Event: Collars and Leashes | Low Aphro | Intro

May 11, 2011 21:35

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 ( Read more... )

pairing: m/*, series: axis powers hetalia

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Hullo~ diosorogloria May 12 2011, 01:55:28 UTC
The Spanish Empire didn't really know what to think of this new place he found himself in. It was gaudy, lascivious. A venerable bordello of sin. Spain didn't really mind it so much. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, though he would have to admit that so many naked bodies, lusty moans, and lewd intentions under one roof was indeed something else. Then there was that sweet scent in the air that probably did things to his mind and stirred his libido. The Spanish Empire smirked, what an awful place indeed. He had to find a way out.

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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diosorogloria May 12 2011, 08:30:24 UTC
The sound Prussia made made Spain close his eyes as if listening to music. He kept his eyes closed even as those rough hands touch his skin and leave faint marks. He leaned his head, brushing his nose tenderly along Prussia's, even as he answered those hands with blunt fingernails down along his dear friend's bare back.

"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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gewehrundblut May 12 2011, 08:43:02 UTC
A low hiss slides past his teeth, and he writhes under the scrape of nails on his own flesh. "Gott..." The roughness only stokes the flame of his arousal, making him press his hardness against Spain with a whimper that borders on plaintive, except he doesn't beg. Ever.

"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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diosorogloria May 12 2011, 08:56:23 UTC
Prussia forced the kiss, but Spain hardly yielded. He pressed back with equal roughness and better skill. He was not the Country of Passion for nothing. France may be the known seducer, but Spain could hold his own if he so wanted to. He smiled against the kiss as he pulled the other closer, practically on top of him. Hands lifted and found purchase in silver hair, massaging his scalp and tugging at the strands.

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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gewehrundblut May 13 2011, 02:30:06 UTC
He shifts as he's tugged, moving so he straddles Spain's lap, fingers tangling in the finery of his coat. For all France's lovely words and promises, he has to confess that what really does it for him is sheer, raw action; not that France can't deliver on that either, but it's times like this he truly appreciates that Spain is considered far more passionate.

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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diosorogloria May 13 2011, 02:43:19 UTC
Spain met that tongue with teeth, nipping it for its sudden intrusion and drawing a bit of blood. The coppery taste of blood flooded his senses and he groans at the taste. Prussia's blood is strong, tasty. He wouldn't mind a bit more of it. Maybe later.

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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gewehrundblut May 13 2011, 03:18:41 UTC
That yelp that Spain might have heard when their positions were reversed? Did not come from Prussia. He does not make unawesome noises like that. Neither did he hiss in pained pleasure when those teeth pierce his tongue.

"...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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diosorogloria May 13 2011, 03:36:42 UTC
Spain made no comment at the sound, though he did find it funny and that little smirk on his face showed how much.

"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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gewehrundblut May 13 2011, 04:21:15 UTC
"You couldn't." His eyes gleam with challenge. "So prove you're awesome enough to keep me, Spanien." With an arch of his back, he rocks his hips insistently up against Antonio's, gasping lowly in pleasure. "Unless you don't have the balls to."

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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diosorogloria May 13 2011, 04:31:33 UTC
That unflappable smile. It stayed on his face as he leaned again and with lightning-quick speed, trapped those insistent hips down against the bed with surprising strength and force. He was an Empire, practically the strongest in the world, it was sometimes forgotten that he was stronger than he looked.

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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gewehrundblut May 13 2011, 04:51:38 UTC
The sheer force of Spain's grip, coupled with how quickly he moved, catch Prussia entirely off guard, though the mad sort of grin on his face is testament to just how much he loves it. He can almost feel his bones straining under the strength holding him in place, which is just beautiful and perfect and God, why doesn't he push Spain like this more often? He does tend to forget, after all, that his usually sweet friend has this side to him.

"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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diosorogloria May 13 2011, 04:58:50 UTC
The kiss was like a storm, roaring, harsh, and violent. Spain felt Prussia squirm, but he fought him down, though at times he loosened his grip to only push him down again to restrain him harder. When his good friend struggled too much, he punished him with bites on his tongue, his lips, drawing blood every so often.

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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gewehrundblut May 13 2011, 05:07:47 UTC
Quiet cries escape every so often when Spain eases back, the sensations overwhelming to the point where Prussia cannot do anything except lend voice to his pleasure, movement being curtailed as it is. He tries tipping his head back, to escape the harsh kisses at least long enough to swallow the blood pooling in the back of his throat, his own blood from the sharp bites. Between that and Spain's mouth, he can't quite breathe properly, and coughs, choking on the fluid when it travels down the wrong part of his throat.

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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diosorogloria May 13 2011, 05:15:50 UTC
When Prussia started to cough, Spain drew away, licking the blood from his lips absently. Blood and that smile on his lips transformed Spain. He was still Spain, Prussia's friend, but was also something more and it became even clearer when he slaps him rather roughly across the face.

"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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gewehrundblut May 13 2011, 05:36:04 UTC
The strike to his face makes his entire body tense, muscles stiff and unmoving as he tries to find his breath again. Finally he blinks, wide-eyed, up at Spain, drawing a shaky breath in. "N-niemand."

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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diosorogloria May 13 2011, 05:43:22 UTC
When the hand didn't withdraw, green eyes narrowed then lifted to meet Prussia's gaze. Oh no, Spain was not happy with this.

"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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