I'm an ESL writer who focuses primarily on the Hetalia anime. I'll try to upload my one shots from my AO3 account on Tumblr, and possibly write more to cross post.
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Prompts in text form for screen readers:
- Day 1: at first sight
- Day 2: sparks flying
- Day 3: proposal
- Day 4: secret crush
- Day 5: unrequited
- Day 6: butterflies
- Day 7: sleeping over
- Day 8: gone sour
- Day 9: bouquet
- Day 10: cupid’s bow
- Day 11: pillows
- Day 12: lost love
- Day 13: candy/chocolate
- Day 14: booty call
- Day 15: heels
- Day 16: breakup
- Day 17: third date
- Day 18: closet
- Day 19: pining
- Day 20: forget-me-not
- Day 21: second chance
- Day 22: loveseat
- Day 23: single
- Day 24: honeymoon
- Day 25: lover’s spat
- Day 26: kiss goodbye
- Day 27: heart-shaped
- Day 28: blind date
- Day 29: it’s complicated
- Day 30: last chance
Summary: It's a warm day outside, but Tino and Berwald want to turn up the temperature even more.
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Tino’s breath hitched when Berwald’s lips found the base of his neck.
It was surprising how quickly the mood could shift when he was with Berwald. One moment, they were walking hand-in-hand to their car, a satisfying evening date behind them; the next, Tino was being pressed against the wall of an alley with Berwald’s lips trying to map every inch of his neck.
Not that he was complaining.
Tino tilted his neck to allow Berwald to reach more of his skin.
The night was warm and quiet. The only sounds that dared to break the silence were the honk of a car in the distance and Tino’s laboured breathing. It was late, so the deserted streets were no surprise, especially since they had walked some way from the only open place in the area.
Tino peered at Berwald, though he could barely make out his shape in the dim light cast by the lamppost at the far end of the narrow alley. He pressed a kiss to Berwald’s temple.
Tino couldn’t see Berwald, but he could feel him. Berwald's hands roamed everywhere on Tino, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling at his hips, exploring his body through Tino’s thin summer clothes.
Tino could barely keep his hands to himself, either. One hand tangled in Berwald’s hair, guiding him along the sensitive skin of his neck, urging him to push down the collar of his shirt to reach lower. The other on Berwald's back; Tino's hands were just as much of a lively presence against Berwald's clothes.
Their bodies were pressed together, almost as if Berwald wanted to merge into the dark brick wall behind Tino, their chests rising and falling in rhythm against each other. The heat radiating from Berwald made Tino’s head spin. The air was already stifling, but there was something so satisfying about feeling the warmth coming off Berwald that made up for the discomfort and turned into something quite pleasant instead.
Tino hummed when Berwald’s teeth scraped against his collarbone. The teasing was driving him crazy; maybe it was time to drive Berwald to the same point.
Tino's fingers glided over Berwald's crotch, light touches meant to find the metal of the zipper; as it turned out, his hand had not been as discreet as he'd hoped.
Berwald gasped, the sudden intake of air sending shivers down Tino’s spine.
“Tino…” Berwald’s voice was a warning only on the surface. Tino knew him well enough to know that he wanted him to go on. The exposed position had only made him a bit shy.
“Nobody's around,” Tino protested, his fingers closing around the zipper and tugging it down. “So?”
Berwald grunted and resumed the delicate task of tasting every inch of Tino’s exposed, or otherwise accessible, skin. To Tino, that was as good as a giant green light flashing over Berwald's head.
He pulled the zipper down the rest of the way, and he wasn't surprised to find a bulge already waiting for him, straining against Berwald's underwear. Tino freed Berwald from that last layer of fabric.
His hand moved lightly around Berwald’s length at first, but picked up the pace as he felt Berwald's breathing hasten, his hand squeezing Tino's side in reaction with the swaying of his hand.
The air huffed out of Berwald’s mouth and nose in rough breaths, and it tingled Tino’s neck, almost making him giggle. He was sure that, had his eyes been able to see Berwald more clearly, he would have been met with heavy eyes framed by a dark flush. Just thinking about that made his heart race, and other parts of his body yearn for Berwald.
Berwald seemed to grow more comfortable after his cock had been exposed to the open air. He pulled up Tino's shirt until his torso was in full view and then leaned down further to gain access to Tino’s now exposed chest. Tino squirmed when Berwald’s lips clamped around one of his nipples and unconsciously gave a sharp tug to Berwald's cock.
The man turned to look at him, the puzzlement impossible to hide even in the dark.
“Keep going,” Tino muttered under his breath, “you were doing so–” but he was cut off by Berwald's lips resuming their work on his chest.
Tino let his head fall back against the wall, his eyes closed and lips slightly ajar to allow him to gasp for air. As always, Berwald’s attention to his body felt so methodical, so precise, but at the same time so warm, Tino struggled to stop himself from throwing his arms around him and holding him close.
Of course, Tino could still remember to give something back. His fingers were still clasped around Berwald’s length, running from the tip to the base without pause, each time drawing a low groan from Berwald that got lost in the stream of wet noises produced by his mouth. It didn’t take much for Berwald’s hips to jerk, slightly, almost as if Berwald himself wasn’t aware of what he was doing, but Tino could feel it against the palm of his hand.
“Berwald,” Tino called, his voice hoarse, “do you want to…”
“Here?” Berwald questioned, but again, it was plain that he wasn’t actually debating Tino’s choice; he was merely confirming it.
Tino gave a nod. “Why not?”
Berwald tilted his head to face him for a moment, considering, then he hooked his hands around Tino’s hips and he spun him around. Tino’s forehead rested against the cold bricks of the wall, offering some relief from the warmth of his flushed face.
Berwald’s fingers made short work of Tino’s pants and underwear, both pooling at his knees as quickly as Berwald's fingers allowed.
Berwald placed his left hand on Tino’s waist, and Tino was quick to cover it with his own, his other arm cradling against the wall to support his forehead.
Tino’s ears picked up a wet sound coming from behind, quickly followed by the pressure of Berwald’s finger against his opening. The fingerpad was wet, most likely as a consequence of being pushed into Berwald’s mouth.
Tino shuddered in anticipation. He tensed only slightly when the finger was pushed gently, slowly, inside him, and quickly reminded himself to exhale to release the tension.
Tino’s forehead dropped back against the wall. Heat rolled through him like a wave, requiring him to lean on the wall to steady himself. Tino didn’t know whether it was a natural talent or if Berwald was particularly attentive to the small changes and reactions in Tino’s body, but the result was that the taller man could always make Tino melt with a few simple movements.
Berwald’s finger moved slowly, methodically, almost as if he was trying to explore all of Tino and would take great care not to miss an inch of his body, and it turned out, the inside wasn’t the only side of Tino that Berwald was determined to map. Now with easy access to the top of Tino's spine, Berwald’s lips traced gentle trails of kisses under Tino’s nape, causing Tino to shudder with a shivery breath.
Despite Tino’s previous remarks on the streets being deserted, he bit down on his lips to stifle the moans that would otherwise spill out of his mouth.
It didn’t take any prompting for Berwald to add a second finger. Two long digits moved carefully inside Tino now, but at the same time with determination, without holding back when it came to exploring deeper. A sudden jerk of those fingers and Tino failed to swallow a moan that echoed through the air. Berwald answered with a satisfied sigh, that sound in turn muffled against Tino’s skin, the taller man’s lips still grazing the base of his neck.
It was just too slow for Tino. He loved the attention and care that Berwald put into every movement, but sometimes he also wanted to hurry things along. With a light squeeze at the hand that Berwald had on his hip, he turned to glance back at Berwald. Tino’s head couldn’t crane that far, however, and the best he could manage was a glimpse of a vague shape at the edge of his vision.
“Berwald, it’s okay. I’m ready for…”
“Little more,” Berwald answered. His voice was low, thick with the same desire that Tino felt rattling in his brain. It didn’t match at all with the words that came out of his mouth.
“I promise, we can—”
But Tino was cut off again. Berwald’s hand left his side and quickly claimed Tino’s cock, Berwald’s arm half-embraced Tino while stretching to reach in front of him.
The warm pressure of Berwald’s hand stroking his cock, combined with the pleasant intrusion in his opening, succeeded in reducing Tino to silence. Saying that Tino hated the way Berwald always managed to quiet his complaints would have been a lie: he did pick some interesting methods to get his way. Still, Tino couldn’t forget that sense of urgency, but decided that he could indulge Berwald a little more. After all, Tino was the one getting the most out of the delay.
Tino hardly regretted his choice when Berwald pushed in a third finger, and it was all Tino could do to stay upright instead of slumping against Berwald or collapsing against the wall.
Not one to do things half-heartedly, Berwald’s other hand had not slowed down on Tino’s cock, and instead picked up the pace when Tino was already fighting to stay on his feet thanks to Berwald’s dancing so effectively inside of him.
“God…” Tino let out, unsure if he was keeping his voice low enough. What if he was being too loud? His boyfriend was so good at this that all the neighbourhood deserved to know.
Berwald, who had been all careful movements and slow progress so far, seemed to get animated by Tino’s unarticulated praise and allowed his hand to move more freely up and down Tino’s cock, making Tino shudder and moan more and more, almost as if reducing Tino to a mess was the whole point.
“Berwald…” Tino managed between moans. “Please…”
Tino didn’t want to come before he’d even felt Berwald inside him, and he was well on his way with how Berwald was handling him.
Berwald’s soft gasp was all the answer he got. A moment later, Berwald’s fingers slipped out, leaving an emptiness that made Tino wince.
Berwald took his time, possibly coating his cock with saliva before approaching Tino with it. Tino couldn’t say he loved the wait.
When Berwald’s tip touched Tino, it drew a gasp from the shorter man, his hips pushing back to invite Berwald to continue. A small, light kiss was placed on the back of Tino’s head before Berwald’s hips slid forward.
Just like Berwald had been with his fingers, his cock inched forward slowly, carefully. Tino shifted, accommodating the new, larger object inside him, and he could hear Berwald releasing a deep breath over his shoulder at each tiny movement.
When Berwald was sure Tino was comfortable, he started rolling his hips. It was gentle but deep, and Tino knew that Berwald would dare venture a little deeper with each thrust.
Now that one hand was free to wander on Tino, Berwald placed it on the shorter man’s hip, the other still on Tino’s cock, stroking him without urgency.
Never one for words, even under the circumstances, Tino had to make do with Berwald’s quiet groans that rose from behind him in time with Tino’s gasps and moans.
All of Berwald’s actions were soft and intimate, from the matching circles made by his hip and his thumb on Tino’s waist to the deliberate sweep of his wrist along Tino’s length. Berwald had moved closer, his chest now almost brushing against Tino’s back, which highlighted in Tino’s mind that feeling of intimacy.
“Berwald,” Tino called again, his voice breathy. “This is great, but...” he was interrupted by a slight jerk of Berwald’s hips.
“Should I stop?”
“No, just…” Tino strained again fruitlessly to peer over his shoulder: he couldn't twist his neck that far, and the dim light didn't provide enough illumination for him to make out much to begin with. Still, he needed Berwald in front of him. To look at him as best he could, touch him, and feel some of the connection he felt he was missing out on.
“Let me spin around,” Tino said eventually.
Berwald’s movement ceased, and Tino could feel Berwald thinking just as surely as if he had been talking to himself.
Carefully, Berwald pulled out and guided Tino to whirl around, his shoulders thudding back against the wall. When Tino leaned forward to meet Berwald’s lips, he didn’t find him there. Berwald had bent down, and soon Tino felt him pull at his shoes, and then at his pants and underwear, all of which quickly formed a small pile right next to them. Berwald had grown quite bold in a few minutes, from questioning if anyone would be around to stripping Tino half-naked.
When Berwald’s head was level again with Tino’s, he didn’t waste time claiming Berwald’s lips with his own, his arms slung around the other’s neck. He kissed Berwald deeply, heatedly, pulling him in until there was no space left between them.
Berwald’s hands also found Tino, but on his lower back, just under his shirt. Their lips still locked in a kiss, Tino could only gasp when he was hoisted off his feet, Berwald’s hands quickly sliding under his legs and bracing Tino against the wall.
Tino giggled. “Are you sure you can do it?”
Berwald’s voice came just a little strained, but determined enough that Tino knew better than to argue with him.
“Yes,” was Berwald’s only answer, before his head tilted back up to kiss Tino.
It was odd, kissing Berwald from a vantage point, but only in a way that made it more exciting. The warmth that spread throughout Tino's body with the kiss was tinged with the spark of something unusual. Tino’s hands sank into Berwald’s hair, combing with his fingers from the top of his head to his nape. There just wasn’t enough of Berwald for Tino to touch.
“Can I?” Berwald muttered eventually against Tino’s lips.
Tino nodded, eager. He held his breath, not sure if this new position would be more painful than pleasant at first. Maybe it was because Berwald lowered him so slowly, stopping when Tino gave a quiet gasp, but it didn’t feel painful. Maybe a bit uncomfortable, and even that faded away after a few seconds.
“It’s great,” Tino breathed out. Maybe he should have done it before, but it finally occurred to him to lock his ankles behind Berwald, trying to keep himself up, pressing his tights against the other. Berwald was keeping him up one way or the other, but at least his weight wasn’t all on Berwald’s arms.
When Berwald started to move, he kept Tino mostly still against the wall, while Berwald’s hips stuttered in small, quick jerks that didn’t allow him to reach deep. It was still enough to make Tino throw his head back and let out a loud, deep moan. Berwald took that as an invitation to make his strokes deeper, as he should have.
Tino no longer cared about swallowing his moans, and he could tell that Berwald’s regard for being quiet was almost forgotten as well.
Berwald's pace grew slower, but he pushed deeper, lifting Tino up just slightly with the movement.
Pleasure flooded inside Tino. He found himself clutching his arms tighter around Berwald's shoulders, and he didn't know whether that was to keep himself up or because of the growing heat in his body.
Berwald answered by tilting his head and kissing Tino’s arm. Tino would melt every time Berwald did something like that, so naturally, without thinking, but so sweetly, but not at the moment. There wasn’t much room in Tino’s mind for anything but the blinding sensation coming from his lower body, the warmth spreading from it.
He could feel his own cock twitch, and cursed mentally the fact that he couldn’t spare a hand to take care of it. Not that he needed much more than what Berwald’s own cock was providing.
Berwald could probably keep up for a while longer, but Tino doubted it would be a lot longer. Berwald’s fingers had begun digging into the flesh of his thighs as he struggled to keep Tino propped up, his breath coming laboured in short pants, not entirely due to the pleasant activity.
Tino’s shirt had hiked up behind his back, allowing the wall to scrape at him at every thrust. Now it wasn’t any longer just the natural consequence of Tino moving with Berwald’s body, but it was the strength of Berwald's hips bucking into Tino that caused him to bounce on Berwald’s cock.
For the little freedom of movement that the position allowed him, Tino moved back against Berwald as much as he could, seeking him out, once again thinking that there wasn’t enough Berwald for his liking. But it was all a lot, and Tino could feel himself inching closer to release.
He didn’t want to end it yet, but maybe it was for the best. Now Berwald’s heavy breathing came with a slight shaking of his arms, and Tino couldn’t tell himself it was just because of the pleasant friction of his cock.
“Be–Berwald…” he breathed out, “I am…”
Berwald cut him off again with a kiss, and his lips were sealed just as he was about to cry out from the wave washing over him. He tensed up, his tights closing tighter around Berwald and his hands fisting the fabric of the man’s shirt. Berwald didn’t let up, his hips providing a steady source of stimulation as Tino rose on his high and then started to come down.
Only when he knew he was done did Berwald break the kiss.
“I’m sorry.” After all that effort, it was a shame Tino had come before Berwald.
Berwald just shugged before letting Tino gently down. His legs trembled, and he wasn’t sure he could keep himself on his feet just yet. In a smooth motion, Tino sank to his knees, pretending that it had been his plan all along. After all, there was some work to be done. Not that it would be a long work, as he found out to his disappointment.
Berwald himself was already on the edge of coming himself, so much so that he trembled when Tino’s hand closed around his length. Even trying to draw out the moment, Berwald was breathing in short, sharp breaths before long.
“Tino…” he mumbled under his breath, a hand reaching blindly for the other’s shoulder. Since Tino could spare one hand, he raised it to meet Berwald’s, their fingers laced over Tino's shoulder, as the other worked Berwald into a tremble. Berwald groaned and repeated Tino’s name as the only warning before a string of thick, white liquid flew out of his cock. Gently moving his hand back and forth until the last drop was on the ground, Tino saw that Berwald was completely done before getting back to his feet.
The taller man was leaning with a shoulder against the wall, his eyes closed and his breath still heavy. Tino, on his end, had basically recovered.
Tino’s eyes had lingered on Berwald for a while, trying to make out as many details as possible in the dark, when a breeze reminded him that he was still half naked.
He fumbled in the dark to find his clothes and covered up again, and when he returned his eyes to Berwald, the other was standing on his own and likely fully covered as well.
A fond smile tugged at Tino’s lips as he slung his arms around Berwald’s neck, his head resting on his shoulder. “How are you so good?”
Berwald sniffed, maybe assuming it was just flattery.
“I love you,” were the only words that Tino heard before Berwald’s hand touched his cheek. His voice was quiet, almost as if Tino wasn’t supposed to hear. But he heard, and his face flushed red.
“I love you, too,” Tino answered, holding Berwald tighter. They would need to move out of the alley to reach their car, but not now. Tino wanted to feel Berwald in his arms, and Berwald's arms around him. Everything else could wait.
Summary: Tino and Berwald decide to celebrate their anniversary on the shore of the lake that brought them together. The wind is cold, but they know how to warm each other up in the night.
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Tino glanced at the blanket at his feet and decided that they really hadn’t thought this through. The fabric was rough, and it would have probably felt scratchy against their skin. The blanket’s corners were flapping in the wind, which had definitely picked up since they had organised their outing in the morning.
“You’re cold?” Berwald’s voice was clear despite the wind blowing in Tino’s ears.
The man shook his head. “It’s just windy. I am fine,” Tino assured. He wasn’t lying: the weather wasn’t exactly as he had envisioned it, but it wasn’t so cold that they needed to cancel their plans. Rough fabric, windy weather—it didn’t matter. Tino was happy to be there, nonetheless.
He turned to look at his boyfriend. Berwald had taken care to park their car at the end of the narrow path that led to the lake, a path that ended a few minutes' walk beyond the trees that grew behind them. It was an isolated road, and the shore was shielded from both sides, and from behind, by a thick forest. Nobody should have been able to see them, unless the other party was sailing on the smooth water surface in front of them. And yet, the possibility that someone could be on a boat that late at night, or that another couple happened to have the same idea as them and showed up at the shore, only added some excitement to the night.
“And I’ll have you to warm me up…” Tino’s arms wrapped around Berwald’s middle, bringing their bodies together in a tight embrace. It was hard to see Berwald’s expression since the moon was the only source of light in their little corner of the lake, but it looked like Berwald was wearing a rare, even though small, smile on his lips.
Berwald moved Tino’s hair to the side, making sure it wasn’t in the way when he brought their faces close to kiss him. Kissing Berwald was always sweet for Tino, and that time was no different. He couldn’t help but giggle when they parted: after all, with that warm and fuzzy feeling that boiled in his chest every time Berwald was close, how could he think he’d be cold during the night?
“Nervous?” Berwald’s breath was warm, tickling his cheek. Tino shook his head.
“I mean, that’s part of the idea. Besides, it was my suggestion to come out here.” Tino looked at the lake. It was beautiful. It would have been hard to find a more romantic spot in town and, for all their talk of both sailing ships and hikers walking in on them, it was also off the beaten path. They would not get any visitors…much as it was exciting to imagine otherwise during their planning.
That day marked their first anniversary since they’d started seeing each other. It was pretty special, so Tino had decided to give a more romantic spin to Berwald’s plans to go for a picnic by the same lake where they’d met each other.
“Come here,” Tino broke their embrace and got to the ground, cross-legged in the middle of the blanket. He was getting used to the wind blowing in his face, but some thick clouds had started gathering in the sky, covering the moon and making it harder to see Berwald’s face in the dark.
Berwald dropped to the ground with a light tud and soon after his head was on Tino’s shoulder. He was definitely a man of few words, but Tino never failed to feel all the love and appreciation that Berwald seemed to radiate for him.
“It’s so nice here…” Tino sighed. His hand found Berwald’s, and he laced their fingers together. Berwald’s skin was so warm, even in the cold night air, giving Tino one extra reason to hold hands with him.
Berwald nodded his agreement, his head shifting on Tino’s shoulder.
Admiring the view and sitting in the cold wind was nice and all, but they didn’t come all that way to squint at a lake they could barely make out.
Tino tugged at Berwald’s hand to get his attention. “Are you going to kiss me, or are we just going to stare at the lake?”
“It’s a nice lake.” Still, Berwald's body moved, and he turned to face Tino. “You’re gorgeous.”
“You can barely see me,” Tino protested.
“You’re gorgeous all the time.” Berwald pointed out, then his hands moved to cup both of Tino’s cheeks.
It was hard not to smile when Berwald was being so romantic, even though Tino didn’t want to look like a giggling teenager on his first date. Well, that was how he felt every time he was on a date with Berwald, and it was part of the reason he loved the man.
The kiss was slow at first, with Tino leaning forward to lock lips with Berwald. Neither of them seemed to feel the urgency to speed things up, or deepen the kiss immediately. They both knew they had all the time, that night, to enjoy a kiss at their own pace.
Tino wrapped his arms around Berwald’s neck, bringing him close, their chests pressed together.
When they finally parted, Tino didn’t feel the bite of the cold wind on his cheeks as strongly as he had before: on the contrary, it was as if he had put his face in front of a fireplace and let it warm up for hours.
In the little that remained of the moonlight, Tino caught a small smile blooming on Berwald’s face as they caught their breath. “You know, you are gorgeous, too. I thought it was obvious.”
“Mh…” Berwald moved his hands from Tino's face, placing one on the small of Tino’s back. Tino welcomed the guidance of Berwald’s arms that led him towards the blanket, lying down with a full view of the clouds that were now covering the night sky.
Berwald was sitting just beside him, and he leaned down to kiss Tino again, this time with more force, his tongue wandering past Tino’s lips to explore his mouth. He didn’t end the kiss quickly; instead, he took his time to enjoy it fully, as if tasting every corner of Tino’s mouth. On his end, Tino didn’t complain, matching his boyfriend’s enthusiasm and doing all he could to get into Berwald’s mouth as well.
They hadn’t broken the kiss yet, but Berwald’s hand was already sliding under Tino’s shirt, feeling his body from his waist and up to his chest. When their lips did part, Berwald didn’t allow his mouth to sit idle for long, diving immediately for Tino’s neck. His pace wasn’t as slow and controlled as when they had first started, but that suited Tino just right: he was also eager to feel Berwald’s touch, to feel loved like he had never been loved before meeting Berwald.
Berwald would always deliver on that, and that night was no different: every kiss on Tino’s cold skin felt like an act of worship, his lips and hands touching Tino with all the care in the world, as if Tino’s body were the most important object in the universe. Care, yes, but definitely not shyness, because there was nothing awkward nor any hint of Berwald holding back as he kissed every inch of Tino’s neck, or how his hands ventured up under his shirt.
Every brush of those lips or graze from Berwald’s fingers left Tino breathless, his heart racing in his chest.
“You’re sure you’re not cold?” Berwald inquired between a kiss and the other.
Tino was shivering just a bit, but it wasn’t only because of the cold.
“Don’t worry,” Tino tilted his head, kissing the top of Berwald’s head, “It’s really not that cold. I could even go shirtless.”
Berwald gave him a questioning look, but Tino was determined to follow up on his words. With some reluctance, he wriggled out of his shirt. He had to suck in a sharp breath when he felt the cold bite, but he still gave Berwald a nonchalant look. It wasn’t like he could see the goose bumps.
“Okay…” Berwald said, clearly not convinced by Tino’s gesture, but evidently already sure that he would not let it go to waste.
Gently spreading Tino’s legs to squeeze between them, Berwald scooted into the space he had created, his hands and mouth quick to return to Tino. This time, there was no shirt blocking off parts of Tino's body from his reach, and he took full advantage of that.
It was again gentle, if sometimes hurried, touches that made Tino’s head spin. It wasn’t like Tino didn’t enjoy all the attention, or didn’t like it when Berwald decided to take his time before moving to the lower halves of their bodies, but it was hard not to hurry him when Berwald was acting like that, in that way that made Tino want to strip him off his clothes and just have him as soon as possible.
Tino shuddered when Berwald’s lips reached one of his nipples, his tongue teasing it, making Tino grow more impatient. One could blush under such attention, and who was to say that Tino’s cheeks weren’t turning red? In the dim light of the moon, there was no way of knowing. So Tino did the same, allowing his hands to wander under Berwald’s shirt.
Still, Tino felt some heat build up in his lower abdomen; everything that Berwald was doing made him yearn to do more than simply feel up Berwald’s back.
With a careful twist of his legs, Tino sent his thigh against Berwald’s crotch. He made sure not to hit him too hard, but he pressed firmly enough that the other would feel it, especially if Berwald was getting as excited as Tino was.
As expected, Berwald gasped, but he didn’t move his hips away; instead, he lightly pushed into Tino’s leg, and a quiet moan drifted in the air.
“You don’t want me to take off my shirt as well?” Berwald questioned, his hips moving a little more, and Tino’s leg pushing up against him.
“Sure,” he answered with a shrug, “Unless it’s too cold for you.”
Berwald gave a short scoff and then straightened himself up. Tino didn’t give him the chance to take care of his own clothing; his fingers pushed under the hem in a flash. He felt Berwald shiver no less than Tino had done before, but of course, there was one quick remedy for the cold.
As fast as they had been to reach Berwald’s shirt, Tino’s fingers were on Berwald’s belt just as quickly. It only took a moment to undo his pants and pull them down along with his underwear.
Just as Tino had guessed, Berwald had quite enjoyed all the kissing and touching.
Berwald remained quiet as Tino’s hand closed around his base, the only sound coming from him being a low whine. Tino shifted, sitting on his knees right in front of Berwald. He didn’t want to overdo it, just get Berwald hard enough to proceed, but still, he decided to put all his effort into making Berwald shudder under his touch. Berwald’s tip went past Tino’s lips, where he stopped, teasing the other with a glance. His eyes found Berwald with his lower lip between his teeth and his chest rising and falling quickly, in expectation of what was to come.
Tino didn’t tease him any further and pushed his head forward, most of Berwald’s cock slipping into his mouth in one smooth motion. Only when he heard a faint moan come from Berwald did Tino start to bob his head, letting parts of the shaft slide in and out, leaving behind a thin layer of moisture that shone in the dim light.
Tino’s efforts paid off, because he could feel Berwald’s cock come more and more to life, every sway of his head paced by Berwald’s barely muffled moans. It was actually Berwald who gently pushed Tino’s head away, something Tino did with some reluctance.
“Lay down,” Berwald said quietly, his voice low and breathy, rewarding Tino with a peek into Berwald’s state of mind.
Tino did as he was told and, knowing where Berwald was going with his request, took off his pants and boxers. In the meantime, Berwald had also kicked off the clothes that Tino had merely moved out of the way when going for Berwald's cock, leaving both of them naked, with each other’s bodies as the only shield against the cold air.
Tino welcomed the feeling of a fingerpad being pushed against his sensitive rim with a sigh. He wanted Berwald to just go ahead with it, but the other was taking his time just as he had done before.
“Ready?” Berwald asked, and Tino hummed in reply. The finger pressed against the entrance, slowly but surely. Tino tried not to tense up more, since, due to the cold, the state of his body was anything but relaxed. However, after a few moments of adjustment, Berwald’s finger felt so familiar and reassuring that it took no conscious effort for Tino to loosen. It was just a matter of planting his head on the blanket and enjoying the slow motion of the digit, sliding and curling until Tino couldn't stay quiet. Unlike Berwald, he didn’t care if his moans were loud enough for someone nearby to hear, since he was sure that nobody was close by to begin with. Berwald seemed motivated by Tino's reaction, and soon decided that it was time to add a second finger.
“Mmmh…” Tino’s hand went to the blanket, squeezing the fabric into his fist. The two fingers stretched him nicely, parting and twisting, getting him to give a sudden thrust of his hips.
“Berwald, can you...” Tino muttered. He didn’t want to sound needy or ungrateful, but he really couldn’t wait any longer.
Berwald stopped and took his fingers away from Tino, who mourned the loss with a loud whimper. The only thought able to comfort him was that he was finally getting what he had been waiting for since stepping out of the car.
With some impatience, Tino hooked his legs around Berwald's waist, trying to bring him closer, urging him to carry on.
“Ready?” Berwald asked, and Tino responded with a roll of his hips.
Berwald only took one beat before resting his cock against Tino’s opening, and one more before sinking into Tino. Tino shivered, lost in the sensation of feeling so full, of Berwald’s cock stretching him and drawing a cry out of him.
Even though Berwald didn’t start immediately thrusting, he didn’t leave Tino to wait long. He started with a small, tentative rocking of his hips, one that Tino answered with a push of his own. Berwald took it as a cue to dare more, to move a bit faster and a bit deeper, and Tino couldn’t be more in agreement with the decision.
It was perfect as it was, and Tino didn’t believe the moment could improve, at least until Berwald decided to stroke his cock as well, alternating a thrust of his hips with a full run of his fingers on Tino’s shaft.
Tino moaned loudly, his legs closing more strongly around Berwald’s hips, wanting more. And Berwald answered his silent request with one quick, deep movement that took all of Berwald inside Tino. Just for an instant, Tino thought that he needed a moment to adjust, but his body took over, forcing his hips to roll in a desperate attempt to feel some friction with the cock inside him.
Berwald seemed to gain some momentum and confidence from then, his movements getting firmer and deeper, causing Tino's body to slide slightly on the blanket. As he had suspected, the fabric scratched his naked back, but Tino could barely pay any mind to that when everything else felt so good.
Tino closed his eyes, focusing only on Berwald: his presence inside Tino, around his cock, the groans and moans that he was now allowing to freely drift into the night, and the hand that had slipped under Tino’s thigh in order to support him.
When Tino felt all that pleasure build up, and he felt on the verge of coming down, he heard Berwald let out a louder groan and, with a couple of stronger thrusts, he came inside Tino.
“Ah-” Tino felt the warmth of Berwald’s cum spread inside him, fill him more than his cock had been able to do, and fend off the cold of the night. Tino’s mind erupted with the strength of his own moment, the wave washing over him and taking over every other sensation in his body, even Berwald, who was still rocking himself to the last of his climax. What Tino was certain of was that his hips were still rocking into Berwald's hand, and that his fingers didn't let go of him even as they were covered in Tino's cum.
When it was finally over, Tino felt the loss of Berwald inside him and realised that he must have pulled out.
Tino reached out, finding Berwald’s hand and taking it into his own. “Are you lying down with me? Not the most comfortable blanket ever, but it does its job.”
He heard a scoff, and Berwald squeezed his hand in response. “What about the lake? We could wash off.”
Tino cringed, fearing the freezing temperature of the water, but still nodded. “Great idea. Just come here for a moment first, okay?”
Berwald didn’t protest and lay down next to Tino, allowing the shorter man to wrap him in his arms. Tino rested his head on Berwald’s shoulder, letting the warmth of his body warm up his skin, and enjoying one moment of peace before braving the cold water of the lake.
I know it's still early, but I hope to write some requests for at least a few prompts this year! Send an ask, submission, or DM if you are interested in a ship/prompt combination. Anon asks (should) work! Also, feel free to send a more detailed description of what you want if a prompt has given you a specific idea you want to see realized.
Out of the top of my head, I'm happy to write for any pair besides sibling incest and characters who are children. Everything else goes, even if I haven't written it before (however, if you pick a character/ship I've already written on Ao3, you can tell if our portrayals of the characters align). As for prompts: "bestiality/pet play/oviposition" and similar, as well as watersports, are a nope but I'll try anything else.
(I don't mind using the "gift" feature on AO3 if you have an account and want the work gifted, or you can just stay anonymous or keep our interactions on Tumblr only. Also, I'll be posting the whole fic on Ao3 exclusively because Tumblr bans scare me a little, but I'll leave a link here and all my fics are available for guests to read on Ao3.)
Only open for Hetalia characters. I'm happy to write genderbent, but I'm not familiar with 2Ps and I don't want to include in my works OCs that I haven't created. I have never written reader insert, but I don't mind the challenge.
In theory, I know it's a long time, but I'd post the finished work in October. In practice, I have little patience for waiting once something is done, so I may post some requests this summer/early fall.
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
