hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 27

Hetalia kink meme part 27

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Finland hums lowly against Norway’s mouth, pulls away to breathe. Norway kisses down his jaw and his neck. He’s moving his fingers slowly over the man’s chest, enjoying the warmth. It’s not long before Finland gives his hair a soft but insistent tug, urging him to come back up to kiss his mouth again. Norway smiles slightly, but complies. He lowers his body on to Finland’s as their lips meet again – earns a low moan in reward.

When they separate for air this time, Norway sits back on his knees, dragging Finland with him. The Finn smiles at him, lips slick and a little red, and Norway can’t resist stealing another kiss, folding his hands around his jaw. He looks at Finland for a few moments, thumbs stroking his cheeks, and then slides his hands down to push the dress shirt off his shoulders. Finland grins again, shrugs out of the garment.

It takes a lot more kissing – because it’s amazingly hard to stop once you’ve started and when it’s so sweet – and a lot of wandering hands until they’ve finally got Norway’s sweater and both their undershirts off as well. Norway is straddling Finland now, knees on either side of the man’s hips. And they’re both a little flushed, but Norway loves how that looks on Finland, the light freckles standing out more than ever. He smoothes his hair back from his warm face, tucks it behind his ear thoughtlessly, and Finland laughs and pulls it free again. When Norway raises his eyebrows, he shrugs, circles his arm around the nation’s neck to peck his mouth, then kisses across his cheek, the sensitive skin underneath his eyes.

Norway runs his hands over Finland’s arms, across his shoulder blades and down his sides, ending at the edge of his jeans, where his thumbs stroke slow circles into the soft skin. Finland’s hands bury themselves in his hair, and the Finn arches his back a little to bring himself closer to Norway. Norway kisses his jaw, then rests his forehead in the junction of neck and shoulder; rocks his hips against Finland’s groin, earning a low groan. Norway smiles, rocks again. His own cock started stirring during the kissing, and he has no doubt that Finland is aroused as well, especially when he presses his crotch down against the man’s own, eliciting another groan and Finland’s hands tightening in his hair.

It takes a bit of fumbling for Norway to get Finland’s jeans open, but when he does, he reaches inside to pull the man’s semi-hard length out. He circles his fingers loosely around it, feels Finland breathe hotly across his neck.

Then he’s being pushed back, losing most contact with Finland. He gazes down at the man questioningly. Finland cocks his head and reaches for Norway’s zipper, but, no, there are more efficient ways to do this. Norway grabs Finland’s hands to guide them back to his pants, then starts undoing his own. It doesn’t take long for Finland to get it, and soon they’re both naked – and Norway’s about 74 percent sure Finland threw his jeans on the sticky chocolate cake, but they’ll worry about that later. For now, he gets his hands around his boyfriend’s hips again, and when he rocks against him this time, it’s wonderful skin-to-skin contact, and Finland’s eyes close.

Norway looks down at him, and he wants to tell him how fucking beautiful he finds him, but there’s better ways to do that too, so he pushes the man down and starts shuffling backwards, dragging his hand over Finland’s sides as he goes.

Finland props himself up on his elbows to watch Norway as he kisses his belly, gets a hand around his cock again. It’s harder now, hot and smooth under Norway’s palm.

A deep groan, low in Finland’s throat, has Norway looking up through a haze of blond hair at him, and he smiles a little, squeezes his erection. Finland gathers up Norway’s hair to get it out of his eyes. It’s getting long – maybe he’ll let it grow out for a while. He’ll ask Finland what he thinks later.

Norway bites his lower lip, flicks his eyes between Finland’s face and his cock while raising his eyebrows, and the Finn nods. His face is the picture of anticipation. Nodding as well, mostly to himself, Norway leans down to flick his tongue over the head of Finland’s cock. He gets an eager hum in response – not that he expected anything else – so he does it again. And again, and again, and then he slides his lips around the smooth tip, and Finland’s hand tightens marginally in his hair. He sucks lightly, teases with his teeth just a tiny bit, because he knows Finland likes it that way.

He slides his lips gradually further down, bobbing his head slowly, until he’s as far down as he’s going to get when the plan is not to deep-throat anyone, which it isn’t today. Finland’s cock is hot and heavy against his tongue, and the man’s hand is reassuring in his hair. Norway looks up through his lashes, revels in seeing Finland’s face slack with pleasure. He runs his free hand over the Finn’s inner thigh, across his hip, down his leg, brushes briefly against his balls. Finland gasps, and Norway has to suppress the urge to grin.

He keeps alternating between sliding his lips around Finland’s length and licking in languid strokes up his cock, and Finland keeps breathing out in little moans, bucking up occasionally. After a while, Norway slides his hand around his boyfriend’s balls again, pulls off his cock and presses his finger against his perineum. Finland’s hips buck up and he curses. Norway smirks up at him and does it again.

“Fuck,” Finland says, and then, “This is isn’t fair, Nor. Come here.”

Norway raises an eyebrow at him.

Finland mirrors the expression, but he wriggles his eyebrow a little bit, which says enough, so Norway gives a last long lick up his cock, swirling his tongue around the head, and crawls up until his face is hovering over Finland’s. The man smiles and reaches up to kiss him, but his right hand finds its way down to Norway’s cock and slides around it, hot and dry.

Norway wriggles around. Finland breaks the kiss to look at him, gaze questioning, but then he breaks out in a smile again, an apologetic one, and brings his hand back up to lick his palm. This time, when he slides around Norway’s erection, it’s hot and damp, which is better. Norway sighs, kisses Finland’s neck. He feels, more than hears, the answering hum in the man’s throat.

Slowly, Norway lowers his hips, until they touch Finland’s. Finland hums in pleasure and opens his hand to find his own erection and bring it together with Norway’s, creating a tantalizing slip-slide of skin and heat. His other hand weaves its way through Norway’s hair again, as the Norwegian nation rocks his hips languidly. Slow waves of arousal are pushing through his body, coming out of his mouth in low moans when he’s not biting his lip to contain the sounds. Finland breathes heavily through his mouth.

They’re not loud people.

They rock against each other like that for a while, slow and warm , and Norway thinks most of the candles are out by now, but he can’t summon the energy needed to create more sources of light, and besides, this is nice. Finland’s body is a canvas of light and shadows, pale skin marred with centuries of living, and Norway fucking loves him. He presses his forehead against Finland’s and starts rocking his hips faster. Finland bucks up in response, moves his hand a little more urgently. Norway sees his eyes close, but he keeps his open, looking down the Finn’s nose to where their cocks are sliding against each other, and his lower arms frame Finland’s head, fingertips just brushing his hair, spread out on the couch like some sort of halo.

A warm, tingling feeling starts to build in Norway’s groin. He bites his lip, breathing heavily though his nose.

Finland’s breathing is speeding up, and eventually, he cuts off a gasp, bucks his hips up stutteringly, and comes undone with a deep groan, spilling himself hot against Norway. Norway watches his face go slack, and the tingling is still building throughout his body. Finland’s hand doesn’t stop moving around him.

“C’mon,” the Finn breathes.

“I love you,” Norway whispers, and then the tingling feeling culminates into white-hot pleasure as he comes.

Finland curses.

When he’s ridden out his orgasm, Norway collapses on top of his boyfriend. His nose is pressed against the man’s cheek, so he can feel him smile.

“I love you too,” Finland says. He’s stroking large circles over Norway’s back.

They lie in satisfied silence for a while, but then the sticky wetness between their stomachs starts getting uncomfortable, so Norway waves a hand vaguely to summon a wet cloth and cleans them up. Finland chuckles lazily.

“Wish you could teach me that.”

Norway smiles. “Sorry. Either ya have it or ya don’t.”

“Hm. ‘S okay. At least I have you.”

“Yeah.” Norway looks down at Finland, who’s smiling at him. “You do.”

Finland nods. “Let’s just… Lie here for a while.”

So Norway banishes the cloth to – he’s not really sure where, but it’s gone – and then reaches down to grab the quilt he keeps next to couch. He chuckles when he sees that Finland did throw his jeans on the chocolate cake. He’ll clean that up later.

Pulling the quilt over both of them, Norway curls up next to Finland, one leg draped over his.

“You know what’s strange?” Finland asks, and here comes the customary weird after-sex revelation.

“What?” Norway responds, because what can you do.

“Why is death metal called death metal when it’s much more powerful than power metal? It’s not dead at all.”

Norway hums, traces a pattern into Finland’s chest.

“Zombie metal,” Finland says, and Norway kisses him, because the last thing he wants to talk about right now is zombies. Finland grins against his mouth, so he probably knew that, but he’s silent when Norway pulls away, trailing a hand through his hair instead.

The last candle burns out, so it’s nearly completely dark now.

Finland and Norway barely notice.

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I was reading the wiki (as you do) and apparently Norway likes baking. That, in combination with my headcanon that Finland must like metal, sprouted this. I tried to put as little dialogue in the sex scene as possible, which was harder than I thought it would be! I usually write a lot of dialogue into sex. But still, I hope you liked it! (:

anon!!!!! this is so great ;_; and you say you had trouble working in the romantic side of norway, but it's really well-done, i think, as is the subtle magic use!

i love love love the tone of the interaction between them, i think norfin can be a difficult ship to get down properly, but you've done the dynamic incredibly well while keeping them both super recognizable individually too.

i'm in awe of so many of the little details too, the candles throughout, "the world had come a long way," watching død snø of all things, the poor jeans, norway trying to sing along to metal... you really have a great, put-together piece here and i appreciate it so much as someone always excited for any bit of norfin!

Thank you for this wonderful comment, anon! I'm so glad I've got them down. I always feel like I'm injecting far too many headcanons into my writing, but apparently it works!

Also; Død Snø, was the movie called that? I have seen a grand total of two horror movies in my whole life, and one of them was that one. I don't even know if I got the plot right ~~because I was too lazy to look it up~~ but I thought it would be... idk, strangely appropriate?
But anyway, thank you again (as someone who has an unhealthy obsession with anything Nordic)!

This is lovely, anon :) So much domestic happiness. I love the idea that Finland's actually quite quiet when he's not filling in Sweden's silences, and the touches of magic from Norway, and the zombie metal, and the established-relationship non-drama of it all. It all feels very comfortable. Beautiful writing and great characters.

(Just one very small thing - whilst lowly is an adverb, it's slightly awkward and archaic, and is more often used to mean humble than to refer to a low voice/hum. I'd generally use words like softly, quietly and gently instead.)

Thanks, anon! Aaaaaa this is exactly the sort of thing you don't know when English isn't your native language, so thanks for pointing it out. I'll try to use other words in the future. (:

I wanted to write something here but really, the other Anon did so before me so I don't really know what to say here... I really liked the story, the setting and everything and I'm not sure what else to say ^^'.

OP! I'm glad you liked it as well!

I have never gotten such a positive response to a fill before wow. ;////; This is very encouraging!

I would write something... But I'm still very incoherent from how amazing this fill was, and the other anons have said it all already. Just know that this will likely be my favorite piece from the kink meme for quite some time— and geez, you are incredible at setting up atmosphere and setting. I had a picture in my head all the way through, and for me that's one of the most important things.. Thank you so much for writing this!

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Hetalia kink meme part 27

Taikatalvi (2/2)

not op, just very enthusiastic

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OP here~ :)

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Speechless!Anon