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Rare-pair challenge: Sexy consent.
[Fair warning: They're naked and kissing, but they don't actually go further than that in the fanfiction itself. It's only implied further stuff happen afterwards.]
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A Hard Problem - (France x Sweden).
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If you asked France it should simply be illegal to have the kind of wonderfully muscular body Sweden had – especially during the hot summer nights when it was naked and glistened in sweat right next to France in bed. Indeed, France had quickly learnt the temperature could become surprisingly hot in the northern country during the summers – and especially in older houses which were built to keep the heat inside of them. (France figured this was how the Swedish people later survived their ridiculous cold winters.) As a result it turned out Sweden normally only slept in his underwear during the summers, and sometimes not even in that when France was visiting. Like this night. Which – again - France figured really should be illegal when the man was a 2+ meter muscular man with beautiful skin glistened in sweat, which in turn made Sweden's skin seem to glow in the midnight sun. Really, it should be illegal to have that kind of body when your boyfriend was over, visiting.
So no, the summer night heat wasn't the only thing which currently made France hot and bothered - and with a smirk on his lips France decided it was finally time to do something about it. With his decision made France scooted closer to Sweden's sleeping form and buried his nose in Sweden's hair.
"Mon Suède?" France breathed hotly against Sweden's ear and lightly tapped his shoulder, thankful that Sweden slept on his back tonight rather than on his side like he usually did.
(* "My Sweden?").
France couldn't help but to grin at the instant reaction as Sweden immediately fidgeted awake, hid his ear in the pillow as he turned his face and then cracked open an eye to look at France.
"Something wrong?" Sweden asked quietly in an adorable sleepy voice.
"I might have a hard problem to solve," France chuckled quietly, not wanting to disturb the silent air around them too much, and slid his right leg over Sweden's stomach before letting the rest of his body follow on top of Sweden. Sweden's gaze sleepily followed France's movements, and if Sweden didn't notice the bulge between France's naked legs before, then he certainly did when France teasingly pressed down his "problem" against Sweden's hips.
"Would you like me to share it with you?" France whispered out in another hot breath, and then placed a teasing kiss just below Sweden's chest with a smirk.
"It's important to share your problems with each other in a relationship, after all, and this is a hard problem to solve without help."
France was pleased to see that Sweden was clearly awake by now. However, France was even more pleased when Sweden's response was to sit up in the bed to grab France's face and give him a hungry kiss which barely gave them both enough time to breathe, especially after France took the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further by slipping his tongue into Sweden's mouth.
"I'll take that as a yes," France couldn't help but to laugh as their mouths eventually separated and he teasingly thumbed his partner's own quickly hardening problem, to which Sweden could only grunt back sheepishly in answer while he looked away from France in embarrassment.
"Mon Suède, there's no need to be embarrassed," France reminded Sweden kindly and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I want this too, Sweden. You know that, right?"
France took Sweden's (albeit shy) nod for the agreement it was and initiated another kiss on the mouth.
"Now then…" France began teasingly and bent forward to whisper in Sweden's ear. "How are we going to solve our problem this time?"
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Okay. So. - (Embarrassed noises). I was challenged by a friend, and… To be honest I don't mind how this turned out? But I still felt embarrassed as hell while writing it. With that said though, I hope you all enjoyed this. x) /Jezzica
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