Iceland had a particularly ticklish stomach. Even a slight brush of the hand would set him on the edge of giggles. It was a cute reaction, thought Hong, but it also could instantly ruin a moment. Every so often, during an intense make out session or something even farther along than that, Hong Kong would move his hands to advance on the small nation under him and when he reached his lover's abdomen said boy would curl up and try his best to contain the laughs. Hong would then have to coax Iceland to return to the previous position, but usually by that point in time the feeling would have vanished and the two would switch their attention to the wonderful world of technology.
On this specific afternoon, both teens lounged on the couch, their skin damp and sticking to the leathery surface of the furniture. Fans were blowing and the windows were open to try to reduce the humidity and sweltering heat of the weather that is summer in Hong Kong. The heavy air put Iceland in a foul mood. So, while Iceland looked forward with a scowl that seemed permanently plastered to that pale face today, Hong Kong was looking directly at the boy devising a plan to 'turn that frown upside down'.
Hong slide himself right up against the moody teen, earning himself a pitiful glare. Iceland lightly swatted at his boyfriend murmuring about how it was too hot for human contact. Hong just chuckled, ignoring the protests as he pressed himself even closer.
"It hurts me deeply seeing you so upset," Hong whispered in Iceland's ear in a soothing tone, "I just want to make you feel a bit more comfortable."
Despite the sun's angry rays shooting through the open panes, Iceland shivered as Hong gently pushed him on to his back. On the inside, Iceland desperately wanted to see where Hong was going with this, but his face showed irritation.
"Hong, I really do love you, but it is way too hot for this." This only seemed to push the other further. Hong smirked and his eyes gave off a playful stare.
"Thinking dirty, Ice? I wasn't even planning on something sexual today, but if that's what you want-"
Iceland quickly thumped his lover on the head to stop him from going any further. Hong chuckled and winked. He lowered himself until he was face to stomach with Iceland. Ice raised an eyebrow, questioning what the other was doing. Hong lifted the thin shirt he was wearing and pressed multiple feather light kisses on the creamy skin of Iceland's abdomen, who burst it a fit of giggles and tried to push the male off of him. Hong continued the treatment, blowing a raspberry here and there to hear Ice's voice go even higher and squeak.
Once Hong decided Ice seemed to have endured enough, he raised his head. Ice's scowl had disappeared and was replaced with a grin so bright it rivaled the sun's diminishing, but ever so vibrant light. Pressing one more kiss to moist skin, Hong pulled himself back up to take his boyfriend in his arms. Maybe it'll be cool enough tonight for something a bit more intimate.