This is chapter DOS!
Yeeeeeeeessssssss enjoy the smuttiness of this chapter!
ANYWHO there will only be one more chapter after this. That one from Emil (Iceland) and Leon's (Hong Kong's) POVs
After calming down a screaming Emil, the couple headed up the stairs to their bedroom. Lukas sighed, feeling impossibly exhausted from the overload on his emotions. God, that was the last time he cried so much, he vowed placing his hand on the door knob and turning-.
"Where do you think you're goin' babe," Matthias asked his voice a husky whisper on the back of the Norwegian's neck, fuck he sounded so hot… He shivered and leaned back slightly against the Dane's hard, broad chest.
"T-To bed," he answered he couldn't help the way his voice quivered, his lover's body heat was rolling off of him and wrapping around the Norwegian like a delicious blanket.
Matthias hummed pressing the front of his Norge's body against the door with his own. "Can I join you~?" he asked pressing feather light kisses at the nape of his neck and sucking on the soft spot between neck and shoulder, he rubbed his body against Lukas's who stood panting and arching.
Why was he turned on so fast? Damn it. "Did you slip something in my drink?" he moaned feeling the bulge in the Dane's pants against his ass. Looks like he wasn't the only one who got turned on easily.
He chuckled, "Nope. But I was thinking about it, why?"
The Norwegian shook his head, "No reason." He gasped when he felt a hand grope his member, already half hard from all the rubbing. Matthias palmed him almost violently and he jerked his hips up, practically humping the hand. "Oh God…" he groaned his head falling back against the taller male's shoulder, "Bedroom. Now. Before Emil sees. Again."
Matthias let out a strangled chuckle, spinning the smaller male around and pushing their lips together. He heard a pleased noise escape Lukas's throat as their tongues twisted around each other in a violent competition for dominance. Eventually the latter gave in, letting the Dane abuse his mouth as slender arms encircled his broad shoulders. When they parted they were both panting, lust blowing their pupils wide. "Gud, du er så pokkers uimodståelig," (God, you're so damn irresistible) he groaned before attacking the flawless, creamy skin of his neck.
His mouth gaped in appreciation, his hands scrambling for the door knob. When he finally found it and twisted it, he was mewling with one hand tugging at the back of the taller male's messy hair. Lukas could already feel the hickey forming, his pants getting painfully tight and they both tumbled through the bedroom door. It shut and locked with a loud slam and a quiet click.
Their hands were immediately on each other's bodies, pulling at their clothes.
Lukas was more violent, ripping off the Dane's red t-shirt and possibly popping a few seams. Matthias on the other hand struggled to free his love of the dark blue button up, his hands were shaking but he didn't want to rip it off and pop any buttons in the process. It was Lukas's favorite shirt. Finally, he got it off and the small blonde shrugged it off while the Dane removed his faded jeans and worn, white sneakers. Before the Norwegian could unbutton his black skinny jeans, however, Matthias caught both of his wrists in his hand and tossed him onto the bed.
"Wha-?"
"This is gonna go my way tonight, elsker~" Matthias growled stalking towards him like a tiger until his body was completely pinned beneath the spiky haired male's, completely at his mercy. Usually he let Lukas control the pace but, apparently, tonight they were going to try something new.
Lukas gulped, "W-What does that m-mean?" Fuck, he really had no idea what he was going to do. He really hoped it wasn't any BDSM shit that the German brothers –or so the rumor said –liked.
Handcuffs? Yes.
Toys? Fine.
Whips and crops? Hell no!
A wicked smirk almost cracked the Dane's face in half as he leaned down and kissed his lover's neck, tongue swirling at his pulse point and teeth scraping against the column. "Hmm~ you taste so good Norgie," he murmured kissing up his neck to his ear. He licked the shell, nipping the lobe before blowing on it and repeating the process.
Lukas mewled, having secretly loved the nickname ever since it had been given to him. The name always brought him pleasure, excited him, because it was a way to let everyone indirectly know that he was Matthias's and Matthias was –without a doubt –his. He arched up so that their bare chests could brush, smirking when he heard the other male gasp.
"No…no…we…we're gonna go slow tonight Lukas," he rasped pushing his lover down and straddling his legs, "Trust me, kay? I'll make you feel so good, min søde."
Hesitantly, the Norwegian nodded. Usually it was rough and fast, a good couple rounds squeezed in before they collapsed from exhaustion. Or got a cramp. Whichever came first. He did trust Matthias though; the obnoxious man wouldn't knowingly hurt him. The Dane was his protector, his personal skytsengel, after all. His guardian angel.
With gentle, efficient fingers Matthias slid the Nordic cross clip out of his hair and placed it on the night stand. He then began to slowly push their lips together. They started out as light, closed mouth kisses that eventually got deeper until their tongues were slowly, sensually caressing each other. Lukas reached up to entwine his fingers in the Dane's locks, enjoying the tender affection that Matthias put in the gentle strokes and small touches. The fingertips that were caressing his sides, the little nips that were lazily placed along his trachea, the way his nose brushed against his jaw and his breath across his cheek. The way his hands massaged the small of his back as Matthias sucked his collar bone, moving down to his nipples, there he lavished them with deliberate attention.
It was so beautiful, it really was. Matthias showed his love through every movement; even when he teased him by tickling his ribs briefly –he would never admit that he had giggled a very feminine giggling. Making love was an art form to Matthias, something he had stopped doing with just anyone, something that they could share together.
It was too much, his love was too much.
"Lukas? Hvad er der galt?" (What's wrong?)
Matthias looked up from where he was at the hem of the Norwegian's skinny jeans and saw his love crying for the second –or was it the third? –time that night. Looking shocked, Lukas wiped away the salty droplets before cupping his jaw and kissing him tenderly.
"I-I just love you so much, Matthias. Jeg elsker deg, jeg beklager jeg ikke si det nok," (I love you, I'm sorry I don't say it enough) he murmured with a rueful smile.
He grabbed Lukas on either side of his head, pressing their lips more firmly against each other. "This is a new start, a new beginning for us," he said brushing aside the smaller male's bangs; he didn't bother to offer a comforting lie. That wouldn't help at this point because they both knew Lukas was right.
Lukas nodded pressing his lips against Matthias's over and over again, wrapping his arms around his neck and holding him close. I love him so much. It hurts. It scares me. I want to run away but I can't. Being without him would hurt more than being with him.
The Dane removed Lukas's jeans and boxers so their hot bodies were pressing flush to flush, naked skin to naked skin. His tongue darted into his mouth for the slow dance that they were both quickly getting accustomed to as he reached in the night stand drawer for their bottle of vanilla scented lube. He covered his fingers in the gel, pulling away to breathe and pressing their foreheads together. "Ready?"
"Ja, jeg elsker," (Yes, love) Lukas whispered cupping the larger male's neck and rubbing circles into the soft tissue with his thumbs. Matthias
slipped one finger in easily, moving it back and forth, wiggling it around a bit before adding a second finger. He felt a slight sting and tried not to scrunch up his nose in discomfort, failing more than slightly.
Matthias saw his failed attempts at hiding his discomfort and grinned. He kissed his nose, his soft pink lips, his neck, his shoulder until he felt the young male relax and arching into his touch. Only then did he add the third and final finger, scissoring and curling his fingers up.
He knew he found that amazing bundle of nerves when Lukas gasped and moaned. "Der Matthias, vennligst ta det~" (There, Matthias, please touch there) he whined nails digging into the bulk of his biceps. It was like he was looking at the sun directly; pleasure a blinding white heat in his veins. He moaned as that spot was, again, caressed.
After caressing his prostate a couple more times, he retracted his fingers. Matthias couldn't help but chuckle at Lukas's high pitched whine. "Jeg elsker dig," (I love you) he mumbled sucking on his adams apple as he thrust deep into his entrance.
The pace started off slow, steady and consisted of long, dragged out thrusts. Matthias savored his tight heat, nuzzling into his neck as he panted and his muscles twitched in restraint
"Ma…Matthias~" Lukas keened scrapping his nails down his back and thrusting up his hips, "Faster, please, faster."
The last of his control, the resolve to make it last, was crushed and he quickly pulled out and slammed back in. His member hit his prostate, ripping a strangled scream from his small lover's throat.
"Fucking shit! Der Matthias, oh faen, du er en gud," (There, Matthias, oh fuck, you're a god) he cried arching his back and trying to angle his body to ensure that his sweet spot was hit every time.
"Damn it, Norgie, you're so tight~" the Dane purred his thrusting getting more desperate and uneven, "Kom til mig, behage, min kærlighed." (Come for me, please, my love)
It was only a few moments later that Lukas's walls clamped around him and he came, moaning and keening. That tight, damp heat around his member sucked him in impossible deep and he came. His seed shot deep inside the Norwegian, filling him to the brim with hot, sticky fluid.
They lay beside each other as they tried to catch their breaths, Matthias having pulled out before collapsing to the left and on his stomach. Lukas regained his breath a lot faster and he rolled onto his side, cum dripping down his thigh and leg. "Matthias~" he whined kissing the Dane between the shoulder blades and walking his fingers along his spine, "Can you clean up, please? I feel so dirty~."
He smiled. That was Norgie's "I want something from you because I'm sex dazed and too tired to yell at you" voice. " 'Course, babe," Matthias chuckled getting up to fetch a washcloth from the bathroom connected to their bedroom. After a couple minutes everything was cleaned up and he slid beneath the blankets, helping Lukas get under them too.
Lukas always felt the need to be close to his boyfriend after their love making and tonight was no different; perhaps that need had even increased. As soon as he was under the blankets he cuddled up to the taller male's side, buried his nose on the side of his pectoral and placed his hand above Matthias's steadily beating heart.
"You're so beautiful."
"Hm~" Lukas hummed tangling up their legs and enjoying the way the Dane's hand was starting to comb through his long, sweaty hair, "You're pretty too."
Matthias laughed, sliding the cross clip back in so that his lover wouldn't have all that hair in his face. "Lukas?"
"Hm?"
"I got something to ask you."
"Ask away."
"W-Well…" he started rubbing circles into his back and holding him close and closer still, "There was a reason that I wanted to go out to dinner tonight but…I never…really got around to it."
Lukas raised his head to look at his lover curiously. "Oh?" he asked raising an eyebrow, "And what might that be?"
Matthias gulped, sliding out of the bed towards their discarded clothes, "Just wait there a sec."
Lukas sat up, making sure that the blankets were sufficiently covering his lower half, and watched as the Dane fiddled with his jeans.
"Lukas, I love you more than anything. I breathe you, need you, live for you," he started taking a deep breath; he pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans and hid it behind his back. He took a couple steps until he was right in front of the Norwegian who looked up at him confused. "You are the best thing that could've ever happened to me. And…and I know that I can be annoying and selfish sometimes but I really do love you, Norgie."
"Matthias, you don't have to tell me-."
"Yes I do," he replied nodding his head firmly, the most serious Lukas had ever seen him, "I would let you abuse me, hit me, yell at me, burn me, maim me. Hell, you could do anything you wanted to me as long as you let me hug you and kiss you, laugh with you and see you smile at me like…like I'm the sun, the moon and the stars. Norgie, Lukas, please, please, please, do me the honor" –he dropped down to one knee and held out a box with a ring in it –"and humble me by being my husband?"
BUM BUM BAAAAAAAAAAAAA
CLIFF HANGER SUCKAS
Well…I don't know how I did with that sex scene….
I hope I did ok and everyone understood the fluff involved in the making of that smut.
Oh BY THE BY I would love everyone to put in the comments/reviews what they think Norway's reaction will be in the next chapter~! I wanna see how predictable I am.
Anyways I'll see y'all laters, eh?
~kitty