435. The Flavours of Aphros Meme

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The Flavours of Aphros Meme

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Spain | Axis Powers Hetalia | OTA

[si_espana]

[si_espana]

[He hums in pleasure, toes practically curling when the other touches his hair. He even leans his head a little, wanting more contact]

I don't know... I just do...

[dam_stijl]

[He gives it, and presses his hand flat against Spain's forehead before running his fingers through his hair - and at the same time steps back, tilting his hips away, licking his lips.]

[Even that dumbass voice is appealing, right now. The coffee's done and he's just standing here, running his fingers through this moron's stupid silky hair. And it feels fantastic.]

Oop, just need to cook something. Be back in a bit

[si_espana]

[Please don't stop, Ned. Spain likes what you're doing and he's clearly distracted from the coffee. Green eyes close completely, focusing on the touch, but something nags at him, wanting more than this]

Ah, it's 4:30 so I'm off for now o/

[dam_stijl]

[As long as nothing is said, he'll keep running his fingers though that hair, even letting his own eyes close as he does it - strands slipping though his fingers should not feel this nice, he knows on some level - the rest of him shoves that away. It feels nice and he smells coffee instead of Spain and his rabbit is apparently still asleep in another room. Good.]

Ah okay! Later then!

[si_espana]

[Spain's eyes open again, watching Ned touch him. It's been a long time since he's ever really touched him willingly for more than a few seconds. It comforts him and makes a happy little thrill play along his belly, not finding this strange at all]

[He gets distracted by that scarf around Ned's neck, though. That warm scarf]

\o\

[dam_stijl]

[He's still got his eyes closed, getting a little lost in running his fingers through Spain's hair, pretty much forgetting who it is he's touching.]

/o/

[si_espana]

And there will be more touching here.

[si_espana]

[That scarf. He wants to touch it, wants it around him. He wonders if Ned would mind sharing at least. Shifting closer, Spain reaches and gently starts toying with the edges of it closest to him, the back of his fingers gently touching against Ned's side]

[dam_stijl]

[His eyes snap open and he yanks his hand out of that hair, ready to tear his scarf away and say some choice-fucking-words - ]

[Instead he just gapes down, holding his breath, mouth suddenly dry.]

[si_espana]

[The scarf is soft and warm with Ned's bodyheat and Spain longs to pull more of it around him]

[Those fingers suddenly pull out of his hair, distracting him. Green eyes turn up to meet the other's gaze, fingers still tangled in the scarf]

[His voice is soft when he speaks] Holanda.

[dam_stijl]

[He sucks in a breath he didn't realize he was holding and flicks his eyes to the fingers still brushing against him, flushes just a bit, high on his cheekbones.]

Y-yeah.

[That...feels... he wants to step toward the touch.]

[si_espana]

Could I share your scarf?

[It doesn't seem right to ask for all of it. Some other time, he would probably suffer the chill or just borrow another scarf. Such thoughts don't come to him now]

[That scarf Ned is wearing. It must be very, very warm]

Please?

[dam_stijl]

Wh - my scarf.

[That takes a minute to sink in, and when it finally does, he huffs and wrenches his scarf back.]

[si_espana]

I don't know. It's just probably very warm...

[And a bright smile as he chuckles softly to himself, moving to pull up his legs up over the chair to huddle tighter into himself]

Would a hug be easier to ask for?

[dam_stijl]

[Glares and turns on his heel to get the damn coffee, muttering to more to himself as he pours it into two mugs.]

Ya never ask for a hug normally, dunno why you would now.