[Fanfiction: Axis Powers Hetalia] [Austria/Hungary] Anniversary Sweets (R18)

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June 8th, 2012 was a date that was a first for Hungary and Austria. It was their 145th anniversary. It was also the first time someone else had given them an anniversary gift. Hungary had gotten to be fairly good friends with Japan over the past few years. They found that they shared a passion for….ahem…”art”. Let’s simply leave it at that. As such, the Asian nation had decided to express his friendship by way of offering her a gift for said anniversary, as it was a special day for her, and 145 was a sort of a benchmark. Even if it wasn’t entirely accurate, as they had been divorced for nearly a century now. That certainly wouldn’t stop them from celebrating, however. It was no secret that they still loved one another, and they still acted married. Really all they lacked was official documentation. As such, he presented her with a small, discreetly wrapped package that morning.

“Happy anniversary, Hungary-san. I’m sure the two of you will put this to good use.”

He gave a small bow, and politely accepted her offer to come in for coffee. It had been quite the long trip for him, after all, though he did have business with France anyway so it was on the way.

Once he left, Hungary eyed the package curiously. Should she wait to open it until she roused Austria? He was such a late riser, and she tended to let him sleep as long as he liked when he had no obligations to fulfill that day, so he was still fast asleep. Or should she open it now?

Ultimately, curiosity won out. She opened up the paper to find a small, black cardboard box. Inside that was a glass bottle. She examined it, curious as to what it was.

Then blushed a little upon the realization.

“Ohhhh….thank you very much, Japan. We’ll put this to good use indeed~”

She licked her lips in anticipation.

The gift was a bottle of edible body paint.

Not the trashy kind, either. It had very elegant packaging, and the flavor sounded absolutely mouthwatering. Oh yes, this would be a good anniversary indeed.

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That evening was a lovely one, spent out at a fine restaurant for dinner, followed by a Vienna Philharmonic concert. Austria entwined his fingers with Hungary’s as they walked home together, enjoying the warm breeze and one another’s company in silence. Hungary sighed happily and Austria smiled a little, giving her hand a light squeeze. He loved these comfortable silences, these moments when he could simply enjoy her beauty, her scent, the softness of her skin, her warmth, all of her. Words were unnecessary in such moments, and it was absolutely delightful.

Once they were back inside their house, however, the mood changed entirely, just as Austria expected it would. He knew his wife well enough to know he’d be getting jumped sooner or later. Not that he had any objections to this whatsoever. Oh no.

It only took a few seconds upon entering the house for Hungary to have Austria pushed up against the door. She leaned in and caught his ear in her mouth, grazing her teeth across it. He shuddered. His ears were quite the weak point for him. It took Hungary a surprisingly long time to figure that out, but once she did she began exploiting it and has done so ever since.

“Roderich~ Do you have any idea how long I’ve been in the mood today~?”

She purred, breath hot against his ear.

Between that and the way she was rubbing against him, he was already quite hard.

“…I take it quite a while.”

He swallowed heavily. He knew what that meant. It meant she’d undoubtedly be quite intense in bed that night. Truthfully, this was all making him rather eager for it as well. He couldn’t resist her, especially not when she was like this.

“Exactly.”

She nipped his earlobe before pulling back, fingers rapidly working to divest him of his suit jacket. It was absurd how good she was at tearing his clothing off, really. It took under a minute for her to get the garment off him entirely. She was prepared to begin the assault on his cravat and dress shirt when he caught her wrist.

“Shall we continue this upstairs?”

The look in his eyes was nearly predatory. She grinned and nodded.

“But of course.”

He was then nearly dragged upstairs and thrown upon the bed. God, he loved when she was like this. He gazed up at her as she straddled his lap and began seductively unbuttoning her blouse, licking her lips as she locked eyes with him.

Oh God, she was wearing that unbearably sexy blood red bra with black lace that he loved so much.

She finally pulled it off and flung it to the side of the room before lunging down for him, kissing him so hard it almost hurt. Almost. He kissed back just as fiercely, and when they finally pulled apart they were breathless. She then tore off his cravat like she’d wanted to earlier and tossed it in the same general direction as her blouse. He didn’t even bother to worry about how careless she was being with his clothing. He’d long since given up on that. When she wanted him this badly, anything that came between them had to be eradicated, and that meant the forceful removal of clothing he was so used to being subjected to now. He’d actually come to like it rather than worrying about the state of his clothing.

He bit back what would’ve been a rather shameful whimper when she rolled off him and stood up, stretching languidly before slipping out of her skirt-oh hey, she was wearing the panties that match that bra-and made a show of bending over as she reached for something on the lower shelf of their nightstand. He was curious as to what she was getting out of there, though he was just enjoying the show more than anything. Hungary’s curvaceous body entranced him just as much as her wit, strength, gentle demeanor, et cetera, though he refused to admit it aloud. He wasn’t like France, after all. But that didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate her. Ahem. Assets.

He gave her a quizzical look when she straightened up, holding up a bottle of red liquid and grinning delightedly.

“What, may I ask, is that, Elizaveta?”

The way she was looking at him while holding that bottle gave him the distinct feeling it was something good.

“It’s an anniversary gift~”

With that, she handed him the bottle. He looked it over curiously.

His eyes widened when he figured out what it was.

“…What a thoughtful gift.”

That was all he could manage to say. His heartbeat sped up a bit with the excitement.

Well.

This is Austria being handed something meant for a sexual purpose that tastes like strawberries and champagne.

“May I?”

Her response was to unfasten and toss aside her bra and lie back on the bed, eyes fixated on him as he uncapped the bottle and pulled the brush taped to the back free. He sniffed the contents of the bottle before dipping the brush inside. If it tasted as good as it smelled, he was about to be in Heaven.

Hungary gasped softly at the sensation of the cool liquid touching her skin. It was thick and kind of sticky, and smelled tantalizingly sweet. He trailed the brush over her breasts, completely coating her nipples, then trailed it down between them, drawing a swirl around her belly button that he spiraled all the way out to her hip bones. Deciding that was sufficient, he put the brush and bottle down and took a moment to admire his work. Hungary’s body always looked incredible to him, no matter how many times he saw her completely exposed. Right now, though, she looked absolutely delicious. The gift was a rather perfect appeal to Austria’s sweet tooth, after all.

He could wait no longer. Hungary groaned softly when she felt his tongue on her skin at last, eagerly lapping at the paint. It did taste just as good as he expected. Equally delicious, however, were her pleasured moans. She gripped his shoulders and writhed beneath him. He was always amazing with his mouth, but the way he was sucking at her skin as though he couldn’t get enough of the taste (which he truly couldn’t) was driving her wild, and he was only even working on the tops of her breasts.

The way she screamed when he took a nipple into his mouth was something he wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon. She was moaning almost ceaselessly now. Her hand found its way to the back of his head, tugging at his hair, urging him to go on. He sank his teeth into her nipple, making her arch her back and cry out, then lapped at it softly. From there he trailed over her other breast, repeating the process entirely. By the time he finished that, she was panting and sweating, eyes hazy as she stared at him. He just gazed at her for a moment before working on the trail down her stomach. Soon she was thrashing again, her body hypersensitive to stimulation now. He licked and sucked at her skin with such sheer eagerness that it drove her crazy.

Once he was finished he pulled away and wiped his mouth. The paint still colored her skin a light pink where it was applied, though a light touch to her stomach proved it was no longer sticky, nor did it leave any residue. She was flushed and still breathing heavily, and looking rather satisfied. She looked much like she did when she…wait.

“Elizaveta, did you just-“

“Y-Yes, I came. When you were sucking on my nipples.”

Holy Hell.

That got him so painfully hard that he had to unzip his trousers. He’d come close, but he’d never gotten her to orgasm without any stimulation between her legs before. She always needed at least a little extra push from clitoral stimulation. Once the initial shock wore off he smirked, rather pleased with himself now.

“Well then. I suppose I couldn’t just stop now, then, if you enjoy it so much…Spread your legs, bitte.”

She of course obliged, rather eagerly in fact, after pulling her panties off and flinging them aside to join all of the other discarded garments. He began painting her thighs now, this time being rather self-indulgent by painting little music notes. She began moaning and bucking her hips shallowly as soon as he began lavishing attention on her skin. He took his time with this sweet torment, his mouth so close to where she really wanted it and yet so far. Once the last of the paint was sucked off of her skin, he at last dragged his tongue over her already dripping wet slit. He had to hold her hips down to keep her from bucking too much as she squirmed beneath him, thighs quivering.

Her own taste was almost as appealing to him as the paint was. He’d acquired a taste for her over the many years spent as her lover. It was a bit hard not to given how often he had his head between her thighs like this, really. He swirled his tongue around her slit, then caught her clit between his teeth, ever so gently dragging them over it. That move always made her scream and push his head down, wordlessly demanding that he not even entertain the idea of stopping. He worked at her clit like that more before slipping his tongue inside her and lapping at her juices. Another attack on her clit was all it took for her to come again, her whole body quivering with the force of her orgasm.

He pulled back and wiped his mouth again, then yanked his trousers and underwear off. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to have her now. And Hungary was far too gone with lust to disagree. She couldn’t wait anymore either, truthfully. He indicated for her to flip over onto her hands and knees, which she did, and grabbed her hips, pulling her back towards him. He guided his cock to her entrance and plunged inside, groaning as he finally, finally took her. Immediately he began pounding her, making her moan and whimper and beg for more. Usually she was such a dominant woman, but this submissive side of her also existed, though only he was ever permitted to see it, and sometimes it needed indulged. Like now. And she looked stunning like this, on her hands and knees, ass high in the air, the expression on her face screaming “fuck me!”…

…Actually, she was screaming that herself, right about now.

“R-Roderich, bitte, fuck me as hard as you can oh God I need it!”

No one, no one could refuse such a request.

No, not a request.

An order.

That thought made him shiver as he fulfilled said order, practically hammering her into the mattress he was going so hard. His grip on her hips was tight enough to leave red marks. Just how she liked it. On a whim he pulled out and flipped her over onto her back before repositioning and pushing back into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her arms over his shoulders, nails immediately digging into his back. Oh yes, perfect. It was fairly normal for his back to be covered in bright red scratch marks when he finished having sex with her. Even their more gentle lovemakings often resulted in this. And he absolutely loved it.

His own grunting grew in volume now. Both of them were quite close, and he was determined to give her a third orgasm before finishing. He focused on this and thus focused his energy on slamming into her g spot over and over as rapidly as possible. This worked. It had her screaming her throat raw as she came one last time. That was it for him as well. He bit his lip as his own orgasm hit him, giving a few more thrusts as he emptied himself into her and then finally collapsing on top of her and rolling off to lie by her side.

They lied together like that for a while, both dazed and satisfied. When Austria regained his senses, however, he had Hungary hovering over him, a pout on her face.

“Hasi, is something wrong?”

She made a small ‘hmmph!’ noise before answering.

“I didn’t get to use the paint on you!”

He chuckled at that and pulled her back down to the bed, looking her in the eyes.

“Well then. I guess that means we haven’ t finished for the night after all, have we?”

That cheered her right up. She licked her lips.

“No. No we most certainly have not.”

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