Title:Tonight

Pairing:Sealand/Latvia (Peter Kirkland/Raivis Galante)

Rating:M

Warnings:Shota, underage

Fandom:Axis Powers Hetalia

Summary:Flustured Latvia and impressed with himself Sealand, PWP

Notes: Fill for a request on the kink meme

Latvia is thoroughly embarrassed.

He can't even tell how they'd gotten into that situation in the first place, it completely escaped him. One moment they had been getting changed, getting ready to go to sleep - something perfectly innocent, sleeping together like they had many times before - and the next they were like this.

Sealand.

Lying on his back, spread-eagle, with his fingers in…His fingers in there, somewhere unmentionable, especially for someone of his age. His cheeks splattered with color, eyes half-lidded with such a sinful expression that Latvia knew that, should he die right now, he'd go right to the deepest pits of hell for enjoying it so much. A question of how the younger boy knows so much about what he's doing fleetingly enters his mind, but the overwhelming pleasure stops it from lingering.

Himself.

Fingers wrapped around his length, slowly stroking from tip to base and then quickly back down again, creating an uneven rhythm that's enough to feel so good, but not enough to push him over the edge. His cheeks match, if not rival the shade of red that is on Sealand's as the younger boy whimpers and spreads his fingers inside himself, slick with cold lubricating gel that's rapidly warming up to match his internal temperature.

There's a slight smirk on Peter's lips; Raivis can't tell why. Is he impressed with himself for bringing his friend to this point despite all his initial reluctance? We can't. Really. Y-you're too young, it's not r-ah! echoes in both of their heads, the sound of Latvia protesting and being cut off by the other's small (but so unbelievably right) fingers touching him through the fabric of his underpants.

All of a sudden, his mouth is too dry, lips feeling like old papyrus binding together the pages of some hieroglyph-filled books. His tongue darts out to wet them, and he sees the sprawling figure on the bed shiver ever-so-slightly at the motion. He looks more comfortable now, evidently getting used to the feeling of having something inside him.

That's good. Raivis doesn't think he's able to hold out much longer, completely lost in the moment. While he's content to watch, he'd prefer to feel the other wrapped around him.

"Raivis…" It's barely more than a whisper, yet it's loud and clear to him. Shaking slightly - if he wasn't so focused on his best friend, he'd wonder why he was still shaking when he didn't feel scared in the slightest - he reaches down to squeeze some lubricant onto his hardness and spread it thoroughly. "Ah!" Sealand's startled gasp gives away that he'd found that bundle of nerves and he moans as he presses his fingers against it again. When his spare hand comes to scramble at the sheets, desperately trying to grip them with sweaty fingers, Latvia's resolve breaks.

"I can't- I n-need to-" He's having trouble forming complete sentences as he moves forward to position himself near the other's entrance, easing the bright-eyed boy's hands out of the way.

Latvia pushes in inch by inch, focusing on nothing but Sealand. It's all them in this moment. Tomorrow they will have their own worries; the former about his economy and the latter about becoming recognized, but for now all they need to focus on is each other.