This chapter is pretty clean. Just Norway's reaction to his brother rubbing his curl
once breakfast was over, Mathias went to bathe. when Svi and fin were
in the living room, Emil couldn't help but to find the curl tempting.
he was going to tug it, but then he considered. when somebody tugged
his hair, he hated it. when it was petted though, he loved it. so he
took Norway's curl and petted it softly.
"ice...d-don't. its sensitive."
Lukas said. ice was always looking for ways to get back at his
brother, so he kept going. Norge squirmed in his seat, grabbing Emil's
wrist weakly in attempt to move the hand. but he was helpless. when
his curl was stimulated, his whole body was weak and taking in the
pleasure. he was also incapable of screaming. only whimpers and quiet
pleading was heard.
"please brother, please stop. I'm begging you"
Lukas panted. Emil was satisfied with this though. only a bribe of
licorice could make him even consider stopping. He was especially
happy when Lukas started trying to hump the chair.
Emil was finding this very fun, but Norge not so much. the sight of
seeing his brother reduced to a desperate beggar made Emil feel
dominant, and dominance was something he'd always wanted. "Is it too
much for you? aww, too bad." Emil cooed with a very evil tone in his
speech. Lukas only got worse as Emil rubbed hard as possible. he was
humping faster, trying desperately to get friction.
He
tried rubbing himself, but Emil easily held both of Lukas' hands in
one of his. Lukas was so weak he couldn't pull away.
"Emil...brother...either let me release or let go please" he forced.
Emil smirked, absolutely loving this. "I like to hear you beg so how
does the answer 'nej' sound?" he asked. Lukas started sobbing and
began hitting the table edge on each thrust.
"is everything okay in
there?" Finland asked, hearing the table jarring. "ja, everything's
fine" Emil responded. Lukas' mouth was open but no words could form.
Emil marveled at the sight of his brother sitting there as if
everything but his pelvis was paralyzed.
"stop thrusting" Emil
commanded into his brothers ear. "i-i cant" Lukas forced out. Emil
clicked his tongue. "you want me to consider you so big of a brother
when you cant even stop thrusting into the table like a desperate beggar" Emil began. "id like it more
if you thrusted into my hand" Norway nodded quickly. "please, please
let me" he begged.
Emil shook his head. "another time" he whispered.
another time? if Norge could help it, there wouldn't be a next time.
however, he knew that Emil would hit his weakness at any chance given.
a perfect opportunity to get revenge on Lukas was something Emil would
never pass up.
Denmark returned from his shower though and Emil was
busted; this time. "EMIL STEILSON!" Mathias boomed. Emil kept rubbing the curl as nonchalantly as drinking a coke. "yes,
Denmark?" he asked meekly, looking up at the furious blonde. "You know
what you're doing! get your dirty little hands off that curl!" Denmark
demanded.
Emil let go and Lukas fell into a heap of a crying, blushing
mess. Mathias soothed him and Tino ran to see what was the matter.
Emil sighed and went to his room to avoid lecture.