Gilbert kisses Elizaveta’s wrist, and draws her fingers, rough with all the work she’s done (not at all like Roderich’s far to delicate hands), into his mouth, sucking along them teasingly. She groans, shuddering, her hand trembling in his grasp and he answers her groan with a moan of his own as Roderich hits his prostate and begins to ride him hard. Good, the bastard isn’t going to be a totally pansy about this. Gilbert’s never liked it gentle. He’s gasping and swearing at the man as the heat builds within him, still tonguing Elizaveta’s hand, fingers, wrist like they’re a lifeline. She shudders; he can smell her come from where he is and he moans at the sound she makes. Roderich’s coming fast now, his gasps are sharp and short, and there are these shaky little sounds that Gilbert’s never heard from him before, and damn that’s a good thing because after all the teasing Gilbert’s not sure how much longer he can hold out. His head is going fuzzy, his breath comes short and god every movement Roderich makes feel like heaven.
He barely notices when someone (he’s not sure who anymore) takes his cock in hand and jerks him off roughly. He comes with a yell, and Roderich is seconds behind. He’s sure he’ll hear about that one later, but now he’s so worn, and lazy and tired he doesn’t care to think about it.
They fall asleep in the mess of that bed tangled together, with Gilbert’s arm over Elizaveta’s waist pressed against Roderich’s thigh, and Roderich’s legs tangled with both of theirs, his hands brushing idly through his wife’s beautiful hair. Those damn hands, Gilbert thinks, as his eyes drift shut. They could drive a man insane. There is still a part of him, as sleep takes him, that wonders how he’ll feel when he wakes up tomorrow on his brother’s old, too large bed, sticky and cold and alone. His heart is aching in ways he’ll never admit to as he falls asleep. Instead, he wakes still tangled in Elizaveta and Roderich’s embrace. Elizaveta has flipped herself over in her sleep, and is now cuddled against his side, her hands brushing his chest, and as his eyes drift higher his heart stops.
Roderich is awake. Roderich is awake and leaning over Elizaveta, tangled as she is in Gilbert’s arms, with a quiet smile on his face. He lifts an eyebrow as he catches Gilbert’s startled gaze, his smile falling into a smirk. He leans over Elizaveta’s shoulder, his delicate, long-fingered hands brushing Gilbert’s chin, and Gilbert finds himself unable to move. He’s sure he should breath, breathing would be good; his head feels fuzzy.
Roderich kisses him, just a light kiss, barely a touch of the lips. When he pulls back, Gilbert thinks it’s possibly the most wonderful thing he’s ever felt.
~*~
Elsewhere Germany sighs heavily, and pulls half-heartedly at the grip Italy has on his arm. “Italy, I have work to do,” he groans, but Italy’s grinning at him with that bright, stupid, beautiful grin.
“Come on Germany! There’s so many more gardens to see,” he exclaims, and tugs, and Germany finds himself following reluctantly anyway. He doesn’t catch the mischievous glint in Italy’s eye. Not yet, Italy thinks, as he leads Germany away. Can’t let you go just yet. They’re not done.
Ohgodohgod oh god so much OT3. ;AAAAA; This was hot and awesome and perfect, anon. A++ porn and characterization, unf. YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE OF THEM 8D PLEASE
This. ¤3¤ <3 I mean, this is way better than I could have expected or imagined. EVER.
It has all these story elements I like way too much in anything but especially threesome stories. Like...a normally not so nice character showing their angstier side without loosing their edge, check, and and...Roderich and Elizaveta are sharing so nicely. <3
Love your characterization of those two in general as well. The mixed balance of feminine and masculine is juuust right. *squees*
What else did I squee over...all of it really, but the present day setting and Wall angst being there tickled especially. *^__^* Did I mention I LOVE long fics? ¤3¤ and German and Italy at the end? d'aaw~ :D
So, if you ever post this unanomously, expect to be pounced. A lot. :D ~<3
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 01:29 am (UTC)(link)He barely notices when someone (he’s not sure who anymore) takes his cock in hand and jerks him off roughly. He comes with a yell, and Roderich is seconds behind. He’s sure he’ll hear about that one later, but now he’s so worn, and lazy and tired he doesn’t care to think about it.
They fall asleep in the mess of that bed tangled together, with Gilbert’s arm over Elizaveta’s waist pressed against Roderich’s thigh, and Roderich’s legs tangled with both of theirs, his hands brushing idly through his wife’s beautiful hair. Those damn hands, Gilbert thinks, as his eyes drift shut. They could drive a man insane. There is still a part of him, as sleep takes him, that wonders how he’ll feel when he wakes up tomorrow on his brother’s old, too large bed, sticky and cold and alone. His heart is aching in ways he’ll never admit to as he falls asleep. Instead, he wakes still tangled in Elizaveta and Roderich’s embrace. Elizaveta has flipped herself over in her sleep, and is now cuddled against his side, her hands brushing his chest, and as his eyes drift higher his heart stops.
Roderich is awake. Roderich is awake and leaning over Elizaveta, tangled as she is in Gilbert’s arms, with a quiet smile on his face. He lifts an eyebrow as he catches Gilbert’s startled gaze, his smile falling into a smirk. He leans over Elizaveta’s shoulder, his delicate, long-fingered hands brushing Gilbert’s chin, and Gilbert finds himself unable to move. He’s sure he should breath, breathing would be good; his head feels fuzzy.
Roderich kisses him, just a light kiss, barely a touch of the lips. When he pulls back, Gilbert thinks it’s possibly the most wonderful thing he’s ever felt.
~*~
Elsewhere Germany sighs heavily, and pulls half-heartedly at the grip Italy has on his arm. “Italy, I have work to do,” he groans, but Italy’s grinning at him with that bright, stupid, beautiful grin.
“Come on Germany! There’s so many more gardens to see,” he exclaims, and tugs, and Germany finds himself following reluctantly anyway. He doesn’t catch the mischievous glint in Italy’s eye. Not yet, Italy thinks, as he leads Germany away. Can’t let you go just yet. They’re not done.
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Long fic ended up being long. o////o
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 01:51 am (UTC)(link)/bookmarks forever
<--author anon
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 02:29 am (UTC)(link)GILBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~
(By that I mean FUCK ME, THAT WAS HOT!)
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 03:39 am (UTC)(link)(Some of the details were just perfect, like Austria and Hungary's hands.)
(And Germany and Italy on the sidelines was just the cherry on top.)
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 03:47 am (UTC)(link)Thank you~ Glad you liked. ^_^b
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 05:39 am (UTC)(link)I wanted this to be filled so hard, and.. umf! *calms down* Just...
Beautiful job!
XD I was so giddy I ended up posting this reply somewhere else, OTL I blame you for frying my brain and making me stay up late reading this!no subject
(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)Sorry for frying your brain....maybe?no subject
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)OP would like to present her soul on a platter
(Anonymous) 2009-03-13 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)I mean, this is way better than I could have expected or imagined. EVER.
It has all these story elements I like way too much in anything but especially threesome stories. Like...a normally not so nice character showing their angstier side without loosing their edge, check, and and...Roderich and Elizaveta are sharing so nicely. <3
Love your characterization of those two in general as well. The mixed balance of feminine and masculine is juuust right. *squees*
What else did I squee over...all of it really, but the present day setting and Wall angst being there tickled especially. *^__^*
Did I mention I LOVE long fics? ¤3¤
and German and Italy at the end? d'aaw~ :D
So, if you ever post this unanomously, expect to be pounced. A lot. :D ~<3
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-21 01:56 am (UTC)(link)And italy at the end was awesome as well.
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(Anonymous) 2009-04-14 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you anon, thank you
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(Anonymous) 2010-05-30 05:38 am (UTC)(link)And your Roderich, oh HHNNNNNNGGGG *dies*
So. Fucking. Hot. Allofit.