[Hetalia] Cold Nights
Title: Cold Nights
Author: masanami
Character(s): Denmark/Sweden
Word Count: 1,161
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Modern
Warnings: explicit sexual content
Summary: One cold night Denmark insists on going camping and then he insists that Sweden keep him warm.
Author's Note: I can't believe I wrote this. Total PWP...yet I still post it. Go figure.
It was a cold night.
Sweden could see his own breath rising off his lips in a cloud of condensed and humidified air as he breathed in easy and slow paced breathes that sounded dull and lost amidst the midnight sounds of animals that scurried around the camping grounds. He could hear Denmark stirring in the sleeping bag next to him, and once again Sweden had to wonder why Denmark had insisted that they go camping on this weekend. It had been a rash decision, one that Denmark would not take no for an answer, and now he was paying for it by sleeping outside on a night better spent in the comfort of a warm bed.
“I’m c-c-cold.” Denmark’s voice muttered through chattering teeth. His voice was almost drowned out through the dying roar of the fire he had made, though the fading ambers threatened to snuff it out completely and leave them in complete cold and darkness.
“Get more wood.” He mumbled back to the Dane as he turned over on his side and pulled the covers against his body, hugging them close over the layers of jackets, shirts, and scarves that he wore to ward off the cold.
He heard the sound of movement as Denmark got up from his own sleeping bag and laid back down next to him, so close that he could feel the pressure of Denmark’s back against his own. “What are you doing?” He asked with irritation, in a foul mood because it was cold and it was Denmark’s fault that they were out here in the first place.
“Keep me warm, Sweden.” Denmark whined as he snuggled closer and Sweden felt his hands pulling underneath his sleeping bag.
He turned around to push Denmark away, but before he had a chance Denmark had found entrance and wrapped his arms around him. Before he opened his mouth to protest, those hands traveled underneath his jacket, shirt, and then they traced the soft flesh of his stomach. Sweden felt his face burning red, and he tried to swat away the fingers that danced and tingled across his flesh, but Denmark would not be deterred and as with all things in life, he was sure persistence would get him what he wanted.
“S-stop,” Sweden said, stuttering at the own flustered words that spilled from between his lips.
“Stop what?” Denmark’s voice was innocent, cunning, and far too knowing about the effect he was having. “It seems like you’re enjoying yourself. And having sex will keep us both warm.” It was just like Denmark to find a reason such as that, and as if to prove his point, Denmark’s other hand found his tightened pants and Sweden buried his face in his pillow to suppress a moan.
He felt Denmark’s lips on his ears and tracing lines along his jaw. “Oh c’mon Sweden, it hasn’t been that long since the last time, you know…” But it had been a long time, far too long for Sweden to feel comfortable with all those hands exploring in places where he didn’t want Denmark to go. Suddenly the sleeping bag felt far too hot and the heat of their breathes mingled together made him want to escape out into the frigid night.
But Denmark had other plans and Sweden knew far too well that when Denmark had something in mind that he wouldn’t stop until he got everything that he wanted. With one hand rubbing against his trousers, Denmark used the other to cup fingers underneath his chin and force him to pull his head from the pillow. From the darkness he could just make out Denmark’s features through his blemished vision, his glasses discarded for slumber, but the other’s features in far too much focus already. Just seeing those sterling blue eyes, that cocky grin, the haphazard strands of blonde hair…he felt his breath hitching in his chest in hard heaves and a rush of adrenaline shooting through his veins.
“Kiss me,” Denmark demanded gently. His nose nuzzled against his own, and Sweden slowly closed his eyes. “I want you.”
Sweden’s lips pressed against Denmark’s own, and like a purr he could feel Denmark humming between their lips-and then his tongue that licked across his lips in temptation before findings its way into the warm place between their mouths. Denmark’s mouth tasted salty, like the sea.
He felt fingers roaming through his hair and with a moaning protest both of his hands clasped the side of his face, leaving him needy for the other’s touch. But Denmark was skillful in his own right, and knew how to distract with his tongue. If there was one thing that Denmark was good about, it was using that tongue of his for more than just talking.
The heat of Denmark’s breath against his neck was both arousing and suffocating-it made his skin tingle and flinch under that touch and the lips that followed. Each move made a shudder run down his spine, supple and warning of the skills that he possessed.
“Just relax…”
But it was impossible to relax when Denmark was removing his clothes and his mind was muddled between the confusion of giving in or trying to further resist against every whim that came across the Dane’s mind. But when Denmark’s warm mouth clamped down on him, all those thoughts quickly dissipated. All he felt was the grind of lips presented against his length, the sound of Denmark’s lips smacking against him, and the tingling pleasurable sensation that worked its way along his spine.
Denmark always knew just how to stop his protests.
The slick sucking sounds and Sweden’s moans filled the night air. Sweden’s fingers clenched around the blankets, nestling them in his grasp as his body jerked against Denmark’s skilled touch.
Finally Denmark surfaced for air, licking his lips and smirking.
“Like that, huh?” he asked as he leaned over his body and claimed his lips in a kiss before Sweden could speak or push him away, his words lost behind a muffled lip-locking seal.
And just like that there was no use resisting any further. Clothes were torn away, and the hot panting breathes warmed the air around them as they groped more feverously and sensually. Denmark’s hips pressed between his legs, and grunting moans filling the cold night as slick sweat glided skin across skin.
It made the cold seem more bearable.
When they were finished Denmark rolled off and lay on the ground beside him, fingers interlocking behind his head.
Sweden turned his head to look at Denmark through the dark night, just able to make out the sharp bridge of his nose and the ruffled blonde hair with his disrupted vision. The content curve of a smirk was on his lips, and it made Denmark look like he had just won something-but maybe that wasn’t very far from the truth.
Sighing, Sweden turned on his side and closed his eyes.
Author: masanami
Character(s): Denmark/Sweden
Word Count: 1,161
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Modern
Warnings: explicit sexual content
Summary: One cold night Denmark insists on going camping and then he insists that Sweden keep him warm.
Author's Note: I can't believe I wrote this. Total PWP...yet I still post it. Go figure.
It was a cold night.
Sweden could see his own breath rising off his lips in a cloud of condensed and humidified air as he breathed in easy and slow paced breathes that sounded dull and lost amidst the midnight sounds of animals that scurried around the camping grounds. He could hear Denmark stirring in the sleeping bag next to him, and once again Sweden had to wonder why Denmark had insisted that they go camping on this weekend. It had been a rash decision, one that Denmark would not take no for an answer, and now he was paying for it by sleeping outside on a night better spent in the comfort of a warm bed.
“I’m c-c-cold.” Denmark’s voice muttered through chattering teeth. His voice was almost drowned out through the dying roar of the fire he had made, though the fading ambers threatened to snuff it out completely and leave them in complete cold and darkness.
“Get more wood.” He mumbled back to the Dane as he turned over on his side and pulled the covers against his body, hugging them close over the layers of jackets, shirts, and scarves that he wore to ward off the cold.
He heard the sound of movement as Denmark got up from his own sleeping bag and laid back down next to him, so close that he could feel the pressure of Denmark’s back against his own. “What are you doing?” He asked with irritation, in a foul mood because it was cold and it was Denmark’s fault that they were out here in the first place.
“Keep me warm, Sweden.” Denmark whined as he snuggled closer and Sweden felt his hands pulling underneath his sleeping bag.
He turned around to push Denmark away, but before he had a chance Denmark had found entrance and wrapped his arms around him. Before he opened his mouth to protest, those hands traveled underneath his jacket, shirt, and then they traced the soft flesh of his stomach. Sweden felt his face burning red, and he tried to swat away the fingers that danced and tingled across his flesh, but Denmark would not be deterred and as with all things in life, he was sure persistence would get him what he wanted.
“S-stop,” Sweden said, stuttering at the own flustered words that spilled from between his lips.
“Stop what?” Denmark’s voice was innocent, cunning, and far too knowing about the effect he was having. “It seems like you’re enjoying yourself. And having sex will keep us both warm.” It was just like Denmark to find a reason such as that, and as if to prove his point, Denmark’s other hand found his tightened pants and Sweden buried his face in his pillow to suppress a moan.
He felt Denmark’s lips on his ears and tracing lines along his jaw. “Oh c’mon Sweden, it hasn’t been that long since the last time, you know…” But it had been a long time, far too long for Sweden to feel comfortable with all those hands exploring in places where he didn’t want Denmark to go. Suddenly the sleeping bag felt far too hot and the heat of their breathes mingled together made him want to escape out into the frigid night.
But Denmark had other plans and Sweden knew far too well that when Denmark had something in mind that he wouldn’t stop until he got everything that he wanted. With one hand rubbing against his trousers, Denmark used the other to cup fingers underneath his chin and force him to pull his head from the pillow. From the darkness he could just make out Denmark’s features through his blemished vision, his glasses discarded for slumber, but the other’s features in far too much focus already. Just seeing those sterling blue eyes, that cocky grin, the haphazard strands of blonde hair…he felt his breath hitching in his chest in hard heaves and a rush of adrenaline shooting through his veins.
“Kiss me,” Denmark demanded gently. His nose nuzzled against his own, and Sweden slowly closed his eyes. “I want you.”
Sweden’s lips pressed against Denmark’s own, and like a purr he could feel Denmark humming between their lips-and then his tongue that licked across his lips in temptation before findings its way into the warm place between their mouths. Denmark’s mouth tasted salty, like the sea.
He felt fingers roaming through his hair and with a moaning protest both of his hands clasped the side of his face, leaving him needy for the other’s touch. But Denmark was skillful in his own right, and knew how to distract with his tongue. If there was one thing that Denmark was good about, it was using that tongue of his for more than just talking.
The heat of Denmark’s breath against his neck was both arousing and suffocating-it made his skin tingle and flinch under that touch and the lips that followed. Each move made a shudder run down his spine, supple and warning of the skills that he possessed.
“Just relax…”
But it was impossible to relax when Denmark was removing his clothes and his mind was muddled between the confusion of giving in or trying to further resist against every whim that came across the Dane’s mind. But when Denmark’s warm mouth clamped down on him, all those thoughts quickly dissipated. All he felt was the grind of lips presented against his length, the sound of Denmark’s lips smacking against him, and the tingling pleasurable sensation that worked its way along his spine.
Denmark always knew just how to stop his protests.
The slick sucking sounds and Sweden’s moans filled the night air. Sweden’s fingers clenched around the blankets, nestling them in his grasp as his body jerked against Denmark’s skilled touch.
Finally Denmark surfaced for air, licking his lips and smirking.
“Like that, huh?” he asked as he leaned over his body and claimed his lips in a kiss before Sweden could speak or push him away, his words lost behind a muffled lip-locking seal.
And just like that there was no use resisting any further. Clothes were torn away, and the hot panting breathes warmed the air around them as they groped more feverously and sensually. Denmark’s hips pressed between his legs, and grunting moans filling the cold night as slick sweat glided skin across skin.
It made the cold seem more bearable.
When they were finished Denmark rolled off and lay on the ground beside him, fingers interlocking behind his head.
Sweden turned his head to look at Denmark through the dark night, just able to make out the sharp bridge of his nose and the ruffled blonde hair with his disrupted vision. The content curve of a smirk was on his lips, and it made Denmark look like he had just won something-but maybe that wasn’t very far from the truth.
Sighing, Sweden turned on his side and closed his eyes.