Midnight Sun

Sweden x Denmark

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It was summer solstice, and Denmark was over at Sweden's house, hoping to see a midnight sun. It was well past nine, and the sun was still above it's watery horizon.

"Hey, Sve?"

"Wh't?"

"How long do we have to wait to know it won't set?"

" 'Nt'll ab't tw'."

"Awww..."

The two sat on the sandy shore of Sweden's lake and watched the sky become a rich red as the sun dips lower and lower.

"Can I go take a nap? This is taking forever!"

"Y'p. 'T'll b' ab't f'r h'rs."

Denmark trotted back inside Sweden's cabin, leaving him outside on the lake shore.

Sweden sat there a long time, staring at the crimson water, missing the Dane's company. He thought about his country's finances, and how his alliances were doing. Sweden's mind was always working, always trying to help a greater good.

Eventually, Sweden got up and walked over to a pine tree. He pulled a small carving knife and started whittling a figure into the trunk. It reads:

B + M

Just realizing it for the first time for what it was, Sweden tucked the knife away and went to seek out the Dane in the darkening light of a midnight sun.

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Denmark was undressing by firelight in one of Sweden's guest rooms when he noticed Sweden sitting alone on the beach. Thinking nothing of it, he proceeded to get into a plush bed for his nap.

Denmark's mind wandered from subject to subject, thinking about his next product, Sweden, his job, Sweden showering, his countries finances, the swede who was currently grinding their hips together, hi-

Wait. What?!?!

Denmark snapped out of his doze, the sudden friction bringing two heads to attention. Sweden had silently entered the room, taken off most of his clothes, AND straddled Denmark, all without the Dane noticing.

"Mmm.... When did you get here?"

"F've m'nut's 'go."

"Ahhh... Ngh! Mmmm... How d-do you know h-how to -Ah!- do t-this so w-well..?"

"T'no."

"Annnhhh.... Well h-he won't be n-needed anym-more..."

"N'. I d'nt th'k so."

A bright red blush is spread across Sweden's face, and Denmark has a sheen of sweat covering his forehead from the grinding.

Denmark reached up to Sweden's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Tongues dancing, Sweden laid down on top of Denmark, nestling his hips between the Dane's legs. Denmark reached down to Sweden's undershirt and started pulling it up and off. Sweden complied and quickly rid himself and Denmark of their shirts.

Both left in only boxers, Sweden went up and nibbled Denmark's ear. Denmark whimpered and tried to get some friction, but to no avail. Sweden, enjoying putting Denmark through the paces, started biting and sucking on his neck in various places, leaving love bites and hickeys everywhere.

Slowly working south, Sweden nibbled Denmark all over his chest and stomach. Denmark mewled at every nip. With his hands busy caressing Denmark's chest, Sweden grabbed the hem of Denmark's boxers with his teeth and slid his tongue under, causing Denmark to moan at how close Sweden was to his throbbing member.

Swiping off Denmark's boxers with practiced ease, Sweden dipped down to Denmark's erect manhood and started sucking the tip.

"Mmm.... Haaah... S-Sve.... S-So good.."

Craving more, Denmark bucked his hips, thrusting into Sweden's mouth. The larger country got the message and took all of Denmark's erection in his mouth, grazing his teeth on it while bobbing his head up and down.

Denmark twined his hands in Sweden's ashen blonde locks and helped him out. Feeling a steady fire pooling in his nether regions, Denmark increased Sweden's pace.

"S-Sve! I'm g-gonna..."

Moaning loudly, Denmark released his load into Sweden's mouth, and Sweden swallowed the sticky mess.

"Mmmm.... That was good..."

"D'nt y'u d're f'll asl'p on m'. I st'll h've an iss'e."

Sweden presented Denmark with his fingers, which Denmark sucked on obediently. Having nothing else to do for a moment, Sweden went up and nibbled on Denmark's nipple, earning a muffled whimper.

Taking his fingers back, Sweden traveled back down and inserted a finger into the Dane.

"Sve..."

Inserting another, Sweden started scissoring, causing tears to bead up in Denmark's eyes. After a minute, Sweden added a third finger, making tears run down Denmark's face in silent pain.

Starting to scissor again, Sweden pushed Denmark's legs well apart while Denmark whimpered in pain and pleasure. The normally stoic blonde, Denmark noted, was showing intense impatience and discomfort.

"Sve... Get on with it..."

"Y'p."

Whipping off his boxers, Sweden quickly nestled between Denmark's legs again. Positioning himself at Denmark's entrance, Sweden looked at him for permission. Giving a small nod, Denmark braced himself.

Sweden entered Denmark gently, but even so the smaller country still cried silently.

Sweden bent down, kissed Denmark's tears away, and whispered Swedish nothings into the dane's ear. After a moment, Denmark whimpered in pleasure and bucked his hips, trying to get more.

Sweden started thrusting slowly, eliciting drawn out groans from both himself and the Dane.

Denmark gripped the sheets and moaned incandescently for more. Complying, Sweden thrust harder, faster, and deeper.

Denmark screamed as Sweden found his sweet spot. Continuing to ram into it, Sweden started jerking the Dane off, effectively pushing him over the edge.

Denmark arched his back in pleasure, hot seed spilling onto his stomach. Feeling Denmark's muscles clamp down on his length, Sweden grunted and released inside Denmark, cum spilling out.

Sweden laid down and maneuvered himself under the sleepy Dane. Once in position, Sweden began to pull out of Denmark, but Denmark stopped him short.

And so, the two new lovers fell asleep, tangled in body and soul, under the light of a midnight sun.