He didn't understand. This feeling that erupted inside of him whenever his Master did these things to him made no sense.
He would get called to his Master's playroom whenever Master was bored and would start taking his and his own clothes off. Before the commander could ask what the ordeal meant, chapped lips would smash against his own lips, effectively silencing him out. Their tongues would meet and his Master would always taste like bacon. Then, he'd moan out the name "Ness" for some reason.
He really didn't get it.
Master would touch him everywhere- every inch of skin of his slave would be marked red, and his toy would feel something heavy and sensational inside. He would never get used to the shocking touches from his Master that sent waves of electricity up his spine. Master would touch his little slave's lower parts and chuckle at how his tough, number one leader of his entire army would shiver and moan whenever he'd tease him like this. The commander would gasp and his face would look so erotic.
He never did fully understand emotions, he'd been trained to refrain from feeling them, but whenever his Highness would play with him that one certain feeling would come out on full display for him to toy with.
And his Master ramming his aged cock into him repeatedly until he would explode his seed and call out the name "Ness" over and over, stressing his love for said name, would make the commander cry and cum as well.
It was then that the masked man would be sent back to his headquarters, where he'd be left to wonder in confusion until he's assigned to his next mission.
((god this is so bad i havent written anything in 2 years since my hetalia phase and oh god was that a terrible year [cries] anyways i hope you guys enjoy this short, trashy fic of one of my gross ships :^) i cant believe the first thing i write after years is terrible clausporky- man i know this one sucks but this is the first thing ive written in years so yea sorry cuz there are lots of mistakes ;;))