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Dancing with the Swede and other Stories	By : LadyKnightSkye Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1919 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine nor do I may money on it. All I own is a gutter mind and smart mouth.

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Refuge

Pairing: GermanyxSweden

Warnings: light PWP (there is a point . . . somewhere), oral, no penetration

Kink: SwedenxGermany, Body Worship

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In Germany’s book, calluses were more seductive than silk sheets. He especially loved the feel of rough palms against the skin of his back. Up and down the furrow of his spine went the strong fingers of his lover, coaxing gooseflesh to rise from the pleasurable feel of it. Then, with firm pressure, those hands began the promised massage. Slowly, firmly, the hands rubbed the tension from his muscles. When they found steely knots of tension, the pleasure moved to pain, but a welcome pain. After a week of dealing with his demanding boss, a world conference that had been mired by squabbling between America and England – surprise, surprise – not to mention a rather disastrous hiking trip with his best friend Italy that he’d only gotten back from this morning, there were a lot of knots.

            After kneading every bit of tension out of his back, those hands moved down to his buttocks. Germany’s semi-erection hardened even more as those hands began to work their magic. Suddenly, warm lips touched the small of his back, right above the curve of his ass. He jumped a bit when he felt the wet lap of his lover’s tongue. “Playful tonight,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

            “Uhmmm,” was the response. Those lovely hands moved down to his thighs, working his hamstrings. “Had a hard day. I know you did too.”

            That was one of the most attractive things about his lover. Sweden was a man of few words. No superfluous chatter, no inane stories, no obnoxious vocal ticks. He loved Italy, but the flamboyant Nation was best in small doses. Meanwhile, he could spend hours, no days, with Sweden . . .

            Germany gave himself up to the sensation of Sweden massaging his legs. All too soon it was time to turn over. Sweden said not a word. He gently turned Germany over, and picked up Germany’s feet. When Germany looked up after letting loose a groan of pleasure, he looked stern and uncompromising. Other Nations were intimidated, but Germany was right at home with the expression. It wasn’t surprising really, Saxons and Vikings already had a lot in common right down to liking to invade Britain and Russia. Of course, Germany thought with a small smile, they were more interested in invading each other at the moment.

            Germany’s smile grew as he gave over to the feeling of Sweden’s hands working on his feet. He was fairly purring when Sweden leaned down and nipped his toes. Then the purr became a high pitched, slightly embarrassing yip. However, Germany wasn’t worried too much about how he seemed to Sweden. The other Nation was not the type to tease him about anything, which was a welcome relief from Prussia. Come to think of it, Germany reflected as Sweden began working on the other foot, Sweden was becoming his sanctuary from the rest of the G8 and the rest of his neurotic family.

            What’s more, they were just as good out of bed as they were in it. They both enjoyed domestic pursuits more suited to their respective best buddies, Finland and Italy. Furthermore, they had Finland and Italy, respectively. While Finland was by no means a coward like Italy – Finland had put up one hell of a fight against Russia’s Soviet Union in the Winter War – the both of them still were incredibly quirky men. Somehow, grim Germany and silent Sweden were friends with incandescent Italy and friendly Finland. Alliteration fully intended.

            Aside from baking cakes and cleaning the house – both of them had incredibly clean houses from coming over to each other’s place so much – they had enough similar tastes to keep from arguing. They had had a fight not long ago, but even with the mutual awkwardness with communication they had resolved the conflict. Speaking of communication – pun not intended, this time – they were actually getting pretty good at deciphering each other.

            So, Sweden was Germany’s refuge. What was Germany to Sweden?

            Suddenly, Germany realized that Sweden was leaning over him, a burly arm braced on the bed and icy blue eyes staring into his. “Where were you?”

            “How did you know I was gone?”

            Sweden looked down, and Germany, ever focused-with-extreme-tunnel-vision Germany, realized that for at least the last thirty seconds Sweden had been playing with his cock. He blushed. “I was thinking about us.”

            One blond brow cocked. “Too much time with Italy?” The hand left Germany’s cock, and he silently missed the contact now that he realized it was there.

            “Probably,” Germany answered. “Does it bother you?”

            “No. What are you wondering?” Sweden lowered his face to Germany’s, but not to kiss. Instead, he nuzzled Germany’s temple, taking in the scent of the other man’s skin.

            “You’re my refuge from life. My family, my friends, work. But what am I to you? A good lay?”

            Sweden leaned back. He cupped Germany’s cheek. “No. You’re my refuge too. I may not be G8 but I am European Union. Plus, you have Prussia, I have Denmark.”

            Germany chuckled. Sweden found it very sexy. “Actually, all you would have had to say was Denmark and I would have believed you. At least you have a sea to separate you from him for a bit. Literally, I have Prussia on one side and Denmark on the other. He may not bother me much, but I can still hear him when he has one of his parties.”

            Sweden smiled. “Because you attend them.” He leaned down and kissed Germany. Germany met his mouth with enthusiasm now that he wasn’t distracted by emotional hang ups. Sweden’s tongue invaded his mouth, mimicking what Sweden badly wanted to do elsewhere to Germany’s hot body. His hands wandered down the sides of Germany’s torso, making the other blond shudder from the feel of those lovely calluses. He felt like a housecat being stroked by the hands of his master. Those hands then traveled back to where they had started and began to trace designs on the defined muscles of Germany’s back. Swirls and stars – and was that a smiley face?

            Sweden pulled away to kiss down Germany’s jaw, licking down the strong column of Germany’s throat until he reached the junction of neck and shoulder. Each caress was drawn out, almost as if Sweden were kissing in slow motion. Warm lips on soft skin, long seconds of warm wetness, and an agonizing parting of mouth and skin. He lingered over Germany’s neck for a long while, drinking in the scent of his lover as well as the sounds the German made in his passion. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of this torture, he went lower.

Germany, meanwhile, played with Sweden’s nipples, rubbing them and giving a light pinch for every nip he received. When Sweden got to Germany’s, he licked and nibbled them like the delicious little berries they were. Germany clutched Sweden’s head, fingers tangling in his short hair.

            Sweden tortured them for a long time, enjoying the feel of Germany grinding his naked hips against his clothed erection. The German stroked and kneaded Sweden’s head, every so often pulling his hair slightly when he used his teeth. He finally stopped, causing Germany to groan. Sweden leaned back, bringing Germany up with him until they were sitting facing each other. Germany straddled his lap, his erection weeping against Sweden’s ridged belly. Sweden began to trace the defined muscles of Germany’s chest, loving the feel of Germany’s soft skin. Muscles shifted as Germany leaned down and began to suckle Sweden’s nipples. The Swede stroked Germany’s hair, encouraging the other man to keep up his suction. Sweat slicked back Germany’s hair until it resembled his usual style.

            With a muted smack, Germany left Sweden’s nipples and looked the other man in the eye as he lightly stroked down to the hem of his pants. His own callused fingers slid beneath the material to feel the smooth skin of Sweden’s hip. One hand then traveled back to Sweden’s ass, dipping a finger down to play with the hole. Sweden firmly grabbed his wrist, pulling the other man’s hand away from his ass. “Not tonight,” he murmured, leaning in to nip Germany’s ear, “I have another idea.”

            “What would that be?”

            The Swede only smiled. “You’ll see.” He pushed Germany back, and once again reached for the cock he had been playing with earlier. He leaned down as Germany moaned and kissed the very tip. Germany jerked, his entire body tensing at the soft lips on his hard member. Sweden’s tongue flashed out, tip flicking against tip eliciting the same response. He did it again, and again, and again, until Germany growled. Then he decided to be a good little Swede and give the man what he wanted.

            Germany’s cry of delight when Sweden finally engulfed his cock was lovely indeed. It was only eclipsed by the sound the younger blond made when Sweden took most of that slightly more than adequately sized cock down his throat. Hollowing his cheeks, the Swede bobbed his head in a slow rhythm designed to drive Germany wild. It worked like a charm as in mere moments he could tell that his partner was close. That’s when he stopped. He waited, letting Germany cool down a bit before he went back to torturing just the tip of Germany’s cock. He repeated this again, and again, drawing it out until the younger blond was delirious with need.

            “Please,” Germany moaned, pulling Sweden off. “Please, take off your pants. I need you now.”

Sweden took pity and crawled off of his bed. The couple had a preference for Sweden’s house just because of this bed. Whenever they slept over at Germany’s they had to deal with a bed that was cramped and Sweden didn’t like his sheets. On the other hand, Sweden’s bed was huge and Germany didn’t mind sleeping in and on furs. In fact, Germany was finding a whole new love of fur. The sensation of the soft hair against already aroused flesh was very stimulating.

            Sweden shucked his pants quickly and stood still, waiting for Germany to look his fill. Pale skin covering hard muscle from head to toe. Wide shoulders that tapered down to slender hips. Long, powerfully muscles legs that could hold up an impressive amount of weight. A long, thick cock that tasted divine.

            The bed dipped as Sweden pushed Germany down. He’d snagged a bottle of lube from where it was warming on the bedside table, and poured some on his hands. He applied it liberally to his cock and then worked on Germany’s. The more submissive blond cocked an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

            “Making sure we don’t give each other friction burn,” he said matter-of-factly before he took Germany’s mouth again. Kiss after drugging kiss followed and Sweden lowered his body to lay on Germany’s. He began to rock his hips against his partner’s, causing the more submissive blond to moan.

            The motion was slow. Sweden wasn’t feeling inclined to hurry, and Germany didn’t want him to. He began to rock his hips in counterpoint, licking and kissing Sweden’s lips. Then he returned to Sweden’s nipples. The groan of pure pleasure that he got was gratifying.

            Neither would be able to tell later how long they went on, kissing each other and rocking their cocks together. The lube let them slide together without harm to their most sensitive parts. However, all good things must end, and something finally broke in them. Their rhythm sped up, the slight friction finally driving them wild. Their moans of pleasure filled the room.

            Germany felt the tell-tale sensation in his cock that meant that he was close. “I’m going to come,” he whimpered.

            “I am too,” Sweden panted.

            Their hips pumped faster and faster. Germany threw back his head, and Sweden couldn’t resist attacking the German’s neck. His lips on said neck was the final straw for the younger Nation. Germany whipped his head forwards and latched onto Sweden’s shoulder with his teeth as he came. The pleasure-pain of Germany’s teeth on him sent Sweden over the edge as well.

            They collapsed on the bed. Sweden’s head was tucked under Germany’s, his breath fanning the other man. Germany rubbed his back, smiling a little as he felt the post-coital glow. They stayed that way for a few moments as Sweden got his breath back. By tacit agreement, the dominate partner of that night also had to take care of them both after the fact. He finally left his cozy spot on Germany’s wide chest and trudged to the bathroom.

            He came back to the bed with a wet cloth. He gently wiped away the traces of their passion and then threw the cloth into the hamper hidden in his closet. Meanwhile, Germany had pulled back the brown fur that Sweden used as a comforter. He snuggled beneath the expertly cured brown bear skin and smiled at his lover when he lay down. Sweden pulled Germany into his arms and they cuddled together. “Good idea, by the way,” Germany murmured. “And since I went along with this . . .”

            “Already told you next time you can tie me up.”
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