It was quite fun to write this. PrussiaXAustria is my OTP, and so I'm glad I've dedicated my very first lemon and fanfiction to them. Again, please enjoy and let me know what you like about this.
And then Roderich's pants had been snatched and pulled down his thighs, pooled at his ankles, and he found Gilbert very close to him, with nothing between the albino and Roderich's erection but the thin fabric of light crème-coloured boxer.
Gilbert nodded, his eyes on the Austrian, and he glanced down to peer at Roderich's need. With an approving nod at the brunette's unexpected size, his hand went up to snag on the hem of the boxers before pulling them down. Roderich barely kept in an excited whimper as Prussia discarded him of his pants, boxers, and expensive boots all at once, and his eyes went down to meet crimson orbs before drawing away in embarrassment.
He was completely naked under Prussia.
No. Don't turn away from me. Gilbert straightened up so that he was on eye level with Roderich, cupped his chin in his hand, and delivered to those beautiful lips a chaste kiss, murmuring into the Austrian's ear: "You're beautiful."
Roderich fidgeted, looking down shyly at the well-polished floors. Then he felt Gilbert immediately dropped to his knees, rubbing his hands along the inside of Austria's thighs, and, as Roderich shivered, he suddenly ran his tongue against the smaller man's erection.
"H—Hngh!" A cry of pleasure tumbled from Roderich's lips, and the heat increased inside him, tearing at his sides, burning his organs to ashes. "Pr-Prussia! Preußen!" He gasped, reverting back to his native language in that moment of shock.
"You like that, don't you?" purred the Prussian, smiling coyly up at him. "Then… you'll like this even more."
And with that, he engulfed Austria's entire vital regions into his mouth, sliding his wet tongue along the large, hard member and watching Roderich tremble, a shuddering mess before him. How he love pleasuring the man—it made him tingle inside to see Austria's eyes pleading him, to hear the little noises that escaped from between tightly-pressed lips, to hear him begging for more.
"Prussia! Pl-Please! Bitte! More, m-more!" Those amethyst eyes burnt deep into his soul, a perfect symbol of all he ever longed for, all he ever wanted. He tentatively began to suck at the Austrian's cock as the brunette let out a whimper.
"Preußen! Please! I… I…" Roderich's eyes teared up with the immense bliss, and it was then that he knew: he needed Prussia; he needed the feel of another heated body against him, to feel a friction between his own legs and chest against another. Gilbert understood immediately.
"…" A wide grin spread across his face. "Of course. Gimme a moment, Specs."
And in the next moment, Prussia was lying completely naked atop him, pinning down his own sweaty body against the sweet coolness of the piano bench.
"O-oh! Mein Gott!" The friction of the two of them against each other—it made Roderich want to scream in such pleasure, yet such pain... such confusion… "Gi-Gilbert!"
"Shh," Gilbert pressed a finger against his soft, warm lips that were parting to make way for those lovely moans and shouts that made him want to feel even more, more of the naïve Austrian. "You wouldn't want to alert the neighbors, would you…?"
Roderich could hardly answer, he only shook his head slightly, somewhat violently, his soft locks of hair falling over his shut eyes, his pale skin, and his expression spoke clearly to the Prussian: I want you.
It was wearing Prussia out, all this waiting—never in his life had he waited for something he wanted. If he wanted Austria's vital regions, he would obtain them. If he wanted to launch an attack on Russia, he did as he pleased. Failure didn't settle well with the egotistical silverette. When he wanted something… it came to him, one way or another. Roderich's love was no exception.
He rolled his hips, grinding himself against Roderich, the feeling of bliss escalating ever so high, higher than ever before. "U-unh! A-Austria!"
"Prussia… p-please…" Austria's groans left him dazed and famished for more. "Prussia… More. Pl-Please…!"
Gilbert found himself chuckling darkly as he replied: "Are you sure you want to carry on with this?"
Austria let out a moan, a whimper, and nodded his head without any hesitation. He was desperate, deprived of Gilbert's loving touches—he needed them, he needed them now. He felt Gilbert take his hands and guide them up to the pale body above him.
"Touch me," he commanded, and soon those fingers that played Chopin and Mozart and Bach so beautifully were running across his chest and back, rubbing the scarred and calloused skin. Such skilled musician's fingers! It was no wonder that they tapped and squeezed at every inch of flesh they could find, that they knew how to play a body just the way they could play a piano; those hands enticed the richest of sounds from the albino's lips. "Ah… Roderich… your hands. They feel so…"
Awesome, the word rang at the back of his mind.
"P-Prussia…" Roderich was beyond control. His mouth moved of his own accord—his hands trailed across white skin pleadingly, needing, and he only pressed himself against Gilbert even more when the Prussian moved down to ensnare his lips.
"Here." His hand was led to a live, throbbing organ, and, with flushing a deep crimson, Austria's fingers curled around the erection hesitantly. "Touch me… here."
Roderich paused only briefly before his fingers began to stroke at Gilbert's hard member softly, then wrapped his fingers around it and began to pump, just as Gilbert had done for him earlier. He felt his cheeks heat up as he listened, observantly, to the small and subtle noises Gilbert made with each of his touches.
"D-Down…" Gilbert's words came in short, low breaths, and he struggled to regain his composure before muttering: "Down. O-on your knees."
Roderich's eyes widened slightly before he moved slowly, gracefully, away from the piano bench and down to the marble floor. What… What am I doing? The thought only came to his mind once, drifting in the back of his lust-poisoned mind, before Gilbert, moving to spread his legs on the bench to give Roderich access, washed away all sense of reality with a single command: "Suck."
The brunette leaned forward, his soft lips brushing the tip of the erection, sending a shiver of anticipation up Gilbert's spine and causing himself to tremble in slight repulsion at what he was doing; but his body had taken control over its own actions, and Roderich only gave a small whimper before he irresolutely took Gilbert's vital regions into his mouth as far as he could.
It didn't taste nearly as bad as he thought it would. He expected something vulgar, something repulsive, but that wasn't it at all. He thought he tasted some saltiness, something sweet, perhaps—it was strange. Acidic, yet somewhat of a... turn-on.
This Roderich realized as he began to slide his tongue up and down the member, tasting and prodding here and there, peering at Gilbert's face and enjoying how his lips twitched at the slightest movement, how his face twisted into the most… surprisingly, adorable expression Roderich had ever seen from him.
"E-Enough…" Gilbert was panting, breathing huskily with the pleasure and feel of Roderich's tongue against him, his h. "That's… enough."
Roderich withdrew, and he was lifted up onto the piano bench, where Gilbert lay him down on his chest and spread his legs so that each fell on either side of the bench, where they dangled exhaustedly, too weak to move.
"P-Prussia… What…are you…?" Roderich felt tired, drained of energy, but he still summoned up the curiosity to ask Gilbert as the taller man positioned himself—to do what, Roderich wasn't sure.
"Don't speak. And relax yourself, Specs. It'll hurt more if you don't." Gilbert had been wondering whether to prepare the brunette or not, and then decided that it wasn't necessary. He wanted to see Roderich's face contorted in pain, anyways, before he came, crying his name—
Roderich was wondering what on earth the other man was talking about when suddenly—"Pr-Prussia!" What are you doing?!" He felt the head of Gilbert's cock against his entrance, and instantly his mind was able to comprehend what was going on—what had been goin on—and for the first time he felt the tremour of shock running through his body.
"I'm going to make you scream in pleasure," the albino murmured against his ear. And then Gilbert had pressed into him, pushing deep into Roderich's entrance as the brunette's lips parted to let loose a high shout of sheer pain.
"A-Aah!" His back arched with the awful, burning feeling of it, the heat against his back and legs, the sun scorching his skin—"Ah! Prussia… Preußen!" The first traces of tears came to the corner of his eyes, and he shut them desperately, wanting to feel empty and calm and peaceful without this horrible intrusion in his body.
"Shh, shh…" A calloused hand reached up to wipe the small tear that had begun to drip singly down Roderich's cheek. "Don't cry. It always h-hurts at first…" Gilbert grunted at the uncomfortable tightness of Roderich's virgin body, shifting deeper in, slightly, to try to give himself some room...
"O-Oh!" Roderich's eyes went wide, suddenly, and he lowered his head, propping up his elbows on the piano bench to try to hold himself up as a shot of pleasure rocketed through his slender body. "Pr-Prussia!"
"Heh… found it, didn't I?" Gilbert moved slightly against that same spot, and Roderich let out another yell of ecstasy. "That there, Österreich," he said, fancying the use of Austria's name in German, "is your prostate."
Roderich let out a small stream of mild cursing, and as Prussia pushed deeper into him, against that spot that caused him to moan excitedly, making the room spin as pleasure rushed through his needy body, he muttered: "Damn… damn, damn, damn!"
His legs moved up to wrap around the Prussian behind him, and Roderich found himself ramming into Prussia's body, moving with the latter's motions, and rocking himself to the sweet symphony of moans and cries that echoed through the empty room.
"Pru-Prussia! Unh… i-it… it… feel so good… Ah!" Roderich's breath became shorter, his words moaned rather than spoken, and Prussia found himself nearing the edge as he listened to that beautiful, soft voice speaking his name. He reached around and under the Austrian to stroke him as he continued thrusting in and out of Roderich, inducing sweet and pleasured whimpers from his lover.
Before he knew it, Roderich had let out a last long, piercing cr y before coming into Gilbert's hand, his elbows slipping out from under him as he fell, his chest against the bench, panting in exhaustion and a fading excitement. Gilbert took that as his cue—he'd been waiting far too long…
"Austria… I… I'm going to…" He had barely finished his sentence, but he knew that the other understood. And with a grunt and a loud groan of pleasure, he had come inside of Roderich's tight, warm hole.
They lay there for the longest time, for minutes, perhaps half an hour, with Gilbert still inside Roderich, hot and sticky atop the black, leather piano bench. The smaller man hadn't moved, and the only sound Gilbert could hear from him was the soft, rhythmic breaths that came from his lips, slow and beautiful. Even without an instrument, Roderich, to him, could still make beautiful music. Every noise that came from the brunette was music to his ears—his nagging shouts, his pouts of irritation, and just a while ago, the low pants and moans that sinfully tumbled from his mouth as the Prussian had forced himself inside him.
Wait. Gilbert tensed up slightly, suddenly, as the word wafted innocently into his mind. Forcefully… forcefully… Oh, God no.
And Gilbert realized: Gottverdammte… I just raped Austria. His jaw hung slack from the shock of it, the unexpected revelation. I just raped him, goddamnit!
The man that he secretly loved. The one with whom, in his fantasies, he held a forbidden love for, the one whom he cried to in his sleep as he silently, noiselessly satisfied his libido for with his own hands.
He'd just raped Roderich Edelstein.
"… Pr-Prussia?" Crimson eyes snapped to attention as he gazed down momentarily at Roderich before he quickly glanced away, wanting to avoid any form of eye contact. "Prussia…"
Gilbert inhaled deeply, searching for the words to explain what he had done and unable to find any suitable, sorrowful explanations that would suffice to express his apologies. Fuck, apologies weren't even enough to cut it. What was he going to…?
"I'm sorry." The words fell quietly from his lips, those sinful lips that had kissed up and down Roderich's pale body with hardly a hint of shame, and now he was to pay for that guiltless fun he'd had with the Austrian.
Gilbert got up and picked up his clothing, dressing himself as quickly and messily as possible. Roderich rose to a sitting position on the piano bench, watching in confusion as Gilbert tried desperately to smooth back his hair to hide the fact that he'd recently raped a fellow nation.
"… Prussia?" He couldn't help but grow nervous. Was… was the Prussian going to leave him? "What… Where are you going?"
"I… I'm s-sorry, Austria. I…" He stood, his back to Roderich, gulping as he searched for the words. Still couldn't find any.
"Sorry… sorry for what?"
There was nothing for it. He'd have to explain, as quickly as he could. Cut straight to the point—no denying it for any length of time.
"I raped you."
He spoke choppily, stuttering, as his face heated up unbearably—and then the tears began to fall. God no. I can't… can't cry. I… I'd look so weak… damn it… But what can I do? I raped him. I deserve every bit of it. Everything that he has to throw at me... I'll have to take it.
He waited. Waited for Austria to throw something heavy at him, to have the brunette split his skull with the vase on the nearby table, for anything. He waited for the hurt and pained screams that would surely follow, that had to come. For anything. Why the hell did Roderich have to be so quiet about this? Was he that shocked? Disgusted? Surely…
"… It's not rape."
That was not what he expected. "What the hell, Austria!" He felt a flame of anger flare up in his chest, something that came involuntarily, unexpectedly. He had just sexually abused and raped this beautiful, this wonderful man—what the fuck about was not rape?
"What is that supposed to mean?! It was rape! You protested it! I ignored you, like th—like the moron that I am! What the fuck are you talking about—'it's not rape'?! Of course it i—!"
He was cut off by the feeling of a pair of soft lips on him, and without realizing it, he'd blushed lightly, his pale skin lightly tinged with pink, as Austria murmured into his ear: "… It's not rape if I liked it."
"You… You liked it?" Instinctively, Gilbert's hands had crept to Austria's waist, and he nearly withdrew when he realized it, but somehow… somehow he couldn't tear away from Roderich. "What… You hate me though. That's what you're trying to say, right? You liked it, but you hate me."
"No… no, Prussia. That's not it. That's not it at all. Moron." Austria bit his lower lips slightly, trying to find some few words that would express what he felt now… this burning passion inside him, tearing at his insides like a fire, like this heat wave that had struck him—that had led to all this.
"Ich liebe dich, Prussia.."
"… You do? You really do?" The albino's right hand went to cup his chin, tipping it up so that Roderich would look at him. "You're… not lying?"
Roderich scoffed. "Idiot. Why would I lie about something like that? I mean it: I love you, Prussia."
He nearly winced when Prussia buried his face into his shoulder, murmuring, "Thank God, Austria. I thought you seriously…"
"Seriously what?" Austria moved away a bit, a concerned expression on his usually irritated face, but now… now, those enchanting amethyst eyes looked upon him with every hint of passion, of love. He couldn't be lying.
"Never mind about that." Prussia grinned and pulled the brunette into a tight embrace. "It's just that… I've been waiting a long time for this…"
"… Really?" Roderich pressed his cheek against the muscled, toned chest of the albino, now masked by his half-buttoned shirt, feeling somewhat confused, but he still indescribably joyful inside. Something that could only be expressed by music… and those three, wonderful words…
"I love you, Prussia." He held the silverette's body against him, not wanting him to pull away, to leave. If only this moment could last forever, and he could compose hundreds and thousands of beautiful songs just to describe this touch, this magical feeling… "I love you so much."
"… Ich liebe dich auch, meine Blume..." Prussia paused, a smile lighting upon his face, before snuggling closer to Austria's unclothed body, his lips touching the brunette's gently. "Just one more thing."
"… what is it?"
"Call me Gilbert."
"Fine… And call me Roderich… moron."
Roderich surely had not changed into the least, grinned Gilbert as his lover wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in for another passionate kiss.
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