Norway, who was still hard. Denmark heaved himself up to his hands and knees to crawl over to him. Norway smiled softly at him, in that way that only Norway could smile, at once cool and inviting and mischievous. When Denmark reached him, he put his hands on the man’s upper legs and leaned up to kiss him. Their mouths meshed together messily, Denmark probably still tasting like Norway. But when he tried to get his fingers around the Norwegian’s dick, they were stopped, and Denmark pulled away to gaze at his friend questioningly.
“I need ya to get Sweden hard again,” Norway told him, looking straight into his eyes, hand around his jaw. His breath was hot on Denmark’s face. There was a confused-but-interested ‘hm’ from Sweden, and he continued, “I still want all of you to fuck me, and ya can’t do that like this.”
“Yes, sir,” Denmark said, pressing a last kiss to his lips. Finland laughed.
The Dane attempted to do a backwards rollover to reach Sweden, but he ended up falling on Iceland instead.
“What the actual fuck, Denmark.”
“I was gonna be awesome, but nevermind.” He rolled off of Iceland and crawled over to a vaguely amused Sweden, who was now propped up on his elbows.
One of the perks of being a nation was having accelerated healing, and one of the perks of having accelerated healing was that it took virtually no time after having an orgasm before you could get it up again, no matter how old you got. There was a rumor that Prussia had once attempted to break the world record for most male orgasms in an hour, but no one actually knew if that was true. Denmark tried not to think about it too much, especially not now, with Sweden spread out before him, flushed beautifully.
Norway ordered Finland and Iceland to come over to him.
Splaying a hand on Sweden’s toned chest, Denmark leaned over the man to kiss his lips briefly, then moved on to mouth at his jaw and his neck, where he knew he was particularly sensitive. He was rewarded with a small gasp when he bit down on the tendon in Sweden’s neck, and he smiled against the skin before soothing it with his tongue. It tasted salty.
Denmark swung a leg over Sweden’s hips to straddle him, paying no mind to the mess that Iceland had made. Or the mess that Finland had made inside him, for that matter. He rather liked this sort of mess. Sweden wound a hand into Denmark’s hair again.
“Ya guys have a thing for my hair, don’t ya?”
“You’ve a thing f’your hair, Denmark.” As if to emphasize this, Sweden gave it a tug, bringing Denmark’s face over his, and the Dane groaned. “’S very obvious.”
Denmark raised an eyebrow, and Sweden pulled his head down to meet his lips once more. His tongue slid hot into Denmark’s mouth, curling around his teeth. Careful to avoid Sweden’s glasses, Denmark brought his hands up around his friend’s face to further deepen the kiss, his own tongue meeting Sweden’s and twining around it. Sweden’s other hand landed heavy on his back.
They made out for a while. Denmark could feel his own cock starting to stir again, slow waves of arousal pushing through his body, and was reminded of Norway’s task for him. He pulled away from Sweden somewhat regretfully, though their tongues remained touching for a short moment, in the hot space between their mouths. They were both breathing heavily.
“Hmm,” Denmark hummed, moving down to nip at Sweden’s neck again, the junction of jaw and throat, “I can’t wait to see ya fuck Norway, Sve. You’re so-” a bite on his collarbone, “fucking-” pinching a nipple, “hot like this.” He glanced up at the man. “Not to say that you’re not normally hot.”
Strangely enough, that was what made Sweden’s face redden even more. He threw his head back, away from Denmark’s gaze, and groaned deeply. It rumbled around his chest. Denmark kissed his breastbone and then decided to hurry up a bit; the poor guy had been teased enough by the Wonder Twins earlier.
Wonder Twins, ha. He’d have to remember that one. It’d be sure to piss Iceland off.
He kissed down Sweden’s firm stomach, around his navel, following his lips with his fingers. The hand in his hair stayed in place the whole time, and maybe Sweden had a point; he did have a thing for people touching his hair. The grip tightened when he carefully slid a hand around Sweden’s somewhat-hard cock. When he looked up, he saw that the Swede had pushed himself back up on his right elbow and was looking at him, so he winked. Surprisingly, Sweden smiled at him in response.
He kept his eyes firmly on Sweden’s face as he licked a long stripe up his cock. He swore he could feel it twitch in his hand, and Sweden made a low, very satisfying noise, blinking incessantly.
“Good,” Denmark murmured, lips against Sweden’s dick. It was hardening noticeably. “You like this, don’t you, Sve? Me, between your legs. Sucking your cock.” He slid his lips around the head to emphasize his point, although he wasn’t entirely sure if Sweden could even hear him.
“He does,” said Finland’s voice, somewhere above Denmark. Thin fingers touched his neck briefly, and the Danish nation looked away from Sweden’s clear blue eyes to meet violet-blue. Finland was shuffling along Sweden’s torso, up to his head, where he leaned down to continue, “He still likes to have people bow before him, hm?”
Sweden’s hand left Denmark’s – by now probably really messy, and sweaty – hair to pull the Finn into a kiss. Finland indulged him for a while, but then pulled away to carefully pull the man’s glasses off and put them out of reach of any limbs.
“Hey,” Sweden said.
Finland smiled at him, deceptively sweet. “But I really fucking like having people bow before me as well.” Denmark, who had kind of forgotten what he was doing, felt the Swede’s cock twitch in his hand, and slid his lips around the slick head again. Finland glanced at him when Sweden moaned, but then bent closer to Sweden to whisper something in his ear, something that had Sweden nodding eagerly, looking down at Finland’s cock, which was almost fully hard already. Denmark wondered what was going to happen.
He didn’t have to wonder long, because Sweden began shuffling around to lie more on his side, face in Finland’s direction. When he was comfortable, he reached out to grasp the man’s cock, now hovering in front of his mouth, and closed his lips around it. Finland sighed deeply and slid his right hand around Sweden’s face, thrusting into his mouth shallowly. Denmark had to take a second to breathe, but then he licked up Sweden’s cock again. It was fully hard now, but surely Norway wouldn’t mind if he reassured it stayed that way? He slid his mouth around it, sucking lightly and teasing the head with his teeth, and Sweden moaned, muffled around Finland’s dick. Finland cursed.
More hands on Denmark’s back, and this time Iceland’s voice followed, hovering close to his left ear, “I like you much better when you’re quiet.”
And then Norway’s sultry tones on his other side, “He’s also much prettier like this.”
“Hmh,” Iceland said, and Denmark pulled off Sweden to protest that, but he only succeeded in being captured by Iceland’s lips, moving slow and – chaste, was not entirely the right word, considering the circumstances – against his own.
“You’re almost prettier like that,” Norway said, and when Denmark looked down at him, he was licking up Sweden’s erection as well. The Swede spluttered and pulled away from Finland.
“Hot fucking damn,” said Finland. “That’s really hot.”
Sweden spluttered even more. Finland looked down at him, contemplatively, and then his face lit up like someone had just started a mosh pit – Finland had a strange obsession with mosh pits. He gently pushed Sweden down on his back again, but pulled his head up by the back of his neck and shoved a pillow underneath it.
“Okay?” he asked, and Sweden nodded, albeit with a slightly befuddled look on his face – though that might be because everything was blurry. The other three were now all watching as Finland swung a leg over Sweden chest and scooted forward until his erection was hovering in front of the man’s lips again. Norway breathed out heavily, cursing under his breath.
They couldn’t really see what was going on anymore, but they heard Finland ask, “This okay?”, and Sweden answering, “Hm,” intoned ‘did-you-need-to-ask?’, and then Finland looked over his shoulder at Norway with a mischievous smile. “This okay?”
“What if I said no?” Norway asked. Sweden made an unhappy sound, and the Norwegian smiled slightly. “Of course it’s okay, Finland. Do what ya want.”
Luckily for the three others, Finland had to raise his ass a little to push his cock between Sweden’s lips, so they could see it from between his legs. Sweden’s hands clenched down on Finland’s hips and his eyes were shut tightly. Finland had his fingers around the man’s head, holding him steady while his cock slowly disappeared into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Denmark breathed.
“We’re gonna have to explore that kink,” Norway said, almost drily.
“I volunteer,” Denmark said, watching Finland slide his spit-slick cock from between Sweden’s lips again as the tall nation moaned deeply.
Iceland and Norway both huffed. Sweden jerked his leg to the side, almost kneeing Norway in the stomach.
“Right,” the Norwegian nation said. “Get out of the way, Den.”
Denmark sat back on his haunches and watched Norway swing a leg over Sweden’s hips. Iceland had to scramble out of the way to avoid being hit in the face. Norway rubbed along Sweden’s cock with his own for a while, his breathing becoming slightly heavier.
“Den,” he said, without looking at Denmark. “Help me out here, will ya.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, leaning forward to grab Sweden’s cock, guiding the tip around Norway’s hole. He wondered briefly if there didn’t need to be more lube, but Norway seemed very well-prepared – he couldn’t believe he missed that – and Sweden was slick with – well, several fluids.
“Finland,” Iceland said, “you might want to give Svi some air.”
“Mmf,” Sweden said, and Finland swore. Iceland looked at Denmark and nodded minutely.
“Okay,” the Dane said. “Nor, Sve, ya ready?”
“’M ready,” Sweden replied, sounding muffled and out of breath, and Norway just pushed his ass down.
“Great.” He pushed Sweden’s dick against Norway, watching with rapt attention as it pushed past the ring of muscles, into his ass. Norway sighed as he sank down, and Sweden’s breathing became even heavier. Finland was murmuring things to him in Finnish, things that Denmark didn’t really understand, but they sounded – loving. Sweden was really the only one of them whose Finnish was good enough to understand Finland when he wasn’t talking clearly.
Eventually, Norway stopped. Sweden was buried almost to the hilt inside him, and Denmark had the distant urge to lick at the point where they joined, but he resisted it. And then thought, why would he resist it? So he leaned down to run his tongue along the place where Sweden’s cock disappeared into Norway. Norway bit off a curse, twitching, and Sweden’s leg jerked again. Denmark smiled, satisfied.
“What just happened?” Iceland asked.
“Nothin’. Why don’t ya move, Nor?”
Norway glared at Denmark over his shoulder, but started to move nonetheless, his hands on Sweden’s waist.
Denmark retreated from between his tall neighbor’s legs and sat next to Iceland to watch for a while. Finland waited a few moments before he nudged his cock against Sweden’s closed lips again, slipping against the corner of his mouth before sliding in as it opened eagerly. Denmark squeezed Iceland’s bony knee and slid his hand up the man’s leg afterwards.
“We should make a porno,” he said, to no one in particular.
“We should definitely not do that,” Iceland replied. “I’d rather go through with that weirdo LEGO idea you had that one time.”
“Please – don’t – talk – about – that,” Norway panted, bouncing up and down on Sweden’s cock.
Sweden let out a coughing, spluttering sound, and Finland quickly pulled away from him. “You okay?”
“Fine,” Sweden assured him, but Finland scooted backwards and got off his chest nonetheless. He grabbed the man’s glasses and gingerly placed them back on his nose. Sweden nodded thankfully and leaned up on his elbows to look at Norway. Finland sat on Iceland’s other side.
“Do something useful!” Norway gasped, and there was a scramble when Denmark and Finland both attempted to kiss Iceland at the same time.
“He already got a turn,” Denmark complained when Iceland turned his head towards the Finn. Iceland pulled away from him, very pointedly rolled his eyes at Denmark, and then leaned his way.
“He already got a turn,” Finland mumbled, amused.
And then there were two pairs of hands pushing Denmark down again, to lie on his back next to Sweden.
“You’re next,” Iceland said, and then leaned down to suck his cock.
“What the fuck,” Denmark said to the ceiling. His fingers were curling into the pillows of their own volition, and he was trying to buck up into the wonderful heat of Iceland’s mouth, but the hands were now pinning his hips down, and Sweden was groaning and panting next to him and Finland was nipping at his chest, and then leaning over him to kiss the Swede.
It was a messy, messy kiss, and it looked glorious.
Sweden turned his head out of it to gasp heavily, grip Norway’s hips, and hold the nation still while he came undone with a shudder through his whole body. Iceland pulled away from Denmark’s erection to watch.
Norway folded his hands over Sweden’s and pushed himself down on his cock with a determined face. His chest was heaving, and his own dick was curving up, almost touching his belly. Denmark thought he might be very close to breaking out from his composed façade. No one but Norway would manage to look collected when riding a cock. It was admirable, and also really hot, at least if you asked Denmark.
“Wow,” Finland said.
And also if you asked Finland, apparently.
Sweden whimpered a little – in a Sweden-like way. Norway slowly lifted his ass from the man’s cock, leaning forward to press a kiss to Sweden’s lips. Then he turned his attention to Denmark.
Denmark winked at him, but then he was distracted when Finland kissed him deeply. And when Finland pulled away from him to breathe, Denmark’s head was yanked sideways by Sweden, who tasted like Finland, which was all manner of hot. And then Denmark had to pull away to gasp deeply when a warm weight settled over his hips.
“Better be ready, Den,” Norway said, vaguely amused.
“Gu’fanden, I’m ready.”
“Hm. Ice?”
Iceland pushed Denmark’s dick into Norway without a word, and the both of them cursed under their breath. Denmark propped himself up on his elbows, and Norway planted his hands in the middle of his chest to give himself more leverage. He wasted no time before he was sliding up and down the Dane’s cock quickly, hot and tight and slick. Denmark bent his legs so he could buck up into him, snapping his hips.
“Oh, fuck,” Norway said. His hair was falling in his face in damp strands, but Iceland’s slender hand appeared to push it away gently, and his eyes fell closed, a low moan escaped his throat. Iceland’s head also appeared in Denmark’s field of vision, obscuring his view of Norway when he turned to kiss him. Norway wound one arm around his brother’s neck and sat up a little straighter, dragging the man with him.
Denmark fell to his back when he saw their tongues sneak out between their mouths, and Finland sniggered at him. He tried to swat at him, but found only pillows.
“Come on, Ta,” the Finn said. “Don’t you want to watch?”
“Ammn,” Denmark mumbled in response. Norway’s fingers clenched down on his chest, and his ass clenched down on his cock. Denmark groaned as a wave of heat spread through his body.
We [3/4]
“I need ya to get Sweden hard again,” Norway told him, looking straight into his eyes, hand around his jaw. His breath was hot on Denmark’s face. There was a confused-but-interested ‘hm’ from Sweden, and he continued, “I still want all of you to fuck me, and ya can’t do that like this.”
“Yes, sir,” Denmark said, pressing a last kiss to his lips. Finland laughed.
The Dane attempted to do a backwards rollover to reach Sweden, but he ended up falling on Iceland instead.
“What the actual fuck, Denmark.”
“I was gonna be awesome, but nevermind.” He rolled off of Iceland and crawled over to a vaguely amused Sweden, who was now propped up on his elbows.
One of the perks of being a nation was having accelerated healing, and one of the perks of having accelerated healing was that it took virtually no time after having an orgasm before you could get it up again, no matter how old you got. There was a rumor that Prussia had once attempted to break the world record for most male orgasms in an hour, but no one actually knew if that was true. Denmark tried not to think about it too much, especially not now, with Sweden spread out before him, flushed beautifully.
Norway ordered Finland and Iceland to come over to him.
Splaying a hand on Sweden’s toned chest, Denmark leaned over the man to kiss his lips briefly, then moved on to mouth at his jaw and his neck, where he knew he was particularly sensitive. He was rewarded with a small gasp when he bit down on the tendon in Sweden’s neck, and he smiled against the skin before soothing it with his tongue. It tasted salty.
Denmark swung a leg over Sweden’s hips to straddle him, paying no mind to the mess that Iceland had made. Or the mess that Finland had made inside him, for that matter. He rather liked this sort of mess. Sweden wound a hand into Denmark’s hair again.
“Ya guys have a thing for my hair, don’t ya?”
“You’ve a thing f’your hair, Denmark.” As if to emphasize this, Sweden gave it a tug, bringing Denmark’s face over his, and the Dane groaned. “’S very obvious.”
Denmark raised an eyebrow, and Sweden pulled his head down to meet his lips once more. His tongue slid hot into Denmark’s mouth, curling around his teeth. Careful to avoid Sweden’s glasses, Denmark brought his hands up around his friend’s face to further deepen the kiss, his own tongue meeting Sweden’s and twining around it. Sweden’s other hand landed heavy on his back.
They made out for a while. Denmark could feel his own cock starting to stir again, slow waves of arousal pushing through his body, and was reminded of Norway’s task for him. He pulled away from Sweden somewhat regretfully, though their tongues remained touching for a short moment, in the hot space between their mouths. They were both breathing heavily.
“Hmm,” Denmark hummed, moving down to nip at Sweden’s neck again, the junction of jaw and throat, “I can’t wait to see ya fuck Norway, Sve. You’re so-” a bite on his collarbone, “fucking-” pinching a nipple, “hot like this.” He glanced up at the man. “Not to say that you’re not normally hot.”
Strangely enough, that was what made Sweden’s face redden even more. He threw his head back, away from Denmark’s gaze, and groaned deeply. It rumbled around his chest. Denmark kissed his breastbone and then decided to hurry up a bit; the poor guy had been teased enough by the Wonder Twins earlier.
Wonder Twins, ha. He’d have to remember that one. It’d be sure to piss Iceland off.
He kissed down Sweden’s firm stomach, around his navel, following his lips with his fingers. The hand in his hair stayed in place the whole time, and maybe Sweden had a point; he did have a thing for people touching his hair. The grip tightened when he carefully slid a hand around Sweden’s somewhat-hard cock. When he looked up, he saw that the Swede had pushed himself back up on his right elbow and was looking at him, so he winked. Surprisingly, Sweden smiled at him in response.
He kept his eyes firmly on Sweden’s face as he licked a long stripe up his cock. He swore he could feel it twitch in his hand, and Sweden made a low, very satisfying noise, blinking incessantly.
“Good,” Denmark murmured, lips against Sweden’s dick. It was hardening noticeably. “You like this, don’t you, Sve? Me, between your legs. Sucking your cock.” He slid his lips around the head to emphasize his point, although he wasn’t entirely sure if Sweden could even hear him.
“He does,” said Finland’s voice, somewhere above Denmark. Thin fingers touched his neck briefly, and the Danish nation looked away from Sweden’s clear blue eyes to meet violet-blue. Finland was shuffling along Sweden’s torso, up to his head, where he leaned down to continue, “He still likes to have people bow before him, hm?”
Sweden’s hand left Denmark’s – by now probably really messy, and sweaty – hair to pull the Finn into a kiss. Finland indulged him for a while, but then pulled away to carefully pull the man’s glasses off and put them out of reach of any limbs.
“Hey,” Sweden said.
Finland smiled at him, deceptively sweet. “But I really fucking like having people bow before me as well.” Denmark, who had kind of forgotten what he was doing, felt the Swede’s cock twitch in his hand, and slid his lips around the slick head again. Finland glanced at him when Sweden moaned, but then bent closer to Sweden to whisper something in his ear, something that had Sweden nodding eagerly, looking down at Finland’s cock, which was almost fully hard already. Denmark wondered what was going to happen.
He didn’t have to wonder long, because Sweden began shuffling around to lie more on his side, face in Finland’s direction. When he was comfortable, he reached out to grasp the man’s cock, now hovering in front of his mouth, and closed his lips around it. Finland sighed deeply and slid his right hand around Sweden’s face, thrusting into his mouth shallowly. Denmark had to take a second to breathe, but then he licked up Sweden’s cock again. It was fully hard now, but surely Norway wouldn’t mind if he reassured it stayed that way? He slid his mouth around it, sucking lightly and teasing the head with his teeth, and Sweden moaned, muffled around Finland’s dick. Finland cursed.
More hands on Denmark’s back, and this time Iceland’s voice followed, hovering close to his left ear, “I like you much better when you’re quiet.”
And then Norway’s sultry tones on his other side, “He’s also much prettier like this.”
“Hmh,” Iceland said, and Denmark pulled off Sweden to protest that, but he only succeeded in being captured by Iceland’s lips, moving slow and – chaste, was not entirely the right word, considering the circumstances – against his own.
“You’re almost prettier like that,” Norway said, and when Denmark looked down at him, he was licking up Sweden’s erection as well. The Swede spluttered and pulled away from Finland.
“Hot fucking damn,” said Finland. “That’s really hot.”
Sweden spluttered even more. Finland looked down at him, contemplatively, and then his face lit up like someone had just started a mosh pit – Finland had a strange obsession with mosh pits. He gently pushed Sweden down on his back again, but pulled his head up by the back of his neck and shoved a pillow underneath it.
“Okay?” he asked, and Sweden nodded, albeit with a slightly befuddled look on his face – though that might be because everything was blurry. The other three were now all watching as Finland swung a leg over Sweden chest and scooted forward until his erection was hovering in front of the man’s lips again. Norway breathed out heavily, cursing under his breath.
They couldn’t really see what was going on anymore, but they heard Finland ask, “This okay?”, and Sweden answering, “Hm,” intoned ‘did-you-need-to-ask?’, and then Finland looked over his shoulder at Norway with a mischievous smile. “This okay?”
“What if I said no?” Norway asked. Sweden made an unhappy sound, and the Norwegian smiled slightly. “Of course it’s okay, Finland. Do what ya want.”
Luckily for the three others, Finland had to raise his ass a little to push his cock between Sweden’s lips, so they could see it from between his legs. Sweden’s hands clenched down on Finland’s hips and his eyes were shut tightly. Finland had his fingers around the man’s head, holding him steady while his cock slowly disappeared into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Denmark breathed.
“We’re gonna have to explore that kink,” Norway said, almost drily.
“I volunteer,” Denmark said, watching Finland slide his spit-slick cock from between Sweden’s lips again as the tall nation moaned deeply.
Iceland and Norway both huffed. Sweden jerked his leg to the side, almost kneeing Norway in the stomach.
“Right,” the Norwegian nation said. “Get out of the way, Den.”
Denmark sat back on his haunches and watched Norway swing a leg over Sweden’s hips. Iceland had to scramble out of the way to avoid being hit in the face. Norway rubbed along Sweden’s cock with his own for a while, his breathing becoming slightly heavier.
“Den,” he said, without looking at Denmark. “Help me out here, will ya.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, leaning forward to grab Sweden’s cock, guiding the tip around Norway’s hole. He wondered briefly if there didn’t need to be more lube, but Norway seemed very well-prepared – he couldn’t believe he missed that – and Sweden was slick with – well, several fluids.
“Finland,” Iceland said, “you might want to give Svi some air.”
“Mmf,” Sweden said, and Finland swore. Iceland looked at Denmark and nodded minutely.
“Okay,” the Dane said. “Nor, Sve, ya ready?”
“’M ready,” Sweden replied, sounding muffled and out of breath, and Norway just pushed his ass down.
“Great.” He pushed Sweden’s dick against Norway, watching with rapt attention as it pushed past the ring of muscles, into his ass. Norway sighed as he sank down, and Sweden’s breathing became even heavier. Finland was murmuring things to him in Finnish, things that Denmark didn’t really understand, but they sounded – loving. Sweden was really the only one of them whose Finnish was good enough to understand Finland when he wasn’t talking clearly.
Eventually, Norway stopped. Sweden was buried almost to the hilt inside him, and Denmark had the distant urge to lick at the point where they joined, but he resisted it. And then thought, why would he resist it? So he leaned down to run his tongue along the place where Sweden’s cock disappeared into Norway. Norway bit off a curse, twitching, and Sweden’s leg jerked again. Denmark smiled, satisfied.
“What just happened?” Iceland asked.
“Nothin’. Why don’t ya move, Nor?”
Norway glared at Denmark over his shoulder, but started to move nonetheless, his hands on Sweden’s waist.
Denmark retreated from between his tall neighbor’s legs and sat next to Iceland to watch for a while. Finland waited a few moments before he nudged his cock against Sweden’s closed lips again, slipping against the corner of his mouth before sliding in as it opened eagerly. Denmark squeezed Iceland’s bony knee and slid his hand up the man’s leg afterwards.
“We should make a porno,” he said, to no one in particular.
“We should definitely not do that,” Iceland replied. “I’d rather go through with that weirdo LEGO idea you had that one time.”
“Please – don’t – talk – about – that,” Norway panted, bouncing up and down on Sweden’s cock.
Sweden let out a coughing, spluttering sound, and Finland quickly pulled away from him. “You okay?”
“Fine,” Sweden assured him, but Finland scooted backwards and got off his chest nonetheless. He grabbed the man’s glasses and gingerly placed them back on his nose. Sweden nodded thankfully and leaned up on his elbows to look at Norway. Finland sat on Iceland’s other side.
“Do something useful!” Norway gasped, and there was a scramble when Denmark and Finland both attempted to kiss Iceland at the same time.
“He already got a turn,” Denmark complained when Iceland turned his head towards the Finn. Iceland pulled away from him, very pointedly rolled his eyes at Denmark, and then leaned his way.
“He already got a turn,” Finland mumbled, amused.
And then there were two pairs of hands pushing Denmark down again, to lie on his back next to Sweden.
“You’re next,” Iceland said, and then leaned down to suck his cock.
“What the fuck,” Denmark said to the ceiling. His fingers were curling into the pillows of their own volition, and he was trying to buck up into the wonderful heat of Iceland’s mouth, but the hands were now pinning his hips down, and Sweden was groaning and panting next to him and Finland was nipping at his chest, and then leaning over him to kiss the Swede.
It was a messy, messy kiss, and it looked glorious.
Sweden turned his head out of it to gasp heavily, grip Norway’s hips, and hold the nation still while he came undone with a shudder through his whole body. Iceland pulled away from Denmark’s erection to watch.
Norway folded his hands over Sweden’s and pushed himself down on his cock with a determined face. His chest was heaving, and his own dick was curving up, almost touching his belly. Denmark thought he might be very close to breaking out from his composed façade. No one but Norway would manage to look collected when riding a cock. It was admirable, and also really hot, at least if you asked Denmark.
“Wow,” Finland said.
And also if you asked Finland, apparently.
Sweden whimpered a little – in a Sweden-like way. Norway slowly lifted his ass from the man’s cock, leaning forward to press a kiss to Sweden’s lips. Then he turned his attention to Denmark.
Denmark winked at him, but then he was distracted when Finland kissed him deeply. And when Finland pulled away from him to breathe, Denmark’s head was yanked sideways by Sweden, who tasted like Finland, which was all manner of hot. And then Denmark had to pull away to gasp deeply when a warm weight settled over his hips.
“Better be ready, Den,” Norway said, vaguely amused.
“Gu’fanden, I’m ready.”
“Hm. Ice?”
Iceland pushed Denmark’s dick into Norway without a word, and the both of them cursed under their breath. Denmark propped himself up on his elbows, and Norway planted his hands in the middle of his chest to give himself more leverage. He wasted no time before he was sliding up and down the Dane’s cock quickly, hot and tight and slick. Denmark bent his legs so he could buck up into him, snapping his hips.
“Oh, fuck,” Norway said. His hair was falling in his face in damp strands, but Iceland’s slender hand appeared to push it away gently, and his eyes fell closed, a low moan escaped his throat. Iceland’s head also appeared in Denmark’s field of vision, obscuring his view of Norway when he turned to kiss him. Norway wound one arm around his brother’s neck and sat up a little straighter, dragging the man with him.
Denmark fell to his back when he saw their tongues sneak out between their mouths, and Finland sniggered at him. He tried to swat at him, but found only pillows.
“Come on, Ta,” the Finn said. “Don’t you want to watch?”
“Ammn,” Denmark mumbled in response. Norway’s fingers clenched down on his chest, and his ass clenched down on his cock. Denmark groaned as a wave of heat spread through his body.