Take flight 2/4
anonymous
December 4 2010, 02:07:39 UTC
(oops, character count fail)
Five hours later, even Germany had to admit that there was some truth to his brother's complaints. The food hadn't been bad, exactly, but it was very bland. And while flying coach looked sensibly economic and responsible on paper, he hadn't expected the seats to be quite this cramped.
Fidgeting again, Germany wondered if he could somehow slip off the plane and leg it through Russia's house. At least he would get some fresh air there.
"Mhrm..." his brother mumbled, giving him a light swat on the arm.
After he'd watched his movie, Prussia had badgered the cabin personal until they gave him one of the coloring books for children, then went through the tax-free catalog again, before falling asleep against Germany's shoulder.
"Sorry," Germany whispered, "didn't mean to wake you."
"Nah, not really asleep," Prussia said, though his huge yawn belied that statement. "Not properly. Keep getting cramp in my leg."
"Me too," he admitted. "These seats were a lot roomier last I used a regular aircraft service."
"Huh, and when was that? 1965?"
"...about a decade later," Germany admitted. "Francis invited me to take a trip on his Concorde when he opened up the regular trips."
"Yeah, well, say what you will about the old bastard, but he knows how to travel in style. And how to serve decent grub." Prussia sat up straighter, wincing at the cracking sound his neck made when he attempted to stretch.
"Aw, dammit. I need to stretch my legs," he muttered.
"So do I." Germany looked around in the darkened coach area. "I just wish there was a way to really move a little without waking everyone else up..."
"Well..." Prussia bent so close that Germany felt his breath as small puffs of warmth against his ear. "You could join me for some exercise in the loo? Ah, but of course, that would be way too undignified for my West, eh?"
Perhaps the height they were at had caused some kind of oxygen deprivation in Germany's brain. Perhaps it was because his internal clock knew it was hours past midnight and he still found himself unable to fall asleep. More likely, it was the prospect of staring at the back of a flight seat for another seven hours while slowly losing all sensation in his legs, that made Germany's sanity take a leap out through one of the tiny, closed windows.
Whatever the reason, he sighed, shrugged and said, "Sure. Why the hell not?"
"What?" Now Prussia was all awake, squinting at him through the low lightning as if he suspected Germany of growing a second head. "Seriously? You want to-" he lowered his voice, "You really wanna go screw in? In the toilet?"
"Ehm... Yes?" Fidgeting a bit more, this time in slight embarrassment, Germany tried to explain his reasoning. "Look, everyone seems to be asleep. And there are several toilets... And. All right. Honestly? I'm dying of boredom here."
"And leg-cramp, I bet," Prussia said with a smirk. "Well, you're not gonna hear me complain!"
"Shush! We only do this," Germany said with a forbidding frown, "if you keep your voice down."
Laying a finger over his lips, Prussia grinned and nodded. It only took him a few minutes to dig out his little bag of lube and then he bent closer to Germany.
"Get up when I go, but go in the other direction and make a round. I'll make sure to grab the one on the right-hand side in the back, yeah?"
"Fine."
Once he was actually walking through the aisle, Germany's nerves caught up with him. He was going to have semi-public sex. In a bathroom not even the size of his smallest cleaning closet. With another man - oh, right, who also happened to be his brother, although (thank God) they had different last names printed in their passports.
Seeing the closed and locked door, he almost fled. But chickening out, once he'd committed himself to something, was not his way either. By using all his determination, Germany he managed to rap the door once.
It unlocked at once, and with a nervous glance around the dark aircraft, Germany slipped in.
Take flight 3/4
anonymous
December 4 2010, 02:08:56 UTC
"You actually showed up," Prussia said happily, not appearing in the least bothered by the cramped quarters. "You know what this reminds me of? Doing it in a submarine!"
Making sure that the door was properly locked behind them, Germany shook his head. "I don't even want to know when or why you tried that... No, really. Tell me later, if you have to!"
"Fine, fine," Prussia said, wrapping his arms around Germany - not that he had much choice, given how they were almost standing on each other. "But I will tell you, cuz it's an awesome story of my spectacularness! Also, kinda hot."
"I'm sure," he agreed distractedly and tried not to push an elbow into the wall. "Damn! This is really ridiculously cramped, brother. How are we supposed to fit?"
"Duh, the usual way!"
"Very funny." He poked Prussia in the ribs, finding one of his ticklish points almost immediately.
Prussia snorted with laughter and tried to get away, only to almost fall over the toilet.
"See?" Germany complained. "Thought I could bend you over the... sink seems a bit generous, but the washing area? But that just won't work"
"Uh, yeah, that's true."
They both gave the miniscule basin a look, before Prussia wiggled and turned around so that he was standing with his back against Germany.
"Like this then, over the toilet?" Demonstrating, Prussia bent forward and braced himself against the wall.
"Hmm... that has potential," he agreed, slipping a hand between Prussia's legs. His other hand slowly trailed up beneath the soft fabric of Prussia's hoodie, stroking the firm stomach muscles.
"Tha's nice, really nice!" Prussia pressed back against Germany, spreading his legs wider.
He fumbled with his belt-buckle for a moment, before Germany gave him a hand. Not wanting to get distracted at a later time, Germany made sure to open his own trousers too, before returning to exploring Prussia's body.
He loved this, the mixture of familiarity and new experiences that being with Prussia meant. Even something as crazy as this... Gently biting him on the neck, Germany slipped a hand down Prussia's jeans and found that he appeared, once again, to have forgotten his underwear. This motion elicited a jerk and a happy sigh.
"Well, well," Germany mumbled, still nibbling and licking the sensitive spot on Prussia's neck now and then. "Someone was confident they could convince me, hm?"
"Oh, you know," Prussia laughed, if a little breathlessly, "where there's life, there's hope. Besides, once you get going, we both know you can be amazingly kinky."
Germany neglected to reply to that, instead pushing down Prussia's trousers.
Oh yes, now this was pleasant; Prussia's predilection for large, baggy sweaters and sloppy jackets when he couldn't wear a uniform usually annoyed Germany. It looked far too untidy, not to mention it hid one of Prussia's best assets... But like this, with the jeans pooled around his feet and the red sweater covering most of him, while teasingly revealing the barest hint of a lovely pale curve of flesh? Oh yes, like this, Germany could come to appreciate even those dratted hoodies.
"Yes," Prussia hissed, as Germany's hand came to rest on his ass, "oh yeah, West."
"You will be silent," Germany cautioned, pressing his growing erection against Prussia's ass. "I don't want anyone to hear us!"
"Sorry, sorry... but I'm kind of unable to do much from here, you know?"
"Hmpf, then you should be able to concentrate on keeping your mouth shut. Although..."
He turned things over in his mind for a moment. But, yes that should work. And feel really hot too, unless he was mistaken.
"You could start preparing," Germany suggested. He cupped Prussia's left cheek in his hand and gave it a meaningful squeeze. "I think I can keep my hands occupied elsewhere... What do you say?" While speaking, he'd let his other hand slip up beneath the t-shirt, until it found the tight - and deliciously sensitive, Germany knew - nubs of Prussia's nipples. Now, he slowly pinched one, rolling it none-too-gently between his fingers
"Ngh!"
"I'll take that as a yes," Germany breathed into Prussia's ear, feeling him shiver in reply.
Take flight 4/?
anonymous
December 4 2010, 02:10:29 UTC
While Prussia fumbled for the lube, the little jars waiting for them on the toilet lid, Germany continued to play with his nipples. Alternating between gentle, warming touches and sharper little pinches, he knew this was a perfect way to drive Prussia wild.
The cramped quarters forcing them together and the knowledge that, at any time, someone could knock on the door and ask what the hell was going on in there, created an unusual eagerness in Germany. Usually he could spend a lot of time on foreplay, finding almost as much pleasure in denying himself as in teasing Prussia (who had no patience, ever, much to Germany's chagrin). Now, however, the fear of discovery drove him on. To his surprise, he realized that he didn't mind it either, enjoying this forced change of pace more than he could have guessed.
Prussia's finger touched his cock for a moment. A slick, promising little touch, and Germany had to bite his lip to keep back his own too vocal show of pleasure.
"You're right," he mumbled against Prussia's hair instead, "this is fun."
"See?" Prussia said, a little too loudly for Germany's peace of mind. "All my ideas are awesome!"
"No, brother. But I'll grant you that this one has several merits."
Then he helped Prussia's slick hand into position, pressing his fingers against that tempting hole.
The deep groan this caused went straight to Germany's cock. He didn't even find it in him to complain about the noise level. Instead he released the pert nipples, and moved to silence Prussia's undisciplined mouth.
"Shush," he murmured. "Let me help you..."
The way Prussia's tongue came out to lick his hand wasn't unexpected, but nevertheless pleased Germany a great deal. He let him suck at two fingers, feeling the thrilling likeness between this act and another fill him with heath.
"That's it," Germany coaxed, releasing Prussia's hand and instead taking a grip of his cock. "Suck me, taste me... open yourself up."
When Prussia had to bend down slightly for more lube, it caused some awkward shuffling, but Germany held on to him, feeling his cock grow harder in his hand.
From the way Prussia arched against him, to the slight hitch in his rhythm, Germany could guess he was touching himself again and he let himself mourn the impossibility at seeing Prussia fuck his own hole with slick fingers. That image was one of his favorites, and he had a feeling he'd need to compensate for missing it rather rapidly once they'd arrived at their destination.
When Prussia lent further forward, to brace himself better against the wall, Germany followed suit. If he bent his knees just a little, his cock would rest so nicely between Prussia's legs. He began moving back and forth, feeling the unusual impatience build even further inside of him as he thrust against the toned thighs, sometimes nudging Prussia's balls.
Nor was he the only one to get impatient, if the little nip Prussia gave him was any indication.
"Prepared already?" Germany asked, squeezing the firm cock in his hand. Oh yes, Prussia's arousal certainly indicated that he was more than ready... But they'd had enough little mishaps due to his brother's impatience leading to sloppy preparations, and he wasn't about to make him sit through hours of that kind of pain.
So, when Germany asked, Prussia only grumbled something incomprehensible around his fingers, before he grabbed more lube.
This time, however, his newly-slicked hand found Germany's cock, covering him and coating him with wonderful smoothness.
"Oh, fuck," Germany groaned, giving Prussia a punishing bite on the shoulder when the crazy devil scraped a nail along the length of him.
"Mmfh!" Prussia agreed, pushing his ass backwards in an unmistakable gesture.
"Lube," Germany demanded, "now!"
Together, they found one of the last little jars, and dumped the contents over Germany's fingers. Knowing Prussia's fondness of biting in the heath of passion, he also found it prudent to remove his fingers and simply clap a hand over that dear, uncouth mouth.
"Touch me," Germany said, before pressing three fingers into Prussia. Warm, slick and perfectly able to take him, Prussia easily opened up for his demanding touch, releasing a number of hungry little noises and rocking back in eager acceptance.
Take flight 5/5
anonymous
December 4 2010, 02:11:16 UTC
His hand fumbled a little around Germany's cock, but soon he was stroking him, eagerly lubing him up. When Prussia pressed the head of his cock against his own balls, letting Germany feel how tight and ready they were, while he released the most delectable little whines beneath Germany's palm his limit was reached. It was the work of moments to withdraw his fingers and angle up his cock. Though tremblingly impatient to slip into that waiting heath, he forced himself to wait until the other had found support with both arms against the wall.
"Open up now," Germany said, "dearest, open yourself to me." Then he clamped a hand around Prussia's hip, thrusting into the eager hole.
The sweet friction, the tightness around him pulsing with warmth, was almost too much for his control too. Germany hurried to silence his noises, pressing his own mouth above his collar, tasting the skin where where Prussia's shoulders turned into neck. God, it was so good! Unconsciously, his mouth opened and he bit the muscle with barely controlled force.
They were moving together, Prussia eagerly taking his thrusts and spreading his legs wider for more. His knees made the occasional rattling sound against the toilet, but Germany was too far gone to care.
Every time he entered Prussia fully, the fierce warmth enveloping his sex spread through his entire being. Withdrawing was a minor shock, the dry, cool air of the plane making him shiver - but withdraw he did, almost fully leaving Prussia every time, holding the other in place with his hand. Then, once he felt as if even the tip was about to slip out, he thrust back in, abandoning himself to the powerful motion fully. So good, so right, how they fit together - Prussia straining just enough beneath him for Germany to have to keep hold of them both, the tightness of him distracting and tempting and far too good.
Deeper, faster, more, Prussia begged with every clench of his muscles, in every little noise that escaped Germany's punishing grip. More, Germany's body replied with every powerful thrust, yes, more and deeper and now; so, spiraling ever deeper into their mutual desire, their pace increased. Until Germany just had to let go of Prussia's mouth, grip his hips with both hands and slam into him, almost all thoughts of discretion and control forgotten.
"Shh," he managed to hiss against the lovely, sweaty throat, "remember - shh!" Another few thrusts, until the the need broke through all dams. Germany buried himself inside Prussia one final time, feeling himself unravel as he came.
A few more thrusts, as the last of his seed was released, and he put a helping hand on Prussia's rock-hard cock. After only a few strokes, he too was coming; amazingly silent, though his entire body shook within the comforting confines of Germany's arm.
Feeling the last Prussia's wetness spill over his hand, Germany cradled his brother close and allowed himself to float on the aftershocks of pleasure.
"That was..." he finally began, a rare lazy softness rolling through him. "This was a really great idea."
"Sweet. Told you 'm awesome," Prussia replied, a strange lisp to his words.
"All right, there?"
"Pfah, it's nothing, West," he replied. When Prussia turned, however, he revealed that he'd bitten his own lip quite bloody.
"Brother!"
"That," Prussia said with a wince, "kinda sounds really weird when you've still got your cock up my ass."
"Be serious!" Germany frowned, although he withdrew. Reaching for some paper, he stroked the abused lip gently with his other hand. "That looks quite deep."
"Nah, it's nothing... But maybe we should bring a gag for the next time?"
"What next time?"
"Well..." Prussia gave him a lazy, well-fucked smirk. "We are flying home, aren't we?"
Author!Anon, if you do not marry me this second I will DIE.
GUUUUH THIS WAS HOT. THIS WAS HOTTER THAN HOT! THIS WAS EPIC HOT 8DDDD It's so brilliantly in character and perfect described! So with that, I will be in my bunk.
kinda busy now, but (making no promises) I guess I could see about filling that return trip. in case this part fills up before I have time, I'll post about it in the past-part fills
Re: Take flight 5/5
anonymous
December 4 2010, 23:43:50 UTC
That was awesome :D
Write the plane back, please? "This is your captain speaking. We appear to be flying through some turbulence; please sit back down and fasten your seatbelts."
Re: Take flight 5/5
anonymous
January 17 2011, 19:17:26 UTC
Oops, posted this in the wrong place. Oh my gosh. And I don't even ship this pairing. All of this was hot and well-written and so far removed from the usual lemon-handbook, but I'm just going to pick out my one favourite line: 'You know what this reminds me of? Doing it in a submarine!' Anon, why so perfect? Because you KNOW that with all the wars and stuff that went on nations totally did it in submarines. Brilliant touch. Just brilliant.
Five hours later, even Germany had to admit that there was some truth to his brother's complaints. The food hadn't been bad, exactly, but it was very bland. And while flying coach looked sensibly economic and responsible on paper, he hadn't expected the seats to be quite this cramped.
Fidgeting again, Germany wondered if he could somehow slip off the plane and leg it through Russia's house. At least he would get some fresh air there.
"Mhrm..." his brother mumbled, giving him a light swat on the arm.
After he'd watched his movie, Prussia had badgered the cabin personal until they gave him one of the coloring books for children, then went through the tax-free catalog again, before falling asleep against Germany's shoulder.
"Sorry," Germany whispered, "didn't mean to wake you."
"Nah, not really asleep," Prussia said, though his huge yawn belied that statement. "Not properly. Keep getting cramp in my leg."
"Me too," he admitted. "These seats were a lot roomier last I used a regular aircraft service."
"Huh, and when was that? 1965?"
"...about a decade later," Germany admitted. "Francis invited me to take a trip on his Concorde when he opened up the regular trips."
"Yeah, well, say what you will about the old bastard, but he knows how to travel in style. And how to serve decent grub." Prussia sat up straighter, wincing at the cracking sound his neck made when he attempted to stretch.
"Aw, dammit. I need to stretch my legs," he muttered.
"So do I." Germany looked around in the darkened coach area. "I just wish there was a way to really move a little without waking everyone else up..."
"Well..." Prussia bent so close that Germany felt his breath as small puffs of warmth against his ear. "You could join me for some exercise in the loo? Ah, but of course, that would be way too undignified for my West, eh?"
Perhaps the height they were at had caused some kind of oxygen deprivation in Germany's brain. Perhaps it was because his internal clock knew it was hours past midnight and he still found himself unable to fall asleep.
More likely, it was the prospect of staring at the back of a flight seat for another seven hours while slowly losing all sensation in his legs, that made Germany's sanity take a leap out through one of the tiny, closed windows.
Whatever the reason, he sighed, shrugged and said,
"Sure. Why the hell not?"
"What?" Now Prussia was all awake, squinting at him through the low lightning as if he suspected Germany of growing a second head. "Seriously? You want to-" he lowered his voice, "You really wanna go screw in? In the toilet?"
"Ehm... Yes?" Fidgeting a bit more, this time in slight embarrassment, Germany tried to explain his reasoning.
"Look, everyone seems to be asleep. And there are several toilets... And. All right. Honestly? I'm dying of boredom here."
"And leg-cramp, I bet," Prussia said with a smirk. "Well, you're not gonna hear me complain!"
"Shush! We only do this," Germany said with a forbidding frown, "if you keep your voice down."
Laying a finger over his lips, Prussia grinned and nodded. It only took him a few minutes to dig out his little bag of lube and then he bent closer to Germany.
"Get up when I go, but go in the other direction and make a round. I'll make sure to grab the one on the right-hand side in the back, yeah?"
"Fine."
Once he was actually walking through the aisle, Germany's nerves caught up with him. He was going to have semi-public sex. In a bathroom not even the size of his smallest cleaning closet. With another man - oh, right, who also happened to be his brother, although (thank God) they had different last names printed in their passports.
Seeing the closed and locked door, he almost fled. But chickening out, once he'd committed himself to something, was not his way either. By using all his determination, Germany he managed to rap the door once.
It unlocked at once, and with a nervous glance around the dark aircraft, Germany slipped in.
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Making sure that the door was properly locked behind them, Germany shook his head.
"I don't even want to know when or why you tried that... No, really. Tell me later, if you have to!"
"Fine, fine," Prussia said, wrapping his arms around Germany - not that he had much choice, given how they were almost standing on each other.
"But I will tell you, cuz it's an awesome story of my spectacularness! Also, kinda hot."
"I'm sure," he agreed distractedly and tried not to push an elbow into the wall. "Damn! This is really ridiculously cramped, brother. How are we supposed to fit?"
"Duh, the usual way!"
"Very funny." He poked Prussia in the ribs, finding one of his ticklish points almost immediately.
Prussia snorted with laughter and tried to get away, only to almost fall over the toilet.
"See?" Germany complained. "Thought I could bend you over the... sink seems a bit generous, but the washing area? But that just won't work"
"Uh, yeah, that's true."
They both gave the miniscule basin a look, before Prussia wiggled and turned around so that he was standing with his back against Germany.
"Like this then, over the toilet?" Demonstrating, Prussia bent forward and braced himself against the wall.
"Hmm... that has potential," he agreed, slipping a hand between Prussia's legs. His other hand slowly trailed up beneath the soft fabric of Prussia's hoodie, stroking the firm stomach muscles.
"Tha's nice, really nice!" Prussia pressed back against Germany, spreading his legs wider.
He fumbled with his belt-buckle for a moment, before Germany gave him a hand. Not wanting to get distracted at a later time, Germany made sure to open his own trousers too, before returning to exploring Prussia's body.
He loved this, the mixture of familiarity and new experiences that being with Prussia meant. Even something as crazy as this...
Gently biting him on the neck, Germany slipped a hand down Prussia's jeans and found that he appeared, once again, to have forgotten his underwear. This motion elicited a jerk and a happy sigh.
"Well, well," Germany mumbled, still nibbling and licking the sensitive spot on Prussia's neck now and then. "Someone was confident they could convince me, hm?"
"Oh, you know," Prussia laughed, if a little breathlessly, "where there's life, there's hope. Besides, once you get going, we both know you can be amazingly kinky."
Germany neglected to reply to that, instead pushing down Prussia's trousers.
Oh yes, now this was pleasant; Prussia's predilection for large, baggy sweaters and sloppy jackets when he couldn't wear a uniform usually annoyed Germany. It looked far too untidy, not to mention it hid one of Prussia's best assets... But like this, with the jeans pooled around his feet and the red sweater covering most of him, while teasingly revealing the barest hint of a lovely pale curve of flesh? Oh yes, like this, Germany could come to appreciate even those dratted hoodies.
"Yes," Prussia hissed, as Germany's hand came to rest on his ass, "oh yeah, West."
"You will be silent," Germany cautioned, pressing his growing erection against Prussia's ass. "I don't want anyone to hear us!"
"Sorry, sorry... but I'm kind of unable to do much from here, you know?"
"Hmpf, then you should be able to concentrate on keeping your mouth shut. Although..."
He turned things over in his mind for a moment. But, yes that should work. And feel really hot too, unless he was mistaken.
"You could start preparing," Germany suggested. He cupped Prussia's left cheek in his hand and gave it a meaningful squeeze. "I think I can keep my hands occupied elsewhere... What do you say?"
While speaking, he'd let his other hand slip up beneath the t-shirt, until it found the tight - and deliciously sensitive, Germany knew - nubs of Prussia's nipples. Now, he slowly pinched one, rolling it none-too-gently between his fingers
"Ngh!"
"I'll take that as a yes," Germany breathed into Prussia's ear, feeling him shiver in reply.
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The cramped quarters forcing them together and the knowledge that, at any time, someone could knock on the door and ask what the hell was going on in there, created an unusual eagerness in Germany. Usually he could spend a lot of time on foreplay, finding almost as much pleasure in denying himself as in teasing Prussia (who had no patience, ever, much to Germany's chagrin). Now, however, the fear of discovery drove him on. To his surprise, he realized that he didn't mind it either, enjoying this forced change of pace more than he could have guessed.
Prussia's finger touched his cock for a moment. A slick, promising little touch, and Germany had to bite his lip to keep back his own too vocal show of pleasure.
"You're right," he mumbled against Prussia's hair instead, "this is fun."
"See?" Prussia said, a little too loudly for Germany's peace of mind. "All my ideas are awesome!"
"No, brother. But I'll grant you that this one has several merits."
Then he helped Prussia's slick hand into position, pressing his fingers against that tempting hole.
The deep groan this caused went straight to Germany's cock. He didn't even find it in him to complain about the noise level. Instead he released the pert nipples, and moved to silence Prussia's undisciplined mouth.
"Shush," he murmured. "Let me help you..."
The way Prussia's tongue came out to lick his hand wasn't unexpected, but nevertheless pleased Germany a great deal. He let him suck at two fingers, feeling the thrilling likeness between this act and another fill him with heath.
"That's it," Germany coaxed, releasing Prussia's hand and instead taking a grip of his cock. "Suck me, taste me... open yourself up."
When Prussia had to bend down slightly for more lube, it caused some awkward shuffling, but Germany held on to him, feeling his cock grow harder in his hand.
From the way Prussia arched against him, to the slight hitch in his rhythm, Germany could guess he was touching himself again and he let himself mourn the impossibility at seeing Prussia fuck his own hole with slick fingers. That image was one of his favorites, and he had a feeling he'd need to compensate for missing it rather rapidly once they'd arrived at their destination.
When Prussia lent further forward, to brace himself better against the wall, Germany followed suit. If he bent his knees just a little, his cock would rest so nicely between Prussia's legs. He began moving back and forth, feeling the unusual impatience build even further inside of him as he thrust against the toned thighs, sometimes nudging Prussia's balls.
Nor was he the only one to get impatient, if the little nip Prussia gave him was any indication.
"Prepared already?" Germany asked, squeezing the firm cock in his hand. Oh yes, Prussia's arousal certainly indicated that he was more than ready... But they'd had enough little mishaps due to his brother's impatience leading to sloppy preparations, and he wasn't about to make him sit through hours of that kind of pain.
So, when Germany asked, Prussia only grumbled something incomprehensible around his fingers, before he grabbed more lube.
This time, however, his newly-slicked hand found Germany's cock, covering him and coating him with wonderful smoothness.
"Oh, fuck," Germany groaned, giving Prussia a punishing bite on the shoulder when the crazy devil scraped a nail along the length of him.
"Mmfh!" Prussia agreed, pushing his ass backwards in an unmistakable gesture.
"Lube," Germany demanded, "now!"
Together, they found one of the last little jars, and dumped the contents over Germany's fingers. Knowing Prussia's fondness of biting in the heath of passion, he also found it prudent to remove his fingers and simply clap a hand over that dear, uncouth mouth.
"Touch me," Germany said, before pressing three fingers into Prussia. Warm, slick and perfectly able to take him, Prussia easily opened up for his demanding touch, releasing a number of hungry little noises and rocking back in eager acceptance.
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It was the work of moments to withdraw his fingers and angle up his cock. Though tremblingly impatient to slip into that waiting heath, he forced himself to wait until the other had found support with both arms against the wall.
"Open up now," Germany said, "dearest, open yourself to me." Then he clamped a hand around Prussia's hip, thrusting into the eager hole.
The sweet friction, the tightness around him pulsing with warmth, was almost too much for his control too. Germany hurried to silence his noises, pressing his own mouth above his collar, tasting the skin where where Prussia's shoulders turned into neck. God, it was so good! Unconsciously, his mouth opened and he bit the muscle with barely controlled force.
They were moving together, Prussia eagerly taking his thrusts and spreading his legs wider for more. His knees made the occasional rattling sound against the toilet, but Germany was too far gone to care.
Every time he entered Prussia fully, the fierce warmth enveloping his sex spread through his entire being. Withdrawing was a minor shock, the dry, cool air of the plane making him shiver - but withdraw he did, almost fully leaving Prussia every time, holding the other in place with his hand. Then, once he felt as if even the tip was about to slip out, he thrust back in, abandoning himself to the powerful motion fully. So good, so right, how they fit together - Prussia straining just enough beneath him for Germany to have to keep hold of them both, the tightness of him distracting and tempting and far too good.
Deeper, faster, more, Prussia begged with every clench of his muscles, in every little noise that escaped Germany's punishing grip. More, Germany's body replied with every powerful thrust, yes, more and deeper and now; so, spiraling ever deeper into their mutual desire, their pace increased.
Until Germany just had to let go of Prussia's mouth, grip his hips with both hands and slam into him, almost all thoughts of discretion and control forgotten.
"Shh," he managed to hiss against the lovely, sweaty throat, "remember - shh!"
Another few thrusts, until the the need broke through all dams. Germany buried himself inside Prussia one final time, feeling himself unravel as he came.
A few more thrusts, as the last of his seed was released, and he put a helping hand on Prussia's rock-hard cock. After only a few strokes, he too was coming; amazingly silent, though his entire body shook within the comforting confines of Germany's arm.
Feeling the last Prussia's wetness spill over his hand, Germany cradled his brother close and allowed himself to float on the aftershocks of pleasure.
"That was..." he finally began, a rare lazy softness rolling through him. "This was a really great idea."
"Sweet. Told you 'm awesome," Prussia replied, a strange lisp to his words.
"All right, there?"
"Pfah, it's nothing, West," he replied. When Prussia turned, however, he revealed that he'd bitten his own lip quite bloody.
"Brother!"
"That," Prussia said with a wince, "kinda sounds really weird when you've still got your cock up my ass."
"Be serious!" Germany frowned, although he withdrew. Reaching for some paper, he stroked the abused lip gently with his other hand. "That looks quite deep."
"Nah, it's nothing... But maybe we should bring a gag for the next time?"
"What next time?"
"Well..." Prussia gave him a lazy, well-fucked smirk. "We are flying home, aren't we?"
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I can't even express my joy. Perfect. Just perfect.
Thank you so much for filling this, if I knew who you are I would send you a box of chocolate.
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GUUUUH THIS WAS HOT. THIS WAS HOTTER THAN HOT! THIS WAS EPIC HOT 8DDDD
It's so brilliantly in character and perfect described!
So with that, I will be in my bunk.
For a week.
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glad you liked it!
kinda busy now, but (making no promises) I guess I could see about filling that return trip. in case this part fills up before I have time, I'll post about it in the past-part fills
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Write the plane back, please? "This is your captain speaking. We appear to be flying through some turbulence; please sit back down and fasten your seatbelts."
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Oh my gosh.
And I don't even ship this pairing.
All of this was hot and well-written and so far removed from the usual lemon-handbook, but I'm just going to pick out my one favourite line:
'You know what this reminds me of? Doing it in a submarine!'
Anon, why so perfect? Because you KNOW that with all the wars and stuff that went on nations totally did it in submarines. Brilliant touch. Just brilliant.
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