Hetalia kink meme part 23
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hetalia kink meme
part 23
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A finger traced his entrance before the tip just slightly breaches him, rubbing in small circles as it slowly edged in deeper.
Alfred does his best not to clench down on the foreign intrusion, while it feels weird and kind of uncomfortable, it doesn't really hurt. He's then sufficiently distracted when the mattress squeaks as his partner shifts again and soon after the crown of his cock is once again enveloped in warm heat. He spreads his legs a little more to give the other man more space to work.
As the finger pushed in deeper, his Queen began to trace the vein on the underside of his cock before putting a little pressure on it, causing him to see stars and it took all his self-control to keep from moving his hips or squirming. This was then tested to the limit as the other firmly used his tongue to suckle at the base, flicking his tongue at the ribbon, before licking his way up the vein right to the very tip. Just when he thought it couldn't feel any better, the man swirled his tongue around the crown before dipping his tongue into the slit and...How could that area feel so sensitive? His teeth clamped down on the inside of his cheek, trapping the mewling and begging sounds he wanted to make in his throat. Any sense of control he had was gone as his hips rolled and he crumbled down onto his forearms, trying to keep from collapsing completely.
He was lucky, so so lucky his partner knew what they were doing, any apprehensions from earlier were gone, replaced by sensation and desire. His Queens, his darling Queen and his talented fingers and mouth, and seeming infinite knowledge about how to reduce him to a writhing mess, if the only place they worked well together was the bedroom then that would be just fine by him...well not really but thinking is too hard to do right now, and he shouldn't stop doing that and that just felt...
It was probably a good thing for the ribbon now or else he wouldn't have lasted as his Queen bobbed, sucked, licked and teased him to the point where he was almost dripping pre-cum and coherent thought was impossible.
How long they were like this, he wasn't really sure, the sensations overwhelming him as a second finger was gently worked into him, scissoring, twisting. After a moment he began stroking his insides and the sensation got more and more pleasurable until he couldn't even find a proper word for it.
“That, my King, is your prostate.” His lovely, fantastic, perfect Queen said from below him as he repeated the motion with his index finger and his mouth came back. Alfred couldn’t have stopped the instinctive movement of bucking back onto the fingers even if he had wanted to. He couldn't help it, he chased after the warm, wet heat of his partner's mouth and his fingers; his hips mindlessly rolling; wanting more, wanting them deeper, wanting them harder...
His Queen gave his erection one last lick before slipping out from between his legs once more, and removing his fingers for a moment. They were back in a moment after his husband had added more oil to them, slipping them back inside and beginning to work in the third. He pushed them in and out, spreading them, twisting them, massaging at his prostrate and going in deeper; opening him up slightly more each time as the King struggled to keep his vow of silence.
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“I wish I could hear my name fall from those lips of yours my sweet.” His Queen grumbled quietly, his breath hot where his jaw met his ear while one hand stroked him and the other drove a little deeper with each word. “Hear you whine it as you beg for more, hear it tumble broken off your tongue as I make you gasp and moan, hear it dr-awn out as you cry out in pleasure...” Alfred wanted nothing more in that moment then to oblige him as long as he kept doing that, his hips bucking mindlessly into the other's skilled hands. “Damn tradition. I would have your voice hoarse from crying out and your eyes wide, watching me, watching me love you.” His Queen mourned, a lament echoed in Alfred's mind before he chuckled, “Next time I suppose. Yes, next time. Next time, I will make you scream.”
Alfred barely swallowed down a moan as the other's fingers thrust hard once more against his prostrate with the last word; he just felt too good and the damn ribbon was still there and it wasn't fair especially if he kept talking like that...But like he was a mind reader the other backed off causing a stifled whine to escape his throat.
“Ah-ah.” The Queen smugly reprimanded, though want tainted the amusement in his tone. “Not yet. If you cum now, you'll be oversensitive and what is to come will then hurt.”
“Are you ready for me?” He asked as he nearly drew out his fingers completely before driving them back in once more.
Alfred nodded rapidly, at this point he wasn't sure if he was ready or not, he had nothing to compare it to after all, but at this point he needed to relieve the pressure or he would go mad.
“Lovely.” The fingers slowly pulled out, leaving Alfred feeling oddly empty and the presence behind him disappeared.
NO!
Where was he?
No, this isn't okay!
Alfred's head whipped around, eyes straining to see through the dark blue fabric, ears trying to catch the slightest sound but he couldn't figure out where he was. He nearly ripped off the blindfold, oath and tradition be damned. He needed the other; he couldn't leave him now when he wanted him so badly. Then a warm weight draped once more over his back.
“You alright? You looked panicked for a moment.” The baritone whispered reassuringly in his ear, relaxing Al but the owner of the voice sounded worried. “Because we don't have to do this. A little bit of acting on both our parts would have both those idiots believing it’s done and we can try again when you're more comfortable...”
Well that wouldn't do.
The blindfold that previously only seemed to be cumbersome was now a blessing as Alfred wasn't sure he could have had the confidence otherwise. He wasn't sure what he wanted, out of anything in life really, never mind exactly this moment, he just knows he doesn't want to stop, doesn't want this to stop. He fell back to his knees and turned before his hands found his Queens firm hips and he bent to find an equally hard cock.
Good to know he wasn't the only one then.
He opened his mouth slightly and allowed his tongue to dart out, to taste the other. At the stifled gasp, he guessed the other hadn't been expecting that of him and did it again, this time hands came up to tangle in his hair, to encourage him he supposed. So he kept going, licking before swallowing the tip, trying to replicate what had been done on him earlier.
He knew he lacked the other's finesse; his hands clumsy and his efforts even more so, hindered as he was by his lack of sight and experience. But that didn't seem to matter if the quiet words of encouragement and of delight and the even quieter sounds of appreciation were anything to go by.
Slight fingers tugging on his hair made him groan and he leaned back, sitting back up.
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Hearing the crick of the bottle, Alfred suddenly felt very uncertain, looking down at his hands. He wasn't too sure about this part, any text he had read having been rather vague at this point? What position should he be in? What if his husband found his performance to be bad?
Gentle fingers drew his chin up and a warm kiss fell on his lips; “On your back love, if this is what you want.” (He swore his Queen must have known him before, though he couldn't place the voice, as the alternative - that he really was that easy to read - wasn't so good for a King)
He offered a relieved smile in the general direction of the other and leaned back, falling into the pillows and opening his legs invitingly. A light groan broke the silence before warm and oily hands were suddenly running along his torso, tweaking his nipples; tracing every inch of skin before hooking behind his knees, moving him into position. The fingers kneaded at his ass and spread him slightly as they did, until he sent a reproachful look in the general direction of the other, silently demanding he get on with it.
The baritone laughed slightly before acquiescing, shifting slightly and then something that was bigger then the earlier fingers pressed against him.
“Last chance my liege.” His Queen whispered into the still air, “This is what you want?”
Alfred nodded his heart racing with excitement and his pulse singing with the joy and pleasure that seemed to envelop his entire being; this is what he was wanting. Everything this evening had been leading up to this moment.
“Good.”
Then he was being lovingly kissed as the other slipped inside with a low moan, stretching him slightly and leaving behind a slight burn in its wake.
As they were fully joined, he pulled away feeling breathless and weak, his head tipping back as his lips parted in a soundless cry, his hands clenching at the sheets. This is different and yet rather better then what he had been imagining. Alfred was suddenly very grateful for the time taken to stretch him before as he was sure it would've hurt a lot more then this slight sting.
“Take your time.” His Queen breathed into his ear, his voice almost hoarse, full of emotion that Alfred couldn't even begin putting a name to before the man beginning to tease the lobe again with tongue and teeth. “Let me know when you want me to move.”
They were close, so close; Alfred could feel the reassuring weight of the man above him, arms on either side, radiating warmth and comfort. While it did hurt a little, Alfred had never felt more safe or more loved, with a testing shift of his hips, he gave a nod to the other, letting him know he was ready to continue.
It was slow at first, the other testing the waters, rolling his hips slightly in long and languid strokes but soon neither could hold back, there was too much tension between them, too much emotion that they had shared together to do so and it became desperate, fast and slightly rough.
Alfred knew he couldn't last much longer as they got a feverish pace, a pawed slightly at the arms encaging him, desperately trying to communicate what he needed. Knowing the other paused for a moment to shift and undo the ribbon before resuming, a calloused hand stroking him.
He knew he wouldn’t last now, he was too inexperienced and this time it was his voice that broke the silence with a ragged cry, coming all over his stomach and the other's hand.
His Queen then pulled out and a moments later, Alfred felt him cum all over his chest as their lips slid together one more time, expressing all that had been left unsaid between them before both succumbed to sleep.
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One more chapter left :)
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Now you'll have to excuse me, I'm off to change my undies :D
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Their backgrounds and pasts can be and probably are completely different. People aren't any less worthy for not "waiting for the right one". Being experienced doesn't degrade a sexual experience. Virginity isn't the ultimate proof of devotion.
Angry because if I was the author, a comment like this would be hurtful and discouraging, and it definitely can't be counted as constructive criticism.
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(But, um, maybe pick a tense and stay with it? Reading was kinda confusing sometimes...)
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