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Legends About Change	By : mykonosparadise Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers nor any charactsers from the series. I do not make money on the fiction.

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Warnings: Germancest, light bondage, outdoor sex

Whole prompt: Prussia and Germany are in an established relationship. After a night of rough (consensual) sex, Germany can barely walk. OP wants to see Prussia being a good lover and taking care of him.

Bonus 1: You start with the smut

Bonus 2: They have soft, gentle sex afterwards

Note: The very beginning may confuse some readers but it's relevant.

Legends About Change

Ludwig had to admit—while looking at them like this—they held a special charm at night. Those glittering collection of stars in the sky, even the faintest visible ones.

But deceitful Luna was a traitor. Stealing darkness from the Night at full moon; you could see everything, but you could be seen as well.

This probably wasn't the right time for spacing out—at least Gilbert's fierce thrust reminded him of that—,he stopped gazing up the dark skies out of the window of his Mercedes, and tried to spread his thighs more, but with little success. He couldn't do much in this position to begin with as the lack of space forced him to lie there, bound to the seat-belt buckle with a pair of handcuffs. Ludwig was blessed with a stout body, but not even he could keep up with the pace any longer, and his brother wasn't stingy with force either.

It wasn't their first time having sex outdoors. They have done it in swimming-pools, in the woods, public bathrooms, and a couple of times in the car, to name a few. But Ludwig generally avoided using the car as their playground ever since their last encounter. It had been dark when they drove to an empty parking lot which was not as vacant as they initially had thought, for few teenagers who were rambling around spotted the car rocking, and everything ended in a disaster. Ludwig had been ready to die in shame. But the whole affair hasn't tarnished his reputation, since their identities remained a mystery to the curious intruders.

It didn't put him off from giving in to Gilbert's wish to have sex outside once again after he got in the mood for some open-air action. With his devilish disposition, Gilbert always succeeded to snare him into a trap. By the time the Prussian had him cuffed—seeing the seat-belt fit for this purpose— and stripped off his clothes, Ludwig was already carried away by the pure thrill of it.

Despite the cramped space, the whole affair promised fun.

And fun they had.

But little did he know that Gilbert would unleash all of his sexual energy and completely tire him out with his stamina. Instead of being spent, his brother maintained a lively pace, and Ludwig was forced to deduce that Gilbert was hyper today − he only couldn't understand why. Either he increased his sugar consumption, or he was horny as hell.

His suspicion fell on the latter.

They have come here while the sun was still up, but by the time it would be dark Gilbert had already finished the fourth session and Ludwig was close to exhaustion, still pinioned by his brother.

True, he was weary, but not unwilling — his cock was proof enough — hard and curved against his pelvis, twitching at each brush against his prostrate. His mobility was restricted to the minimum, but he was resolved to keep his legs spread and wait for Gilbert to bring them both to an orgasm.

And he was surprised, indeed, when Gilbert, instead of slowing down, came back with an aggressive series of thrusts, making him see white. It took a good while before his vision cleared — Gilbert's glistening abdomen covered in a sheen of sweat and tightening muscles were the first thing he saw. He practically longed to touch him, rake his fingers through the sweaty platinum strands, or let his palms wander over his smooth chest, but he couldn't imagine his brother would have this kind of use for the police handcuffs − barbarously tying him so that bruises appeared visible on his hands, reducing his movements to rhythmic grinds against Gilbert's rocking hips.

Another minute of this sweet torture, and he was allowed to take a break, even if short, as the older German drew back with a throaty moan and reached to take the key from the floor mat. Finally, Ludwig's restraint was off, and Gilbert seized him by the waist, helping him up, making him lean against the back seat as he changed their position. Still panting in soft puffs, Ludwig took the liberty of quickly eying their surroundings, but he found the rear window fogged. No wonder, all windows were closed for the sake of stifling noise, and summer temperatures weren't exactly low. He wiped the glass with a palm in a clumsy stroke, and did the same to the persistent drop of sweat trickling down his temple, but it was no use. Both Germans were covered in sweat as a result of their activities.

Ludwig merely threw a look outside before he leaned forward, flush against the backseat, resting his forehead against the panel after he laid aside his fears, tempted to grind up against the coarse material.

As his breath evened out he had to admit to himself − he was tired. And he wasn't only in a good physical shape, but fit as a fiddle too, but he simply couldn't cope with Gilbert's assaults on his frazzled body and his harsh speed.

A devious smirk spread across Gilbert's lips as he pinned him down and nudged Ludwig's thighs apart with his knee, settling there, fingers snaking through the blond hair and pulling his head back enough to bite into his neck, leaving a set of red marks. Gilbert's teeth were on his shoulder next, palms trailing smooth down his sides. Ludwig wanted to be owned like this, and his brother knew it.

The Prussian couldn't but grind against the taut ass, squeezing the flexing globes in his hands with a low hum, thrusting his erection under Ludwig's perineum and tight balls, teasing, teeth sinking into the junction of his neck and shoulder before he drew back. He took his length into a firm grip to guide it to his brother's loosened entrance, fitting inside without much effort, their bodies perfectly used to each other.

Ludwig got no time to talk as the ruthless attack on his nether regions began. He was coming short of breath at the hard thrusts, fast and just deep enough to give him the friction he craved.

Gilbert stopped in a short pause to merely change the angle of his thrusts, plunging inside without sparing his exhausted body—Ludwig didn't even have a chance to gasp for breath. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he noticed just how much the Mercedes was rocking while Gilbert kept brushing his prostrate, hitting dead-on, but he made little serious efforts to meet his thrusts, feeling that he would collapse back against Gilbert's chest otherwise.

A curse fell from his lips when Gilbert doubled his pace − he was not so kind to him as he ought to be, but the show of dominance hurt so good, and protesting would be a shame. With the climax approaching quickly, he bit into the knuckles of his clenched fists—the very image heartened Gilbert to fuck him with a sudden rush of force, his torso pressed against Ludwig's back with a firm hold on his neglected erection. Gilbert stroked him with his usual dexterity, his hips never stopped rolling into him, vulgar slaps of their skin long ago drowned out the sound of their shallow breathing.

Long pale fingers pumped him frantically, but Ludwig held back his orgasm, waiting for his brother. Gilbert's hand slipped lower, down to the base of his lubed shaft, squeezing his balls gently, rolling them in the cup of his hand. Ludwig clamped down on him, no longer fighting to resist. He slapped the hand away and jerked himself off instead, blue eyes shut as few final strokes pushed him over the edge, sending his body into spasms. He closed his hand over the swollen head, and let the cum pool in his palm while he groaned softly, sparing himself the trouble of having to get the stains out of his precious car. Gilbert continued to fuck him with a long drone, and from the sound of it, he was finally on edge too. He pulled out and came undone, sending his load over the small of his back, milky fluid running over the soft curve of Ludwig's ass, dripping down his thighs slowly.

Ludwig remained where he was, slumped over the back seat, breathing in the curious mix of musk, sweat and sex, content at the thought that he could finally take a break, but scarce he knew that it was not to be their last round that night.

It wasn't long before Gilbert's cock was standing up straight again, and Ludwig applied himself with much pains to prevent his body from collapsing while his brother continued to ram his hard shaft with roughness that made him forget where he was. He bore it for another hour without a murmur before Gilbert sucked the last bits of energy out of him.

Only then he was free to lie down, past caring about the lack of space, slouched over Gilbert's heaving chest.

The Prussian reached over his head to roll down the car window, letting the fresh air flow in. He nudged Ludwig's sweaty forehead with his nose, causing him to look up. Gilbert bent his neck to kiss the younger nation, tasting his wet lips, rubbing his tongue against Ludwig's languidly, and draped an arm over his back as much as present circumstances allowed him. As soon as they broke apart, Ludwig nestled his head onto his shoulder again, instantly closing his eyes.

"Schalf nicht ein." Gilbert whispered with a smile.

"Ich erhole mich nur." He drawled back, but as soon as a brief, gentle gust of air washed over his spent body his eyes slid close again, and he dozed off right there, tucked under his brother's chin while a light breeze wafted inside.

To Be Continued...

Translations:

"Don't fall asleep."

"Just resting my eyes."
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