Here you go aisulando. Sorry it's really shitty but ah steel luh you anyway~

Hong Kong had always thought that sex would be the best feeling possible.
It was really great; it gave him sensations he never even imagined he'd have the pleasure to experience. Not only that, but he absolutely loved the way his boyfriend lost self-control. Normally, Iceland was quiet and shy; he was stoic and easily embarrassed, something he'd acquired from his older brother. Hong Kong considered the moments whenever he made Iceland blush to be a victory, though as their relationship progressed and he could get away with saying more and more dirty things, it happened quite often. But whenever he managed to make Iceland horny, there was no hiding it. Iceland was blunt about his desires; his quick, sometimes shaky movements controlled by something that Hong Kong could only hope to identify as lust. One of his personal favorites was whenever he looked at Iceland, whose eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, with an expression that told Hong Kong that he was doing everything right.

The two teenagers cuddled, their limbs still tangled together after hours of overly intimate lovemaking, both of them drowning in bittersweet passion. Iceland's chest rose up and down, matching the rapid pace of his heartbeat as Hong Kong dragged his fingertips over Iceland's silky smooth skin, raising goosebumps on his waistline. Iceland detangled his hands from Hong Kong's hair, which was messy from sex, to cup his face and plant a breathless kiss on his soft lips. Both were still panting from the previous exercise, but neither cared. They just wanted to be completely connected to each other; their undying infatuation with each other encouraging them to become as close as possible. Hong Kong returned the kiss gently, forming a huge contrast from the rough, lust-driven kissing that he was delivering just minutes ago.
"I love you," Hong Kong said suddenly as he pulled away. Iceland just stared into his golden eyes for a couple of moments, a gentle smile present on his face.
"I love you too," he said, playing with a strand of Hong Kong's hair. The two remained wrapped up in each others' embrace, their fingers entwined together. Iceland was lost in the curve of Hong Kong's smile when the latter reached forward and smoothed back the moist silvery whisps of Iceland's bangs from his violet eyes. His relaxed expression and the sincere passion behind the deep orbs was another thing Hong Kong adored about Iceland. His hand moved to Iceland's back, tracing small circles in the soft skin of his back. Iceland released a small sigh of happiness from between his lips before gently kissing Hong Kong's neck, something he knew the teenager loved. Their heartbeats slowing down, Iceland's feathered against Hong Kong's in a perfect rhythmic pulse. The warmth of their bodies pressed together brought a sense of lulling peace and drowsiness to go along with their physical exhaustion, laying side by side and perfectly in awe of each other.

Hong Kong realized that the afterglow was definitely his favorite part.