Re: fill Part I page 16 Austria/Prussia Pianolesson part 4
anonymous
May 12 2009, 11:18:00 UTC
Austria had to withstand the urge to moan when he felt those fingers trying to unbutton his coat. Instead he panted heavily and thought of a way to get out of this room and to a bed. However, he couldn't find a way to get to his bedroom, so instead he slowly rose and tried to shove in the direction of the divan. Prussia may first have thought he was going to push him away, because he tightened his grip, but when he saw the divan he quickly pushed Austria in the right direction.
Gilbert pushed him down, a bit harder may be than he had meant to, because Austria's back faintly hurt, and his head where the door had slammed it. He felt Prussia tongue draw small circles in his neck, as his hands were still busy with his coat. Austria decided to help a little, he started unbuttoning at the bottom, and pulled away his cravat, leaving more neck uncovered. Leaning against the arm of the divan, he tried to pull off his coat. Prussia pulled impatiently at the coat. "Careful..." panted Austria. "That was an expensive one."
It was the first thing he had said since he had told Gilbert to cut it out. (He wished he had never said that.) Finally the coat came off, and Gilbert's hands started to stroke under his shirt. Austria jolted, and couldn't wait any longer. Aggressively he started to unbutton Gilbert's shirt. Would he have that same whiteness under those clothes? Why did those uniforms had so many goddamn buttons? "Oh fuck it." Gilbert broke away from Austria and almost ripped his own uniform away in the haste to get it off. Austria used the moment to get rid of his shoes.
He grasped Prussia's hands again, and put them back under his shirt. Their gasps had grown, louder and faster. Like his etude on the moment of a climax. But.. Not yet. He let out a small groan when the hands traced his nipples. This seemed to excite Gilbert more. He did it again. Prussia's lips were down to his collarbone. And the left hand, traced down to his crotch. If he was going to pull away from this, this would be his last chance. But he wasn't able. He pushed Gilbert's body against his.
He was in a similar trance when he had played the piano. But this, was this how a piano felt? To be played like this? And on top of it, with hands like these... One reached down his pants and started to stroke there.
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Prussia felt the hands arround his back tighten. Heh, piano music? This was the real music. The rhythmic gasps and moans of his good old Austria. He wouldn't need to play the piano anymore if he could play this. He felt Austria move against his hand. O no you won't. Not yet. Oh how he loved how to finally have him where he wanted him, wanting him. Austria's face was flushed red, it almost reminded him of the color of his own eyes. Eyes filled with lust. He wasn't sure what to do next though. Would Austria really let him fuck him? Only the idea made his crotch ache even more.
But would Austria be all right? Would he let him? Heh, there was only one way to be sure. He would make him so crazy he was going to beg for it. He was already on the right track. Awfully slowly, he moved his hand up and down. Austria gasped, and made sounds like he was about to choke. Prussia covered where the sound came from with his own mouth, and felt Austria's heavy breathing inside.
It became hard to think. He had to reach the end soon. But he also had to be careful not to break the lewd look in Austria's eyes. He needed to keep him hypnotized. And what would be better than use that, what had made Austria this way.
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Suddenly, the hand that had stroked him stopped. Austria grabbed it. "Don't stop", he panted. He pulled the hand to his mouth and sucked at the fingers. He felt Gilbert shiver. The smoothness felt even better with his tongue. Then he pulled the hand down again, were it continued to move, faster than before. Austria's head jerked backwards. It was difficult to keep his voice down. He couldn't handle all this anymore. This feeling, this pleasure. He pulled Prussia's head to his mouth. "..In... my coat", he moaned. With his other hand Prussia reached for the coat's pocket. He had found the lube.
Re: fill Part I page 16 Austria/Prussia Pianolesson part 5
anonymous
May 12 2009, 11:22:37 UTC
Austria dug his hands so deep in Gilbert's hair when he was entered by him that he was afraid he might was going to pull it out. The brakes had gone off his moans. He didn't care if anyone would hear this. Prussia moved in the same slow rhythm "P..Prussia", he moaned. "Faster..." He did. This feeling, all of his emotion, burning, dashing through his entire body, but above all, he felt a light, but also heavy feeling. It was the same when he heard a fantastically beautiful piano piece. Down his nerves, like a heavy itch. It ripped right through him. Pain and pleasure collided, Austria felt himself turn crazy when that hand gave a last stroke. A few moments later, Prussia groaned and collapsed on him. With those same hands he gave a last push to a climax. Austria's back bend, and felt his blood for a short moment cut off from his head.
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The feeling, when the Austrian had licked his fingers, Gilbert hadn't see it coming. His senses intensified, and it was impossible to even consider how Austria might was going to feel. He was going to fuck him, he needed to. It was Austria himself who said to look in his coat. Vaguely he wondered why Austria had lube in it, but it didn't mattered any more. He thrust and felt a sharp pain, when Austria pulled his hair. It encouraged him to stretch the moment, to make him suffer. But he couldn't when he heard the Austrian moan his name. He thrust a few times hard and quick and felt himself come. He gave Austria a last stroke, and kept lying on top of him when he pulled out while he heard Austria's climax.
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They silently lied on the divan. Austria was afraid to move, to even say something. It had passed so quickly. With the blood rushing back to his brains, he felt how incredibly stupid he had been. He had given in to Prussia's seduction. Oh no.. he heard the lock of the door. Elizaveta had returned. Gilbert was the first one to move. He slid his clothes partially back on, and locked the door. "What are you...", Austria began. Prussia waved at the grand piano. "Play", he whispered. Austria felt embarrassed when he skipped to the grand piano wearing very little clothing.
"Roderich?" Hungary knocked on the door. "Why did you lock your door?" Prussia stood dead silent. Austria cleared his throat. "I needed all my concentration for this piece." "All right then", she said, and moved off to the kitchen. Austria sighed.
Prussia had fully dressed himself. Austria didn't dare to look in his eyes. "Now get out", he said. Prussia smirked astonished. "What about my piano lesson?" "Gilbert get out!" He opened the window that lead to the garden. "Now!" "Heh, you're going to regret you said that", smirked Gilbert, and he leaped through the window. Austria dressed himself and took the lock of the door. Hungary came in with a vase of flowers.
"Aren't they nice? The friendly old lady gave me a discount." "Sure", Austria said. She looked out of the window. "What the, what's Gilbert doing walking near our house?" She searched something to throw. "It's all right" hushed Austria. "He came by, but I managed to keep him out." Hungary smiled. "That's great."
"Hey Austria!" Austria felt his nerves tighten when Gilbert yelled and waved at them. Hungary yelled back. "He doesn't want you around! Get lost!" Prussia smirked. "Then why does he keep lube in his coat?" Austria's face reddened when Gilbert turned his back and arrogantly walked away while Hungary tugged on his arm to ask how he knew that.
Re: fill Part I page 16 Austria/Prussia Pianolesson part 5
anonymous
May 12 2009, 23:21:42 UTC
XD The thought of Elizaveta having to save Roderich from being molested amuses me to no end. Because really, everyone knows she's the actual 'man' of the relationship. |D *bricked*
This was awesome, as Gilbo would say. Good job, author!anon! *thumbs up*
Gilbert pushed him down, a bit harder may be than he had meant to, because Austria's back faintly hurt, and his head where the door had slammed it. He felt Prussia tongue draw small circles in his neck, as his hands were still busy with his coat. Austria decided to help a little, he started unbuttoning at the bottom, and pulled away his cravat, leaving more neck uncovered. Leaning against the arm of the divan, he tried to pull off his coat. Prussia pulled impatiently at the coat. "Careful..." panted Austria. "That was an expensive one."
It was the first thing he had said since he had told Gilbert to cut it out. (He wished he had never said that.) Finally the coat came off, and Gilbert's hands started to stroke under his shirt. Austria jolted, and couldn't wait any longer. Aggressively he started to unbutton Gilbert's shirt. Would he have that same whiteness under those clothes? Why did those uniforms had so many goddamn buttons? "Oh fuck it." Gilbert broke away from Austria and almost ripped his own uniform away in the haste to get it off. Austria used the moment to get rid of his shoes.
He grasped Prussia's hands again, and put them back under his shirt. Their gasps had grown, louder and faster. Like his etude on the moment of a climax. But.. Not yet. He let out a small groan when the hands traced his nipples. This seemed to excite Gilbert more. He did it again. Prussia's lips were down to his collarbone. And the left hand, traced down to his crotch. If he was going to pull away from this, this would be his last chance. But he wasn't able. He pushed Gilbert's body against his.
He was in a similar trance when he had played the piano. But this, was this how a piano felt? To be played like this? And on top of it, with hands like these... One reached down his pants and started to stroke there.
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Prussia felt the hands arround his back tighten. Heh, piano music? This was the real music. The rhythmic gasps and moans of his good old Austria. He wouldn't need to play the piano anymore if he could play this. He felt Austria move against his hand. O no you won't. Not yet. Oh how he loved how to finally have him where he wanted him, wanting him. Austria's face was flushed red, it almost reminded him of the color of his own eyes. Eyes filled with lust. He wasn't sure what to do next though. Would Austria really let him fuck him? Only the idea made his crotch ache even more.
But would Austria be all right? Would he let him? Heh, there was only one way to be sure. He would make him so crazy he was going to beg for it. He was already on the right track. Awfully slowly, he moved his hand up and down. Austria gasped, and made sounds like he was about to choke. Prussia covered where the sound came from with his own mouth, and felt Austria's heavy breathing inside.
It became hard to think. He had to reach the end soon. But he also had to be careful not to break the lewd look in Austria's eyes. He needed to keep him hypnotized. And what would be better than use that, what had made Austria this way.
--
Suddenly, the hand that had stroked him stopped. Austria grabbed it. "Don't stop", he panted. He pulled the hand to his mouth and sucked at the fingers. He felt Gilbert shiver. The smoothness felt even better with his tongue. Then he pulled the hand down again, were it continued to move, faster than before. Austria's head jerked backwards. It was difficult to keep his voice down. He couldn't handle all this anymore. This feeling, this pleasure. He pulled Prussia's head to his mouth. "..In... my coat", he moaned. With his other hand Prussia reached for the coat's pocket. He had found the lube.
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The feeling, when the Austrian had licked his fingers, Gilbert hadn't see it coming. His senses intensified, and it was impossible to even consider how Austria might was going to feel. He was going to fuck him, he needed to. It was Austria himself who said to look in his coat. Vaguely he wondered why Austria had lube in it, but it didn't mattered any more. He thrust and felt a sharp pain, when Austria pulled his hair. It encouraged him to stretch the moment, to make him suffer. But he couldn't when he heard the Austrian moan his name. He thrust a few times hard and quick and felt himself come. He gave Austria a last stroke, and kept lying on top of him when he pulled out while he heard Austria's climax.
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They silently lied on the divan. Austria was afraid to move, to even say something. It had passed so quickly. With the blood rushing back to his brains, he felt how incredibly stupid he had been. He had given in to Prussia's seduction. Oh no.. he heard the lock of the door. Elizaveta had returned. Gilbert was the first one to move. He slid his clothes partially back on, and locked the door. "What are you...", Austria began. Prussia waved at the grand piano. "Play", he whispered. Austria felt embarrassed when he skipped to the grand piano wearing very little clothing.
"Roderich?" Hungary knocked on the door. "Why did you lock your door?" Prussia stood dead silent. Austria cleared his throat. "I needed all my concentration for this piece." "All right then", she said, and moved off to the kitchen. Austria sighed.
Prussia had fully dressed himself. Austria didn't dare to look in his eyes. "Now get out", he said. Prussia smirked astonished. "What about my piano lesson?" "Gilbert get out!" He opened the window that lead to the garden. "Now!"
"Heh, you're going to regret you said that", smirked Gilbert, and he leaped through the window. Austria dressed himself and took the lock of the door. Hungary came in with a vase of flowers.
"Aren't they nice? The friendly old lady gave me a discount." "Sure", Austria said. She looked out of the window. "What the, what's Gilbert doing walking near our house?" She searched something to throw. "It's all right" hushed Austria. "He came by, but I managed to keep him out."
Hungary smiled. "That's great."
"Hey Austria!" Austria felt his nerves tighten when Gilbert yelled and waved at them. Hungary yelled back. "He doesn't want you around! Get lost!" Prussia smirked. "Then why does he keep lube in his coat?" Austria's face reddened when Gilbert turned his back and arrogantly walked away while Hungary tugged on his arm to ask how he knew that.
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Oh man, that was HOT!!!! Nice work, anon!!
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This was awesome, as Gilbo would say. Good job, author!anon! *thumbs up*
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