Zweisamkeit
Rein.
Gilbert gave a heavy goan, this was starting become far too much fun. Sure, it was probably sick and wrong in every way possible, but hell, why should he care?
In fact, why should anyone? He was the fucking kingdom of Prussia once, and now he'd become one with his brother's nation. A double personification made Germany a very special place indeed.
Raus.
Speaking of his brother, he was not looking like the stoic, stiff nation everyone was familiar with. Fuck, if he looked like this on a regular basis, they'd have their hands full of invasions every single day, especially from France.
Gilbert let his eyes drink in the sight of the taller blonde, panting heavily, arching towards him, his broad body trembling and covered in a thin layer of salty sweat. That flushed expression, the usually neat hair coming out of its slicked back style...Gilbert had to suppress a moan of sheer desire. Who would have ever guessed Ludwig could look so damn...fuckable?
Tiefer.
Damn it, he was getting close. A swift thought brought a small chuckle from Gilbert's lips. All those jokes about his brother being a tightass were so surprisingly accurate. Clenching onto those firm cheeks, he spread him just a little wider, delighting in the feeling and the reaction of his dear brother. Ludwig cracked open a blue eye to give him an almost accusing glare. He was getting close himself, from the way he was tensing around Gilbert, muscles clenching at the intruding member.
The former kingdom of Prussia let go of his lazy thoughts, the pleasure hazing any capacity to make any smart remarks as usual. Okay, he was a little pre-occupied after all. Even his awesome self couldn't make smartass remarks when dancing on the edge of an orgasm.
Tiefer.
Ludwig's fingers were digging so deeply into his skin, it was beginning to be more than painful, but it only added to Gilbert's high. He gave another hard thrust, aiming for that little special spot of nerves within his partner, and giving a pleasured groan as heard Ludwig give a gasp that sounded like a curse and his name. A hot mouth assailed his, tongue already at his lips, ready to coil around his, to invade his mouth and take his taste, as if never sated. He complied oh so willingly, letting his blood-red eyes close, eagerly pushing the invading tongue back into its home, exploring the hot, wet cavern that was Ludwig's mouth with a relishing moan, muffled between their lips.
Tiefer.
This was it. He knew it as soon as he rammed himself against the bundle of nerves, Ludwig breaking away from his lips to give a throaty moan, leaning his head back and jerking towards Gilbert, spraying his hot fluid between the both of them, his internal muscles gripping Gilbert's member so firmly the albino grunted, before swearing heavily as he released himself into his brother, riding out his orgasm by continuing his thrusts into the hot tightness.
Both of them panting for breath, the two germans stayed in their position for a couple of minutes, before Gilbert slid himself out and Ludwig let himself slump back, an arm over his flushed face and panting open-mouthed.
Sag es laut.
"Hmhm. Du hast uns voll versaut, West."
Gilbert gave a throaty chuckle, dipping his finger into the sticky fluid that was clinging to them both. Lifting it to his mouth, he let his tongue flick out to lick it clean.
Ludwig, watching only out of the corner of his eye, turned a deeper crimson before covering his blue orbs again.
"Gil, das ist eklig..."
"Pah."
The albino let himself lay down next to his blonde brother, moving his hands behind his head and resting on his arms, staring upwards.
"Du hast null Ahnung, West."
Ludwig gave a groan and closed his eyes. The second they finished their intimate moments, the arguing was bound to begin. Although, perhaps arguing was too strong a term. Bickering, yes, they bickered like old spinster sisters.
Though, old would only apply to his smaller brother. He allowed himself a glance over at the naked man. The slender, lithe body shone with sweat still, the marble-white skin looking smooth in the dim light, wiry muscles only lightly accented. The taut expanse of stomach still bore marks of their little 'union'. The only thing aside from Gilbert's eyes that offset the pale body was the heavy Iron Cross that neither of them ever took off. The sharp lines and deep black of it against the snowy skin caught Ludwig's stare, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Possessiveness washed over the usually stoic german. This man, this nation, his brother, he was his. His alone. He did not share him with allies. Somehow, something in him was glad that Gilbert had no house, nation of his own anymore. Would the albino even be here with him if he did? A bitter, little envious monster reared its head in him at the thought. What with Gil being his awesome self, if Prussia still existed, he wouldn't be here, right, in his little brother's house, bed and arms?
"Echt, null Ahnung. Ich hau nicht ab, West." the sarcasm in his brother's voice made Ludwig snap from his little musings.
He looked up to meet the crimson gaze, and he saw...amusement? The prussian's face was soft, even his smirk seemed less malicious than usual.
Germany shook his head.
"Eh? Ich habe keine Ahnung was du jetzt schon wieder meinst, Gilbert," he turned his head away, stubbornly staring up at the ceiling himself. Except his view was rather suddenly dominated by a smirking prussian face, hovering over his.
"Ach ja? Deswegen siehste mich an als ob Ich in der nächsten Sekunde abkratze?"
A frown creased Ludwig's forehead, but before he could formulate a reply, Gilbert pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, smoothing the wrinkled skin.
"Ich bleib bei dir, Bruder...Ich lieb dich du Vollzeitspacko."
Ludwig could only pull the pale lips above him against his in reply.
They parted, spending a minute in peaceful silence.
"Ausserdem sind meine fünf meter viel zu geil für irgend nen anderen Arsch ausser dem meines süssen Westens."
"GILBERT!!!!"
~~~~~FIN~~~~
Translation of their conversations:
"Hmhm, you made a mess of us, West."
"Gil, that's gross."
"Pah."
"You don't have a damn clue, West."
"Really, not a damn clue. I'm not running off, West."
"Eh? I don't know what you're on about, Gilbert,"
"Oh yeah? Is that why you're starin' at me like I'm about to die?"
"I'm staying with you, brother...I love you, you full-time retard."
"Besides, my five metres are too awesome for any other ass other than my cute West's."
Gilbert gave a heavy goan, this was starting become far too much fun. Sure, it was probably sick and wrong in every way possible, but hell, why should he care?
In fact, why should anyone? He was the fucking kingdom of Prussia once, and now he'd become one with his brother's nation. A double personification made Germany a very special place indeed.
Raus.
Speaking of his brother, he was not looking like the stoic, stiff nation everyone was familiar with. Fuck, if he looked like this on a regular basis, they'd have their hands full of invasions every single day, especially from France.
Gilbert let his eyes drink in the sight of the taller blonde, panting heavily, arching towards him, his broad body trembling and covered in a thin layer of salty sweat. That flushed expression, the usually neat hair coming out of its slicked back style...Gilbert had to suppress a moan of sheer desire. Who would have ever guessed Ludwig could look so damn...fuckable?
Tiefer.
Damn it, he was getting close. A swift thought brought a small chuckle from Gilbert's lips. All those jokes about his brother being a tightass were so surprisingly accurate. Clenching onto those firm cheeks, he spread him just a little wider, delighting in the feeling and the reaction of his dear brother. Ludwig cracked open a blue eye to give him an almost accusing glare. He was getting close himself, from the way he was tensing around Gilbert, muscles clenching at the intruding member.
The former kingdom of Prussia let go of his lazy thoughts, the pleasure hazing any capacity to make any smart remarks as usual. Okay, he was a little pre-occupied after all. Even his awesome self couldn't make smartass remarks when dancing on the edge of an orgasm.
Tiefer.
Ludwig's fingers were digging so deeply into his skin, it was beginning to be more than painful, but it only added to Gilbert's high. He gave another hard thrust, aiming for that little special spot of nerves within his partner, and giving a pleasured groan as heard Ludwig give a gasp that sounded like a curse and his name. A hot mouth assailed his, tongue already at his lips, ready to coil around his, to invade his mouth and take his taste, as if never sated. He complied oh so willingly, letting his blood-red eyes close, eagerly pushing the invading tongue back into its home, exploring the hot, wet cavern that was Ludwig's mouth with a relishing moan, muffled between their lips.
Tiefer.
This was it. He knew it as soon as he rammed himself against the bundle of nerves, Ludwig breaking away from his lips to give a throaty moan, leaning his head back and jerking towards Gilbert, spraying his hot fluid between the both of them, his internal muscles gripping Gilbert's member so firmly the albino grunted, before swearing heavily as he released himself into his brother, riding out his orgasm by continuing his thrusts into the hot tightness.
Both of them panting for breath, the two germans stayed in their position for a couple of minutes, before Gilbert slid himself out and Ludwig let himself slump back, an arm over his flushed face and panting open-mouthed.
Sag es laut.
"Hmhm. Du hast uns voll versaut, West."
Gilbert gave a throaty chuckle, dipping his finger into the sticky fluid that was clinging to them both. Lifting it to his mouth, he let his tongue flick out to lick it clean.
Ludwig, watching only out of the corner of his eye, turned a deeper crimson before covering his blue orbs again.
"Gil, das ist eklig..."
"Pah."
The albino let himself lay down next to his blonde brother, moving his hands behind his head and resting on his arms, staring upwards.
"Du hast null Ahnung, West."
Ludwig gave a groan and closed his eyes. The second they finished their intimate moments, the arguing was bound to begin. Although, perhaps arguing was too strong a term. Bickering, yes, they bickered like old spinster sisters.
Though, old would only apply to his smaller brother. He allowed himself a glance over at the naked man. The slender, lithe body shone with sweat still, the marble-white skin looking smooth in the dim light, wiry muscles only lightly accented. The taut expanse of stomach still bore marks of their little 'union'. The only thing aside from Gilbert's eyes that offset the pale body was the heavy Iron Cross that neither of them ever took off. The sharp lines and deep black of it against the snowy skin caught Ludwig's stare, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Possessiveness washed over the usually stoic german. This man, this nation, his brother, he was his. His alone. He did not share him with allies. Somehow, something in him was glad that Gilbert had no house, nation of his own anymore. Would the albino even be here with him if he did? A bitter, little envious monster reared its head in him at the thought. What with Gil being his awesome self, if Prussia still existed, he wouldn't be here, right, in his little brother's house, bed and arms?
"Echt, null Ahnung. Ich hau nicht ab, West." the sarcasm in his brother's voice made Ludwig snap from his little musings.
He looked up to meet the crimson gaze, and he saw...amusement? The prussian's face was soft, even his smirk seemed less malicious than usual.
Germany shook his head.
"Eh? Ich habe keine Ahnung was du jetzt schon wieder meinst, Gilbert," he turned his head away, stubbornly staring up at the ceiling himself. Except his view was rather suddenly dominated by a smirking prussian face, hovering over his.
"Ach ja? Deswegen siehste mich an als ob Ich in der nächsten Sekunde abkratze?"
A frown creased Ludwig's forehead, but before he could formulate a reply, Gilbert pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, smoothing the wrinkled skin.
"Ich bleib bei dir, Bruder...Ich lieb dich du Vollzeitspacko."
Ludwig could only pull the pale lips above him against his in reply.
They parted, spending a minute in peaceful silence.
"Ausserdem sind meine fünf meter viel zu geil für irgend nen anderen Arsch ausser dem meines süssen Westens."
"GILBERT!!!!"
~~~~~FIN~~~~
Translation of their conversations:
"Hmhm, you made a mess of us, West."
"Gil, that's gross."
"Pah."
"You don't have a damn clue, West."
"Really, not a damn clue. I'm not running off, West."
"Eh? I don't know what you're on about, Gilbert,"
"Oh yeah? Is that why you're starin' at me like I'm about to die?"
"I'm staying with you, brother...I love you, you full-time retard."
"Besides, my five metres are too awesome for any other ass other than my cute West's."