[Part 9] - Denmark/Netherlands - Backseat
anonymous
October 6 2010, 20:31:11 UTC
Prompt was Denmark/Netherlands anything. Further evidence that I can only write crack and porn.
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Netherlands hits the back seat of Denmark’s car, drunken half-sprawl half-stumble.
“You’re too drunk to drive, moron.”
Denmark’s snort. “You’re too drunk to talk.” He stumbles in, slides half on the floor, door half open, limbs sticking out still.
It’s dark.
A hand slides somewhere, by someone - Denmark’s face in Netherlands’ stomach, rubs there, not-quite-kiss through fabric.
“Gettin’ drool on my shirt,” too garbled to understand, and Denmark’s world is a blur of burgundyblack - deep gold shining, scowling -
Oh.
Hands in hair -
- maybe it’s hair -
- the car door?
Whatever. A thrust and grind down into the heat, the hard muscle and -
- skin, where’d that come from - who cares, there’s a mouth at his neck and hot exhales on his ear and a slurred rumble from somewhere.
“Y’smell like beer,” Netherlands mutters.
“And you smell like cigarettes.” Denmark moves, stuttered grind, mouth-on-mouth - it’s sloppy. The taste of cigarettes, too - beer, spit, arousal.
Netherlands shifts, from underneath Denmark’s heavy weight, he can feel it burn against him - kicks them both more firmly into the seat, there’s a door on his leg. Sticky backseat. A shirt riding up, might be his - oh, he’s sticking to the seat, yeah, that’s his. “Ya taste like beer too,” and a rough hand slipping up Denmark’s side.
Seatbelt’s digging into his back before forceful mouth, tongue, teeth.
Bitten lip and a groan - Denmark presses further, bears down, attacks the strange twist of Netherlands’ neck through gasps between his teeth. Quick, it’s fast, they’re moving fast. Somewhere a shirt’s lost, he can imagine the crescents in his back now; he curses. “Get yer pants off -” one long slur against that neck and a scramble ensues - slipping, sliding, odd jerks of limbs and growling when the tight space and sharp angles collide with knees, heads, elbows.
“Idiot, y’could help -” swipe of hands to Denmark’s own crotch, thunk of shoes hitting the pavement outside - visions of charcoal and burnt gold underneath him. “Wasn’t joking,” Netherlands growls with a yank - the pants and underwear come down, catch on Denmark’s erection - twists out of that - this car’s too hot. His hand slips on a steamy window and it’s back to sloppy trails of saliva through hair, over subtle ridges, soft bite to a nipple - hips thrown back down to the seat and they both groan and scramble.
Netherlands’ hand finds itself in sweaty hair. Tug, pull, twist, Denmark’s teeth meet his in a clack, legs tangle. Hears the loud noise of skin peeling from the seat - grinding of hips, a shudder - another growl resounds over heavy breathing.
His calf against Denmark’s powerful back and it nearly slides off. “The fuck y’waiting for.” A demand, not a question.
He thrusts down onto Denmark’s finger. “Y’even using lube?” Loud, but not intelligible.
Denmark pulls up and his other elbow on the seat slips - the finger slides in harder.
Backseat [2/2]
anonymous
October 6 2010, 20:32:18 UTC
Flash of off-kilter cocky grin surrounded by streetlight glow - yellow-bright-tinged hair stuck to his forehead -another finger. “Yeah -” one harsh pant “- y’know, just stick it in. You’re - ugh - too slow.”
Denmark spits into his hand - whoops, where he thought his hand was - tries again. Moans.
“Want me to fuck ya? You’re not even gonna last a minute -” Netherlands’ hoarse growl.
“Shut up, man.” Netherlands’ hips go up - slippery - two hasty hands at his ass, hips - throws a leg up onto the back dash for leverage as Denmark enters him. Solid, sharp, there’s a noise that escapes somewhere, out the door and into the night.
Too hot, he can feel it - “Move,” he grits out.
Denmark’s knee hits the seatbelt. Nearly slips off the narrow seat, and then - tight, too fast, too tight, fuck, fuck, fucking -
“Would you shut up?”
Oh. Denmark leans down, Netherlands’ leg slides up his arm, sticky, sweaty, hairs catching and pulling - puts the arm up near the window, braces - shit, slips - Netherlands is nearly bent in half. The car fills with slaps, panting, Netherlands’ taunts and insults, commands, Denmark’s cursing, slurring, heaving -
Way too hot in this car, there’s sweat everywhere. Can’t get a good grasp on anything. Netherlands is sliding in the seat, Denmark is sliding - all knees and arms and elbows - Netherlands starts chewing him out when his head his the door.
“Thought ya - wanted - a good fuck.”
“I didn’t - mean - y’should - “
“Suck it up.” Another vicious pound, deep - Denmark groans.
Netherlands’ hand moves to grip himself - wet, when did they get so wet - other to Denmark’s hair, twist - also wet, sharp scent of sweat sex leather beer smoke.
Fast, uneven pulls, not at all in time with Denmark’s movement inside of him, and Denmark comes right after he does, smearing his hand through the mess across Netherlands’ stomach - forward lurch as he loses his balance, smacks his head against the window.
His keen is loud.
The two of them, heaving chests, still tangled - Netherlands flings an arm down, weak, brings it up and lights a cigarette.
“Let’s call a cab.”
Netherlands rolls his eyes, nods, blows smoke in Denmark’s face.
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Listened to the song “Backseat” by Staygold and this scenario wouldn’t leave my head. Glad that’s out of my system.
author not-so-anon!
anonymous
October 7 2010, 20:21:22 UTC
I wasn't gonna reply to every comment and then I remembered this was in PPF4 so I CAN DO WHAT I WANT XD Eff youuu comment-space issues.
But...ah....yes....it might be possible...maybe... >.>
<.<
Hanyway, thanks for commenting! And the prompt is really open - Netherlands/Denmark anything - so if another NedDen plot bunny comes my way I'll make sure to post, ha.
Re: Backseat [2/2]
anonymous
October 7 2010, 03:38:21 UTC
SO HOT!! This pairing just... makes my motor run XD UNF UNF UNF I echo above anon who said you should right more for this pairing! And I'd love to know what else you've written!
author!anon
anonymous
October 7 2010, 08:49:39 UTC
I don't know if I've got Netherlands down well enough to do much in-depth with the guy. I guess I could practice with more porn >.>
What else I've written? Not that much, really. Most of my writing isn't quite in this style; I was in a weird mood today. It kinda carried over. Ahahaha I'm totally de-anoning myself here and I said I wasn't gonna do that with this one OH WELL.
Re: author!anon
anonymous
October 7 2010, 14:20:44 UTC
Oh my god :DDDDD I was the seconding!anon on the G8 fill (and I loved it), I'm one of the 'regulars' at Hipstertalia (the Radiohead loving Swe/Ger smut requester XD) (and I love it), and I'm part way through the Rus/Den/Swe (and I love it)! You just keep writing stuff that's right up my alley! I've seen your de-anons and I need to friend you already! And yeah... Netherlands smut practice sounds great O.O Why the dickens wouldn't you deanon for this, it's awesome! You better not be hiding any more fills, you crazy person!
Re: Backseat [2/2]
anonymous
October 7 2010, 19:47:46 UTC
Jesus, this pairing kills me. KILLS. ME. It's just so fucking delicious.
This was so manry I think the meme's pregnant. And OH MY GOD I love when the characters are ADULT MALES with BODIES that SWEAT and drink BEER and SMOKE and have UNHEALTHY HABITS... and when an author can write sex that feels, sounds and even smells like sex.
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Netherlands hits the back seat of Denmark’s car, drunken half-sprawl half-stumble.
“You’re too drunk to drive, moron.”
Denmark’s snort. “You’re too drunk to talk.” He stumbles in, slides half on the floor, door half open, limbs sticking out still.
It’s dark.
A hand slides somewhere, by someone - Denmark’s face in Netherlands’ stomach, rubs there, not-quite-kiss through fabric.
“Gettin’ drool on my shirt,” too garbled to understand, and Denmark’s world is a blur of burgundyblack - deep gold shining, scowling -
Oh.
Hands in hair -
- maybe it’s hair -
- the car door?
Whatever. A thrust and grind down into the heat, the hard muscle and -
- skin, where’d that come from - who cares, there’s a mouth at his neck and hot exhales on his ear and a slurred rumble from somewhere.
“Y’smell like beer,” Netherlands mutters.
“And you smell like cigarettes.” Denmark moves, stuttered grind, mouth-on-mouth - it’s sloppy. The taste of cigarettes, too - beer, spit, arousal.
Netherlands shifts, from underneath Denmark’s heavy weight, he can feel it burn against him - kicks them both more firmly into the seat, there’s a door on his leg. Sticky backseat. A shirt riding up, might be his - oh, he’s sticking to the seat, yeah, that’s his. “Ya taste like beer too,” and a rough hand slipping up Denmark’s side.
Seatbelt’s digging into his back before forceful mouth, tongue, teeth.
Bitten lip and a groan - Denmark presses further, bears down, attacks the strange twist of Netherlands’ neck through gasps between his teeth. Quick, it’s fast, they’re moving fast. Somewhere a shirt’s lost, he can imagine the crescents in his back now; he curses. “Get yer pants off -” one long slur against that neck and a scramble ensues - slipping, sliding, odd jerks of limbs and growling when the tight space and sharp angles collide with knees, heads, elbows.
“Idiot, y’could help -” swipe of hands to Denmark’s own crotch, thunk of shoes hitting the pavement outside - visions of charcoal and burnt gold underneath him. “Wasn’t joking,” Netherlands growls with a yank - the pants and underwear come down, catch on Denmark’s erection - twists out of that - this car’s too hot. His hand slips on a steamy window and it’s back to sloppy trails of saliva through hair, over subtle ridges, soft bite to a nipple - hips thrown back down to the seat and they both groan and scramble.
Netherlands’ hand finds itself in sweaty hair. Tug, pull, twist, Denmark’s teeth meet his in a clack, legs tangle. Hears the loud noise of skin peeling from the seat - grinding of hips, a shudder - another growl resounds over heavy breathing.
His calf against Denmark’s powerful back and it nearly slides off. “The fuck y’waiting for.” A demand, not a question.
He thrusts down onto Denmark’s finger. “Y’even using lube?” Loud, but not intelligible.
Denmark pulls up and his other elbow on the seat slips - the finger slides in harder.
“Whatever. Keep goin’, don’t bother answerin’.”
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Denmark spits into his hand - whoops, where he thought his hand was - tries again. Moans.
“Want me to fuck ya? You’re not even gonna last a minute -” Netherlands’ hoarse growl.
“Shut up, man.” Netherlands’ hips go up - slippery - two hasty hands at his ass, hips - throws a leg up onto the back dash for leverage as Denmark enters him. Solid, sharp, there’s a noise that escapes somewhere, out the door and into the night.
Too hot, he can feel it - “Move,” he grits out.
Denmark’s knee hits the seatbelt. Nearly slips off the narrow seat, and then - tight, too fast, too tight, fuck, fuck, fucking -
“Would you shut up?”
Oh. Denmark leans down, Netherlands’ leg slides up his arm, sticky, sweaty, hairs catching and pulling - puts the arm up near the window, braces - shit, slips - Netherlands is nearly bent in half. The car fills with slaps, panting, Netherlands’ taunts and insults, commands, Denmark’s cursing, slurring, heaving -
Way too hot in this car, there’s sweat everywhere. Can’t get a good grasp on anything. Netherlands is sliding in the seat, Denmark is sliding - all knees and arms and elbows - Netherlands starts chewing him out when his head his the door.
“Thought ya - wanted - a good fuck.”
“I didn’t - mean - y’should - “
“Suck it up.” Another vicious pound, deep - Denmark groans.
Netherlands’ hand moves to grip himself - wet, when did they get so wet - other to Denmark’s hair, twist - also wet, sharp scent of sweat sex leather beer smoke.
Fast, uneven pulls, not at all in time with Denmark’s movement inside of him, and Denmark comes right after he does, smearing his hand through the mess across Netherlands’ stomach - forward lurch as he loses his balance, smacks his head against the window.
His keen is loud.
The two of them, heaving chests, still tangled - Netherlands flings an arm down, weak, brings it up and lights a cigarette.
“Let’s call a cab.”
Netherlands rolls his eyes, nods, blows smoke in Denmark’s face.
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Listened to the song “Backseat” by Staygold and this scenario wouldn’t leave my head. Glad that’s out of my system.
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FUCK that was hot, anon. This is my all time favorite pairing too, so seeing it finally getting some quality porn is just akshjfghh. I LOVE YOU.
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This was totally fabulous. And I think you should write more with this pairing!
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But...ah....yes....it might be possible...maybe... >.>
<.<
Hanyway, thanks for commenting! And the prompt is really open - Netherlands/Denmark anything - so if another NedDen plot bunny comes my way I'll make sure to post, ha.
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I echo above anon who said you should right more for this pairing! And I'd love to know what else you've written!
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What else I've written? Not that much, really. Most of my writing isn't quite in this style; I was in a weird mood today. It kinda carried over. Ahahaha I'm totally de-anoning myself here and I said I wasn't gonna do that with this one OH WELL.
The Fairest of...the G8 : http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/16221.html?thread=47405661#t47405661
The Hipstertalia AU: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17337.html?thread=51516857#t51516857
That one's a ridiculous epic WIP that's currently sittin' pretty at 60-some thousand words O.o
Untitled Russia/Denmark/Sweden threesome WIP: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=52793657#t52793657
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I was the seconding!anon on the G8 fill (and I loved it), I'm one of the 'regulars' at Hipstertalia (the Radiohead loving Swe/Ger smut requester XD) (and I love it), and I'm part way through the Rus/Den/Swe (and I love it)! You just keep writing stuff that's right up my alley! I've seen your de-anons and I need to friend you already!
And yeah... Netherlands smut practice sounds great O.O Why the dickens wouldn't you deanon for this, it's awesome! You better not be hiding any more fills, you crazy person!
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This was so manry I think the meme's pregnant. And OH MY GOD I love when the characters are ADULT MALES with BODIES that SWEAT and drink BEER and SMOKE and have UNHEALTHY HABITS... and when an author can write sex that feels, sounds and even smells like sex.
You really made my night, anon <3
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If you want more I'm gonna go ahead and pimp myself here, because I'm filling a prompt that specifically asked for Manly Sex between Denmark, Sweden, and Russia which is probably Relevant to Your Interests: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=52793657#t52793657
Comments make my night (or day, as it were), so thank you!
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