[Fanfic] - The stupidest drabble I've ever drabbled.
Title: What the hell is this shit why.
Pairing: Netherlands/Denmark
Summary: Den and Ned QWOP in bed.
Rating: I dunno, R.
Warnings: Bros it's me. Crack, crack, crack, porn, crack.
"Shit!" Denmark swore as the runner on his laptop screen fell back.
Netherlands sighed, sitting in bed next to him - put out his smoke and palmed himself. "You done yet? I've been waiting for fucking ever."
"But - " Denmark looked over and restarted. "I've gotta -"
"No. You said that was the last time."
"But - "
"No."
Netherlands shoved Denmark's laptop to the opposite nightstand; Denmark turned to follow and Netherlands ground into his back. "Denmark," he growled, bucking and turning his lips to Denmark's shoulder.
"Y-yeah..but -" Denmark reached his hands out to the keyboard -
Netherlands grabbed his hips and yanked him back. "It's a goddamn game."
"But I was so close, dude!"
"And I still don't give a shit."
"But - "
Netherlands bit him, this time; Denmark arched back into him.
"You." Grind. "Said." Push.
"H-how 'bout," Denmark breathed, "you, uh - y'just fuck me...while I QWOP."
Netherlands froze, stuck to Denmark's backside. "What."
Denmark shoved his underwear off. "Here, man." Pressed the lube into his hand. "Have it at! But I really have to get to - "
"Shut up about the damn game."
Denmark shrugged, jostling Netherlands in the process, and started it up again. Netherlands rolled his eyes, pressed the first finger in, and resisted the urge to smirk when Denmark had to start over.
"Would you - ugh - you're doin' that on purpose, man."
Second finger.
"Maybe."
Another restart. A distracted noise from Denmark.
"I didn't - say - get me off - " Denmark cut himself off with a groan.
"You say something?" Netherlands twisted his fingers, up, exactly how he knew Denmark liked; game over.
Denmark snarled and turned around, meeting his mouth and banging the both of them against the headboard.
"Okay, shit. We fuck, and then I getta play again."
Netherlands raised an eyebrow. As soon as they were done, Denmark would pass out...but he wasn't going to remind him of that.
"Deal."
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And uh now I'll finish up that WWII thing that's like...real fic.
Yep.
Goddamnit, you two. Stop tumbling about sex machines and bikes and QWOP-ing. Though I really like the sex machines one.
Pairing: Netherlands/Denmark
Summary: Den and Ned QWOP in bed.
Rating: I dunno, R.
Warnings: Bros it's me. Crack, crack, crack, porn, crack.
"Shit!" Denmark swore as the runner on his laptop screen fell back.
Netherlands sighed, sitting in bed next to him - put out his smoke and palmed himself. "You done yet? I've been waiting for fucking ever."
"But - " Denmark looked over and restarted. "I've gotta -"
"No. You said that was the last time."
"But - "
"No."
Netherlands shoved Denmark's laptop to the opposite nightstand; Denmark turned to follow and Netherlands ground into his back. "Denmark," he growled, bucking and turning his lips to Denmark's shoulder.
"Y-yeah..but -" Denmark reached his hands out to the keyboard -
Netherlands grabbed his hips and yanked him back. "It's a goddamn game."
"But I was so close, dude!"
"And I still don't give a shit."
"But - "
Netherlands bit him, this time; Denmark arched back into him.
"You." Grind. "Said." Push.
"H-how 'bout," Denmark breathed, "you, uh - y'just fuck me...while I QWOP."
Netherlands froze, stuck to Denmark's backside. "What."
Denmark shoved his underwear off. "Here, man." Pressed the lube into his hand. "Have it at! But I really have to get to - "
"Shut up about the damn game."
Denmark shrugged, jostling Netherlands in the process, and started it up again. Netherlands rolled his eyes, pressed the first finger in, and resisted the urge to smirk when Denmark had to start over.
"Would you - ugh - you're doin' that on purpose, man."
Second finger.
"Maybe."
Another restart. A distracted noise from Denmark.
"I didn't - say - get me off - " Denmark cut himself off with a groan.
"You say something?" Netherlands twisted his fingers, up, exactly how he knew Denmark liked; game over.
Denmark snarled and turned around, meeting his mouth and banging the both of them against the headboard.
"Okay, shit. We fuck, and then I getta play again."
Netherlands raised an eyebrow. As soon as they were done, Denmark would pass out...but he wasn't going to remind him of that.
"Deal."
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And uh now I'll finish up that WWII thing that's like...real fic.
Yep.
Goddamnit, you two. Stop tumbling about sex machines and bikes and QWOP-ing. Though I really like the sex machines one.