After a long day of walking around the city, Lukas decided it was about time he get home and relax. Hah, that'd be hard, living with that Dane. Though he loved him to the ends of the earth, he could never get used to Matthias's antics. Violet eyes gleaming, Norway stepped into his house. He was met with blaring music and the fumes of liquor.
"Matthias Køhler, are you having a party without my consent again?" I yelled, the heavy bass sending vibrations up my legs. A Lego flew past my head, just missing the curl bouncing alongside my head. Could've been worse. Storming further inside, I tried again to scream at the man.
"Denmark! What the hell is going on in here?"
Matthias stumbled out of nowhere. His breath heavy with the stench of whatever he had in his hand, he tried to talk. How damn drunk was he?
Placing a sloppy kiss to my cheek, "Gah, hey Norge! Welcome home, buddy!" the Dane exclaimed as he fell into the wall. Nice, that smell isn't wearing off any time soon. Is he drooling?
"Matthias, get these guys out of here. Who did you even invite, to go this insane? You know I can't stand your partying." I mumbled wearily. I doubt Denmark can even understand me.
He slammed into me, and grabbed my hand. I tried to pull it free, as he twisted my wedding ring around. Now I've got to polish that too. Oops. "Love, please, don't.". Too late.
He yanked the bobbing hair.
I yelped and shuddered as the wave of agonized pleasure rippled along my body.
Did I just orgasm?
Matthias giggled with delight to my response. Oh, I know where this is going. Straight to the bedroom.