A/N: This is a little late, but man we're busy as all heck. Hopefully you enjoy this, even though it isn't Prussia's birthday anymore :'D Also, since fanfiction HATES links, check out my AO3 version of this in order to see the outfit. My username is the same there as it is here~
It was Gilbert's birthday… and he had a plan. A plan to not only give him possibly the best day ever, but one that would also no doubt rile up his boyfriend. Though this whole idea started on a whim, Gilbert found himself quite pleased that he thought it up. As the delightful day drew nearer and nearer, Gilbert's excitement increased to new heights. It drew suspicious looks from his lover, Arthur Kirkland, but the Brit refrained from asking anything. He assumed it had something to do with Gilbert's birthday, the albino was always excited when it came to a celebration of his existence.
"Gilbert, love. When you said you wanted to try something different for your birthday, this isn't what I had in mind."
Arthur huffed as Gilbert tightened the handcuffs on his wrists, chaining his arms to the headboard. The Brit was still fully clothed in his button down and slacks, having just got back from work. Gilbert, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, no doubt one of Arthur's.
Gilbert, sitting back on Arthur's lap to admire his work, tilted his head to the side. "What do ya mean?"
"Babe," Arthur chuckled, grinning at him. "We've done bondage before, if I remember correctly. Honestly, the only difference is that I'm wearing clothes."
The man sitting on him hummed, tilting his head from side to side. "True, we have done bondage before… But that's not what we're doing. I just needed to make sure you'd keep your hands to yourself for what I have planned."
Arthur raised a brow, regarding his lover suspiciously. "And what is it you have planned?"
If Arthur could describe the grin he received in one word, it would be 'feral'. A sudden chill of excitement shot down his spine, making the Brit swallow in mild anticipation.
Humming, Gilbert slowly slid himself off of Arthur, making sure to press his body down against Arthur as he moved. Standing at the foot of the bed, Gilbert winked at Arthur before moving towards the bathroom, stooping down to pick up a black bag he had set there an hour before.
"Be right back. Don't get too comfortable."
Arthur huffed, resting his head back and staring up on the ceiling, frowning as the minutes seemed to tick by. When the bathroom door finally clicked back open, Arthur lifted his head and simply stared at his lover with wide eyes.
Gilbert was wearing a black, sheer-made coat. The sleeves cut off at the elbow and the bottom barely brushed past his thighs. But the see-through material isn't what caught Arthur's attention. It was what Gilbert was wearing under it that caused a hot flood of desire to wash through him.
Gilbert had on high, mid-thigh stockings, lace decorating the top portions. His body was wrapped in thick black strips of fabric, hugging his hips and chest. Fancy, beautiful lace ran from the fabric up his neck and, in order for the top to match the bottom, the same kind of lace was wrapped over the front of his most private areas.
Strolling forward at a teasingly slow pace, hands playing with the ribbon that kept the sheer coat tied together. He stopped at the foot of the bed, resting a hand on his thigh and slowly dragging it up.
"Like what you see?" Gilbert purred, biting his bottom lip and fluttering his lashes at Arthur.
"Fuck… Yeah." Arthur breathed. The blond was at a loss of words, unable to truly form a proper sentence.
Gilbert slowly climbed onto the bed, taking his time to crawl over Arthur. He rested on Arthur's lap, already feeling the growing bulge pressing against his backside. Humming in thought, Gilbert gently rocked his hips against the swell, grinning at the soft hiss Arthur let out.
Chuckling, Gilbert placed his palms on Arthur's chest, rubbing circles against the clothed skin. "I'm glad. I spent a good hour picking the proper outfit."
"Are you sure it isn't my birthday, love? Because it's seriously starting to feel like it." Arthur made a move to touch Gilbert, but his wrists jolted, reminding him of the cuffs keeping his hands to the bed.
Gilbert laughed, beaming at Arthur, "Maybe for your birthday I'll wear something just as sweet, if not sweeter. But today's my day, so you're just going to lay back and let me take what I want. Sound like a plan?"
Arthur could only nod, his mouth dry and felt like it was full of cotton. Oh how he wanted to run his hands up Gilbert's lace-clad thighs. To cup his backside and feel just how much of his body was covered in lace and how much was covered in the flimsy fabric. However the cuffs on his wrists prevented that and Arthur felt something akin to regret for even agreeing to let his wrists be chained. But there was no denying how excited it made him not being able to touch Gilbert.
One by one Gilbert removed the buttons from Arthur's shirt. When that task was done, he spread open Arthur's shirt, pausing for a moment to admire Arthur's smooth, well-defined frame. He ran his hands up Arthur's abdomen, fingertips ghosting over his hipbones. Arthur shivered slightly, growling a bit when Gilbert raked his fingernails lightly over Arthur's chest and down towards the rim of his pants.
Smirking, Gilbert let his hands ghost over the edge of Arthur's pants, fingers sneaking down the waistband before just as quickly skirting back up. He lowered his head, mouthing along Arthur's neck and collarbone, sucking a few bruises onto the lightly freckled skin. Gilbert hummed, chewing at the edge of Arthur's jaw, licking slowly up and towards Arthur's mouth.
"What to do with you…" Gilbert purred against Arthur's lips, close enough to kiss him, but not going further.
Arthur huffed, straining to catch Gilbert's lips with his own. When the albino moved back, Arthur scowled slightly. "You could put those lips of yours to good use, but that's merely a suggestion."
Now when Arthur said that, he had been hinting at wanting a kiss. But of course he should've suspected Gilbert to do something completely different. Though he can't say he's really complaining.
Grinning, Gilbert leaned down, peppering kisses down Arthur's chest as his hands moved to Arthur's pants. With deft fingers, he had Arthur's pants unbuttoned and pulled down just as his body moved lower. Lining his mouth up with Arthur's erecting, still covered by his boxers, Gilbert glanced up and locked eyes with Arthur before he lowered his head down.
Arthur bit his bottom lip as Gilbert sucked on his cock through the fabric, mouthing at the hardened member and moaning as if he was the one being pleasured. Gilbert refused to pull away until there was a prominent damp spot on Arthur's underwear, the albino pulling back and licking his lips. His hands gripped the waistband of Arthur's boxers, yanking them down and freeing his erection.
Staring at Gilbert with heated eyes, Arthur watched as the albino licked his lips again. Gilbert reached out, running the tips of his fingers against the underside of Arthur's cock, swirling around the tip leaking precum. Arthur hissed between his teeth, hips bucking up involuntarily at the touch.
Gilbert swiped some of the clear liquid onto his finger, popping it into his mouth and humming as he contemplated the taste.
"Bitter."
Arthur huffed, body tensing as Gilbert shifted. Gilbert pulled the ribbon and let the sheer coat fall from his shoulders, pooling around him. Taking the soft fabric, Gilbert chucked it over his shoulder somewhere out of sight. He then swung his legs over Arthur's body, twisting so that his ass was facing Arthur while he settled himself in front of Arthur's erection.
The Brit felt himself growing impossibly hard at the sight, wondering if he could get a nosebleed from how excited he was getting. Gilbert's ass cheeks were devoid of the lace decorating the front, the only thing hugging the succulent globes being the black strips of fabric.
He was jolted from his thoughts when Gilbert's warm mouth wrapped around the head of his cock without warning. Practically shouting a curse as he was swallowed up into the wet heat, Arthur threw his head back and gave a full-body shudder.
Gilbert had his hands placed on Arthur's hips, pressing him down onto the bed as Gilbert bobbed his head up and down. Pleased moans fell from Arthur's lips as Gilbert licked all over Arthur, his own member straining against the thin lace pressed against his crotch. His own pearly white fluid dripped down onto Arthur's exposed skin, Gilbert's hips rocking as if he wanted to grind down against Arthur.
With a slurp and a pop, Gilbert pulled away from Arthur's member. He wiped some excess saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning over and yanking open one of the drawers of their nightstand. Pulling out a bottle of lube, he uncapped it before squirting a generous amount into his hand.
Arthur watched with wide, lust-clouded eyes as Gilbert went back to sucking on his cock, the lube coated hand reaching around and slipping between his cheeks. Arthur got quite the show, watching as Gilbert spread the pale globes and prodded a finger at his entrance. Gilbert teased his entrance, shivering at the sensation before pressing a finger past the puckered ring.
Arthur jolted forward when Gilbert moaned at the breach, the cuffs pulling at his wrists from the sudden movement.
"Fucking- Shit!" Colourful curses spilled from Arthur's mouth as he drank in the sight of Gilbert fingering himself.
He yanked on the cuffs, hoping somewhere in the back of his mind that they'd break and give way. As Gilbert slid in another finger, he twisted them and moaned around Arthur's erection. He let his hand still for a moment, pulling his mouth from Arthur and took a few deep breaths.
When he moved his fingers again, he shuddered and moaned. The albino absentmindedly rubbed Arthur's heated cock against his face, smearing some of the clear fluid on his cheek. Whining in the back of his throat, Gilbert impatiently added in a third finger.
The burn did well to clear his head a bit, but not for long as Arthur groaned behind him. The sight was driving him wild with need, wanting to grab Gilbert in a bruising grab and fuck him hard into the mattress. It was extremely painful having to just sit there and watch the other pleasure himself.
"God damn it… Gil..!" Arthur growled, Gilbert mewling in response.
Pressing back against his fingers, Gilbert moaned unabashedly as he fucked himself with his fingers. His mouth blindly found the side of Arthur's cock, sucking on the skin and licking occasionally.
"Arthur…" Gilbert groaned, hips faltering slightly in their steady rocking. "Arthur I want it. I want it."
Arthur growled, bucking his hips again in order to seek some form of friction. "Shit, Gilbert I can't do… anything with my hands… cuffed." His breathing was coming in heavy pants, arousal coursing through every fibre of his being.
Gilbert gave an almost pitiful whine, looking over his shoulder at Arthur with wide, glossy eyes. He removed his fingers, moaning and shuddering at the feeling. Breathing harshly, Gilbert turned around on shaky limbs, sitting himself down on Arthur's hips, just barely above his cock. Grinding his body down on Arthur, Gilbert keened in the back of his throat.
"Arthur," He whined, voice desperate. "I want you… So so bad!"
With shaky hands, Gilbert grabbed the forgotten bottle of lube, squirting the contents onto Arthur's crotch. Arthur hissed at the biting cold that proved to be a stark contrast to the flames coursing through his body. Gilbert placed an apologetic kiss at the corner of Arthur's mouth, leaving a few more on Arthur's flushed face.
As his hand worked to spread the lube across Arthur's cock, Gilbert leaned down and captured Arthur's mouth in a deep kiss. Tongues slid out, spreading against each other and dipping into the other's mouth. Arthur may not have control of his arms, but he damn well could use his tongue.
He licked the inside of Gilbert's mouth, running his tongue along the top of the warm cavern before pulling away and placing wet kisses along Gilbert's face. He bit at the skin he could reach, nibbling his way towards Gilbert's ear and pulling on the skin between his teeth. Gilbert moaned at the feeling, pressing himself closer to Arthur and exposing more of his neck for Arthur's teeth to mark up.
The bite marks Arthur left on the upper parts of Gilbert's neck were covered up with hickies. In Arthur's opinion, the dark bruises were perfect against Gilbert's milky skin. Groaning low in his throat, Arthur bucked his hips up, seeking some form of relief for his straining erection.
Gilbert's breath hitched, a trembling sigh leaving him as he took Arthur's member and guided it to his entrance. In one agonizingly slow movement, he impaled himself on Arthur's cock. Shudders wracked his frame, pulling twin groans from both Arthur and Gilbert.
They remained still, sweaty foreheads pressed against each other while their hot breaths mingled. Gilbert swallowed, placing a sloppy kiss to the corner of Arthur's mouth before resting his hands on the Brit's abdomen.
"I'm… going to move now." Gilbert panted, staring down at Arthur with heated eyes.
Arthur nodded, once again tugging on the cuffs in another futile effort to touch Gilbert. "You do that."
Gilbert lifted himself off of Arthur, locking red eyes with green as he dropped his weight back down. Arthur was forced deep in Gilbert, ripping sounds of pleasure from the both of them. Gilbert set the pace, choosing to bounce on Arthur's lap as fast as he could.
Moans of all forms spilled between Gilbert's lips, a whimper leaving him. "Arthur- Arthur it's not enough!" He practically sobbed, grinding his hips down against Arthur. "Deeper…! Need you deeper!"
Arthur growled, "Fuck, Gilbert-! Undo the cuffs!"
Cursing, Gilbert forced himself to stop moving. He reached blindly for the keys atop the nightstand, almost knocking them over in his haste to grab them. It seemed like hours before Gilbert got the cuffs off, dropping the key just as Arthur surged forward.
Gilbert squeaked as he was tackled to the bed, giggling as Arthur's eager mouth laid fevered kisses along his jaw. His air choked in his lungs when Arthur gave a powerfully sharp thrust, twisting Gilbert's chuckling into a heady moan. Gilbert's head lolled to the side as he clung to Arthur's shoulders, crying out in pleasure from the unrelenting thrusts.
Tears glistened in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks after a particularly hard thrust. Gilbert moaned, his spine arching as Arthur latched his mouth to one of Gilbert's perked nipples. Sucking on it and nipping at the skin, a pleasured rumble left Arthur's throat as he thrust into Gilbert, grinding against him before pulling out and plunging right back in.
Arthur marked up Gilbert's chest with an array of bites and bruises. He slid his tongue over the ones that looked an angry shade of red, soothing the sting with his tongue.
Gilbert gasped, one hand flying to Arthur's hair and forcefully tugging, pulling his head up to smash their lips together. With one hand cradling the back of his head and the other desperately clinging to Arthur's shoulder, he furiously met each thrust with a demanding moan.
Arthur pulled back slightly when Gilbert accidentally nicked his lip with a hard bite. Gilbert hummed, leaning forward and licking the corner of his lip apologetically.
"S'rry…" Gilbert's words were slurred, his mind drunk on pleasure.
Chuckling under his breath, Arthur placed a quick peck to Gilbert's lips. "Fret not, my little tart."
Leaning back, Arthur gripped Gilbert's legs and spread them apart wider. He watched with hungry eyes as his member slipped in and out of Gilbert, the slurping noises lewd and the sight obscene. He felt himself flush in excitement, a deep groan leaving him.
"Fuck…" He shuddered, feeling himself nearing his climax. Arthur used one hand to grip the edge of the lacy "underwear", if you could call it that. In one swift movement he had it tugged down, freeing Gilbert's cock from the delicate confines.
He spread a hand against the albino's wet skin, chuckling under his breath. "You're so sticky down here… Made such a mess."
Gilbert whined, watching Arthur with heated eyes and a rosy blush covering most of his skin. "Nnn…! Arthur…"
Arthur loved the way Gilbert cried out when his hand wrapped around his swollen member, squeezing the heated flesh and giving it a few quick strokes. Gilbert choked on a moan, eyes screwing shut tight as he bucked into Arthur's hand.
"Nooo!" He whined, pawing pitifully at Arthur's hand. "Don't wanna… End it! Nnn!"
"Shh, love," Arthur bent his head down, placing a few soothing kisses along Gilbert's tear-stained cheeks. "We… Have all day to enjoy ourselves."
Gilbert pouted at Arthur, clenching his entrance around Arthur's cock in retaliation. Arthur's rhythm faltered, his thrusts falling out of sync for a moment.
"Ahh fuck…" Arthur hissed between his teeth, breathing harshly through his nose.
Smirking at him, Gilbert raised a brow and chuckled. "Looks like… I'm not the only one- Mmm! -That's close…"
A scowl befell Arthur's face and in revenge he snapped his hips forward and buried himself deep in Gilbert. His lover gasped, eyes going wide before a moan spilled from his lips. Arthur dipped his head and bit into Gilbert's shoulder, furiously pounding into him, hand also working in tandem with his thrusts.
Gilbert hiccupped, clawing at Arthur's back and tossing his head from side to side. "Oh! A-Arthur!"
That was all the warning he got before Gilbert cried out, entire body convulsing as his orgasm wracked through his frame. After a few more deep thrusts, Arthur followed soon after. The two shuddered as their climax reached its peak, twin moans spilling from them.
Arthur shivered before he slumped forward, resting against Gilbert and panting harshly. Turning his head, Gilbert kissed his lover's flushed cheek.
"Happy Birthday to me." Gilbert sang, voice hoarse.
Snorting, Arthur wrapped his arms around Gilbert's waist and rolled them on their sides. "Yes, Happy Birthday to you."