The Great Escape [5/?]
anonymous
April 2 2010, 06:58:02 UTC
Austria was pressed flush against Spain’s back, eyes fluttering shut as he buried his face in Spain’s hair, a hand under the loose shirt and palm pressed flat against his skin, sliding higher. Austria inhaled slowly, kissing down the nape of Spain’s neck and along his throat, well aware that Spain was still talking away and hoping he’d soon be distracting enough. He replaced his lips with his tongue, and then his teeth, and as his fingers began to slowly encircle a nipple, the shirt had pooled at his wrist and was starting to impede in Spain’s music making.
“Austria, I can’t play with your arm in the way,” Spain complained, turning his head back slightly and inadvertently giving Austria better access to his collarbone. He used his free hand to grip Spain’s chin in place.
“Maybe I don’t want you to play anymore,” Austria murmured directly into Spain’s ear, licking the shell and nipping it gently.
“Hey, that tickles,” Spain tried to turn out of Austria’s rather firm hold of him but failed. He squirmed lightly. “You don’t want to hear me play? Why? Is it bad or something?”
“It’s distracting.”
“But I thought you liked listening to musi- oh.”
Spain arched his back into Austria’s chest, shuddering. Austria’s wandering hand had slipped easily past the loose catches of Spain’s trousers and down to his groin, where it was gripping Spain’s cock tightly. He heard the vihuela fall away with a discordant clatter and felt fingers digging into his arm, and Austria smirked happily as he sank his teeth into Spain’s throat, earning a hitched gasp in return.
“W-What are you doing?” Spain stammered as he tried to keep his hips from rolling instinctively into Austria’s grip. It tightened and he arched sharply, moaning.
“Distracting you,” Austria said, lapping away the blood he had drawn in the crook of Spain’s neck.
“A joke works fine,” the last syllable disappeared into a cry when Austria’s fist began to slide up and down his cock. Spain was twisting in Austria’s arms, writhing and making absolutely delicious noises. Austria held him down as firmly as possible with his left hand, the pace of his right hand almost frenetic. He could sense the confusion in the other nation even as he gave into the sensations and Austria found that he had to clarify himself if he wanted Spain to be wholeheartedly involved in what he was trying to initiate.
“I prefer sex,” he said briefly, toying with the head of Spain’s cock with his thumb, and he swore he heard the gears in Spain’s head click loudly with another oh.
“You should have said,” Spain muttered, biting down on his lower lip as he reached a trembling hand back and palmed Austria’s crotch. Austria groaned appreciatively encouraging him along and responding with a slow, long stroke. Spain stopped holding himself back, thrusting into Austria’s hand as he began to try to work Austria out of his clothes from his position, stopping suddenly with another jolt of realisation.
“What is it?” Austria asked him impatiently, leaning forward and grinding against him as a testament to just how uncomfortable he was getting.
“We’re outside!” Spain exclaimed scandalously.
The silence that followed was one of utter stupefaction.
That was the last straw. With an irritated growl, Austria jerked his hand out of Spain’s pants and flipped him onto his back. He straddled Spain at the hips, pinning him down with his weight, and removed his glasses, folding it and placing it neatly into the pocket of his suit jacket as he roughly loosened his ascot with narrowed eyes.
“One more inane comment out of you and I will tie you up. And gag you.” As if to further emphasise his point, he ground down once, slowly, eliciting a gasp and a flinch. “For the record, I don’t care in the very least that we’re outside.”
Spain opened his mouth to retort, but the glare sent his way shut him up. He didn’t know if his comment was inane but he didn’t want to risk a gag. Instead, after a moment’s hesitation, he gave Austria a timid nod of agreement. Austria smiled in response, dipping down to give him a peck on the lips. And then he thrust a slippery finger into Spain.
Re: The Great Escape [5/?]
anonymous
April 2 2010, 19:33:25 UTC
:D
Anon, ILU! There really isn't enough Spain/Austria out there, and this is beautifully written and so sexy~ It's always been my headcanon that Austria is quite lusty under his refined, reserved exterior.
“Austria, I can’t play with your arm in the way,” Spain complained, turning his head back slightly and inadvertently giving Austria better access to his collarbone. He used his free hand to grip Spain’s chin in place.
“Maybe I don’t want you to play anymore,” Austria murmured directly into Spain’s ear, licking the shell and nipping it gently.
“Hey, that tickles,” Spain tried to turn out of Austria’s rather firm hold of him but failed. He squirmed lightly. “You don’t want to hear me play? Why? Is it bad or something?”
“It’s distracting.”
“But I thought you liked listening to musi- oh.”
Spain arched his back into Austria’s chest, shuddering. Austria’s wandering hand had slipped easily past the loose catches of Spain’s trousers and down to his groin, where it was gripping Spain’s cock tightly. He heard the vihuela fall away with a discordant clatter and felt fingers digging into his arm, and Austria smirked happily as he sank his teeth into Spain’s throat, earning a hitched gasp in return.
“W-What are you doing?” Spain stammered as he tried to keep his hips from rolling instinctively into Austria’s grip. It tightened and he arched sharply, moaning.
“Distracting you,” Austria said, lapping away the blood he had drawn in the crook of Spain’s neck.
“A joke works fine,” the last syllable disappeared into a cry when Austria’s fist began to slide up and down his cock. Spain was twisting in Austria’s arms, writhing and making absolutely delicious noises. Austria held him down as firmly as possible with his left hand, the pace of his right hand almost frenetic. He could sense the confusion in the other nation even as he gave into the sensations and Austria found that he had to clarify himself if he wanted Spain to be wholeheartedly involved in what he was trying to initiate.
“I prefer sex,” he said briefly, toying with the head of Spain’s cock with his thumb, and he swore he heard the gears in Spain’s head click loudly with another oh.
“You should have said,” Spain muttered, biting down on his lower lip as he reached a trembling hand back and palmed Austria’s crotch. Austria groaned appreciatively encouraging him along and responding with a slow, long stroke. Spain stopped holding himself back, thrusting into Austria’s hand as he began to try to work Austria out of his clothes from his position, stopping suddenly with another jolt of realisation.
“What is it?” Austria asked him impatiently, leaning forward and grinding against him as a testament to just how uncomfortable he was getting.
“We’re outside!” Spain exclaimed scandalously.
The silence that followed was one of utter stupefaction.
That was the last straw. With an irritated growl, Austria jerked his hand out of Spain’s pants and flipped him onto his back. He straddled Spain at the hips, pinning him down with his weight, and removed his glasses, folding it and placing it neatly into the pocket of his suit jacket as he roughly loosened his ascot with narrowed eyes.
“One more inane comment out of you and I will tie you up. And gag you.” As if to further emphasise his point, he ground down once, slowly, eliciting a gasp and a flinch. “For the record, I don’t care in the very least that we’re outside.”
Spain opened his mouth to retort, but the glare sent his way shut him up. He didn’t know if his comment was inane but he didn’t want to risk a gag. Instead, after a moment’s hesitation, he gave Austria a timid nod of agreement. Austria smiled in response, dipping down to give him a peck on the lips. And then he thrust a slippery finger into Spain.
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Anon, ILU! There really isn't enough Spain/Austria out there, and this is beautifully written and so sexy~ It's always been my headcanon that Austria is quite lusty under his refined, reserved exterior.
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Gods In Charge Austria is so HOT why isn't he written this way more often instead always being seen as whiney and weak.
So glorious!
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