You inspired me, anon. Hope you don't mind a ficlet to go with this. I don't usually write smut, so it might not be very good, but I couldn't resist...
Agonizingly slowly, the pipe moves in and out.
When they started this, it was cold -- as shockingly cold as the winter wind howling outside the window of Ivan's suite. But they've been at this for a while. It's had more than enough time to warm up to body temperature, the same temperature as the hot, wet inside of Prussia's ass, the mingled globs of lube and cum inside making wet slurping noises as Russia fucks him for the second time tonight. The bigger man has his pants back on right now, but Gilbert can feel the other's erection standing to attention once again, insistently poking against his stomach, refusing to be ignored. His own sex is throbbing, giving another little stab of pleasure/pain every time the pipe thrusts in at a certain angle, every time the skin of his expossed cock brushes against the rough fabric of Ivan's trousers.
The leash pulls back a little tighter and he chokes for a moment, hating himself as a pathetic, strangled little whine is dragged involuntarily from his lips, spit escaping down the side of his mouth where bound hands can't even wipe it off. He hears Ivan licking his lips.
"So you still don't think it is fun here, hm, my dear Gilbert?" he murmurs, voice low and pleasant and sweet, as always. Deceptively gentle.
"You will tell me when it is finally fun, da? We will keep going until then. After all... you belong here, now. We have all the time in the world."
This is what his world has become.
Russia thrusts the pipe in again and he feels a deep shudder begin to pass over him, hot wet spurting onto his chest and his shirt and Ivan's pants --
---And it is not until he thinks of somewhere far, far away that the tears finally begin.
You inspired me, anon. Hope you don't mind a ficlet to go with this. I don't usually write smut, so it might not be very good, but I couldn't resist...
Agonizingly slowly, the pipe moves in and out.
When they started this, it was cold -- as shockingly cold as the winter wind howling outside the window of Ivan's suite. But they've been at this for a while. It's had more than enough time to warm up to body temperature, the same temperature as the hot, wet inside of Prussia's ass, the mingled globs of lube and cum inside making wet slurping noises as Russia fucks him for the second time tonight. The bigger man has his pants back on right now, but Gilbert can feel the other's erection standing to attention once again, insistently poking against his stomach, refusing to be ignored. His own sex is throbbing, giving another little stab of pleasure/pain every time the pipe thrusts in at a certain angle, every time the skin of his expossed cock brushes against the rough fabric of Ivan's trousers.
The leash pulls back a little tighter and he chokes for a moment, hating himself as a pathetic, strangled little whine is dragged involuntarily from his lips, spit escaping down the side of his mouth where bound hands can't even wipe it off. He hears Ivan licking his lips.
"So you still don't think it is fun here, hm, my dear Gilbert?" he murmurs, voice low and pleasant and sweet, as always. Deceptively gentle.
"You will tell me when it is finally fun, da? We will keep going until then. After all... you belong here, now. We have all the time in the world."
This is what his world has become.
Russia thrusts the pipe in again and he feels a deep shudder begin to pass over him, hot wet spurting onto his chest and his shirt and Ivan's pants --
---And it is not until he thinks of somewhere far, far away that the tears finally begin.
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I mean... hot. Fucking hot. Violent, wet hot. This ficlet is perfect for the art!fill, thank you for writing it!
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