Re: [part 3] Like it rough [3/4]
anonymous
January 7 2010, 04:35:06 UTC
Felt good, this power. Sent jolts of tingling pleasure down his limbs, made his guts tighten in a funny knot. This was good, this was awesome. Mighty Russia under his control, instead of the other way around. He could crush him now, instead of being crushed by him. He freed his erection and pressed it between Ivan’s buttocks, where his legs met, rubbing his scrotum. Ivan moaned. Yes, it felt damn good.
“East,” Ivan whispered, vowels sounding all skewed in his tongue. Gilbert grinned, pressed harder, faster. There was blood around Ivan’s anus from his previous careless cut, he touched it with his fingertips and smeared it all over, dipping inside playfully, teasingly. “East,” Ivan repeated, high-pitched and breathless.
“Say my name,” Gilbert purred, while he pushed his finger in roughly.
“I-I am saying you name,” Ivan half-whimpered, half-laughed, bucking his hips to meet Gilbert’s finger’s thrust.
“The other name,” He pushed a second, ripping the muscle open, “The real one,”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, East,” Gilbert pressed the razor sharply and felt it slide a bit, breaking the skin.
“Don’t fuck with me, asshole,” He grumbled, taking his fingers out and guiding his cock in. He didn’t slam himself in; instead, he closed his hand on Ivan’s hipbone and brought him roughly down on him, feeling every muscle around him clench up. He gasp; this was more than awesome. “Say my name,”
He couldn’t see Ivan’s crooked smile at this angle, but he knew it was there. It was always there. Slowly, he felt his muscles unclenching around him, but the pressure was still-still-
“GDR,” Ivan’s heavy accented voice cooed, and he could see his smile widening. The fucker.
He bit down on the ragged scar beneath his seventh vertebrae, hard enough to mark, to break his skin and create a new layer of dark, scarred skin. He pulled himself back and slammed inside. Ivan moaned. He did it again. Again. Again.
“Weillschmidt,” Ivan chuckled around another moan, and Gilbert groaned. Naughty children needed to be disciplined.
His hand reached around his torso and gripped his cock, closing his fist around it, dragging his foreskin down in one long, painful stroke. Ivan gasped; Gilbert smirked. He relaxed his grip and clenched again, just for the fun of it. Inside, Ivan’s muscles followed him, clenching and unclenching over his erection, making his head dizzy and his thrusts erratic. He was close, so close, so painfully close. He palmed Ivan’s cock feverishly, reaching the head and holding it with his fingers.
Re: [part 3] Like it rough [3/4]
anonymous
January 7 2010, 04:35:54 UTC
“Prussia,”
The world exploded into white, soundless, grainy, mind-blowing white.
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“Am I awesome or what?”
Ivan glanced at him and made a noncommittal noise with his throat. Red lines pilled there from earlier, and he could see purple bruises where his hands had gripped. He allowed himself a victorious grin. Yes, he was very awesome indeed.
“You’re still too sloppy.” Ivan shrugged, shifting his weight in the bed. “And you lick too much, I almost drowned,”
He stared at Ivan’s blank face; squinted, “Excuse me, who fucked who again?”
Ivan snorted; his pupils were still dilated, and his eyelashes still wet and heavy. And he looked so damned sated. “That depends on the perspective,”
“Fuck you,” Gilbert growled, stopping his fist a second before it could reach Ivan’s jaw. He was only allowed to do that during sex, now he was powerless. Great, great Prussia, nothing but a slut under his boss. “Fuck you,” He repeated in a lower tone, for the sake of it.
Ivan’s smiled went from ear to ear. “I could teach you, if, of course, you behave,”
Gilbert knew that wasn’t his choice to make when Ivan swung his legs over his hips and straddled him. His naked body still warm against his partly-clothed one. Something inside him stirred, worn embers alight again. The red lines smeared across Ivan’s throat glanced at him, and he smirked, wickedly, wildly. Yes, yes, this was more than awesome. “And if I misbehave?”
Ivan leaned in and licked his eyelid, “Then I’ll show you what real pain is,”
“East,” Ivan whispered, vowels sounding all skewed in his tongue. Gilbert grinned, pressed harder, faster. There was blood around Ivan’s anus from his previous careless cut, he touched it with his fingertips and smeared it all over, dipping inside playfully, teasingly. “East,” Ivan repeated, high-pitched and breathless.
“Say my name,” Gilbert purred, while he pushed his finger in roughly.
“I-I am saying you name,” Ivan half-whimpered, half-laughed, bucking his hips to meet Gilbert’s finger’s thrust.
“The other name,” He pushed a second, ripping the muscle open, “The real one,”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, East,” Gilbert pressed the razor sharply and felt it slide a bit, breaking the skin.
“Don’t fuck with me, asshole,” He grumbled, taking his fingers out and guiding his cock in. He didn’t slam himself in; instead, he closed his hand on Ivan’s hipbone and brought him roughly down on him, feeling every muscle around him clench up. He gasp; this was more than awesome. “Say my name,”
He couldn’t see Ivan’s crooked smile at this angle, but he knew it was there. It was always there. Slowly, he felt his muscles unclenching around him, but the pressure was still-still-
“GDR,” Ivan’s heavy accented voice cooed, and he could see his smile widening. The fucker.
He bit down on the ragged scar beneath his seventh vertebrae, hard enough to mark, to break his skin and create a new layer of dark, scarred skin. He pulled himself back and slammed inside. Ivan moaned. He did it again. Again. Again.
“Weillschmidt,” Ivan chuckled around another moan, and Gilbert groaned. Naughty children needed to be disciplined.
His hand reached around his torso and gripped his cock, closing his fist around it, dragging his foreskin down in one long, painful stroke. Ivan gasped; Gilbert smirked. He relaxed his grip and clenched again, just for the fun of it. Inside, Ivan’s muscles followed him, clenching and unclenching over his erection, making his head dizzy and his thrusts erratic. He was close, so close, so painfully close. He palmed Ivan’s cock feverishly, reaching the head and holding it with his fingers.
Then he pinched it; twisted it. Hard. Too hard.
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The world exploded into white, soundless, grainy, mind-blowing white.
-------
“Am I awesome or what?”
Ivan glanced at him and made a noncommittal noise with his throat. Red lines pilled there from earlier, and he could see purple bruises where his hands had gripped. He allowed himself a victorious grin. Yes, he was very awesome indeed.
“You’re still too sloppy.” Ivan shrugged, shifting his weight in the bed. “And you lick too much, I almost drowned,”
He stared at Ivan’s blank face; squinted, “Excuse me, who fucked who again?”
Ivan snorted; his pupils were still dilated, and his eyelashes still wet and heavy. And he looked so damned sated. “That depends on the perspective,”
“Fuck you,” Gilbert growled, stopping his fist a second before it could reach Ivan’s jaw. He was only allowed to do that during sex, now he was powerless. Great, great Prussia, nothing but a slut under his boss. “Fuck you,” He repeated in a lower tone, for the sake of it.
Ivan’s smiled went from ear to ear. “I could teach you, if, of course, you behave,”
Gilbert knew that wasn’t his choice to make when Ivan swung his legs over his hips and straddled him. His naked body still warm against his partly-clothed one. Something inside him stirred, worn embers alight again. The red lines smeared across Ivan’s throat glanced at him, and he smirked, wickedly, wildly. Yes, yes, this was more than awesome. “And if I misbehave?”
Ivan leaned in and licked his eyelid, “Then I’ll show you what real pain is,”
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SHOW HIM WHAT REAL PAIN IS! SHOW HIM!
*get shot*
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Do I sense sarcasm there, Capcha ?
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