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Aaaaand another piece dug up. This time, from a Cold War era time frame:
He couldn't breathe.
That was the one issue he had about this--okay, one of the many issues, but it was the one that had top priority at that point in time.
The Russian's mouth as firmly against his own, the hand at the back of his head near his neck pulling at the hair there to tilt his head back, keep him still, make him strain to lift himself onto the balls of his feet to keep it from getting too uncomfortable. It put him off-balance. He couldn't run, couldn't even back away. Instead, he clutched at the cloth under his hands, squeezed his eyes shut, and firmly reminded himself not to do anything stupid that would get him in a worse position.
But he couldn't breathe--and suddenly, something hot and wet was forcing its way past his defenses--
Sharp metallic, copper tang filled his mouth just before he was shoved--thrown--against a door.
The doorknob slamming home into his kidney made him cry out sharply in surprise. The sudden weight present against his chest, pinning him to the door, make him grunt as the air left him.
Then, he saw Russia's face and the blood...
Oh.
Shit.
East immediately tried to look away, but the Russian had already caught hold of his jaw and was holding it tight enough to hurt. East still tried to turn his eyes to the side, a thrill of terror running through him. He shuddered as Russia drew in a harsh breath.
"That hurt, East," was all he said.
Part of East wanted to immediately apologize, offer the cold nation a way to make it better, after all, he was one of Russia's best outside of the Union--
The other half wanted to laugh insanely and shout loud enough that West and that idiot America could hear, tell Russia that it was what he got. After all, he's fucking Prussia--
He said nothing, shook as the pain in his jaw and his back threatened to usurp his stability. He blinked suddenly blurred eyes and would have gritted his teeth as he realized that there were tears but instead let out a small sound of frustration.
Russia continued to watch him, study him.
East continued to keep his eyes turned away, heart pounding in time with the aches and pains while he panted and struggled to remind himself what a terrible idea that had been.
He licked his lips.
The taste of blood reminded him of all those battles against this sort of foe and the thrill of the fight, of surviving. His stomach turned at the reminders. His breath hitched at bit as Russia shifted his hold on his jaw, lowering it to his throat, placing just enough pressure on him to keep him from moving.
The thrill of terror hit the pit of East's gut... and then continued southwards.
Fuck, he could barely think coherently about how horrifying the idea of him being aroused by this was.
And then, Russia was laughing, heightening the sensations as East tensed, uncertain of what to expect.
"Is that it, East?" asked the Soviet innocently as he leaned forward to bite at his ear. "You should have said somethng~"
Despite how much he knew how he should bite his tongue and stay quiet, East's pride wouldn't allow him to stay silent. "K-knock it off," he said, bringing up his hands to grip and pull and pusha t the overcoat the Russian wore. "You surprised me. You don't do that--or that!"
His words ended in a yelp as he jumped and twitched while Russian went from bites to lapping at his neck just under his ear.
"East is very sensitive to these things," murmured Russia while the German bit back a sharp remark as the hand at his chest drifted lower. "How long has it been? You do not like to be handled so gently, is that right?"
He couldn't breathe.
That was the one issue he had about this--okay, one of the many issues, but it was the one that had top priority at that point in time.
The Russian's mouth as firmly against his own, the hand at the back of his head near his neck pulling at the hair there to tilt his head back, keep him still, make him strain to lift himself onto the balls of his feet to keep it from getting too uncomfortable. It put him off-balance. He couldn't run, couldn't even back away. Instead, he clutched at the cloth under his hands, squeezed his eyes shut, and firmly reminded himself not to do anything stupid that would get him in a worse position.
But he couldn't breathe--and suddenly, something hot and wet was forcing its way past his defenses--
Sharp metallic, copper tang filled his mouth just before he was shoved--thrown--against a door.
The doorknob slamming home into his kidney made him cry out sharply in surprise. The sudden weight present against his chest, pinning him to the door, make him grunt as the air left him.
Then, he saw Russia's face and the blood...
Oh.
Shit.
East immediately tried to look away, but the Russian had already caught hold of his jaw and was holding it tight enough to hurt. East still tried to turn his eyes to the side, a thrill of terror running through him. He shuddered as Russia drew in a harsh breath.
"That hurt, East," was all he said.
Part of East wanted to immediately apologize, offer the cold nation a way to make it better, after all, he was one of Russia's best outside of the Union--
The other half wanted to laugh insanely and shout loud enough that West and that idiot America could hear, tell Russia that it was what he got. After all, he's fucking Prussia--
He said nothing, shook as the pain in his jaw and his back threatened to usurp his stability. He blinked suddenly blurred eyes and would have gritted his teeth as he realized that there were tears but instead let out a small sound of frustration.
Russia continued to watch him, study him.
East continued to keep his eyes turned away, heart pounding in time with the aches and pains while he panted and struggled to remind himself what a terrible idea that had been.
He licked his lips.
The taste of blood reminded him of all those battles against this sort of foe and the thrill of the fight, of surviving. His stomach turned at the reminders. His breath hitched at bit as Russia shifted his hold on his jaw, lowering it to his throat, placing just enough pressure on him to keep him from moving.
The thrill of terror hit the pit of East's gut... and then continued southwards.
Fuck, he could barely think coherently about how horrifying the idea of him being aroused by this was.
And then, Russia was laughing, heightening the sensations as East tensed, uncertain of what to expect.
"Is that it, East?" asked the Soviet innocently as he leaned forward to bite at his ear. "You should have said somethng~"
Despite how much he knew how he should bite his tongue and stay quiet, East's pride wouldn't allow him to stay silent. "K-knock it off," he said, bringing up his hands to grip and pull and pusha t the overcoat the Russian wore. "You surprised me. You don't do that--or that!"
His words ended in a yelp as he jumped and twitched while Russian went from bites to lapping at his neck just under his ear.
"East is very sensitive to these things," murmured Russia while the German bit back a sharp remark as the hand at his chest drifted lower. "How long has it been? You do not like to be handled so gently, is that right?"