He'd spent the better part of the time since he found himself in this strange place trying to find an exit. However, one can only search so long before they grow tired, and he has become entirely exhausted. There are far too many floors to search through, so he decides that, for the time being, he can find a room and take a short nap before
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It was through his wanderings that he found a room with a certainly familiar occupant. That fair hair was unmistakable, combined with skin that was just too pale. He only knew of one Nation to hold such attributes.
"Gilbert?" He called from the door as his eyes betrayed him and idly took in naked skin, lean muscles, and blue collar. Strange.
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"And why not? When I only speak the truth..." And it was. He also knew Prussia was uncomfortable with such displays of affection. He smiled, eyes opening half-lidded as he looked into red ruby eyes before leaning to nip equally hard on his lower lip.
And he whispered, velvety steel once more, "Don't tell me what I can and cannot do."
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"O-och ja? And just who's gonna make me stop? You and what army?" He all but growls out the words, forcing a kiss on Spain, delving into the other's mouth with his tongue. It's for the best they're on the bed, because he can't help but feel a bit weak with the force of his desire, like everything about him is just focusing on his pleasure and ignoring such things as retaining the ability to remain upright without support.
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Spain felt that hardness pressed against him and didn't hesitate to use it to his advantage. With a skilled swivel of his hips, he arched and ground against Prussia, groaning softly against their fused lips at the delicious friction. He seduced with lips, hands, hips, and passion.
What army, Prussia? Who needed an army when all he needed was himself?
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An almost keening moan builds in his throat at the pressure, the motion against him, hips instinctively pressing down into Spain, searching for more. A few nips at Spain's lips before he pushes closer, trying to force his tongue into the other's mouth, and not particularly caring when he cuts his lip on his own teeth. The blood makes it better, damnit.
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And it did get boring being down on his back after a while and so with a grip on Prussia's hair and a leg around his waist, he pushed turn them over.
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"...ha... 's'that th'best you can do, mein Herr...?" He's shoving now, at that coat, trying to get it off of Spain. Not that it's going to work in this position, but he'd really like the man to get the hint that this much clothing does not belong on him right now.
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"Of course not." He helped at slipping off the coat, followed by his shirt. He did so appreciate Gilbert's enthusiasm. He laughed when he was shirtless and again laid hands over Gilbert's bare skin, touching with a touch of heat and possessiveness. "How am I to keep you if that's the best I could do, cariño?"
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Oh, yes, he is trying to anger Spain, because he wants the full force of his passion, his rage; to feel wholly possessed. A tiny part of his mind is kind of yelling at him over it, but he could hardly care over his rising lust.
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He dug his nails down, almost making pale, bare skin bleed and bones break as he smiled, just a few inches close enough to take Prussia's insolent lips again. "Hmmm..."
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"Scheiße..." It hisses out, the word, the eszett practically being caressed by his lips as his eyes drop closed. Then his lips are being claimed once more, and he can't help but try and squirm up against the other Nation, despite that iron grip holding him fast.
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He can feel his own heart pounding in excitement as they dueled, his blood singing for more, more, more.
If Prussia wanted him to hurt him then he'll gladly oblige.
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Since his hands aren't being restrained, and trying to press against Spain is failing miserably, he reaches for his cock with one hand, desperate for any kind of touch. The other presses flat against Spain's chest, though it lacks the force necessary to truly move Spain away from him.
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"Who said you can touch yourself, Prusia?" His voice was low, cool, dangerous as he eyed that disrespectful hand and waited patiently, oh so patiently for it to withdraw.
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Though, after a long moment, where he can't help but fidget as much as that restraining grip will allow, he rather defiantly resumes stroking himself. It's not like Spain specifically said he couldn't, though the intent of his question and stare was quite obvious.
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"Am I to understand," He begun as he started to lean closer again, his grip on those hips tightening warningly. "that you'd rather do this by yourself? Is that what that" A quick flick of a finger over the angry red head of Prussia's arousal. "means?"
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