[Pairing the generator gave me was Iceland/Estonia]
It was amazing what a bit of drink could do to someone -- or a lot of drink, for that matter.
Estonia hadn't intended anything by the invitation he extended toward Iceland. It was meant to be just an ordinary thing, two friends getting together for a night of quiet company. That was how the evening had begun, and how they both had assumed it would be - but when they had decided to open up the liquor cabinet and bring out the booze, things got far more interesting than either of them had anticipated.
Denmark. It had started with them both complaining about Denmark. Under the influence of the liquor, Iceland became more animated, airing out his woes regarding that goddamned ex-viking pervert. Feeling his pain, Estonia found himself comfortable in discussing his old grudges against that one, that bloody conqueror. If only he'd minded his own business in the middle ages. It didn't matter that if he hadn't fallen to Denmark, it would have been to someone else. Surely anyone else would have been better than Denmark.
All this was accompanied by animated hand gestures.
The next thing Estonia knew, Iceland was kissing him, firmly and completely unexpected. His eyes widened in surprise and he drew away, questioning him on it, to which Iceland's only reply was that they both thought Denmark was an asshole, and that was good enough for him. Before Estonia could reply, he was being kissed again, and after a time Iceland pushed him down onto his back, pressing him against the couch cushions.
Estonia squirmed a bit in his hold, feeling he should protest just on principle due to the suddenness of it all, then simply decided to give in. His willingness was partly due to the influence of the liquor, of course, but most of it had to do with the fact that he was currently being pinned and straddled by a very attractive Nordic nation and --- well, honestly, who wouldn't give in, when placed in such a situation?
Having made that decision, Estonia resolved to enjoy himself. After all, he probably wouldn't get another opportunity with his normally rather stoic friend. So, he whisked from his mind all thoughts of how awkward things might be when they sobered up, and simply let himself respond as he liked. He gave in willingly to Iceland's firm, open-mouthed kisses, and when he found his mouth filled by Iceland's hot, probing tongue he sucked eagerly, flustered and pleased. After a time he tried to move his wrists, only to find that he was quite thoroughly pinned, and Iceland would have none of that, tightening his grip on him, digging his fingernails in. The small part of Estonia that was still thinking clearly was quite glad he had resolved to give in, as at that point he was so aroused that he probably could not have resisted even if he had wanted to. It seemed Iceland was fully aware of that, as he increased his welcome assault, rolling his hips down against him, making Estonia let out a low, muffled groan.
Slowly at first, then gradually harder, faster, the tight friction almost maddening. Estonia whimpered against Iceland's mouth, finding himself close, closer, far too close. It seemed Iceland was only encouraged by that, grinding harshly against him until he couldn't hold back any longer. He came, trembling under him, his sounds silenced by Iceland's lips and tongue. Soon afterward Iceland followed, growling lowly in the back of his throat, his grip on Estonia's wrists tightening painfully.
Slowly their movements ceased. They broke the kiss, lingering, panting, their mouths slick and bruised and tender. Estonia blinked upward, cursing his fogged glasses. When Iceland released his wrists, Estonia slid his arms around his shoulders and drew him close, kissing him gently. As it broke he murmured that next time, if there would be a next time, they should do it without the liquor. Iceland nodded, nuzzling him gently, quite willing to accept the suggestion. With that decided they rested together, content to stay that way for the remainder of the evening.
wtf I don't even know
It was amazing what a bit of drink could do to someone -- or a lot of drink, for that matter.
Estonia hadn't intended anything by the invitation he extended toward Iceland. It was meant to be just an ordinary thing, two friends getting together for a night of quiet company. That was how the evening had begun, and how they both had assumed it would be - but when they had decided to open up the liquor cabinet and bring out the booze, things got far more interesting than either of them had anticipated.
Denmark. It had started with them both complaining about Denmark. Under the influence of the liquor, Iceland became more animated, airing out his woes regarding that goddamned ex-viking pervert. Feeling his pain, Estonia found himself comfortable in discussing his old grudges against that one, that bloody conqueror. If only he'd minded his own business in the middle ages. It didn't matter that if he hadn't fallen to Denmark, it would have been to someone else. Surely anyone else would have been better than Denmark.
All this was accompanied by animated hand gestures.
The next thing Estonia knew, Iceland was kissing him, firmly and completely unexpected. His eyes widened in surprise and he drew away, questioning him on it, to which Iceland's only reply was that they both thought Denmark was an asshole, and that was good enough for him. Before Estonia could reply, he was being kissed again, and after a time Iceland pushed him down onto his back, pressing him against the couch cushions.
Estonia squirmed a bit in his hold, feeling he should protest just on principle due to the suddenness of it all, then simply decided to give in. His willingness was partly due to the influence of the liquor, of course, but most of it had to do with the fact that he was currently being pinned and straddled by a very attractive Nordic nation and --- well, honestly, who wouldn't give in, when placed in such a situation?
Having made that decision, Estonia resolved to enjoy himself. After all, he probably wouldn't get another opportunity with his normally rather stoic friend. So, he whisked from his mind all thoughts of how awkward things might be when they sobered up, and simply let himself respond as he liked. He gave in willingly to Iceland's firm, open-mouthed kisses, and when he found his mouth filled by Iceland's hot, probing tongue he sucked eagerly, flustered and pleased. After a time he tried to move his wrists, only to find that he was quite thoroughly pinned, and Iceland would have none of that, tightening his grip on him, digging his fingernails in. The small part of Estonia that was still thinking clearly was quite glad he had resolved to give in, as at that point he was so aroused that he probably could not have resisted even if he had wanted to. It seemed Iceland was fully aware of that, as he increased his welcome assault, rolling his hips down against him, making Estonia let out a low, muffled groan.
Slowly at first, then gradually harder, faster, the tight friction almost maddening. Estonia whimpered against Iceland's mouth, finding himself close, closer, far too close. It seemed Iceland was only encouraged by that, grinding harshly against him until he couldn't hold back any longer. He came, trembling under him, his sounds silenced by Iceland's lips and tongue. Soon afterward Iceland followed, growling lowly in the back of his throat, his grip on Estonia's wrists tightening painfully.
Slowly their movements ceased. They broke the kiss, lingering, panting, their mouths slick and bruised and tender. Estonia blinked upward, cursing his fogged glasses. When Iceland released his wrists, Estonia slid his arms around his shoulders and drew him close, kissing him gently. As it broke he murmured that next time, if there would be a next time, they should do it without the liquor. Iceland nodded, nuzzling him gently, quite willing to accept the suggestion. With that decided they rested together, content to stay that way for the remainder of the evening.