Yup, again, it's porn (HunAus)
Title: I (can't) sleep next to you
Autor:
traumschwinge
Claim: Austria
Character(s): Austria, Hungary
Table/Prompt: Time/5. Week
Wordcount: 1860
Raiting: M (it's porn)
Summary: Austria loves his wife, but he isn't too eager to sleep with her. Well, in fact he couldn't even think about it. Women are just not his cup of tea. But Hungary does her best to prove to him that they can have fun together anyway.
Warnings: toys, Hungary tops
Austria shook. This wasn't really what he had expected. He was used to loveless marriages. He was used to sleep in his bed all by himself. He was especially used to be married to another man.
Hungary was the whole opposite. She had sworn him eternal love. She expected to sleep in the same bed as he did. And she was a woman. He couldn't deny this fact as hard as he wished he could.
Not now, when she stood next to the bed and changed her clothes before his eyes. Why didn't she have the decency to do this elsewhere?
He turned away. He didn't want to see her naked. His eyes closed he pretended to be already asleep as she slipped under the sheets and cuddled up against him. He tried to ignore her and sleep but her presence unsettled him. Her arm around his waist confused him.
"Are you already asleep?" Hungary whispered to his ear. She was so close, too close for comfort.
"I can't sleep," she went on though he hadn't answered. She started to move her hand over his belly up to his chest. As she started stroking him, he tensed up. She should have noticed but she didn't stop. On the contrary, soon, she unbuttoned his shirt. He clenched his teeth. He wanted to tell her to stop but didn't dare to say a word. How much he had wished this to happen with Spain though it never did. Now, with Hungary caressing his bare chest, he felt strange. He tried to endure it as long as possible but he couldn't for long.
"Would you mind...?" escaped him before he could bite it back.
"Of course," Hungary whispered. Her voice was hoarse and her breath in his neck went faster than usual.
But instead of stopping what she was doing, she stoked down, again over his belly and then even further down, over his most intimate parts. He trembled.
"Don't!" Austria cried as she was about to let her hand slip into his trousers. "Please. Just don't!"
Her hand disappeared. Finally, he was able to relax again.
They stayed silent for quite some time, both too embarrassed to say anything.
When Hungary found her voice again, she sounded to him like she was crying. "So, you don't love me back, right?"
"No ... I mean, yes, I love you. Believe me, I do. It's just ... I don't know. It feels strange when you touch me. I'm sorry. I think I just need some time to get used to it."
"Okay," she said. "I'll wait. Don't push yourself too much." She kissed his neck. "I really do love you no matter what."
Two days later, Austria was alone in his music room, now his only resort. Even Hungary respected that he didn’t like being disturbed in here. He had played for a while. Ever since the first night Hungary slept in his bed, he played more and more. He wanted to take his mind of his … his fear of being alone with her. He hadn’t slept too well in the past two nights.
He couldn’t understand why. He had had no problem sleeping in the same bed as Spain. He had even liked it. So how was it different that Hungary wanted to sleep next to him, no, with him. Perhaps it was this. Spain had never tried to do something. All he did was cuddling. Austria could only assume why. Maybe he had just not been Spain’s type.
And now Hungary was the complete opposite. She wanted him, he couldn’t unsee that. And he … he didn’t react like he should. A normal man wouldn’t turn away from the sight of an almost naked woman like Hungary.
Alone in his refuge, he remembered the sight of her last evening. She was standing in front of him, barely dressed in a short nightgown made of some almost sheer fabric. He had seen everything. Even though she had been dressed, he could see her breasts and even her nipples.
He tried to imagine touching her. Her breasts at first, then stroking down, taking the skirt up. He imagined how she would like this. Caressing her like she had tried to caress him. It felt gross to him. Touching her, though they were married, seemed wrong to him.
What was wrong with him? As a man, he was supposed to love his wife.
He buried his head in his hands. He felt so useless, weak. He was so sorry for Hungary being married to such an useless man.
At the end of the week, Austria was no step closer to solving this problem. He had tried to get aroused thinking about Hungary but it hadn’t worked. He was sure now that he wanted to sleep with her. He wanted to but couldn’t. He couldn’t even imagine it. His fantasies always stopped after undressing her. But he wanted to be with her. He liked her. She was the one who had always been with him. He didn’t want to loose her because of this.
This evening, when they had decided to go to bed, Austria sat down on the bed next to her. “I love you,” he said and brushed her hair out of her face.
“I love you, too,” she smiled. Hungary sat up in bed and kissed her husband on his cheek. “You … you didn’t want to sleep with me because I’m a woman, right?” she added in a quiet voice.
Austria gulped. This thought had occurred to him as well. But … this wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to like other man. But thinking about Spain when he should be rather thinking of Hungary proved to him that she was right.
“You know,” she said, cuddling against his slender chest. “There’s ways around that. I believe you that you love me. So … I mean, I could bind my breast and we could use toys or what ever. I’ll show you that I’m just as much a man as every guy you ever met. I can take on every man. I’m sure.” And she went on babbling like this until Austria stopped her with a kiss on her lips.
“Thank you, my dear,” he whispered. “I don’t even know how I deserve to be married to a great woman like you.”
She giggled. “Stop it,” she said. “I … you know, I always wanted to be a guy anyway and I love you and want to have sex with you so … it’s not a big deal, really. I … wait a second, I’ll get something.” And with this, she stormed off.
Austria stayed on the bed, waiting for whatever curious thing might follow. When she came back a couple of minutes later, she hid one of her hands behind her back. She sat down on the bed next to him. She kissed his lips.
“May I undress you?” she purred.
He simply nodded. He didn’t dare to answer in fear that his voice could betray him.
She pushed him down onto the bed, crawled over him and started unbuttoning his shirt. She hummed a strange melody while she did so. She wasn’t all that careful this time. Her strokes were more rough, more forceful, more determined. She seemed like she knew exactly where to touch him. He moaned softly.
“Do you like it like this?” she asked as she bit his chest. Again, all he could do to answer was nodding. She chuckled: “I never took you for the type who likes being on bottom. I always assumed you liked to have a man beneath you on his back.”
Austria shook his head. He didn’t want to think about this. He closed his eyes. Now he could only feel her touch. This was, it was alright to him. He didn’t need to think about the fact that she was a woman. All that mattered was what she did to him right now. How good it made him feel.
She eventually pulled down his pants, kissed the top of his already half-erect cock. Then, she started licking him. He clawed his fingers into the sheets. He threw his head back. Moaned. Oh, it felt so good.
Still, her fingers kept tracing lower, to his butt. She touched him there as well. Her fingers were warm, wet. She rubbed with her fingers against his entrance.
“Is it okay if I touch you there?” she whispered. A third time, he simply nodded.
She took a little bottle out of the nightstand. She poured some of the liquid into her hand. Then she started rubbing it inside his entrance. His grip around the sheets tightened. He shook with lust. It felt so good. He’d never thought that sleeping with Hungary would feel like this.
As soon as she felt like he was ready, she removed her fingers, her hands from his body. For a little moment, Austria wasn’t touched. Then, she spread his legs. He let her proceed, curious about what might come next and unwilling to struggle since she had made him feel so good.
Something big entered him. He screamed. It was cold, it hurt. But still, it was Hungary and she would never hurt him on purpose. She made him feel good. Even now, she made him feel good. Even though it had felt at first like he was ripped apart. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders to get some hold, as she started moving inside him.
He clung to her, trying to adjust the movement of his hips to hers. He moaned lustily into her ear. She carefully pressed his shoulders down. He opened his eyes again to looked in her smiling face. Her eyes were full of desire.
Then, she kissed him. She pressed her lips on his, licked over them so he would open up, before she pressed her tongue inside his mouth. The kiss was long and intense. Not for once, Austria struggled of the upper hand. It felt too good to struggle. But soon, too soon he had to break away from the kiss in need of air to breath. He was already close, so close. Her movements inside him, however she did that, felt too arousing. She hit just the right spots. Just the right spots to send him over the edge.
With a cry, he came.
Panting, he kept on clinging to her, he needed to feel her presence. He didn’t want to be alone in this moments. She hugged him close, kissed him softly on the hair, whispered tender words to him.
“I love you,” she smiled. “So, was it that bad to sleep with me?”
“I love you too,” he said. Then he shook his head. “This was … amazing. You’re a really amazing woman, Hungary.”
Hungary chuckled. “So we’ll try this again?”
“I guess we will,” he answered. He felt so weary. He cuddled up against her and closed his eyes. With Hungary’s arms wrapped around him, Austria fell asleep.
He hadn’t had any reason to let this incident grieve him for a whole week. Now, everything was alright again.
Autor:
traumschwinge
Claim: Austria
Character(s): Austria, Hungary
Table/Prompt: Time/5. Week
Wordcount: 1860
Raiting: M (it's porn)
Summary: Austria loves his wife, but he isn't too eager to sleep with her. Well, in fact he couldn't even think about it. Women are just not his cup of tea. But Hungary does her best to prove to him that they can have fun together anyway.
Warnings: toys, Hungary tops
Austria shook. This wasn't really what he had expected. He was used to loveless marriages. He was used to sleep in his bed all by himself. He was especially used to be married to another man.
Hungary was the whole opposite. She had sworn him eternal love. She expected to sleep in the same bed as he did. And she was a woman. He couldn't deny this fact as hard as he wished he could.
Not now, when she stood next to the bed and changed her clothes before his eyes. Why didn't she have the decency to do this elsewhere?
He turned away. He didn't want to see her naked. His eyes closed he pretended to be already asleep as she slipped under the sheets and cuddled up against him. He tried to ignore her and sleep but her presence unsettled him. Her arm around his waist confused him.
"Are you already asleep?" Hungary whispered to his ear. She was so close, too close for comfort.
"I can't sleep," she went on though he hadn't answered. She started to move her hand over his belly up to his chest. As she started stroking him, he tensed up. She should have noticed but she didn't stop. On the contrary, soon, she unbuttoned his shirt. He clenched his teeth. He wanted to tell her to stop but didn't dare to say a word. How much he had wished this to happen with Spain though it never did. Now, with Hungary caressing his bare chest, he felt strange. He tried to endure it as long as possible but he couldn't for long.
"Would you mind...?" escaped him before he could bite it back.
"Of course," Hungary whispered. Her voice was hoarse and her breath in his neck went faster than usual.
But instead of stopping what she was doing, she stoked down, again over his belly and then even further down, over his most intimate parts. He trembled.
"Don't!" Austria cried as she was about to let her hand slip into his trousers. "Please. Just don't!"
Her hand disappeared. Finally, he was able to relax again.
They stayed silent for quite some time, both too embarrassed to say anything.
When Hungary found her voice again, she sounded to him like she was crying. "So, you don't love me back, right?"
"No ... I mean, yes, I love you. Believe me, I do. It's just ... I don't know. It feels strange when you touch me. I'm sorry. I think I just need some time to get used to it."
"Okay," she said. "I'll wait. Don't push yourself too much." She kissed his neck. "I really do love you no matter what."
Two days later, Austria was alone in his music room, now his only resort. Even Hungary respected that he didn’t like being disturbed in here. He had played for a while. Ever since the first night Hungary slept in his bed, he played more and more. He wanted to take his mind of his … his fear of being alone with her. He hadn’t slept too well in the past two nights.
He couldn’t understand why. He had had no problem sleeping in the same bed as Spain. He had even liked it. So how was it different that Hungary wanted to sleep next to him, no, with him. Perhaps it was this. Spain had never tried to do something. All he did was cuddling. Austria could only assume why. Maybe he had just not been Spain’s type.
And now Hungary was the complete opposite. She wanted him, he couldn’t unsee that. And he … he didn’t react like he should. A normal man wouldn’t turn away from the sight of an almost naked woman like Hungary.
Alone in his refuge, he remembered the sight of her last evening. She was standing in front of him, barely dressed in a short nightgown made of some almost sheer fabric. He had seen everything. Even though she had been dressed, he could see her breasts and even her nipples.
He tried to imagine touching her. Her breasts at first, then stroking down, taking the skirt up. He imagined how she would like this. Caressing her like she had tried to caress him. It felt gross to him. Touching her, though they were married, seemed wrong to him.
What was wrong with him? As a man, he was supposed to love his wife.
He buried his head in his hands. He felt so useless, weak. He was so sorry for Hungary being married to such an useless man.
At the end of the week, Austria was no step closer to solving this problem. He had tried to get aroused thinking about Hungary but it hadn’t worked. He was sure now that he wanted to sleep with her. He wanted to but couldn’t. He couldn’t even imagine it. His fantasies always stopped after undressing her. But he wanted to be with her. He liked her. She was the one who had always been with him. He didn’t want to loose her because of this.
This evening, when they had decided to go to bed, Austria sat down on the bed next to her. “I love you,” he said and brushed her hair out of her face.
“I love you, too,” she smiled. Hungary sat up in bed and kissed her husband on his cheek. “You … you didn’t want to sleep with me because I’m a woman, right?” she added in a quiet voice.
Austria gulped. This thought had occurred to him as well. But … this wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to like other man. But thinking about Spain when he should be rather thinking of Hungary proved to him that she was right.
“You know,” she said, cuddling against his slender chest. “There’s ways around that. I believe you that you love me. So … I mean, I could bind my breast and we could use toys or what ever. I’ll show you that I’m just as much a man as every guy you ever met. I can take on every man. I’m sure.” And she went on babbling like this until Austria stopped her with a kiss on her lips.
“Thank you, my dear,” he whispered. “I don’t even know how I deserve to be married to a great woman like you.”
She giggled. “Stop it,” she said. “I … you know, I always wanted to be a guy anyway and I love you and want to have sex with you so … it’s not a big deal, really. I … wait a second, I’ll get something.” And with this, she stormed off.
Austria stayed on the bed, waiting for whatever curious thing might follow. When she came back a couple of minutes later, she hid one of her hands behind her back. She sat down on the bed next to him. She kissed his lips.
“May I undress you?” she purred.
He simply nodded. He didn’t dare to answer in fear that his voice could betray him.
She pushed him down onto the bed, crawled over him and started unbuttoning his shirt. She hummed a strange melody while she did so. She wasn’t all that careful this time. Her strokes were more rough, more forceful, more determined. She seemed like she knew exactly where to touch him. He moaned softly.
“Do you like it like this?” she asked as she bit his chest. Again, all he could do to answer was nodding. She chuckled: “I never took you for the type who likes being on bottom. I always assumed you liked to have a man beneath you on his back.”
Austria shook his head. He didn’t want to think about this. He closed his eyes. Now he could only feel her touch. This was, it was alright to him. He didn’t need to think about the fact that she was a woman. All that mattered was what she did to him right now. How good it made him feel.
She eventually pulled down his pants, kissed the top of his already half-erect cock. Then, she started licking him. He clawed his fingers into the sheets. He threw his head back. Moaned. Oh, it felt so good.
Still, her fingers kept tracing lower, to his butt. She touched him there as well. Her fingers were warm, wet. She rubbed with her fingers against his entrance.
“Is it okay if I touch you there?” she whispered. A third time, he simply nodded.
She took a little bottle out of the nightstand. She poured some of the liquid into her hand. Then she started rubbing it inside his entrance. His grip around the sheets tightened. He shook with lust. It felt so good. He’d never thought that sleeping with Hungary would feel like this.
As soon as she felt like he was ready, she removed her fingers, her hands from his body. For a little moment, Austria wasn’t touched. Then, she spread his legs. He let her proceed, curious about what might come next and unwilling to struggle since she had made him feel so good.
Something big entered him. He screamed. It was cold, it hurt. But still, it was Hungary and she would never hurt him on purpose. She made him feel good. Even now, she made him feel good. Even though it had felt at first like he was ripped apart. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders to get some hold, as she started moving inside him.
He clung to her, trying to adjust the movement of his hips to hers. He moaned lustily into her ear. She carefully pressed his shoulders down. He opened his eyes again to looked in her smiling face. Her eyes were full of desire.
Then, she kissed him. She pressed her lips on his, licked over them so he would open up, before she pressed her tongue inside his mouth. The kiss was long and intense. Not for once, Austria struggled of the upper hand. It felt too good to struggle. But soon, too soon he had to break away from the kiss in need of air to breath. He was already close, so close. Her movements inside him, however she did that, felt too arousing. She hit just the right spots. Just the right spots to send him over the edge.
With a cry, he came.
Panting, he kept on clinging to her, he needed to feel her presence. He didn’t want to be alone in this moments. She hugged him close, kissed him softly on the hair, whispered tender words to him.
“I love you,” she smiled. “So, was it that bad to sleep with me?”
“I love you too,” he said. Then he shook his head. “This was … amazing. You’re a really amazing woman, Hungary.”
Hungary chuckled. “So we’ll try this again?”
“I guess we will,” he answered. He felt so weary. He cuddled up against her and closed his eyes. With Hungary’s arms wrapped around him, Austria fell asleep.
He hadn’t had any reason to let this incident grieve him for a whole week. Now, everything was alright again.