The sun shone in lazily through the floor-long, deep green curtains that, when drawn as they were at the moment, shielded all but little less than a hand-wide space in the middle. It was through this break the morning sun now shone mercilessly into the room and, most importantly, on the person lying very comfortably on the bed. And they would have loved to stay like that, asleep. But it seemed like the damned sunbeam was determined to rouse them.
“Uuuh, sometimes... I hate mornings,” Norway moaned, trying to roll over on his other side only to find it difficult. There was an extra weight on his waist. There was a moment of silent thinking, of trying to remember yesterday, of taking in the room completely and of drawing conclusions. Really, Norway wasn't so bad at multitasking in the middle of the day when he was wide awake but right now, with that stubborn, irritating, aching buzz that simultaneously seemed to be lodged at the back of his head and in the front, that wasn't as simple as it should have been
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“You also won't mind if I completely eat up your boobs, will you, Nor?” the taller nation asked, pressing his body flush against the other's for the first time since they'd woken up, hands still on the breasts and squeezing them lightly for emphasis
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Surprise 4/5?
anonymous
April 9 2009, 19:33:05 UTC
Of course, fate loves to jinx you, whether you simply think or say something. Or Denmark just knew how to read Norway's mind. Whatever it was, the taller nation, without breaking the kiss, tightened his hold on the other's body and, moving his feet, pulled Norway with him as he got up on one knee and then quickly turned around to fall back onto the bed, Norway above him
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Surprise 5/6?
anonymous
April 9 2009, 20:42:54 UTC
“Don't have to yell, ya know,” Denmark grinned below him, finally letting go of his secure grip and hoisting the other up into a sitting position on the lying nation's lower stomach. Norway could feel the other's erect cock against his rear, hot and ready, digging into the space between his cheeks. Denmark's hands were now resting on Norway's hips
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The next thrust was a little harder and it tore a delicious sound from Norway's lips as well as a lovely bounce from those equally delicious-looking mounds. Denmark could feel himself growing even harder at both the sound and the sight. Pulling the other nation back up and pushing him back down again, Denmark set a pace that increased with every thrust. Not that Norway didn't meet it, because he did and in a most titillating way
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http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn149/palliriina/denor.jpg
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“Uuuh, sometimes... I hate mornings,” Norway moaned, trying to roll over on his other side only to find it difficult. There was an extra weight on his waist. There was a moment of silent thinking, of trying to remember yesterday, of taking in the room completely and of drawing conclusions. Really, Norway wasn't so bad at multitasking in the middle of the day when he was wide awake but right now, with that stubborn, irritating, aching buzz that simultaneously seemed to be lodged at the back of his head and in the front, that wasn't as simple as it should have been ( ... )
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Thank you for this, anon. Yes, indeed.
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Thanks for the fill, anon! A continuation would definitely be desired. : D
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P.S. not OP.
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