Title: Abhored Sensation
Pairing: DenNor
Summary: Norge feels a lot of things when he is touched by him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. All that credit goes to HimaPapa.
Notes: This has been collecting dust in my laptop for MONTHS and so I decided to fix that and post it.

I apologize for the quality of this fic.

The feeling of fingers against his warm skin was just about too much to handle. With every movement, his insides sparked; the tingling spread all throughout his body, filling his chest with so much excitement, he thought he was going to explode.

That familiar pair of lips brushed themselves over his jawline. Hot breath traveled over to his ear, letting out a husky voice.

"Norge."

It was that voice that sent a feeling, unable to be disliked, rolling up and down his spine in pleasurable waves.

On impulse, he reached to tangle his fingers in the other's messy hair, forcing their lips together. Tongues mingled, teeth clashed- the curious thought as to whether or not teeth could get chipped in these kinds of situations came and passed through his mind, disappearing for however long it would take for him to remember again.

Knees pushed his legs apart, preparing to make a home out of the spot between his legs.

A finger tugged at his belt.

'Idiot. How will I get my pants off in this position?'

As if realizing the problem, the other let out a curse from under his breath, burying his face at the crook of his neck.

He felt the wetness of the other's tongue suddenly tracing itself over his collar bone, down his chest- right before catching a nipple.

More of those sensations he enjoyed and disliked burst from within his body, just from that one touch. Lips moved themselves against his skin, every touch making him feel as if he were on fire.

"Bror, stop teasing." he hated begging like this. He hated being taken control of, especially by this guy. He hated how, when he was touched like this, he would suddenly be like this at the hands of that man.

"I can't help it, Norge, you're just so cute right now."

He hated being called cute, but he loved it when that guy said it.

Their lips meshed together once again, as rough as it had been before.

And...

And he...

"Hate you, Bror," He breathed into the kiss. The other took his hands, entertwining their fingers as he went on, "Hate you... so much..."

The other chuckled knowingly, a bit hurt, but at the same time not, nipping at that favorite spot of his at the crook of his shoulder.

"I know."

End

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