Sweden nuzzled his face into the crook of Finland’s neck, and gave a rather loud and obviously fake snore, his warm breath intentionally tickling Finland’s sensitive skin. Finland suddenly realized that this was a game and that he had fallen right into Sweden’s trap.
“Sveeeee,” he whined playfully. “Let me goooo.”
“Nngh,” Sweden grunted in refusal, hugging Finland closer.
Finland tried to maneuver himself so that he could poke at Sweden’s ticklish ribs, but he was being held too tightly and the blanket only restricted his movement even further. Sweden gave a fake sleepy mumble and rolled over, causing Finland to gasp as the two of them rolled right off the couch and onto the floor. Sweden stuck his head under the blanket, his eyes still closed, pretending to kiss Finland’s naked chest unconsciously. Finland squirmed at the ticklish kisses, giggling quietly. He threaded his fingers into Sweden’s hair and gave it a firm tug, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to almost pull him away.
“Stop that, Sve, it tickles!” he chuckled.
He was still struggling when he felt Sweden’s long, powerful fingers move deliberately to his sides. They wiggled there teasingly.
“No!” Finland whimpered, knowing that he was going to be tickled. “P-please, Sve… Don’t—Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
The laughter burst out of him and Sweden tickled him mercilessly. He could hardly find an opportunity to draw a breath.
“H-Hana...!” he gasped desperately. “Hana, help! Help!”
The quiet jingling of Hana-Tamago’s dog tags was barely audible over the sound of his own breathless laughter as she raced into the room at her master’s pleas.
“G-get him!” Finland choked. “Get Sve!”
Hana-Tamago barked and charged dutifully into the fray. Finland could hear her growling and snarling good-naturedly as she clamped her little teeth onto Sweden’s sleeve and tugged with all her might, trying to pry him away from Finland. Suddenly Finland’s head was freed from the blanket as Sweden pulled it back off of him and over Hana-Tamago. The little dog yipped in surprise, and Sweden used this opportunity to pluck her off and set her aside. She wandered around confusedly, a little lump under the blanket, as she tried to find her way out.
Finland slumped tiredly against Sweden, panting and wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, his cheeks brightly flushed after having been trapped under the warm blanket. Sweden’s calloused hands ran gently over Finland’s bare back, rubbing it lovingly. He rolled over so that they were both lying on their sides on the carpet, allowing him to meet Finland’s eyes more easily. Something caught in Finland’s chest when he saw the tenderness and affection in Sweden’s gaze.
Their noses brushed lightly and their lips met unhurriedly, and then again, and four more times. Sweden’s lips strayed from Finland’s mouth, venturing over his chin, down his neck, and across his bare chest. Finland smiled and nuzzled his nose into Sweden’s choppy golden hair.
“How long were you awake before you snatched me, you tease?” Finland asked.
“Woke up when ya kissed m’ forehead,” Sweden murmured. “’S borin’ here withoutcha.”
“Sorry,” Finland said. “I just hadn’t hung out with Estonia in so long, I didn’t want him to feel like the third wheel.”
“Y’ don’t hafta be sorry,” Sweden said. “’M just gladjer home.”
“Glad to be home,” Finland replied softly.
His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a little hum of approval as Sweden’s hand squeezed the back of his leg gently before sliding up to his bottom.
“Not that I’m complainin’, but what happened to yer clothes?” Sweden asked.
“They were sweaty and grass stained so I threw them in the laundry,” Finland said. “I should probably go get changed.”
Sweden squeezed Finland’s butt suggestively and tilted his head back so that he could kiss his boyfriend’s nipple.
“Was hopin’ maybe we could do somethin’ else first,” he murmured, his voice heavy with lust.
Finland grinned down at him, his cheeks warming slightly. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Hana-Tamago skittered out of the way as Sweden snatched up the discarded blanket again and draped it over the two of them once more.
Oh god, I giggled al the way since part 2. This was so adorable!
I can just picture Hana-Tamago lost under the blanket and super confused. Oh God, I miss my dog. That is just too cute. Dogs are cute. Oh, lord, the internet.
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Sweet Trap (2/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-04-04 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)Sweden nuzzled his face into the crook of Finland’s neck, and gave a rather loud and obviously fake snore, his warm breath intentionally tickling Finland’s sensitive skin. Finland suddenly realized that this was a game and that he had fallen right into Sweden’s trap.
“Sveeeee,” he whined playfully. “Let me goooo.”
“Nngh,” Sweden grunted in refusal, hugging Finland closer.
Finland tried to maneuver himself so that he could poke at Sweden’s ticklish ribs, but he was being held too tightly and the blanket only restricted his movement even further. Sweden gave a fake sleepy mumble and rolled over, causing Finland to gasp as the two of them rolled right off the couch and onto the floor. Sweden stuck his head under the blanket, his eyes still closed, pretending to kiss Finland’s naked chest unconsciously. Finland squirmed at the ticklish kisses, giggling quietly. He threaded his fingers into Sweden’s hair and gave it a firm tug, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to almost pull him away.
“Stop that, Sve, it tickles!” he chuckled.
He was still struggling when he felt Sweden’s long, powerful fingers move deliberately to his sides. They wiggled there teasingly.
“No!” Finland whimpered, knowing that he was going to be tickled. “P-please, Sve… Don’t—Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
The laughter burst out of him and Sweden tickled him mercilessly. He could hardly find an opportunity to draw a breath.
“H-Hana...!” he gasped desperately. “Hana, help! Help!”
The quiet jingling of Hana-Tamago’s dog tags was barely audible over the sound of his own breathless laughter as she raced into the room at her master’s pleas.
“G-get him!” Finland choked. “Get Sve!”
Hana-Tamago barked and charged dutifully into the fray. Finland could hear her growling and snarling good-naturedly as she clamped her little teeth onto Sweden’s sleeve and tugged with all her might, trying to pry him away from Finland. Suddenly Finland’s head was freed from the blanket as Sweden pulled it back off of him and over Hana-Tamago. The little dog yipped in surprise, and Sweden used this opportunity to pluck her off and set her aside. She wandered around confusedly, a little lump under the blanket, as she tried to find her way out.
Finland slumped tiredly against Sweden, panting and wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, his cheeks brightly flushed after having been trapped under the warm blanket. Sweden’s calloused hands ran gently over Finland’s bare back, rubbing it lovingly. He rolled over so that they were both lying on their sides on the carpet, allowing him to meet Finland’s eyes more easily. Something caught in Finland’s chest when he saw the tenderness and affection in Sweden’s gaze.
Sweet Trap (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-04-04 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)“How long were you awake before you snatched me, you tease?” Finland asked.
“Woke up when ya kissed m’ forehead,” Sweden murmured. “’S borin’ here withoutcha.”
“Sorry,” Finland said. “I just hadn’t hung out with Estonia in so long, I didn’t want him to feel like the third wheel.”
“Y’ don’t hafta be sorry,” Sweden said. “’M just gladjer home.”
“Glad to be home,” Finland replied softly.
His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a little hum of approval as Sweden’s hand squeezed the back of his leg gently before sliding up to his bottom.
“Not that I’m complainin’, but what happened to yer clothes?” Sweden asked.
“They were sweaty and grass stained so I threw them in the laundry,” Finland said. “I should probably go get changed.”
Sweden squeezed Finland’s butt suggestively and tilted his head back so that he could kiss his boyfriend’s nipple.
“Was hopin’ maybe we could do somethin’ else first,” he murmured, his voice heavy with lust.
Finland grinned down at him, his cheeks warming slightly. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Hana-Tamago skittered out of the way as Sweden snatched up the discarded blanket again and draped it over the two of them once more.
Re: Sweet Trap (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-04-04 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)I can just picture Hana-Tamago lost under the blanket and super confused. Oh God, I miss my dog. That is just too cute. Dogs are cute. Oh, lord, the internet.
Very sweet and well written!
Re: Sweet Trap (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)