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So first time writing Latvia/Sealand. This request just screamed them to me. I'm sorry, OP. Hope you enjoy none the less.
Latvia was a terrible kisser.
Sealand rubbed his mouth in remembered pain with the back of his hand, trying not to wince because he was aware of Latvia‘s anxious, concerned stare. It had been his first kiss so he wasn’t precisely an expert judge, but he'd certainly seen lots of kisses during his relatively short lifetime. Sweden and Finland were constantly exchanging quick pecks when they thought no one was watching, and long, slow ones that made even Sealand's toes curl when they were home and he spied on them.
He was pretty damn sure that he'd never seen his parents slam their teeth together hard enough to send jarring vibrations along their craniums. No. Definitely not.
"A-are you mad?" Latvia asked shakily, looking mortified. He hid on the other side of the room, apparently too nervous to come any closer. "D-did I hurt you?"
The younger nation (he was a nation, damn it) swept his tongue over his lower lip, checking for blood. Sealand sat back, knee brought up to his chest. The large window framed the long sofa, sunlight shinning down on his ruffled blond hair as he shook his head.
"No. I'm good." Except for the part where my boyfriend sucks at kissing.
Latvia edged closer, relieved. He toed the defined edge where the sunshine gave away to the shadow of the room, trying to smile. "C-can we try again? I'll be more careful this time."
Sealand's first reaction was one of horror.
"Uhm," He said awkwardly, not wanting to lose a tooth because Latvia didn't know he was doing.
He averted his gaze, trying to find out a kind way to say 'no' even though he'd been looking forward to getting to kiss the other boy for the longest time. His attention fell on the coffee table, skittered away, and then snapped back to it.
"... okay." Sealand said slowly, a brilliant idea dawning on him. "Come here." He extended his hand to Latvia. The other finally crossed into the light and reached out for the offered hand.
Sealand's fingers gripped his, and Latvia had a moment of disbelief that he wasn't being kicked out for being such a clumsy, inexperienced dolt and that the other blond was giving him a chance.
He sat down next to the other boy, fingers clenching nervously on his lap. But as he soon discovered, Sealand was paying minimal attention to him. The blond leaned forward and grabbed something from the coffee table. Specifically from the glass bowl full of caramel candy.
Paper crinkled, and was discarded. Latvia tried not to be offended and ordered himself to wait.
"Okay." Sealand murmured to no one. "This should work."
And then without another word he placed himself on Latvia's lap, straddling him with knees pressed into the sofa. Latvia turned paper-white and then red as Sealand settled into a comfortable position.
"What should work?" Latvia demanded breathily, trying to not squeak. He peered into sky-blue eyes, attempting to understand and not embarrass himself.
The answer was a round piece of hard candy positioned on his bottom lip. The scent of dark caramel and clean skin was drawn into his lungs.
"No teeth, alright? I'm going to put this in your mouth, and then I'm going to try and steal it back." Sealand explained, leaving Latvia more perplexed than ever at the vague ‘explanation‘. He opened his mouth to protest and Sealand pushed the candy inside.
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Then he was both silent and still, heart rocketing inside his chest as Sealand's hands rested on his shoulders and something slick pressed into his mouth.
Oh, God. Latvia realized dizzily that it had to be Sealand's tongue. He was almost shaking as his own hands settled on Sealand's waist, feeling the warmth of the other body pressed against him, inviting his hands to move lower.
If the point was to get control of the candy back, they were both doing a horrible job at it. Latvia was afraid to be overzealous again as Sealand explored the inside of his mouth luxuriously, occasionally catching the caramel and toying with it, spreading sweetness along their taste buds until Latvia was clutching at him as if Sealand were a life jacket and he a drowning man.
He was having a hard time breathing, actually. So he shifted on the sofa, trying to get a better angle without disrupting the kiss. They both moaned at the accidental grinding that ensued, both startled to find themselves aroused.
Sealand pulled back, flushed. On the tip of his tongue rested the caramel, peeking from between parted lips.
Latvia felt intoxicated. The sensation gave him the courage to lift a hand and touch the side of Sealand’s face, fingertips resting against the soft blond strands. "I want a rematch."
His boyfriend smiled at him, their first disastrous kiss forgotten, and drew him down for another sweet kiss.
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That's what I want to do to you. This is ADORABLE. *saves to her computer*
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Lovely work, Anon! :D
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