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Riding Crop	By : Bloodysyren Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2831 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ludwig snapped his riding crop to the sides of his horse and sprinted to a gallop, racing towards the back of Austria’s huge house. He slowed to a canter as he passed through the large iron gates, pulling up to a stop behind the stables. He dismounted and walked his horse into a stall, making sure she was watered and fed, patting her side.

“Good girl, you deserve a long break.” He thrust his riding crop under his arm and stripped off his gloves, unbuttoning the top of his coat as he stepped into the grand entrance of the huge mansion.

The moment he was past the threshold, he heard that infernal, somewhat melodious banging. The crazy Austrian was at his piano again. Ludwig could swear he had one in every room. As he unbuttoned his coat all the way (why was it always so hot in here?) he walked closer to the room where Roderich was, the music getting louder.

Ludwig opened the door quietly and snuck in without the Austrian noticing him, walking up behind him softly, removing the riding crop from under his arm. As the song was coming to a close, Ludwig was side by side with Roderich and placed the end of his riding crop underneath his chin, tilting it up.

“Can’t you make any other noises?” Ludwig said a bit harshly, tilting the Austrian’s chin higher. Roderich just stared, stony face forward, looking, but not looking ahead of him at the same time.

“What else would you like me to play, Ludwig? Since you seem to dislike my piano music so much.”

“How about we hear what that beautiful singing voice of yours sounds like?”

Roderich stood up, closing the piano cover and replaced the cover over the keys. He slid out from between the piano and the polished bench, straightening to his full height, rivaling the blonde German’s stature. Staring him straight in the eyes, the Austrian opened his mouth to speak but Ludwig lifted the crop beneath his chin again, silencing any sound.

“I didn’t mean that kind of singing, you fop.” Ludwig sneered, grabbing the lace jabot at Roderich’s throat and hauling him close to look menacingly in his eyes. Roderich simply stared back hard, matching the German gaze for gaze.

“Then what kind of music would you like to hear?” Roderich said flatly.
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“Ahhhh!” Roderich squirmed and bucked his hips up in vain. Ludwig was kneeling over him and not helping the situation any by sliding his tongue across a sensitive nipple. Roderich let out a high pitched moan as the handle of the riding crop was pushed further into his body. His mind was reeling with this onslaught of sensation, but he managed to think back about ten minutes in the past to reflect on how this situation came to pass.
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“Then what kind of music would you like to hear?” Roderich said flatly.

“The purest form of music there is my friend.” Ludwig replied. The Austrian pondered and poured over his mental database of all the varying types of music, trying to see which one he considered the purest form. As his brain was still puzzled, Ludwig slipped behind him and trapped his arms with the riding crop, pressing his elbows almost painfully close together, twisting his shoulders uncomfortably.

“Walk.” Ludwig commanded. Roderich contemplated putting up a struggle but realized that anything would be worse than this if he tried to escape. He took a few steps forward awkwardly and then ventured to ask, “Where to?”

“Your room.” Ludwig said with an evil grin sliding across his face. They walked forward, taking a few corners, finally coming to a halt in front of two white double doors with gold detailing. The German tried the handle of one and slowly pushed open the door, nudging Roderich forward. The Austrian nearly stumbled and tripped on the lush carpet, but soon found his arms released and his head pressed against the plush bedcover.

The riding crop that was locking his arms behind him was now sliding smoothly between his legs, making him shudder. He bit back a moan as his long, pale fingers gripped the sheets tightly, trying his hardest to suppress a whimper of need. Ludwig ran the end of the crop between the Austrian’s legs again, this time tapping up lightly along his hardening erection, making Roderich flinch.

“Up, up.” Ludwig commanded, tapping the riding crop again, this time a little bit harder. Roderich crawled up onto the bed and turned over, coat and pants wrinkled and disheveled. He gazed at Ludwig with an innocent, almost pained expression dripping with need. His wide eyes took in the strong German in his riding uniform, black military jacket unbuttoned to reveal the simple wife-beater underneath. The black pants were tucked into those high soft leather boots. Everything on Ludwig was as black as night, except for his light blonde hair, cropped short to his head and shining like the sun itself.

Roderich let a sigh fall from his lips. He watched as Ludwig let his jacket fall from his shoulders and pool on the carpet. He rested the riding crop on the bed to undress fully, shooting the Austrian a sharp look and a knowing punishment if he saw any movement towards escape. But at that moment, Roderich only had one desire in mind, to allow Ludwig to do anything he wanted, to be claimed by this strong, powerful man standing half naked in his bedroom, hands working on the clasp of his pants. As Ludwig let his pants fall on top of his jacket, he gripped the riding crop in his teeth and crawled onto the large plush bed. Sitting on his knees, the German rested the crop against Roderich’s chest, looking him up and down.

“Strip.” He commanded. The Austrian couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough. As Roderich was lying there on his back, he closed his eyes, waiting for the smooth touch of that leather tool turned toy. He shuddered as he felt the cool, flat end slide along his inner thigh. He spread his legs obediently and opened his mouth slightly, beginning to pant. Ludwig’s mouth followed in the riding crop’s wake, planting gentle kisses and nips along the Austrian’s inner thighs, making him shiver with excitement.

With his eyes still closed tight, Roderich can feel that smooth leather tracing along the underside of his aching cock. He shudders at the images and fantasies blooming inside his mind but quickly senses them being born in reality as Ludwig’s mouth slides hot and wet against his cock. He groans loudly and fists his hands into the sheets, whimpering for more.

Ludwig is dragging his tongue agonizingly slow against Roderich’s warm skin, feeling the little earthquakes that shake his very core. He flips the riding crop over and presses the handle between the Austrian’s thighs, pushing against the tight entrance. Roderich gasps in surprise as another tremor of lust courses through him. He moans headily as he feels that ribbed handle slip past the rings of muscle in his body, trying his best to relax, but finding it hard with all of the feelings washing over him.

“Ahhhh!” Roderich squirmed and bucked his hips up in vain. Ludwig was kneeling over him and not helping the situation any by sliding his tongue across a sensitive nipple. Roderich let out a high pitched moan as the handle of the riding crop was pushed further into his body. His mind was reeling with this onslaught of sensation. The Austrian wanted Ludwig so badly, wanted to feel his body, wanted to breathe in his scent, wanted to experience that breathtaking kiss.

Ludwig bit down on the sensitive bud and twisted the riding crop, making Roderich’s back arch beautifully, feeling that ribbed rubber end moving inside him. He couldn’t take it anymore. With that one small motion, Ludwig had released all of the previously pent up inhibitions regarding this situation in Roderich’s mind. He let out a groan and panted out,

“Ludwig, give it to me.” He opened his eyes and looked pleadingly into the German’s face, wanting that inside him. Ludwig slowly removed the riding crop from between the Austrian’s legs and placed it aside, kneeling between Roderich’s legs himself, leaning forward to kiss him hard on the lips while simultaneously pushing deep inside that tight, hot body. Roderich arched up with a stifled moan when he felt the German push hard inside of him, his arms flying up to clutch at Ludwig’s back, groaning and clenching his muscles in pleasure.

Ludwig shuddered, feeling those smooth walls convulse around him. He panted against Roderich’s lips and moved his head to rest it against the Austrian’s shoulder, groaning. Roderich turned his head and tightened his muscles again, trying to shift beneath the comfortable weight of the strong German.

“Ludwig, move, please move.” Roderich begged. He buried his hands in that smooth blonde hair and as Ludwig’s hips came down against his body, he gasped against that feathery golden mane, eyes fluttering closed in bliss. As he felt the motion in and out of his body, he began panting with every inward thrust, the heat quickly building in the pit of his stomach. Ludwig couldn’t control himself anymore, feeling that incredible heat closing in around him from all sides. Plus, that angelic voice, so needy and wanting ringing in his ears was more than he could take.

Roderich was shuddering from the pleasure that was surrounding him from all sides. Ludwig had taken hold of his cock and was stroking him for all he was worth. He couldn’t stop the stream of begging words that fell from his lips. His body arched up, trying to get all of Ludwig inside of him, and more. He wanted it all, every inch of this beautiful German stud claiming him, filling him.

The Austrian tightened his muscles, pushing his hips up into Ludwig’s body, spreading his legs wider, lifting his knees higher. Suddenly, a place was brushed inside of him and it set off sparks in his vision which lit the fuse down his spine that led straight to his cock. He arched under Ludwig and released his hot seed which splattered across his chest. He loosed a cry of pleasure and all of his muscles tightened at once, causing Ludwig to cry out and release into that hot, tight body below him, moaning his release.

The German collapsed on top of his lover and sighed contentedly against his shoulder. After Ludwig had caught his breath, he sat up and lazily ran his tongue along Roderich’s stomach, tickling the sensitive pale skin. He slid his tongue along the Austrian’s softening member and drew it into his mouth to clean off his lover. After his clean up was finished Ludwig collapsed on his back on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling like he could sleep very well right about now.

He was surprised when he felt a pair of soft lips repeating the action against his own stomach, slowly licking off the cooling cum from his flushed skin. Ludwig shuddered a little when he felt those lips wrapping around him in the same way, sucking the sticky fluid from his cock. He smiled as he felt the motion of the bed shift under a well-known weight and that person planted a firm kiss on his lips before snuggling beside him, resting a head of soft hair on his chest.

Ludwig stroked Roderich’s hair gently and smiled, wrapping a strong arm around his waist, holding him close. The Austrian hugged Ludwig around the waist and nuzzled his head under the German’s chin. He was so happy that he had gotten what he had wanted, even if it was in a somewhat dangerous way. Just as they were drifting off to sleep, Ludwig kissed the top of Roderich’s head and said the three little words that he had always wanted to hear,

“You play beautifully.”

Just as they were both drifting off to sleep, a loud rapping and then bursting in of the door jolted them both up from the bed. Tossing the sheet over their lower-halves quickly, Ludwig’s eyes shot for the door and his mouth gaped open. In a protective gesture he covered Roderich’s eyes.

“Hey little brother! I’ve come to join the fun! Now both of us will be able to claim that whiney piano playing pansy!” Ludwig sighed in annoyance and gazed at his younger brother, clad in a military uniform with a bull whip in his hand and his little bird sitting on his shoulder. This was going to be quite the eventful and annoying evening.
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