In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME

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Something hit his cheek softly, and he opened his eyes to find Cuba kneeling in front of him. Balancing himself on his elbows, Matthew reached up his hands towards the darker man’s cock, marvelling at the beautiful colour against the pinker skin of his fingers. Softly, he brought his tongue against it, his breathing hot and ragged.

Cuba curled a knot of Matthew’s hair in his fist as he sucked, but the youth didn’t mind the slight pain. Even when the darker man forced himself deep into Matthew’s mouth, a deep groan sliding from him as he came, he let him, swallowing before looking up.

The Canadian’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the erotic expression on the darker man’s face. Cuba’s eyes were hooded with pleasure and colour rode high across his cheeks as he looked at the paler man behind Matthew. Ivan leaned forward, and Matthew had to cover his mouth to keep in his gasp. The Russian wore a similar look, his violet eyes hazy, his pale skin flushed a light pink.

Matthew watched the two men press their lips together softly. There was something so absolute, so final in that kiss that the Canadian felt his heart turn over in his chest, and the tears he had so far kept in check began flowing freely down his face.

“Feeling sorry for yourself?” the Cuban asked, breaking away, a hint of bitter amusement in his voice.

Matthew shook his head. “For… you two,” he sobbed, wiping his eyes underneath his glasses with the palms of his hands. He knew the pain of separation all too well.

“For us?” Ivan asked, shock stilling his movements slightly.

Matthew nodded. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust and tears. Communist or not, no one should have to feel that kind of pain.

Ivan wrapped his arms around Matthew’s chest and drew him up so that his back was flush against the Russian’s chest. Matthew had to put an arm around the taller blond’s head to keep balance as the man continued to thrust hard and deep into him, while his other arm was pressed into his eyes, pushing his glasses up onto his forehead, trying to stem the flow of tears.

But a deeply tanned hand slid into his, pulling his arm away from his face, brushing lips against his damply clumped lashes. Cuba’s mouth slid lower, over his throat, over his adam’s apple, into the hollow between his clavicles. The Canadian bit his lip hard, a moan bubbling through his tears as the darker man gently grasped his cock, sliding his thumb over the sensitive tip, smearing precum down the side.

“No… please…” Matthew gasped, but when Cuba slid his mouth over the Canadian’s length, he had to throw his head back over the Russian’s shoulder, his hips jerking automatically. He couldn’t even stop his thighs from trembling, no matter how hard he tried.

It took less than five hard thrusts before Matthew’s entire body went taut, like an electrical current had been run through him, then he was falling, and oh he was coming, he was coming, and he might have been screaming it, but he couldn’t tell because his mind had absolutely no control over his body at that point.

Slowly, slowly, Matthew became aware of his surroundings, of his boneless body draped over the two men, of his carpet-burnt knees and elbows and his throat raw from crying. The world through his tear-swollen eyes seemed disappointingly unchanged considering how much he would have sworn it moved. Hopefully, though, they believed him now.

He smiled softly to himself. Now he would prove his words with his actions.