[Poor baby. Modern Austria has, however, completely washed his hands of this situation and all the nagging guilt that comes with it. But in the interests of making the poor boy happy- as well as finally reuniting his young self with someone he's missed quite sorely- he's scouted out one Archduchy, circa 16th century.
Unlike his husband, he's been around long enough to know the ropes- someone even drew him a diagram!- and he'll do his best to explain if Spain should ask, but it's not really at the forefront of his mind right now.
He's been dropped off at approximately the right place, and is now cautiously looking around doors for the right room.
...Is that...snoring?
Just as he suspected...he pauses in the doorway, staring at the sleeping figure for a moment, before sighing in relief. Slipping into the room, he closes the door behind him as gently as possible, moving closer to the bed on silent feet. He doesn't really want to wake him, so he'll just...sort of lean over him and peer at his face. That's not creepy at all.]
[He's not the lightest of sleepers, though he does have the uncanny ability to spring awake in an instant the moment danger presents itself, but there is no danger in this room, and he continues sleeping soundly]
[It seems his dreams today are happy ones, as is usually the case, so you'll find a slight smile on his face as you lean over]
[But hopefully you aren't looking too closely, because the modern shirt he's been given to wear isn't doing anything to cover the fresh, red marks around his throat or the almost faded bruises crossing the side of his face. It looks like he's been fighting lately, as you may have expected]
[That happy expression provokes an answering smile from Austria, but it fades to a concerned, if rather resigned, frown as he notes Spain's injuries. He knows how quickly he can wake if alarmed, so he's reluctant to touch him; instead, he carefully sits beside him, his weight making the mattress dip slightly.]
So this is where you are, you fool. I suppose you find it funny to make me wait.
[He's not really expecting an answer, content to wait for Spain to wake up.]
[Even with the quiet tone and the barely perceptible movement of the bed, Austria's voice, so near, drags him out of his sleep at once, though this is a lazier awakening than may have been the case for anyone else in the room with him]
[He doesn't need his eyes to tell him that Austria's arrived. He can hear each breath clearly, feel the change in the air, and his eyelids twitch, wanting to see the face he's missed so badly once more]
[But still he makes no movement, and does what he can to keep his own breathing steady and deep. Apparently he does find it funny to make Austria wait, or he wants to see what his spouse will do]
[He arches his spine, pushing his collar bone and chest forward against Austria's mouth. Without meaning to, he's also mimicking the sounds he's pulling from his partner, hips shifting continuously and rolling up. His hand, usually steady, is almost trembling in its own movements]
Please...
[He would be happy to offer some generosity of his own, to forgo his own pleasure if he could give it to his husband, but he's not sure how much more of these light touches he can withstand]
[When he's satisfied with the bright mark he's left just beneath Spain's collar bone, Austria pulls back, looking at his husband's face again; he gives him a soft smile, leaning in to kiss him. He can feel the trembling, and he gives in, hand tightening around his cock and stroking rather more firmly.
Pulling away enough to speak again, he's still smiling, though there's a flush to his cheeks.]
Would you like to lie down...or should I kneel? You could sit at the edge of the...bed...
[As confident as he was in his teasing, he's reduced almost to a stutter as he voices his intentions. Though he seems happy enough.]
[He'll spend the next several days smiling at the reflection of that mark in the mirror]
[Reciprocates the kiss without hesitation, moaning against Austria's lips when the hand tightens around him. He allows his partner to pull away with some reluctance, barely coherent enough to speak and flushing himself as he makes sense of the words]
Perhaps I'll sit back against the headboard, unless you have a preference...
[Really, he wouldn't care if he were strung upside down from the ceiling at this point, so long as they were continuing, but he would prefer to see his husband's face, and lying down isn't the best position for that]
[He's a little tongue-tied, chastising himself for not thinking of such an arrangement in the first place. He'll certainly be more comfortable on the bed than on the floor- not that he especially objects to the latter.
Reluctantly detaching himself from Spain to let him move, he gives him a gentle push towards the headboard.]
[Luckily it doesn't take nearly so long for him to find the bathroom this time, having learned the route earlier, and he's back within minutes, holding onto a damp cloth]
[Clicks the door shut behind him once he reenters and makes his way back to the bed, kneeling up on it. His hair looks damp again as well, there's a good chance he dunked under the water himself to rinse off again]
Shall I bathe you, my lord?
[He's grinning as he speaks, teasing, but obviously trying to play the part, lowering his eyes to the bed]
[It's fortunate that one of them has a sense of direction.
The click of the door makes his eyes open again, though he heard Spain's footfalls outside even before that. He eyes Spain from his sprawled out position on the bed, a mischievous glint in his eye to match his husband's.]
Hmph. You shall.
[He makes no effort to get up, simply beckoning instead.]
[That may have been a second motive to get it himself]
[Nods his head quietly, for all appearances dutifully following instructions, though perhaps he can't keep the appreciative hum from his voice as he begins trailing the cloth over Austria's chest, moving down to his stomach. He's not usually very fond of being known as the consort, but, well, it was he that married into the house, and sometimes he can have fun with such a title]
[His hands are gentle, but hardly innocent, accidentally slipping from the cloth now and again to touch his husband's skin directly]
[The sudden coolness of the damp cloth makes his stomach tense for a moment, but he settles down again soon, watching Spain's hands at work. Austria's delight at having such an attentive consort is barely disguised, speaking volumes about his more private tastes.
He reaches out to play with the damp strands of Spain's hair, gently untangling them again.]
You said earlier that you thought of me in many ways...
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Unlike his husband, he's been around long enough to know the ropes- someone even drew him a diagram!- and he'll do his best to explain if Spain should ask, but it's not really at the forefront of his mind right now.
He's been dropped off at approximately the right place, and is now cautiously looking around doors for the right room.
...Is that...snoring?
Just as he suspected...he pauses in the doorway, staring at the sleeping figure for a moment, before sighing in relief. Slipping into the room, he closes the door behind him as gently as possible, moving closer to the bed on silent feet. He doesn't really want to wake him, so he'll just...sort of lean over him and peer at his face. That's not creepy at all.]
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[It seems his dreams today are happy ones, as is usually the case, so you'll find a slight smile on his face as you lean over]
[But hopefully you aren't looking too closely, because the modern shirt he's been given to wear isn't doing anything to cover the fresh, red marks around his throat or the almost faded bruises crossing the side of his face. It looks like he's been fighting lately, as you may have expected]
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So this is where you are, you fool. I suppose you find it funny to make me wait.
[He's not really expecting an answer, content to wait for Spain to wake up.]
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[He doesn't need his eyes to tell him that Austria's arrived. He can hear each breath clearly, feel the change in the air, and his eyelids twitch, wanting to see the face he's missed so badly once more]
[But still he makes no movement, and does what he can to keep his own breathing steady and deep. Apparently he does find it funny to make Austria wait, or he wants to see what his spouse will do]
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Please...
[He would be happy to offer some generosity of his own, to forgo his own pleasure if he could give it to his husband, but he's not sure how much more of these light touches he can withstand]
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Pulling away enough to speak again, he's still smiling, though there's a flush to his cheeks.]
Would you like to lie down...or should I kneel? You could sit at the edge of the...bed...
[As confident as he was in his teasing, he's reduced almost to a stutter as he voices his intentions. Though he seems happy enough.]
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[Reciprocates the kiss without hesitation, moaning against Austria's lips when the hand tightens around him. He allows his partner to pull away with some reluctance, barely coherent enough to speak and flushing himself as he makes sense of the words]
Perhaps I'll sit back against the headboard, unless you have a preference...
[Really, he wouldn't care if he were strung upside down from the ceiling at this point, so long as they were continuing, but he would prefer to see his husband's face, and lying down isn't the best position for that]
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[He's a little tongue-tied, chastising himself for not thinking of such an arrangement in the first place. He'll certainly be more comfortable on the bed than on the floor- not that he especially objects to the latter.
Reluctantly detaching himself from Spain to let him move, he gives him a gentle push towards the headboard.]
Go on, then.
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[Clicks the door shut behind him once he reenters and makes his way back to the bed, kneeling up on it. His hair looks damp again as well, there's a good chance he dunked under the water himself to rinse off again]
Shall I bathe you, my lord?
[He's grinning as he speaks, teasing, but obviously trying to play the part, lowering his eyes to the bed]
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The click of the door makes his eyes open again, though he heard Spain's footfalls outside even before that. He eyes Spain from his sprawled out position on the bed, a mischievous glint in his eye to match his husband's.]
Hmph. You shall.
[He makes no effort to get up, simply beckoning instead.]
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[Nods his head quietly, for all appearances dutifully following instructions, though perhaps he can't keep the appreciative hum from his voice as he begins trailing the cloth over Austria's chest, moving down to his stomach. He's not usually very fond of being known as the consort, but, well, it was he that married into the house, and sometimes he can have fun with such a title]
[His hands are gentle, but hardly innocent, accidentally slipping from the cloth now and again to touch his husband's skin directly]
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He reaches out to play with the damp strands of Spain's hair, gently untangling them again.]
You said earlier that you thought of me in many ways...
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