Finland chuckled quietly. He pressed an upside-down kiss to Sweden’s mouth, a normal one to Denmark’s, then nipped at the Dane’s neck again, before moving down, running small hands down his arms, to help Norway out by unzipping Denmark’s pants. The two of them got rid of the red jeans quickly and efficiently, Norway tossing them away – and following them. Denmark, unhappy with this turn of events, tilted his head upside-down when the nation disappeared from his field of vision, in the direction of Iceland and Sweden. Norway caught his gaze and smirked, then leaned over to help Iceland out of his ridiculous hipster sweater.

Finland lightly slapped Denmark’s thigh, and his attention was diverted. The Finn had climbed between his legs, hands on both knees. And he was still wearing all his clothes., which, Denmark decided, was very much unacceptable, so he pushed himself up and slid his hands underneath the vague band shirt. Finland lifted his arms to get it off, and Denmark threw it away.

They kissed again, Finland’s elbows on Denmark’s shoulders and his hands in the man’s hair, tilting his head back. Finland looked up when Sweden groaned deeply, and Denmark seized the opportunity to nip at his pale neck and lick along the tattoo following the contour of his clavicle. The fingers in his hair tightened their grip. Finland’s whole body came impossibly closer.

Denmark lowered himself back to the pillows, Finland following until he was lying on top of him. He pushed himself up using Denmark’s shoulders, and his jeans chafed painfully on the man’s stomach.

“Fin,” Denmark started, tugging at the offending pants, “get these off.”

Finland diverted his attention from whatever was happening to Sweden – whose deep groans were vibrating pleasantly in Denmark’s ears – to crawl down Denmark’s body, until he was once again seated between the man’s legs, and tugging his pants and his socks off. They went after his shirt.

Hands ran firmly up Denmark’s legs, slid underneath his boxers. They framed his crotch, and Finland chuckled when the Dane squirmed, trying to get them to touch his dick.

Sweden exhaled something that might have been the beginning of a curse, breath hot on the side of Denmark’s head. Curious, the Danish nation tried to turn his head enough to see what the hell was happening back there, but the process was interrupted when Finland drew his underwear down in one swift motion, and cool air hit his erection. Denmark cursed.

“If you wanna watch so badly,” Finland said, hands still nearly-touching Denmark’s cock, “I suggest you turn around.” He circled a finger in the air to illustrate the words, smirking.

And, hey, Denmark wasn’t a shy person, so he turned to rest on his hands and knees, ass on display for his Finnish friend. Now he could finally see what Iceland and Norway were doing to Sweden.

His elbows almost gave out.

No fucking wonder Finland got distracted. Iceland and Norway, both missing their shirts, were seated on both sides of a completely naked Sweden, running their pale hands up and down the man’s broad chest and over his upper legs, dipping down to his inner thighs and pinching his nipples. Norway scratched lightly at the Swede’s stomach, then soothed the spot with his tongue, only for it to meet Iceland’s. Their tongues tangled and their lips met in another of those deep kisses, their hands never stopping. Sweden squirmed, his toes curling. His cock was hard, springing up proudly from blond curls, but the other two were very purposely ignoring it.

“Holy fuck,” Denmark said.

“Hmh,” Finland hummed, draping himself over the nation’s back. He had apparently gotten rid of his underwear while Denmark was busy staring, for his cock was pressed obviously against the man’s ass. “Sight for sore eyes.”

A corner of Norway’s mouth ticked up as he broke away from Iceland. He looked at Denmark and Finland.

“Why don’t you take him?” he suggested to the latter, voice even lower than normal.

The Finn curled his hands around Denmark’s hips. “My thoughts exactly.”

“Holy fuck,” Denmark repeated. He rocked back against Finland, trying to communicate just how much he approved of this idea. Norway smiled and went back to teasing Sweden.

Denmark sank down to his elbows and dropped his head on his forearms. Finland hummed contentedly, slowly dragging his cock against the Dane’s ass, slipping between his buttocks. After a while of this wonderful torture, he pulled back, and Denmark shivered at the loss of warmth. He tried to look between his legs what Finland was doing, but saw nothing. A sharp sound from Sweden attracted his attention, and he heaved himself up on his hands again to look at the tall man.

Sweden, who apparently saw the movement, turned his head to look at Denmark. His glasses had slid up his nose.

Denmark grinned at him, then shuffled a bit sideways so he could press an upside-down kiss to the man’s slack mouth. Sweden surprised him by bringing an arm up around Denmark’s head and sliding his tongue into his mouth, which, while weird from this angle, wasn’t unpleasant. A strangled noise that sounded like Iceland sounded from above Denmark’s head, and he smirked against Sweden’s lips. Their tongues glided around each other, the different textures on up- and underside more noticeable than in any normal kiss. There was also considerably more saliva, but Denmark didn’t mind.

Finland returned, slipping a slick hand around Denmark’s cock from behind. The Dane saw himself forced to break away from Sweden when the hand cupped his balls and gently rolled them. He rested his head on the man’s shoulder instead. Sweden’s hand clung to his hair. Denmark dragged the fingertips of his right hand over Sweden’s jaw.

While one of his hands was still alternating between sliding loosely – too loosely – around Denmark’s cock and fondling his balls, Finland circled a slick finger around the man’s hole. Denmark groaned against Sweden’s shoulder, and the hand in his hair tightened. He tried to push back against the teasing finger, but Finland chuckled, sounding very far away, and pulled away.

“C’mon,” Denmark growled. Sweden’s hand was preventing him from turning to look at Finland, so he bit the Swede’s neck instead. The man twitched satisfyingly, letting out a low groan that reverberated through Denmark’s skull.

Denmark twitched as well, curling his fingers around Sweden’s jaw, when a hot mouth closed around his balls, followed by a tongue running up over his perineum. Heat spread through his body, and he moaned, trying once again to push back into the touch. This time, Finland let him. He pressed his tongue against the sensitive place, making Denmark curse, before pulling away to slide a finger over it, ending at Denmark’s hole and pushing inside. Slowly, the slick finger entered him. Denmark pressed his forehead tightly against Sweden’s shoulder, moaning deeply.

Iceland echoed the sound.

Finland pulled his finger out just as slowly as it went in. His other hand was now holding Denmark’s butt cheek away. The finger began sliding in again, torturously slow. Denmark rocked back against it to show that he could take it, and it sped up slightly.

“Fin, fuck’s sake,” he said, muffled by the pillows. “I won’t break, ya know.”

Sweden huffed a laugh.

“Shut up,” Denmark mumbled. Sweden used the hand in his hair to tilt his head and plant another sloppy kiss on his lips.

“Okay, enough of that,” Norway said. “Sweden, we need ya up here.”

Both men looked up at Norway. He had lost his pants and underwear somewhere along the line, as had Iceland, and both of them looked ruffled and overall hot. Sweden removed his hand from Denmark’s hair and sat up.

Finland pushed his finger into Denmark again. He steadily increased the pace of his thrusts until it didn’t feel intrusive for Denmark anymore, just pleasant and not nearly enough, and then, as if he knew what the Dane was feeling, he slowed down to add a second finger.

“Yeah,” Denmark breathed. He looked up at the other three again when a long moan escaped Iceland – who was never really all that vocal – to find the younger nation rocking himself back on three of Sweden’s long fingers, leaning against his brother’s chest. Norway caught Denmark’s gaze for a moment, almost challenging, before looking over his head to Finland, who pushed his two fingers inside Denmark swiftly. He wasted no time before speeding up. Denmark rested his forehead on his forearms and rocked back against the intrusion.

Finland cursed quietly, his free hand clenching down on Denmark’s ass.

“Finland,” the nation whined.

“Yes, yes,” the Finn said breathily. He pulled both his fingers out completely and pushed three back in, stretching Denmark’s hole deliciously. The fingers rotated as they pushed inside.

Before long, Denmark was whining impatiently at Finland to just fuck him already, c’mon, Fin, just put your fucking cock in me right now. Finland didn’t react, only speeding up his thrusts, but then there were two slender hands pulling Denmark’s head up by his jaw, and Norway’s voice telling him he could put his mouth to better uses than whining, as ever.

Denmark looked up at Norway, whose face was still deceptively passive. His eyes had a twinkle in them, though, one that Denmark had come to associate with dirty, dirty things over time. The Norwegian’s hand went from his jaw to the back of his head to grip his hair and guide him in the direction of his cock. Denmark followed blindly, still looking up through his lashes, until his lips found the slick head of Norway’s erection.

Norway hummed as Denmark took him into his mouth. His thumb rubbed over the Dane’s jaw, his cheek and across the corner of his lips. Denmark moaned, his eyelids dropping. Norway’s cock was heavy and warm against his tongue and the inside of his cheek, and the heady taste of precum was quickly spreading through his mouth. He didn’t mind.

Finland twisted his fingers sharply, then pulled them out, and Denmark had to pull off Norway for a second to breathe properly when he felt the Finn’s slick cock – finally – nudge against his hole.

“Ready?” Finland asked, very far away.

A “Yes!” exploded out of Denmark. He’d been ready. Before Finland could enter him, however, his head was yanked up by Norway’s hand in his hair, and then there was hot whisper in his ear to look. So he opened his eyes and found Iceland poised over Sweden’s hips, ready to sink down on his thick cock.

“You are going to do this,” Norway said, slowly, “at the same time, and you are going to look very carefully.”

Iceland swallowed visibly, his legs trembling. Sweden was running his hands up and down the man’s upper legs.

“Understood?” Norway asked. He was still holding Denmark’s head up, but the Dane managed to nod.

Finland cursed in Finnish. Iceland nodded shakily. Sweden made vague noise of assent.

“On the count of three.” He paused for a moment, and Iceland whimpered. “One, two… Three.”

Denmark struggled to keep his eyes open when Finland pushed inside, slowly but surely filling him, but he managed to keep his gaze on the point where Iceland and Sweden joined, Iceland’s pale, bony legs trembling beautifully as he sank down. Norway’s grip on his hair faltered for a second.

Finland cursed again when he bottomed out, his hips stuttering against Denmark’s ass. The Dane wholeheartedly agreed. He clenched his inner muscles around his friend’s dick, and Finland draped himself over his back again in response, breathing hotly on his neck. A few seconds later, Iceland also came to a halt, his eyelids fluttering. Sweden groaned deeply.

“Hm,” Norway said. “Very good.” His thumb was sliding over Denmark’s lips again, almost absentmindedly, spreading saliva and precum. “I didn’t say ya couldn’t move, did I?”

“Fucking hell,” Iceland said – and Denmark couldn’t deny that his cock gave an interested twitch at that – and he heaved himself up from Sweden’s hips.

Finland didn’t say anything, just began moving his hips in tight little circles against Denmark’s ass. The barely-there thrusts were enough to make the Danish nation whimper and rock back against him. Norway finally let go of his hair, and Denmark thankfully rested his forehead on his arms again. He had much better leverage this way, even if Finland couldn’t move far, plastered against Denmark’s back as he was. The Finn’s small hands were all over his chest all of a sudden, scratching at his stomach and at his nipples and leaving hot pleasure in their wake, and his mouth had found the man’s shoulder, biting and licking at it between curses.

The thrusts became deeper, quicker. That was always the way it was with Finland; he sped up and sped up until you were certain he was going to break something – maybe you – , and then he would stop completely, and fall apart. Denmark didn’t know if that said anything about Finla—

“Shit, fuck, Fin, right there,” he panted, trying to angle his hips to get Finland to thrust against that particular spot again, that spot that made white heat explode in his veins because it was so close to what this was building up to.

“Do I – look like a fucking machine?” Finland asked, breathing labored, even as he squirmed around against Denmark to try and comply.

He succeeded eventually, landing three harsh thrusts against Denmark’s prostate before something shifted again. The Dane cursed loudly, toes curling. Finland, removing himself from Denmark’s sticky back, sat up to grab his hips and piston into him even more harshly. Denmark wished he could see him right now, because something about sweet, cheery Finland turning into such a beast when he had sex was almost as arousing as the cool and collectedness of Norway shattering, or Sweden finding his words and telling them all what to do in great detail.

More heat exploded in his groin when Finland hit his prostate again. His cock throbbed, almost painful in its intensity. He curled his hands into the pillows.

Finland’s fingers were digging into his hips by the time the man’s cursing was starting to transform into incoherent noises, and then, just as Denmark had expected, Finland came to a sudden stop deep within him, pushed flush against his back, and came undone with a deep gasp.

As he fell over Denmark’s back bonelessly, his hand reached down to grasp the nation’s cock. Denmark twitched at the dual pleasure of being filled and having his cock touched – finally. He screwed his eyes even tighter shut.

It didn’t take long before he was coming as well, spilling himself over Finland’s hand with a choked-up curse. The Finn breathed out heavily against his spine and pulled his now soft cock out of him slowly. Denmark shivered.

The both of them collapsed on top of each other, spent.

A deep groan escaped Sweden, and Denmark looked up just in time to see the tall nation throw his head back, his glasses sliding up the bridge of his nose. His mouth went slack and his eyes opened wide, and Iceland moaned keenly on top of the Swede. Norway was on his knees next to his brother, murmuring into his ear, with his hand around the man’s cock. Iceland whimpered, rocking back and forth into it. Both his and Norway’s light hair looked almost white in the faint winter light falling inside. It painted an almost angelic picture, and Denmark’s spent cock twitched at the sight.

Finland rolled off him right at the moment that Iceland turned his red head into Norway’s neck and came.

“Aw, fuck,” he said. “I missed it.”

Denmark chuckled, and Norway smirked at them. Iceland got even redder, if possible.

After a short while, Iceland groaned and pulled himself off of Sweden’s cock, half-rolling off the man, half-landing on Norway.