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Title: Tease.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Prussia/England.
Rating: NC-17/MA.
Warning: Smut, sex.
Wordcount: 1769.
Summary: Original request Here. Prussia/England. Dirty dancing at a nightclub. AU or not, everything else is up to anon!
Disclaimer: Hetalia isn't mine.
Notes: It's short but I hope you like it. : D Will also x-post it to the kink meme when tomorrow.
He can feel the heat of the erection pressed against him through the leather and together with the music he moves his hips backwards. He tries to follow the beat but the hands on his hips try to keep him close (so he can decide what phase they go on and it involves England keeping his hips close to his). They go uneven and England even tries to tease him by moving away when he moves in and the curse in his ear tells him he's victorious.
But the moment is short lived as the other's hand moves from his hip to his front and in his leather pants (Prussia has no shame.) and starts stroking his erection. Slow and teasingly (and they have all the time so why rush things ?) fingers softly sliding over the underside of his erection and not giving him that satisfaction. (and England decides he's a real bastard when it comes to moment like these.)
Not the usual hard strokes that would leave him panting and whimpering while looking up in those flaming red eyes that seemed to burn--
Thumb tracing the head, softly pushing against the slit and sliding his thumb upwards. England's legs buck and suddenly Prussia's other hand slides around his stomach to pull him harder against his body and he can't help but groan with the sudden movement, his erection snugly between England's asscheeks and his grip on England's cock tightens for a moment (England is thankful).
The puffs of air in his ear are uncomfortable. They're too warm (nevermind that the club they were in was scorching hot) and distract him from getting his revenge, the different tones Prussia grunts, groans (or whimpers and the way he'd suck in air when England moves his hips in circles) or mutter curses keeps him from focussing on giving Prussia a hard time.
Suddenly the tight hold Prussia had on his cock loosened and pushing his hips backwards silently begging for him to continue to hold him like that doesn't help at all. (He knows that but even so continues to thrust back and beg silently, it feels good, it sends his senses overload.)
"You slut."
He can't help but grunt in reply, it sends more shivers up his spine and his dick starts to throb, he does like to hear him talk dirty after all.
"Everyone can see that you're a slut,"
He does not mind, not right now, no one knows them and the chance of seeing them again is void. The only thing he can concentrate on is the body behind him and not on the other people dancing around them (which isn't even real dancing, it's more like having sex with their clothes on while surrounded by others who do the same, it's just one big orgy).
Though he has never seen them before he knows their names, their past and future and their worries and problems and they will always be a part of him as much as he is a part of them. It's the same for Prussia, his land is gone but his people live on and will continue to do so.
Prussia's hand disappears from his trousers and he curses (and if it's not Prussia's hand it will be his own to give him release) and he feels impatient, he knows people are staring and it's a turn on and Prussia doesn't take advantage of it (he does, just not in the right way) by fucking him right now on the dance floor- instead he just teases him and calls him a slut and describes to him how the one guy in the corner has his hand in his pants while watching them or how he might ask him to join them and how one will fill up his ass and the other his mouth and like the good little slut he is he'd beg for more (because they've done that, have been there so it's nothing new).
England is frustrated now, irritated by the disappearance of the hand and can't help himself- "If you don't fuck me now I'll ask another to, and I'm sure he's going to give it to me hard, unlike you." and Prussia moans before thrusting forward.
It's an empty threat but he gives in anyway and one hand is back to holding his hips while the other is held up in front of England and without word he takes them in his mouth and coat them with his saliva, moves his tongue over them and in between and sucks on them lightly (and it makes Prussia's mind go wild and without a thought grounds his erection against England's ass because, yes, he has limits too) and when Prussia pulls them out his teeth softly bite down (just the way Prussia likes it.)
"Bastard" is whispered heavily in his ear and England can't help but smirk because it got to him. Prussia does not take it slow, not carefully lowering his trousers but yanking them down until he got to his anus and shoves two of his fingers in (he wanted it rough so he got it rough). England's body tightens, stiffens at the sudden intrusion and Prussia bites on his ear while two fingers are inside of him moving, tracing the walls to find his spot, scissoring once before moving apart (and here England winces before trying to pull back but is stopped by him) and back to scissoring and then they brush his spot and a gasp leaves his mouth, body rigged and taut and head thrown back and he feels like breaking.
A third finally enters and it breaks England from his pleasurable state and he continues to wriggle away and Prussia's patience runs thin (like he has any). His other hand leaves his hip to go back to his erection, jerking it hastily to get England to stop from moving away.
"Ah !" with the added sensation of his cock being handled and fingers continuously touching his spot deep inside of him he can feel his orgasm approaching rapidly, insides tightening around the three fingers and it burns and feels too good (and he knows the other too well to know he'll never reach that orgasm) and with one more thrust of his fingers they slip out and he can't help but groan in disappointed and the orgasm slowly disappears.
A chuckle in his ear, the sound of a zipper undone and a knee shoved between his legs makes him anticipate and happy at the same time, insides throbbing and they need something to fill him up to the brink and give him what he so desperately want. Prussia is the right man to do that, to give him that fuck right here between the people who watch them and a "fucking hurry" is enough for Prussia to thrust in and England almost screams but is stopped when two fingers enter his mouth and push his tongue down.
His trousers are stuck over his erection and it's only a tad uncomfortable (it's better than being pulled all the way down, even though it's dark, the flashes of light in the room still makes everything notable) and his hair is stuck to his forehead and sweat rolls down his cheek, his heart is violently pumping against his chest and while it feels good to finally have him up his ass, all the man does is worship his shoulder (and that is not what he wants right now) by biting and licking and sucking and his thrusts are minimal, just pushing him forward and he shoves his elbow behind to hit Prussia's side to get his attention.
With a little 'oomph' and teeth breaking the skin of his shoulder he starts thrusting, one hand on his hip and the other arm around his tummy and he does not go gentle. He immediately pounds into him, thrusts powerful, jerkily and rough and punishing and it sends England forward every time and he tries to hold onto the arm but it's not enough.
England whines, it's not enough, he has to hold onto something so he can push back and now he has given everything to Prussia so he could do as he wishes. He doesn't want that so he does his best by thrusting back, feet planted firmly on the ground as he thrusts back, cock jerking and leaking and biting his lip when he can feel the grunts rumbling against his back
Prussia moans against his neck when England pushes back and he hears rather than feel when he brushes over that bundle of nerves as England sucks much needed air in and gasps his name when exhaling breath and then after comes the shuddering going through his body and the demands for more.
He gives more, hand back on his erection he gives what England wanted so badly while continuing his thrusts upwards. Enjoying the way England tightens and throbs around him. It's almost too tight and the friction is starting to hurt a little but he likes that. He continues to thrust forward, rough and fulfilling, enjoying the way England moans.
Now even Prussia had forgotten about the people around them and he can't help himself (completely focussed on the pleasure and the way the other tightened around him) he can feel it climbing and climbing, trying to swallow him whole and he moans, his actions becoming more clear for all, and he's almost there.
With one more thrust against that spot and the orgasm hit England full force, sending him into a panting mess and hips bucking, heavily leaning onto Prussia as it completely drains him, senses on fire and finally.
Prussia chokes on how England tightens unbearably on him and he comes too, trying to keep steady as he has to not only hold himself up but the other too and his hips continue to thrust weakly against England's and allows one moan to slip over his lips and enjoys the moment, body going lax and rubbing his face in England's neck, enjoying the moment.
He pulls out after a short moment, watching his semen coat the back of England's thighs and disappear into the trousers. View soon blocked by England pulling it back up over his ass and he whines in disappointed, receiving a roll with the eyes from England as he had turned around.
Before he could say anything to Prussia, the man had taken a hold onto his wrist and dragged him out of the club into the freezing cold (and he slapped himself for not taking a jacket with him, no matter how close the club was to his house) and started walking into the direction of his house.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Prussia/England.
Rating: NC-17/MA.
Warning: Smut, sex.
Wordcount: 1769.
Summary: Original request Here. Prussia/England. Dirty dancing at a nightclub. AU or not, everything else is up to anon!
Disclaimer: Hetalia isn't mine.
Notes: It's short but I hope you like it. : D Will also x-post it to the kink meme when tomorrow.
He can feel the heat of the erection pressed against him through the leather and together with the music he moves his hips backwards. He tries to follow the beat but the hands on his hips try to keep him close (so he can decide what phase they go on and it involves England keeping his hips close to his). They go uneven and England even tries to tease him by moving away when he moves in and the curse in his ear tells him he's victorious.
But the moment is short lived as the other's hand moves from his hip to his front and in his leather pants (Prussia has no shame.) and starts stroking his erection. Slow and teasingly (and they have all the time so why rush things ?) fingers softly sliding over the underside of his erection and not giving him that satisfaction. (and England decides he's a real bastard when it comes to moment like these.)
Not the usual hard strokes that would leave him panting and whimpering while looking up in those flaming red eyes that seemed to burn--
Thumb tracing the head, softly pushing against the slit and sliding his thumb upwards. England's legs buck and suddenly Prussia's other hand slides around his stomach to pull him harder against his body and he can't help but groan with the sudden movement, his erection snugly between England's asscheeks and his grip on England's cock tightens for a moment (England is thankful).
The puffs of air in his ear are uncomfortable. They're too warm (nevermind that the club they were in was scorching hot) and distract him from getting his revenge, the different tones Prussia grunts, groans (or whimpers and the way he'd suck in air when England moves his hips in circles) or mutter curses keeps him from focussing on giving Prussia a hard time.
Suddenly the tight hold Prussia had on his cock loosened and pushing his hips backwards silently begging for him to continue to hold him like that doesn't help at all. (He knows that but even so continues to thrust back and beg silently, it feels good, it sends his senses overload.)
"You slut."
He can't help but grunt in reply, it sends more shivers up his spine and his dick starts to throb, he does like to hear him talk dirty after all.
"Everyone can see that you're a slut,"
He does not mind, not right now, no one knows them and the chance of seeing them again is void. The only thing he can concentrate on is the body behind him and not on the other people dancing around them (which isn't even real dancing, it's more like having sex with their clothes on while surrounded by others who do the same, it's just one big orgy).
Though he has never seen them before he knows their names, their past and future and their worries and problems and they will always be a part of him as much as he is a part of them. It's the same for Prussia, his land is gone but his people live on and will continue to do so.
Prussia's hand disappears from his trousers and he curses (and if it's not Prussia's hand it will be his own to give him release) and he feels impatient, he knows people are staring and it's a turn on and Prussia doesn't take advantage of it (he does, just not in the right way) by fucking him right now on the dance floor- instead he just teases him and calls him a slut and describes to him how the one guy in the corner has his hand in his pants while watching them or how he might ask him to join them and how one will fill up his ass and the other his mouth and like the good little slut he is he'd beg for more (because they've done that, have been there so it's nothing new).
England is frustrated now, irritated by the disappearance of the hand and can't help himself- "If you don't fuck me now I'll ask another to, and I'm sure he's going to give it to me hard, unlike you." and Prussia moans before thrusting forward.
It's an empty threat but he gives in anyway and one hand is back to holding his hips while the other is held up in front of England and without word he takes them in his mouth and coat them with his saliva, moves his tongue over them and in between and sucks on them lightly (and it makes Prussia's mind go wild and without a thought grounds his erection against England's ass because, yes, he has limits too) and when Prussia pulls them out his teeth softly bite down (just the way Prussia likes it.)
"Bastard" is whispered heavily in his ear and England can't help but smirk because it got to him. Prussia does not take it slow, not carefully lowering his trousers but yanking them down until he got to his anus and shoves two of his fingers in (he wanted it rough so he got it rough). England's body tightens, stiffens at the sudden intrusion and Prussia bites on his ear while two fingers are inside of him moving, tracing the walls to find his spot, scissoring once before moving apart (and here England winces before trying to pull back but is stopped by him) and back to scissoring and then they brush his spot and a gasp leaves his mouth, body rigged and taut and head thrown back and he feels like breaking.
A third finally enters and it breaks England from his pleasurable state and he continues to wriggle away and Prussia's patience runs thin (like he has any). His other hand leaves his hip to go back to his erection, jerking it hastily to get England to stop from moving away.
"Ah !" with the added sensation of his cock being handled and fingers continuously touching his spot deep inside of him he can feel his orgasm approaching rapidly, insides tightening around the three fingers and it burns and feels too good (and he knows the other too well to know he'll never reach that orgasm) and with one more thrust of his fingers they slip out and he can't help but groan in disappointed and the orgasm slowly disappears.
A chuckle in his ear, the sound of a zipper undone and a knee shoved between his legs makes him anticipate and happy at the same time, insides throbbing and they need something to fill him up to the brink and give him what he so desperately want. Prussia is the right man to do that, to give him that fuck right here between the people who watch them and a "fucking hurry" is enough for Prussia to thrust in and England almost screams but is stopped when two fingers enter his mouth and push his tongue down.
His trousers are stuck over his erection and it's only a tad uncomfortable (it's better than being pulled all the way down, even though it's dark, the flashes of light in the room still makes everything notable) and his hair is stuck to his forehead and sweat rolls down his cheek, his heart is violently pumping against his chest and while it feels good to finally have him up his ass, all the man does is worship his shoulder (and that is not what he wants right now) by biting and licking and sucking and his thrusts are minimal, just pushing him forward and he shoves his elbow behind to hit Prussia's side to get his attention.
With a little 'oomph' and teeth breaking the skin of his shoulder he starts thrusting, one hand on his hip and the other arm around his tummy and he does not go gentle. He immediately pounds into him, thrusts powerful, jerkily and rough and punishing and it sends England forward every time and he tries to hold onto the arm but it's not enough.
England whines, it's not enough, he has to hold onto something so he can push back and now he has given everything to Prussia so he could do as he wishes. He doesn't want that so he does his best by thrusting back, feet planted firmly on the ground as he thrusts back, cock jerking and leaking and biting his lip when he can feel the grunts rumbling against his back
Prussia moans against his neck when England pushes back and he hears rather than feel when he brushes over that bundle of nerves as England sucks much needed air in and gasps his name when exhaling breath and then after comes the shuddering going through his body and the demands for more.
He gives more, hand back on his erection he gives what England wanted so badly while continuing his thrusts upwards. Enjoying the way England tightens and throbs around him. It's almost too tight and the friction is starting to hurt a little but he likes that. He continues to thrust forward, rough and fulfilling, enjoying the way England moans.
Now even Prussia had forgotten about the people around them and he can't help himself (completely focussed on the pleasure and the way the other tightened around him) he can feel it climbing and climbing, trying to swallow him whole and he moans, his actions becoming more clear for all, and he's almost there.
With one more thrust against that spot and the orgasm hit England full force, sending him into a panting mess and hips bucking, heavily leaning onto Prussia as it completely drains him, senses on fire and finally.
Prussia chokes on how England tightens unbearably on him and he comes too, trying to keep steady as he has to not only hold himself up but the other too and his hips continue to thrust weakly against England's and allows one moan to slip over his lips and enjoys the moment, body going lax and rubbing his face in England's neck, enjoying the moment.
He pulls out after a short moment, watching his semen coat the back of England's thighs and disappear into the trousers. View soon blocked by England pulling it back up over his ass and he whines in disappointed, receiving a roll with the eyes from England as he had turned around.
Before he could say anything to Prussia, the man had taken a hold onto his wrist and dragged him out of the club into the freezing cold (and he slapped himself for not taking a jacket with him, no matter how close the club was to his house) and started walking into the direction of his house.