“Look who’s still hard…” There was something in the water: they’d looked it up, they knew what it was. They force fed him a dose of it once he was bound up, before Gilbert usually took the first run at taking him at his fieriest and his meanest. Francis liked him better when he was already prepped but still ready to fight back. Antonio was the one who fucked him into submission, whatever his status at the time.
It kept him from falling asleep, it made it easier for him to release. It made him sluggish, but as far as Gilbert was concerned keeping him active was what settings six through ten on the toy were for. And he was still hard as Gilbert liberated the device from his body and then quickly, almost ruthlessly, filled the gap with himself.
They were both just so ready, there was no point waiting around or trying to savour it. He fit so well inside and, with the privilege of having gone first all those hours ago, felt the total transformation. The stretching, the warmth, the cum-
“Almost like fucking a woman…” But so much better, because as he started going, thrusting with low and slow just giving himself the time to adjust and feel the reality wash over him, Gilbert could experience the whole thing.
He heard that venomous sound, late to the party but still angry and refusing to break. It meant there was probably someplace deeper in him that they hadn’t gotten to yet, some locked door or secret compartment where Lovino could flee from the drugs and the darkness. Gilbert heard him open the slats in that locked door and react thirty seconds too late to a jab that didn’t mean anything: *“my ass is not a pussy!”* was what he was trying to say.
He stank of sweat and cum, but it didn’t matter because he still kept hanging on: there was enough slack on the bonds that he didn’t have to hold them tight, he didn’t have to strain his arms and make the cords creak and rub on the bed-posts. Lovino did it because he could, because five hours in he was still so god-damned stubborn: he wouldn’t say the word to make Gilbert stop, he wouldn’t retreat all the way into his safe little room and lock out what was happening. He made himself stay here, on this bed, legs spread and body exposed as Gilbert took his turn and *fucked* him.
*Fucked him*, like the animal he turned into once that clock started ticking and it took three grown men to wrestle one down. *Fucked him*, after ripping his clothes off, because Lovino made a point of changing his clothes when he got to the house so his nice shirts and slacks didn’t get ruined: putting on old jeans or stretched tee-shirts so they could just rip and tear into him without feeling sorry for it the next day.
*Fucked him*, because with Antonio out of the house for an hour and Francis passed out with a cigarette downstairs, that made him Gilbert’s. With his best friends out of the way for twenty priceless minutes, Gilbert could take him, and fuck him, and just hold him down and have at him, make him scream without even touching him and then rope them both together with a kind of violence that surpassed the obscene.
“Cum for me, you little bitch.”
And it felt good.
“G-Gil-!”
It felt so damn good…
“N-no… don’t… not…”
Almost as good as turning it all the way up to eight while he got dressed again in the black, and leaving Lovino to suffer on seven when he left.
((Author!Anon might ship Prumano hard core whoops sorry OP))
UNF authornon, this is how a good consensual bondage fic should look like. I love how you incorporated all their personalities into their approach to sex, Lovino included. Brilliant fic.
Holy shit! You captured everything I love about Gilbert in here, and I think that's such a powerful thing considering how Lovino is the most central character. The dialogue, even the sentence structure is so precise that his personality just clicked with each passing sentence, and I absolutely loved it! All the way down to the last line, which has to be one of my favorite lines I've read in a while concerning Prussia.
Dying! I'm dying! Someone filled it :') I was going to, but it kinda sucks because I've never written anything like this before and yours is amazing and holy cow I can not wait for Antonio. I bet it was him when the safe word was used! My shipper heart... dying... :D I'm seriously in irrationally excited!!!
You are awesome, both OP and Author!anaon. That is all.
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Re: Safe Word 5/? Gilbert
(Anonymous) 2013-03-21 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)It kept him from falling asleep, it made it easier for him to release. It made him sluggish, but as far as Gilbert was concerned keeping him active was what settings six through ten on the toy were for. And he was still hard as Gilbert liberated the device from his body and then quickly, almost ruthlessly, filled the gap with himself.
They were both just so ready, there was no point waiting around or trying to savour it. He fit so well inside and, with the privilege of having gone first all those hours ago, felt the total transformation. The stretching, the warmth, the cum-
“Almost like fucking a woman…” But so much better, because as he started going, thrusting with low and slow just giving himself the time to adjust and feel the reality wash over him, Gilbert could experience the whole thing.
He heard that venomous sound, late to the party but still angry and refusing to break. It meant there was probably someplace deeper in him that they hadn’t gotten to yet, some locked door or secret compartment where Lovino could flee from the drugs and the darkness. Gilbert heard him open the slats in that locked door and react thirty seconds too late to a jab that didn’t mean anything: *“my ass is not a pussy!”* was what he was trying to say.
He stank of sweat and cum, but it didn’t matter because he still kept hanging on: there was enough slack on the bonds that he didn’t have to hold them tight, he didn’t have to strain his arms and make the cords creak and rub on the bed-posts. Lovino did it because he could, because five hours in he was still so god-damned stubborn: he wouldn’t say the word to make Gilbert stop, he wouldn’t retreat all the way into his safe little room and lock out what was happening. He made himself stay here, on this bed, legs spread and body exposed as Gilbert took his turn and *fucked* him.
*Fucked him*, like the animal he turned into once that clock started ticking and it took three grown men to wrestle one down. *Fucked him*, after ripping his clothes off, because Lovino made a point of changing his clothes when he got to the house so his nice shirts and slacks didn’t get ruined: putting on old jeans or stretched tee-shirts so they could just rip and tear into him without feeling sorry for it the next day.
*Fucked him*, because with Antonio out of the house for an hour and Francis passed out with a cigarette downstairs, that made him Gilbert’s. With his best friends out of the way for twenty priceless minutes, Gilbert could take him, and fuck him, and just hold him down and have at him, make him scream without even touching him and then rope them both together with a kind of violence that surpassed the obscene.
“Cum for me, you little bitch.”
And it felt good.
“G-Gil-!”
It felt so damn good…
“N-no… don’t… not…”
Almost as good as turning it all the way up to eight while he got dressed again in the black, and leaving Lovino to suffer on seven when he left.
((Author!Anon might ship Prumano hard core whoops sorry OP))
Re: Safe Word 5/? Gilbert
(Anonymous) 2013-03-21 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Safe Word 5/? Gilbert
(Anonymous) 2013-03-21 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks for this amazing reading, A!A, you made my day!
Re: Safe Word 5/? Gilbert
(Anonymous) 2013-03-22 12:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: Safe Word 5/? Gilbert
(Anonymous) 2013-03-22 02:17 am (UTC)(link)You are awesome, both OP and Author!anaon. That is all.
OP again!
(Anonymous) 2013-03-22 09:42 am (UTC)(link)(Aaaaand I just realised that I referred to the BTT as the Bat Touch Trio, thank you for not turning Romano into a flying nocturnal mammal.