Title: The Space Underneath Your Arms
Pairing: Greece/Japan
Genre: Romance/Smut
Rating: M for sexytimes (or at least the beginning of them)
Summary: Japan has an embarrassing fetish. Greece finds out and doesn't mind it at all.
Notes: Written for the kink meme prompt "Anyone/Japan - Axillism (aka armpit fetish)".
Japan slowly pulled out of Greece, who gave a contented hum and began to roll over on his side until Japan placed a hand on his chest.
"If you don't mind, Greece-san..." Japan said, moving so that his head rested in the crook of Greece's arm, running his hand over Greece's broad chest as he did so, "I prefer this position."
If Greece found this request odd, he didn't say anything. He simply smiled sleepily and lifted one hand to card fingers through Japan's hair until his breathing slowly evened out and his hand fell away from Japan's head to rest on the bedsheets.
When Japan was sure that Greece was asleep, he shifted his head closer to Greece's armpit and inhaled deeply the musky, nose-tingling scent there. The truth was that he preferred this resting position not because it let him better admire Greece's abs (although that was definitely a bonus), but because it let him better admire Greece's armpit when it wasn't clothed and when he didn't have to try to explain his fascination with armpits without sounding like a pervert who got turned on by even the smallest, weirdest things.
Japan breathed in the scent of the crook of Greece's arm again, thankful that Greece kept his armpits clean enough to not make the smell overpowering but left them alone enough for the faint whiff of store-brought deodorant to not overwhelm the natural scent collected there. It was even better with the sweat of their lovemaking intermingled with the scent of sea salt, oregano, and freshly dug earth that was Greece. He buried his nose into the moist skin of Greece's armpit, feeling the recently shaved hair stubble brush against his nose and amplify the sensation of the smell even further.
"Are you sniffing my armpit?"
Japan's cheeks instantly flooded with color and he jerked his head up to meet the eyes of a clearly awake Greece. "I...I thought you were asleep," was the lame reply he managed to get out.
"I was meditating," Greece said, still looking calm if a little bemused. "Were you wondering what my armpits smelled like?"
"I...that is to say, I..." Japan, still flushed with shame at having been caught, floundered around for some explanation that would somehow spare him from further humiliation. When none came, he fell silent and looked over at Greece who merely looked back at him with a curious but patient expression, and the absurdity of being so ashamed of revealing something like this to Greece, when Greece had never laughed at any of his prior revealed kinks and fetishes, hit him then. "...I've smelled them before, and they have an appealing scent."
Greece quirked an eyebrow, but looked mildly intrigued. "What do they smell like?"
Japan could easily recall their smell, and how it was much like Greece's overall body scent concentrated in a smaller area. "They smell like the air of the coastline we sometimes walk along."
Greece glanced down at one of his armpits. "I thought they'd smell mostly like sweat."
"They smell like that too, but not in a bad way. It reminds me of what we just did together, and..." Japan lowered his eyes from Greece's face to a dark spot on his collarbone. "...the sensations associated with it."
He kept his eyes fixed on Greece's collarbone, but still saw Greece smile at the edge of his vision and reach out to touch his left shoulder lightly. "What do your armpits smell like?"
It was curious how a single touch from Greece could so easily dissipate the remaining tension in Japan's chest. "I'm not sure. I can't really smell them well."
Greece's hand on his shoulder slid down to curl around his upper arm. "May I?" he asked.
Japan, a bit disbelieving, nodded and let Greece gently move his arm away from his side and up to a resting position behind his head. Greece leaned down to look at the exposed armpit and ran the back of his hand over the sensitive skin there.
"So smooth..." Greece murmured. "Are they ticklish?" he asked when Japan bit down on his tongue to stifle the sounds coming from his throat.
"A little bit," Japan admitted. There was also the factor of how the mere concept of Greece being interested in that private part of his, the one he kept carefully clean and smoothly shaved even when he thought no one would want to even see it, was creating squiggly feelings in his stomach. He felt his cock, previously spent from his earlier activities with Greece, begin to stir again.
Then Greece pressed his nose against the soft skin of his armpit, and Japan could feel his breath ghosting against his skin in intervals as he breathed in its scent, repeatedly, as if memorizing and treasuring the smells of the day and the person, all accumulated in that warm crevice normally concealed by clothing or shame. It was a bit like when Japan had believed that Greece would find his thin, white body unappealing and how his subsequent relief when Greece had turned out to enjoy exploring and teasing it very much had made the unexpected attention even more pleasant. He bit his lip again as his cock made its renewed need for attention even clearer.
"Smells like tea, herbal soap...and sweat," Greece murmured, his voice sounding like a deep purr against Japan's skin. Japan shivered, and then let out an involuntary gasp as he felt warm fingers wrap around his half-hard cock and begin teasing the tip of its shaft. "Do you really get this hard when it comes to armpits?" he said in that same low voice.
"It's-it's called axillism," Japan said, struggling to keep his voice steady as Greece's fingers worked their way up and down a trail they knew every sensitive spot of. "Armpit fetish."
"It's not that odd a fetish," Greece said, his breath still hot on Japan's armpit. "I can see why you'd find their odor enticing." His hand stilled on Japan's cock as he lifted his head up to look at Japan directly. "You didn't have to hide it from me."
Japan shifted uneasily, partly because his cock was already protesting the loss of attention and partly because he knew Greece was right. "It's a fetish for the body part most people find the least attractive," he tried to explain. "Fetishes for body parts like the feet or nape are generally more understandable, but armpit fetish is...not as many people would understand it. I know it would have been better if I had told you upfront instead of, er, sniffing your armpits every time you were asleep like this, but...I'm not a very upfront person, even though I'm trying with you, and-"
He was silenced by a pair of lips pressing against his own. After they separated, breathing heavily, Greece brought his hands up to stroke Japan’s underarms and said, "As I've said before...if it ends with us having sex, I'm open to trying it out."
"So blunt," Japan replied, but there was no heat in his words unlike the heat that was fast accumulating in his body and groin as Greece laid himself on top of Japan and kissed him slowly but deeply. Japan closed his eyes and let the heat wash away the last traces of his shame, and when he felt Greece's callused fingers press harder against the soft skin of his armpits the more passionate their kisses became, his want solidified into resolve.
He gripped Greece's arms and pushed him to the side, rolling them over until their positions were reversed. Greece blinked and looked up at him from his new position, his eyes more inquisitive than surprised.
Japan placed a hand on Greece's chest, feeling his heartbeat racing underneath his palm and bolstering his confidence. "If we're going to talk about axillism," he said, his eyes fixed on Greece's and his voice husky, "there's this activity called axillary intercourse that I'd like to try out very much."