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I... this is entirely madelineusher's fault!!! NC-17!
“Fucking stay still,” Prussia ordered, his teeth bared as he tried to figure out exactly how to take off Austria's clothes, but he couldn't, because the pansy was flitting around somewhere around his waist, which frankly wasn't very fair. Goddamned Hungary always managed to get him in the worst of situations. First there was that whole thing where she gave Transylvania for a few years and then kicked him the fuck out because she thought it was funny, and now he was touching fucking Austria of all people. It wasn't fair. If she hadn't shown up in that leather corset and little else, he would've been doing something more awesome with his time, like feeding his bird or writing in his journal or something that wasn't trying to undress this fucking pansy with all his fucking layers!
He had been minding his own business, doing something awesome in his room with that new phone West had given him, when she had suddenly come in and pressed herself against his back. “Porosz,” she had trilled softly in his ear, which tickled and made him pay attention, “I have something for you.” She trailed a finger down his cheek.
“Yeah?” he replied, totally suave with his voice not cracking at all. She stood up and let go of him, placing her hands on her hips. One brief look of her in those garters and those stockings and everything before she turned away and out of the room and Prussia would have run after her into fucking Russia if he had to, but luckily it was just the living room where the pansy was, looking somehow unaffected by her attire.
Seriously, how did she not know he was gay? First that napkin he wore all the time and now he wasn't even blushing at the fact that her boobs were pushed up so high they were practically at her chin.
And then she sat down and crossed her legs and oh my fucking god, Prussia could have just died then and there and really not have minded because of the view he got before death was better than heaven. Probably, anyway.
“Elizabeta?” Austria spoke, his voice confused. She was sitting away from both of them on the piano bench, a smirk on her face. “I just thought we'd have a contest to make things fun,” she ran one of her hands through her hair slowly as she rolled the syllables in her mouth, leaning back against the closed piano, “Since both of you want me so much.”
“Me more,” Prussia said quickly, eagerly, hoping it'd win him points. All it won him was a glare from the pansy, which wasn't a prize at all. She tilted her head, her hair pooling on her shoulder with some of it falling perfectly on her boobs - which had to be mentioned again because seriously, they were nice boobs but in that corset they were fucking perfect - then grinned. Prussia wasn't sure he liked that grin, “You two, together, and whoever comes last gets me for the rest of the night. Maybe the weekend if you're good enough.”
Wait, wait, what the fuck. What? No. But Prussia didn't vocalize any of that, he just stared at her. Austria sighed as if the fucker knew it was coming, and stood.
“I knew the pansy was fucking gay!” Prussia said incredulously, staring at Austria. “No, he's not, he just loves me that much,” Hungary said with an affectionate grin. That fucker.
Prussia looked at Austria. Then at Hungary. Then at Austria. Then at her boobs. And then his resolve broke, and that's what got him into this fucking situation in the first place and how the fuck did Austria manage to get his pants down already?
Prussia pulled Austria up and smashed their mouths together, teeth hitting teeth hard enough that he saw stars, and Austria pushed him away and Prussia yelped as he felt the pansy's manicured, moisturized hands slide into his underwear.
Seriously, forgetting the fact that Prussia's dick was in his hands, could this guy get any gayer?
Prussia was losing this and he really didn't want to (he'd been ordered to stop looking at Hungary so he just had a mental image of her boobs and legs as he tried to get through this), so he gave up on taking off the pansy's shirt, much less his jacket, and unbuttoned Austria's pants. “Why the hell are these so tight?”
And then Prussia lost his grip because Austria had squeezed. This was clearly an unfair fight. The pansy looked disinterested, so Prussia pulled his hands out of his pants and grabbed the other man's ass. That got a surprised expression, so Prussia pulled them closer and started grinding their hips together.
The soft “oh!” of surprise coming from Hungary made it that much better, and Prussia would never admit it out loud or even really to himself but he was enjoying the sudden blush on the pansy's face as they dry-humped. But this was still fucking unfair, because Prussia's pants were around his ankles and Austria was fully fucking clothed, so Prussia let go of him for a minute and yanked the man's pants down so hard his knees buckled.
And then back to grinding. Not only were their hips grinding together, but Prussia's teeth were grinding in an attempt to distract him from what he was doing. This wasn't all that much fun and the feeling of someone else's dick against his was fucking weird. And it didn't help that Austria had gotten Prussia hard - and he wanted to go boil his head in oil for ever thinking that - while the pansy was only about at half mast.
And Prussia really, really didn't want to lose. He also really, really didn't want to do what he was about to do, but the corset demanded it, and so he dropped to his knees and pulled Austria's underwear down.
And then stayed there for a moment, staring.
And then slowly stood back up, scratching his head.
“I didn't think you had the balls to get your dick pierced, dude.”
“Elizabeta wanted it,” Austria said evenly, his lips pressed together tightly, and he grabbed Prussia again and started pumping.
Prussia jerked for a moment, completely taken off guard, before grabbing Austria and doing the same. “Ow,” Austria grabbed his wrist. “If that is the grip you use on yourself, it is a wonder love-making is pleasurable for you at all.”
Prussia rolled his eyes and kept trying to pump at Austria, but honestly, the pansy's soft hands were kind of like a girl's and he didn't want to admit how long it'd been since someone else had touched him there (he didn't even want to think about it) and his eyes were rolling back in his head because the man was a piano and a violin player and he was goddamned talented.
It wasn't too long before Prussia lost, Austria jumping away from him in disgust as he came.
“That was terrible,” Hungary announced, and Prussia could only stare as she crossed the room. “I'm going to go see what Lengyel is doing.”
“Fucking stay still,” Prussia ordered, his teeth bared as he tried to figure out exactly how to take off Austria's clothes, but he couldn't, because the pansy was flitting around somewhere around his waist, which frankly wasn't very fair. Goddamned Hungary always managed to get him in the worst of situations. First there was that whole thing where she gave Transylvania for a few years and then kicked him the fuck out because she thought it was funny, and now he was touching fucking Austria of all people. It wasn't fair. If she hadn't shown up in that leather corset and little else, he would've been doing something more awesome with his time, like feeding his bird or writing in his journal or something that wasn't trying to undress this fucking pansy with all his fucking layers!
He had been minding his own business, doing something awesome in his room with that new phone West had given him, when she had suddenly come in and pressed herself against his back. “Porosz,” she had trilled softly in his ear, which tickled and made him pay attention, “I have something for you.” She trailed a finger down his cheek.
“Yeah?” he replied, totally suave with his voice not cracking at all. She stood up and let go of him, placing her hands on her hips. One brief look of her in those garters and those stockings and everything before she turned away and out of the room and Prussia would have run after her into fucking Russia if he had to, but luckily it was just the living room where the pansy was, looking somehow unaffected by her attire.
Seriously, how did she not know he was gay? First that napkin he wore all the time and now he wasn't even blushing at the fact that her boobs were pushed up so high they were practically at her chin.
And then she sat down and crossed her legs and oh my fucking god, Prussia could have just died then and there and really not have minded because of the view he got before death was better than heaven. Probably, anyway.
“Elizabeta?” Austria spoke, his voice confused. She was sitting away from both of them on the piano bench, a smirk on her face. “I just thought we'd have a contest to make things fun,” she ran one of her hands through her hair slowly as she rolled the syllables in her mouth, leaning back against the closed piano, “Since both of you want me so much.”
“Me more,” Prussia said quickly, eagerly, hoping it'd win him points. All it won him was a glare from the pansy, which wasn't a prize at all. She tilted her head, her hair pooling on her shoulder with some of it falling perfectly on her boobs - which had to be mentioned again because seriously, they were nice boobs but in that corset they were fucking perfect - then grinned. Prussia wasn't sure he liked that grin, “You two, together, and whoever comes last gets me for the rest of the night. Maybe the weekend if you're good enough.”
Wait, wait, what the fuck. What? No. But Prussia didn't vocalize any of that, he just stared at her. Austria sighed as if the fucker knew it was coming, and stood.
“I knew the pansy was fucking gay!” Prussia said incredulously, staring at Austria. “No, he's not, he just loves me that much,” Hungary said with an affectionate grin. That fucker.
Prussia looked at Austria. Then at Hungary. Then at Austria. Then at her boobs. And then his resolve broke, and that's what got him into this fucking situation in the first place and how the fuck did Austria manage to get his pants down already?
Prussia pulled Austria up and smashed their mouths together, teeth hitting teeth hard enough that he saw stars, and Austria pushed him away and Prussia yelped as he felt the pansy's manicured, moisturized hands slide into his underwear.
Seriously, forgetting the fact that Prussia's dick was in his hands, could this guy get any gayer?
Prussia was losing this and he really didn't want to (he'd been ordered to stop looking at Hungary so he just had a mental image of her boobs and legs as he tried to get through this), so he gave up on taking off the pansy's shirt, much less his jacket, and unbuttoned Austria's pants. “Why the hell are these so tight?”
And then Prussia lost his grip because Austria had squeezed. This was clearly an unfair fight. The pansy looked disinterested, so Prussia pulled his hands out of his pants and grabbed the other man's ass. That got a surprised expression, so Prussia pulled them closer and started grinding their hips together.
The soft “oh!” of surprise coming from Hungary made it that much better, and Prussia would never admit it out loud or even really to himself but he was enjoying the sudden blush on the pansy's face as they dry-humped. But this was still fucking unfair, because Prussia's pants were around his ankles and Austria was fully fucking clothed, so Prussia let go of him for a minute and yanked the man's pants down so hard his knees buckled.
And then back to grinding. Not only were their hips grinding together, but Prussia's teeth were grinding in an attempt to distract him from what he was doing. This wasn't all that much fun and the feeling of someone else's dick against his was fucking weird. And it didn't help that Austria had gotten Prussia hard - and he wanted to go boil his head in oil for ever thinking that - while the pansy was only about at half mast.
And Prussia really, really didn't want to lose. He also really, really didn't want to do what he was about to do, but the corset demanded it, and so he dropped to his knees and pulled Austria's underwear down.
And then stayed there for a moment, staring.
And then slowly stood back up, scratching his head.
“I didn't think you had the balls to get your dick pierced, dude.”
“Elizabeta wanted it,” Austria said evenly, his lips pressed together tightly, and he grabbed Prussia again and started pumping.
Prussia jerked for a moment, completely taken off guard, before grabbing Austria and doing the same. “Ow,” Austria grabbed his wrist. “If that is the grip you use on yourself, it is a wonder love-making is pleasurable for you at all.”
Prussia rolled his eyes and kept trying to pump at Austria, but honestly, the pansy's soft hands were kind of like a girl's and he didn't want to admit how long it'd been since someone else had touched him there (he didn't even want to think about it) and his eyes were rolling back in his head because the man was a piano and a violin player and he was goddamned talented.
It wasn't too long before Prussia lost, Austria jumping away from him in disgust as he came.
“That was terrible,” Hungary announced, and Prussia could only stare as she crossed the room. “I'm going to go see what Lengyel is doing.”