Denmark's mind was gradually overrun by bliss, leisurely creeping into every nook and cranny as he dreamed of his love. His chest tingled, muscles tightening as he breathed in slowly, indulging in the most wonderful fantasy. He smiled in delight as heat lazily pooled in his groin. He sucked in a breath at a particularly strong wave of pleasure. He couldn't differentiate between dreamland and reality, but he seriously hoped Norway was up for some morning loving when he woke up. The pleasure was beginning to overwhelm him and he was finding it more difficult to exhale completely, breathing in short gasps of ecstasy.
"Ahh!" He awoke with a deep groan, vaguely aware that an orgasm had overtaken his body and mind. He was more concerned with what his body had reacted to that cause his climax in the first place.
Denmark slowly opened his eyes, surprised to find his pajama shirt unbuttoned and his nipples red and hard. The blanket he had wrapped himself in before falling asleep was pooled around his waist and one of his lower limbs was bent up, giving the impression of a red fleece tent between his legs where the sensual heat remained. And then the tent moved.
"Huh?" He threw the blanket back, equally astonished and turned on by the scene in front of him; Norway was completely engrossed in cleaning the come off of his lower half. And, damn, had he come a lot. "Norge, what are you doing?" He could barely form the question as he watched and felt himself being licked and sucked to hardness once again.
Norway looked up casually and damn did he look sexy with a bit of Denmark's come at the corner of his mouth, gold cross glimmering in the first rays of sun. He ran a finger up his lover's erection teasingly, his eyebrow raised as if to say, Did you want me to stop?
"Ugh, Norge, what do you have to be so freaking adorable?" Denmark moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow in defeat. He had wanted to wrench the delectable nation up by his hair and capture his lips and taste himself in that enticingly dirty mouth. But the anxiety of getting blue balls because Norway was probably too stubborn to go back down on him after being yanked away was more than enough to leave his lover down there to finish the job. He gasped and twitched and groaned as Norway continued to satisfy him. When he felt himself get close, he tried to get his partner's attention, tapping his hip with the side of his foot. "Norge, lift up your head so I can come on your face..." He begged, drowning in bliss.
"You already came on my face once today." He grumbled, the tip of Denmark's cock resting against his bottom lip tauntingly.
"But I didn't get to see it!"
"That's your own damn fault."
"Oh, come on, please, Norge!"
Norway huffed and raised his head, looking pointedly at Denmark before wrapping his hands around the erection that had just been in his mouth. Denmark knew he liked giving blow jobs more than hand jobs and he smiled at the thought that Norway actually did what he said even though he didn't want to. Truth was, Denmark was completely enamored with the sight of Norway's face twisted in concentration as he pumped; he was overwhelmed by blond hair pulled back by that clip, revealing a bewitching icy orb of blue that bore into his soul. Someday, he was going to tie Norway to the bed and see just how many times he could climax over that pretty little face. The thought pushed him over the edge and with one final ugh he coated his lover's face in his release. He watched anxiously as Norway licked and wiped, swallowing all the come that had landed on his face, not breaking eye contact through the entire display.
When Denmark's patience ran out, he grasped a handful of soft hair and pulled, eliciting a grunt of annoyance from the blond, upset at being interrupted in the middle of licking come off of his thumb. When Norway was straddling his torso, Denmark jerked his hand away to engage that now unoccupied mouth in a demanding kiss.
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Twilight Temptation 2/3
(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 04:28 am (UTC)(link)"Ahh!" He awoke with a deep groan, vaguely aware that an orgasm had overtaken his body and mind. He was more concerned with what his body had reacted to that cause his climax in the first place.
Denmark slowly opened his eyes, surprised to find his pajama shirt unbuttoned and his nipples red and hard. The blanket he had wrapped himself in before falling asleep was pooled around his waist and one of his lower limbs was bent up, giving the impression of a red fleece tent between his legs where the sensual heat remained. And then the tent moved.
"Huh?" He threw the blanket back, equally astonished and turned on by the scene in front of him; Norway was completely engrossed in cleaning the come off of his lower half. And, damn, had he come a lot. "Norge, what are you doing?" He could barely form the question as he watched and felt himself being licked and sucked to hardness once again.
Norway looked up casually and damn did he look sexy with a bit of Denmark's come at the corner of his mouth, gold cross glimmering in the first rays of sun. He ran a finger up his lover's erection teasingly, his eyebrow raised as if to say, Did you want me to stop?
"Ugh, Norge, what do you have to be so freaking adorable?" Denmark moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow in defeat. He had wanted to wrench the delectable nation up by his hair and capture his lips and taste himself in that enticingly dirty mouth. But the anxiety of getting blue balls because Norway was probably too stubborn to go back down on him after being yanked away was more than enough to leave his lover down there to finish the job. He gasped and twitched and groaned as Norway continued to satisfy him. When he felt himself get close, he tried to get his partner's attention, tapping his hip with the side of his foot. "Norge, lift up your head so I can come on your face..." He begged, drowning in bliss.
"You already came on my face once today." He grumbled, the tip of Denmark's cock resting against his bottom lip tauntingly.
"But I didn't get to see it!"
"That's your own damn fault."
"Oh, come on, please, Norge!"
Norway huffed and raised his head, looking pointedly at Denmark before wrapping his hands around the erection that had just been in his mouth. Denmark knew he liked giving blow jobs more than hand jobs and he smiled at the thought that Norway actually did what he said even though he didn't want to. Truth was, Denmark was completely enamored with the sight of Norway's face twisted in concentration as he pumped; he was overwhelmed by blond hair pulled back by that clip, revealing a bewitching icy orb of blue that bore into his soul. Someday, he was going to tie Norway to the bed and see just how many times he could climax over that pretty little face. The thought pushed him over the edge and with one final ugh he coated his lover's face in his release. He watched anxiously as Norway licked and wiped, swallowing all the come that had landed on his face, not breaking eye contact through the entire display.
When Denmark's patience ran out, he grasped a handful of soft hair and pulled, eliciting a grunt of annoyance from the blond, upset at being interrupted in the middle of licking come off of his thumb. When Norway was straddling his torso, Denmark jerked his hand away to engage that now unoccupied mouth in a demanding kiss.