Come Dew, Come Rust [10/?]
anonymous
March 2 2010, 06:16:01 UTC
Spain gripped the sheets with both hands, arching over Austria, twitching with each sensation as he was pleasured from the front and back, panting openly and pinning Austria with a burning, half-lidded gaze as he revelled in the utter chaos that had overtaken his consort’s appearance. The sight of him dirty and red-faced and hungry was a turn-on Spain had been trying to keep at bay, but he couldn’t give a damn even if Austria begged him to.
Spain shivered with anticipation as something twisted his stomach in knots. He could enjoy some begging from Austria.
Just then, fingers brushed against something inside him that sent Spain into a brief frenzy, shaking and thrashing and throwing his head back with a cry as an overwhelming trembling took control of him, straddling Austria. Their eyes connected then, in a brief haze of clarity through the oppressive atmosphere, and Austria slowly repeated the motion, causing Spain to jolt and bite down a moan. Bolstered, Austria began to thrust his fingers in and out of Spain, watching earnestly as Spain writhed above him, arching sharply, rutting against Austria himself in response to the stimulation. Spain’s breaths were too short to give way to any pleading, and he preferred it that way. His eyes began to flutter and Austria quickly removed his fingers, placing both palms upon Spain’s rump and stretching them apart as Spain let out a frustrated huff, grinding down insistently before he himself reached back to position Austria’s cock at his entrance.
Spain lowered his body sharply and let out a string of Spanish curses.
Austria wondered briefly if Spain was hurt, but he could do more than lie there as the imperceptible heat clouded his mind, as the ring of muscle enveloping him clenched tighter and tighter. There was something so different about the whole act this time around, some misplaced emotion, and even as Spain leaned back gripping the mattress behind him and drove down over and over again, even as Austria’s fingernails dug into Spain’s hips and broke the jagged lines of supple skin to form angry welts, even as the cries turned animalistic and the moans began to mingle and the names began to slur into incomprehensible words, recognition flew beyond Austria’s grasp and he surrendered.
The wet slap of skin against skin drew heavier, faster, and with a final, lingering echo of contact, Spain arched with a shudder and a cry, twitching with each pulse of orgasm, collapsing into Austria. He remained still, breathing harshly into Austria’s ear as Austria held him down by the small of his back and continued to thrust into him, pace fast but erratic, gasping words he could barely understand in that native tongue of his and at long last, he came with a jolt, throwing his head back as he stared dully at the ceiling and panted.
Austria closed his eyes, breathing as slowly as he could as his hands skimmed up along the ridges of Spain’s spine, resting on his back and on the nape of his neck. He inhaled slowly the scent of sweat and earth and was more than willing to fall asleep like that when Spain pulled out of his embrace and slid off of him. Wordlessly, Spain crawled to Austria’s side and edged to the end of the bed, tiredly pulling the blanket over his body, his back to Austria. He relaxed slightly, head lolling as he partially buried his face into his pillow. Soon, his breathing became more even.
Austria watched on with silent contemplation, expression blank, fingers curled uselessly into the bed sheets. In the fog of climax, he felt a significant loss of inhibition even though sense had slowly begun to return to him. He hesitated a moment, biting down on his lip. Everything in the past few days had been violent breaches of the codes of manners and ethics he’d had been compelled to follow, given his station. He didn’t know what he risked taking things a step further, but they were in the privacy of his bedroom and he knew that some things were worth sacrificing.
“Spain? Are you… asleep?”
There was no response. Austria hadn’t expected one.
Spain shivered with anticipation as something twisted his stomach in knots. He could enjoy some begging from Austria.
Just then, fingers brushed against something inside him that sent Spain into a brief frenzy, shaking and thrashing and throwing his head back with a cry as an overwhelming trembling took control of him, straddling Austria. Their eyes connected then, in a brief haze of clarity through the oppressive atmosphere, and Austria slowly repeated the motion, causing Spain to jolt and bite down a moan. Bolstered, Austria began to thrust his fingers in and out of Spain, watching earnestly as Spain writhed above him, arching sharply, rutting against Austria himself in response to the stimulation. Spain’s breaths were too short to give way to any pleading, and he preferred it that way. His eyes began to flutter and Austria quickly removed his fingers, placing both palms upon Spain’s rump and stretching them apart as Spain let out a frustrated huff, grinding down insistently before he himself reached back to position Austria’s cock at his entrance.
Spain lowered his body sharply and let out a string of Spanish curses.
Austria wondered briefly if Spain was hurt, but he could do more than lie there as the imperceptible heat clouded his mind, as the ring of muscle enveloping him clenched tighter and tighter. There was something so different about the whole act this time around, some misplaced emotion, and even as Spain leaned back gripping the mattress behind him and drove down over and over again, even as Austria’s fingernails dug into Spain’s hips and broke the jagged lines of supple skin to form angry welts, even as the cries turned animalistic and the moans began to mingle and the names began to slur into incomprehensible words, recognition flew beyond Austria’s grasp and he surrendered.
The wet slap of skin against skin drew heavier, faster, and with a final, lingering echo of contact, Spain arched with a shudder and a cry, twitching with each pulse of orgasm, collapsing into Austria. He remained still, breathing harshly into Austria’s ear as Austria held him down by the small of his back and continued to thrust into him, pace fast but erratic, gasping words he could barely understand in that native tongue of his and at long last, he came with a jolt, throwing his head back as he stared dully at the ceiling and panted.
Austria closed his eyes, breathing as slowly as he could as his hands skimmed up along the ridges of Spain’s spine, resting on his back and on the nape of his neck. He inhaled slowly the scent of sweat and earth and was more than willing to fall asleep like that when Spain pulled out of his embrace and slid off of him. Wordlessly, Spain crawled to Austria’s side and edged to the end of the bed, tiredly pulling the blanket over his body, his back to Austria. He relaxed slightly, head lolling as he partially buried his face into his pillow. Soon, his breathing became more even.
Austria watched on with silent contemplation, expression blank, fingers curled uselessly into the bed sheets. In the fog of climax, he felt a significant loss of inhibition even though sense had slowly begun to return to him. He hesitated a moment, biting down on his lip. Everything in the past few days had been violent breaches of the codes of manners and ethics he’d had been compelled to follow, given his station. He didn’t know what he risked taking things a step further, but they were in the privacy of his bedroom and he knew that some things were worth sacrificing.
“Spain? Are you… asleep?”
There was no response. Austria hadn’t expected one.
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