Hetalia kink meme ([personal profile] hetalia_kink) wrote2011-02-27 12:31 pm

Past-Part Fills Part 7






Past-Part Fills Part Seven

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Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 2c/?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Prussia bit back an impatient yell about what he could do with his dinner. As much as it bugged him how often Germany imposed on his awesome life, he knew it wasn't a good idea to bite the hand that fed him and provided him with a roof over his head and a really fast Internet connection.

He gave his crotch an evaluating look and tried to measure if he was already so hard that it would be a problem to go outside. The story hadn't yet got to the best parts and hadn't got him all hot and bothered, but he supposed it was better not to take any risks. Germany would flip his shit if he got banned from the last supermarket in the neighbourhood that still let him in.

“Yeah, okay! I'm going. Just give me a few minutes!” he said and started fumbling with his pants.

Fuck, this wasn't the way to do this, he thought as he was pumping himself. He wanted to find out what he was going to do to Romano in the story – for it was clear that the other person was still him. No wonder. He had been awesome in the first story, so why would Romano ever want to switch to someone else?

He felt himself tighten and reached under his bed for a box of tissues just as he came. He spent a moment catching his breath and threw the tissue aside, wondering if he should laminate the pages so that they'd be easier to wash if needed. Maybe going to the store wasn't such a bad idea after all.

“I'm off. Do you need something other than milk?” he asked once in the kitchen.

“No, that'll be all,” Germany said. He was in the process of peeling potatoes, and Prussia found himself thinking that he could have easily put that aside and gone to the store himself. But no, Germany had got into his head that Prussia had to do something every now and then to earn his keep.

He had to spend an eternity at the Penny Markt because there was only one cashier on shift and some little brat threw a tantrum about a Milka bar in the line. On the other hand, if there was something Prussia had learned in the course of his history, it was searching for the small, positive things in the shithole that his life sometimes resembled. When he finally emerged with the milk, some beer and a roll of plastic film, so much time had passed that he felt more than ready for round two with Romano's stories.

“Here's your milk,” he said and placed the carton and the beer bottles on the kitchen table, not even stopping on his way to the basement.

“You took a while. Dinner will be ready in some fifteen minutes.”

“Save me some for later. I've got stuff to do.”

“What – ”

But Prussia never heard the rest of Germany's question because the door to the basement had already closed and he was well on his way down the stairs. It wasn't the fact that Romano's stories were great porn that had him so excited. It was that he was in them, that Romano entertained himself with thoughts of him. It did wonders to soothe his ego that was sometimes dented with the thought that the modern world was in the process of forgetting all about him.

He picked up the page where he had stopped and resumed reading.

“And then I'm going to surprise you.”

I glared at him, knowing that I couldn't get a straight answer out of him when he was in one of his playful moods. Asshole. I guess I could always try to have revenge on him if it turned out to be something unpleasant.

“Fine. Just get fucking on with it,” I growled.

“Okay, since you're asking so nicely.”

He returned behind me and gave my ass an enthusiastic pat before he turned his attention to my hole and began to insert the vibrator. He had prepared me well, so there was little discomfort as he pushed it inside. I let out the breath I had been holding when I felt the tip come to rest against my prostate.

The rub he had given me earlier had left me half-hard. Whenever I shifted, the friction from the sheets made me tremble.

“I'm going to flip you over,” he said.

Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 2d/?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
My heart skipped a beat. I preferred to lie on my stomach when he got experimental with me because I hated letting him see my face when I didn't know what was coming. Even though I had grown to trust him so much, part of me was always embarrassed to show him my pleasure. Or maybe it was fear because the more I loved him, the more vulnerable I became.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but something on his face made it easier to forget the nervous fluttering in my stomach.

“Okay,” I said and turned over on my own without any guiding from him. I grunted at the sensation of the vibrator shifting inside me.

“Thanks.”

He grabbed a hold of my right ankle and placed a kiss on my foot, right where my toes started. I swallowed as he started moving up my leg, covering my skin in kisses and nibbling at me with his teeth until he reached my knee.

“Was this your awesome idea?” I asked. He was being gentler than usual, and while I didn't mind, I was growing impatient. I wished he'd at least turn on the vibrator to give me some friction.

“No, but we're getting there.”

And with that, he let go of my leg and started unzipping his trousers. I prodded myself up on my elbows and watched him, wondering if he wanted me to suck him off. I always complained when he asked me to, but in truth I loved the chance to make him feel good. He was always doing to me what I liked the most, and I wanted to do the same to him.

He seemed to guess what I was thinking because he gestured for me to lie back.

“I've got this all covered,” he said as he finally freed his length and tossed his trousers and underwear aside. He grabbed a tube of lubricant from the table, uncapped it and smeared a generous amount on his hand. I watched him give himself a few strokes to get hard and spent a moment just admiring the fact that he was mine.

And then he came to kneel on the bed between my legs. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them up on his shoulders so that my hips were raised off the bed. I felt the tip of his erection at my entrance and frowned in confusion.

“Wait, the vibrator –”

“ – is going to stay inside,” he finished for me.

“What?” I barked and struggled to sit up, but he tightened his hold on my legs and shushed me to calm down.

“That's never going to fit!” I complained. The vibrator wasn't big, but there was no way I could take him along with it. I wasn't sure I even wanted to try. It would hurt too much.

“It'll fit. I've prepped you well, and I'll go real slow. You know I'm the best. It can't go wrong.”

My hesitation must have been written all over my face because he gave my calf a reassuring nuzzle with his cheek.

“You can always tell me to stop if it's too much,” he said.

“Yeah, but...” I had heard that some people liked this and that it could feel really good. I had thought about it sometimes, but I had never assumed that I'd ever get to experience it. It made my stomach quiver with nervousness, but I couldn't help but be a little curious as well.

“Okay,” I said in a shaky voice.

He flashed me an enthusiastic grin. “Great!”

I felt the tip of his length at my hole and how the pressure increased as he began to push inside. He had to use his left hand to guide himself in alongside the vibrator, and I clenched my eyes shut at the feeling of being stretched so wide. It wasn't too bad at first, but soon I was hit with the sting, and my breath got caught in my throat. Oh, fuck, he was going to split me in two!

“H-hey,” I said and tried to keep my trembling body under control so that I wouldn't bolt to get away from him.

He froze at once. “What? Do you want me to pull out?”

“No,” I said with a shake of my head. “Just... go slower.”

I dug my fingers into the mattress as he continued pushing into me. A groan escaped from my throat at the increasing burn in my passage. I knew I could have made him stop at any moment, but now that we had come this far, I wanted to see it through to the end.

I was almost clawing at the sheets when he finally stopped.

“All in,” he said, his voice heavy. “And it feels fucking great!”

Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 2e/?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-10 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
“To you, maybe,” I grumbled and wiped at my eyes to get rid of the tears that were threatening to fall.

“Aww, I'm sorry. Tell you what, you can decide what we do next time.”

“It's my turn anyway, bastard.”

I felt him shift, and a shiver of fear travelled down my spine. I was still hurting and stretched too wide. I didn't want to imagine what it would be like if he started now.

“Wait!” I called out. “Not yet!”

“Don't worry. I'm not going to fuck you like this. Let's take it easy. I just wanted to see if this would work,” he said.


Prussia reached the end of the page and eagerly grabbed the next one, but to his great disappointment the story didn't continue there. Maybe Romano had run out of inspiration, or maybe that had been all he had to say about that fantasy.

He was still so much into the story that he didn't feel like starting the next one. Instead, he decided to use his imagination, which was obviously better than Romano's, and come up with a suitable end for the tale. Maybe he'd even write it down once he had taken care of some more urgent needs.

***


Prussia spent the following week reading every page of Romano's writings. The stories varied greatly in terms of sex acts, but they had some things in common – almost all of them were about Romano being topped by him. There were a few attempts to switch the roles. Prussia was greatly interested in those as well, but the writing was clumsier and less detailed, showing that Romano spent far more time thinking of himself as a bottom.

He kept returning to the stories even after he had read all of them several times, which puzzled him somewhat. He had no shortage of porn on his computer, and he was more of a video kind of person anyway. Reading to get off wasn't his thing, no matter how flattering the stories were.

And yet he found himself poring over them every night, imagining the scenarios and almost hearing Romano's voice in his head. Something in them filled him with a strange sense of content that had nothing to do with sex.

Once he realised that the stories had become more than just porn for him, he began to read them more carefully, to look for the things that had caught his attention.

When he found them, he had no choice but to admit that he had been thinking with his dick the whole time. There was much more than sex in the stories. Most of them ended with some kind of cuddling scene, and not one failed to include Romano's musings about trust, safety and – God forbid! – love.

It was painfully obvious that it wasn't just kinky sex that filled Romano's mind.

It was a relationship.

Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 2e/?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-11 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
The more I read of this story, the more I love it! There's something beyond the (hot!) sex that's really lovely. Maybe the idea that Romano also dreams about cuddling and affection and other unthinkable cute stuff :D And Gilbert seems more that flattered by it. I really like where this is going, or at least where I suppose this is going :)
Good job anon, very good!

Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 2e/?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 10:11 am (UTC)(link)
so excited for when Prussia confronts Romano about it!!!

Re: Nobody Fulfils a Fantasy Like Prussia 2e/?

(Anonymous) 2012-03-13 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Kudos for A!A for including the emotional part about trust and feelings and even putting them above the kinkiness. Cute fill, hot too.

OP IS BACK AFTER ONE HELL OF A HORRIBLE WEEK

(Anonymous) 2012-03-15 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I know I'm late, I'm so sorry, but I had, again, one hell of a horrible week.

This cheered me up so much! I'm glad that you included an emotional side - and yes, Romano would need huge amounts of trust and love to let somebody do this kind of stuff to him.

Prussia! He's adorable in this fic. The way he slowly realizes that it's not the porn what keeps him coming back for more...he's cute! Now I wonder how he will move things on with Romano...

And also, of course, more hotness<3

Still following this, even if I'm not always commenting immediately after the new chapter, because this is awesome and I'm very happy my request got such a nice long sexy fill<3