Not the Valentine's Day he intended...

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald sat trying to process. Eduard and Gilbert were a worry. Tino was texting Eduard back and forth and all his attention was on Eduard and the unexpected situation unfolding.

Damn.

Romantic Mood totally obliterated?

Check.

Berwald made a mumbling comment about getting another beer and he went inside to the bar grabbed a fist full of long necks

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[tino_suomi]

"Hana." He chuckled, but pushed his silliness down enough to give Berwald the answer he wanted. "Me." he purred, in correction, twisting his fingers in Berwald's short clipped hair and drank in one very sweet kiss. This was their first valentines day together. Of course they had loved each other up many times before this, but this was THE day for it. There were bound to be a few special Doin'-It holidays over the course of their lives together. Birthdays, New Years, and Valentines day at the least. They could do it on Christmas up until they had kids, at which time they'd be so pooped after giving their tots an awesome Christmas they'd be lucky if they could make it up to their room. Tino smiled into his kiss as the mental image of them, years older, flopping down in a couch or a chair and sleeping there until Christmas morning. They would do all sorts of special things when they were a family, but that would mean sacrificing some of the special things they were about to do right now.

"Hyvää Ystävänpäivä." He sighed when the kiss finally broke.

[berwaldsverige]

"Glad Alla hjärtans dag" Berwald replied in kind, back them up until Tino's knees connected with the edge of the bed and Berwald leaned forward, Guiding them to the mattress slowly, until Tino's back was flat and they were belly to belly while they kissed.

"I love you... Wife." Berwald grumbled low and deep as he placed kisses around Tino's ears and throat, getting in one more "wife" before Tino stopped playing along.

[tino_suomi]

"Viking brute." He purred, and now, officially, he was done playing the viking game. Now it was time to be just Berwald and Tino again. Tino made any part of him that Berwald seemed to be seeking out as accessible as possible (fighting the urge to twitch as Berwald brushed against any of his ticklish spots because it would just ruin the perfect mood!) "Rakastan sinua." He breathed in response to Berwald's oath.

[berwaldsverige]

Tino was far too overdressed for the occasion so a slow removal of his layers began. First the top, Sweater and undershirt were dumped on the floor beside the bed as Berwald kissed and stripped Tino to his satisfaction. Paying long loving attention to his favorite spots. Especially his most favorite, but that required Tino's pants to be shimmed down his slender hips to expose that stubborn pouch of skin just under Tino's navel.

This was BERWALD'S Spot. He marked it, claimed it, cherished it, LOVED IT. Not just because he thought it adorable, but for all the delicious moans and cries Tino vocalized in pleasure when Berwald nibbled at it. The way he squirmed and groaned trying to escape the pleasure one moment and lifting to meet Berwald's lips in the next. It was sweet torture not just for Tino, but for Berwald too.

Every squirm, every sigh, every cry and moan that Tino made elicited a heated response in Berwald's core.

[tino_suomi]

How sinful was mother nature to make the spot that had the most power to excite the little Finn in such an accessible, easy place. Before, he'd liked no one to touch him there, but Berwald? Berwald was okay. In a way that spot on his body belonged to Berwald anyway. It was forever peppered with pink little marks and he was sure if he got into sit-ups and lost that pooch of fat Berwald would probably develop erectile dysfunction. How ever would they be intimate if they couldn't start with Belly-Love-Time. Belly-Time was a promise of things to come! It'd be like skipping breakfast and going to dessert! You just didn't do it. Belly-Time was sacred!

At least, with how damn good it could make Tino feel it had to be. Of course there were spots that could illicit an even more frantic reaction, but Belly-Time was always the perfect place to start. Tino could be made muddled and lusty without losing full brain function as he often did with some of his more sensitive places. In this stage he could still burble out the 'I love you's and chant Berwald's name and rain praises down on the giant that could crush him, but chose to be incredibly gentle.

The only problem with belly time? Tino could do so little to reciprocate. Most of Berwald was good and far out of reach of his hands or mouth, and so he simple had to make due with a foot stroking Berwald's side and back.

[berwaldsverige]

Finally Tino's pants join the rest of his clothes on the floor and Berwald sits up only long enough to shed his own shirt into the pile before he returns to "refresh" his love bites that pepper Tino's torso.

It was a good thing Tino loved getting nibbled, because Berwald certainly left quite a few marks in his wake.

He brought his kisses back up Tino's chest and back to his lips. "It's up to you tonight Askling. Where is our journey taking us tonight." Berwald asked softly and huskily into Tino's ear.

[tino_suomi]

"Voi Luoja, you wait to ask me until AFTER you break my brain? Yeese." He panted, bringing up a hand to push his bangs out of his face. Right about now he could go for anything that felt good, but he did ponder that he'd received all the attention so far. "Lay down." He gently commanded.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald obeyed and stretched out beside his lover, trailing his fingers down Tino's arms to his fingers. Lifting Tino's hand to his lips to kiss each digit.

"I love you."

[tino_suomi]

"I love you more than chocolate." He swore. Which, in Tino's case (the little sugar maniac) that was probably a LOT!

With Berwald now sinking into the fabric of their bed spread Tino took the opportunity to have the initiative. With their hands still together he skooched himself up to sit on Berwald's belly. "Hands here." He smiled, pushing both the Swede's hands down flush with his ears. Tino was going to do this all by himself and Berwald was not to interfere, just accept the kisses and nips and lavishes that would be trailing down his body. Tino knew this to be a very difficult thing to do, as every time their situations were reversed Berwald literally had to keep Tino's hands down. The naughty little moomin-lover simply could not keep his hands off his fiance, even when commanded to! So he knew for a fact that it was not an easy feat to accomplish!

[berwaldsverige]

"I'm at your mercy." Berwald grinned looking up at Tino he was wearing a saucy smile.

He certainly hoped Tino removed his pants first, they were getting uncomfortable now.

[tino_suomi]

Tino, of course, couldn't be that kind. He started miles away from where he was supposed to be. Berwald's adam's apple needed some love first, even if there were more 'pressing' matters elseware. The kisses and nips trailed lower. Collar bone, all over the giant's expanse of chest, each little rise of his abdominal muscles got a nip, and (because he was feeling quite frisky) he even licked Berwald's navel before finally releasing an exasperated huff. He'd reached the top of Berwald's pants. It was like hitting a toll road while you were on a road trip and in the middle of singing 'Movin' Right Along'. "Damn you levi-stauss." He growled into the fabric, his fingers fumbling with the button as he sought out the zipper with his teeth.

[berwaldsverige]

Berwald couldn't contain (Nor did he try to) the moan from the back of his throat as he watched Tino use his TEETH on his pants and DAMN HIM for looking up through those damn eyelashes. Tino knew all of Berwald's buttons that would get his motor running in high gear and he was employing them all.

"Askling you can be a tease." Berwald grumbled but he couldn't look away from the sinfully erotic sight of Tino being naughty.

[tino_suomi]

"Mm-hm." Was the only reply he could give, his mouth was occupied. Once that business was done and Berwald could 'breath a little better' figuratively, Tino leaned back a little bit to inspect the half unwrapped valentines gift in front of him. "Hm..." He pondered for a second, resting his chin on Berwald's thigh as he seemed to be considering something. "What do I want to do now?" He asked of the ceiling. As if he received an answer he simple painted a grin across his face. Oh yes. That would be perfect revenge for all the times Berwald teased the poor little needy hedonistic pile of fluff that was Tino (Super Macho) Vainamoinen!

He started laying kisses over the 100% cotton wrapped gift, feeling delightfully wicked at using his humid breath as a weapon. Skin was moisture proof to a degree... cotton skivvies? Not so much. "I won't use teeth." he promised, right before using his lips and mouth to put pressure on a little spot at a time.

[berwaldsverige]

EVIL

PURE EVIL

What had happened to his shy little virgin? He had become so maddeningly sadistic toward his Jotunn! Where was the boy who blushed when he spied Berwald in his underwear? What he was currently doing to Berwald's underwear and what was inside said underwear Berwald was positive had to be highly illegal at least in a few countries.

Berwald groaned and then growled. His voice dropping by octaves. "Titi you have the devil in you! Your mummi passed on her evil gene damn it!" Berwald was about to give into his instincts and PILLAGE himself a Finnish Temple.

[tino_suomi]

"My entire X chromosome is evil. You know this." He sighed once more against the fabric. Deciding he'd been mean enough, however, he took pity on his Jotunn and got to work easing the material off. "I'm sorry, but you tease me relentlessly. I thought you deserved some of your own medicine." He cooed. "Feel any better?" He asked as he tossed the pitiful garment aside. He knew damn well it was only better in terms of being constrained. He'd not let the poor Swede get any 'better' in fact, his bedside manner had made the plagued giant's condition worse. "Heh, you really don't waste any time hm?" He chuckled, giving the needy region a demure smooch.

[berwaldsverige]

"That is ENTIRELY your fault. You made it that way doing that eye thing you do. Satan Spawn. You're playing with fire. I'm about three seconds away from a Viking Raid of your nether regions! This is your only warning Incubus!" Berwald ground out almost with clenched teeth he was fighting his urges to plunder.

Tino always made him so damn hot under the collar.