I can't believe I'm writing this, but I need to practice, and this is a good as a kink as any other
Also obvious couple for kink was obvious. Hope you don't mind.
He didn't want to get up. It was cold outside and his husband was pressed up against him, a hand draped over his hip and his head buried in the soft down pillow. Sealand was away and the house had been blissfully quiet. Even Hanatamago, their blessed little companion was either still sleeping or had managed to find her way into the rubbish bin again. Even if she did, Finland had no qualms to bother getting up and checking.
Sweden sighed contently behind him. Finland shift. Something felt strange. His body was aching and he moved his hips a little. Ugh. He must have slept awkwardly again - damn, he would be sore all day now.
He shifted away from Sweden's body warmth in an attempt to stretch out and hear his bones pop. Finland rolled onto his back and instantly felt something awkwardly fall to the side. On his chest. Brush against the cotton of the sheets - something hard, something sensitive.
He slipped a hand under the covers and groped around. He touched those mounds that had formed on his chest - just big enough for him to grasp in his own hand. He rolled them around. Breasts? Cysts? Tumours? He kept his breath steady as to not wake or worry his partner. He travelled his hand a little lower - everything that had been down there last night was down before.
What was happening to him? Was he turning into a woman? Was that even possible.
He held his breasts with both hands and squeezed gently.
"Ah!"
"Nhh...," Sweden's mumble was muffled by his pillow.
Finland froze. It had felt so much more sensitive than he had predicted. He didn't want to wake Sweden - what would he say, what would the reaction be? How could he possibly get rid of these... things? How had this happened?
He ran his finger and thumb over his left nipple and closed his eyes as the sensation pinched right down into his stomach. His nipples had never been so sensitive - even when he was coming into puberty. Is this what women felt? Is this what they liked? He had to admit, he had never felt a breast before, at least not like this. It was heavy and creamy and smooth. His nipples were hairless, a precious pink and just so sensitive. In a matter of moments they were both rolled into hard peaks, and his once flaccid penis had joined the exploration party.
"Ahh, oh-," Finland whimpered not at all quietly. His hips moved in time. He could come just like this - just by squeezing and rolling and pinching. Just like this, his brow began to sweat - just like this...
"Finl'nd?"
He froze.
Sweden was leaning on his forearms, looking down on him.
"R' you alr'ght?"
Finland laughed nervously and crossed his legs a little, rolling over to the side to face his partner.
"Of course, sweety, why wouldn't I be?"
"Actin' strange."
"Strange?" Finland laughed. He had such a pathetically nervous laugh and he knew that, and he knew that Sweden would see right through it.
"Ye'h."
Sweden shifted forward and slipped his arm aruond Finland's side.
"Want t' go again?" Sweden murmured hotly into his ear. Finland could feel his own eager penis brushing against Sweden's thigh. His lips pressed against his neck, he-
"No!"
Finland pulled himself away, grasping the sheets at his chest.
"I can't do it... Ber... Ber-," Finland muttered. "Something's happened."
"W.. what?" Sweden muttered, fumbling for his glasses on the bedside table. "Are y'u all right?"
Finland sniffed. "I don't know. These came, last night."
Sweden put on his glasses and turned around. Finland had dropped the sheet to his waist and his eyes were drawn to these luscious, heavy, beautifully erect breasts.
And Sweden just stared.
"Su... say something."
Finland fidgeted with the hem of the sheet. Sweden moved forward.
"Can I touch them?"
Finland looked up at Sweden. His clear blue eyes like the shallow shores had turned as dark as a raging ocean, like a storm brewing far, far offshore. His hand moved forward to cup a breast even before Finland could give a verbal response.
Re: Undo the Calamity That is in Your Mammaries 2/3
He squeezed gently and Finland closed his eyes and tried to suppress a small squeak.
"Does that feel good?"
He squeezed a little harder. They were firm but still soft, they were bigger than Belgium's - the only woman he'd ever been associated with, and even then, he had never gone further than her breasts with the ever-watching eye of a particular Spaniard around back then. He shook his head and tried to focus. Finland was gasping gently. Sweden had taken up the nipple and was casually rolling it around in with his thumb.
"Feel good?"
"Feels so good," Finland moaned loudly, unable to hold it back. Sweden, for a moment, was shocked at the volume and the tone of his lover's moan - he had never gotten this turned on with simple nipple foreplay. How far could he push this? Finland was hard and wet on his thigh - obviously that had not changed over night.
"Don't... don't stop... Ber, please...," Finland whimpered as Sweden switched nipples. He pulled and flicked the right nipple before he pushed Finland onto his back, exposing both beautiful breasts to his gaze, his hands, and more importantly, his mouth.
He latched onto the left nipple and Finland arched out and almost screamed.
Sweden worked them for only a moment before he heard Finland cry out, felt a hand fist in his hair and the Finn's hips buck up.
"Oh stop, please stop, please," he heard a small beg.
Sweden let go, a breast suckled into redness and shining in saliva. Finland was shaking, muttering small words in Finnish to himself and grasping at the sheets. The Swede hadn't even gotten to switch breasts before his partner had come. And he usually wasn't an easy come. The Swede had to work at it on an emotional and physical level - this had been completely physical and the Finn looked like he was in another consciousness.
"Tino...," Berwald hummed. "Are you 'kay?"
Finland sighed.
"G... G... Great. I'm great." He shook. "I... just need a moment."
Sweden grasped the breast again roughly and pinched the wet nipple. Finland cried out in shock as his tortured nipple was tormented once again. Grabbing the oil from the bedside table, it's cap still off from a fumble in the dark last night, Sweden drizzled a generous amount over Finland's chest and began massaging it in.
They shined in the morning light. He only wished they still had the cherry lubricant that had run out at the start of the month. They had been in another country, Finland had grabbed whatever looked considerably suspicious and was sitting next to the condoms in the Spanish supermarket. The golden oil worked well enough, Sweden supposed, but what he wouldn't do to suck every bit of flavoured cherry lube off his lover's luscious tits.
He slipped between his lover's legs and took two slippery fingers and inserted them not at all slowly. It was still wet from last night and Finland could be a greedy little thing when he wanted to be.
"Oh Ber... please...," Finland groaned.
Sweden slipped in with minimal resistance. He didn't start slow. Just seeing Finland so hot, how slippery and warm his skin was, grasping a breast for leverage and making him scream, pinching a nipple between a thumb and a forefinger.
"Please, please, please, please," a small chant escaped his lips. A primitive beg of a prayer with his head tossed back and his body thrashing under Sweden. "Fuck, please, please."
Sweden groaned, pulling his lover back and forth violently. He was tight, wet and warm and Sweden was close when he began to slow down.
Finland twitched and panted as he felt the friction die and Sweden's hand leave his thigh and join it's other on his chest. From the new position, Sweden snapped his hips back and forward quickly and thrust deeply, watching Finland's eyes roll back as he began to pinch and roll and pull those beautifully red nipples.
"Fuck," Finland huffed. "Fuck. Me."
"I am, sw'theart."
Finland came with his fingers ripping into the pillow, with his jaw slackened into a silent scream and his entire body shaking in Sweden's grasp.
Sweden came a few moments later when his hips faltered and he dipped his head onto Finland's chest and just sighed. The Finn had seemed to have fallen asleep and regrettably, Sweden rolled off him and onto the side.
Re: Undo the Calamity That is in Your Mammaries 3/3
Finland woke up to someone licking at him. He blinked into consciousness feeling sore and extremely sensitive to the heavy weight on top of him.
"Han'tam'g'."
The weight was suddenly off him and the puppy began to whimper as Sweden picked her up.
"Berwald?" Finland blinked, sitting up in bed. "Are you okay? Did I oversleep?
"No," Sweden replied, putting the dog at the end of the bed and pulling the laptop into his lap. "Is snowed in."
Finland frowned. Sweden was wearing a old jumper and a pair of trackpants. He pulled the blanket up towards him. His chest was sore. Really sore.
"Was that a dream?!" he yelped, finding his smooth flat chest, smaller nipples and well, no roundness.
Berwald looked to him over his glasses. "Wh't?"
Finland slinked back into the sheets, lacing his hands over her chest.
"N... nothing."
Sweden sighed and nestled into the bed. He typed a little as Hanatamago jumped up to cuddle in with Finland again. Sweden pulled up his emails and clicked on a new email from his brother, Norway.
To: Sweden From: Norway Text:
Again. So sorry. Denmark got into the potions. Thought it would be funny. I'm killing him after he comes home from work.
Again. So sorry.
Sweden replied a short response.
"OK."
Beside him, Finland sighed.
"I'm hungry. I could really go for that leftover pasta bake Feliciano gave us. Do you want some?" Finland grabbed his robe from the wardrobe and wrapped it around. Hanatamago nipped at his heels and followed him out from the bedroom.
Sweden sighed, nestled into the bed again and began to download the next episode of Game of Thrones.
A glimmer caught his eye - the opened bottle of lube discarded on the floor . He leaned over quickly, swiped it and shoved it back in the drawer.
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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-08-10 06:08 pm
Re: Undo the Calamity That is in Your Mammaries 1/3
(Anonymous) 2014-08-28 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)Also obvious couple for kink was obvious. Hope you don't mind.
He didn't want to get up. It was cold outside and his husband was pressed up against him, a hand draped over his hip and his head buried in the soft down pillow. Sealand was away and the house had been blissfully quiet. Even Hanatamago, their blessed little companion was either still sleeping or had managed to find her way into the rubbish bin again. Even if she did, Finland had no qualms to bother getting up and checking.
Sweden sighed contently behind him. Finland shift. Something felt strange. His body was aching and he moved his hips a little. Ugh. He must have slept awkwardly again - damn, he would be sore all day now.
He shifted away from Sweden's body warmth in an attempt to stretch out and hear his bones pop. Finland rolled onto his back and instantly felt something awkwardly fall to the side. On his chest. Brush against the cotton of the sheets - something hard, something sensitive.
He slipped a hand under the covers and groped around. He touched those mounds that had formed on his chest - just big enough for him to grasp in his own hand. He rolled them around. Breasts? Cysts? Tumours? He kept his breath steady as to not wake or worry his partner. He travelled his hand a little lower - everything that had been down there last night was down before.
What was happening to him? Was he turning into a woman? Was that even possible.
He held his breasts with both hands and squeezed gently.
"Ah!"
"Nhh...," Sweden's mumble was muffled by his pillow.
Finland froze. It had felt so much more sensitive than he had predicted. He didn't want to wake Sweden - what would he say, what would the reaction be? How could he possibly get rid of these... things? How had this happened?
He ran his finger and thumb over his left nipple and closed his eyes as the sensation pinched right down into his stomach. His nipples had never been so sensitive - even when he was coming into puberty. Is this what women felt? Is this what they liked? He had to admit, he had never felt a breast before, at least not like this. It was heavy and creamy and smooth. His nipples were hairless, a precious pink and just so sensitive. In a matter of moments they were both rolled into hard peaks, and his once flaccid penis had joined the exploration party.
"Ahh, oh-," Finland whimpered not at all quietly. His hips moved in time. He could come just like this - just by squeezing and rolling and pinching. Just like this, his brow began to sweat - just like this...
"Finl'nd?"
He froze.
Sweden was leaning on his forearms, looking down on him.
"R' you alr'ght?"
Finland laughed nervously and crossed his legs a little, rolling over to the side to face his partner.
"Of course, sweety, why wouldn't I be?"
"Actin' strange."
"Strange?" Finland laughed. He had such a pathetically nervous laugh and he knew that, and he knew that Sweden would see right through it.
"Ye'h."
Sweden shifted forward and slipped his arm aruond Finland's side.
"Want t' go again?" Sweden murmured hotly into his ear. Finland could feel his own eager penis brushing against Sweden's thigh. His lips pressed against his neck, he-
"No!"
Finland pulled himself away, grasping the sheets at his chest.
"I can't do it... Ber... Ber-," Finland muttered. "Something's happened."
"W.. what?" Sweden muttered, fumbling for his glasses on the bedside table. "Are y'u all right?"
Finland sniffed. "I don't know. These came, last night."
Sweden put on his glasses and turned around. Finland had dropped the sheet to his waist and his eyes were drawn to these luscious, heavy, beautifully erect breasts.
And Sweden just stared.
"Su... say something."
Finland fidgeted with the hem of the sheet. Sweden moved forward.
"Can I touch them?"
Finland looked up at Sweden. His clear blue eyes like the shallow shores had turned as dark as a raging ocean, like a storm brewing far, far offshore. His hand moved forward to cup a breast even before Finland could give a verbal response.
Re: Undo the Calamity That is in Your Mammaries 2/3
(Anonymous) 2014-08-28 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)"Does that feel good?"
He squeezed a little harder. They were firm but still soft, they were bigger than Belgium's - the only woman he'd ever been associated with, and even then, he had never gone further than her breasts with the ever-watching eye of a particular Spaniard around back then. He shook his head and tried to focus. Finland was gasping gently. Sweden had taken up the nipple and was casually rolling it around in with his thumb.
"Feel good?"
"Feels so good," Finland moaned loudly, unable to hold it back. Sweden, for a moment, was shocked at the volume and the tone of his lover's moan - he had never gotten this turned on with simple nipple foreplay. How far could he push this? Finland was hard and wet on his thigh - obviously that had not changed over night.
"Don't... don't stop... Ber, please...," Finland whimpered as Sweden switched nipples. He pulled and flicked the right nipple before he pushed Finland onto his back, exposing both beautiful breasts to his gaze, his hands, and more importantly, his mouth.
He latched onto the left nipple and Finland arched out and almost screamed.
Sweden worked them for only a moment before he heard Finland cry out, felt a hand fist in his hair and the Finn's hips buck up.
"Oh stop, please stop, please," he heard a small beg.
Sweden let go, a breast suckled into redness and shining in saliva. Finland was shaking, muttering small words in Finnish to himself and grasping at the sheets. The Swede hadn't even gotten to switch breasts before his partner had come. And he usually wasn't an easy come. The Swede had to work at it on an emotional and physical level - this had been completely physical and the Finn looked like he was in another consciousness.
"Tino...," Berwald hummed. "Are you 'kay?"
Finland sighed.
"G... G... Great. I'm great." He shook. "I... just need a moment."
Sweden grasped the breast again roughly and pinched the wet nipple. Finland cried out in shock as his tortured nipple was tormented once again. Grabbing the oil from the bedside table, it's cap still off from a fumble in the dark last night, Sweden drizzled a generous amount over Finland's chest and began massaging it in.
They shined in the morning light. He only wished they still had the cherry lubricant that had run out at the start of the month. They had been in another country, Finland had grabbed whatever looked considerably suspicious and was sitting next to the condoms in the Spanish supermarket. The golden oil worked well enough, Sweden supposed, but what he wouldn't do to suck every bit of flavoured cherry lube off his lover's luscious tits.
He slipped between his lover's legs and took two slippery fingers and inserted them not at all slowly. It was still wet from last night and Finland could be a greedy little thing when he wanted to be.
"Oh Ber... please...," Finland groaned.
Sweden slipped in with minimal resistance. He didn't start slow. Just seeing Finland so hot, how slippery and warm his skin was, grasping a breast for leverage and making him scream, pinching a nipple between a thumb and a forefinger.
"Please, please, please, please," a small chant escaped his lips. A primitive beg of a prayer with his head tossed back and his body thrashing under Sweden. "Fuck, please, please."
Sweden groaned, pulling his lover back and forth violently. He was tight, wet and warm and Sweden was close when he began to slow down.
Finland twitched and panted as he felt the friction die and Sweden's hand leave his thigh and join it's other on his chest. From the new position, Sweden snapped his hips back and forward quickly and thrust deeply, watching Finland's eyes roll back as he began to pinch and roll and pull those beautifully red nipples.
"Fuck," Finland huffed. "Fuck. Me."
"I am, sw'theart."
Finland came with his fingers ripping into the pillow, with his jaw slackened into a silent scream and his entire body shaking in Sweden's grasp.
Sweden came a few moments later when his hips faltered and he dipped his head onto Finland's chest and just sighed. The Finn had seemed to have fallen asleep and regrettably, Sweden rolled off him and onto the side.
Re: Undo the Calamity That is in Your Mammaries 3/3
(Anonymous) 2014-08-28 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)"Han'tam'g'."
The weight was suddenly off him and the puppy began to whimper as Sweden picked her up.
"Berwald?" Finland blinked, sitting up in bed. "Are you okay? Did I oversleep?
"No," Sweden replied, putting the dog at the end of the bed and pulling the laptop into his lap. "Is snowed in."
Finland frowned. Sweden was wearing a old jumper and a pair of trackpants. He pulled the blanket up towards him. His chest was sore. Really sore.
"Was that a dream?!" he yelped, finding his smooth flat chest, smaller nipples and well, no roundness.
Berwald looked to him over his glasses. "Wh't?"
Finland slinked back into the sheets, lacing his hands over her chest.
"N... nothing."
Sweden sighed and nestled into the bed. He typed a little as Hanatamago jumped up to cuddle in with Finland again. Sweden pulled up his emails and clicked on a new email from his brother, Norway.
To: Sweden
From: Norway
Text:
Again. So sorry. Denmark got into the potions. Thought it would be funny. I'm killing him after he comes home from work.
Again. So sorry.
Sweden replied a short response.
"OK."
Beside him, Finland sighed.
"I'm hungry. I could really go for that leftover pasta bake Feliciano gave us. Do you want some?" Finland grabbed his robe from the wardrobe and wrapped it around. Hanatamago nipped at his heels and followed him out from the bedroom.
Sweden sighed, nestled into the bed again and began to download the next episode of Game of Thrones.
A glimmer caught his eye - the opened bottle of lube discarded on the floor . He leaned over quickly, swiped it and shoved it back in the drawer.