In the twenty minutes I have before this meeting…some quick and purple prose pronz….
One, two, three, four, five—Denmark slips his fingers between Norway’s knuckles, presses joined hands on messy sheets as Norway’s body opens up for him like a book. Denmark reads all his favorite lines in the sharp points of Norway’s hips against the press of his stomach as he fucks his way inside with shallow little dips and rolls until Norway’s ready to turn the page. Norway’s body speaks to him in volumes, soft skin sticky with the beginnings of a good sweat from an even better screw, the way his eyes can’t seem to decide if they want to stay open or closed, the way his fingers tighten around Denmark’s palm just like the clench of his ass around Denmark’s cock. Norway’s head thrashes back and forth and back and forth against the sheets, neck straining up for the scrape of Denmark’s teeth, for all the words Denmark wants to tattoo on Norway’s skin. He bookmarks Norway’s body with kisses and bites as pointed as the nails Norway digs into the back of his hand in the hopes that later they can look at the notes they took on each other’s skin and remember all the ways they’ve loved one another.
He likes the subtext in the quiver of Norway’s thighs around his back as he crawls over Norway’s chest and kisses him. Denmark takes their hands, stretches their arms above the sunshine spread of Norway’s hair and draws the breath from Norway’s throat into his own, swallows moans and curses and sighs until they’re as tangled up in his mouth as the knot of Norway’s legs around his waist. There are verses in the arch of Norway’s back, exposition in the hollow of his knees, and resolution in his kiss. Norway’s mouth is a hot, angry red against the wet slide of Denmark’s lips, more of an exhalation than a kiss at this point, when they’re skipping whole chapters because the climax of their drama has always been so irresistible.
And though he knows their story like the back of his scratched hand, knows the ins and outs of their every plot twist, Denmark keeps his eyes open, holds Norway close, and looks forward to the end.