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I dedicate this extra chapter to my friend Yoko and that shitty reviewer I got on the previous chapter. Because sometimes you just have to write another chapter to a fic in order to spite hateful people and to celebrate those who support you in the spiting process. x)
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. [Another Hard Problem] .
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Despite France's tiredness of the situation Sweden now stared at him in quiet amusement and disbelief. Or perhaps more specifically, stared at the obvious tent below France's boxers. Honestly, in a sense Sweden's ability to make him hard from the smallest accidental touches would never cease to both amaze and annoy France.
"Please stop staring, Sverige," France groaned.
"You are hard," Sweden coughed, clearly embarrassed over pointing it out.
France huffed in annoyance.
"It's not my fault you keep turning me on. Either help me fix it or get out so I can fix it myself."
"Of course I'm staying," Sweden hurried out, suddenly sounding nervous. Perhaps Sweden thought he might accidentally have offended the Frenchman.
"M-May… May I try something?"
France met Sweden's gaze in surprise. While Sweden had always been quick to return any actions from France, until now Sweden had never been the one to initiate anything sexual.
"Mon Suéde, are you sure? I didn't mean to make you feel forced to help me. I can just take care of this in the bathroom if you want to go directly to sleep."
"No, that's not… I want this. If I'm allowed to?"
"If you're sure, then of course you're allowed to. Go ahead," France told him, not bothering to hide the curiosity in his voice.
France watched as Sweden took a deep, shaky breath before he took a step forward and closed the distance between them. France could feel nervousness radiate from Sweden's entire body, but when Sweden bent forward and gently cupped France's face France couldn't help but to melt into the touch as Sweden kissed him square on the mouth. France only registered Sweden had backed him towards the bed when the back of his legs hit the bed and Sweden carefully lowered France onto it. The kiss didn't break until Sweden had to back up a bit in order to heave both France and himself further up on the bed, before Sweden then began to trail kisses over France's throat and neck and pulled off France's boxers and lightly pressed his knee between France's legs.
"Should I continue?" Sweden asked carefully, unconsciously resting his own hardening problem against the bottom of France's stomach.
"Mon Suéde, whatever you have planned, please don't stop," France moaned hotly against Sweden's ear, clasping against Sweden's back as he tried to find something to hold onto while feeling Sweden's knee rub against his dick.
"Show me if you can top this."
The words were the only ones Sweden needed as he threw away France's boxers somewhere to the side.
"And would you please stop staring at my hard dick and begin to do something about it!?"
"As you wish," Sweden replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes and dove down on France with renewed energy.
"I'll be happy to help you with any of your hard problems."
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. [The End] .
I hope you all enjoyed! xD
Lessons of the day:
- Consent is sexy. Consent is EVERYTHING.
- Don't be an asshole.
- If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
- Spite is a powerful thing. x)
x'D
(With that said, feel free to send me a short comment/review if you liked this fic! And if you disliked it, too. Just don't be an asshole about it and we'll be fine. See ye'!)
/Jezzica.
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