Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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part 15

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above should be Eine Kleine Nachtmusik 1b/1, this is Eine Kleine Nachtmusik 1c/1

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The brunette looked away, glasses sliding down a little on his nose. The German reached for it, only to have the Austrian slap his hand away. His violet eyes flashed with something that looked like anger and faded away into a look purely born out of fear.

"Austria," Germany's sapphire eyes narrowed, causing the other nation to flinch.

Austria did not answer. If he had any for of defence left against Germany, it was his spectacles. At the very least, in the dim candlelight, the German would not be able to look into his eyes directly without the barrier of glass... He took a deep breath. "Germany... Please..." he whispered, pleading.

The German held his gaze for a long, agonising minute and the Austrian heaved an inward sigh of relief when he returned to his assault on his wrist, nibbling the sensitive skin, licking his long, slender fingers... A moan escaped the brunette's lips before he could bite it back. The blonde's lips curled upwards slightly and the Austrian wondered if it was from a genuine sort of satisfaction or from a sadistic kind. When Germany reached for the clasp of his trousers, his hips bucked forward involuntarily, all too eager to escape the confines of his clothing. He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought of what was once torture for him had become something that he could derive pleasure from, especially from the pain...

Austria's violet eyes widened in alarm as Germany left him clad in only his white dress shirt, knowing the solitary, inevitable conclusion all too well. The German's rough, calloused palms grazed his skin, caused butterflies in his stomach as they wandered south of his abdomen, ghosted over the insides of his thighs and the Austrian's heart hammered hard and fast against his chest as the blonde's fingers stopped at his entrance.

Germany looked up at the other nation and pressed a finger to his lips. As he held Austria in his arms, carrying him to the guest bedroom that the latter had lent him, he found himself surprised by how the brunette clung to his shirt and how he buried his face into the crook of his neck, avoiding his gaze. There was something about that moment, with Austria in his arms, looking so vulnerable and in need of protection that made Germany want to stop time so he could capture the inexplicable feeling that was threatening to overwhelm him for eternity. He tightened his grip, which made the Austrian shift slightly in discomfort.

He did not understand the rush of emotions he had always felt around the other nation - he wanted him so desperately, mind, body and soul, yet there was a wild fire in those violet eyes that could not be tamed - Austria would never fully bend to his will, no matter what. It pushed Germany to the brink of insanity, thinking of how he could possess him completely while knowing how futile the idea was. Even so, each time he tried to treat the brunette with care (he had always thought that he had an ethereal sort of fragility) was eclipsed by his desire to possess him. He feared that someday, the hurt he caused Austria would be irreparable, that one day, the violet eyed man would break and he would lose him for all eternity but at the same time, the fear of losing him made him begin each attempt to possess him with renewed fervour, up till the point where he wasn't even sure if he was giving the other nation pain or pleasure.

"Germany?" Austria asked, awakening him from his reverie. Lying on the bed with only his shirt and glasses on, he felt bare, over exposed and was desperate not to have to look into the other nation's eyes when he entered him.

Wordlessly, the German pressed his chapped lips to the Austrian's neck, kissing, licking the skin underneath his collarbone, leaving a trail of wet heat all the way down to where it demanded the most attention.