Author's note: Tumblr prompt (cnutsweynsson): « DenNor but with Norway thinking of someone else (sweden) but he's trying really hard to only think of den :3c »

A Wandering Mind

Lukas's face presses further into the pillow, Christen by now ramming into his ass furiously. The Dane is almost always demanding in bed, coming home enraged and only being calmed once he's had his way with his Norwegian counterpart. He fucks him hard and he fucks him raw and Lukas never complains because part of him loves when they do this and the rest of him knows his wandering mind will help him enjoy it even more.

Because as Christen thrusts into him furiously, dropping a hand down to stroke the other man's cock, Lukas's mind goes to a tall Swede with eyes like the sea and skin like snow. He imagines it's Berwald taking him from behind because with Berwald it's incredible; Christen is good but the Swedish man just knows how to really wind Lukas up, how to tease the slit on the head of his cock, how to work his balls, how to angle himself to hit that spot deep inside that makes him see stars.

He moans wantonly as the Dane presses his chest into the Norwegian back, but now despite Lukas trying to focus on Christen all he can imagine is Berwald: those broad shoulders, that long torso, the way his muscles flex when his whole body moves. He loves the Danish nation, he truly believes he does, but he's had a taste of Berwald too and the Swede has become a drug he simply can't resist.

"Come for me," the man whispers in his hear, biting at Lukas's earlobe, but his voice isn't deep enough or rough enough to be Berwald's. "I want you to come hard all over the bed, because I made you feel so fucking incredible."

That hand feels too good on his cock and Christen feels too good inside him, Lukas burying his face in the pillow to scream Berwald's name without being heard. His mind is still hazy from his orgasm when Christen comes too before pulling out and laying on one side of the bed; the Norwegian falls to the other.

A hand reaches out to stroke his face, Lukas pushing it away. "I know where those fingers have been, stop it."

"Come on," Christen sighs with that stupid smile of his that looks so fucking good on his face that it makes Lukas want to slam him against the floor and kiss him till he bleeds. "Admit it, no one does you like I do."

"Something like that," the Norwegian mutters.