[Smut69] Prompt 29 - Submissive
Prompt 29 - Submissive
Pairing: Prussia/N.Italy.
Title: Let's play
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“Italy, let’s play a game~”
“What is the catch?”
Italy shifted uncomfortably, eyeing the door to check if he could get there without being stopped. Prussia, apparently noticing where his eyes were, grabbed his wrist, making him jump.
“There is no real catch… let’s say that if you talk, I am allowed to do whatever I want… and I mean anything”.
Italy felt a shiver ran through his back, but hesitantly nodded. “O-ok” it wouldn’t be that hard, would it?
Prussia quickly explained the game -Italy would have to stay still and not talk for 20 minutes straight, whilst the other would try to make him react. If he lost, he would apparently have to allow Prussia something in exchange -but if he won…
“If you win, Ita…” Prussia’s eyes turned darker “I’ll be your slave for a week”.
Italy smiled. “It’s a deal then” he nodded happily.
Prussia was probably very bored, since Austria and Hungary were gone visiting Czech Republic and Slovakia, and even though he looked a bit intimidating, Italy really liked him. It wouldn’t be bad to play that game, would it?
If he won, he’d have Prussia eat pasta for a week and such~
“I’d say… start, then” Prussia purred.
Italy smiled, but promptly closed his mouth and hummed his consent, not moving from the sofa he was slouched into, and staring at the Prussian Nation, silently daring him to start.
Prussia eyed him for a moment, serious. Then, he smirked brightly. He wasn’t one to start slow. Kneeling in front of the sitting Italian, he positioned himself in between his legs and let one finger run from his neck down, brushing against his chest in a teasing manner, circling his clothed nipples.
Italy’s eyes widened a bit, smile faltering, but he kept still, eyes on him. Prussia’s smile widened even more.
“You see, Ita… there are many ways to play this game… but of course, with you, I’ll only be proper…” slowly, pressing his whole body flush against the lither one of Italy, Prussia leaned forwards, until his lips were at mere centimetres away from Italy’s.
The Italian’s body trembled, but he still didn’t move. He didn’t know what Prussia was doing, but if he thought he’d move or speak out of fright, he had another thing coming…
Warm breath on his ear made Feliciano’s skin tingle strangely, a flush covering his cheeks, but still he didn’t move, simply keeping his eyes on Gilbert and trying to see what he was-
A tongue flickered on the shell of Italy’s ear and he gasped within closed lips, eyes widening madly.
‘Wha-wha-what?!’
Prussia kept licking, taking the earlobe in his mouth and sucking on it. Italy felt a rush of sudden heat in his cheeks, and then in his vital regions, stirring them. He stifled a groan, shocked at what Prussia was doing.
He wanted to call it off, demand explanations, but he didn’t -a part of him wanted to see what would come next.
He had never been touched like that… it felt overwhelming… and good.
Prussia chuckled, the sound low and deep, tongue moving down to Italy’s neck feeding on the fine trembles shaking his body, tasting his skin -he was pleasantly aware that against his belly Italy’s vital regions were stirring quickly under his ministrations.
“Hmmm… you’re quite sensitive…” he purred, pushing Italy’s legs even further apart.
Now his sweet Italy’s face was as red as a tomato. The sight was alluring.
Prussia’s hands busied themselves on Italy’s tights, moving in circling patterns without really getting closer to the growing bulge in the middle, stroking above his pants and eliciting more trembles from the Italian Nation, whilst he tilted Italy’s head to the side, sucking on the neck’s skin, turning it red, biting down on it.
“Hnnn…” Italy was finding it harder and harder to think and concentrate, but managed to keep his moans in, muffled by his tightly close lips, eyes threatening to close under the waves of pleasure striking through his body.
His hands clenched at his sides, desperate to clutch at the soft texture of the sofa but held still at the same time by the last thread of control he still had.
Feliciano was drowning in pleasure.
It was building fast, with ever soft touch, with the way Gilbert’s hands were massaging the inner side of his tights, never venturing further in, by how his tongue and teeth and lips were doing wonders on his neck and ears, shifting upwards, kissing his tense lips, softly biting on them, sucking, licking…
“Nnn…”
“Still nothing?” Prussia’s voice was low, sensual, hot breath in his ear, and Italy felt the world spin around him, too aroused to think, eyes falling close, fighting with the remains of his sanity not to let Prussia win…
‘n-not let him… win…’
Prussia smirked, momentarily stopping his ministrations. He could see how far he had taken Italy already, could feel it through the constant trembling of his body, tensing and relaxing his muscles, trying to not to move, but most of all, he could feel it through Italy’s erection pressing against him.
The thought of what was to come made Prussia’s mouth water.
He planned on doing a lot more… but to do that, well… he needed to win, first. After all, he wanted Italy at his most vocal.
With a smirk, Gilbert moved forwards again, keeping his body away from Feliciano and nuzzling his neck, trailing quick, short licks and kisses all over his skin, that was already turning red with hickeys.
Smirk turning feral, he bit down on Italy’s left ear, blowing air on it and nibbling it again, doing the same to the other.
Italy was trembling again, head threatening to loll back, lips parting a millimetre to let out a soft, desperate gasp…
Nibbling the front of his neck Prussia chuckled heartily, snapping the buttons of Italy’s shirt open, hands brushing down, touching creamy skin, tongue darting out to caress a nipple…
A more audible gasp, an almost reflexive twitch of Italy’s arms, and Prussia knew he was close, so close to…
He took one nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, softly nibbling at it, and moved in for the kill -he slipped one hand inside Feliciano’s pants, and without warning grabbed his arousal, pumping it roughly.
Italy’s reaction was instantaneous -he let out a loud wail, gasping Prussia’s name in a breathless cry, throwing his head backwards and then doubling over when Prussia kept his motions.
Hands coming to hold the other’s shoulders, Italy wailed, hiding his face in Prussia’s hair, trembling harder.
Blocking Italy’s legs apart, as his unconscious reaction had been to close them, Prussia shifted again, hand tightening on Italy’s erection and still moving, controlling every single movement and keeping Italy in a state of complete abandonment.
“G-Gilbert… ahnn…”
Lips clashed together, and Prussia owned Italy’s mouth in a few seconds, tasting every inch he could invade, one hand holding him still, the other still moving, although painfully slower.
“Feli…” he breathed against swollen lips, watching as brown eyes, dazed and unfocused, opened to stare at him. “I won…”
Italy let out a shuddery moan, tears pooling in his eyes. It wasn’t enough… he needed… needed…
“More…” he pleaded, trying to push his hips against the hand holding him.
“There will surely be more… after all, I won -I can do… anything I want…”
He moved Italy back, flush against the soft couch, and lowered the zip of Italy’s pants, pushing them down and away, letting them fall at the ankles together with his underwear. Italy shivered as cool air hit his vital regions, but had no time to ponder on it as a hot, wet mouth encircled the tip of his length, sucking it in.
“Oh -oh… ahn…”
Wide eyes shut close and he threw himself backwards, hands entangling into Prussia’s hair, breath stolen from his lungs.
Prussia smirked around the erection he was sucking, licking at its underneath and then nibbling at the head, taking his time to enjoy the taste and let Italy enjoy it fully. He knew the other was far too close already, but wanted it to last.
He licked lower, nuzzling at Italy’s length and giving quick, soft nibbles at the tender, reddened skin.
Every single nibble sent Italy’s body into spasms, the light pain only heightening his pleasure, eyes rolling back, mouth wide open, letting out the most delicious groans…
“Ahn…”
Precum oozing out from his shaft, swiftly licked away, the hands holding his hair tightened their hold, sending tugs of pain that only made Prussia shiver in delight, making him work harder-
“Gilbert… oh, p-please…”
He stopped, staring with darkened crimson eyes at the panting, spread Italian on the armchair, drinking in the sight of the completely submissive stance, lost in the waves of pleasure, and smirked.
“Please… what, Ita?”
Italy groaned, hazy and needing release. “P-please… more… I need… I need…”
His fingers clutched harder, tugging at Prussia’s scalp-
Prussia licked his lips and moved up, covering Italy’s body with his own. He didn’t have enough lubricant with him, but this time it would be fine anyway. Quickly wetting his fingers, he claimed Italy in another heated kiss.
Hungrily he devoured Italy’s lips with his own, allowing the Italian to taste himself in the kiss, sucking on his tongue and swallowing his groans of pleasure, his pleading whimpers, one hand taking hold of his still unsatisfied erection, the other moving lower, probing at his entrance, teasing it…
“Hnnn!”
Pushing a finger in, Gilbert almost groaned himself, feeling the tight, constricting heat twitch and clench around his index.
“Ah… aah…” Italy threw his head back and groaned again, loudly, nails digging into Prussia’s back as the finger probed deeper, searching, touching… “G… Gil… ahhhhn…”
“Yes, Ita… cry out…” biting on the other’s offered neck, Prussia enjoyed the shivering and writhing body under his own, pushing his finger deeper, adding a second one…
“Ah!”
Pushing harder, his other hand pumping the erection pressed against his stomach, humping down at the same time to relieve his own aching arousal, Prussia soon lost himself in the motions -Italy’s scent around him, the heat around his fingers, the flush on his cheeks…
“Gilbert!”
He kept moving, pushing and pulling and brushing and licking, ripping cries of pleasure out of Italy’s lips, swallowing them away, building his own way higher and higher-
“Come on, Feli…” Gilbert breathed, entangled and sweaty, licking at Feliciano’s chest, relishing the arms holding his back, pushing harder-
Italy felt his brain shutting down, burning with heat and pleasure, Gilbert filling all of his senses, nothing left, but the touches, and the building heat…
“Nnnn… ah… ah…”
And he was close, so close, sailing higher and higher, and Italy felt his breathing itch and choke, and clutched harder, yelling and writhing and closing his eyes…
Crooking his fingers, Prussia pushed down once more, and Italy felt white explode inside his body, blinding him. Pleasure took his breath away as he took hold of Prussia’s body above his, riding wave after wave of orgasm.
Spasms wracking his body, he yelled out again, his cries muffled as Prussia kissed him again, hands clenching and twitching around and inside him, and the firm frame above his-
“Gilbert!”
Prussia felt Italy come in his hand, quivering, exploding, coming undone underneath him, and he controlled it all, his own pleasure building in seeing the excited abandonment of the Italian’s flushed face, the way his mouth opened wide, yelling his name…
And then he was also coming in his pants, groaning in completion as he pushed his hips against Italy’s, fingers never stopping their motions inside, trembling in the momentarily loss of control.
Panting, spent, Prussia fell on top of Italy, who was equally flushed and recovering; lazily, Prussia licked the side of Italy’s neck, observing the hickeys with pride.
“You’re not that good at playing my games, Feli” he purred, chuckling at the tremors of the lither body under his.
“Ah…” Italy flushed, hands still clutching at the other’s back, and looked to the side.
Prussia chuckled. “I guess there’s always a second chance, though…”
A gasp and the sound of ripped clothes quickly followed his statement, and after that, Prussia took it upon himself to give Italy plenty of second chances for the rest of the day. In the height of his awesomeness, Prussia never lost, after all.
Pairing: Prussia/N.Italy.
Title: Let's play
Word count:
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“Italy, let’s play a game~”
“What is the catch?”
Italy shifted uncomfortably, eyeing the door to check if he could get there without being stopped. Prussia, apparently noticing where his eyes were, grabbed his wrist, making him jump.
“There is no real catch… let’s say that if you talk, I am allowed to do whatever I want… and I mean anything”.
Italy felt a shiver ran through his back, but hesitantly nodded. “O-ok” it wouldn’t be that hard, would it?
Prussia quickly explained the game -Italy would have to stay still and not talk for 20 minutes straight, whilst the other would try to make him react. If he lost, he would apparently have to allow Prussia something in exchange -but if he won…
“If you win, Ita…” Prussia’s eyes turned darker “I’ll be your slave for a week”.
Italy smiled. “It’s a deal then” he nodded happily.
Prussia was probably very bored, since Austria and Hungary were gone visiting Czech Republic and Slovakia, and even though he looked a bit intimidating, Italy really liked him. It wouldn’t be bad to play that game, would it?
If he won, he’d have Prussia eat pasta for a week and such~
“I’d say… start, then” Prussia purred.
Italy smiled, but promptly closed his mouth and hummed his consent, not moving from the sofa he was slouched into, and staring at the Prussian Nation, silently daring him to start.
Prussia eyed him for a moment, serious. Then, he smirked brightly. He wasn’t one to start slow. Kneeling in front of the sitting Italian, he positioned himself in between his legs and let one finger run from his neck down, brushing against his chest in a teasing manner, circling his clothed nipples.
Italy’s eyes widened a bit, smile faltering, but he kept still, eyes on him. Prussia’s smile widened even more.
“You see, Ita… there are many ways to play this game… but of course, with you, I’ll only be proper…” slowly, pressing his whole body flush against the lither one of Italy, Prussia leaned forwards, until his lips were at mere centimetres away from Italy’s.
The Italian’s body trembled, but he still didn’t move. He didn’t know what Prussia was doing, but if he thought he’d move or speak out of fright, he had another thing coming…
Warm breath on his ear made Feliciano’s skin tingle strangely, a flush covering his cheeks, but still he didn’t move, simply keeping his eyes on Gilbert and trying to see what he was-
A tongue flickered on the shell of Italy’s ear and he gasped within closed lips, eyes widening madly.
‘Wha-wha-what?!’
Prussia kept licking, taking the earlobe in his mouth and sucking on it. Italy felt a rush of sudden heat in his cheeks, and then in his vital regions, stirring them. He stifled a groan, shocked at what Prussia was doing.
He wanted to call it off, demand explanations, but he didn’t -a part of him wanted to see what would come next.
He had never been touched like that… it felt overwhelming… and good.
Prussia chuckled, the sound low and deep, tongue moving down to Italy’s neck feeding on the fine trembles shaking his body, tasting his skin -he was pleasantly aware that against his belly Italy’s vital regions were stirring quickly under his ministrations.
“Hmmm… you’re quite sensitive…” he purred, pushing Italy’s legs even further apart.
Now his sweet Italy’s face was as red as a tomato. The sight was alluring.
Prussia’s hands busied themselves on Italy’s tights, moving in circling patterns without really getting closer to the growing bulge in the middle, stroking above his pants and eliciting more trembles from the Italian Nation, whilst he tilted Italy’s head to the side, sucking on the neck’s skin, turning it red, biting down on it.
“Hnnn…” Italy was finding it harder and harder to think and concentrate, but managed to keep his moans in, muffled by his tightly close lips, eyes threatening to close under the waves of pleasure striking through his body.
His hands clenched at his sides, desperate to clutch at the soft texture of the sofa but held still at the same time by the last thread of control he still had.
Feliciano was drowning in pleasure.
It was building fast, with ever soft touch, with the way Gilbert’s hands were massaging the inner side of his tights, never venturing further in, by how his tongue and teeth and lips were doing wonders on his neck and ears, shifting upwards, kissing his tense lips, softly biting on them, sucking, licking…
“Nnn…”
“Still nothing?” Prussia’s voice was low, sensual, hot breath in his ear, and Italy felt the world spin around him, too aroused to think, eyes falling close, fighting with the remains of his sanity not to let Prussia win…
‘n-not let him… win…’
Prussia smirked, momentarily stopping his ministrations. He could see how far he had taken Italy already, could feel it through the constant trembling of his body, tensing and relaxing his muscles, trying to not to move, but most of all, he could feel it through Italy’s erection pressing against him.
The thought of what was to come made Prussia’s mouth water.
He planned on doing a lot more… but to do that, well… he needed to win, first. After all, he wanted Italy at his most vocal.
With a smirk, Gilbert moved forwards again, keeping his body away from Feliciano and nuzzling his neck, trailing quick, short licks and kisses all over his skin, that was already turning red with hickeys.
Smirk turning feral, he bit down on Italy’s left ear, blowing air on it and nibbling it again, doing the same to the other.
Italy was trembling again, head threatening to loll back, lips parting a millimetre to let out a soft, desperate gasp…
Nibbling the front of his neck Prussia chuckled heartily, snapping the buttons of Italy’s shirt open, hands brushing down, touching creamy skin, tongue darting out to caress a nipple…
A more audible gasp, an almost reflexive twitch of Italy’s arms, and Prussia knew he was close, so close to…
He took one nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, softly nibbling at it, and moved in for the kill -he slipped one hand inside Feliciano’s pants, and without warning grabbed his arousal, pumping it roughly.
Italy’s reaction was instantaneous -he let out a loud wail, gasping Prussia’s name in a breathless cry, throwing his head backwards and then doubling over when Prussia kept his motions.
Hands coming to hold the other’s shoulders, Italy wailed, hiding his face in Prussia’s hair, trembling harder.
Blocking Italy’s legs apart, as his unconscious reaction had been to close them, Prussia shifted again, hand tightening on Italy’s erection and still moving, controlling every single movement and keeping Italy in a state of complete abandonment.
“G-Gilbert… ahnn…”
Lips clashed together, and Prussia owned Italy’s mouth in a few seconds, tasting every inch he could invade, one hand holding him still, the other still moving, although painfully slower.
“Feli…” he breathed against swollen lips, watching as brown eyes, dazed and unfocused, opened to stare at him. “I won…”
Italy let out a shuddery moan, tears pooling in his eyes. It wasn’t enough… he needed… needed…
“More…” he pleaded, trying to push his hips against the hand holding him.
“There will surely be more… after all, I won -I can do… anything I want…”
He moved Italy back, flush against the soft couch, and lowered the zip of Italy’s pants, pushing them down and away, letting them fall at the ankles together with his underwear. Italy shivered as cool air hit his vital regions, but had no time to ponder on it as a hot, wet mouth encircled the tip of his length, sucking it in.
“Oh -oh… ahn…”
Wide eyes shut close and he threw himself backwards, hands entangling into Prussia’s hair, breath stolen from his lungs.
Prussia smirked around the erection he was sucking, licking at its underneath and then nibbling at the head, taking his time to enjoy the taste and let Italy enjoy it fully. He knew the other was far too close already, but wanted it to last.
He licked lower, nuzzling at Italy’s length and giving quick, soft nibbles at the tender, reddened skin.
Every single nibble sent Italy’s body into spasms, the light pain only heightening his pleasure, eyes rolling back, mouth wide open, letting out the most delicious groans…
“Ahn…”
Precum oozing out from his shaft, swiftly licked away, the hands holding his hair tightened their hold, sending tugs of pain that only made Prussia shiver in delight, making him work harder-
“Gilbert… oh, p-please…”
He stopped, staring with darkened crimson eyes at the panting, spread Italian on the armchair, drinking in the sight of the completely submissive stance, lost in the waves of pleasure, and smirked.
“Please… what, Ita?”
Italy groaned, hazy and needing release. “P-please… more… I need… I need…”
His fingers clutched harder, tugging at Prussia’s scalp-
Prussia licked his lips and moved up, covering Italy’s body with his own. He didn’t have enough lubricant with him, but this time it would be fine anyway. Quickly wetting his fingers, he claimed Italy in another heated kiss.
Hungrily he devoured Italy’s lips with his own, allowing the Italian to taste himself in the kiss, sucking on his tongue and swallowing his groans of pleasure, his pleading whimpers, one hand taking hold of his still unsatisfied erection, the other moving lower, probing at his entrance, teasing it…
“Hnnn!”
Pushing a finger in, Gilbert almost groaned himself, feeling the tight, constricting heat twitch and clench around his index.
“Ah… aah…” Italy threw his head back and groaned again, loudly, nails digging into Prussia’s back as the finger probed deeper, searching, touching… “G… Gil… ahhhhn…”
“Yes, Ita… cry out…” biting on the other’s offered neck, Prussia enjoyed the shivering and writhing body under his own, pushing his finger deeper, adding a second one…
“Ah!”
Pushing harder, his other hand pumping the erection pressed against his stomach, humping down at the same time to relieve his own aching arousal, Prussia soon lost himself in the motions -Italy’s scent around him, the heat around his fingers, the flush on his cheeks…
“Gilbert!”
He kept moving, pushing and pulling and brushing and licking, ripping cries of pleasure out of Italy’s lips, swallowing them away, building his own way higher and higher-
“Come on, Feli…” Gilbert breathed, entangled and sweaty, licking at Feliciano’s chest, relishing the arms holding his back, pushing harder-
Italy felt his brain shutting down, burning with heat and pleasure, Gilbert filling all of his senses, nothing left, but the touches, and the building heat…
“Nnnn… ah… ah…”
And he was close, so close, sailing higher and higher, and Italy felt his breathing itch and choke, and clutched harder, yelling and writhing and closing his eyes…
Crooking his fingers, Prussia pushed down once more, and Italy felt white explode inside his body, blinding him. Pleasure took his breath away as he took hold of Prussia’s body above his, riding wave after wave of orgasm.
Spasms wracking his body, he yelled out again, his cries muffled as Prussia kissed him again, hands clenching and twitching around and inside him, and the firm frame above his-
“Gilbert!”
Prussia felt Italy come in his hand, quivering, exploding, coming undone underneath him, and he controlled it all, his own pleasure building in seeing the excited abandonment of the Italian’s flushed face, the way his mouth opened wide, yelling his name…
And then he was also coming in his pants, groaning in completion as he pushed his hips against Italy’s, fingers never stopping their motions inside, trembling in the momentarily loss of control.
Panting, spent, Prussia fell on top of Italy, who was equally flushed and recovering; lazily, Prussia licked the side of Italy’s neck, observing the hickeys with pride.
“You’re not that good at playing my games, Feli” he purred, chuckling at the tremors of the lither body under his.
“Ah…” Italy flushed, hands still clutching at the other’s back, and looked to the side.
Prussia chuckled. “I guess there’s always a second chance, though…”
A gasp and the sound of ripped clothes quickly followed his statement, and after that, Prussia took it upon himself to give Italy plenty of second chances for the rest of the day. In the height of his awesomeness, Prussia never lost, after all.