Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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Instead, the room looked perfectly normal, even clean in his eyes. One shirt was hastily thrown on the bed, and Romano hadn't replaced all the books he had been reading on the shelf, but other than that, the room was practically shining in comparison to Prussia's den in the basement of Germany's house.
“Haha, let's see what he's got here,” he said to himself as stepped in and closed the door behind him.
He and Germany were on a weekend visit to Italy's house in Venice. Italy had invited them over to enjoy some small, local festival with them, but Prussia wasn't too updated on all the details. All he cared about was getting to see that cute Italy again. Maybe he'd manage to steal him from Germany's grasp for a moment or two.
However, he'd have to be really lucky for that to happen. Not only was Germany aware of his constant attempts to get Italy's attention, but Romano was against him as well. Prussia had no idea if the southern half of Italy was just being an over-protective big brother or if his behaviour was motivated by his “utter disgust for potato-sucking bastards”, as he had put it earlier that day. Either way, Romano was doing his damnest to make sure Prussia didn't get his hands on Italy.
Right now, Prussia was the only one at the house. Germany and Italy had left earlier to buy some groceries for the dinner that Italy wanted to cook that evening. Romano had stayed with Prussia for a while, but it hadn't taken long before his awesome company had become too much for him to handle. He had declared how he hated him and then marched out, his fists clenched and face so red that he resembled a tomato.
Prussia had quickly grown bored of having nobody but Gilbird to talk to. It wasn't that he didn't like being alone (he loved it!), but usually he had at least some comic books or his computer for entertainment. Now he had nothing, so he had decided that he was perfectly within his rights to take a peek into Romano's room. After all, Romano was being a terrible host by dumping him like that, so who could blame Prussia for seeking out his own fun?
Now, where should he look first? Maybe Romano had some interesting music or movies he could watch? Or maybe he'd end up finding some embarrassing secrets, like love letters to Spain. Romano and Spain weren't officially together, but they had been so close for so many years that everyone was just waiting for Spain to finally get a clue and make the first move.
Prussia pulled open one of the drawers on the night stand. Hmm, just a comb, some coins and a bottle opener of all things. He closed the drawer and opened the next one. In that one, there was nothing but a notebook with a blank cover.
Intrigued, Prussia took it out. Maybe it was a diary. He of all people knew that diary writing was serious business, and for a moment he felt a stab of guilt about what he was going to do. But then he reasoned that it was Romano's own fault for not hiding the notebook better.
He smirked and greedily turned the first page. Romano's handwriting was a little messy, he noted before he started reading.
I couldn't see anything. The blindfold over my eyes didn't let me even make out the difference between light and shadow.
The leather straps binding my wrists to the bedpost were biting painfully into my skin, not enough to draw blood but certainly enough to bruise. I shifted in discomfort, but there was no getting out of the kneeling position I had been forced into on the bed. My hands were bound high enough so that I couldn't rest on my legs but had to remain on my knees and with my ass in the air.
A rough hand came down on my buttocks, circling the flesh with the thumb and threatening to dip into the crack between my cheeks. I had been told to remain absolutely still, but I couldn't stop myself from pushing into the touch.
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Without a warning, stinging pain blossomed on my skin as the hand came down to smack me for trying to break the rules. I whined against the gag in my mouth and arched my back to get away from the pain, but secretly I yearned for more.
“Oh, my God, I don't believe this!” Prussia said as he realised what he was reading. This was obvious porn. And not just any porn, but one that Romano had clearly written himself. Man, that was just priceless! Who would have thought that under that grumpy surface lived an aspiring erotica author?
This was way, way better than any diary could be. He so had to finish reading this before Romano came back. This offered mocking material for the next few centuries.
Another slap landed on my bottom, right next to the previous spot. I sucked in a breath and bit into the gag to stay silent. It was a futile effort, I knew, but the stubborn part of me didn't want to succumb that easily to everything that he was doing to me.
Three, four, five - each blow he gave me left my ass aflame, but the pain didn't register fully until he stopped for a moment to let me take in the sensation. My fingers curled as I tensed at the sting, but at the same time I felt a sense of triumph at that I hadn't completely given in.
I heard him snort.
“Aww, you really think you have any control here? That's cute. Hang onto that for as long as you can. When I'm done with you, you're going to be crying and begging for me to take you.”
I felt like rolling my eyes at his cocky tone. It was always the same with this bastard. He would wake up one morning with some of his beloved German sausage up his ass if I didn't love him so much.
“Huh,” Prussia said and rubbed his cheek. That kind of sounded like... Nah, it couldn't be. Romano would never write porn about himself. He was just letting his own personality mix with that of the protagonist. Amateur writers always did that.
More smacks landed on my bottom, and this time they were struck at spots that were already burning with the previous blows. It was harder for me to keep my groans to myself, but I was determined not to let him hear my discomfort - at least not yet, for I knew that this was only the beginning of what he had planned for me.
Suddenly, the slaps stopped and I was left waiting, panting through my nose and not knowing what to expect. I wished that I didn't have the blindfold on so that I could turn to glance at him over my shoulder, to see the look in those red eyes and the arousal that I was sure was tinting his pale cheeks.
Because as much as the potato fucker liked to think he was awesome and in complete control, I knew that doing this to me made him weak in the knees. That was my ace in our relationship.
“Whaaaat?” Prussia blurted out, nearly dropping the notebook. These weren't coincidences anymore! This really was about Romano himself? What the fuck, he actually wrote down his own fantasies? Prussia didn't know whether he should have laughed at that or felt somewhat impressed. Romano had more guts than he had expected. And this scenario was way riskier than he had ever expected of him.
And this person who had Romano bound to the bed and was giving him the spanking of his life... Could it be him? There was no other option. It actually made sense. After all, who didn't have explicit sexual fantasies about the awesomeness that was him?
Prussia covered his eyes with his hand and laughed. This was just brilliant! He... he honestly didn't have words for this! When Romano came back and resumed his griping about how much he hated him, he'd so use this as a counter attack. He couldn't wait to see Romano's face once he told him that he knew what he really thought of him.
But first he'd finish reading. He had better hurry if he wanted to do it before anyone came back.
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“Okay, I guess that's enough,” Prus he said.
Ha, his name! He was right!
I felt both excitement and nervousness well up in my stomach. The spanking had been about to grow more painful than I liked, so I was glad that it was over, but now I no longer knew what was going to happen. I tried to ease my breathing so that I'd be better prepared for whatever the bastard had in mind.
I flinched when the hands returned to my buttocks, this time to pull them apart. I opened my legs wider, knowing that the next step might be uncomfortable otherwise. A finger traced down to my entrance and circled it, barely touching it. I felt a shiver travel down my body right down to the tips of my toes.
“You like that, huh?”
The spanking had already left me half-hard, but the faint touches on my sensitive hole quickly finished the job until my erection was standing against my stomach, leaking pre-cum. My breathing, which I had worked so goddamn hard to bring under control, had reversed to panting, and I ached for him to touch me more, to grab my length or to slip his finger inside.
Instead, he retreated entirely. I heard him move around in the room and how a cap was screwed open. Maybe it was lube; maybe he was going to prepare me and take me already.
He returned, one hand grabbing my ass and pushing the buttocks apart with his fingers. Before I had the time to wonder what he was doing, I felt something cold and blunt come to rest at my entrance.
“I'm not going to prepare you for this, so you had better relax,” he said.
I swallowed nervously and nodded, trying to force the tension out of my muscles. But it was difficult with that unfamiliar object against me. I didn't know what it was - and with the bastard's stupid imagination, it could be anything from a bicycle pump to a wooden spoon - but I could tell that it was big. The thought of it entering me without any preparation filled me with apprehension, but at the same time I couldn't wait for him to get started.
There was suddenly more pressure, and the object began to push inside. I held my breath and instinctively tensed, trying to stop it from entering. Even though he had covered it in lube, it couldn't possibly go inside, at least not without hurting like hell, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go that far.
“I told you to relax,” came the impatient command.
Easy for him to say, I thought vindictively, but then his hand moved to rest at the small of my back, his thumb caressing me in small circles.
“It's going in one way or another. It's up to you whether it's unpleasant or really unpleasant,” he said.
His words had no soothing effect, but the tone of his voice helped me loosen a little. There was also the fact that I knew I could use the signal we had agreed on if things got out of hand.
He began to push the object again, this time with more force, and I grunted and bit into the gag as I felt it enter and open me up.
Only the tip of the object was inside, but it was stretching me just enough to be painful. Since he had stopped, I assumed that he was going to let me adjust before pushing the rest inside. A moment later I realised this was exactly what he had wanted me to think because in the next instant, he gave the object a powerful shove that sent it fully inside me.
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That fucker, I thought to myself and clenched my hands into fists. He was going to pay for this! He would -
“There, there,” he said, and his hands came to stroke my hair. “You'll get used to it soon.”
His fingers found the sensitive curl and rubbed it, giving me some much-needed pleasure to make me forget how uncomfortable I was at the moment. Slowly, the pain faded to a tolerable level, which he seemed to notice from the loosening of my muscles.
“Guess what I just put inside you?” he asked, laughter in his voice. “Oh, right, you can't talk. Well, I'll give you a really good clue.”
Click.
I jerked as the object inside me suddenly started vibrating. Fucking hell! The bastard had put a vibrator in me! It was resting right against my prostate, making me shiver involuntarily. I could tell that it was at the lowest setting, so it wasn't yet doing much more than making me squirm in hopes of getting more.
To my surprise, I felt his hand reach for my erection. At first I thought this would be a repeat of the previous time, that he might rub me into climax and leave the vibrator inside me to stimulate the overly sensitive spot until I was begging him to show me mercy. But then his hand was joined by thin rope, and with a sense of dread I realised what he was doing.
With a few swift movements he had captured my erection and scrotum with the rope. I bit back a groan as he finished the job and pulled it tight. We had done this once before, so I knew what was in store for me. The way he had tied the rope was far more effective than a cock ring, making it very difficult for me to climax until he chose to let me.
“Man, you're a beautiful sight,” he said as he removed his hands.
How I wanted to flip him the finger.
“Let's see what happens when I do this,” he said. His words were followed by a click, and the vibrations inside me suddenly increased, nearly to an unbearable level. I moaned and arched my back, hoping that he would start thrusting the vibrator in and out to ease the constant assault on my prostate or that he'd distract me from it by grabbing my length.
But no such thing happened. He didn't touch me again but left me writhing on the bed. I could feel the hair on my neck stand up as shivers travelled through my body. Holy fuck, I was going to kill the bastard once he let me free! The vibrations inside were driving me crazy, and I wanted to come so bad.
Slap!
I jerked, at first too surprised to understand what had happened. Then I registered familiar pain on my buttocks and realised that he had resumed the spanking. The brief pause had left me more sensitive than I realised, and I tried to change my position to make myself less vulnerable to another blow.
The vibrator was turned to the highest setting, followed by four more slaps on my behind. I screamed, but I didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure. I realised I would have come at that moment if it hadn't been for the rope blocking my release.
My hips bucked with every blow, trying to escape the offensive hand. Soon I no longer knew if I was feeling pain or pleasure. My tears had returned, and I was moaning at every hit that landed on my sensitive behind. Some part of me was wondering why I wasn't calling it quits already, but I was too consumed by my desire. I loved it when he did this to me because I knew that he would never break the rules that we had set, that I could trust him completely, that he would never hurt me if I told him no.
Just as I was starting to feel that I couldn't go on anymore, the spanking stopped, and he turned off the vibrator. I let out a sigh of relief at finally having some rest from the stimulation on my prostate, but my erection was still aching. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, feel the throb in every sensitive spot that he had abused tonight.
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He caught my chin with his hand and forced my head up. He was looking at me with an unusually serious expression for him. His hand moved to nuzzle my cheek and wipe away the tears.
“Aww, don't cry,” he said and began to remove the blindfold. As soon as he was done, he pulled me into a kiss. I arched into it, desperate for some gentleness after what he had just put me through.
“Bastard,” I muttered as he pulled away.
He chuckled. “Oh, we aren't done yet. I just want to hear you better when you beg.”
I snorted, but to be honest, I was already almost at my breaking point. The need for release had grown nearly painful, and I was be ready to do almost anything if he asked me.
He moved behind me again and pulled out the vibrator. I was left feeling empty, but that wasn't for long. I heard him unzip his pants, and in the next instant he was already inside me - no surprise that he was hard. I was actually pretty impressed he had been able to keep his hands away from his crotch and not stroke himself to climax long before this.
The vibrator had left me prepared, so it didn't hurt when he pushed into me. He was warm, and even though I was already sore, I enjoyed the feeling of him inside me. I moaned when he began to thrust, the sound awfully loud in my ears since it was no longer being blocked by the gag.
I listened to his groans as he slammed into me. My behind was stinging from the spanking, so every time his hips connected with mine, a jolt of pain mixed with the pleasure. His hand travelled down to grab my erection, sliding up and down the length and stopping to tease the slit.
“Please,” I breathed out.
“Please what?”
“You know!”
“No, I - ah - don't!”
Each of his thrusts met my prostate, and the pressure and need inside me were building up to the point that if this went on for much longer, I'd be unable to find my release at all. After all this, I didn't want to risk that.
“Let me come!” I snarled when another thrust made me feel like I would explode.
For a moment, I was sure that the bastard still had some tricks up his sleeve, that he was going to make me promise something embarrassing, but then he abruptly stopped moving. His hands went to the rope that was binding me, and we remained close, he inside me, as he worked to release me. It was my favourite moment, I realised, having him that close and just enjoying the warmth of his body against mine. Too bad I'd probably never have the guts to tell him that.
I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the rope come off.
“Ready?” he muttered against my skin.
“Ye -” I started, but he began to move before I had the time to finish. I grunted as he pushed out and back in again, and it didn't take more than a few thrusts before I reached my long-awaited climax, shooting semen on my stomach and the bed.
My release left me groggy and exhausted, but he wasn't done yet. This was always my least favourite part; I hated coming first when I was the bottom because the feeling of my over-sensitive nerves being stimulated left me squirming in discomfort. Thankfully it didn't take much longer for him to come as well, and he -
Prussia stopped reading at this point. The grin had died from his face a long time ago, and now he could only think of how utterly hot that story had been and how tight his trousers suddenly were. This was no laughing matter. This was awesome.
A quick flip through the notebook revealed that it was filled with more porn written by Romano. He knew that he didn't have the time to read more now and that he might never get another chance to sneak into Romano's room. He recalled seeing a copy machine in Italy's tiny office down the hall, so he quickly jumped to his feet and ran there, desperate to copy the whole thing before anyone came back.
Some agonizing fifteen minutes later, he had a copy of every page in the book. He returned the original to Romano's room, and after that he still had ten minutes to himself in the bathroom before the others returned.
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It's awesome so far! As much as Prussia himself. I love how Prussia starts sort of incredolous, but then his enormous ego sets in, and how in the beginning he thinks of using this as mocking material, before getting all hot and heavy. He was in character all throught this and so fun to read!
And omg Romano is a little kinky bastard and I fucking loved his first-person idfic. Loved. It. I liked how the style switched, he's not a bad writer, but you can tell this is written quickly and just to get it off his chest, somewhat.
And we have all of the same kinks, me and him, in fact. I know that it's considered polite to label the kinks, but I have to admit the fact that they were a surprise for me worked very well, because I kept on thinking "oooh, bondage and blindfolds, a kink of mine, this would be better with some spanking too...wait a moment, there is spanking! at this point, it would be hot if he used...holy fuck he's doing that too!" and yeah, I don't know how you managed to do this, A!A.
So overall, you just made my week, anon<3
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I hope it won't take me another half a year to post the next part.
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I'm fond of this pairing, even if I don't see it often around, besides you kept them IC the whole time. Also I like almost all the kins you used. Now, combine the two things and you make me madly happy!
Clever, Prussia, to copy the whole book :) I really can't wait to see what's written in the following pages ^^
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Prussia was itching to read the rest of the stories as soon as he had a moment alone, but he didn't dare do so while they were still in Italy. He was bunking on the coach in the living room, and Romano kept an eye on him like a hawk, no doubt ready to kick him in the balls if he got too close to his brother.
And Prussia was very much watching him, playing out the story in his head and imagining Romano naked, writhing under him and moaning his name.
“I don't think Italian food sits well with Prussia. He's spending a lot of time in the bathroom,” Italy said on the last evening of their stay.
“Serves him right. He doesn't deserve to enjoy it,” Romano grumbled.
Everyone was seated on the couch and watching TV, even Romano even though he kept complaining that he had much better things to do on a Sunday evening than watch crap with two bastards and one brain-dead idiot.
Prussia was all too glad that they were sitting on opposite ends of the couch. There wasn't a lot of space, so they were all pushed against each other, and if he had been that close to Romano, he just might have let his mind wander too far towards...
Fuck, abort that trail of thought! Otherwise the others might think that he got turned on from sitting next to Germany or by the horse on TV. He had no idea which would put a bigger dent on his awesome image.
“That's what happens when you eat too much,” Germany said. “You should be careful, Italy. I've told you not to full yourself like that.”
“But I'm not having problems with my stomach!”
Prussia leaned over to shoot an irritated glare at the others. “Hey, I'm right here, you know! At least include me in the conversation if you're going to talk about my bowel movements!”
“If you don't all shut up right now I'm turning off the TV!” Romano snapped.
“That's okay. I wanted to go to my bedroom with Germany anyway.”
“The fuck you're going anywhere.”
Prussia listened to the argument that broke out and mused that it was no wonder Romano was writing stories in which he was being thoroughly dominated. It had to be hard to live his life as a firecracker that blew up at the slightest provocation and was stubborn as a mule, even when it was obvious he was wrong. It wasn't surprising that he was dreaming of someone just taking him and making him submit.
And of course the person who was doing that to him in his fantasies was him, the awesome Prussia! He didn't actually know if he was in all of the stories or if Romano had been fucked by the whole world in his head, but he reasoned that since he had been in the first story, he was the best. Man, he couldn't wait to get back home so that he could read the rest and see what other dirty scenes Romano's mind had conjured up.
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The following day, he and Germany said goodbye to the two Italies and started to head home.
“What are you being so smug about?” Germany asked once they were seated in the airplane.
“Nothing, West. Absolutely nothing,” Prussia said with a grin and clutched his hand baggage against his chest. Ha, he had made it out of Italy with his treasure! Now nobody could take those precious pages from him. Even if Romano somehow noticed that his notebook had been touched, there was nothing he could do now.
“I hope you didn't smuggle anything illegal through the customs. I've told you to behave when we visit the others.”
“I'm always on my best behaviour. It's not my fault if the others don't appreciate my -”
“You should put that under the seat in front of you,” Germany said before he could finish.
Prussia didn't want to let go of his booty, but he knew that if he picked a fight about it, Germany would confiscate it and who knew if he'd ever get it back? Either he'd be scolded for taking it or Germany would like it and keep it to himself. Better not take any risks.
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“Let's see,” he said and opened the bag where he had hidden the copied pages.
He organized the pages into a neat pile on his bed and then sorted out the story that he had already read. Romano's handwriting was a little more difficult to read now that he had to resort to copies, but he was used to deciphering his own scribbles and was sure he'd get the hang of it soon.
He hadn't tied me down this time. I was lying on my stomach on the bed, my cheek resting against the mattress as I waited. He often did this when there was something new he wanted to try out. Being unrestrained forced me to keep my reactions in check and submit because I wanted to, not because I had no other choice. It also made it easier for me to end the whole thing if it became too much.
I heard him move behind me. I was curious, but I didn't turn to look. He always liked to catch me by surprise, and I guess I could give him at least that satisfaction.
“I got an awesome idea last night, and I want to give it a go,” he said.
I rolled my eyes, though he couldn't see it. A lot of his awesome ideas had turned painful or at least uncomfortable. Sometimes I didn't know why I kept letting him do this to me.
“Then at least get on with it,” I snapped.
He placed something on the bed by my side. I barely had the time to wonder what it was when I felt his hands move to my ass. I flinched in surprise as he went straight for my hole and pushed one lube-covered finger inside. He usually liked to tease me and make me tremble with the need to have him inside me, so I couldn't help but frown in confusion.
He was moving his finger around and carefully avoiding brushing against my prostate. I closed my eyes in mortification as he began to hum something under his breath just before he added a second finger and began to stretch me more. It wasn't uncomfortable; he was being very thorough and gave me plenty of time to adjust before trying my limits just a little more.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked after this had gone on for a while. If it hadn't been for the fact that he had said he had an idea, I would have thought he was only preparing me for a very thorough fuck. We would sometimes do it like that, without me being aroused prior to him taking me.
“Making sure you won't bite my head off in a minute,” he replied and added a third finger.
I tried not to squirm at the increased fullness and wondered what he meant by that, but my thoughts were cut off when he finally pressed against my prostate, making me jerk as a jolt of pleasure surprised me. I hid my face into the mattress so that it would be easier to keep quiet, no matter how tempting it was to groan as he kept rubbing that one spot inside me.
“Don't get too excited yet. This is just to keep you in a good mood.”
“Just what the fuck are you planning there?” I asked.
“Don't worry. I'll let you know soon, so you can say no if you don't like it. But I'm sure you'll love it.”
His fingers left me, and he came to sit at the edge of the bed. He was holding an anal vibrator in his hand. That wasn't what surprised me since the bastard liked to stick those things into me. What did make me wonder a little was the size of it. It wasn't small by any means, but I had certainly taken bigger.
“This is soon going into you,” he announced.
“Okay?” I questioned and lifted a brow. “And then what?”
“And then -”
“Prussia!” came Germany's impatient shout from upstairs.
Prussia put down the page in irritation and grimaced. Hell, nobody could ruin his fun better than his brother.
“What?”
“I've been calling out to you several times! Please come up here!”
“No, I'm busy!”
“I need you to go to the store and buy milk!”
“What? Why can't you go to the store?”
“I've already started cooking dinner!”
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He gave his crotch an evaluating look and tried to measure if he was already so hard that it would be a problem to go outside. The story hadn't yet got to the best parts and hadn't got him all hot and bothered, but he supposed it was better not to take any risks. Germany would flip his shit if he got banned from the last supermarket in the neighbourhood that still let him in.
“Yeah, okay! I'm going. Just give me a few minutes!” he said and started fumbling with his pants.
Fuck, this wasn't the way to do this, he thought as he was pumping himself. He wanted to find out what he was going to do to Romano in the story - for it was clear that the other person was still him. No wonder. He had been awesome in the first story, so why would Romano ever want to switch to someone else?
He felt himself tighten and reached under his bed for a box of tissues just as he came. He spent a moment catching his breath and threw the tissue aside, wondering if he should laminate the pages so that they'd be easier to wash if needed. Maybe going to the store wasn't such a bad idea after all.
“I'm off. Do you need something other than milk?” he asked once in the kitchen.
“No, that'll be all,” Germany said. He was in the process of peeling potatoes, and Prussia found himself thinking that he could have easily put that aside and gone to the store himself. But no, Germany had got into his head that Prussia had to do something every now and then to earn his keep.
He had to spend an eternity at the Penny Markt because there was only one cashier on shift and some little brat threw a tantrum about a Milka bar in the line. On the other hand, if there was something Prussia had learned in the course of his history, it was searching for the small, positive things in the shithole that his life sometimes resembled. When he finally emerged with the milk, some beer and a roll of plastic film, so much time had passed that he felt more than ready for round two with Romano's stories.
“Here's your milk,” he said and placed the carton and the beer bottles on the kitchen table, not even stopping on his way to the basement.
“You took a while. Dinner will be ready in some fifteen minutes.”
“Save me some for later. I've got stuff to do.”
“What - ”
But Prussia never heard the rest of Germany's question because the door to the basement had already closed and he was well on his way down the stairs. It wasn't the fact that Romano's stories were great porn that had him so excited. It was that he was in them, that Romano entertained himself with thoughts of him. It did wonders to soothe his ego that was sometimes dented with the thought that the modern world was in the process of forgetting all about him.
He picked up the page where he had stopped and resumed reading.
“And then I'm going to surprise you.”
I glared at him, knowing that I couldn't get a straight answer out of him when he was in one of his playful moods. Asshole. I guess I could always try to have revenge on him if it turned out to be something unpleasant.
“Fine. Just get fucking on with it,” I growled.
“Okay, since you're asking so nicely.”
He returned behind me and gave my ass an enthusiastic pat before he turned his attention to my hole and began to insert the vibrator. He had prepared me well, so there was little discomfort as he pushed it inside. I let out the breath I had been holding when I felt the tip come to rest against my prostate.
The rub he had given me earlier had left me half-hard. Whenever I shifted, the friction from the sheets made me tremble.
“I'm going to flip you over,” he said.
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I turned to look at him over my shoulder. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but something on his face made it easier to forget the nervous fluttering in my stomach.
“Okay,” I said and turned over on my own without any guiding from him. I grunted at the sensation of the vibrator shifting inside me.
“Thanks.”
He grabbed a hold of my right ankle and placed a kiss on my foot, right where my toes started. I swallowed as he started moving up my leg, covering my skin in kisses and nibbling at me with his teeth until he reached my knee.
“Was this your awesome idea?” I asked. He was being gentler than usual, and while I didn't mind, I was growing impatient. I wished he'd at least turn on the vibrator to give me some friction.
“No, but we're getting there.”
And with that, he let go of my leg and started unzipping his trousers. I prodded myself up on my elbows and watched him, wondering if he wanted me to suck him off. I always complained when he asked me to, but in truth I loved the chance to make him feel good. He was always doing to me what I liked the most, and I wanted to do the same to him.
He seemed to guess what I was thinking because he gestured for me to lie back.
“I've got this all covered,” he said as he finally freed his length and tossed his trousers and underwear aside. He grabbed a tube of lubricant from the table, uncapped it and smeared a generous amount on his hand. I watched him give himself a few strokes to get hard and spent a moment just admiring the fact that he was mine.
And then he came to kneel on the bed between my legs. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them up on his shoulders so that my hips were raised off the bed. I felt the tip of his erection at my entrance and frowned in confusion.
“Wait, the vibrator -”
“ - is going to stay inside,” he finished for me.
“What?” I barked and struggled to sit up, but he tightened his hold on my legs and shushed me to calm down.
“That's never going to fit!” I complained. The vibrator wasn't big, but there was no way I could take him along with it. I wasn't sure I even wanted to try. It would hurt too much.
“It'll fit. I've prepped you well, and I'll go real slow. You know I'm the best. It can't go wrong.”
My hesitation must have been written all over my face because he gave my calf a reassuring nuzzle with his cheek.
“You can always tell me to stop if it's too much,” he said.
“Yeah, but...” I had heard that some people liked this and that it could feel really good. I had thought about it sometimes, but I had never assumed that I'd ever get to experience it. It made my stomach quiver with nervousness, but I couldn't help but be a little curious as well.
“Okay,” I said in a shaky voice.
He flashed me an enthusiastic grin. “Great!”
I felt the tip of his length at my hole and how the pressure increased as he began to push inside. He had to use his left hand to guide himself in alongside the vibrator, and I clenched my eyes shut at the feeling of being stretched so wide. It wasn't too bad at first, but soon I was hit with the sting, and my breath got caught in my throat. Oh, fuck, he was going to split me in two!
“H-hey,” I said and tried to keep my trembling body under control so that I wouldn't bolt to get away from him.
He froze at once. “What? Do you want me to pull out?”
“No,” I said with a shake of my head. “Just... go slower.”
I dug my fingers into the mattress as he continued pushing into me. A groan escaped from my throat at the increasing burn in my passage. I knew I could have made him stop at any moment, but now that we had come this far, I wanted to see it through to the end.
I was almost clawing at the sheets when he finally stopped.
“All in,” he said, his voice heavy. “And it feels fucking great!”
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“Aww, I'm sorry. Tell you what, you can decide what we do next time.”
“It's my turn anyway, bastard.”
I felt him shift, and a shiver of fear travelled down my spine. I was still hurting and stretched too wide. I didn't want to imagine what it would be like if he started now.
“Wait!” I called out. “Not yet!”
“Don't worry. I'm not going to fuck you like this. Let's take it easy. I just wanted to see if this would work,” he said.
Prussia reached the end of the page and eagerly grabbed the next one, but to his great disappointment the story didn't continue there. Maybe Romano had run out of inspiration, or maybe that had been all he had to say about that fantasy.
He was still so much into the story that he didn't feel like starting the next one. Instead, he decided to use his imagination, which was obviously better than Romano's, and come up with a suitable end for the tale. Maybe he'd even write it down once he had taken care of some more urgent needs.
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Prussia spent the following week reading every page of Romano's writings. The stories varied greatly in terms of sex acts, but they had some things in common - almost all of them were about Romano being topped by him. There were a few attempts to switch the roles. Prussia was greatly interested in those as well, but the writing was clumsier and less detailed, showing that Romano spent far more time thinking of himself as a bottom.
He kept returning to the stories even after he had read all of them several times, which puzzled him somewhat. He had no shortage of porn on his computer, and he was more of a video kind of person anyway. Reading to get off wasn't his thing, no matter how flattering the stories were.
And yet he found himself poring over them every night, imagining the scenarios and almost hearing Romano's voice in his head. Something in them filled him with a strange sense of content that had nothing to do with sex.
Once he realised that the stories had become more than just porn for him, he began to read them more carefully, to look for the things that had caught his attention.
When he found them, he had no choice but to admit that he had been thinking with his dick the whole time. There was much more than sex in the stories. Most of them ended with some kind of cuddling scene, and not one failed to include Romano's musings about trust, safety and - God forbid! - love.
It was painfully obvious that it wasn't just kinky sex that filled Romano's mind.
It was a relationship.
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