He doesn't force him.
It's a whisper in his ear, and his hand slips into his locks. His lips press against his temple, and he murmurs something sweet.
His cerulean eyes open and stare at the vermilion.
"Prussia...?"
"Just keep going."
Prussia hums and kisses his lips. Slow nice and slow and sweet. The albino s eyes flutter close, and the american kisses back.
Who ever kissed back?
Not Russia. Not Austria. Not even Hungary.
They just kinda forced their lips back, and tried to imitate a kiss.
No...this was a kiss. It had emotion, it had need, it had-
Whatever the hell Prussia couldn't figure out.
Slim fingers throw off his clothes, and suddenly it's just warm.
Skin on skin, and soft fingertips slipping down his translucent skin. Feeling every scar, every marred part of his body, and treating it like it was perfect.
He wasn't perfect.
Prussia lays underneath him, and closes his eyes. Hoping it will never end.
Soft lips brush his collar bone, his chin, his neck. They press onto his lips and continue, never once staying too long to enjoy it more than he should.
But it sends him into a frenzy, and his mouth is open is a chorus of moans. The man above him doesn't tell him to shut up.
Not like everyone else.
He just says something about loving his noises, and his eyes widen.
He feels his heart hammer in his chest, but the american says nothing.
The kisses turn to sloppy make out sessions, and soon enough they're underneath the sheets, staring into each others eyes.
He's pressed against him, holding him. Gripping his shoulders, Prussia dug his face into the crook of his neck.
He didn't push him away, instead he brought Prussia in closer and just touched him.
It was soft and just so different.
Was this what it felt like to be loved?
Prussia gasped at being filled, and his eyes sprout tears. His shook underneath him, and he tried to hide his pain.
"Gilbert it's alright..."
Why is he saying such sweet things? Why is he brushing his hair, why is he kissing his head, why is he saying it s going to be alright?
Why doesn't he just screw him and leave like everyone else?
He stills as he begins to move, and small whimpers escape his mouth. America continues with his loving gestures though, kissing away his tears.
Why does he care so much?
Who was he to deserve this ?
He feels him lay him down and America rest himself in between him. Prussia gasps and tries to met his thrusts, but he's shaking and moaning so loudly he can't even hear his heartbeat.
But America has his hand on his chest, and he feels the soft thudding against his palm.
His eyes drift up to Prussia s who blushes.
"Why is it so fast?"
Prussia looks away, and America touches his face.
The albino turns darker, and America only leans down to kiss him.
"I love you too.."
Prussia stills, and his eyes lock with America's.
He smiles and continues to touch him. Softly and slowly, and it just make Prussia want to cry.
Because he cares so much.
And when he finally screams out his name, and America fills him up with his substance, he holds him tight.
And doesn't let go.
Not even when the emotions get to him, and he's sobbing in his arms.
America doesn't ask questions. Not until Prussia is ready to answer them.
Because... America wants to know why Prussia has never felt this. Never once has someone touched his so softly, or caressed him.
or loved him like he has.
What did they do to him .
But for America, it s okay. He just want to see that soft smile on his face as he sleeps.
The smiled that tells whoever is watching them
That they have someone that loves them
And America just kisses his cheek, and hopes one day Prussia will know and understand why someone loves him.
I tried. I honestly did
Romance isn't my thing
