"Yes!" he said quickly. "You're probably the only person I would trust with my life."
She pulled away to look him in the face. "How am I supposed to believe that when you go off on official business without me?"
His eyes widened, lost in the lusty sea green in front of him. The thought of the isolation he'd caused her made his stomach sink. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
Hungary had never been very good with words and her actions always spoke loudly enough. The rough hands of a warrior steadily began undoing the buttons of his jacket. Too many layers of clothes...far too many layers of clothing required by the elite. Once his jacket was off and discarded, Hungary's hands followed a path to the muslin cravat at his neck, kissing the space where it met skin.
Deliberately, she pulled and it tightened with ease and promise. She stopped short of cutting off his air, letting her pause hang like a question mark.
Never in all his life could he remember his heart beating so fast as when he pondered the length of cloth around his neck and letting her tighten it completely. Something about knowing she would stop, something about knowing she would let no harm come to him, made him lean downwards and kiss her in response.
Hungary's body began moving in tandem to his as she experimentally twisted the cloth around so the trailing ends were along the back of his neck. Gently, slowly, she pulled until he could no longer inhale. It hurt. His chest began to burn almost immediately while his neck involuntarily fought the pressure. For a moment, he forgot where he was and what he was trying to do, and could only focus on the fact that he couldn't breathe.
After a few moments, she released him and met his gasping breaths with a few gentle kisses around the corners of his mouth. "Do you want me to go on?"
He pondered his throbbing neck, and then his throbbing cock and the smell of Hungary's arousal in the air. "Yes."
Hungary grabbed the lapels of his vest and pulled him towards the bed (at last). Before he knew what had happened, she had lain him face down on the mattress and jerked off the aforementioned article of clothing. A few buttons flew off and arched somewhere in the room. All the while, Hungary straddled him, the naked vertex of her thighs rubbing against his body.
He heard her reach for something under the bed and was a little surprised when he felt the rough hemp of a thick rope snaking their way around his wrists. As she gave a final jerk to complete the knots, he practically came at the thought of his own restriction and the anticipation of everything she would do. What else did she have planned?
Through his thin undershirt, he could feel her kisses as she worked her way towards his hands. Teeth gripped the leather gloves he still wore, working one off at a time and tossing them to some forgotten corner of the room. Something soft and wet and warm encircled his fingers, one at a time, her teeth occasionally nibbling on the tips and making him whine with every breath. Austria very much hoped she'd let him be inside of her when they came, but
Then she slid up his body, her hands finding the cravat again at the same time he felt her sex grinding into his moistened fingers. Austria did his part, moving his fingers against the swollen nub. Even though he couldn't see her face, he knew the look of lazy euphoria that caused her eyes to half close.
Again, her soft lips found his neck, licking the space near his jaw. "If you need me to stop, just stop...t-touching me."
The cravat tightened like a noose around his neck and lifted his head from the silk sheets. On reflex, his bound arms tried to separate but couldn't. Pure will power managed to keep massaging her even as she pulled harder. A few noises escaped his mouth, but nothing of significance from his smothered vocals. Austria focused on her clit and the rotating of her hips, on the wetness coming preemptively into his own pants even as the warmth in his chest became painful. Writhing against the pressure on his neck, he found his cock rubbing against the firmness of the mattress; he realized how close he truly was. Involuntarily, as he fought the darkness edging in from the sides of his vision, tears began to slip down his cheeks.
Hungary stopped. Austria's head slammed back onto the mattress and he grasped and choked for fresh oxygen. "Why did you stop?" he wheezed.
"You're crying." She said, she was concerned, even if desire was still laced with her words.
"It's not a problem. Please-please lets continue."
Her weight shifted and he groaned when the heat left his soaked hands. She grabbed another thing stuffed under one side of the bed.
He felt the weight of his glasses removed. A single strip of silky black was wrapped around his eyes, completely taking away his already limited vision. Vaguely, he thought of men being blindfolded before they were hanged. It gave him a moment of panic...but then he reminded himself that he trusted Hungary completely and needed to prove that he trusted her; she was his lover, not his executioner or assassin. "This is fine," he assured her.
"That's good," she whispered. Grinding into his hands again, she began to return some of the warmth that had been lost during the intermission.
This time, the necktie tightened slowly, choking him little by little as they were brought back into the heat of the moment.
Hungary flipped her body up and away, using the muslin to drag him to his knees. Just when he'd been getting used to the pain of having something wrapped around his neck, the sudden jerk backwards would have made him scream if he had any breath to do it with. She was getting lost in her moment of command; her body found his twisting hands and steadied them so he could remember what he was supposed to be doing.
He realized the purpose of the change in position when her spare hand began to work the buttons on his trousers and dig towards the erection. She stroked him with one hand and choked him with another, using her elbow as leverage to pull harder on the tie.
The pace of her grinding increased the closer she came to coming, so did the rapidness of her hand on his cock. When at last she stiffened and shivered violently against his back, yanking the cravat violently. He'd thought it couldn't tighten anymore. He shook against the pressure in his hands and against his neck. The pain and the brutal heat in his chest coalesced with the ache in his cock. The warmth overtook him at the same time bright, colorful lights filled his veiled eyes.
They both collapsed to the sheets as she released him. Austria hacked and coughed as he rode out his own pleasure. The blindfold was removed, and he found himself staring into the pleased eyes of his wife.
There's something very refined about the way you wrote this, and it fits in so well. This was wonderful! Loved the imagery, adored the way you described Hungary as strong and warrior-like, and this isn't a kink of mine but it was still fabulously hot. ♥!
I don't normally go for kinks that are similar to bdsm, but I must say this was written out quite well. You presented this in a well-written precise manner and it didn't squick me in the slightest... it only made this fic hotter imho lol Good job~
She pulled away to look him in the face. "How am I supposed to believe that when you go off on official business without me?"
His eyes widened, lost in the lusty sea green in front of him. The thought of the isolation he'd caused her made his stomach sink. "What can I do to make it up to you?"
Hungary had never been very good with words and her actions always spoke loudly enough. The rough hands of a warrior steadily began undoing the buttons of his jacket. Too many layers of clothes...far too many layers of clothing required by the elite. Once his jacket was off and discarded, Hungary's hands followed a path to the muslin cravat at his neck, kissing the space where it met skin.
Deliberately, she pulled and it tightened with ease and promise. She stopped short of cutting off his air, letting her pause hang like a question mark.
Never in all his life could he remember his heart beating so fast as when he pondered the length of cloth around his neck and letting her tighten it completely. Something about knowing she would stop, something about knowing she would let no harm come to him, made him lean downwards and kiss her in response.
Hungary's body began moving in tandem to his as she experimentally twisted the cloth around so the trailing ends were along the back of his neck. Gently, slowly, she pulled until he could no longer inhale. It hurt. His chest began to burn almost immediately while his neck involuntarily fought the pressure. For a moment, he forgot where he was and what he was trying to do, and could only focus on the fact that he couldn't breathe.
After a few moments, she released him and met his gasping breaths with a few gentle kisses around the corners of his mouth. "Do you want me to go on?"
He pondered his throbbing neck, and then his throbbing cock and the smell of Hungary's arousal in the air. "Yes."
Hungary grabbed the lapels of his vest and pulled him towards the bed (at last). Before he knew what had happened, she had lain him face down on the mattress and jerked off the aforementioned article of clothing. A few buttons flew off and arched somewhere in the room. All the while, Hungary straddled him, the naked vertex of her thighs rubbing against his body.
He heard her reach for something under the bed and was a little surprised when he felt the rough hemp of a thick rope snaking their way around his wrists. As she gave a final jerk to complete the knots, he practically came at the thought of his own restriction and the anticipation of everything she would do. What else did she have planned?
Through his thin undershirt, he could feel her kisses as she worked her way towards his hands. Teeth gripped the leather gloves he still wore, working one off at a time and tossing them to some forgotten corner of the room. Something soft and wet and warm encircled his fingers, one at a time, her teeth occasionally nibbling on the tips and making him whine with every breath. Austria very much hoped she'd let him be inside of her when they came, but
Then she slid up his body, her hands finding the cravat again at the same time he felt her sex grinding into his moistened fingers. Austria did his part, moving his fingers against the swollen nub. Even though he couldn't see her face, he knew the look of lazy euphoria that caused her eyes to half close.
Again, her soft lips found his neck, licking the space near his jaw. "If you need me to stop, just stop...t-touching me."
It was the only warning she gave him.
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Hungary stopped. Austria's head slammed back onto the mattress and he grasped and choked for fresh oxygen. "Why did you stop?" he wheezed.
"You're crying." She said, she was concerned, even if desire was still laced with her words.
"It's not a problem. Please-please lets continue."
Her weight shifted and he groaned when the heat left his soaked hands. She grabbed another thing stuffed under one side of the bed.
He felt the weight of his glasses removed. A single strip of silky black was wrapped around his eyes, completely taking away his already limited vision. Vaguely, he thought of men being blindfolded before they were hanged. It gave him a moment of panic...but then he reminded himself that he trusted Hungary completely and needed to prove that he trusted her; she was his lover, not his executioner or assassin. "This is fine," he assured her.
"That's good," she whispered. Grinding into his hands again, she began to return some of the warmth that had been lost during the intermission.
This time, the necktie tightened slowly, choking him little by little as they were brought back into the heat of the moment.
Hungary flipped her body up and away, using the muslin to drag him to his knees. Just when he'd been getting used to the pain of having something wrapped around his neck, the sudden jerk backwards would have made him scream if he had any breath to do it with. She was getting lost in her moment of command; her body found his twisting hands and steadied them so he could remember what he was supposed to be doing.
He realized the purpose of the change in position when her spare hand began to work the buttons on his trousers and dig towards the erection. She stroked him with one hand and choked him with another, using her elbow as leverage to pull harder on the tie.
The pace of her grinding increased the closer she came to coming, so did the rapidness of her hand on his cock. When at last she stiffened and shivered violently against his back, yanking the cravat violently. He'd thought it couldn't tighten anymore. He shook against the pressure in his hands and against his neck. The pain and the brutal heat in his chest coalesced with the ache in his cock. The warmth overtook him at the same time bright, colorful lights filled his veiled eyes.
They both collapsed to the sheets as she released him. Austria hacked and coughed as he rode out his own pleasure. The blindfold was removed, and he found himself staring into the pleased eyes of his wife.
Austria knew he'd have bruises in the morning.
Good thing he wore a cravat.
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