Rough Estimate - Part 7
Title: Rough Estimate [7/?]
Author/Artist: Sai
Character(s) or Pairing(s): PrussiaxDenmarkxGermany
Rating: Hard NC17
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Prussia's mouth, Denmark's mouth, noncon, bondage, strangulation
Summary: Prussia and Germany get revenge on Denmark for orchestrating the Danish Resistance Movement
Notes: Written for the kinkmeme
Original request:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=27758862#t27758862
"Save yourself the breath. We aren't going to stop and we aren't going to get-..well, actually, yeah, we are going to get off. You might not, but I'm afraid that really isn't any of my concern."
He wouldn't. Prussia kept stroking him, trying to get him hard, but it wasn't happening. Not even half way. Denmark had to wonder what Prussia's aim was jerking him off like that, too. Get him hard and sit on it? Put a cock ring on him so they controlled whether or not he got to come? No danger in that - they were fucking him over in many different excruciating ways, Denmark knew he wasn't going to get off on this. But that wasn't the point, was it?
Ludwig jerked on the rope, bringing him back to the moment, and Denmark gritted out a moan. "Shall we try this again? Open your mouth for my Bruder. If you bite again, I will hang you from these ropes once we have finished with you."
The threat didn't scare him. Ludwig wouldn't do shit. He didn't have the balls. Just look at him - here he was, the physical embodiment of a nation, the caretaker of thousands, millions, and he was doing absolutely nothing to stop a single man.
Prussia stood up, dropped his pants and waited for Denmark to open his mouth. He almost kept it shut, even thought about head-butting the other nation. That would wipe that fucking smirk right off his face.
Denmark hated his damn smirk, hated Prussia's fingers on his cheek, the way his pupils looked bloody from down here, like every battlefield the Prussian army had ever devastated, blood-soaked mud squelching up around his boots as he allowed his men to run rampant on opposing forces.
It was there in his voice too, in the single word he uttered - "Ready?" - like Denmark's answer would really make a difference. Ludwig was threatening all on his own, but it was Prussia Denmark had to stare at, and it was bloodlust in his voice, so thick in those two accented syllables that Denmark began to understand why so many nations feared the Prussian army.
As it turned out, Prussia wasn't talking to him but his brother, not even looking at Denmark but over his shoulder at the other man, double-checking something they had evidently coordinated long before this moment.
Whatever answer Ludwig gave made Prussia's smirk crack and grow into a wide smile. He said something, must have, because Ludwig was laughing, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating a little against Denmark's back so that he shivered. More than that though. He couldn't hear Prussia laugh, couldn't respond to the taunting, teasing insults because the very moment Gilbert started snickering, Ludwig shifted and pressed his cock against Denmark's ass, nudging his entrance.
"Open up," Prussia laughed. Fingers grabbed hold of Denmark's hair, yanking his head back a the same time Ludwig's slid up under his bound legs, hooked around his thighs and pulled them wider. Ludwig lifted him up as easily as he might have a man Gilbert's size, giving Denmark's arms a moment's relief from the straining pulling of rope.
He would have taken that throbbing ache for hours if it meant avoiding those next few moments. After shifting around him, Denmark felt Ludwig easing him back down, right onto his unlubricated cock. And when Denmark, entire body gone rigid, straining to get away from the painful intrusion, opened his mouth, Prussia forced himself in so that the entire thick girth of his cock muffled Denmark's screams.
Prussia didn't give him time to draw another breath after those first strangled, choking screams - his hips snapped forward, cock slamming the back of his throat so hard he gagged on the first stroke. And the second, third, nearly every one until he was trembling, eyes watering as he choked on every relentless stroke.
Had he been able to draw a breath, Denmark would have been screaming himself hoarse over what Ludwig was doing to his lower half. He kept Denmark's thighs pulled back, spreading him wide open, but it wasn't wide enough. Agony split him in two, rippling up from where Ludwig's cock abused his dry entrance, all the way up his spine to join the aching in his bound limbs. Each thrust rocked him up towards Prussia's invading cock, pounded his throbbing, stinging ass brutally without a moment's hesitation.
Author/Artist: Sai
Character(s) or Pairing(s): PrussiaxDenmarkxGermany
Rating: Hard NC17
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Prussia's mouth, Denmark's mouth, noncon, bondage, strangulation
Summary: Prussia and Germany get revenge on Denmark for orchestrating the Danish Resistance Movement
Notes: Written for the kinkmeme
Original request:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/12046.html?thread=27758862#t27758862
"Save yourself the breath. We aren't going to stop and we aren't going to get-..well, actually, yeah, we are going to get off. You might not, but I'm afraid that really isn't any of my concern."
He wouldn't. Prussia kept stroking him, trying to get him hard, but it wasn't happening. Not even half way. Denmark had to wonder what Prussia's aim was jerking him off like that, too. Get him hard and sit on it? Put a cock ring on him so they controlled whether or not he got to come? No danger in that - they were fucking him over in many different excruciating ways, Denmark knew he wasn't going to get off on this. But that wasn't the point, was it?
Ludwig jerked on the rope, bringing him back to the moment, and Denmark gritted out a moan. "Shall we try this again? Open your mouth for my Bruder. If you bite again, I will hang you from these ropes once we have finished with you."
The threat didn't scare him. Ludwig wouldn't do shit. He didn't have the balls. Just look at him - here he was, the physical embodiment of a nation, the caretaker of thousands, millions, and he was doing absolutely nothing to stop a single man.
Prussia stood up, dropped his pants and waited for Denmark to open his mouth. He almost kept it shut, even thought about head-butting the other nation. That would wipe that fucking smirk right off his face.
Denmark hated his damn smirk, hated Prussia's fingers on his cheek, the way his pupils looked bloody from down here, like every battlefield the Prussian army had ever devastated, blood-soaked mud squelching up around his boots as he allowed his men to run rampant on opposing forces.
It was there in his voice too, in the single word he uttered - "Ready?" - like Denmark's answer would really make a difference. Ludwig was threatening all on his own, but it was Prussia Denmark had to stare at, and it was bloodlust in his voice, so thick in those two accented syllables that Denmark began to understand why so many nations feared the Prussian army.
As it turned out, Prussia wasn't talking to him but his brother, not even looking at Denmark but over his shoulder at the other man, double-checking something they had evidently coordinated long before this moment.
Whatever answer Ludwig gave made Prussia's smirk crack and grow into a wide smile. He said something, must have, because Ludwig was laughing, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating a little against Denmark's back so that he shivered. More than that though. He couldn't hear Prussia laugh, couldn't respond to the taunting, teasing insults because the very moment Gilbert started snickering, Ludwig shifted and pressed his cock against Denmark's ass, nudging his entrance.
"Open up," Prussia laughed. Fingers grabbed hold of Denmark's hair, yanking his head back a the same time Ludwig's slid up under his bound legs, hooked around his thighs and pulled them wider. Ludwig lifted him up as easily as he might have a man Gilbert's size, giving Denmark's arms a moment's relief from the straining pulling of rope.
He would have taken that throbbing ache for hours if it meant avoiding those next few moments. After shifting around him, Denmark felt Ludwig easing him back down, right onto his unlubricated cock. And when Denmark, entire body gone rigid, straining to get away from the painful intrusion, opened his mouth, Prussia forced himself in so that the entire thick girth of his cock muffled Denmark's screams.
Prussia didn't give him time to draw another breath after those first strangled, choking screams - his hips snapped forward, cock slamming the back of his throat so hard he gagged on the first stroke. And the second, third, nearly every one until he was trembling, eyes watering as he choked on every relentless stroke.
Had he been able to draw a breath, Denmark would have been screaming himself hoarse over what Ludwig was doing to his lower half. He kept Denmark's thighs pulled back, spreading him wide open, but it wasn't wide enough. Agony split him in two, rippling up from where Ludwig's cock abused his dry entrance, all the way up his spine to join the aching in his bound limbs. Each thrust rocked him up towards Prussia's invading cock, pounded his throbbing, stinging ass brutally without a moment's hesitation.