Finland threw his head back, arching his neck over the satin-lined pillow as sweat cascaded down his skin. His vision blurred and tinged itself with red, and he strained to push his hips higher, to push himself even deeper into the mouth of his lover; even when while Sweden was in such a submissive position, Finland found himself to be completely at his mercy. He bucked his hips again, gasping and curving himself farther off the mattress. He was lost, swimming in a sea of passion hot as magma. His skin was flushed pink and his eyes were glazed over like steamed glass as the arousal within him began to burn with white heat.
The suckling sounds his lover was making-purposely, no doubt-didn't assist at all in cooling him down.