[Fic Repost] Piano Envy
This is a fic that I wrote about a year ago and posted to my old journal. I'm reposting it here. It's an R18 fic and is Austria/Hungary surprise surprise. Enjoy!
Elizaveta would never forget that summer evening as long as she lived. From the very day of her wedding to Roderich, there was nothing she wanted more than for him to make love to her with the same passion he displayed every time he ever played his beloved piano. Over the years, she'd found herself growing jealous of the instrument, to the point that she'd shoot a dirty look at it whenever she passed by it unattended. It was silly, she knew it, but she couldn't help herself. She just wanted to be touched with such unrestrained love and desire as he showed that damn piano.
So of course, nothing surprised her more than the events that unfolded that evening in early summer. She had been dusting her rival (though she was no longer a maid, she still performed some household chores; she believed that all good people had a good work ethic, after all) when her husband arrived home from a performance by one of Vienna's many orchestras (she'd opted to stay home as it was a particularly long concert, and though she enjoyed music, too much of that sort of thing bored her. Mainly the atmosphere). Usually he would give his wife some sort of greeting upon coming inside, but something was different tonight.
Yes, something was very different, considering Roderich didn't normally silently come up behind Elizaveta and wrap his arms loosely around her waist. She jumped at this, but relaxed when she heard his voice whisper “Guten Abend, meine liebe” in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. Shivering out of excitement, Elizaveta unconsciously leaned back against her husband…and into his already present erection. She froze, surprised, but not displeased. Quite the opposite, in fact; though having Roderich come on to her like this was unusual, rare, even, it was something that Elizaveta had been longing for, hand in hand with the passionate sex, for quite some time. It never went through her mind that this could be a dream. That was impossible; her dreams never felt this good, and there was nothing more real to Elizaveta than the hardness pressing into the small of her back.
She ground against him slowly, teasing, preparing to seize this moment and enjoy it to the fullest-until she felt one of his hands slide upward to cup her breast. Glancing downward and seeing Roderich’s hand on her, his wedding ring reflecting the candlelight from the chandelier above, his slender fingers slightly indenting her flesh through the fabric of her dress, took away any ability to coherently think. It was a bit odd, she couldn’t help but notice, that she’d been perfectly capable of logical and coherent thought mere moments before. All it took was one instant for Roderich to sweep her off her feet.
He took his time in feeling her up, relishing in the soft whimpers he was eliciting from her as he did so. He silently thanked the powers that be for her inability to see how much he was blushing. Though she tried, Elizaveta couldn’t hold back a gasp when she felt her dress slip off and fall to the floor. When had he unfastened it? She was too wrapped up in the mind-numbing pleasure of one of her strongest fantasies beginning to be fulfilled to take notice. Not that it mattered, really; her state of undress was far less important than how overdressed he was.
Roderich released his wife long enough for her to spin around to face him, throw her arms around his neck, and pull him into a deep kiss. She busied herself with untying his cravat while she kissed him. He occupied his hands similarly, unclasping the hooks holding her bra in place. A few short minutes of kissing and undressing each other later, they were both completely naked and seated on the piano bench together. Elizaveta knew she’d never forget how amazing it felt to have Roderich kissing and suckling at her neck while he fondled her bare breasts. This whole thing was just incredible and she wished she could freeze time into this moment forever.
She couldn’t hold back her moans, which had increased in volume rather significantly. Thankfully, the music room had soundproof walls, and Roderich had shut and locked the door behind him when he came in. She also couldn’t hold back her hand from shifting from its place caressing Roderich’s thigh to slip between his legs and touch his cock. His eyes widened, then shut as she grasped his manhood and began stroking it. He now found himself unable to hold back his own moans, either, though he was maintaining enough control to keep them substantially softer than his wife’s. Running his index finger lightly over a nipple, he let his other hand drift down her stomach, tracing little circles along the way down. He smirked when he noticed her shiver of anticipation, and proceeded to skip over her need entirely, teasingly stroking behind her knee.
Elizaveta stopped moving her hand and shot her husband a glare.
“Wh-why did you do that?!” she demanded, voice shaky.
Roderich laughed softly in response, then answered,
“Rushing would give instant gratification, yes, but taking our time will give us both the most in the long run”
She pouted at this answer, but didn’t argue; she knew he was right. Instead she pressed her lips to his, tangling her free hand in his hair as she kissed him. His fingers continued their gentle, teasing strokes as his hand traveled steadily upward. Electricity shot through Elizaveta’s nerves when she felt his fingertips rubbing oh so gently at her clit, forcing her to break their kiss and gasp for air. Roderich gave a satisfied smirk as he rubbed between her legs, once again causing his wife to completely lose any control of herself. All she could do was mewl and whimper out of desire, and buck her hips upward against his sinfully skilled fingers.
Shifting her so that she was leaning back against the piano, he vacated the piano bench and dropped to his knees in front of her. He gazed upward and met her eyes, the mischievous glint in his own making her shudder. She wanted to watch him, but her eyes disobeyed and shut tight when she felt his tongue dart out and trace a line along her inner thigh.
“Mmm, you’re so sensitive” he purred.
The way his lips vibrated against her nether regions made her tremble. He didn’t wait to gauge that reaction, however, but instead dived into the task he’d assigned himself. He lapped at her folds, tasting her and delighting in the way her legs quaked as he licked at her. Her feet were anchored to the support bar under the piano bench, and that was the primary way she managed to keep from slipping, along with her white-knuckled grip on the wood covering the keys of the piano. He took his time in tormenting her with an overload of pleasure, swirling his tongue over her clit, then plunging it inside her. That made her scream. He kept up the assault on her senses until she reached her climax, then pulled away with one last lick.
He couldn’t hide how clearly pleased with himself he was as he watched her catch her breath. Elizaveta noticed this pride, and wasn’t sure if it annoyed or aroused her. She decided on the latter. A split second after she’d come to that conclusion, her ability to think properly was stripped from her once again. Roderich couldn’t stand to wait any longer. How he’d moved so quickly she couldn’t figure out, but in what seemed like a flash of lightning, he’d closed the distance between them, hoisted her up so that she was seated on the keyboard cover, and penetrated her, burying himself inside her to the hilt in one swift movement. He held the backs of her thighs, her knees hooked around his forearms as he rocked his hips. It took all of his self control to not just pound into her at top speed right away, but he’d said it himself, rushing things wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as taking their time.
Somehow Elizaveta managed to force her eyes back open after the initial shockwave of pleasure passed over her. She watched as he thrust into her, taking in the sight of his rolling muscles as he worked her body, memorizing the way his face contorted and relaxed in varying intervals. A bead of sweat dripped down his face as he steadily ramped up the pace. Her hips jerked and bucked as he kept thrusting. She loved how he was hitting all the right spots inside her, making her moan with ever growing volume, intensity, and duration.
At some point, she’d pried her hands from the piano, gripping her husband’s shoulders instead. He winced slightly as her nails dug into his skin, but the rest of that reaction was worth it. He’d finally hit the spot he’d been searching for, making her cry out in a long, echoing scream that reverberated through the room. Her eyes screwed shut once more and her body spasmed as the pleasure washed over her. Her muscles clenched even tighter around him as he continued thrusting into her, slowing his pace slightly in order to watch her reaction to her orgasm. That tightening finally sent Roderich over the edge after her. Her name spilled from his lips in a tender cry as he emptied his semen inside her.
It took the last of his strength to pull out and collapse on the piano bench beside her. Elizaveta slumped over, unable to hold herself up anymore, and he caught her in his arms and guided her to rest on him, her head on his shoulder as he leaned back against the piano again. His usual sense of modesty crept back into him and he draped his coat over them both in order to cover them up until they'd restored enough energy to dress and head upstairs to bed. She never figured out what exactly had gotten into her husband that evening, but she certainly realized that she’d just had the best sex of her life. Every so often after that evening, Roderich would get into a similar mood and ravish her on the spot, and she loved every second of it, regardless of her inability to pinpoint the cause.
But perhaps the greatest thing to come of that first encounter was that she never again felt so fiercely envious of the piano.
Elizaveta would never forget that summer evening as long as she lived. From the very day of her wedding to Roderich, there was nothing she wanted more than for him to make love to her with the same passion he displayed every time he ever played his beloved piano. Over the years, she'd found herself growing jealous of the instrument, to the point that she'd shoot a dirty look at it whenever she passed by it unattended. It was silly, she knew it, but she couldn't help herself. She just wanted to be touched with such unrestrained love and desire as he showed that damn piano.
So of course, nothing surprised her more than the events that unfolded that evening in early summer. She had been dusting her rival (though she was no longer a maid, she still performed some household chores; she believed that all good people had a good work ethic, after all) when her husband arrived home from a performance by one of Vienna's many orchestras (she'd opted to stay home as it was a particularly long concert, and though she enjoyed music, too much of that sort of thing bored her. Mainly the atmosphere). Usually he would give his wife some sort of greeting upon coming inside, but something was different tonight.
Yes, something was very different, considering Roderich didn't normally silently come up behind Elizaveta and wrap his arms loosely around her waist. She jumped at this, but relaxed when she heard his voice whisper “Guten Abend, meine liebe” in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. Shivering out of excitement, Elizaveta unconsciously leaned back against her husband…and into his already present erection. She froze, surprised, but not displeased. Quite the opposite, in fact; though having Roderich come on to her like this was unusual, rare, even, it was something that Elizaveta had been longing for, hand in hand with the passionate sex, for quite some time. It never went through her mind that this could be a dream. That was impossible; her dreams never felt this good, and there was nothing more real to Elizaveta than the hardness pressing into the small of her back.
She ground against him slowly, teasing, preparing to seize this moment and enjoy it to the fullest-until she felt one of his hands slide upward to cup her breast. Glancing downward and seeing Roderich’s hand on her, his wedding ring reflecting the candlelight from the chandelier above, his slender fingers slightly indenting her flesh through the fabric of her dress, took away any ability to coherently think. It was a bit odd, she couldn’t help but notice, that she’d been perfectly capable of logical and coherent thought mere moments before. All it took was one instant for Roderich to sweep her off her feet.
He took his time in feeling her up, relishing in the soft whimpers he was eliciting from her as he did so. He silently thanked the powers that be for her inability to see how much he was blushing. Though she tried, Elizaveta couldn’t hold back a gasp when she felt her dress slip off and fall to the floor. When had he unfastened it? She was too wrapped up in the mind-numbing pleasure of one of her strongest fantasies beginning to be fulfilled to take notice. Not that it mattered, really; her state of undress was far less important than how overdressed he was.
Roderich released his wife long enough for her to spin around to face him, throw her arms around his neck, and pull him into a deep kiss. She busied herself with untying his cravat while she kissed him. He occupied his hands similarly, unclasping the hooks holding her bra in place. A few short minutes of kissing and undressing each other later, they were both completely naked and seated on the piano bench together. Elizaveta knew she’d never forget how amazing it felt to have Roderich kissing and suckling at her neck while he fondled her bare breasts. This whole thing was just incredible and she wished she could freeze time into this moment forever.
She couldn’t hold back her moans, which had increased in volume rather significantly. Thankfully, the music room had soundproof walls, and Roderich had shut and locked the door behind him when he came in. She also couldn’t hold back her hand from shifting from its place caressing Roderich’s thigh to slip between his legs and touch his cock. His eyes widened, then shut as she grasped his manhood and began stroking it. He now found himself unable to hold back his own moans, either, though he was maintaining enough control to keep them substantially softer than his wife’s. Running his index finger lightly over a nipple, he let his other hand drift down her stomach, tracing little circles along the way down. He smirked when he noticed her shiver of anticipation, and proceeded to skip over her need entirely, teasingly stroking behind her knee.
Elizaveta stopped moving her hand and shot her husband a glare.
“Wh-why did you do that?!” she demanded, voice shaky.
Roderich laughed softly in response, then answered,
“Rushing would give instant gratification, yes, but taking our time will give us both the most in the long run”
She pouted at this answer, but didn’t argue; she knew he was right. Instead she pressed her lips to his, tangling her free hand in his hair as she kissed him. His fingers continued their gentle, teasing strokes as his hand traveled steadily upward. Electricity shot through Elizaveta’s nerves when she felt his fingertips rubbing oh so gently at her clit, forcing her to break their kiss and gasp for air. Roderich gave a satisfied smirk as he rubbed between her legs, once again causing his wife to completely lose any control of herself. All she could do was mewl and whimper out of desire, and buck her hips upward against his sinfully skilled fingers.
Shifting her so that she was leaning back against the piano, he vacated the piano bench and dropped to his knees in front of her. He gazed upward and met her eyes, the mischievous glint in his own making her shudder. She wanted to watch him, but her eyes disobeyed and shut tight when she felt his tongue dart out and trace a line along her inner thigh.
“Mmm, you’re so sensitive” he purred.
The way his lips vibrated against her nether regions made her tremble. He didn’t wait to gauge that reaction, however, but instead dived into the task he’d assigned himself. He lapped at her folds, tasting her and delighting in the way her legs quaked as he licked at her. Her feet were anchored to the support bar under the piano bench, and that was the primary way she managed to keep from slipping, along with her white-knuckled grip on the wood covering the keys of the piano. He took his time in tormenting her with an overload of pleasure, swirling his tongue over her clit, then plunging it inside her. That made her scream. He kept up the assault on her senses until she reached her climax, then pulled away with one last lick.
He couldn’t hide how clearly pleased with himself he was as he watched her catch her breath. Elizaveta noticed this pride, and wasn’t sure if it annoyed or aroused her. She decided on the latter. A split second after she’d come to that conclusion, her ability to think properly was stripped from her once again. Roderich couldn’t stand to wait any longer. How he’d moved so quickly she couldn’t figure out, but in what seemed like a flash of lightning, he’d closed the distance between them, hoisted her up so that she was seated on the keyboard cover, and penetrated her, burying himself inside her to the hilt in one swift movement. He held the backs of her thighs, her knees hooked around his forearms as he rocked his hips. It took all of his self control to not just pound into her at top speed right away, but he’d said it himself, rushing things wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as taking their time.
Somehow Elizaveta managed to force her eyes back open after the initial shockwave of pleasure passed over her. She watched as he thrust into her, taking in the sight of his rolling muscles as he worked her body, memorizing the way his face contorted and relaxed in varying intervals. A bead of sweat dripped down his face as he steadily ramped up the pace. Her hips jerked and bucked as he kept thrusting. She loved how he was hitting all the right spots inside her, making her moan with ever growing volume, intensity, and duration.
At some point, she’d pried her hands from the piano, gripping her husband’s shoulders instead. He winced slightly as her nails dug into his skin, but the rest of that reaction was worth it. He’d finally hit the spot he’d been searching for, making her cry out in a long, echoing scream that reverberated through the room. Her eyes screwed shut once more and her body spasmed as the pleasure washed over her. Her muscles clenched even tighter around him as he continued thrusting into her, slowing his pace slightly in order to watch her reaction to her orgasm. That tightening finally sent Roderich over the edge after her. Her name spilled from his lips in a tender cry as he emptied his semen inside her.
It took the last of his strength to pull out and collapse on the piano bench beside her. Elizaveta slumped over, unable to hold herself up anymore, and he caught her in his arms and guided her to rest on him, her head on his shoulder as he leaned back against the piano again. His usual sense of modesty crept back into him and he draped his coat over them both in order to cover them up until they'd restored enough energy to dress and head upstairs to bed. She never figured out what exactly had gotten into her husband that evening, but she certainly realized that she’d just had the best sex of her life. Every so often after that evening, Roderich would get into a similar mood and ravish her on the spot, and she loved every second of it, regardless of her inability to pinpoint the cause.
But perhaps the greatest thing to come of that first encounter was that she never again felt so fiercely envious of the piano.