Norway needed out of the chair, right fucking now. Denmark was draped over him, panting, running his fingers through the mess on his cheek and Norway struggled, “Untie me, untie me!”
Hands shaking, Denmark finally released him. Norway surged up, shoving a pliant Denmark backwards to sprawl on the desk. He pulled his shirt and tie over his head, fumbling with the zipper to his pants, pushing them down to give sweet relief to his dick.
He crawled over Denmark, kissing him wildly, blindly, thrusting his hips against him. He sucked marks on his neck, taking pleasure in finally getting to bite down, making Denmark moan and wriggle.
Denmark had the nerve to have wide smile on his face, seemingly thrilled with this turn of events, “So you do want me.”
Norway pinched his nipple, breathing, hot and wet into his ear, “Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot,” grinding his hips in time with his taunts.
“Keep sweet talking me like that and you’re going to get me hard again.”
Norway ran his long fingers down Denmark’s torso, scoring his nails across his chest, before taking Denmark in hand, pleased to see that he was indeed hardening again.
“Fool. That’s the point. Didn’t you say you wanted me in your lap begging for it?”
Denmark’s eyes widened almost comically, before he pushed himself up, taking Norway with him, spreading him across his lap.
They kissed, wet and messy for several moments, until Denmark was hard and ready once again. Tongue tracing the shell of Norway’s ear, he demanded, “Beg.”
Norway put two of his fingers in his mouth, wetting them, before sliding them down between his legs. He leaned up, moaning into Denmark’s mouth, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
Denmark kissed him long and deep, hands gripping his hips so hard there would be fingerprint bruises for a week, as he pushed inside.
Already close to breaking, Norway gasped and shuddered, threading his hands in Denmark’s hair letting his lover take control as he thrust in and out. It felt so good it was almost painful, the earlier tease stringing his desire so taut, that it was only moments before he came, shuddering and clinging to Denmark, spilling between them.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” Denmark said, a touch of awe, as he continued to move inside him, his own movements getting faster and more erratic. Norway ground down, tightening around him, moaning, “You never stop talking, do you.”
“Oh god, fuck, do that again.” Norway complied, feeling generous in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Denmark thrust once, twice, before coming inside him, endless streams of curses falling from his mouth.
They laid together, breath coming in quick pants, Denmark running his hands sweetly over Norway’s back, which Norway permitted until it became clear that part of the drawback of sex on a desk was that the afterglow was considerably less comfortable than in a bed. He pushed himself off, ignoring Denmark’s pout. As he put his feet back on the ground, he stepped directly on to the document he was supposed to have been reading. Shoving it away, he turned back to Denmark, who was now lazing on the desk, arms behind his head, looking ever so much like the cat who ate the canary.
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Re: Part 18--DenNor, Attention Whore (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-11 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)Hands shaking, Denmark finally released him. Norway surged up, shoving a pliant Denmark backwards to sprawl on the desk. He pulled his shirt and tie over his head, fumbling with the zipper to his pants, pushing them down to give sweet relief to his dick.
He crawled over Denmark, kissing him wildly, blindly, thrusting his hips against him. He sucked marks on his neck, taking pleasure in finally getting to bite down, making Denmark moan and wriggle.
Denmark had the nerve to have wide smile on his face, seemingly thrilled with this turn of events, “So you do want me.”
Norway pinched his nipple, breathing, hot and wet into his ear, “Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot,” grinding his hips in time with his taunts.
“Keep sweet talking me like that and you’re going to get me hard again.”
Norway ran his long fingers down Denmark’s torso, scoring his nails across his chest, before taking Denmark in hand, pleased to see that he was indeed hardening again.
“Fool. That’s the point. Didn’t you say you wanted me in your lap begging for it?”
Denmark’s eyes widened almost comically, before he pushed himself up, taking Norway with him, spreading him across his lap.
They kissed, wet and messy for several moments, until Denmark was hard and ready once again. Tongue tracing the shell of Norway’s ear, he demanded, “Beg.”
Norway put two of his fingers in his mouth, wetting them, before sliding them down between his legs. He leaned up, moaning into Denmark’s mouth, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
Denmark kissed him long and deep, hands gripping his hips so hard there would be fingerprint bruises for a week, as he pushed inside.
Already close to breaking, Norway gasped and shuddered, threading his hands in Denmark’s hair letting his lover take control as he thrust in and out. It felt so good it was almost painful, the earlier tease stringing his desire so taut, that it was only moments before he came, shuddering and clinging to Denmark, spilling between them.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” Denmark said, a touch of awe, as he continued to move inside him, his own movements getting faster and more erratic. Norway ground down, tightening around him, moaning, “You never stop talking, do you.”
“Oh god, fuck, do that again.” Norway complied, feeling generous in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Denmark thrust once, twice, before coming inside him, endless streams of curses falling from his mouth.
They laid together, breath coming in quick pants, Denmark running his hands sweetly over Norway’s back, which Norway permitted until it became clear that part of the drawback of sex on a desk was that the afterglow was considerably less comfortable than in a bed. He pushed himself off, ignoring Denmark’s pout. As he put his feet back on the ground, he stepped directly on to the document he was supposed to have been reading.
Shoving it away, he turned back to Denmark, who was now lazing on the desk, arms behind his head, looking ever so much like the cat who ate the canary.
“Idiot.”
“Yes, dear?”
“Thanks for the distraction.”
“Anytime, love, anytime.”
~End
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Re: Part 18--DenNor, Attention Whore (3/3)
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