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“N-No…” America looked at him with - could it be shyness? - in his gaze. Obviously he was far out of his depth, blushing like a schoolgirl. The look on his face made Austria smile.
“Don’t worry. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.”
“I’m not afraid!” America said. “I-I just, you know, I…I might hurt you. Or something.”
“I won’t mind. I quite like pain, you see.” While America goggled at him, Austria reached down and took hold of his hands, leading them up to his waist and letting go. And then he kissed him again. This time America responded quite readily; unsophisticated but eager, like he was with most things, hands tight against Austria’s hips. As the kiss progressed he moved them, pressed them against Austria’s nipples though his shirt. Austria broke the kiss, tongue tracing along America’s cheek.
“I’m not a woman, Alfred. They aren’t very sensitive at all.”
“Oh…well…I thought…” America muttered, obviously embarrassed.
“My sides are, and my back. And the softer you touch, the better. Y-Yes…like that…” He sighed as America proved that he could be gentle when he chose to be, hands creeping up beneath Austria’s shirt. Their kiss resumed, tension building between them as Austria tangled his hands in America’s hair, and America returned the favour by stroking Austria’s back with steady, tender movements.
It was only when Austria shifted his hips and America groaned in response that Austria realised how aroused his fellow country was. He broke their kiss again, licking his lips. “There are condoms and lubricant in my desk drawer.”
America looked at him with apprehension again. “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength,” He said. “So…so…”
“That’s okay, Alfred. Because I’m going to be fucking you, this time.”
He left America gaping after him as he slid off his lap and hurried around to the other side of his desk, wrenching open his bottom drawer, snatching up what he needed before turning to America again. “Bend over the desk.”
“But…”
“No buts, Alfred, do it and do it now. If you want to fuck me, come another day when I’m not busy and I’ll gladly let you, but right now…do as you’re told.”
Austria watched hungrily as America stood, taking a step closer to the desk and leaning over it, resting on his lower arms. He looked delicious; red in the face, sweating just a little, lusty and wild, waiting to be fucked to within an inch of his sanity…
Austria walked around to stand behind him, hands making short work of the buckle of America’s belt, undoing it and his zipper and pushing his trousers down to pool around his ankles, quickly following suit himself. His hands spread over America’s firm buttocks, squeezing gently. America’s whole body tensed in response.
“You’ll have to relax, Alfred, or this might hurt.”
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“Relax. I know what I’m doing.” He plunged the first finger in, and America gasped. “There, that’s not so bad, is it?”
“I guess n-nhn!” America yelped as Austria slid another finger in quickly, slipping them in and out gently. Deliberately, Austria curled his fingers into America’s prostate, smirking as the other country threw his head back with a gasped moan.
“What the Hell…what…oh…shit…” America dropped his head to his hands as Austria teased him with his fingers. One-handed, Austria rolled a condom onto his cock and coated it with lube, biting his lip in anticipation.
He didn’t warn him - that would only give him time to tense up and panic - before removing his fingers and replacing them - slowly - with his cock. America panted beneath him, shuddering as Austria inched inside all the way.
“Is this okay? It doesn’t hurt too much?”
“Feels so weird…” Weird; the word that had inadvertently started this. Austria smiled, leaning down to kiss America’s back.
“If it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop at once.”
“Okay,” America replied, hips straining backwards. Austria wasn’t sure if it was a conscious action or not, but it told him that America wanted him to go on. He slid himself halfway out slowly, and then pushed back in again. America groaned, hands clenching. Austria thrust in and out again, faster, and watched the shiver running up America’s spine.
“Can I go faster than this?”
“Yeah, sure, do it…make it feel like it did before…”
Austria obeyed, driving his hips forward and back, making sure to rub against America’s prostate as he did. Watching him react was amazing; the noises he made - he definitely took after England - and the sharp, twitching movements of his body…
“Shit, Roderich!”
Austria would have replied with a quip about not being into scat play, but he was too absorbed in fucking America as hard and fast as he could to think. He grabbed America’s hips and pulled him back every time he thrust forward, panting as hard as his impromptu lover and throwing his head back, gazing up at the ceiling.
“I’m coming-!” He gasped, dragging America back one last time and holding him there as he came undone. He was shaking, but still aware of America’s need and determined to leave him satisfied. He slipped out of him and pressed his fingers back inside, torturing his prostate as his other hand slipped around America to pump his cock.
America cried out and gasped, shirt stuck to his back with sweat as he thrust his hips uselessly back and forth, all but screaming as he came, hard, into Austria’s hand.
He slumped over the desk as Austria stood back, reaching for a tissue and wiping his hand clean before pulling off the condom, wrapping it in the dirty tissue and tossing it into the bin. That done, he pulled up his trousers and laid a cool hand on America’s back.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…” America’s voice sounded husky; probably it was a result of all that shouting. Austria leaned over him, kissing his temple as he stroked his sweat-damp hair.
“If you’d like a shower, there’s a bathroom attached to this office.”
“Sure.” America straightened up, and for the first time Austria could see his face. Curiosity had definitely won over conservativeness; he looked positively inspired. “When I’m done, you have to teach me some more about fucking in Austria.”
Somehow, Austria knew he wasn’t talking about the town any more.
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So again; brilliantly written. Just...<3 <3 <3
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