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Being alone, even though it was the living epitome of awesome, was not working out as well for Prussia as he would have liked. He;d been spending too many nights with nothing but some beer and his hand. Granted, it was his hand he was dating, which was most definitely, veritably awesome; however, there remained but one sad, terribly true fact.
Prussia needed to get laid.
It wasn't that he hadn't been trying. He tried to get Feliciano to go on a date with him, but trying to get anything through to him other than "Dinner's ready," or "Germany's here," was about as easy as trying to get a rhinocerous to fit through the head of a pin.Gilbert was always trying with Roderich, and he always met with the same infuriating fateL get witihin an inch of success, then have it swiftly taken away from him by a frying pan to the back of the head. That was a cockblock he was certain he'd get through someday, but for now...
...For now desperation had settled deeply inside him, an inexplicable hungering eating him alive from inside. He was at the point that he was willing, no, more than willing, to throw himself to the wolves in hopes of finding one as hungry as himself. And he knew exactly where to look. He opened up his laptop and started typing.
"'White male, about 5'8, fit, versatile and well hung (5 meters, baby). Looking for a good hard fuck .Please send stats and pic for this reply , I will reply u back for sure.
• Location: Downtown Berlin
• It's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests'"
Gilbert smiled to himself, a slight uneasiness in his stomach quickly overwhelmed by his excitement. He felt himself get slightly hard at just the prospect of having sex. Even harder still when he thought about the danger of what he was doing. He sighed, shifting in his chair, and waited. And waited. He was probably endangering his computer in some way by his abusing the refresh button, but he was too impatient to care.
About ten minutes in, he finally got a response. He gave a small cheer and opened the email.
"Hello. I read your ad and I think we may be looking for the same thing. Here are some photos. I hope you find them to be both relevant and satisfactory.
-B"
Gilbert's heart jumped as he clicked the first link, barely reading the email at all. The picture loaded little by little, revealing a pale, muscular body from the neck down. His eyes followed the contours of his chest and stomach, right down to...
"DAMN!!!" Gilbert's jaw nearly dropped. He sat gawking for a moment, then clicked back to his email and typed his reply:
"meet me cafe einstern 1 hour!!! and bring ur package w/ u lol!
-g"
One Hour Later...
Gilbert sat at a table at the cafe, sipping his coffee half-heartedly. He;d been working at it for at least...50 minutes by now, and it was about time for "B" to show up. He looked around nervously, turning back in his chair. He heard someone clear their throat behind him, and he whipped back to face them.
And who he saw was unexpected, to say the least.
"Gilber'?" said the tall, blond man in front of him.
"B...Berwald!?!" Prussia replied, trying to work his brain around the situation. He gawked for moment. "No...no way!"
"You m'st be 'g'. C'n I sit?" Sweden's voice was as low and serious as Prussia remembered, with a tint of awkwardness. He nodded slowly, mouth still agape.
"Coffee?" Gilbert smirked, looking around for a waitress.
"S'fine." He smiled, waving his hand briefly. His smile was more like an ironing out of a frown, but it gave him a sort of relaxed look. Gilbert finished his coffee in one gulp, no longer needing the distraction.
"So then. If you're 'B'...what about you and uh..." he wracked his brain for a moment, scrunching his eyebrows "Finland."
Berwald looked grim at the mention of his wife. He looked down at his hands folded in his lap, sighing.
"He's'fraid 'a me."
Prussia blinked, then smirked. Afraid, huh? If the picture he'd received was even halfway accurate, he could understand why. It certainly wasn't a cock for beginners. He nodded.
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A Short While Later...
When Gilbert brought Sweden home, he was expecting a sort of quick "let's get to the action" approach. What he didn't expect was the awkward silence they sat in, sitting on separate couches in the living room. Germany wasn't home, so they had the place completely to themselves.
Prussia cleared his throat, resting his foot on his knee loosely as he leaned back on the couch. "So..." he tilted his had back, looking down at the other man, "How many times have you and your 'wife' done it?" Gilbert grinned.
Sweden shook his head.
Prussia laughed.
"Hahaha! Not even once? Man, you gotta exercise your husbandly rights! But in the meantime..." he stood up as he spoke and walked in front of where Berwald was sitting, "Have you had sex before at all?"
He shook his head again, his expression belying his shock and inexperience. His eyes grew nearly imperceptibly wider, his cheeks flushing lightly.
"Don't worry then," Prussia's voice rumbled in his chest as he climbed onto Sweden's lap, "I'm an excellent teacher."
Gilbert leaned down, his lips almost brushing Berwald's. He sighed, hot and heavy on the other man's breath. He let his lips fall into a kiss, lingering in the drunken feeling of heated flesh finally meeting. He pressed their lips together, tilting his head to seal them together.
Sweden started to respond then.He ran his tongue along Prussia's lower lip, hungrily demanding entrance. His hands grasped his hips, sliding around to his firm ass. He grabbed at him through his jeans, massaging his lean muscles while pulling him in closer. Sweden angled his hips up as he parted his legs, sliding Gilbert downwards so their groins met.
Prussia moaned in surprise. Oh damn he swore in his head, his tongue still fiercely embattled with Sweden's. He could feel how long and thick Berwald's cock was, and he was only half hard from the feel of it. He smirked inwardly as ground himself against it, feeling it grow.
Their lips parted, leaving room for their heavy, panting breaths. Prussia smiled, reaching up to play with a piece of Sweden's hair. "And you seem to be a fast learner." He stood up, his legs a bit wobbly, "Bedroom."
Sweden followed him down the hallway to his room, his eyes trailing along the sway of his hips.
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More anon, moooooore
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can't wait for more!
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Thank you all so much for your aw3som3 lov3! I will b3 posting mor3 tomorrow, but it will hav3 to b3 on a diff3r3nt comput3r, b3caus3 as you can s33...
I am 3xp3ri3ncing vow3l difficulti3s.
I'll b3 handwriting th3 n3xt part tonight, and I'll transcrib3 it aft3r work tomorrow~
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“Alright then. First you have to start off small. Just imagine I’m your wife, if you’d like. Here,” Prussia sat down on the edge of the bed, scooting back so his feet could dangle above the floor. He looked up at Sweden meekly, giving him a faint smile. “W…would this be good?”
Sweden shivered at the sweet sound of Gilbert’s voice, his red eyes softened alongside his demeanor. He nodded.
“Ahh. Ok, now, the trick is to listen to the sounds your partner makes. If he likes something, his reactions will tell you and vice-versa.” Prussia smiled, trying his best not to look lecherous. “Shall we give it a try?”
Again Sweden nodded, but this time he took the few steps he needed to get to the bed. He reached out to stroke Prussia’s cheek. The other man leaned into his hand, eyes closed and mouth open in an easy smile. He took the opportunity of those open lips to slide his own against them, tentatively. He heard the man below him gasp, a low intake of breath before their lips pressed in again.
This time their kiss was much slower and far more careful. They were playing a game now, a mimicry of soft feelings and pent up romance. Sweden ran his fingers through Prussia’s light, tousled hair and at once forgot who it belonged to. Instead he imagined a shade darker, a shade he knew very well. He sighed into the kiss, his tongue pressing insistently at the lips of the man below him.
As their tongues touched their bodies moved downwards and Prussia’s back met the familiar comfort of his bedspread. He let out a short groan as he twined his fingers behind Berwald’s neck, giving back into the kiss. It was hard for him to not take control and ravish the other man, so he soaked up the moment as best he could.
And maybe, just maybe, when he closed his eyes he imagined darker hair and softer, fairer skin. And if he listened close enough he swore he could hear the faint strains of Mozart .
Their lips parted, and Sweden looked down at Prussia expectantly. Prussia whispered to him. “Good. Let’s keep going.”
The words of approval seemed to urge him on, as Sweden wasted no time in devouring Prussia’s neck. Gilbert couldn’t help his moans from becoming more desperate, and the man above him seemed just as rushed as he unbuttoned his shirt. His mouth travelled down with each part of shirt that opened, ravishing the underlying skin with his teeth and tongue.
A/N I know I said I wasn’t posting until tonight, but I had some free time this morning and decided to type it up now. Also, this anon apologizes for the Prussia x Austria nod in there XD I had to fit in my OTP!
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I'm glad OP approves *bows*
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Eagerly awaiting the next parts!
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“H…hold on. I think I see what the problem is here,” Gilbert took a deep breath, calming his beating heart. Damn! It was no wonder this guy was getting nowhere with Finland! He was faster than a love struck teen! “Ok. You need to take it easy. Don’t rush through things.”
Sweden searched for words for a moment. A bit more sense seemed to come to his expression, and he nodded. “’Kay. I’ll try no’ ta’.” He smiled that almost-smile again, leaning down to bury himself in Gilbert’s neck. He kissed him there gently and Gilbert released his hands.
At first, Berwald heeded to Gilbert’s urgings. He slowed his pace considerably as he took his time licking and sucking at Prussia’s neck, sometimes grazing with his teeth. But by the time he made it down to his chest, his patience was running thin. He growled in frustration as he moved down the bed to work at Gilbert’s pants again.
“Wait!” Prussia shouted.
Sweden grumbled in response, looking more than a little put off.
Gilbert just grinned and grabbed his collar, pulling him down to kiss him fiercly. He pulled back from the kiss, a devilish look in his eyes. “It’s my turn.”
It was no wonder that the Prussian empire had been as successful as it was. Faster than he could react, Gilbert had flipped them both over and was now straddling Berwald’s hips. His fingers were already making fast work of the buttons on his shirt by the time he recovered, and they switfly moved onto his pants. Sweden gasped rather loudly as one nimble hand reached inside his pants, sliding smoothly against his cock.
Gilbert shivered at the feel of his soft skin. It felt like steel wrapped in plush velvet, and the reaction it gained from its owner at such attention was unlike any thrill in the world. He groaned, his usually soft voice clear and unchecked as he rocked against him, legs shaking slightly. When his hips came back down to the mattress, his eyes snapped open and he stared at Gilbert, shocked.
Prussia just smiled back at him as he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock. God, but it felt just as divine in his mouth as it had in his hand. He tried hard to maintain his control as he opened his mouth wider to let more of it in. He moved up and down a few times, then took it out of his mouth and stroked it with his hand.
“You’re feeling overwhelmed right now, aren’t you?” He grinned like a cat as he spoke, licking his lips. He squeezed the other man’s erection lightly as he stroked.
Berwald nodded, a small gasp escaping him.
“Just think of how your poor wife would feel if you did this to him. So lost to pleasure, head swimming with it,” he licked at the head, tongue teasing the slit. “Drowning in it.”
He sucked him down again, going a bit deeper than before. Sweden cried out. His whole body felt like it was on fire, burning him up. He cast his hips up into Gilbert’s mouth.
Prussia lifted his mouth off his erection, sitting up a bit. “You know, I was going to let you fuck me with this cock of yours.” His hands worked at his own pants, unzipping slowly. “But I think you need a more…serious lesson.”
Sweden watched him expectantly, but instead of pulling himself out he left his pants open. He moved his attention back to Sweden, pulling his pants away and tossing them to the floor. He pulled something out of his own pocket, placing it on the bed out of Berwald’s sight.
He was practically trembling by the time Prussia worked his own pants off, his erection coming free of his jeans barely visible from his position. From what he could see, though, Gilbert was exaggerating about it being “five meters.” It still was of considerable size, enough to contest even with his own.
“Basking in my glory, are we?” Sweden looked up into Prussia’s face, glowing with pride. “Don’t worry, I’ll be inside you soon enough.”
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Sweden hissed, his hips lifting at the sudden contact as the finger shoved in insistently. The pain made his whole body jerk, and he pushed out with his legs, knocking Prussia off balance. The finger withdrew as its owner fell back onto the bed, bewildered.
For as much as the Prussian empire had been powerful, Sweden was certainly no slouch. He moved swiftly: almost as swiftly as Gilbert had moments earlier. What he lacked in speed he made up for in strength, which he used to pin Prussia down to the bed.
When the taller man bent down to Prussia’s ear he spoke hard, the force of his words rough on his skin, “My turn.”
Gilbert hadn’t seen the other man grab the packet, but he certainly felt the slick gel on his fingers as the spread him apart, not bothering to break him in slowly. His breath caught in his throat, the sudden turn of events beating at him like a storm. Pain mixed with the rush of excitement, the feeling of being overpowered, and the struggle of flesh against flesh as Berwald’s cock pressed against his ass and stretched. It was no longer about teaching, no longer about filling the void in his heart. It wasn’t even about Sweden’s cock pushing inside him at a pace that made his stomach tie into knots.
It was about power.
A/N: Damn character count! Anyways, I hope my story is continuing to please *bows* I don't normally post my writing because it makes me nervous. Ahahaha. I also hope I'm not going too OOC or anything. Thanks to everyone for reading/commenting so far!
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