Hey guys! Alise here.
So this is going to be a multichaptered lime fic, and until the third to last chapter it will have smut. Just a warning.
I've posted this on tumblr, and have at least two more chapters.
Determminnndddd to finish this oneeee...
America really wants to have sex with England. That's as much as he knows.
Problem is, he has never had sex and has no experience in the entire "fucking until you can't see" thing. And that's why he's here, on the blonde's porch-step.
Germany should know his way around sex, being a whole entire closet pervert. America was pretty sure the man wouldn't mind teaching the american a couple of moves and hell maybe even take his virginity.
He didn't want to go into a sexual relationship with England unless he knew what he was doing. England was older and would know how unpracticed he is just by touching him. America knew this because last time England was touching him (the man was piss drunk) he stuck his hand in his pants and America literally came right then and there.
Maybe it was because he was also drunk, but he just... didn't think it would be a good chance to take.
So here he was. On Germany's door step. Ready to fuck the blond.
Except the blond didn't answer.
Instead, Prussia opened the door, naked and half asleep. His hair pressed to the side and glowing purple eyes hidden behind side swept hair.
America squealed, covered his eyes and turned bright red. He gasped and muttered things to the prussian, who only yawned and leaned on the door.
"The hell do you want, kid?"
"Where's... Ludwig?" He turned red, and looked at Prussia face, not looking down at the soft white skin and muscled chest. No... he wasn't getting turned on by the perfect skin. Nope nope,
Yes.
"Ah... he's not here for another couple of weeks. He's in Mexico for some business with that pretty cousin of yours." Prussia rubbed his eyes and beckoned the teen in, who cautiously walked in, trying to hide his obvious attraction.
Okay, he really needed help. Someone as old as him should not be turned on so easily. He really needed some training in this whole sex thing.
He sighed and looked at Prussia who finally put on some pants. That relaxed him a little, until he saw that there where two other people on the sofa.
Naked.
America groaned as Prussia walked up to them and kicked them awake.
'"Spain. France. Wake up assholes, time for breakfast."
America scrunched his eyebrows as the man looked at the clock.
"Bro... it's three o'clock in the afternoon." America chuckled and sat down on the sofa, when Prussia made a tsking sound.
"I don't think you should sit there. France has a long range when he orgasms."
America got up quickly and just decided to stand.
France moaned, sitting up and walking around. America tried not to stare at the soft blond hair that covered his chest and the tuft that followed his stomach.
No wonder England liked to have one night stands with him. He did have an amazing body.
Spain yawned, and strutted into the room (America didn't think he meant to strut, maybe it was the way he walked) and rubbed his eyes, giving the american a warm smile.
"Hola. How's it going." He stretched and popped his back, his muscles moving here and there. His tan skin glowing nicely underneath the light.
America couldn't stop staring at the man's perfect body, and he only stuttered a reply that sounded like he was chocking/dying/drowning.
Spain chuckled and brushed his hair, walking up to Prussia who was still looking like he was half awake. Except, he was pretty much making a shit load of food without even trying.
France had a mug of coffee, sipping and sighing in delight.
"Cuba has the best coffee."
Spain grabbed another mug and moaned in agreement.
America only sat awkwardly, as the men were still butt naked. And none of them cared.
"Why are you naked...?"
Prussia opened his eyes, staring at the young male, and rolled his eyes.
"Dude. Ever heard of an orgy?"
America blushed red and all three of the males stared in wonder at his glowing face.
"Awww he's blushing like a little tomate~"
France laughed lightly and Prussia only stared at the young man. He didn't say anything, only placing the food in the plates and then offering some to the american.
Who... was a little busy flushing and stuttering to say anything but yes.
"Francis, what are you doing later?"
"Just finish my paper work. Not much left. Then probably do some wine tasting in Paris. What about you, Antonio?"
America was a little surprised to hear the real names come out of their lips so easily. It was weird for the nations to call themselves by their names. It wasn't something unusual to use them, but it was still kinda awkward.
But here where these three guys who could just slip their names out like that with no hesitance. At all.
Gilbert smiled at him, and America's gut turned warm slightly.
What the heck was that feeling? He shook his head, and took the fork and bit into the food, his eyes widening at the delicious taste on his mouth. He tried his hardest not to make a sound of happiness, but the resistance his body made to not do it, made a small moan slip through his lips.
The three men in the room stared at him as he shoved the food down his throat, making little squeaking noises at the amazing food in his mouth.
France tried not to laugh, Spain was full on grinning and Prussia was bright red.
Spain turned to the albino, and grinned cheekily.
"Seems like our little albino has something he needs to tell us~" Spain spoke to the man in Spanish, knowing the american wasn't very good at deciphering his heavy accent.
"Don't you remember the little crush you had on the little boy? When was it... a little after the revolution..." France joined in, speaking the French fast and thick, as he remembered the young man in the room could speak every language in the world, just not perfectly.
"Look, that was a while ago, and now that he's getting at England, i can't do that to him. Okay?" Prussia angrily spit at them in his old german, making them huff and look away.
America only stared at them, trying to decipher the fast and old versions of the languages that they were using. Come to think of it, he needed to brush up on his language skills.
He then began to think about the problem he had.
Maybe Germany wasn't that great of a person to take his virginity. He might be a little rough, and knowing how awkward that man is he would not be able to look him in the face for days. Or years.
No... he couldn't have that. His country was a little too dependent of the help of Germany.
He could ask France, but he had a feeling he'd laugh at his short orgasms, and probably would end up unsatisfied.
Spain... he was sweet and all, but America still had the same thing with the entire... attached thing. Romano had told him that after him and Spain broke up, he was really touchy and just clingy.
Ah... he couldn't have that. At all.
So it was Prussia who he was leaning on right now...
Come to think about it, the man wasn't a nation anymore so the relations wouldn't matter. And even though Prussia was the german equivalent of France, he was a little more discrete and easier to talk to. Him and Prussia had had Black ops battles and sometimes he'd ask Prussia to come over and ride horses. He was pretty good with it too.
So it was settled.
He'd have to ask him after Spain and France had gone.
"Hey, Alfred." Prussia yawned and tapped his shoulder
America winced slightly at the use of his real name (mostly because it was really sexy how the man murmured his name, being still half asleep) and looked up at him.
"Yes?"
"You can stay here at my house for a couple of days. And anyway, it's boring without Germany here to bitch and scream at me. We could play video games or something."
Prussia smiled at him, making the young man turn bright red and smile back.
"That'd be awesome!"
France and Spain both looked at each other, then coughed lightly.
"I think me and Antonio will stay for another twenty minutes. We need to finish some paperwork. We'll call you after a couple of days." France smiled at them, and Prussia mouthed a thank you to both of them.
America was surprised that they left earlier, only eating and getting their clothes, waving good by as the Spanish man slipped into his Fiat and drove off.
Prussia buttoned his shirt lightly, letting America see that he had a dust of hair crossing his chest. Scars littered almost every part of his body, and America knew that if they got intimate, he'd know every story behind them.
It's funny how countries bodies worked.
"So kid, do you have any clothes, or do we need to go to your hotel or something?"
America looked up at him, and smiled lightly.
"Sure. You wanna come with me?"
Prussia blinked at him, and shook his head.
"Got to get some shit at the store anyway. Come on, lets go in my mustang."
America blinked and turned to the man as he slipped on his neon blue shoes (he liked colorful things for some reason) and fixed his white shirt and skinny jeans.
America suddenly noticed the dark blue mustang in the drive way and scrunched his eyebrows. He swore that was Germany's.
"Isn't that Germany's car?"
Prussia turned over his shoulder and glared at him.
"Nope. Bought it myself with my own money. Dude I work."
Well. He didn't know that.
"Where do you work?"
Prussia slid into the car seat and America buckled himself in, crossing his legs and propping his hand in his cheek. He stared at the albino as he placed his aviators on and pulled out of the drive way, carefully maneuvering the car around the bend.
"I work for and Internet site. It's pretty cool, and I only have to work four days a week. And, I only need to re check my partners math. It's pretty easy."
America was intrigued by this. He thought the man didn't work and just lazed around. Huh.
"I thought you didn't work."
"Not until a couple of years ago. I needed some cash for a car-"
He tapped his dashboard as the paused at a stoplight, then he continued to talk-
"-and someone sent me an email talking about some cash for good mathematicians. I signed up and whoosh. I got a job."
America was really surprised now.
"You're a mathematician?!" America turned to him and was surprised to the see man chuckle.
"Ja. Since I was a kid I was good with numbers. Just never really used it in my advantage."
America was stunned. It had been a while since he'd spoke to the man. Maybe he had changed a lot during the years. Mostly the nations don't change, but Prussia wasn't a nation anymore. He was still immortal, yes but the fact that he was more human now mean that things where different than usual.
He scratched his chin and the Prussian looked at him.
"So what have you been up to?" He stopped the car and got out, leaning on the door as the american slipped out also.
"Nothing much. Just catching up on work and talking to Barack every once in a while."
"And England?"
America stared at him as they walked into the store, trying to figure out what to say.
He blushed red, as the man knew that America was trying to get with the Briton. He wasn't going to come out and tell him that he wanted to know sex so he'd surprise him with his skills in the bed. But.. they weren't even together... So he was having some weird mixed feelings of this.
"Ah... not so well with him."
Prussia pushed his aviators back, and his hair turned a lot like Ludwig's. America suddenly noticed that they were in deed brothers, and the sharp glaring eyes and fine features didn't only belong to the blond man.
The albino then noticed a lot of women were starting to stare and fawn over the american. He knew very well why.
Bright sky blue eyes, sharp features, slightly brown blond hair and a perfect body were something that would attract him to. And it did.
This American here was the reason for his last three years of quickened heart rates and midnight wet dreams. Sure, he'd liked him before but this was just getting out of hand.
He sighed and walked down the aisle, noticing the teen trailed behind him like a little puppy.
"What do you mean it hasn't been well with you and him?"
America pressed his finger on his lip (his nice and plump pink lip, mind you) and tried to think of words to explain his situation.
"Well... he's been very separate from me, and I've been trying to ask him on a date."
Some women paused and groaned at the fact that he was gay, and Gilbert tried hard not to chuckle.
"But... he kinda ignores me.. and i... really want to talk to him and... i just really like him..."
Prussia stared at his objects as the things passed, groaning inwardly.
He honestly felt that the male's feelings were totally one sided. That whatever he felt was not going to be put back, and that England was probably not feeling the same thing as the american did.
Prussia was slightly angry. That he felt everything for him and he wanted him and... he was stuck on this side.
"Gilbert?"
Prussia shuddered with the way the young man whispered his name.
"Gil. you need to pay the nice lady."
A young woman pressed her hand to her lips, trying to sustain a laugh as the albino fumbled with his wallet and blushed darkly.
"Ahhhh I'm sorry just... distracted."
America stared, and then laughed at him.
"you're a fucking dork, bro!"
Gilbert glared half heartedly at the man, huffing and then grabbing the bags.
"Come on, brat. Let's go get your stuff."
America made a face of mock hurt and pressed his hand to his head anf clutched his chest.
"Ah! Gilbert! You wound my ego!"
Prussia stared at the man as he swayed and made dying noises, making the rest of the people laugh at his antics.
America was suddenly aware of the people, and was worried as the Prussian man crossed his arms.
Usually when England saw the american's antics, he'd scold him and smack his arm.
Instead-
"Oh, yeah. Like i can wound you're ego. You have it bigger than that ass of yours."
-He threw the joke back at him.
America turned red and strutted.
"Just jealous that mines more fabulous than yours."
He wiggled his butt and the people in the room weren't breathing anymore. Gilbert was turning red, trying to keep from laughing but as America turned over his shoulder, and flicked his hair he burst out laughing.
"Dude, I seriously need to hang out more with you. You make everything more fun."
America smiled at him as the walked out of the market, skipping slightly.
"You're a child." Prussia smiled and rolled his eyes at him, unlocking the door to the car.
"You're a narcissistic douche~" America sing songed and slid into the car, leaving Prussia to chuckle in amusement.
They sat in a comfortable silence, listening to some German rock band on Prussia's I Pod, when they parked into a small motel. America unbuckled his seat belt and got out, taking out his motel key and humming the tune of the song as he went to open the door.
Prussia couldn't help but stare at the nice curve the man's butt made in those jeans, wishing he knew how soft the man felt underneath him.
And how his face was soft and perfect and his eyes were bright and how soft his hair looked.
And how good his skin would feel against hi-
"Done!"
America smiled at the albino, sitting down and staring at him as he freaked out at the intrusion in his fantasy.
"You turned in the key?"
"Yes."
"Brought your clothes?"
"Yes."
"Got your computer, DS and phone charger."
"Yes, yes, and yes. Can we go?" America said quietly, rolling his eyes. While he was in the hotel, he was trying to figure out how to tell the prussian that he wanted him to have... well... sex with him.
Maybe he should just straight out ask him. But that'd be awkward...
He should think about it today, and ask him only had asked for vacation from his boss for a week, and he could take the entire week to learn how to do things.
Yeah... that sounds appropriate.
Prussia breathed out of his nose, trying to calm his nerves. He had thought too much about the american and was now sure that his pants were a little... tight.
God damn it. The fucking reason he was like this was him, and he was gonna stay with him for another five days.
Fuck... this wasn't going to end well...
"So, the guest room is pretty small, but since we're probably only gonna play video games, you're just gonna use it for sleeping. The beds super comfortable too."
Prussia smiled at the kid as he jumped onto the bed and rolled on the sheets, smiling and laughing.
"Thanks bro. At least I have a place to crash."
Prussia raised an eyebrow, and then sighed.
"Hey, you want some creme soda?"
America burst up and then bounced on the matress.
"Oh my lord in heaven above I freaking love creme soda you should like totally get that shit right now I love it so freaking much oh my goooodddd." Prussia's eyes widened as the young man said that entire sentence in one really short breathe.
He chuckled and walked to the kitchen, followed by a really jumpy and happy american.
He poured some soda and pulled some bags of chips, when he paused.
"What do you wanna do for the rest of the night? We actually don't have plans to do anything.."
America sipped on his foamy drink and then pursued his lips in thought.
He wasn't sure. His plans were to have Prussia fuck him senseless, but that was until tomorrow.
"Well... I do have some horror movies. Ever watched "La Llorona?"
Prussia smiled at him, and pulled out a bag of uncooked popcorn, pushing it into the microwave.
"Oh heck yes."
Fits of screaming (mostly on America's part) and wetting their pants (Hey, Prussia was terrified of that lady's screaming) both America and Prussia sat in the kitchen, lazily throwing popcorn into their mouths.
It was three a.m. and they had watched all of the movies in the bag, and had played games until they bored themselves.
"Do you wanna just sleep?"
America looked up from his bowl and yawned.
"Yeah sure man..."
Prussia threw the bowl into the sink and licked his fingers, his tongue darting and licking his thin knuckles, sucking the white skin.
America shuddered and moved out of the room as fast as possible, trying to calm his suddenly high hormones.
"Ah... America... What do you wanna do tomorrow?"
America paused at the top of the stairs, and then turned over his shoulder. Prussia was pulling off his shirt and America swallowed thickly.
Maybe what he was planning was wrong. Maybe he should just tell England that he wanted to date him, and that sex would be a slight problem with him.
But he was the hero! He should know how to do this, and the only person that he could think of was Prussia... And.. to be honest... He was pretty sure he was the only person he trusted as much as England.
"Ah... i'll tell you tomorrow what i want to do. Right now i'm too tired..."
Prussia raised his eyebrow, but shrugged.
"Sure kid."
"Goodnight Prussia."
"Call me Gilbert."'
America turned red and then looked at him. Prussia smiled lightly, as he gave him permission to use his real name.
"Um... goodnight Gilbert."
America didn't notice the look on Prussia's face as he whispered his name.
Prussia groaned.
He didn't want to take a cold shower...
England slowly kissed the american's neck, pinching his nipple and thrust into the man's backside, making him moan loudly as his throbbing member ached. He was shivering as the briton touched his back, slowly trailing his fingers to the dip in his hips and circulating his fingers there, making him mewl softly.
"Ar-Arthur~"
"Alfred..."
America moaned and then opened his eyes, instead of the bright emeralds he was used too, purple like eyes stared at him.
"P-Prussia!?"
He pressed a finger to his lips and then kissed the young man on the temple, smiling.
"I'll teach you... don't worry..."
America's eyes closed and he felt his heart flutter lightly at the soft touches and the rough voice in his ear.
He wanted him. He wanted him so bad.
"Ar... Gilbert..."
The man sighed in his ear and touched his thighs, softly and slowly and just... amazing.
Why was he suddenly craving this man's touch? Wasn't he trying to get with England? Wasn't he trying to be with England?
Not with the man that had red dots in pools of purple iris's, and the sharp teeth that can be taken for an animals. Not the man with the pierced tongue and the sharp nose, and the perfect face...
What's this feeling in his chest...
His blue eyes disappear into his head as the man sucks on his hard pert bud, twirling his tongue around and his fingers touch his skin. Swirling his nails around his hips and pinching lightly at his skin.
"Mmngh~"
His eyes open and Prussia stared up at him from his chest, his eyes boring into his. The albino pulled away, and blew a stream of hot air onto his nippled, making the man whimper.
"You like this Alfred?"
"mnng, yes..."
Alfred moans and sticks his fingers into his hair, pressing him to his chest and wanting him to touch him more.
"Please Gil...more..."
Prussia snickered, and then pressed his lips to the man's ear.
"You don't want me though... you want England..."
"Gah!" America snapped up, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. He breathed quickly and tried to calm himself when he noticed that he was hard.
Jesus Christ, no.
He sighed and walked to the bathroom, stripping and opening the cold water.
But as he tried to wash away the attraction, his skin was still feverish in the lust his dream left him in.
He felt confused and just...
Wasn't he going after England? Wasn't he here for England?
No...no no no...
This.. hurt his head.
And...
As he looked down at his jeans, he blinked.
And it was hurting his dick.
Fuck.
Prussia hummed as he cooked quietly, dipping some ingredients into the eggs to make them tastier and nicer on your tongue. He smiled lightly and pressed the coffee maker on, leaving it whirring to life.
America walked down the stairs and stared at the albino as he cooked and smiled at the day. He smiled and then felt something ache in his chest.
Something was wrong...
"Oh. Morning Alfred."
"Good morning Gilbert."
Both of them blushed at the use of the names, but they ignored it, sitting down to eat the food the man made.
America had the whole thing planned. He was gonna straight out tell Prussia that he needed some teaching. That's all... And go back to England, and just get over his fast heart rate as the Teuton accidently brushed his arm.
He'd be okay...
Right...
He pushed his food around on the plate, nervous and eager and ... there were too many emotions for him to do anything...
"Alfred... is something the matter with the food?"
America was suddenly startled and he stared at the albino. Prussia smiled at him, and cocked his head.
"Ah...i want to tell you something..."
Prussia scrunched his eyebrows and wiped his mouth, threading his fingers together.
"Well?"
America froze. Oh, shit. He didn't think he'd have to tell him this soon in the mor... well it was actually 2 o'clock. He hadn't readied himself like this.
"Well... I... uh... mm... eh..."
America was bright red and trying to figure out how to tell the man.
"Out with it, adler."
America looked up and readied himself.
"I... well... i've never had sex. And i want to be... an.. i guess "expert" at the entire pleasure thing..."
Prussia was slightly surprised at that, but he shook his head.
"And how do I come in this...?"
America stilled and then stared at him.
"I need you to have sex with me."
Prussia spit out his orange juice, his eyes wide
"W-WHAT?"
America winced slightly at the mans shout and he shook his head.
"Look, i've never had sex and with England i want to be perfect and i really need someone to teach me. I would've asked France, but he's a pervert and would probably make fun of me."
America looked down and then fiddled his fingers, burning red.
Prussia was bright red, covering his mouth and staring with wide eyes at the young man.
He couldn't believe it. The fact that America was asking this of him... this..
Prussia couldn't help but feel a little... insulted. Out of all the ways and things America could be asking of him, he decides that this is the way to ask for sex?
For the love of god, he was a virgin, but not a moron!
He got up and walked to the living room, leaving America to stare at his food, ashamed.
But... America really wanted England. And... what if they never happened? Him and America would never happen, and even though he wants the man so bad...
He doesn't stand a chance with the honey blond. The american would never have eyes for him, and he would never have another chance like this. Why was he even asking himself... He would never be able to touch him any other way, even if Alfred was only using him for England...
Maybe he should take this chance..
"Look, dude... i'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that. Maybe I should've asked Spain or something-"
Prussia turned to him, and stared at the young man. There was no way in hell he'd let Spain touch his little bird.
"I'll do it..."
America looked up, startled out of his shame.
"Wh-what?! You will!?"
Prussia slowly shook his head and America tackled him into a hug. He couldn't tell the man how glad he was that the man would do this for him. He really wanted to be perfect for England, and this was just amazing.
"Thank you! I thought you'd say no and call me a pervert!"
Prussia blushed as the american rubbed against him. He smiled lightly, as he knew that the dreams and wants he had would come true. And maybe after this, he'd lose those weird feeling he had for the american. He knew he was lying to himself, but he could at least try.
But he had to put something up. He needed a barrier that he could make so neither of them would be hurt.
He pushed the american back, and then stuck out three fingers, staring into blue eyes.
"Three conditions though."
America shook his head fiercely and his eyes sparkled. He was glad that Prussia didn't reject him, and that he could do this with him. He really didn't think Spain would understand him as well as the albino.
"One: You have yo listen to every word i say. No exceptions."
"Got it."
"Two: We never speak about this after it happens. We'll still be friends and all, but this is a matter that while never leave our lips. Okay?"
America shook his head. He was surprised that Prussia had such courtesy but that was for some other day...
"And three..."
Prussia paused and stared at the young man, careful not to let his emotions show. He breathed and the american blinked and cocked his head in question.
"Number three... you can't develop feelings for me."
America stiffened and stared at the man. They were silent for a couple of seconds, when Prussia spoke quietly-
"Understood?"
America shook his head slowly, and then looked at his feet.
Was Prussia realizing what he just said...?
"Understood."
"Good... and I hope I don't hurt you..." Prussia pressed his hand on the America's cheek and smiled lightly.
America grinned back and then held the albino's arms.
"I don't think you will! Out of everyone else in the world, I think I trust you the most!"
Prussia inwardly winced.
The third rule was already broken on his behalf.
And to think, he thought America was the one that was gonna come out hurt during this event.
He'd be lying to himself if he said that he didn't want Alfred to break the third condition.
But...
He'd rather lie to himself.
Because this was as close as he was gonna get to having some sort of fucked up relationship with the kid. It didn't matter...
He'd take what he could get.
America then stared at the man, his face confused and slightly eager.
"So... where do we start?.."
Prussia stared at him, and then thought for about a minute.
"How about the basics...?"
America blinked and Prussia sighed.
"Ever heard of giving someone a blowjob?"
Right now, the only problem he had that this was... kinda weird.
That America was in love (or deep infatuation, who the hell knows now in these days) with England. That he was the one that was invading his dreams instead of the albino. That all these pent up feelings were for the green eyed gentleman who had a tongue of a wasp and the skin of marble.
But those thoughts weren't something good to think about. Especially as the blood rushed to his dick, not his head.
Instead, he concentrated on the fact that Alfred was a moaning mess in front of him, making light squeaking noises as Prussia licked and sucked his neck.
"Ha-ah~ Gilbert..." The american dug his nails into Prussia's shirt and bit his lip.
"Don't hold back the noises. It's sexier if you don't." Prussia bit down on his neck and tugged at the skin. His fingers trailed up and down his hips, loving the feel of the soft skin.
America didn't hold back, letting out a loud cry as Prussia bit into his soft, tan flesh. His fingers tracing his back and spine.
Too much... he was starting to feel his penis twitching, and he knew he was going to come.
"Gilbert, no stop.. I'm gonna..."
Prussia pulled away staring down at the man as he whimpered and looked away in shame.
The albino raised an eyebrow, and then stared at him.
"Wow... you really are a virgin... huh?"
America slowly shook his head, noticing that his pants already had a small wet spot from his pre-cum.
"Y-y-es..." he murmured and flushed darkly as the albino gave him a small smile. He pulled off his shirt, and threw it on the ground, kicking off his slippers and then stared at America, who was still in an embarrassed state.
"Don't worry. For now, i'll only teach you not to cum so fast. You're staying for a couple of days, right?"
America shook his head slowly and stared at Prussia as he unbuttoned Alfred's shirt, careful not to brush his fingers on his skin.
"So... today... i'll teach you to do things to the other person. You know, blow jobs, hand job, licking, sucking. Stuff like that..."
America flushed darker and darker at the words, but shook his head in agreement.
"Okay..."
Prussia unbuttoned his pants and sat down. America bit his lip and pressed his hands on his thighs, and stared at the bulge in his jeans.
"Alfred..."
His eyes looked up at Gilbert, who leaned down, and pressed his lips gently to his.
America tensed, and the albino slid his fingers into his hair, rubbing his head and pressing his fingers into the back of his head.
"Calm down... it's okay... i'll guide you through it..."
He whispered calmly and America relaxed, breathing lightly.
"Mm... start with unzipping my pants."
Prussia stared down at him, and suddenly the memories of the teuton teaching him how to fix a musket and punch with both arms. Of how he felt when he first shot the perfect shot and Prussia smiled at him. At the little butterflies of satisfying someone.
He obliged and pulled down the man's zipper, gulping down a glob of saliva that suddenly lodged in his throat. He expected the man to be of a small size (you know, maybe the narcissism made up for something) but as he pushed the blue boxers down and suddenly the man's pride and joy sprung up.
America gasped and the turned bright red as the man's long and hard length stood before him.
Prussia was in no way embarrassed. Instead, he stared at the young man, who was trying not to gawk at his size.
"What?"
"Are... why.. i... Uh..?"
"You don't know how to suck, huh?"
America shook his head, and stared at the fine dust of light blond hair that covered the base of his erection and tried not to think about how that... thing was going to be inside him no sooner than later.
"Uh... You know when you're eating a thick cookie and cream shake and you have to suck the straw really hard to get the last parts out..?"
America shook his head lightly and looked up at him. His eyes showed confusion and trust and Prussia was just trying so hard not to push him down and ram him into the bed until he's screaming.
But the boy's face was just glowing trust and he just... couldn't bring himself to do that.
America stared at the head of his penis and sighed quietly. He opened his mouth, and hesitantly pressed his lips around the head. Prussia's immediate reaction was a loud moan and a hiss.
"Yes... guh.. like that..."
America winced slightly at the taste, but he what was slightly confusing him was the feel underneath his lips. There was a light pulse above his tongue and it twitched in his mouth.
"Now... use more tongue."
He rolled his tongue underneath a thick vein and hummed lightly when he felt the man shiver.
"Ha.. ung...okay... hnn.. suck..."
America closed his eyes, and slowly sucked, earning a loud moan and a thrust into his mouth. He gagged slightly, but sucked harder and wrapped his hands around the man's cock, trying to ignore the curses in german.
"Schiesse, Alfred du bist... ung"
America couldn't help but have a little pride go into his head as the prussian man moaned and groaned underneath him. He felt his hands twitch, and then he began to pump lightly, sucking and trying to keep in tune with his mouth.
It... wasn't really that bad. Just a little hurtful to his jaw, but he could deal.
Suddenly, there was more of a taste in his mouth and the man above him took in deep raspy breaths and he shivered.
"Alfred.. Alfred... pull... aw.. i .."
America pulled away slowly, a length of saliva and precum dripping off his lips. He look up, only to see Prussia make a really confusing face, and push him away.
He was suddenly nervous. He did everything the man told him and the noises he was making were good... right?
"Gilbert?"
The prussian man let out a sharp moan and then his shoulders shook. America was incredibly confused but the male turned around and breathed out lightly.
"Sorry...I just... didn't want to cum on you..."
America wiped his mouth ad sat cross legged, suddenly realizing that his own need was dripping and aching. He looked down and made a sound of surprise, only to have Prussia chuckle lightly at him.
"Want me to help you with that?"
America flushed darkly as the man bent down next to him organ and gave a long lick up his staff. He suddenly noticed that small tongue ring and he shivered.
"I don't... think i'll last long..."
"It's okay..."
Prussia smirked and used both of his hands to wrap them around the base of his member, making America mewl and bit down on his knuckle to shut himself up.
Engulfing him in his mouth, Prussia bobbed his head and twirled his tongue expertly, making the virgin shiver and shake as a hot liquid entered his back.
"Mmnnggh..."
America had tears in his eyes, when there was suddenly a bucket of hot tingling going down his back. He recognized that feeling, since sometimes when he'd masturbate it would happen before he-
"GAH, GILBERT!"
Prussia scrunched his eyes closed as the american pulled harshly on his hair and shot his seed into his mouth. The musky and thick taste of his cum filled the albino's mouth and he quickly swallowed.
America stared at him, breathing harshly and trying not to think about Prussia just did, when the man licked his lips and fingers, a small dripping of something white stuck to his tongue piercing and the roof of his mouth.
"Did you-"
Prussia silenced the kid with a brush of his lips on his, and America yelped lightly.
He... found that actually incredibly hot. Especially with the taste on his lips. Something... sweet...
America fell onto the bed and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to figure out what he just did.
Prussia stared down at him, and smiled.
"Tomorrow. How about we try touching and kissing?"
Alfred looked up at him, and sighed.
"Sounds like a plan."
What did ya think?
Too much? Too little?
owo reviews are welcomed uwu