quite unsure about this. “'heard talkin’ dirty helps create the right atm’sphere”
“Dirty?”
“Yes. Say somethin' bad.”
Tino hesitates for a moment then takes a deep breath. “So you want it rough!? I'll give you rough! I'll tear your guts out and feed them to the dogs you fucking worthless piece of shit! I ha- I hate you!” he screams, but the anger in his voice quickly disappears as he sees the way Berwald stares at him in disbelief. It’s usually hard to read the Swede’s emotions, but now his face has the word hurt written all over it. “I’m sorry!” Tino yelps and embraces the larger man “I didn’t mean that! You told me to say something bad so I...s-sorry! I don’t hate you! Please don’t think I hate you!”
“I,” Berwald mumbles after a while “think w' sh'd try somethin' else.”
Tino huddles closer to him before fondly running his fingers over Sweden's thigh “I agree” he whispers “Making love is about showing someone how much you care about them, right? We shouldn’t say mean things to each other." Berwald smiles and wraps his arms around him. He feels content like this. Just holding the boy close. Feeling the warmth of his body and listening to his soft breath. A small gasp escapes his lips as the hand on his thigh moves towards his groin. "Finland?" he breaths in surprise when the Fin begins to rub him trough his trousers "what'r y' doin‘?".
"I'm touching you" Tino answers and looks up at him, a faint blush covering his cheeks "I should be able to do this right. I mean, I've done it alone so... does it feel any good?"
Berwald nods. The pace seems somewhat off, but it’s certainly arousing. He soon finds himself leaning into the touch. A few grunts and quiet moans can be heard, and he bites down on his lower lip to keep the sounds from coming. He's almost too embarrassed to face his lover, but when he does his unintentional glare is met by an affectionate grin and the shame that has gotten to him quickly fades. There's no need to conceal his yearning. Not in front of his wife. "Perhaps we..." Tino whispers with a hint of pride in his eyes. It's not often that he's able to make Sweden loose his composure like this. "Perhaps we should take our clothes off?"
It's far from the first time the Fin has seen this much of his skin, but once Berwald has stripped down to his underwear he is painfully aware of the other's gaze. He's trying to find courage enough to remove his last piece of clothing when he realizes that Tino is still fully dressed. "Didn't y' say w' were gonna undress?" he asks, wondering if the boy that will strip without hesitation in the sauna has suddenly become even shyer than himself.
"I was hoping you'd do it for me" Tino answers "take off my clothes I mean"
"Ah... I will th'n."
"Should I get up? or do you want me to lay down?"
Berwald simply answers the question by placing a hand on the Fin's chest and pushes him down on the mattress before placing himself on all four above him.
He struggles with the boy's shirt. Hands shaking, heart pounding and head spinning. But he somehow manages to get it off without ripping it apart. A couple of buttons are torn off, but he promises to sew them back on first time in the morning. After folding the shirt (,unintentionally making his partner grow both impatient and slightly frustrated,) and placing it aside he carefully runs his hands over Finland's torso. The skin is almost softer than what he imagined. There's a baffled gasp as he slides his thumb over a nipple and he teasingly repeats the move, making the Fin writhe in embarrassment.
"Nhh. Su-san," he hears the boy whisper "my pants are starting to feel really tight, so..."
"want 'em off?"
"Please."
He loosens Tino's belt and feels a slight shiver run down his spine as the boy bucks his hips up to make pulling his pants down less tricky. The soft moan that can be heard as the fabric rubs against overly sensitive skin does nothing but strengthen the sentiment. He doesn't quite know where to rest his gaze once his wife is finally laying unclothed before him. So delicate, yet fervent. The shade of red that has been covering Finland's cheeks burns brighter than ever and he can feel his own face become flushed as well. Attempting to hide his diffidence he gives Tino a soothing kiss and continues to explore his bare skin with his hands. "Su-san! that tickles!" Tino squeals as Berwald's fingers ghost over his stomach. The Swede chuckles a bit, then his expression turns serious again as he slides one hand down to caress the younger nation's growing erection. However Tino lets out a frightened whimper that causes him to pull back at once. "Don't stop, it's all right" the Fin quickly assures him "it's just that I've never had anyone touch me down there before so I'm a bit anxious"
"M' too"
"You mean you haven't done this before either?"
"Y' couldn't tell?"
"I just assumed that you and Norway had..."
Berwald shakes his head. Norway has always been like a brother to him. His peculiar little brother that despite his lack of strength can be frustratingly stubborn.
"n'ver w'nted 'nyone like th's before"
His breath nearly hitches as Tino raises a hand to caress his cheek. The touch is faint, but there is warmth in the Fin's eyes, in his smile, and in his voice.
"Me neither"
He doesn't know how long they continue staring at each other like this, but it must have been a while as the boy is now squirming impatiently beneath him.
"Um, Su-san... c-can you lay down next to me? I- I want to-" Tino stutters and calms a little as Berwald obeys without protest. He huddles closer, reminding himself that Sweden is not glaring, it's just the way his face looks. "Can I touch you?" he asks. He smiles embarrassed as the other nods. They're not officially married, yet this is his husband, of course the answer would be yes. He slides his hand in Berwald's underwear to grasp his hardened erection and can't help but grin in delight as he hears him inhale deeply. He strokes and caresses the warm flesh. Enjoying the small sounds of approval he receives in return. "You can touch me too" he whispers after a while, biting his bottom lip when Berwald shifts to comply the request. He excepts the touch to be rough, but the Swede is so careful while stroking him it nearly drives him mad. This is not enough. He needs to feel him. All of him.
"I know, but I'm still a man and... wouldn't it make more sense if I did it?"
"Why?"
"Because," Tino answers, loosening his grip on the other "yours is bigger than mine so it's gonna be more difficult to make it fit. That's why..." his voice trails off as the look in his so-called husband's eyes starts to frighten him "n-never mind. You can enter me. just... be careful, ok?" The two sit up, trying to figure out how to position themselves. "If you w-want I can kneel down" Tino says as Berwald pulls him closer "but even if it's a little embarrassing I want to face you. So maybe if I lay on my back you c-could- aah" he flinches a little as he's lifted onto the other male's lap, but soon realizes this is how Sweden wants to have him. He places one leg on each side of him and grabs onto his shoulders for support. Taking a deep breath he lowers himself, but he's barely able to feel the tip of Berwald's manhood against his buttocks before the Swede halts him by grabbing hold of his hips.
"Did I do s-something wrong? T-that is where you should put it right?" Tino asks, fearing that the little information he has read about this was wrong. That what he just tried to do was completely and utterly wrong. He's close to panicking when Berwald finally speaks.
"'m fingers"
Finland blinks in confusion. "hm?"
"'m fingers" Berwald repeats "sh'd use 'em first."
A look of realization slowly replaces the frightened look on Tino's face "Ohhh. Because you have to stretch it... I... I mean..."
Berwald just nods and keeps him steady with one hand before sliding the other down his back. Tino shudders as one finger brushes against his entrance. He's not sure if he likes it or not. The feeling is nothing but strange really, but then as more pressure is added and it slides inside of him he can't help but gasp in pain. "D-Don't worry" he replies as he can tell the other is about to question the noise "it just hurt a bit more than I expected, but it's supposed to be like this right? Nnnh. I don't know much about this but I've heard it does hurt at first. A-aah. I-I've even heard it's not that unusual to bleed a little but, I'm sure that it---". Upon realizing he's blabbering Tino quiets down and tries not to show his discomfort as another finger is added. Then as they go back and forth in a scissoring movement he's unable to hold back a distressed moan. "'m sorry" Berwald says, watching him with concern. "ah, It will feel better soon I think" Tino answers, struggling not to whimper "I just need some time getting used to it". Hearing this; Sweden takes his time. Making sure to work his fingers carefully inside of him, stretching him slowly. Tino begins to feel numb, but at least it lessens the pain. Moans still escape his lips now and then and small jolts of pleasure runs up his spine as he realizes it's actually starting to feel somewhat nice.
"I... think I'm ready now" he says relieved.
"..."
"Su-san?"
"... 's gone limp"
"What?"
Finland looks down and notices that Sweden's hardness has indeed decreased. "Oh...should I... try talking dirty again?" he asks nervously.
Still resting one hand on Sweden's shoulder, he sliders the other down his torso, enjoying the feeling of warm skin against his palm. "don't stop" he whispers as feels the fingers inside of him halt. He's still not comfortable with the feeling, but there's a slight itch for more. He leans closer, and for what might be the first time, he captures Sweden's lips with his own, in stead of waiting for the other to make the move. He swears he can feel him smile then, and it seems to calm them both. He's not so fragile, Berwald is not so daunting.
Tino's touch is still a little inept, but Berwald's enjoys it non the less when his wife strokes him back into arousal. Neither of them have skill or experience, but knowing what emotions brought them to this clumsy attempt at making love, Sweden doesn't mind. Just knowing that his adorable wife is touching him willingly, lovingly, is more than enough. They both let quiet moans drown into their kiss, and he feels Finland push back against his fingers, apparently starting to react to something different from the pain. "There" he hears Tino whisper, the kiss nearly broken, their lips brush together as he speaks "right there... it's... nh... good"
"Th's?"
He carefully rubs his fingers against the spot Finland's movements have led him to.
"Aah"
Tino gasps and shudders, feeling his erection throb painfully at the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation. He can't take this much longer. "Su-san" he begs "please. Enter me"
"'s gonna hurt" Berwald answers, slowly pulling his fingers out before guiding his lover into position "'ll sit still. slide down when y're r'dy. B' c'reful".
"Su-san"
"hm?"
"Thank you" Tino says, blushing furiously. He realizes why Berwald wanted him in his lap. It's so that he can move at his own pace. "Here we go" he mumbles lowering his body until he feels the other's hardened cock against his entrance. He inhales deeply at the sharp pain that can be felt as he moves further, but he's determined to continue. "Relax" he reminds himself "relax". Slowly he forces himself to move down until he's seated. "It... it's in" he sighs, struggling to get used to the feeling.
"Nh" Berwald grunts, his mind clouded by the tight warmth that surrounds him. He trembles slightly, yearning for more, but he silently waits for Tino to adjust. He knows the boy is vulnerable now and refuses to do anything that might harm him.
"Mmmm..." besides the way his chest heaves with every breath Tino sits unmoving. Eyes half lidded and teeth gritted. "I don't..." he mumbles after a while "I don't know what to...nhh". He moans lightly as Berwald's hands begin to massage his hips. His vision blurs. He can't tell what hurts more, having the other inside of him or the way his cock aches for relief. The grip on his hips fastens as he's lifted up until they nearly disconnect. Understanding what he's expected to do he slides back down, hissing a little at the pain that has yet to fade. "So I... just do like this?" he asks, repeating the movement on his own.
"Th'nk so"
He continues. Trying to find a steady rhythm. The pain is bringing him close to tears, but he endures, hoping that like with being fingered, this will get better once his body adjusts. "How does it feel?" he asks, noting that Berwald isn't exactly writhing in pleasure. The Swede's eyes are closed, breath slightly heavy. If Finland didn't know any better he would start to wonder if he had fallen asleep.
The intense blue eyes open and gaze at him. "'s painful?" Berwald asks, groaning slightly as he finds the way Tino looks right now strangely arousing. Insecure yet beautiful. Hesitantly thrusting against him. "It hurts, but it's all right" the younger boy answers, moaning quietly "since I'm with you it doesn't matter if it stings, I'm just glad you want me this close to you"
Berwald doesn't know how to answer. He wants to protest, because it shouldn't be like this. It should feel good for both of them, yet Tino's words mean so much to him he doesn't want to argue. In stead he does what he can to make his love relax and to distract him from the pain. Sliding one hand from the boy's hip to his groin he gently rubs his weeping erection, carefully following the other's rhythm.
Tino mewls in pleasure. This time it doesn't bother him that the touch is light. He knows why his lover is holding back, why he's been holding back with every touch they've shared from the very beginning. And he's grateful for it, because it taught him to trust the Swede. These arms, so strong they could break him, will always hold him gently. Keep him safe and warm. "Aah Su-san" he gasps as a sensitive spot inside of him is brushed against "it feels like I'm gonna burst". He fights to hold back, but soon the pressure in the pit of his stomach strengthens and causes him to whimper loudly as he climaxes.
Berwald feels Tino tighten around him, bringing him closer to the edge, but not quite there yet. "'s ok, 's ok" he whispers between the boy's frantic apologizes for being too early. "just a lil' more" he asks. The Fin's body is nearly limp in his arms and he holds him steady.
Tino's legs are quivering and his mind is hazy, but he allows Berwald to guide his hips and thrust him down the few more times it takes before a shiver runs down his spine as he feels hot liquid spill inside of him. It fills his chest with glee as he hears his own name stretched into a moan. He's tired and out of breath, but he did it. He satisfied his husband. "Ah, I feel so numb" he mumbles as Sweden lifts him off his lap and carefully lays him to rest on their bed. Berwald slumps down on the mattress next to him and enjoys seeing his wife smile as he caresses his cheek. "'m s'ry it hurt" he says upon noticing the tears that have gathered in the corners of Finland's eyes.
"Don't worry about it" Tino whispers "I think we need some more practice, but it wasn't bad. I liked it"
Berwald pulls him closer, nuzzling his flaxen hair "jag älskar dig" he murmurs.
Tino is silent for a while, stunned by the confession, even if it's been obvious all along "jag älskar dig också" he finally answers, nearly giggling as he hears the other sigh in relief. "Goodnight, husband" he says in a teasing voice.
"G'night m' wife" Sweden answers. He knows it's just wishful thinking, but it's nice to pretend Finland is his wife. That they'll stay together forever. And right now it truly feels like the boy belongs to him. He kisses his forehead and wraps his arms around him. Hoping it will last.
I was planning to make this much more awkward, but the fluff got to me... also I didn't want to make them look like idiots cause they should have SOME idea what they're doing XD
Also I messed up the way Sweden talks because I have no idea how to do that dialect so I just shortened random words >///>;; fffff I fail so bad *dies*
That was fzking beautiful anon! So nice to see some not perfect but still good sexing <33 It was exactly what THIS anon (not OP) wanted when she saw the request
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Making Love 1/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-15 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)----------------------------------------------------------
Berwald stares at Tino in disbelief as he tries to digest the words that just came out of his wife‘s mouth.
“Su-san”, the Fin had asked “why do we never have sex?”
The Swede can’t claim he’s never thought about it. Sometimes when the younger boy huddles close to him at night he’ll caress his back and imagine how soft the skin beneath the fabric of the Fins nightshirt must feel. He’ll wonder how it would feel to kiss that skin and if he would be able to make Finland shudder and gasp in pleasure beneath him. However he settles with wrapping his arms around the boy. He settles with the small touches they share during the day. And when they gently brush their lips together he settles with the sweet taste of those innocent kisses. No matter how tempting it is he never deepens the kiss. Because he does not want to frighten his little wife. He is aware that Tino used to feel intimidated by him. And so he tries not to break the trust that has finally been established between them. In return Tino’s boldness is slowly staring to show. And he suddenly finds himself wondering what happened to the timid and innocent little nation he used to know.
“You keep saying I’m your wife” Tino continues, blushing a bit as his eyes meet Berwald's intense gaze “and if you’re serious about that then it would be completely natural for us to make love right?"
"I t'ght y’ w'dn't want that" the Swede answers.
The hopeful glow in Tino's eyes fades. Replaced by something Berwald can't quite distinguish. Disappointment? Regret? Hurt? The only thing he's sure about is that he doesn't like it. He usually prefers to show his feelings trough actions, not words. But this time he doesn't know how to act and so he quickly opens his mouth to say something, anything, to bring back his wife's gentle smile.
"I-"
"But why didn't you ask?" Tino disrupts "Ever since the first time you told me to sleep in your bed I've been waiting for you to ask me, but you never do. Does it mean you don't want to? You don't want me as your lover?"
Berwald can't stand the sadness in the Fin's voice. He closes the distance between them with such haste that the boy barely manages to let out a surprised yelp before he presses their lips together to silence him. Tino soon relaxes in his grip and accepts the kiss. Soft. Sweet. Loving. Neither of them wants it to end, but there are still words that needs to be spoken. "'m s'rry fer never makin‘ love to y‘" Berwald whispers as he pulls back "I didn’t want t’ scare y'”
“Then tonight...” Tino says, his expression a mixture of relief and embarrassment “can we do it tonight?”
The Swede nods and caresses one of the Fin’s reddened cheeks.
“T’night”
As the day passes he silently watches Tino grow more anxious. He wants to comfort him and tell him it's all right, but truth to be told he's just as nervous. This will be their first time. What if something goes wrong? What if he hurts his dear wife? Lost in such thoughts he doesn't notice when Tino sits down beside him until he can feel the other's chin resting on his shoulder,
"Su-san?" Tino asks. His voice so soft it sends shivers down Berwald's spine "It's getting late. Should we go to bed? And... you know..."
Berwald doesn't answer. He simply places a light kiss on the Fin's forehead before scooping him up in his arms. There's a small gasp, but no protests as he carries him towards the bedroom. Then, as he ever so gently lays him down on their bed, he leans in and captures his lips with his own. Tino returns the kiss, but with more fervor than usual. His lips part and Berwald hesitantly accepts the invitation by sliding his tongue inside his mouth. He considers pulling back once he realizes he has no idea how to continue, but Tino clutches his shirt, pulling him closer, edging him on. As they clumsily rub their tongues together he can finally tell that Tino wants this, that he wants him, and the sensation makes an overwhelming heat spread throughout his body.
Making Love 2/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-15 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)“F'replay I guess” Berwald answers, struggling a bit to catch his breath “T’ turn eachoth’r on”
“Oh” Tino says “I’m sort of turn on already, but all right. where do we start?”
Berwald seems quite unsure about this. “'heard talkin’ dirty helps create the right atm’sphere”
“Dirty?”
“Yes. Say somethin' bad.”
Tino hesitates for a moment then takes a deep breath. “So you want it rough!? I'll give you rough! I'll tear your guts out and feed them to the dogs you fucking worthless piece of shit! I ha- I hate you!” he screams, but the anger in his voice quickly disappears as he sees the way Berwald stares at him in disbelief. It’s usually hard to read the Swede’s emotions, but now his face has the word hurt written all over it. “I’m sorry!” Tino yelps and embraces the larger man “I didn’t mean that! You told me to say something bad so I...s-sorry! I don’t hate you! Please don’t think I hate you!”
“I,” Berwald mumbles after a while “think w' sh'd try somethin' else.”
Tino huddles closer to him before fondly running his fingers over Sweden's thigh “I agree” he whispers “Making love is about showing someone how much you care about them, right? We shouldn’t say mean things to each other." Berwald smiles and wraps his arms around him. He feels content like this. Just holding the boy close. Feeling the warmth of his body and listening to his soft breath. A small gasp escapes his lips as the hand on his thigh moves towards his groin. "Finland?" he breaths in surprise when the Fin begins to rub him trough his trousers "what'r y' doin‘?".
"I'm touching you" Tino answers and looks up at him, a faint blush covering his cheeks "I should be able to do this right. I mean, I've done it alone so... does it feel any good?"
Berwald nods. The pace seems somewhat off, but it’s certainly arousing. He soon finds himself leaning into the touch. A few grunts and quiet moans can be heard, and he bites down on his lower lip to keep the sounds from coming. He's almost too embarrassed to face his lover, but when he does his unintentional glare is met by an affectionate grin and the shame that has gotten to him quickly fades. There's no need to conceal his yearning. Not in front of his wife. "Perhaps we..." Tino whispers with a hint of pride in his eyes. It's not often that he's able to make Sweden loose his composure like this. "Perhaps we should take our clothes off?"
It's far from the first time the Fin has seen this much of his skin, but once Berwald has stripped down to his underwear he is painfully aware of the other's gaze. He's trying to find courage enough to remove his last piece of clothing when he realizes that Tino is still fully dressed. "Didn't y' say w' were gonna undress?" he asks, wondering if the boy that will strip without hesitation in the sauna has suddenly become even shyer than himself.
"I was hoping you'd do it for me" Tino answers "take off my clothes I mean"
"Ah... I will th'n."
"Should I get up? or do you want me to lay down?"
Berwald simply answers the question by placing a hand on the Fin's chest and pushes him down on the mattress before placing himself on all four above him.
"You look kinda scary when you're nervous."
"hn?"
"N-Nothing. Go on"
Making Love 3/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-15 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)"Nhh. Su-san," he hears the boy whisper "my pants are starting to feel really tight, so..."
"want 'em off?"
"Please."
He loosens Tino's belt and feels a slight shiver run down his spine as the boy bucks his hips up to make pulling his pants down less tricky. The soft moan that can be heard as the fabric rubs against overly sensitive skin does nothing but strengthen the sentiment. He doesn't quite know where to rest his gaze once his wife is finally laying unclothed before him. So delicate, yet fervent. The shade of red that has been covering Finland's cheeks burns brighter than ever and he can feel his own face become flushed as well. Attempting to hide his diffidence he gives Tino a soothing kiss and continues to explore his bare skin with his hands. "Su-san! that tickles!" Tino squeals as Berwald's fingers ghost over his stomach. The Swede chuckles a bit, then his expression turns serious again as he slides one hand down to caress the younger nation's growing erection. However Tino lets out a frightened whimper that causes him to pull back at once. "Don't stop, it's all right" the Fin quickly assures him "it's just that I've never had anyone touch me down there before so I'm a bit anxious"
"M' too"
"You mean you haven't done this before either?"
"Y' couldn't tell?"
"I just assumed that you and Norway had..."
Berwald shakes his head. Norway has always been like a brother to him. His peculiar little brother that despite his lack of strength can be frustratingly stubborn.
"n'ver w'nted 'nyone like th's before"
His breath nearly hitches as Tino raises a hand to caress his cheek. The touch is faint, but there is warmth in the Fin's eyes, in his smile, and in his voice.
"Me neither"
He doesn't know how long they continue staring at each other like this, but it must have been a while as the boy is now squirming impatiently beneath him.
"Um, Su-san... c-can you lay down next to me? I- I want to-" Tino stutters and calms a little as Berwald obeys without protest. He huddles closer, reminding himself that Sweden is not glaring, it's just the way his face looks. "Can I touch you?" he asks. He smiles embarrassed as the other nods. They're not officially married, yet this is his husband, of course the answer would be yes. He slides his hand in Berwald's underwear to grasp his hardened erection and can't help but grin in delight as he hears him inhale deeply. He strokes and caresses the warm flesh. Enjoying the small sounds of approval he receives in return. "You can touch me too" he whispers after a while, biting his bottom lip when Berwald shifts to comply the request. He excepts the touch to be rough, but the Swede is so careful while stroking him it nearly drives him mad. This is not enough. He needs to feel him. All of him.
Re: Making Love 4/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-15 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)Berwald flinches. "But y'r t' wife" he replies
"I know, but I'm still a man and... wouldn't it make more sense if I did it?"
"Why?"
"Because," Tino answers, loosening his grip on the other "yours is bigger than mine so it's gonna be more difficult to make it fit. That's why..." his voice trails off as the look in his so-called husband's eyes starts to frighten him "n-never mind. You can enter me. just... be careful, ok?" The two sit up, trying to figure out how to position themselves. "If you w-want I can kneel down" Tino says as Berwald pulls him closer "but even if it's a little embarrassing I want to face you. So maybe if I lay on my back you c-could- aah" he flinches a little as he's lifted onto the other male's lap, but soon realizes this is how Sweden wants to have him. He places one leg on each side of him and grabs onto his shoulders for support. Taking a deep breath he lowers himself, but he's barely able to feel the tip of Berwald's manhood against his buttocks before the Swede halts him by grabbing hold of his hips.
"Did I do s-something wrong? T-that is where you should put it right?" Tino asks, fearing that the little information he has read about this was wrong. That what he just tried to do was completely and utterly wrong. He's close to panicking when Berwald finally speaks.
"'m fingers"
Finland blinks in confusion. "hm?"
"'m fingers" Berwald repeats "sh'd use 'em first."
A look of realization slowly replaces the frightened look on Tino's face "Ohhh. Because you have to stretch it... I... I mean..."
Berwald just nods and keeps him steady with one hand before sliding the other down his back. Tino shudders as one finger brushes against his entrance. He's not sure if he likes it or not. The feeling is nothing but strange really, but then as more pressure is added and it slides inside of him he can't help but gasp in pain. "D-Don't worry" he replies as he can tell the other is about to question the noise "it just hurt a bit more than I expected, but it's supposed to be like this right? Nnnh. I don't know much about this but I've heard it does hurt at first. A-aah. I-I've even heard it's not that unusual to bleed a little but, I'm sure that it---". Upon realizing he's blabbering Tino quiets down and tries not to show his discomfort as another finger is added. Then as they go back and forth in a scissoring movement he's unable to hold back a distressed moan. "'m sorry" Berwald says, watching him with concern. "ah, It will feel better soon I think" Tino answers, struggling not to whimper "I just need some time getting used to it". Hearing this; Sweden takes his time. Making sure to work his fingers carefully inside of him, stretching him slowly. Tino begins to feel numb, but at least it lessens the pain. Moans still escape his lips now and then and small jolts of pleasure runs up his spine as he realizes it's actually starting to feel somewhat nice.
"I... think I'm ready now" he says relieved.
"..."
"Su-san?"
"... 's gone limp"
"What?"
Finland looks down and notices that Sweden's hardness has indeed decreased. "Oh...should I... try talking dirty again?" he asks nervously.
Making Love 5/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-15 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)Still resting one hand on Sweden's shoulder, he sliders the other down his torso, enjoying the feeling of warm skin against his palm. "don't stop" he whispers as feels the fingers inside of him halt. He's still not comfortable with the feeling, but there's a slight itch for more. He leans closer, and for what might be the first time, he captures Sweden's lips with his own, in stead of waiting for the other to make the move. He swears he can feel him smile then, and it seems to calm them both. He's not so fragile, Berwald is not so daunting.
Tino's touch is still a little inept, but Berwald's enjoys it non the less when his wife strokes him back into arousal. Neither of them have skill or experience, but knowing what emotions brought them to this clumsy attempt at making love, Sweden doesn't mind. Just knowing that his adorable wife is touching him willingly, lovingly, is more than enough. They both let quiet moans drown into their kiss, and he feels Finland push back against his fingers, apparently starting to react to something different from the pain. "There" he hears Tino whisper, the kiss nearly broken, their lips brush together as he speaks "right there... it's... nh... good"
"Th's?"
He carefully rubs his fingers against the spot Finland's movements have led him to.
"Aah"
Tino gasps and shudders, feeling his erection throb painfully at the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensation. He can't take this much longer. "Su-san" he begs "please. Enter me"
"'s gonna hurt" Berwald answers, slowly pulling his fingers out before guiding his lover into position "'ll sit still. slide down when y're r'dy. B' c'reful".
"Su-san"
"hm?"
"Thank you" Tino says, blushing furiously. He realizes why Berwald wanted him in his lap. It's so that he can move at his own pace. "Here we go" he mumbles lowering his body until he feels the other's hardened cock against his entrance. He inhales deeply at the sharp pain that can be felt as he moves further, but he's determined to continue. "Relax" he reminds himself "relax". Slowly he forces himself to move down until he's seated. "It... it's in" he sighs, struggling to get used to the feeling.
"Nh" Berwald grunts, his mind clouded by the tight warmth that surrounds him. He trembles slightly, yearning for more, but he silently waits for Tino to adjust. He knows the boy is vulnerable now and refuses to do anything that might harm him.
"Mmmm..." besides the way his chest heaves with every breath Tino sits unmoving. Eyes half lidded and teeth gritted. "I don't..." he mumbles after a while "I don't know what to...nhh". He moans lightly as Berwald's hands begin to massage his hips. His vision blurs. He can't tell what hurts more, having the other inside of him or the way his cock aches for relief. The grip on his hips fastens as he's lifted up until they nearly disconnect. Understanding what he's expected to do he slides back down, hissing a little at the pain that has yet to fade. "So I... just do like this?" he asks, repeating the movement on his own.
"Th'nk so"
He continues. Trying to find a steady rhythm. The pain is bringing him close to tears, but he endures, hoping that like with being fingered, this will get better once his body adjusts. "How does it feel?" he asks, noting that Berwald isn't exactly writhing in pleasure. The Swede's eyes are closed, breath slightly heavy. If Finland didn't know any better he would start to wonder if he had fallen asleep.
"'s nice"
Making Love 6/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-15 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)Berwald doesn't know how to answer. He wants to protest, because it shouldn't be like this. It should feel good for both of them, yet Tino's words mean so much to him he doesn't want to argue. In stead he does what he can to make his love relax and to distract him from the pain. Sliding one hand from the boy's hip to his groin he gently rubs his weeping erection, carefully following the other's rhythm.
Tino mewls in pleasure. This time it doesn't bother him that the touch is light. He knows why his lover is holding back, why he's been holding back with every touch they've shared from the very beginning. And he's grateful for it, because it taught him to trust the Swede. These arms, so strong they could break him, will always hold him gently. Keep him safe and warm. "Aah Su-san" he gasps as a sensitive spot inside of him is brushed against "it feels like I'm gonna burst". He fights to hold back, but soon the pressure in the pit of his stomach strengthens and causes him to whimper loudly as he climaxes.
Berwald feels Tino tighten around him, bringing him closer to the edge, but not quite there yet. "'s ok, 's ok" he whispers between the boy's frantic apologizes for being too early. "just a lil' more" he asks. The Fin's body is nearly limp in his arms and he holds him steady.
Tino's legs are quivering and his mind is hazy, but he allows Berwald to guide his hips and thrust him down the few more times it takes before a shiver runs down his spine as he feels hot liquid spill inside of him. It fills his chest with glee as he hears his own name stretched into a moan. He's tired and out of breath, but he did it. He satisfied his husband. "Ah, I feel so numb" he mumbles as Sweden lifts him off his lap and carefully lays him to rest on their bed. Berwald slumps down on the mattress next to him and enjoys seeing his wife smile as he caresses his cheek. "'m s'ry it hurt" he says upon noticing the tears that have gathered in the corners of Finland's eyes.
"Don't worry about it" Tino whispers "I think we need some more practice, but it wasn't bad. I liked it"
Berwald pulls him closer, nuzzling his flaxen hair "jag älskar dig" he murmurs.
Tino is silent for a while, stunned by the confession, even if it's been obvious all along "jag älskar dig också" he finally answers, nearly giggling as he hears the other sigh in relief. "Goodnight, husband" he says in a teasing voice.
"G'night m' wife" Sweden answers. He knows it's just wishful thinking, but it's nice to pretend Finland is his wife. That they'll stay together forever. And right now it truly feels like the boy belongs to him. He kisses his forehead and wraps his arms around him. Hoping it will last.
I was planning to make this much more awkward, but the fluff got to me... also I didn't want to make them look like idiots cause they should have SOME idea what they're doing XD
Also I messed up the way Sweden talks because I have no idea how to do that dialect so I just shortened random words >///>;; fffff I fail so bad *dies*
*fan fan*
(Anonymous) 2009-05-15 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)And I think you Did Sweden fine <3
Re: Making Love 6/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-16 01:52 am (UTC)(link)Re: Making Love 6/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-16 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)Oh, Finland, you poor dear. <33333
I enjoyed this a lot, author!non. Thank you.
Re: Making Love 6/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-16 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)I LOL'D.
(Also, very sweet, innocently sexy fic.)
Re: Making Love 6/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-16 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)I lost count at the the amount of times I LOL'd while reading this story. I was simply brilliant! And so awkward-first-time. I love it so
Re: Making Love 6/6
(Anonymous) 2009-05-17 07:08 am (UTC)(link)OH MY GOD
That little bit was the most hilarious thing I've read in ages.
But anyways, this was adorable and so sweet, anon. And here I was thinking that I was actually getting sick of these two.
Re: Making Love 6/6
(Anonymous) 2009-06-03 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)But overall I really love this story.