APH: Sucker Love (Part 5)
Title: Sucker Love (Part Five)
Author: me!
Rating: R
Characters: Prussia, Canada - maybe-not-quitePruCan
Summary: for prompt #47, "every you, every me". Prussia thinks this can't be for real; Canada is scared it is.
Warnings: an awful attempt at writing "dirty talk", mentioned-but-not-really (suspected?) NethCan
Notes: loosely based on Placebo's, "Every You Every Me". Not really a continuing chapter, sort of an extra, just something I thought I'd put up for Xmas - but yeah whatever I am LATE. Have a happy New Year everybody!
“I’m going to - mm - be late for the meeting - ”
“So what? Who the fuck calls a world meeting right after Christmas? Aren’t you supposed to wait until goddamn January?”
Canada sighs. “Prussia, seriously, I have to go.”
“So I’ll be quick.” Prussia is sitting on Canada’s chest, that stupid conniving grin on his face, and Canada feels his face heat up.
"I'm waiting." Canada sighs, attempting to stretch out his cramped arms. Prussia has tied off his hands above his head with a discarded piece of Christmas ribbon, looped around the headboard of his bed. It's funny - Canada doesn't think twice about letting Prussia choke him, hit him, and fuck him. But to give up such control as to allow someone to tie him up is something Canada can’t yet bring himself to do. The ribbon is loose enough that Canada can break free if he wants, but there is that delicious tension that allows him to imagine a loss of control that has him tingling.
Prussia grins and unzips himself, guiding his cock to Canada’s lips. With a laugh, Canada takes him in. Sighing, Prussia smooths Canada’s hair back from his forehead so he can properly take in Canada's expressions - his crinkled brow as he shifts to adjust the angle, his eyes flicking upwards once in a while to meet Prussia's, lips red and wrapped around the ex-nation's cock.
“You shouldn’t even go to the meeting,” Prussia suggests. “No one’s going to be there. Or England’s going to be drunk. Either one.”
Canada pauses, lets Prussia’s cock hit him in the face as he backs off to take a breath. “How would you know?” he laughs. “You never come to meetings, anyways.”
“Maybe I should.” Prussia muses. “We could sit together, and you could give me hand jobs under the table.”
Canada snorts, turns his head to seek out Prussia’s cock again with his lips. Prussia makes a choking noise as the blond nibbles at the head, neck straining to slide his mouth fully around the Prussian.
“Okay, okay, blow jobs...we’d just wait until your brother started talking, then nobody would notice us.” Prussia kindly leaves out the part about no one noticing Canada in the first place, so Canada feels generous enough to resist chomping down on the arrogant bastard’s cock.
Prussia shifts, pushes himself up on his knees so he can really begin thrusting into Canada’s mouth.
“I bet you’d really like all of that stuff, huh Canada?” he asks with a grin. “You get off on imagining people finally paying attention to you? Maybe I’ll come to a World Meeting and bend you over the table in front of all those nations.”
Canada gives a muffled moan, tugs a little uselessly on the ribbon. Reaching behind him, Prussia cops a feel of Canada’s erection.
“Imagine what your daddies would think?” he continues, kneading fingers into the stiffness of Canada's neglected cock. “England wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye. He’d definitely be able to tell you and America apart after that. And France, that pervert, he’d probably get off on it.” The subject of America is mentioned quickly and afterwards avoided - Prussia learns some boundaries, after all.
“P-mmf!” Canada sputters, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking harder. Prussia feels that familiar tug in his gut and pulls back, watching the thread of saliva that dangles from Canada’s lips.
Canada bucks, rips his hands from the tangled ribbon, and lunges for Prussia, eyes glazed. Prussia rolls with the pounce, the two go falling across the bed and Prussia twists, rolling Canada under him. He pins the struggling blond with a well-placed arm, and reaches down to finger him. Canada huffs.
“You always say...such embarrassing things!” he whimpers, clawing at Prussia’s back, a piece of ribbon still twisted around one of his fingers. Prussia cranes his neck so he can bite Canada sharply on the shoulder.
“Whatever, you little brat, you get off on it.” he chuckles, as Canada humps insistently against him.
“You should tell me what else turns you on.” he suggests as he pushes slowly into Canada. “Instead of me saying such embarrassing and obviously false things.”
Canada flushes, mutters something into Prussia’s hair - his arms are wound crushingly around Prussia’s neck, bringing the two of them flush against each other. Prussia’s thrusts are unusually slow, and there is something sensual about the two of them moving at this pace, so unlike their normal harried rhythms.
“Don’t be shy,” Prussia sneers. “Who else would give you a boner if they were watching us fuck at the World Meeting?”
“...therlands.” Canada repeats when prompted, and Prussia tastes something, odd, sour and unfamiliar, in his mouth.
“Mm, yeah?” he keeps his voice even (and if he sounds testy then Canada misses it), stops moving so he is simply resting inside Canada. The younger nations gasps, wriggles underneath him in an attempt to get him moving again. “What about the Netherlands? You want him to watch you get fucked?”
“...” Canada is struggling for words, face bright red, erection pressed between their two bodies.
“Oh come on, you can do it.” Prussia mocks. “Or do you want him to fuck you? Is that who you get wet for?”
“I w-want him to watch!” Canada exclaims, squeezing his arms tighter around Prussia. “A-and touch me, ohpleaseGilbertmove!”
Gilbert. Prussia lunges, Canada arches off the bed, and they fuck with abandon - no kisses, no slowness.
“Wanna know how big Holland’s cock is?” Prussia hisses in Canada’s ear. “Wanna know how big it’ll look when he’s masturbating to me fucking you??”
Canada screams, digs his fingernails into Prussia’s back, and comes. Prussia seizes him by the throat and shakes him.
“Don’t you ever come while thinking of someone else again.” he snarls in the blond’s face. “Not while I’m in you, you little slut.”
“Fuck you!” Canada spits (physically spits at him, if Prussia wasn't so close to the edge he would've slapped the kid), squeezing himself around Prussia’s cock. Prussia laughs bitterly.
“You bet I do.”
He thought Canada would be angrier at him, that maybe his “dirty talk” had gone a bit too far - but as soon as Prussia is finished, spilling himself inside the blond, Canada kisses him on the neck, breathes a chuckle into his ear and detaches himself, looking sated. Prussia swears the nail marks on his back are bleeding, the little bastard.
“Thanks.” Canada laughs. “But I’m still going to be late.”
As Prussia sits there, watching Canada dress, an urge comes over him, something he hasn’t felt in ages, something fueled by boredom and curiosity and maybe a little jealousy (because maybe Canada wasn’t just babbling out of lust, maybe he really did think about the Netherlands when Prussia was fucking him and it would make sense, why would Prussia be Canada’s first choice for a fuck buddy anyways - ) and he opens his mouth to say:
“I’m coming with you.”
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to be continued
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Author: me!
Rating: R
Characters: Prussia, Canada - maybe-not-quitePruCan
Summary: for prompt #47, "every you, every me". Prussia thinks this can't be for real; Canada is scared it is.
Warnings: an awful attempt at writing "dirty talk", mentioned-but-not-really (suspected?) NethCan
Notes: loosely based on Placebo's, "Every You Every Me". Not really a continuing chapter, sort of an extra, just something I thought I'd put up for Xmas - but yeah whatever I am LATE. Have a happy New Year everybody!
“I’m going to - mm - be late for the meeting - ”
“So what? Who the fuck calls a world meeting right after Christmas? Aren’t you supposed to wait until goddamn January?”
Canada sighs. “Prussia, seriously, I have to go.”
“So I’ll be quick.” Prussia is sitting on Canada’s chest, that stupid conniving grin on his face, and Canada feels his face heat up.
"I'm waiting." Canada sighs, attempting to stretch out his cramped arms. Prussia has tied off his hands above his head with a discarded piece of Christmas ribbon, looped around the headboard of his bed. It's funny - Canada doesn't think twice about letting Prussia choke him, hit him, and fuck him. But to give up such control as to allow someone to tie him up is something Canada can’t yet bring himself to do. The ribbon is loose enough that Canada can break free if he wants, but there is that delicious tension that allows him to imagine a loss of control that has him tingling.
Prussia grins and unzips himself, guiding his cock to Canada’s lips. With a laugh, Canada takes him in. Sighing, Prussia smooths Canada’s hair back from his forehead so he can properly take in Canada's expressions - his crinkled brow as he shifts to adjust the angle, his eyes flicking upwards once in a while to meet Prussia's, lips red and wrapped around the ex-nation's cock.
“You shouldn’t even go to the meeting,” Prussia suggests. “No one’s going to be there. Or England’s going to be drunk. Either one.”
Canada pauses, lets Prussia’s cock hit him in the face as he backs off to take a breath. “How would you know?” he laughs. “You never come to meetings, anyways.”
“Maybe I should.” Prussia muses. “We could sit together, and you could give me hand jobs under the table.”
Canada snorts, turns his head to seek out Prussia’s cock again with his lips. Prussia makes a choking noise as the blond nibbles at the head, neck straining to slide his mouth fully around the Prussian.
“Okay, okay, blow jobs...we’d just wait until your brother started talking, then nobody would notice us.” Prussia kindly leaves out the part about no one noticing Canada in the first place, so Canada feels generous enough to resist chomping down on the arrogant bastard’s cock.
Prussia shifts, pushes himself up on his knees so he can really begin thrusting into Canada’s mouth.
“I bet you’d really like all of that stuff, huh Canada?” he asks with a grin. “You get off on imagining people finally paying attention to you? Maybe I’ll come to a World Meeting and bend you over the table in front of all those nations.”
Canada gives a muffled moan, tugs a little uselessly on the ribbon. Reaching behind him, Prussia cops a feel of Canada’s erection.
“Imagine what your daddies would think?” he continues, kneading fingers into the stiffness of Canada's neglected cock. “England wouldn’t be able to look you in the eye. He’d definitely be able to tell you and America apart after that. And France, that pervert, he’d probably get off on it.” The subject of America is mentioned quickly and afterwards avoided - Prussia learns some boundaries, after all.
“P-mmf!” Canada sputters, squeezing his eyes shut and sucking harder. Prussia feels that familiar tug in his gut and pulls back, watching the thread of saliva that dangles from Canada’s lips.
Canada bucks, rips his hands from the tangled ribbon, and lunges for Prussia, eyes glazed. Prussia rolls with the pounce, the two go falling across the bed and Prussia twists, rolling Canada under him. He pins the struggling blond with a well-placed arm, and reaches down to finger him. Canada huffs.
“You always say...such embarrassing things!” he whimpers, clawing at Prussia’s back, a piece of ribbon still twisted around one of his fingers. Prussia cranes his neck so he can bite Canada sharply on the shoulder.
“Whatever, you little brat, you get off on it.” he chuckles, as Canada humps insistently against him.
“You should tell me what else turns you on.” he suggests as he pushes slowly into Canada. “Instead of me saying such embarrassing and obviously false things.”
Canada flushes, mutters something into Prussia’s hair - his arms are wound crushingly around Prussia’s neck, bringing the two of them flush against each other. Prussia’s thrusts are unusually slow, and there is something sensual about the two of them moving at this pace, so unlike their normal harried rhythms.
“Don’t be shy,” Prussia sneers. “Who else would give you a boner if they were watching us fuck at the World Meeting?”
“...therlands.” Canada repeats when prompted, and Prussia tastes something, odd, sour and unfamiliar, in his mouth.
“Mm, yeah?” he keeps his voice even (and if he sounds testy then Canada misses it), stops moving so he is simply resting inside Canada. The younger nations gasps, wriggles underneath him in an attempt to get him moving again. “What about the Netherlands? You want him to watch you get fucked?”
“...” Canada is struggling for words, face bright red, erection pressed between their two bodies.
“Oh come on, you can do it.” Prussia mocks. “Or do you want him to fuck you? Is that who you get wet for?”
“I w-want him to watch!” Canada exclaims, squeezing his arms tighter around Prussia. “A-and touch me, ohpleaseGilbertmove!”
Gilbert. Prussia lunges, Canada arches off the bed, and they fuck with abandon - no kisses, no slowness.
“Wanna know how big Holland’s cock is?” Prussia hisses in Canada’s ear. “Wanna know how big it’ll look when he’s masturbating to me fucking you??”
Canada screams, digs his fingernails into Prussia’s back, and comes. Prussia seizes him by the throat and shakes him.
“Don’t you ever come while thinking of someone else again.” he snarls in the blond’s face. “Not while I’m in you, you little slut.”
“Fuck you!” Canada spits (physically spits at him, if Prussia wasn't so close to the edge he would've slapped the kid), squeezing himself around Prussia’s cock. Prussia laughs bitterly.
“You bet I do.”
He thought Canada would be angrier at him, that maybe his “dirty talk” had gone a bit too far - but as soon as Prussia is finished, spilling himself inside the blond, Canada kisses him on the neck, breathes a chuckle into his ear and detaches himself, looking sated. Prussia swears the nail marks on his back are bleeding, the little bastard.
“Thanks.” Canada laughs. “But I’m still going to be late.”
As Prussia sits there, watching Canada dress, an urge comes over him, something he hasn’t felt in ages, something fueled by boredom and curiosity and maybe a little jealousy (because maybe Canada wasn’t just babbling out of lust, maybe he really did think about the Netherlands when Prussia was fucking him and it would make sense, why would Prussia be Canada’s first choice for a fuck buddy anyways - ) and he opens his mouth to say:
“I’m coming with you.”
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to be continued
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