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"What the..." he hisses and squirms, but she smirks, her legs pushing his thighs apart.
"They, your so-called allies, those lesser states. If they were strong enough, do you think they would still follow you like lapdogs? Or you thought it was because they like you?"
"And you," he says, ignoring the pressure building inside him, "isn't that what you are to that pansy Austria? A lapdog?" Her cheeks fill with color and he knows he probably has crossed the line, but he can't bring himself to care all that much.
"I love him," she says, nails caught in his skin.
"Bullshit," he cries out from the strain.
"He's everything you could only dream to become. You're nothing but a joke, Prussia. No wonder you're always lonely. How long has it been since Friedrich died?" she says, then bites her lower lip before letting go, but even free he doesn't find the release he was longing for.
"Don't you dare to say his name," he spats.
Feeling miserable and in the verge of --he swears those are not tears, the stinging in his eyes, just pure rage coming out his every pore. If only he could lay his hands on her... "I only hope you'll be this loving with that sissy fucker. And to think," he fights her weight but even that it's hard to do, "to think I thought he didn't deserve you. Well, I was fucking wrong. Damn you all."
She remains silent for a while, eyes fixed on his. "Repeat that," she says, reaching for his flank in what almost seems like a caress.
He wiggles, trying to shake off her hand. "What the fuck do you want now? Just go away already. Haven't you had enough fun toying around with me?"
She touches him again, the back of her hand soft against his thigh, and he has to struggle, has to growl, demanding her to get the hell out, but she pretty much ignores him and starts all over again, less teasing and more fondly, if that's even possible coming from her.
"This is rape," he says, but she pays no attention, discards the cravat she has been wearing to reveal the line between her breasts. They start again from the beginning, mouth against mouth, and it's all déjà vu, if only rougher because the shame is still very present in his mind and he has no intention of going suave on her.
He arches his back to rub himself against her, and she answers with a grip much more steady, her fingers picking up precum.
"If you're playing again," he warns her, though it sounds more like an entreaty than he wants to acknowledge.
"No, not this time," Hungary promises and sets the pace, up and down, a set of fingers sliding inside of him, making him moan. She seems to know what she's doing, because it's not long before his eyes become glazed, and if he screams her name at this point it doesn't really matter: he'll deny it to death later. Then she encircles his cock tightly with her free hand, and the dread replaces pleasure. She's going to do it again, isn't she?
"Was I your first?" she coos, and he answers with lips parted, quivering. "Back when you were a prude, a chastity enthusiast," she chuckles, the pink on her cheeks endearing if not for the fact she's laughing. At him. "Was I the first to touch you?"
"That hardly qualifies..." he gasps when the fingers inside him reach the right spot. "A- and I touched... touched your boobs first."
"Not these," she moves from between his legs to his side, most likely so more of her cleavage is to be seen.
"You left me, remember?" Hungary says with dark eyes, her lips a single straight line. Still, she doesn't stop the flow of her movements, one of her legs sliding over his and hips moving against his side.
"You were..." he makes a stop, wondering why does she have to make him talk in these moments.
"...unfair to us. You kicked us out!" he lets out as he finally reaches climax, wetting the both of them. His body trembles with the aftershock.
"My king did," he hears her whisper, and though he can't quite see the look on her face with half-lidded eyes, he can very well picture her disdain. He wonders if she hates him ever since.
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