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Hetalia kink meme part 27
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Rebuilding the Broken Roads (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2014-12-21 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)Austria arrived prepared, (in more ways than one, Alfred would soon find out). He was all business, giving Alfred a simple nod before disappearing into the bathroom to strip from his long coat and trousers into a set of nightclothes. America was left standing near the bed, awkwardly trying to decide if he should remain standing or climb into bed. Austria didn’t give him a chance to decide, because he slipped out of the bathroom and stood before the American in a long, white nightgown.
“You’re still dressed.” The Austrian observed as he pushed his glasses back up his nose, motioning for Alfred to undress. “Honestly, you act like you’ve never done this before.” Roderich’s frown deepened as he peered at the American over the top of his glasses. “I suppose you haven’t, have you? This,” he motioned between the two of them, “is a very old world notion.”
“I didn’t want to just be sittin’ here naked, that wouldn’t be very…proper.” Alfred shrugged, awkwardly trying to give Roderich a smile, only for it not to be returned. He’d been warned about that. The Austrian didn’t smile much, nor did he seem very interested in pretending to smile. It threw Alfred off and made him feel unbalanced. He reached up to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one. His cheeks flooded with heat as he dropped his shirt to the ground, reaching down to work on his trousers. “They said this was the best way to implement aid the fastest. I want you to feel better, Roderich.”
The Austrian’s cheeks turned pink, but he busied himself with snatching Alfred’s shirt off the floor and folding it to hide his blushing face. He placed the folded shirt on the table, holding his hand out as Alfred stepped out of his trousers. “Might as well give me those too.” He gave Alfred an appreciative glance down his torso, stopping at his boxers as he placed Alfred’s folded trousers on top of the shirt.
Alfred jerked his head down, hoping he hadn’t accidentally worn old underwear. He couldn’t meet with a classy guy like Austria with old underwear. He didn’t want to come off as slovenly. “What’s wrong?” He asked curiously, after finding his new boxers a pristine white color.
“Nothing.” Austria answered quickly before walking over and popping the elastic band of Alfred’s boxers. Roderich inhaled slowly, ignoring the American’s gasp of surprise, and pushing them down Alfred’s thick thighs. “It’s been years since I’ve seen boxers without a button.” Violet eyes flicked up to lock with vibrant blue ones. “Victory has done well for you, Alfred. I suppose your people were right, to the victor belong the spoils.”
It was such a sweet moment, because the thought of victory always made Alfred a little weak-kneed and sentimental. He reached down to tilt Roderich’s chin up and placed the lightest of kisses along his jawline. “Then allow me to spread the spoils.” He wrapped an arm around Austria’s waist, pulling them both down to the bed. The stiff binding of Roderich’s corset startled the American, but once he realized what it was he gently rubbed his fingertips along the intricate bindings. “Isn’t this uncomfortable?”
“No. I’ve become used to the tightness,” the Austrian answered, squirming underneath the weight of the American above him, “I’ve spent too many years sitting at my piano. Old age has made me grow fat.”
“You’re not fat.” Alfred insisted as he hesitantly reached up to comb his fingers through the Austrian’s chocolate colored hair. In the moment of quiet, America listened to the music box play another song before dissipating into complete silence. His fingers didn’t stay idle, they disappeared down Roderich’s sides and stroked over his hips. He mapped out the nation’s body, calming him with those soft touches.
Roderich sighed softly, tossing his arm over his eyes as he squirmed with the sweet touches. His cheeks heated and his lips a bright red as he bit them to keep from making too much noise. “This isn’t..ahh..what I expected from you.”
“What did you expect?” America asked as he tilted his head to the side and pulled the nightgown up Roderich’s thighs. He blinked as he realized the Austrian wasn’t wearing underwear. His soft cock and round ass were completely bare to the American. It was an unexpected, but welcomed sight. There was something else catching his eye. There was a slight glimmer on Roderich’s ass. Alfred had always been much too curious for his own good and he reached forward to drag his index finger through the slick substance. It was lube, Alfred realized with a furrow brow. “Roderich?”
Roderich grunted as goose bumps raced down his thighs at the touches to his sensitive ass, “I expected youthful exuberance.”
“You prepared yourself.” Alfred stated, using his thumbs to spread Austria’s ass cheeks. He was stuffed full of slick. The slippery liquid clung to his skin and the excess slick dribbled down to splatter against the sheets of the bed. “Fuck.” It was one of the hottest things the American had seen in a long time. His cock throbbed against his thigh, protesting the neglect.
“Don’t act surprised!” Austria scolded, peeking from underneath his arm to glare at the grinning American. “I wanted to be prepared for anything.” Definitely, he snapped his legs together as a pout settled upon his face. “Your teasing is not helping.”
Alfred just chuckled as he massaged a set of small circles on Roderich’s fleshy ass, coaxing those legs apart once more. “I’m sorry, hon.” Dropping the pet name in hopes of getting back on his sweet side. “Just relax and I’ll take good care of you.” He coaxed Roderich to sit up just a bit, using the time to completely pulling the nightgown over the nation’s head. This he tossed onto the floor despite an indignant squawk from the smaller man.
“You’re picking that up.” The Austrian snapped, only to be cut off as Alfred pressed their lips together once more. The kiss was a distraction for the American’s thick fingers to press inside Roderich’s welcoming, tight hole. He wasn’t lying when he said he prepared himself. Alfred’s fingers twisted and stretched the muscles and they yielded easily to his efforts.
Alfred pulled his lips away, panting softly as he watched Roderich’s chest heave as he gasped for air. “Relax, hon.” He whispered softly, grinning as Austria’s blush threatened to trail all the way down his torso, stopping at the top of the black corset. Alfred traced the top of the corset, enjoying the way Austria shivered with each stroke. “Just like that,” he purred, letting his free hand inch towards the tube of lube sitting on the bedside table. Roderich might have prepared himself, but Alfred was a firm believer in you could never use enough slick. He certainly didn’t want friction burn on his or Austria’s dick. With his hand slick, he reached down to stroke his partner, feeling the shaft plump and lengthen in his hand. Mostly Alfred enjoyed watching Austria writhe, twisting and whining as the American alternated between soft, slow strokes and hard, fast ones.
Alfred admired how pretty Austria was when he lost himself in his pleasure. The low arousal that had been growing in the America’s stomach flared to life, igniting a yearning inside him. “Fuck.” He cursed as he took his hand away just as Roderich was to cum. It was an asshole move, but Alfred didn’t want him too sensitive. He used the hand slick with lube and Austria’s pre-cum to stroke his own half-hard cock until the organ as hard and pulsing with life.
Austria gave a choked groan as Alfred spread his ass cheeks again, pressing the bulbous head of his cock into the tight channel. Constricting heat and undeniable pleasure shot through the American’s body, his hips twitching desperately to sink deeper into Roderich. It had been a while for Alfred. The war years didn’t give him more time for baser needs, but his body didn’t forget the joy of a good fuck.
Roderich was undeniably impatient once Alfred was pressed inside him, the American’s cock nudging just right against his prostate for a teasing pleasure. His arms were wrapped around the American’s neck and his fingernails were digging groves into his back. They stung painfully, but it sent another thrill down Alfred’s spine. The mix of pleasure and pain pushed heat into the American’s veins. He rocked into Roderich, listening to the moans and whimpers of the man underneath him, turning his attention to any part of the nation that was lacking in affection.
They moved together, Alfred pressing open-mouthed kisses to Roderich’s neck, never quite marking the soft skin there. Austria groaned, reaching down to stroke himself as Alfred increased the speed of his thrusts. His actions sent shivers through his body making him tighten around the American’s cock. Alfred wasn’t one to be a selfish lover. His hand joined Roderich’s own and stroked him in quick, rough strokes. As the Austrian’s prostate was assaulted along with his cock, he found himself drowning in pleasure. He came with a soft gasp, arching into Alfred’s hand and sending shocks through his body. Alfred became lost in that pleasure, rutting into Austria until his thighs trembled and his vision flashed white. He pressed once more into Austria, spilling his seed deep into the nation.
Panting softly, Alfred pulled his spent cock out of Austria, collapsing to lie on his side. Roderich trembled in the aftershocks of his own climax, twitching as the American pressed his fingers back into his spent hole, keeping his seed from leaking out. Roderich moaned at the sensitivity of his puckered entrance, closing his eyes but not fighting the motion. The entire point was to keep Alfred inside the Austrian for as long as possible.
Alfred reached down to the mess of sheets at the end of the bed, tugging them up to cover Roderich. He wanted to make sure the other man was taken care of in all ways. As he settled down for a quick nap beside his bed partner, Roderich stopped him with a soft kiss to the forehead. “Thank you, Alfred, for everything.”
The smile Alfred gave the Austrian in return was blinding.
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Notes
* In the United States (and I’m sure other countries) elastic was rationed for other uses. World War II saw many men’s underwear being made with button snaps instead of elastic. Also, stockings were rationed as well.
* Austria was difficult to write, but I tried to include many of the character traits that I’ve researched. Hopefully he’s close enough.
* Austria (the country) was the first country to join into a union with Germany during World War II. The famous Anschluss was the joining of ethnic Germans.
* 'To the victor belongs the spoils' originated in the United States during the 1800s, from what my research tells me anyway.
Re: Rebuilding the Broken Roads (2/?)
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