Made in Secret 2/?
anonymous
September 26 2010, 22:57:18 UTC
Hong Kong remembers the first time he saw Iceland (or he likes to think he does) but in truth, he hadn't paid the slightest attention to him, not the way he does now, doting on his icy white hair and calm violet eyes, lips so pink, so wonderfully heart-shaped and his slim, long fingers hidden -save for the very tips- by the stuffy brown coat he usually wears.
There's that first time they went for a walk, Hong Kong nervous but somehow managing to appear composed and Iceland more interested in the path they were taking than the company. (For it was around Russia's house and there was quite a chance of running into Belarus who didn't really like Iceland thanks to his current situation.)
Slowly, but surely enough, talking to each other became a reason rather than an excuse to spend time and at that transition, the words flowed a little more easily, a little more warmly, at least on Iceland's part. He was quite amusing, Hong Kong found, in shocking, scandalizing ways. He'd turn the most innocuous phrase into something rude enough to
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Made in Secret 3/?
anonymous
September 26 2010, 22:59:40 UTC
"Oh really?" Hong Kong smiled, unable to pretend he wasn't amused. It had been a long day, lonely and boring now that he hadn't spent most of it with Iceland.
"No, seriously." Iceland's eyes grew wide and round, "He might, in his own words 'ice you'."
"Your puffin is going to kill me." Hong Kong deadpanned.
"Mr.Puffin," Iceland corrected, "Is going to kill you, if you anger him."
Hong Kong stared at Iceland, torn between derisive amusement and surprise as he tucked the picture away in his wallet. When Iceland looked back up at him, he tried to arrange his expression into a more neutral one and Iceland laughed, kissing him.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure he spares you," Iceland promised, "Can't have him killing off my boyfriend."
-"Would you like to come home for dinner some time?" Iceland had asked, almost six months after they'd first met, rather shyly
( ... )
Made in Secret 4/?
anonymous
September 26 2010, 23:06:17 UTC
Icelandic cuisine, Hong Kong supposed, was an acquired taste. It would take some getting used to before he could actually enjoy it. And some salt and oil and spices...
Iceland fretted about, looking more flustered by the second, so Hong Kong, in kindness pretended to enjoy everything put down before him, even took second helpings of some and tried very hard to smile and not listen as Iceland described what exactly he was eating
( ... )
Made in Secret 5/?
anonymous
September 26 2010, 23:08:11 UTC
"With me?" Hong Kong asked again, fingers trailing down Iceland's chest, shaking with the barest of tremors, betraying his apprehension.
Iceland almost laughed then, in something like relief, surging up to kiss Hong Kong, drawing him back down, losing his fingers in Hong Kong's dark hair, nipping at his earlobe.
"Yes, with you." Iceland chuckled, wrapping his legs around Hong Kong's waist, rocking gently against the answering bulge pressed against him, hot through their clothes, delighting in the way Hong Kong's ears reddened
( ... )
Made in Secret 6/?
anonymous
September 26 2010, 23:08:59 UTC
Trembling, he braced himself, one hand guiding himself in, the other pressed flat against Iceland's chest splayed flat. He pressed in, sliding and he was in- staying seated and Iceland's eyes widened, his mouth open in a perfect 'o' and Hong Kong couldn't breathe-- one brief moment of blind panic ohshit ohshit he's hurting I've hurt him until Iceland's fingers curled around his hand, there against his chest, hips shimmying lower and the sensation hit Hong Kong hard and fast and he moved, shaking, gasping for breath and it was too slow and too soon all at the same time.
And the moments after that blurred, time bleeding in like sweat, sweet and salty, red and deep and the sound of skin against skin, until the room turned to light, overwhelmed by the feel of Iceland around him, hot and safe and tight. Everything contracted to the point of Iceland's cry as he climaxed- open, honest, beautiful, love and it was all Hong Kong could do to keep from drowning in the riptides of pleasure, inarticulate as he fell and Iceland caught him, held
( ... )
Made in Secret 7/7
anonymous
September 26 2010, 23:11:40 UTC
The first time Hong Kong met Iceland's older brother, he'd been half-naked, almost completely aroused and very certainly confused. The latter in particular because Iceland fled from the room, leaving Hong Kong all alone with the taller, blond nation who stared at him quietly, obviously bewildered. Hong Kong got to his feet in the awkward silence, trying to find something to do with himself and identified the nation before him as Norway.
"Who?" Norway was pointing at him, having found one word to say at last.
"Uh..." Hong Kong scratched his head, trying to find a way to explain- something about who he was, but he couldn't seem to settle on a word suitable enough, until finally, he just decided to introduce himself. "I'm-- I'm Hong Kong
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made in secretChina had been the one who introduced them to each other ( ... )
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There's that first time they went for a walk, Hong Kong nervous but somehow managing to appear composed and Iceland more interested in the path they were taking than the company. (For it was around Russia's house and there was quite a chance of running into Belarus who didn't really like Iceland thanks to his current situation.)
Slowly, but surely enough, talking to each other became a reason rather than an excuse to spend time and at that transition, the words flowed a little more easily, a little more warmly, at least on Iceland's part. He was quite amusing, Hong Kong found, in shocking, scandalizing ways. He'd turn the most innocuous phrase into something rude enough to ( ... )
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"No, seriously." Iceland's eyes grew wide and round, "He might, in his own words 'ice you'."
"Your puffin is going to kill me." Hong Kong deadpanned.
"Mr.Puffin," Iceland corrected, "Is going to kill you, if you anger him."
Hong Kong stared at Iceland, torn between derisive amusement and surprise as he tucked the picture away in his wallet. When Iceland looked back up at him, he tried to arrange his expression into a more neutral one and Iceland laughed, kissing him.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure he spares you," Iceland promised, "Can't have him killing off my boyfriend."
-"Would you like to come home for dinner some time?" Iceland had asked, almost six months after they'd first met, rather shyly ( ... )
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Iceland fretted about, looking more flustered by the second, so Hong Kong, in kindness pretended to enjoy everything put down before him, even took second helpings of some and tried very hard to smile and not listen as Iceland described what exactly he was eating ( ... )
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Iceland almost laughed then, in something like relief, surging up to kiss Hong Kong, drawing him back down, losing his fingers in Hong Kong's dark hair, nipping at his earlobe.
"Yes, with you." Iceland chuckled, wrapping his legs around Hong Kong's waist, rocking gently against the answering bulge pressed against him, hot through their clothes, delighting in the way Hong Kong's ears reddened ( ... )
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And the moments after that blurred, time bleeding in like sweat, sweet and salty, red and deep and the sound of skin against skin, until the room turned to light, overwhelmed by the feel of Iceland around him, hot and safe and tight. Everything contracted to the point of Iceland's cry as he climaxed- open, honest, beautiful, love and it was all Hong Kong could do to keep from drowning in the riptides of pleasure, inarticulate as he fell and Iceland caught him, held ( ... )
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"Who?" Norway was pointing at him, having found one word to say at last.
"Uh..." Hong Kong scratched his head, trying to find a way to explain- something about who he was, but he couldn't seem to settle on a word suitable enough, until finally, he just decided to introduce himself. "I'm-- I'm Hong Kong ( ... )
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