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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Re: prompt 9: it takes a light touch

[(Anonymous)]

[More good old-fashioned NorIce :V]

It wasn't hard to get Iceland to melt.

Oh, he was stubborn enough, that one. Norway knew exactly where he got that from. But even though he tried to put up a front, tried to pretend that he wasn't interested, Norway knew otherwise.

He knew how to handle that.

As long as they were alone, it was simple. In the quiet of Iceland's living room, after a day of being out and about, if they were curled up together, there wasn't any difficulty to it at all.

It was downright easy to get him to give in.

All it took was quiet words by his ear, and a hand gently touching his hair. All it took was a barely-there kiss to his lips, and fingertips lightly trailing along his thigh.

Norway knew very well that sharp intake of breath, the way everything would seem to hang for a second while Iceland tried to decide if he'd resist that. Even if giving in to it was exactly what he wanted. Some kind of stubbornness, indeed. Turn him down just for the sake of being contrary.

Norway didn't need to wonder where he got that from.

But Iceland always gave up on that contrariness, in the end. Edged a bit closer to Norway. Parted his lips into the kiss. Reached up and grasped at him, clinging to Norway's shoulders. Then pulled him down, or let himself be pushed down, depending on how you looked at it.

He was often nearly hard by then, which just went to show that all that stubbornness was just put on, as far as Norway was concerned. And after that, a few soft, slow kisses to his mouth, to his throat – and then Iceland would be practically begging him to go lower, taking one of his hands and pressing it to his crotch, or even gripping him by the hair and trying to hint at where Norway should direct his attention.

One of these days, Norway would have to have a word with him about that. Don't go pulling, he might say, else I won't have any hair left at the end of this. But usually, he didn't think on it at the time. He'd have other things on his mind, like getting Iceland's trousers open. And coiling his fingers around Iceland's cock, kissing him softly, so softly, while Iceland gasped against his mouth and rocked into that touch.

And then down, moving slowly downward, until he could take Iceland's cock in his mouth.

Even that was much the same as the rest. Norway had known men who went about that business roughly; men who'd rather fuck his mouth than let him take his time with it.

Not Iceland.

Iceland liked it slow and easy, liked it when Norway went about it with his mouth loose and slick, taking his time to spoil him. And if he gripped at Norway's hair – well. Maybe he just wanted something to hold on to.

They were quite alike, after all.

Re: prompt 9: it takes a light touch

[(Anonymous)]

!!! best stocking stuffer, tyvm

Re: prompt 9: it takes a light touch

[(Anonymous)]

8) <3 Cheers, anon~