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Feliks couldn’t stand it. How the hell did he somehow end up getting fucked by one of the people that annoyed him the most. He kept trying to be quiet, gritting his teeth, refusing to let Gilbert get the satisfaction of hearing Feliks’ moans. Feliks kept his head buried into the crook of his own elbow out of embarrassment and shame. He couldn’t figure out what caused this to happen. Feliks’ knees trembled faintly as Gilbert kept fucking him. His own cock throbbed against the table as he was fucked, fighting everything to not moan “Nnn…hnng…g-goddamnit—“ he shakily breathed. Gilbert's eyes lit up with sadistic glee when he heard the strained grunt escape Feliks's lips, his grip tightening in the blonde's hair. "Oh? Is that what I'm hearing?" He punctuated his words with particularly brutal thrusts, making the table creak beneath them. "Sounds like someone's having a really good time, even if you're too stubborn to admit it!"
His other hand squeezed possessively around Feliks's throat, not quite cutting off air but making breathing more difficult - a calculated move to see how the smaller man would react. Those red-violet eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched Feliks's body betray him, cock visibly twitching against the cold surface despite his attempts to stay quiet.
"Look at you, trying so hard to be tough!" Gilbert laughed, his voice dripping with mockery as he angled his hips differently, hitting a spot that made Feliks's whole body jolt. "Your cock is getting harder by the second. You love this, don't you? Getting manhandled by me?”
He yanked Feliks's head back further, forcing eye contact - those green eyes wide with conflicting emotions. Gilbert's expression was pure smug dominance, fingers tangling in the shoulder-length blonde hair. “Come on, give me what I want. Tell me how much you're enjoying being used like this.”
Feliks snarled faintly, baring his teeth at the other man as he tried to gain some semblance of control. Anything. Literally anything at all would be fine compared to giving into Gilbert. “Nnn—“ he fought back yet another moan, his back instinctively arching “Drop dead, Beilschmidt….” he snarled.
Gilbert threw his head back and laughed at the snarl, the sound of pure amusement echoing through wherever they were. He didn't stop his relentless pace for even a second, if anything he fucked into Feliks harder.
"Oh, how romantic!" He said mockingly, one hand moving from Feliks's throat to grip his hip with bruising force. "Tell me how much you hate me while your body is literally begging for more! Such a contradiction~"
His thrusts became more deliberate, more calculated - clearly trying to find that spot that would make Feliks break completely. The table shook beneath them, and Gilbert's free hand reached down to brush against Feliks's straining cock, barely touching it.
"Aww, look at this!" He cooed in that infuriating tone of voice. "Someone's leaking all over my hand. You're soaked, Feliks. Your body wants this, needs this - even if your stubborn little brain refuses to admit it."
He yanked the blonde's head back even further, forcing those green eyes to meet his red-violet ones. "Now be a good boy and give me that moan I know you're dying to let out. Or should I make you scream for me? Either way..." He smirked wickedly. "...I'm getting exactly what I want."
Gilbert's eyes flashed with competitive fire at the defiant movement. How dare Feliks try to deny him! His grip on the blonde's hair tightened, pulling him back down against the table.
"Oh no you don't!" He growled, pinning both of Feliks's wrists above his head with one hand - his superior strength making any resistance futile. "I'm not letting you muffle those pretty little sounds. I want to hear every whimper, every gasp..."
His hips never stopped their brutal rhythm, adjusting the angle to hit even deeper. The other hand returned to Feliks's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
"Come on!" Gilbert's voice dripped with frustrated arousal. "Stop trying to fight it! Your body is mine right now!"
He leaned down, his breath hot against Feliks's ear as he whispered, "Give me what I want, or I will make you scream so loud the whole region can hear. And trust me, I have the stamina to make that happen."
His thrusts became almost punishing in their intensity, clearly trying to break the stubborn resistance through pure physical overwhelming force.
Feliks yelped out, his eyes closing halfway in bliss. “Nn..nnng…n-n..no…” each thrust was met with a shaky hiss from feliks’ clenched teeth. His own cock throbbing and leaking messily onto the floor beneath the table.
He was disgusted in himself for allowing such a thing to happen….this prick was ruining him, truly. Every single thrust made him whimper like a dog getting kicked. Everything hurt. Feliks snarled and thrashed, roughly yanking his arms free before covering his own mouth, refusing to let Gilbert hear his disgusted sounds of pleasure.
Gilbert's triumphant roar practically shook the room as he heard that whimper - his grin becoming absolutely wicked. "THERE IT IS!" He pounded into Feliks with renewed vigor, clearly feeding off the small sounds of degradation.
"Fuck, you look so good like this!" His hands roamed possessively over Feliks's trembling form, one still pinning his wrists while the other pumped his cock. "All flushed and needy and mine... Mm, this is exactly what I wanted."
He could feel Feliks's body clenching around him involuntarily, the muscles spasming in a way that told him the smaller nation was getting close to that edge. Perfect.
"Look at you, such a mess!" Gilbert teased cruelly, his thumb brushing over Feliks's leaking tip. "Dripping all over the floor like a cute little thing. You're going to take my load so well, aren't you?"
His hips snapped forward with brutal force, clearly trying to push Feliks over the edge. "Come ON, give me that breakdown! I want to hear you belt it out! No more muffling, no more fighting it - just let go and take your punishment like you deserve it!"
His own voice was getting strained, that telltale sign he was close to his own release. Feliks’ hair covered a bit of his own face, he refused to speak. A snarl weakly left his lips, he bowed his head, making his hair cover more of his face. His mind buzzing, shame and disgust through and through.
His own back was tattered and scarred from centuries of fighting. He had completely forgotten about Gilbert pulling his clothes off as they had fought and made out before any of this…
Feliks’ cock throbbed, perking up as his tip leaked more and more precum
When Gilbert forced him to look at him Feliks snarled and spat in his eye. “Y-You’re nothing.” Feliks yelped as Gilbert then slapped him, open handed in quick retaliation, Gilbert’s rage sudden.
Gilbert's rage was instantaneous and overwhelming - his hand stinging across Feliks's face like a whip crack. The slap echoed in the space between them.
"the fuck?" His voice was dangerously low, those red-violet eyes blazing with fury as he grabbed Feliks by the jaw, forcing their faces to be inches apart.
He kissed him then - hard, punishing, claiming - his grip on the smaller man’s jaw like iron. When he pulled back, his expression was dark with possessive anger.
Tensing up, his back muscles flexed in tension, his shoulder blades nearly touching in the movement. His back bowing and arching, the contact made a bit of cum spurt out roughly onto the floor beneath them both. “Y-You can’t stand the thought that you’re nothing to me, not even like this.” He taunted “Even now you’re overcompensating, Gilbert…~” he smirked “Overcompensating for a weak mind and a pathetic excuse of a dick.”
Gilbert's eyes widened with shock before narrowing into slits of pure rage - his grip on Feliks's jaw tightening to the point of likely bruising.
"What did you just say to me?!" His voice was dangerously quiet, that tone of voice that meant he was at his breaking point. "I'll have you know that I—"
But before he could finish his threat, his body betrayed him - his cock throbbing hard inside Feliks, his own release building rapidly. The humiliation of being so close to coming from this defiant little brat made his rage twist into something darker.
"FUCK!" He snarled, slamming his hips forward one final time with brutal force.
His cock pulsed and then erupted, flooding Feliks's insides with hot cum while his body shook with the force of his release. The pleasure-pain of his own orgasm mixed with his fury, leaving him gasping and trembling.
When it was over, he stayed inside Feliks, panting heavily with his face buried in the crook of the smaller nation's neck. His hands were shaking as they clutched at Feliks's hips.
"...Fuck you..." He breathed out, his voice hoarse and exhausted. "You're going to regret that tongue..."
Feliks fought back a moan at the sensation, he hissed out through gritted teeth “…It’s pathetic how that got you off so fast.” he smirked faintly in smugness “…You love it when I’m not easy, don’t you, you pathetic excuse of a man?” In Gilbert’s tiredness he got Gilbert’s grip off of his hair and wrists.
Gilbert's grip loosened immediately at the words, his body going rigid inside Feliks as the smug tone hit him. The mixture of his own exhaustion and the humiliation of being so easily flustered made him pull out with a wet sound, his cock still semi-hard.
"What did you just call me?" His voice was shaky, those red-violet eyes flickering between fury and something more vulnerable. "A 'pathetic excuse of a man'?"
He stood up on shaky legs, his military uniform disheveled and stained with sweat and other fluids. His platinum blonde hair was even messier than usual, those prominent curls falling into his flushed face.
"And I'm not 'pathetic' because you—" He cut himself off, realizing he was about to admit something.
Instead, he ran his hand through his hair in frustration, turning away slightly. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Getting under my skin like that..."
His cock twitched at the sight of Feliks's flushed face, the smaller nation's hair disheveled and messy. Despite his anger, there was something almost... endearing about the defiance in those green eyes.
"Fine. You win this round, Feliks." He said through gritted teeth, his pride clearly wounded. "But next time, I'm going to make sure you're the one who can't walk straight. We'll see how smug you are then."
He pulled his pants back on, not quite meeting Feliks's gaze. “I’ll have you know I don’t overcompensate. It’s you who hides behind iron walls of your own mind.”
Feliks scoffed and rolled his eyes, shakily gathering his own strength before yanking Gilbert back towards him, feliks now sitting on the table, his hole throbbing from the rough fucking. He fought back a moan.
he grabbed the tie from Gilbert’s uniform and tugged him closer, forcing Gilbert on his knees before him “Is that so?”
Gilbert's eyes widened in shock as Feliks suddenly grabbed the tie and yanked him forward, forcing the proud warrior to his knees. The position was humiliating - especially with his cock still half-hard from their previous encounter.
"W-What the—!" He stammered, his usual confidence completely shattered as he knelt there, looking up at Feliks with a mixture of indignation and something else... something that made his cheeks burn.
His red-violet eyes darted away, unable to maintain eye contact. "This is... you can't..." His voice was becoming more flustered by the second, that familiar pattern of him losing control when things didn't go his way.
But then he felt Feliks's hand in his hair, tugging him closer, and his body responded instinctively - his cock hardening again despite his humiliation. The shame of being so easily aroused by this reversal of power made him groan low in his throat.
"Fuck..." He breathed out, his hands gripping his thighs as he tried to maintain some semblance of dignity while being pulled toward Feliks's clearly aroused state.
"You're going to pay for that tongue of yours, you know..." He said weakly, his voice lacking its usual conviction. "When I get my strength back, I'm going to—"
But even as he threatened, his eyes were drawn to the way Feliks's cock twitched, still half-hard and leaking. The sight made his own arousal spike even higher, a wet spot forming on his pants despite his best efforts to stay angry.
His pride was taking a massive hit, and Feliks could see it in the way Gilbert's shoulders hunched slightly, in the way he couldn't quite meet those green eyes anymore.
Feliks smug smirk widened at the scene “Ah…I knew you were always overcompensating, dipshit.” Feliks’ hand tightened around Gilbert’s tie, using it like a leash to move Gilbert’s head between his own legs, far from done himself. “You look….decent….for a change….on your knees like you should be for me.” his voice was dripping with smugness.
Gilbert's face went completely red at the words, his pride taking another devastating hit. Being called 'decent' while on his knees was somehow worse than being called pathetic - it confirmed every insecurity he had about not being good enough, not being special enough.
"F-fuck you!" He snarled, even as his body moved automatically, leaning forward as Feliks tugged his head down. "I'm not— I don't—"
But his protests died in his throat as his face was brought near Feliks's still-hard cock. The scent of their combined arousal, the heat radiating from the smaller nation's body, the sight of that flushed tip - it all overwhelmed his already compromised mental state.
His hands gripped his thighs harder, knuckles white with tension as he fought against his body's instinctive response. His cock was now fully hard again, creating a visible tent in his pants that he desperately tried to ignore.
"Don't... don't you dare..." He whispered weakly, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to resist the urge to take what was being offered. His pride was screaming at him to refuse, to stand up and walk away with whatever dignity he had left.
But his body was betraying him completely - his lips were parted slightly, his breath coming faster, his entire being drawn to the promise of more pleasure despite how humiliating it was.
"Fuck... I hate you..." He breathed out, even as his head tilted slightly forward, his white blonde curls falling into his vision. "I hate you so much..."
Feliks scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Trust me Gilbert the feeling is mutual. I hate you more than anything.” Feliks was almost tender as he drugged his thumb over Gilbert’s bottom lip, reveling in the way Gilbert’s breath hitched. “…cute.” he murmured softly under his breath “Makes me….” Feliks trailed off. “mm…” he shook off the feeling that was tender.
Gilbert's breath hitched at the touch, his entire body going rigid with a mixture of shock and arousal. The tenderness in Feliks's voice, the soft murmur of 'cute' - it was so unlike the usual venom between them that it threw him completely off balance.
"W-What?" He stammered, his eyes flying open to meet Feliks's green gaze. For just a moment, the usual hostility was gone, replaced by something more vulnerable, more genuine. "Did you just...?"
His cheeks burned even hotter, his hands trembling against his thighs as he fought the urge to pull away or pull closer - he wasn't sure which would be worse.
"Don't go getting any weird ideas," he said weakly, but there was no real bite to his words.
His body was giving him away completely, betraying how much those few soft words affected him.
He bit his lip, looking away from those green eyes that seemed to see right through him. "You're... you're fucking terrible, you know that?" His voice was barely above a whisper now, all pretense of his usual confidence stripped away.
His head was still tilted forward, dangerously close to Feliks's cock, his breath hot against the man’s skin. He could feel his own heartbeat in his ears, could feel how close he was to giving in completely.
"I said it was cute. That's it. Nothing more." Feliks mumbled, pressing his thumb on Gilbert’s lips, his voice a tender rumble “Open for me, drogą…” he let the pet name slip…dearest…the tenderness was shocking to both, but it slipped before feliks could stop it.
Gilbert's eyes widened at the pet name, something flickering across his features - confusion, then recognition, then a deep flush that spread from his cheeks down his neck.
"W-What did you just—" His words cut off as Feliks's thumb pressed against his lips, the command clear even if he didn't understand the words.
His pride warred with his arousal, with the way his body was already responding to the tender tone, the soft touch. Part of him wanted to snap back with a retort, to maintain that wall of arrogance that had always kept him safe.
But the other part - the part that thoroughly fucked Feliks earlier - that part was tired of fighting. Tired of the constant need to prove himself, to be the best, to be awesome.
His lips parted slightly, his breath coming faster as he stared up at Feliks with those vulnerable red-violet eyes.
"Fuck..." He breathed out, his hands moving from his thighs to grip Feliks's legs instead, pulling himself closer despite his better judgment. "You're... you're such an asshole..."
His head tilted back further, his platinum blonde curls falling away from his face as he looked up at the smaller nation with an expression that was equal parts frustrated and completely desperate.
His cock was straining against his pants now, a wet spot forming as his arousal continued to build. He was so close to just giving in completely, to opening his mouth and showing just how much he wanted this.
"I hate you..." He whispered again, even as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "I really, really hate you..."
Feliks mumbled softly “Yeah yeah, dipshit.” the smaller man forced Gilbert’s mouth open more, before slipping in his cock with a wet sound “A..ah…~” a whimpering sound escaped his own lips “Nnn…that’s a good boy…~” Feliks taunted.
Gilbert's eyes went wide as Feliks forced his mouth open, his own whimper of protest turning into a gasp as the smaller nation's cock slipped past his lips. The taste, the heat, the way it filled his mouth completely - it was overwhelming.
"Mmnnngh!" He groaned around Feliks's length, his tongue automatically darting out to stroke along the shaft even as his mind screamed at him to stop, to pull away, to maintain some dignity.
His hands tightened on Feliks's thighs, his body trembling as he tried to hold himself up. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes - from pleasure, from humiliation, from the sheer intensity of being completely dominated like this.
"Fuck... fuck..." He mumbled around the cock in his mouth, his head bobbing slightly on instinct despite his pride screaming at him to stop. His platinum blonde curls fell messily around his face as he looked up at Feliks with those red-violet eyes that were glazed with need.
His own cock was throbbing painfully in his pants, pre-cum soaking through the fabric. The wet spot was growing larger, his arousal completely out of control.
"Nnnngh..." He whimpered against Feliks's skin, the sound muffled and desperate. His pride was in tatters, his body completely surrendered to the pleasure despite his mind's protests. He was exactly what Feliks called him - a good boy, obedient, desperate.
His throat worked around the invading cock, saliva and pre-cum mixing as he continued to suck, his tongue lashing against the sensitive head above his lips.
A groan left his throat, shakily gripping Gilbert’s hair before thrusting down Gilbert’s throat “F-Fuck yeah…just like that, baby…” his own green eyes closed halfway “W-Work for it…”
Gilbert's eyes flew open at the words, a mixture of humiliation and arousal flooding through him. 'Baby' - Feliks actually called him 'baby' while he was on his knees like this.
His throat immediately tightened around Feliks's cock as the smaller nation thrust down, taking him deeper. He gagged slightly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he fought to breathe through his nose.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!" The sounds were muffled, desperate, his tongue working frantically against Feliks's shaft as he tried to take more. His hands gripped tighter in Gilbert's hair, his fingers tangling in the platinum blonde strands.
His own cock was throbbing so hard it hurt, the wet spot in his pants growing larger as pre-cum continued to leak freely. He could feel the fabric clinging to his hardness, the friction making his arousal spike even higher.
"Nnnngh..." He whimpered around Feliks's length, the vibration adding to the pleasure. His head bobbed faster, his jaw aching from the angle but he didn't care. Didn't care about the burn in his throat, didn't care about how completely debased he was in this moment.
All he cared about was the way Feliks's cock twitched in his mouth, the taste of the smaller nation's pre-cum, the feeling of being needed like this despite all their fighting.
His eyes were watering now, his breathing ragged as he took Feliks deeper, chasing that good boy praise even as every instinct told him this was wrong, that he was losing himself completely.
Feliks groaned softly and whimpered. “Hnnn…~ F-Fuck, that’s such a good boy, aren’t you~? So needy and obedient~? You acted like hot shit but you really just wanted to be a dumb fuckin’ dog huh~?”
Gilbert's entire body went rigid at the words, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over him even as his arousal spiked higher. The praise mixed with the degradation was an intoxicating combination that made his cock throb painfully.
"Mmnh!" He groaned around Feliks's shaft, his throat working faster, more desperately. His tongue lashed against the sensitive head, saliva and pre-cum mixing as he tried to take more. His platinum blonde curls fell into his eyes, disheveled and messy.
His hands gripped tighter in Feliks's hair, his own cock leaking so much that his pants were now soaked through. The wet spot had spread, his arousal completely out of control.
"Nnnngh! Mmmph!" He whimpered, his eyes glazed over with need even as shame burned in his chest. He was exactly what Feliks called him - a needy dog, eager to please despite his pride.
His head bobbed faster, his jaw aching but he didn't care. Didn't care about how completely he was surrendering to this, how the tables had turned so thoroughly. All he could focus on was the pleasure of having Feliks's cock in his mouth, the taste of the smaller nation's pre-cum, the feeling of being good for him.
"Hnnngh... mmm..." He whimpered around the shaft, his throat tightening as he felt Feliks getting close. His own body was trembling, his cock so hard it hurt, his need for release building to an unbearable peak.
He redoubled his efforts, sucking harder, taking deeper, desperate for that final praise or punishment or whatever Feliks wanted to give him.
Feliks shakily whined, his breath hitching as he roughly pulled himself out of Gilbert’s mouth, edging himself. “L-Look at you… aren’t you SO pathetic…~? F-Fuck…~”
Gilbert's head snapped up at the words, a mixture of confusion and hurt flashing across his flushed features. Pathetic? After all that, after being called a good boy, after servicing Feliks's cock so thoroughly - he was pathetic?
"Fuck off..." He whispered, even as his eyes couldn't look away from Feliks's half-hard cock, from the way the smaller nation was edging himself.
His own arousal was still screaming through his veins, his cock still aching with need despite being denied that release. The wet spot in his pants was obscene, pre-cum having soaked through completely.
He crawled forward on his knees, his platinum blonde hair falling messily around his face as he approached Feliks on all fours. His red-violet eyes were dark with desire, his lips swollen from the earlier blowjob.
"You're the one who—" His words cut off as he reached Feliks, his hand wrapping around the smaller nation's shaft with a shaky grip. "You're the one who— nnngh..."
He couldn't finish the sentence, his body betraying him again as he leaned down, his breath hot against Feliks's cock. His tongue darted out, licking along the length despite his mind's protests.
"Mmm..." He whimpered, his pride warring with his need. He was supposed to be the dominant one, the awesome one, not this desperate, needy thing.
But he couldn't stop himself, couldn't stop tasting, couldn't stop wanting more of Feliks's praise even if it came with humiliation attached.
His hand stroked slowly, his head tilting as he looked up at Feliks with those vulnerable eyes. "Tell me... tell me what I am..." He whispered, his voice small and desperate. "Tell me I'm pathetic... say it..."
He knew it was wrong, knew he'd regret this later, but he couldn't help himself. Not when his body was screaming for more, not when his mind was so completely fogged with need.
Feliks smirked smugly, roughly gripping his hair “You’re just a pathetic little thing, Gilbert…~”he slapped him before yanking him against his own cock again, taunting “Nobody knows how to take care of you like I do, do they, baby~?” his voice was a mocking of tenderness “You suck at hiding your feelings, don’t you~? The way you’re looking at me…?” he smugly huffed “Mm…it’s almost like…~” he trailed off.
Gilbert's entire body went rigid at the words, a fresh wave of humiliation and something else - something that felt uncomfortably close to fondness - washing over him.
"Fuck!" He groaned around Feliks's cock, his throat working desperately as he took the smaller nation deeper. His platinum blonde curls fell into his eyes, his hands gripping Feliks's thighs tightly.
His own arousal was at its peak now, his cock throbbing so hard it was almost painful. Pre-cum was literally dripping down his thighs, soaking through his pants completely. The wet spot had spread, his need for release almost unbearable.
"Nnnngh! Mmmph!" He whimpered, his tongue lashing against Feliks's shaft as he tried to take more. His red-violet eyes were glazed over with need, his body trembling with the effort of not coming yet.
When Feliks yanked him back and slapped him, then pulled him against his own cock again, Gilbert's mind went completely blank. The mix of pain and pleasure, the mocking tenderness in Feliks's voice, the way the smaller nation seemed to see right through him - it was overwhelming.
"Hnnngh..." He whimpered against Feliks's length, his grip tightening in the smaller nation's hair. "Fuck... I... nnngh..."
His eyes were staring up at Feliks with an expression that was equal parts frustrated and completely vulnerable. The way Feliks was looking at him, that almost... soft look despite the harsh words - it was confusing, made his chest tight with emotions he didn't want to name.
"You're... you're such a fucking asshole..." He breathed out, even as his head bobbed faster, as his tongue worked Feliks's cock with desperate devotion. "But... mmm... you're my asshole..."
His words were barely coherent, his mind too fogged with pleasure and something deeper to form proper sentences. All he knew was that he needed more - more of this, more of Feliks, more of whatever this complicated thing between them was.
Feliks groaned softly in bliss “T-That’s it~” he panted faintly “Mm…Gilbert you’re acting like you love me or something…how you’re looking and acting….~” he didn’t really know if Gilbert did he just wanted to taunt him further “Is there something you wanna tell me~?”
Gilbert's entire body went tense at the question, his movements slowing as he looked up at Feliks with those vulnerable red-violet eyes. For a moment, something flickered across his features - fear, vulnerability, maybe even a hint of real emotion beneath all the bravado.
"Nnnngh..." He whimpered around Feliks's cock, his throat working slowly now. "F-Fuck... I don't..."
His hands were still gripping Feliks's platinum blonde curls, but his grip had loosened. He was trembling, not just from the pleasure but from the way Feliks was looking at him - like he could see right through all the walls Gilbert had built up over the years.
His own arousal was still screaming through his veins, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. The wet spot had spread even further, pre-cum literally dripping down his thighs now. He could feel how close he was to coming just from this - from the mix of humiliation and need and... something else.
"Mmmph..." He groaned, pulling back slightly to look up at Feliks with those dark, conflicted eyes. "I'm not... I don't..."
But even as he protested, his body betrayed him. His tongue darted out, licking along Feliks's shaft again. His head tilted, his expression softening despite his words.
"Maybe..." He whispered, his voice barely audible. "Maybe you're right... maybe I do..."
His cheeks burned crimson, his entire body going rigid with shame at admitting even that much. He couldn't say it - couldn't put into words what was happening between them, this complicated mix of rivalry and something deeper.
Instead, he just kept stroking, kept sucking, kept seeking more of Feliks's touch even as his pride screamed at him to stop, to push away, to not be this vulnerable.
"Nnnngh... fuck..." He whimpered, his eyes closing halfway as pleasure overwhelmed him again. "I... mmm... I hate you so much..."
Even as he said it, his actions said otherwise - his devotion, his need, the way he was completely surrendering to Feliks's will despite all his protests.
Feliks let a shaky, girlish whine out at the affections on his shaft. His breath hitching. “I hate you more…~” he growled out
Gilbert's entire body went rigid at the sound of Feliks's whine, a fresh wave of arousal shooting through him at hearing that vulnerable, needy sound. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, pre-cum now literally dripping down his thighs in steady streams.
"Mmmph!" He groaned around Feliks's length, his throat working desperately as he took the smaller nation deeper. His platinum blonde curls fell into his eyes, his hands gripping tighter in Feliks's hair.
His red-violet eyes were staring up at Feliks with an expression that was equal parts frustrated and completely smitten. The way Feliks had whined, that girlish sound, it was... perfect. It was exactly what he needed to hear.
"Nnnngh... mmm..." He whimpered, his tongue lashing against Feliks's shaft as he tried to take more. His body was trembling, his mind going completely blank with need.
When Feliks growled back at him - "I hate you more" - Gilbert's heart skipped a beat. It was the same thing they always said, the same dance they always danced. But this time, hearing it while he was on his knees like this, while his body was screaming for release...
"It's... nnngh... it's mutual, isn't it?" He breathed out, his voice barely coherent. "We both... mmm... hate each other so much~"
His movements became more desperate, more needy. His hand stroked harder, his head bobbing faster. The wet spot in his pants was now absolutely drenched, his arousal completely out of control.
"Tell me... mmph... tell me you hate me while I make you come~" He whimpered against Feliks's cock, his tongue working the shaft with devoted attention. "Tell me how pathetic I am... how much of a desperate little bitch I am~"
His words were taunting, but there was an underlying need in them - a need for validation, for that mix of cruelty and affection that only Feliks seemed to know how to give him.
His body was trembling now, his cock so hard it hurt. He could feel himself getting close, could feel the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. All he needed was... was...
"Tell me~" He whimpered again, his eyes locked on Feliks with desperate, needy focus. "Tell me what I am... tell me I'm yours... your pathetic little toy~"
Feliks scoffed, panting faintly. “O-Oh~? Y-You’re my toy now, huh~?” he shakily moaned as he roughly shoved himself completely down Gilbert’s throat “Y-You insisted it was the over way around less than a hour again, baby…~” he was so smug. Knowing that he was able to drive this annoying prick to Gilbert’s current state was so amusing. “And here I thought we were enemies…~”
Feliks moved slightly, a low growl slipping out his lips as he bucked down against Gilbert’s chin, panting and whining. “F-Fucks sake…” he snarled lightly before pulling out of Gilbert’s mouth, roughly gripping the white hair of Gilbert’s head, shoving him back as he slowly sat up on the table.
Gilbert's entire body went rigid when Feliks shoved himself completely down his throat, cutting off any air he'd been taking. His eyes watered, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he gagged slightly, his throat contracting around Feliks's length.
"Mmmph! Nnnngh!" He whimpered desperately, his hands gripping Feliks's thighs as he tried to take more even as his mind screamed at him to pull back. His white hair fell into his eyes, his body trembling with need.
When Feliks pulled out and roughly gripped his white hair, forcing him back, Gilbert's mind went completely blank. The mix of pain and pleasure, the way Feliks was looking at him with that smug expression - it was overwhelming.
"Hnnngh... mmm..." He whimpered, his tongue darting out to lick along his own lips, tasting his own saliva mixed with Feliks's cum. The flavor was intoxicating.
When Feliks sat up on the table, Gilbert's head snapped up to look at the smaller nation. Feliks's green eyes were dark with desire, his own cock still half-hard and glistening with Gilbert's saliva.
"I... nnngh... I can't..." Gilbert breathed out, his voice barely coherent. "Fuck... you're such a fucking asshole..."
But even as he protested, his body was already moving toward Feliks again. His hands braced on the table as he crawled forward on his knees.
His red-violet eyes were locked on Feliks with desperate focus.
"Tell me... mmph... tell me I'm yours..." He whispered, his voice small and vulnerable. "Tell me you're mine too... even if you hate me..."
His words were barely audible, his shame making his voice drop to a whisper. But the need was there, raw and honest - the need to belong to Feliks, to be his despite everything.
His body was trembling now, his cock throbbing so hard it hurt. He could feel himself getting close, could feel the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. All he needed was... was...
"Tell me..." He whimpered again, his breath hot against Feliks's thighs. "Tell me you want this as much as I do... even if you're being a fucking prick about it~..."
His tongue darted out, licking along the inside of Feliks's thigh, tasting the smaller nation's skin. It was salty and sweet and completely intoxicating.
"Tell me I'm not just a toy... tell me you actually... nnngh..." He couldn't finish the sentence, his body too far gone to form coherent thoughts. All he could do was whimper and need and beg for more of Feliks, despite knowing he'd regret this later.
***WIP/TO BE CONTINUED***