part 367 bears and wolves oh my

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YOU DID IT, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU. Well, it's been a year. I hope it was a good one for you--and that 2018 is even better! And maybe we'll finally get that fansub of even one of the musicals... just maybe.

Enjoy part 367!

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prompt 7: in front of a mirror

[(Anonymous)]

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Re: prompt 7: in front of a mirror

[(Anonymous)]

[Set in late 18th century]

"So," Norway said, looking the free-standing mirror up and down, sweeping a critical gaze over the thing. "Just how much did this cost you?"

Of course he'd ask that. Of course. "Nothing to worry about," Denmark said. He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his hair. "I had a bit tucked away." Which wasn't the entire truth, but that was just a matter of details, wasn't it.

"Did you, now."

Norway didn't sound convinced, and Denmark couldn't exactly blame him. "Yeah," Denmark said. All right, he thought; time for some distraction. He didn't say anything else; just kissed at him again, lightly beneath his jaw. And if his hands slid a little lower, what of it?

The sharp intake of breath was exactly what he expected. Denmark let his gaze flick to the mirror. Norway was staring at their reflections, a slight flush colouring his cheeks. He glanced to Denmark, and then back to himself for a moment. Whatever he saw there, he obviously liked quite a bit, and Denmark couldn't blame him for that.

"It's nice," Norway said after a moment, any criticism he'd had gone. He swallowed harshly, and his hands went to cover Denmark's, gently taking them from where they rested at his hips. "Come on, now. Let me be. Need to finish getting dressed."

One more kiss, and then he left him alone.

Denmark wasn't always the most observant guy, but it didn't escape his attention just how taken Norway was with that mirror. Over the next few days, he noticed Norway taking every opportunity to pause in front of it; adjusting clothing, tidying his hair, fussing a bit. It was endearing, and furthermore, Denmark couldn't blame him one bit – if he were as pretty as Norway was, he'd be doing the same damn thing. Not that he hadn't already spent plenty of time in front of it! Damn novel, that cheval mirror, sitting the way it did on its four feet, with hinges that allowed you to tilt it forward and back. France's people sure had some great ideas.

"We could get you one've these," Denmark said quietly, like it was a secret. He was behind him again, had his arms around Norway's waist and his nose in his hair. "For your place, I mean. How's that?"

Norway was silent for a moment. Looked like he was giving it some serious thought. Then he shook his head. "No. 'S fine." He didn't say It's too much money, but Denmark knew he was thinking it.

What he did say next came as a surprise. "Can you..." Norway licked his lower lip, cheeks pinking a bit. "Can you move this thing? 'Mean, is it light enough to get it across the floor?"

"...Yes?"

Norway gave a small, barely imperceptible nod. He drew a breath, then leaned back into Denmark, nestling against his hold. "I want it in front of your bed tonight." His voice was steady as he spoke. "I want to be able to watch while you fuck me."

Jesus, Denmark thought. "Sure," he said, kissing at Norway's hair, unable to stop himself from grinning. "Anything you want."

And sure enough, that evening, he moved the mirror.

Norway directed him from the bed until it was to his satisfaction. Told him exactly where to put it. Made him tilt it a bit, so he could see himself properly, sprawled out and bare on Denmark's mattress.

"Tilt it a bit more – there. Keep it there."

For a moment, Norway took in what he saw. Then he lifted his gaze to Denmark, and gestured for him to join him.

It was quite a thing, to join him on the bed like that. To take Norway into his lap, and kiss at his neck, and watch in the mirror as he eased himself with slick fingers. It sure was something to see him like that, from that angle.

Norway was watching himself, too. And whatever he saw, he seemed to like. He kept watching for a good long while, before finally turning his head to steal a firm, deep kiss from Denmark.

When they parted, he said nothing; just looked at him a moment, then turned his gaze back to the mirror. Denmark ached for him – but he wasn't about to rush this. It was always better to let Norway set the pace when trying something new, especially something he really wanted. So he waited, trailing soft kisses, taking in the way Norway shivered in his arms, until finally, mercifully finally, Norway took his cock with slick fingers, and lifted his hips to ease him in.

God, it was something. It felt amazing as always, but with their reflections in front of him, this was something else. Denmark kept his gaze on the mirror; watched as Norway watched himself. Watched as he moved, easing slowly down onto him. And that sure was a sight; the warm light was more than enough to see everything, spread out over him as Norway was; the way he rocked his hips to move himself down onto Denmark's cock, then up again, riding him.

Denmark gasped against his neck. Held him, steadied him – and touched him, watching their reflections mirroring his movement as he dipped low to take Norway's cock in his hand, stroke him slow and sure. Norway gasped and shuddered against him – and god, was he ever gorgeous then; his eyes falling halfway shut, his head tilting back, flush spreading all over his cheeks.

No wonder he likes to look at himself, Denmark thought.

He gripped at his hip, brought him down hard and deep, making the both of them moan – Norway's hand flew to his mouth to quiet himself, as if even now he couldn't stand to show that he was affected by something. For a moment, Denmark hesitated, thinking, as much as he was capable of thinking at a time like this – then he took Norway by the wrist, and slowly but firmly made Norway bring his hand down to touch himself.

"Don't," Denmark said shakily, almost wondering if he should dare to. "Don't stifle it." He slid his hand along his hip, gripping him, holding him there. Steadier, now that he could use both.

If Norway had thought to argue, he changed his mind upon noticing the firm hold Denmark had on him. He cursed and simply let him do it, stroking himself as Denmark thrust into him, and all the while his gaze was on the mirror, watching himself.

Not that Denmark could look away either. Not with the show in front of him. Not when Norway finally came, rigid in his arms and staring through his lashes at himself. Denmark sure as hell didn't last long after getting a look at that.

When Norway turned his head, kissing him full and firm, it was more than enough to bring him over.

They stayed a while like that, after they were done, resting together silent and panting and exhausted. Denmark pressed his face to Norway's neck and let his hands sprawl out over his skin. He flicked his gaze to the mirror and took in the sight – Norway, exhausted in his arms, with a soft expression no one would normally think him capable of; himself, just as tired, but so damn satisfied, holding him close, cock still inside of him.

Their eyes met in the mirror. Held there.

Denmark couldn't help but grin.

As far as he saw it, no matter what criticism Norway'd had at first, the price of that mirror had already been more than worth the cost.

Re: prompt 7: in front of a mirror

[(Anonymous)]

noice

Re: prompt 7: in front of a mirror

[(Anonymous)]

8) Thank you~