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Hetalia kink meme part 27
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Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War To End All Wars - 18 of ?
(Anonymous) 2016-06-25 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)America wasn't all that surprised that when he emerged from the bathroom, Germany had taken his suggestion as though it was an order, and now sat perched on the chair by the desk, wrapped in a dark red bathrobe.
Rather than tease the other nation, America shed his bathrobe, pulled the covers back on the bed, and sprawled out. “How about we start with a little game of find the zone?”
Germany's blank expression – and fierce blush – told America he had no idea what that meant.
Since America had half-expected that, he shifted quickly into an explanation. “See, every nation has this spot that acts like a normal erogenous zone, only way more potent. You're gonna explore my lands until you find it.” He grinned.
The intensity of that blush left America wondering if nations could spontaneously combust. Because if it was possible, Germany would. Even his ears were red. “E...explore?”
America lowered his voice a bit. “Your hands. My body.” He lifted his hands to clasp them behind his head, giving the other nation a good view.
Germany flinched, looking stricken. “You… your heart...”
Oh. Right. America offered a smile that he hoped would be reassuring. “The scar?” He'd be surprised if anything else had generated that reaction: the ugly scar running from under his left arm to his right hip with a thick ridge that crossed his heart wasn't exactly a pleasant thing.
Germany nodded and swallowed.
“It's from my civil war,” America said. “It doesn't hurt anymore.” Not much, anyway, not compared to what things had been like during the war.
The younger nation shuddered. He sat carefully on the bed beside America, tentatively reached a hand out. “May I?”
“Sure.” It occurred to America that this was the first time he'd had sex with another nation since his civil war, and he had no idea how he'd react to a nation touching that scar. Well, too late to back out now.
Germany's light touch was almost ticklish, warm, and when he traced the scar America knew the war years again, the pain, the need of his people, the betrayal when his sister joined the southern states… And then the slow reconciliation, relief that brother would no longer fight brother in the name of a war that nobody had really wanted. The way Ginny had looked at him with that mix of defiance and fear and how she'd relaxed when he'd just hugged her and welcomed her home. It was the same with the other southern states, but they'd all settled down over time.
“So divided,” Germany murmured, “Yet you can still be one nation.” He rested one hand over America's heart.
In that touch, America felt not just the warmth of human contact, but the connection of two nations: the many people whose ancestry and first language was German, whose hearts beat for him and for Germany. He smiled. “E pluribus unum.”
“From the many, one.” Germany whispered the translation as though it were a hymn. “I don't know how you can be so strong.” His hands moved south, exploring the sweeping plains of the South-West before skimming past Florida. “So rich.”
In all honesty, Germany's awed praise was as arousing as his gentle touches. “Everything is just so big...”
It was all America could do not to break the moment and bust out laughing. His land was him, just as his people were him. He didn't think about the size crammed into a body just fractionally shorter than Germany's: it was just who he was.
Florida wasn't standing yet, but it wouldn't take long.
“Magnificent,” Germany breathed, his hands sliding up the east and west coast. “Your lands are magnificent, America. Your people are magnificent. You are magnificent.”
America's face heated. Praise wasn't something he knew how to take: it just didn't happen in his life. The warmth kindling inside him brought a softness to his expression, made him want to reach out and embrace the other nation.
He kept his hands behind his head, fingers interlaced. Germany needed to set the pace this time: if all went well, there'd be time for embraces and snuggling later.
Now Germany explored the northern states, one hand discovering Washington's mountains and lakes, the other hovering over New England, while Germany crouched straddled over America, the edges of the bathrobe tickling America's legs and making him twitch. There was something in the other nation's expression now, a fierceness that spoke of kindling lust mingled with the warmth of affection. “You are so… enticing, just waiting for me to take you,” he murmured, face hovering so close to America their lips brushed when he spoke. “Would you… allow me to...” A blush, deep and so hot America could feel the warmth radiating. “May I tie your hands, America?”
Florida sprang to attention.
America had to try several times before he managed to say, “Yes.” He hadn't expected this, not from ever-so-correct Germany, and man did it ever do things to his libido.
Within moments, the tie of Germany's bathrobe wrapped around his wrists, tethering him to the bedhead. Not that America couldn't break it if he wanted, but he'd rather not risk damaging the bed or anything else.
Germany moved down to lie alongside him. “Much better.” One hand swept down the Midwestern plains, while Germany's breath teased America's left ear. “You look so very good like this.” His lips brushed the shell of that ear, slid over it and his tongue touched…
America gasped and shuddered, something almost like orgasm flooding him. His eyes opened wide and his breathing quickened. “God...”
The other nation all but purred. “There?” He swept his tongue in for another attack, leaving America quivering, helpless with pleasure, his legs and his land opening to welcome Germany inside.
“Nnnh… please.” Words came without thought, drawn by intense need. America's back arched, straining towards Germany as waves of pleasure washed over him, turning every nerve into an erogenous zone.
Germany swallowed, licked his lips. “I believe this is when I use the oil, yes?” He ran a finger over the spot, a little dimple behind America's left ear.
Yes, anything, just take me. America didn't know if he'd spoken or not. His rivers flooded with need, the Gulf wide and eager, open for invasion.
The sound of the bottle opening seemed awfully loud, the slick noises of Germany's hand against his own erection too far away. America strained to reach the other, to satisfy the desperate yearning for union Germany's caresses had awakened.
Then Germany shifted, lifting America's hips, parting his cheeks to fully expose the Mississippi delta. “Tell me if this hurts.”
As if anything like that mattered now: he needed Germany's heavy artillery invading the Mississippi, filling the river and flooding it. Pain didn't matter: only satisfying that desire.
America's eyes opened wide, his back arching. Heat and pressure and stretching not quite enough to be painful, filling him and sending shudders of pure bliss through his body, not quite enough to bring him to climax but close, so close. If he begged for more, he didn't notice, didn't care that his legs wrapped around Germany's body, trying to pull him closer, his arms straining against the cloth binding them.
Germany's eyes half-closed, hooded and glazed with pleasure. “God. My God.” He leaned forward reaching for the zone again, and America turned his head so he could reach it more easily, lost himself to pleasure and need once more.
Again and again, Germany thrust while caressing that spot, leaving America helpless beneath him, Florida trapped and painfully hard against the other man's body.
Finally, Germany gasped something that might have been a curse, or it might have been, “I'm coming.” His left hand wrapped around Florida, pumping hard while he thrust deep into America's valleys, and for a moment, a glorious handful of heartbeats, America and Germany were one, industry and farmland and city and shoreline united in their desires.
America let his head fall back, panting. “Man. You're good.”
Germany's blush spread down his chest as he reached up to untie America's hands. “You… are amazing.”
As soon as his hands were free, America reached for Germany, pulled him into an embrace. “So are you.” He kissed, gently, too tired for anything more. “Who knew… you'd turn into a sex god in the bedroom?”
“Don't.” If Germany could blush any harder he'd redefine 'red'.
Re: Germany and America - WWI AU - The War To End All Wars - 18 of ?
(Anonymous) 2016-07-06 01:14 am (UTC)(link)