Hey everyone! This story started out as a Sweden/Prussia smut fic(as lately I have been on a Swe/Pru kick), but transformed into a Sweden/Prussia/Austria polyamorous smut fic. My muse always has to have her Pru/Aus. Sexy threesomes ahoy! I, uhhh, also wrote a DP scene in this fic. *blush* This is also my first time writing Sweden, so I hope his character is okay. I wanted to show the softer side of him that is usually hidden behind the cold exterior. I truly believe that he is one of the kindest characters in the series, and I tried to show that. I hope it worked! I also decided not to write him with his S'w'dn sp'k, as I don't really like when people use it(it's not a good representation of the Swedish accent), and it's hard to read. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my newest story!
One more thing, I wish I could tag three characters in a story, but I can't so I'm tagging it as PruAus because I can. =p
Gilbert doesn't usually like to bottom, but in times like these, face-down in the pillow with a Swede behind him, the Prussian starts to wonder if he made the wrong decision.
When he's with Roderich, Gilbert always tops - no questions asked. He can't see the Austrian as a top; he bottoms to both Gilbert and Berwald. The Prussian has never seen him dominant, but he's okay with that. Seeing Roderich act improper and slutty is one of the things that turns Gilbert on the most, though the Prussian can't help but poke fun at the shorter man.
Berwald grips his hips hard as he continues thrusting into the man below him. Gilbert throws his head back and growls as the Swede leans against his back and roughly grabs his cock, quickly stroking the shaft. He feels his body tighten, but he wants so hard for this moment to last; he wants to remember the feel of Berwald powerfully pressing inside of him. He wants to remember the heat and passion from the usually cold and reserved Swede. It's a side of Berwald that only he and Roderich get to see.
Gilbert feels the licks and bites at his neck and shoulder blades. He feels the heat from Berwald's body seeping into his skin, and it's not unpleasant. He feels that strong hand stroking him so perfectly, that lean body pounding into him so harshly, and he moans, unrestricted.
Gilbert doesn't hear the footsteps in the hallway or the door opening slowly, but the Swede does.
Berwald looks to the bedroom door. "Hullo Roderich. Would you like to join us?"
Gilbert finally glances toward the door, and it does not surprise him in the least to see the Austrian already loosening his cravat. He knows that Roderich loves sex, but Gilbert is slightly embarrassed to allow Roderich to see him in such a position, as the Prussian is always making stupid comments towards the brunette for being a perpetual bottom. His ill-mannered words often earn him twin glares from both the Austrian and the Swede.
"Of course. Why else would I come in?" Roderich does not just love sex, he craves it. The shortest of the three men does not hold back in the bedroom, and he doesn't care what Gilbert says about him for bottoming all the time. He loves the feeling of being dominated by either of the two men before him. He drops his clothing to the floor piece-by-piece and climbs on to the bed, deposits his glasses on the bedside table, gives the Swede a quick kiss, and positions his hips under Gilbert's face. The Prussian takes the half-hard cock in his mouth and begins to suck Roderich to a full erection, running his tongue along the entire length, then swirling it around the tip. The Austrian leans back against the head board, threading his fingers through Gilbert's silver hair, but not making any effort to control the movements of his mouth.
Suddenly, Berwald pulls himself free from the Prussian, and Gilbert removes his mouth from Roderich's cock to look back at the Swede.
He loudly makes his displeasure to the loss known. "Hey! Don't stop now!"
The Swede's voice cuts through the air. "Roderich, get underneath him."
The Austrian makes Gilbert sit up for a second as he lays underneath him in a missionary style position. He winds his thin legs around the Prussian's waist. "Like this?"
"Ja, that will do just fine, but you have to bend over more, Gil." Berwald replies, pushing Gilbert the slightest bit further onto Roderich's chest. Their lips meet as Berwald pushes himself back into the Prussian's entrance. Gilbert expends a quick breath as he is once again stretched open, and Roderich is right there to caress his cheeks and lay kisses upon his forehead.
The Swede bucks his hips a few times before pulling out of Gilbert once more.
Roderich is still uttering small comments to the Prussian between kisses. "Now you know how I fe-!" The Austrian inhales sharply and his back arches as Berwald pushes his cock into the tight hole. "Ohh Gott~" It hurts, but the Swede knows that Roderich prefers it that way.
Now it's Gilbert's turn to offer comforting words. He kisses the Austrian's neck lightly and chuckles. "I sure do, Roddy, but I don't know if I've ever been taken dry."
Berwald pipes up from behind him as he heaves himself in and out of the panting Austrian. "Next time, then."
Gilbert cowers a bit, mad at himself for ever mentioning it. He takes to playing with Roderich's nipple and leaving bites on his neck as Berwald periodically switches between the two men below him. The Swede tries to give them each an equal share, as he doesn't like either of them to think that he favours the other one, but sometimes he just gets caught in the moment.
When Berwald is inside Roderich, he reaches down to grab hold of Gilbert's length once again, rubbing his thumb along the tip. The Prussian mewls under his touch, his back arching beautifully. Gilbert's shoulders heave and Berwald caresses and kisses the pale man's back, made wet from perspiration.
When he switches from Roderich to Gilbert, the Swede takes Roderich's erection in his hand, softly stroking the heated flesh. There's not much more he can do, as Gilbert's body is in the way, but he does lean over the Prussian's shoulder to share wet kisses with the Austrian. His tongue prods between the brunette's lips, asking for entry, and it is quickly given.
After what Roderich believes is about a minute, Berwald's cock is given back to him, but his attentions are now bestowed upon Gilbert. He grips the Prussian's hips, and showers his neck with licks and bites. Gilbert turns his head toward the Swede, and Berwald knows he wants a kiss too, and he was never one to deny his boys anything, especially when Roderich got something, but Gilbert didn't. He knows the Prussian doesn't like that at all, so he quickly places his lips over Gilbert's to satisfy him.
After a few more switches, Gilbert eventually gets the idea that while Berwald is fucking him, he can fuck Roderich, but when he tries, he earns himself a very hard slap on the ass from the Swede. He cries out, the sudden pain making his muscles tighten around Berwald's cock and the Swede's hand leaves a large, red welt on the Prussian's abnormally pale skin. Berwald instantly feels sorry for this, and his cheeks take on a slight tinge of pink from embarrassment and anger with himself for being so sudden, but he tries not to let it show to either of them.
Gilbert turns violently to the Swede. "Ow! What was that for?"
"N-not yet."
The Prussian opens his mouth to reply, but is silenced by a well-aimed thrust that just brushes that tiny bundle of nerves inside of him, but as quickly as the pleasure comes, it is lost again as Berwald withdraws his length from Gilbert and surrenders it to Roderich. The Austrian expels a guttural moan from his throat as he wraps his arms around Gilbert's neck, arching his back and pulling the Prussian close. Their cocks brush together lightly, but, to them, it feels electric. Gilbert grips the sheets until his knuckles turn even whiter than his pale colouring.
The Swede suddenly pulls away and flips the two men; now Roderich is in a position to ride Gilbert. Berwald grabs the Austrian around the waist and flips him once again so he is lying with his back flat of the Swede's chest. Berwald sheaths himself inside Roderich, bucking his hips into the beautiful aristocrat. Gilbert moves himself above the Austrian and captures the soft lips with his own as Berwald fucks the smaller man.
"Gilbert, get the lube." The Swede says quietly to him. "It's on the bedside table."
The two men share a look, and Gilbert immediately knows what Berwald is thinking. He grabs the bottle and pops the cap, spreading the substance over his fingers. Roderich is soon gasping and moaning, while Gilbert is coating his hole and Berwald's cock in cold wetness.
As soon as Gilbert pulls his fingers away, he is right above the Austrian, and something else - much bigger than a finger or two - is pushing its way inside Roderich next to Berwald. A strangled cry escapes the Austrian as he lets his head fall back to rest on the Swede's shoulder. He grips the sheets hard and whimpers as the new intrusion stretches his entrance wider than he has ever felt. Sure, Roderich is used to fucking both Berwald and Gilbert, but only one of them has ever been in his ass at once. Now, both of them are buried balls-deep inside of him, fitting quite snugly. Roderich is sure that had either of them been any bigger, he would have torn something.
It takes the Austrian a few minutes to adjust to the girth invading his hole. They are a few agonizing minutes, but they slowly give way to pleasure that Roderich has never felt rivaled before. As the two men surrounding him begin to move and push and pull, Roderich arches his back against the Swede as the sudden, intense pleasure floods his whole body.
Their thrusts make the Austrian's painfully-erect cock bob back and forth slightly, neglected for the moment. The movements are erratic and slightly out of time, but that only increases the friction between the trio. Berwald reaches over to stroke the brunette's length - much to Roderich's delight - as he bucks up into the shorter man; Gilbert leans down to meld his mouth and tongue with Roderich's, while driving his cock forcefully into his ass and pulling and pinching at his nipples.
When they both thrust into the brunette, Berwald's cock pushes Gilbert's up in exactly the right direction to rub perfectly on the Austrian's prostate, and Roderich shudders violently, expelling a muffled moan into the Prussian's mouth. After a few more rapturous stabs from the two cocks inside his body, he sees stars cloud behind his eyelids, and he comes harder than he ever has before. His whole body tightening and convulsing madly, Roderich spurts come onto his stomach as he rides his orgasm. His muscles clench harshly around the girth inside him and milk the most they can get from the Prussian and the Swede.
The tightness of Roderich's body during his orgasm pushes the other two men over the edge. Berwald buries himself as deep as he can for a moment as he comes inside the Austrian, pumping his own seed deep within Roderich's heat, and Gilbert is soon to follow. He continues to buck into the spent body below him as he comes, spewing his essence into the brunette with a low moan.
Roderich simply falls back limply on Berwald's chest, his body sore and used from the event. Gilbert pulls out first, causing a bit of come to leak out of the brunette's thoroughly-stretched and abused hole. The Swede then lifts the Austrian's hips slightly, allowing his own length to slip free, Roderich making a soft, incoherent noise which is muffled against Berwald's neck as more come dribbles out of his body. Berwald points to a tissue box on the bedside table, so Gilbert can clean Roderich off before they move the exhausted Austrian. The Prussian carefully wipes the excess come and lube from Roderich's stomach, legs, and ass, and both Gilbert and Berwald both agree to let Roderich rest a little longer before moving him. Even though Berwald doesn't particularly find having Roderich's dead weight resting on top of him to be very comfortable, he would never say so out loud.
After a few more minutes, Roderich stirs. He lays a very light kiss on the Swede's neck. He also lifts his arm and tries to roll himself off of Berwald, but he is still too weak, so Gilbert lifts him off, gently laying him down on the bed, and resting his head on the pillow. Roderich motions for both of them to come closer. Berwald rolls over and leans into the Austrian, who lays a soft kiss upon the Swede's forehead and strokes his cheek with a tired hand.
Berwald smiles lightly. "Get some sleep, Roderich. We'll stay here with you."
Gilbert also joins the two on the bed, planting a kiss on the Austrian's lips. "Yep, we'll be here, Roddy."
Roderich gently pats the mattress next to himself. "Both of you should rest with me. I know this wasn't-" A yawn from the Austrian breaks his sentence in two, "wasn't just tiring for me. Come. Sleep."
Berwald helps Roderich rest his brilliant, brunette mop on his shoulder and drapes the Austrian's weak arm over his chest.
Gilbert snickers, but wraps his arms around the Austrian anyway, spooning him. "If you insist, Little Master."
As he holds Roderich, Gilbert thinks about how beautiful the smaller man is when he's in the height of an orgasm, or how gorgeous he is when he's gritting his teeth painfully as he's being penetrated by either Berwald or himself. He thinks of all the moans and gasps pulled from the Austrian as he is used for seemingly one reason: their pleasure. Something clicks in the Prussian's brain and he suddenly knows better than that. The look Roderich gets in his eyes during sex and the softness of his face when he cuddles next to one of the other two men afterwards tells Gilbert that Roderich rather enjoys the arrangement they have, that he wouldn't have it any other way. A small smile pulls at the Prussian's lips; he wouldn't want to be the one to take that pleasure away from Roderich.
Of course, Berwald realized this ages ago.
Thanks for reading! If there are any mistakes or anything sounds weird, I apologize! I read my stories over a few times before posting them, but I can't catch everything!