"So. Looks like we've got ourselves a problem here."
Iceland stared at the ceiling, refusing to turn his head to look at Norway, who sounded far too amused by the whole situation. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well." A soft kiss to his cheek, and a soft huff of breath that might have been a laugh. "I want you to fuck me. And you want me to fuck you. We can't do both at the same time, y'know."
Norway was right, but that didn't matter. "I guess," Iceland mumbled. He felt himself flush more deeply. "I mean. It's not physically possible."
"Right."
"So we'll have to... um." He wetted his lips, trying to think of the right way to put it. "...Compromise?"
What he wanted to say was that Norway should just shut up and fuck him, please, for the love of god, just fuck him – but he couldn't very well say that! Not like this, anyway. Not when he was embarrassed as hell, and Norway sounded like he was laughing at him. Iceland shut his eyes tight and bit at his lower lip. He wanted to groan and hide his face and just call the whole thing off.
...But he also wanted something else, and he wanted that more than he wanted to give up.
Another soft kiss, to his hair this time, affectionate. "I have an idea," Norway said, dipping low to murmur it by his ear. "Reckon we can both get what we want. Or close enough, anyhow."
Iceland had no idea what he could mean by that, and when Norway moved to rummage in the drawer of the bedside table, he turned to look.
He flushed a few shades deeper when he saw what it was, eyes widening a bit. "Um..."
"Ever used one of these?" Norway asked, perfectly casual as he bended the unusually long and flexible dildo this way and that.
"Uh..." Iceland swallowed. "I know how it works," he said. Which wasn't an answer to the question, he knew. But he couldn't very well tell him 'No, but I saw something like that in a porn video once'.
By the amused look Norway gave him, it seemed like he knew what Iceland had been thinking, even if he hadn't actually said it. Somehow, he always did, and it was no less irritating now than it was at any other time. But when Norway bent to kiss him, murmuring softly against his lips that he's teach him how it was done, Iceland found that he couldn't complain.
He couldn't complain, either, when Norway slicked up his fingers and slid them inside of him, asking him in a low, quiet tone to do the same for him. There was something about his quiet words, that way he said 'Do me a favour, would you?' that made Iceland melt even more than the sensation of those slim fingers inside him.
It wasn't easy. His hands were shaking, which wasn't all that different from how it usually was when Norway's fingers were – doing what they were doing. How on earth could anyone manage to concentrate or be coordinated when someone was doing that?! But somehow, Iceland managed to do as Norway asked, reaching behind to slip his fingers into him slow and easy.
Even if he was clumsy about it, he got some satisfaction out of the way Norway faltered, muffling a soft moan against his mouth. Iceland couldn't help but smirk a little against his lips. Take that, he thought – but only for a second, as the sensation of Norway's fingers stretching him wider made him lose any train of thought he had.
Iceland took in a shaking breath when they parted, blinking up at Norway, who looked down at him with his head tilted and a quiet, confident expression on his face. "So," Iceland said, trying to sound just as confident as Norway looked. "Are we going to do this, or what?"
"Depends. D'you think you're ready for this here lesson?"
Quit fussing around, Iceland thought, biting at his lower lip. You don't have to coddle me. Or tease me. Lessons: that was what Norway tended to call it when they tried something new, and it was a little weird, as far as Iceland was concerned – but then again, Norway was always weird. "I'm fine," Iceland said. "I'm, um. I'm ready."
That sounded stupid, but apparently it was enough, because Norway nodded, and reached for it.
The toy slipped into him, slow and slick and deep, and it sure didn't feel like Norway's cock, but it felt good enough. Iceland took in a shaking breath as it filled him, sprawling out a little wider to let Norway do it. Normally, he would close his eyes to take in that satisfying feeling; but he made sure to keep them open, wanting to watch what would come next.
His cheeks burned as he watched Norway. He was settled above him, knees spread wide, one hand splayed over Iceland's chest for balance as he bent the other end of the toy to slide it inside himself. His eyes were nearly shut, his lips parted, and – to Iceland's satisfaction – he was blushing just as much as Iceland was.
"Not as good as the real thing," Norway panted, looking down at him as he rolled his hips, as if he'd noticed Iceland was watching. "But it solves our little problem. Don't y'think?"
Iceland swallowed harshly, the words sticking in his mouth. How the hell did Norway expect him to talk at a time like this?! "Yeah," he breathed, rocking upward against it.
"'Course. Now, touch me, won't you?"
For once, it sounded more like a request than a command; even if he didn't say please, there was something in Norway's voice that hinted at it. "I will if you kiss me," Iceland said, his words shaking just as much as his hand did as he moved to stroke Norway's cock. It got him a confused look in response, but Iceland didn't care; he just wanted Norway to shut up.
If you keep talking like that, Iceland thought, it might be enough to make me come –
He didn't want that. They'd only just started.
To his relief, Norway didn't ask; he just bent to kiss him, and slid a hand low to touch him, long fingers coiling around Iceland's cock.
They moved together, swallowing each other's moans, and though the positioning was a bit awkward, it was more than enough.
Lessons, Iceland thought as he whimpered against Norway's mouth. Is that what you call this?
Re: prompt 6: sex toys
Iceland stared at the ceiling, refusing to turn his head to look at Norway, who sounded far too amused by the whole situation. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well." A soft kiss to his cheek, and a soft huff of breath that might have been a laugh. "I want you to fuck me. And you want me to fuck you. We can't do both at the same time, y'know."
Norway was right, but that didn't matter. "I guess," Iceland mumbled. He felt himself flush more deeply. "I mean. It's not physically possible."
"Right."
"So we'll have to... um." He wetted his lips, trying to think of the right way to put it. "...Compromise?"
What he wanted to say was that Norway should just shut up and fuck him, please, for the love of god, just fuck him – but he couldn't very well say that! Not like this, anyway. Not when he was embarrassed as hell, and Norway sounded like he was laughing at him. Iceland shut his eyes tight and bit at his lower lip. He wanted to groan and hide his face and just call the whole thing off.
...But he also wanted something else, and he wanted that more than he wanted to give up.
Another soft kiss, to his hair this time, affectionate. "I have an idea," Norway said, dipping low to murmur it by his ear. "Reckon we can both get what we want. Or close enough, anyhow."
Iceland had no idea what he could mean by that, and when Norway moved to rummage in the drawer of the bedside table, he turned to look.
He flushed a few shades deeper when he saw what it was, eyes widening a bit. "Um..."
"Ever used one of these?" Norway asked, perfectly casual as he bended the unusually long and flexible dildo this way and that.
"Uh..." Iceland swallowed. "I know how it works," he said. Which wasn't an answer to the question, he knew. But he couldn't very well tell him 'No, but I saw something like that in a porn video once'.
By the amused look Norway gave him, it seemed like he knew what Iceland had been thinking, even if he hadn't actually said it. Somehow, he always did, and it was no less irritating now than it was at any other time. But when Norway bent to kiss him, murmuring softly against his lips that he's teach him how it was done, Iceland found that he couldn't complain.
He couldn't complain, either, when Norway slicked up his fingers and slid them inside of him, asking him in a low, quiet tone to do the same for him. There was something about his quiet words, that way he said 'Do me a favour, would you?' that made Iceland melt even more than the sensation of those slim fingers inside him.
It wasn't easy. His hands were shaking, which wasn't all that different from how it usually was when Norway's fingers were – doing what they were doing. How on earth could anyone manage to concentrate or be coordinated when someone was doing that?! But somehow, Iceland managed to do as Norway asked, reaching behind to slip his fingers into him slow and easy.
Even if he was clumsy about it, he got some satisfaction out of the way Norway faltered, muffling a soft moan against his mouth. Iceland couldn't help but smirk a little against his lips. Take that, he thought – but only for a second, as the sensation of Norway's fingers stretching him wider made him lose any train of thought he had.
Iceland took in a shaking breath when they parted, blinking up at Norway, who looked down at him with his head tilted and a quiet, confident expression on his face. "So," Iceland said, trying to sound just as confident as Norway looked. "Are we going to do this, or what?"
"Depends. D'you think you're ready for this here lesson?"
Quit fussing around, Iceland thought, biting at his lower lip. You don't have to coddle me. Or tease me. Lessons: that was what Norway tended to call it when they tried something new, and it was a little weird, as far as Iceland was concerned – but then again, Norway was always weird. "I'm fine," Iceland said. "I'm, um. I'm ready."
That sounded stupid, but apparently it was enough, because Norway nodded, and reached for it.
The toy slipped into him, slow and slick and deep, and it sure didn't feel like Norway's cock, but it felt good enough. Iceland took in a shaking breath as it filled him, sprawling out a little wider to let Norway do it. Normally, he would close his eyes to take in that satisfying feeling; but he made sure to keep them open, wanting to watch what would come next.
His cheeks burned as he watched Norway. He was settled above him, knees spread wide, one hand splayed over Iceland's chest for balance as he bent the other end of the toy to slide it inside himself. His eyes were nearly shut, his lips parted, and – to Iceland's satisfaction – he was blushing just as much as Iceland was.
"Not as good as the real thing," Norway panted, looking down at him as he rolled his hips, as if he'd noticed Iceland was watching. "But it solves our little problem. Don't y'think?"
Iceland swallowed harshly, the words sticking in his mouth. How the hell did Norway expect him to talk at a time like this?! "Yeah," he breathed, rocking upward against it.
"'Course. Now, touch me, won't you?"
For once, it sounded more like a request than a command; even if he didn't say please, there was something in Norway's voice that hinted at it. "I will if you kiss me," Iceland said, his words shaking just as much as his hand did as he moved to stroke Norway's cock. It got him a confused look in response, but Iceland didn't care; he just wanted Norway to shut up.
If you keep talking like that, Iceland thought, it might be enough to make me come –
He didn't want that. They'd only just started.
To his relief, Norway didn't ask; he just bent to kiss him, and slid a hand low to touch him, long fingers coiling around Iceland's cock.
They moved together, swallowing each other's moans, and though the positioning was a bit awkward, it was more than enough.
Lessons, Iceland thought as he whimpered against Norway's mouth. Is that what you call this?
Well. Okay. If you say so.