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“I get to control when you finish,” Norway said flatly.
Denmark’s eager expression faltered slightly.
“Isn’t that kinda the point? That you get to be the one to make me finish?” he asked, and the glimmer in his eyes quickly returned to its full brightness as thoughts of Norway’s hands on his cock filled his mind. His own hands stayed clasped hopefully under his chin.
Norway took a breath in to explain, but stopped himself just short of opening his mouth. A unique opportunity now faced him, and he had to judge the outcome of this move like the start of a game of chess. Technically, Denmark had just agreed to allow him to be in complete control.
“Yeah,” Norway answered. “I get to be in control. You have to ask—”
He was cut off suddenly by a tight hug and Denmark’s grateful nuzzling.
“Oh, Nor, thank you!” Denmark exclaimed. “You're the best buddy a guy could ever ask for!”
“Just don't let it go to your head...” Norway said back, separating himself from the hug. Denmark seemed to take no issue with that, moving back to settle himself on the bed and start undressing.
“Y'know, I didn't think you'd actually do it. These days, you're kind of a prude someti—” his words stopped with the rest of him as Norway snatched his wrist.
“I'm in control here,” Norway said in a low, subtly commanding tone that made an excited shiver run up Denmark’s back. Denmark released his hands from the waistband of his pants and held them up in defeat with a shrug.
“Alright, bro, alright,” he chuckled. “You're in control.”
“Now take off your pants,” Norway ordered. Denmark blinked at him, and then chuckled again, a little bit uncertain.
“...Huh? Didn't ya just say not to?”
“I said that I'm in control,” Norway stated again. “Take off your pants.”
Denmark hesitated for a moment longer before moving to start undressing himself once more, unlatching his belt and unbuttoning his pants to slide them down his legs.
“You're scary when you're bossy,” he teased, and then sat there waiting for the next instructions, cock visibly hard under the fabric of his underwear. Norway moved to kneel on the bed beside him.
“Now lay back, spread your legs a bit, and don't touch yourself,” he said.
“Aw man, what? I can't join in?” Denmark complained pathetically, nonetheless positioning himself as ordered, leaning back against the pillows and setting his thighs apart.
“Nope. I'm in control,” Norway answered. Frankly, he felt like he was vibrating under his own skin with excitement. Having this level of command over Denmark was something he'd dreamed about for a long while, finally getting to be the one to make him come undone and fall apart. Another pathetic little noise came from Denmark as Norway looked him over.
“C'mon, not even a little?” Denmark pleaded.
“No. In fact...” Norway started, then going to unknot the silky tie under the collar of his own shirt. “I don't trust your hands to stay put.”
He grabbed Denmark’s wrists again and sat up to bring them back to the headboard and start tying them in place there.
“Whoa, i-isn't that your good tie?” Denmark asked a little nervously as he was bound to one of the rungs of the headboard. “What if it gets torn?”
“It won't,” Norway replied, tone even but dangerous as he knelt back down to stare unwaveringly at the man below him. “Right, Danmark?”
The goosebumps down Denmark’s body went right to his cock. As much as he was prepared to have some kind of comeback, any words he could say were stopped in his throat, only coaxed out when Norway raised an interrogative eyebrow.
“R-right!” Denmark answered. “You got it, Norge. Can, uh...can ya touch me now?”
Norway didn't answer, instead raking his eyes over Denmark’s body and quickly deciding it would look better if the shirt was undone. So, he went to work unbuttoning and opening it to display Denmark’s chest. Just seeing it was enough to make Norway’s cock twitch in his pants. The soft spray of dark blonde hair scattered over it alongside the mostly faded scars, which became more visible as the hair dwindled towards Denmark’s sternum. His nipples were pink and hard too, and Norway couldn't resist reaching up to touch one.
It was like it shocked Denmark to be touched there, because he jolted and gasped, just barely holding back a yelp. Norway flinched, but kept his hand in place, rubbing and tugging gently on the pert nipple he held between his fingers.
“That’s how you're gonna react?” Norway asked flatly. “I only touched you a little bit.”
“Y-yeah, but I wasn’t expecting it!” Denmark whined. His pout was met with apathy.
“You don't touch yourself here anymore?” Norway inquired, feigning curiosity as he pinched harder.
“A-ah, no, of course I don't!” Denmark said, tensing again and looking away as a blush spread onto his face. On the third time he glanced back at Norway, all it took was a slight, silent raise of the eyebrows to get Denmark to confess, “o-okay, maybe sometimes I do, but I still wasn’t expecting it!”
Norway said nothing else, he only switched hands so that he could reach over and touch the other nipple, massaging it between his fingers and making Denmark’s breath shudder. He rubbed and pulled on it until it went from pink to red, and every once in a while he glanced down at Denmark’s cock before he would deliver a rough pinch to see if he could make it visibly twitch.
“N-Nor...” Denmark whimpered, face flushed. “I-is this all you're gonna do?”
“You don't like it?” Norway asked, letting up slightly.
“I do, b-but...I can't cum just from this...” Denmark mumbled.
“And you know that because...?” Norway inquired, pinching harder again and allowing his free hand to roam Denmark’s abdomen. That, combined with the gentle scrape of Norway’s fingernails atop the skin over Denmark’s abs made Denmark gasp as his back arched slightly upwards. It was clear, however, that he was avoiding the question, given that his next move was to close his mouth tightly.
Still rubbing, Norway encouraged him softly, “you can tell me.”
Denmark let another few tense moments pass before he finally answered sheepishly,
“...B-because I've tried it...alright?”
Norway went quiet once more, and his roaming hand went down to grope at the bulge tenting Denmark’s underwear.
“I don't think you tried hard enough,” Norway chastised through one of Denmark’s moans.
“Ah, N-Nor!”
“You have to tell me if you're about to cum, got it?”
Denmark nodded quickly, “y-yes!”
Norway couldn't help but get aroused just watching the debauched display that he himself was responsible for. Denmark’s dark eyebrows were drawn up together, his eyes were closed and his face was red, his chest was heaving and the muscles in his abdomen were straining. Sweat was starting to dampen his hairline, and when Norway pulled his groping hand back, he could see a little wet spot on the front of Denmark’s underwear.
“A-ah, fuck...” Denmark hissed.
“Hmmm?” Norway hummed persuadingly. Denmark’s panting grew louder, his legs were trembling, his hands were gripping the rung of the headboard tight enough to make his knuckles white.
“I-I'm—f-fuck, I can’t—! Ah! N-Nor!”
In one movement, Norway let go, watching intently. Denmark stayed tense, but his shaking exhale left him in a rush as he opened his teary eyes. He relaxed, albeit slowly, catching his breath.
“Did you cum?” Norway asked, and Denmark shook his head.
“No...but I almost did...” he replied breathlessly.
“Already? Just from that?”
“Shut up!” Denmark whined, scowling lamely and kicking his feet a bit. “I'm all pent up here! I can't help it when ya touch all over me like that!”
“You should probably learn to help it then,” Norway advised, reaching over again, this time to rub his fingers along the wet spot on Denmark’s underwear, right on the tip of his cock. A strained little whimper matched the jolt this time, and Denmark was quickly gripping the headboard once more,
“Fuck...”
Norway rubbed in a small circle, tracing the very tip around the slit and watching the shaft of it throb under the fabric.
“You can learn, right? To ask for the things you want?” he asked, pressing harder and thoroughly enjoying the fact that Denmark’s hips came up further into it.
“N-Nor...Nor! Ah, k-keep touchin’ me...!”
“That’s not an answer,” Norway said plainly, taking his hand away. “I said, you can learn to ask, right?”
The fleeting look of utter desperation on Denmark’s face did not escape Norway’s intent gaze, even as it was quickly replaced by another scowl.
“You want me to beg you for it? Is that it?” Denmark asked, almost incredulously, if it weren't for the fact that he was so blatantly aroused. “I thought you agreed to be the one to make me finish.”
Norway let him speak, and then let him stew in his words for an awkward second before leaning in closer to his face. One of Norway’s fingers, and only one, returned to the tip of Denmark’s cock, laying lightly upon it, unmoving.
“I said that I get to control when you finish,” he corrected. “You have to learn to ask for what you want. If you don’t want to beg, then don't beg. I won't make you do anything you don't want to.”
He tapped his finger onto the wet spot underneath it.
“But I told you, I'll only do this if I get to control when you cum.”
He tapped again, harder.
“So, if you don't want to continue with that, we'll stop here. I'll untie you, and you can touch yourself however you'd like to.”
Another tap, hard enough to make Denmark wince.
“Or, you can let me be in control, and you will let me determine when you cum. All you have to do...”
He raised his finger, poised for another tap, and the image of Denmark's face tensing up in preparation for it would forever be burned into Norway’s mind. The finger came down as gently as the first feather-light touch.
“...is answer my question. You can learn, right?”
They were face to face, inches apart. Close enough that both of them were sure they could hear the other's heartbeat if they listened for it. Close enough that their breath mingled, and the sound of Denmark swallowing and sighing shakily filled the space in between.
Denmark nodded. “Y-yes...”
“Good,” was all Norway said before leaning back and turning so that he could use both hands to pull Denmark’s underwear down to his ankles. The cock that had been straining beneath sprang up to lay on Denmark’s stomach, hard and a pleasing dark pink color. It was already starting to bead another drop of precum at the tip. Norway gently laid his hand flat upon the base of it, his palm soft as snowfall. It was hot and stiff under his hand, and the circling motion that Norway used to rub it made the muscles in Denmark’s abdomen clench. The exhale that Denmark let out next seemed purposefully measured and calm, though every other muscle in his body betrayed the true tension that laid just underneath the surface of his skin.
“I’m not even touching you that much, look at how tense you are,” Norway commented, and the fingers on his free hand went to idly trace the lines of Denmark’s torso muscles.
“Well, it feels good,” Denmark replied, voice similarly tense.
“You’re not used to going this slow...” Norway said.
“O-obviously...you know that...”
“You’re used to just...taking whatever you want, whenever you want it, never properly asking for any of it,” Norway continued. He pressed down more firmly as he rubbed. “Like a brute.”
Denmark’s toes curled with another, though less-controlled, exhale.
Norway continued, slowly wrapping his fingers around the shaft of Denmark’s cock, “or like a víkingr with no self-control. Can’t just swing your axe around wherever you want to anymore...”
When he squeezed and started moving his hand up and down, it finally forced Denmark to moan again. Norway paid no mind.
“But you learned, didn’t you?” he asked instead.
Denmark huffed. “Of course I learned that I can’t do any of that anymore... And don't act like you weren't right there beside me...”
A muted little smile formed on Norway’s lips as he watched another needy drip of precum fall onto Denmark’s skin. He let go and moved his hand down to gently run the tips of his fingernails along Denmark’s balls, causing the muscles in Denmark’s thighs to clench visibly.
“Fuck!”
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Norway prodded.
“A-ah, yes!” Denmark answered. He could feel it in the very base of his cock, like a tingle throughout the core of it each time Norway's fingertips caressed him there. The teasing scritches travelled further down, and then to the underside, and then Norway extended one finger to press a little further, into the hair-dense cleft of Denmark’s ass.
“W-wait, wait!” Denmark exclaimed suddenly as his legs snapped together, trapping Norway’s hand. “Not there...”
Norway froze for just a moment, then met Denmark’s nervous eyes as he took his hand away. As much as he loved having this kind of control, he wasn’t about to ruin it. “Alright, not there...”
Both of his hands went to Denmark’s cock, massaging it lovingly. Each stroke seemed to sap the flood of anxiety that had overtaken Denmark’s body and brought with it a long whine. The head of it was shiny and slick, precum having pooled under it. Where the foreskin met the underside of the tip, it was pulled taut, and Norway kneaded a finger onto it, making Denmark shudder.
“F-fuck, Nor...it feels so good... You’re so good at this...” Denmark panted. His brows were drawn up together, his mouth open and his lips wet. He was watching it, but through half-lidded eyes. That was, until Norway’s finger went to play with the slit at the tip of his cock, and then Denmark’s eyes squeezed shut and his head tipped back so he could let out a particularly whiny moan.
“I know you like it here,” Norway purred, eyes glimmering as he watched the slick, shiny precum slide around and stick to his finger. “I might even know your body better than you do.”
His other hand moved up to tweak Denmark’s nipple again, holding firmly as Denmark’s back leapt off of the bed in a strained arch, accompanied by a loud groan.
“N-Nor, Nor!”
“You have to tell me if you’re about to cum, remember?”
Each of Denmark’s breaths was a gasp followed by a whine, his toes were curling while his heels were pressing into the sheets, his knees were bent, his chest was heaving, and a delicious line of sweat ran down his cheekbone from his temple.
“N-Nor, I c-can’t—” he whimpered, “I can’t! I’m g-gonna cum, Nor...!”
“Ask for it,” Norway reminded.
“A-ah, ah...c-can...can I cum?”
“Hm...I’m not convinced.”
Norway let go completely a second later, his hands returning to his own lap as he just observed. Denmark’s cock lurched and his face scrunched up, and then everything relaxed into an unsatisfied heap when his orgasm evaded him.
“You’re gonna...kill me doin’ this...” Denmark complained pathetically.
“Doesn’t seem like a very honorable death,” Norway hummed.
“Sh-shut up, you—ah!”
Denmark’s comeback was quickly stifled when Norway’s hand was on him again, wrapped around his cock and jerking it even faster than before.
“What was that you were going to say?” Norway prompted, only receiving more whining pleas in response. His grip tightened meanly, eyes fixed on the flushed head of the cock in his hand. He knew Denmark’s cock about as well as his own, each vein and each patch of nerves, every hair and everywhere the skin pulled taut. He knew what made it twitch and tremble, and he’d learned everything he needed to do in order to make it obey his hand.
“Do you want to cum?” Norway asked.
“Y-yes, yes! I wanna cum, Nor, please!”
“Ask nicely,” Norway ordered, hand moving steadily.
“Please, Nor! Please, a-ah, I need it! I need it, fuck, please!”
“That’s not asking, that's begging. Try again.”
A frustrated growl left from between Denmark’s clenched teeth, melding into a needy whimper as the grip of each upward stroke twisted when it reached the head of his dick.
“A-ah, fuck, fuck! C-can I cum, Nor? P-please?”
“...We’ll see,” Norway said, letting go and listening briefly to the chorus of desperate panting breaths before delivering a solid flick to the base of Denmark’s cock.
“F-FUCK!” Denmark shouted, entire body lurching in such a way that made Norway’s own cock jump between his legs.
“Did that feel good—?”
“Yes, YES! Yes—fuck, please Norge, PLEASE!”
“Wanna cum?”
“Y-YES!”
“Ask me for it.”
Another flick, harder, towards the middle of the shaft, led to another lurch and holler.
“AH! N-Nor, I'm g-gonna cum! Can I cum please? P-PLEASE!”
“You can cum.”
Norway aimed the final, harshest flick right under the head of Denmark’s cock, right where the skin pulled tautest and flushed the pinkest. Denmark gave a final, loud cry, and his body jolted as his muscles shuddered right before his cock pulsed and spilled its thick ropes onto his glistening skin. Norway stroked it gently with the back of his finger, slowly down the shaft as if he were soothing it through Denmark’s continuing whines while the hot tension in the air fizzled away bit by bit.
“You came a lot,” Norway commented after several moments, eyeing the white streaks on Denmark’s abdomen and feeling his mouth start to water instinctively. Denmark’s eyelids fluttered open as he looked down over the slowing rise and fall of his chest.
“That's why...I was really hoping...that you'd say yes,” Denmark panted, a cheeky smile forming on his lips. “I was...saving it up for you.”
Norway raised an eyebrow. “What if I'd said no?”
“Then I think I'd just have to wait and try...asking again another time...”
“Huh,” Norway mused, “I guess you have more self-control than I thought.”