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pruengs · 1 year ago

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baby, pull me closer.

Pairing: Prussia/England Rating: Explicit Important Tags: Trans!Prussia, Dysphoria, Established Relationship, Human AU Notes: Set in my A Symptom Of Being Human verse. This is the first thing I've written for it aside from the tumblr posts. Be gentle with me, I'm still kind of new to writing for the Hetalia fandom. read on ao3.

Sex had, surprisingly, not been a topic for them yet.

When Gilbert first got with Arthur, he imagined that sex would be something they both flocked to pretty much immediately, but, somehow, up until now it had never come up. Arthur didn’t pressure Gilbert, and Gilbert didn’t feel the need to jump Arthur immediately when he looked at him.

Their relationship mainly consisted of being domestic, funnily enough. They hadn’t been dating for that long, but they pretty much immediately had slipped into a nice rhythm of existing together while doing mundane tasks, like studying, cooking, or just laying on the couch with absolutely nothing to do. The novelty of a fresh relationship never really came for them and it felt like they’d been dating forever.

Maybe that’s why Gilbert felt alright waiting to screw Arthur’s brains out.

Usually sex was a big topic for him, in his relationship before, and even just in general. He got laid a lot, he liked screwing around, and he liked the thrill it brought him. Usually he stuck to his small, queer circles to get his back blown out, though even that proved to be difficult given how last time went.

An unhappy and short-lived relationship with a man that misgendered him more often than not, paired with some comments that made Gilbert want to claw away at his skin.

It left him feeling dirty and sour for weeks, the urge to wash himself clean of the comments and the filth ever so strong, but it never quite working. It hurt, knowing this was going to stick with him forever, and it just showed all the more that he wanted his next time to be with a partner that actually respected him.

That’s where Arthur came in.

Arthur loved him, in every sense of the word. And, what was even more important, he made him feel safe.

Never had the topic of what was in his pants been a point of debate. Arthur didn’t care about it, he called him his boyfriend, he called him handsome, and he didn’t pressure sex. Really, Gilbert wondered how he managed to get so lucky.

Arthur wasn’t perfect, and he had his flaws, but Arthur loved him. Gilbert felt safe with him, and that was more important than anything.

That’s why he pushed the other’s book away, free of fear of being seriously scolded or his boyfriend being genuinely annoyed, and placed himself in the other’s lap, effectively straddling him on the big bed that Arthur had. His little flat was far more comfortable to spend time in than Gilbert’s childhood home was. Not that Arthur didn’t get along with Gilbert’s father, but it was nice to have some time for each other without constantly being interrupted by your old man or an annoying little brother (Gilbert loved Ludwig, really, the guy was his favorite person on earth but, god, the other was definitely a little brother when it came to being a little shit).

“I was reading that,” Arthur huffed, but wrapped his arms around Gilbert’s waist anyway, to which the white haired man just smirked. Resting his head on Artur’s shoulder he gave a small hum. “And I’m bored, so we’ll both have to deal.”

He was not disappointed by the reaction he got, which was Arthur groaning in faux-annoyance and mumbling something about how Gilbert was supposed to be studying. Not that either of them particularly cared about that either way, but it was always funny when Arthur tried to find excuses to be a bit huffy. It felt like a fun little game to Gilbert.

Today, though, he’d had something different in mind than just sitting in Arthur’s lap and cuddling until he’d sat for too long and needed to move again. Today he wanted more. To indicate, slowly, he put one of his hands on Arthur’s chest, letting it rest there before slowly trailing it down, lower and lower on his boyfriend’s body.

The reaction this time was one of surprise and he felt himself gently being pushed back, looking into the eyes of his boyfriend.

“You sure?” “Duh.”

A raised eyebrow and a shake of Arthur’s head.

“Und jetzt noch mal ernsthaft.”

Gilbert almost laughed when the other slipped into German for him. Usually they flip-flopped between the languages, though they settled on English most of the time. Arthur usually spoke German with him when it was something important and this he apparently deemed important enough to address in Gilbert’s native language.

“Ich bin mir sicher, versprochen. Ich will das.”

To prove his point he leaned forward and pulled Arthur into a slow kiss, full of confidence and love, in hopes of showing how ready he was. It seemed to work, as his boyfriend’s hands found their way to his hips and lips parted for him. A soft ��okay” was whispered and Gilbert let his hands wander once more, slowly, slipping underneath the other’s shirt and feeling his skin.

Arthur had been shirtless with him before, he’d felt the other’s skin often. The air of coolness that the other gave off, it soothed him. Gilbert himself ran cold as well, his anemia meant his blood didn’t circulate the way it was supposed to, but he didn’t mind. Of course he loved warm blankets and the sunlight, much like a reptile might, but he’d take Arthur’s cold touch over warmth any day. But he had never been shirtless around Arthur before. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the other, but it was a point of discomfort for him.

He wasn’t sure how they would go about it, especially when he could feel Arthur’s hands slowly move under his shirt and grip his waist, gently holding it. In that moment he felt like his hips were the most feminine hips on the planet. He tensed, then, and the Brit broke the kiss immediately.

“What’s wrong?”

Gilbert bit his lip, feeling a bit embarrassed about tensing up. He wasn’t a virgin, sex was normal for him. This shouldn’t be so hard.

“I’m a bit uncomfortable,” he admitted eventually, squirming slightly. “Not because of you. Because of my body. I don’t know. I feel so feminine.”

Slowly he felt Arthur remove his hands, one of them moving up to cup his face.

“Do you want to keep your shirt on? It might help with your dysphoria.”

He paused then. No one has ever asked him that before. It always came off, even if he was uncomfortable. He’d gotten so used to it that being asked felt weird, but it made Gilbert feel all warm and fuzzy anyway.

A muttered “yeah” and then a soft kiss was pressed to his lips, making his lips quirk up in a smile.

It surprised him a bit that Arthur knew what dysphoria was, and some part of him wondered if he knew that before, or if he’d read up on trans terms because he was dating him, and that second option was too cheesy for him to even think about, so he refused to acknowledge it. Maybe he could use it later to tease him, but right now if he got more mushy he might combust.

Arthur moved his hands back to his hips, this time making sure to not touch the skin underneath his shirt, while Gilbert continued his ministrations on Arthur’s chest, trailing his fingers up his sides, feeling the fluff on his chest, and meanwhile kissing him slowly, lovingly all the while.

Eventually he felt that the shirt was in the way, pulling away from the kiss so he could take it off the other. Arthur helped a bit, because, as it turns out, undressing someone when it isn’t a desparate tangle of limbs and passion was harder work than anticipated. He felt a little sheepish realizing that but he didn’t mention it.

When Arthur’s shirt was off he took a moment to just take in the sight of his boyfriend, a smirk making its way onto his face.

“Hey there, sexy, are you single?”

He laughed and adored the way Arthur rolled his eyes, delighted by the small blush creeping onto the other’s face. That only lasted a second, though, before Arthur’s own lips quirked up.

“No, sorry, love. I’m taken, and I’d hate to cheat on the most handsome man I know.”

Now it was Gilbert’s turn to flush and subsequently Arthur’s turn to laugh. A soft kiss was pressed to his lips again and Gilbert huffed before slipping back into a confident demeanor.

“He must be very lucky then,” he mumbled, leaning down to whisper into Arthur’s ear. “Getting to be with a man as good-looking as you.”

Arthur chuckled quietly, and Gilbert couldn’t help but join in, the sultry atmosphere gone again in favor of something a little more soft. Not something you’d expect if you knew them, but even they could be mushy at times.

Deciding to kiss along Arthur’s neck, Gilbert made the conscious decision to not leave hickeys where anyone could see them. Not because people would stare, but more so it was that he didn’t want Ludwig or Alfred knowing, especially because he knew Ludwig would tattle on him. Not with any malicious intent, of course, Ludwig wasn’t like that, but he would on accident. He’d tell their father, and then Gilbert would have to live with the knowledge that his father would be making fun of him for what he did in bed forever.

Arthur seemed to be grateful as well, though it was hard to tell with the soft moans the other made. Noises that Gilbert, now that he’d heard them, never wanted to miss again.

“You’re lovely like that,” Gilbert purred and Arthur rolled his eyes, though it was a bit useless with how red he was in the face. The German chuckled and his boyfriend used that opportunity to push him back down onto the bed, Gilbert now on his back once more, staring up at his partner. First with a look of surprise, then a smirk spread over his face. “Finally. And I almost thought we wouldn’t be getting anywhere.”

Arthur smiled, fondly, and leaned down to nip at Gilbert’s neck.

“Foreplay is important,” he stated, placing kisses there and slowly trailing them up to his ear to whisper into it. “And while we’re on the topic, I’d love to eat you out.”

It was a quiet way of asking for consent and Gilbert tried to hide his flush with a confident smirk, licking his lips. It had been a while since someone’s mouth has been down there. His ex wasn’t all too thrilled with the idea of performing oral, and even before, most of Gilbert’s partners didn’t like it either. He missed the feeling, if he was honest, and he was sure Arthur would look lovely between his legs.

Still, though, he couldn’t help but be a bit nervous.

Not because he didn’t trust the other, but more because he was scared his dysphoria would start acting up in the middle of it. He’d hate to call off sex because Arthur was too good at eating him out.

Taking a deep breath, he decided he’d risk it instead of missing out on the experience entirely. He gave Arthur a nod and watched the other’s face light up, leaning in to give him a kiss, passionate but soft in every way regardless. How the other did it, Gilbert couldn’t tell you, but it didn’t really matter to him all too much. He just knew that he loved every second of it.

Gentle fingers found their way towards the waistband of his pants, waiting for any sort of disapproval, before pulling them down, fast, and throwing them off the bed, obviously not caring where they landed. They would probably not get dressed for another few hours anyway.

His boxers soon followed suit and Gilbert felt exposed. Not that that was unexpected, he was naked from the waist down after all, but it felt different still. But it wasn’t bad, and the way Arthur was looking at him certainly helped to ease some of his nervousness.

He didn’t feel like a piece of meat ready to be devoured, which was the kind of treatment he usually received. Instead, Arthur looked at him like he’d never seen anything more precious before and Gilbert felt unable to say anything.

Romance didn’t come easy to either of them, they were both butting heads constantly, despite loving each other. But Gilbert was a cocky loud mouth that loved to brag and knew all the buttons he had to push within Arthur to make the other angry, and Arthur loved to complain and sometimes he sounded so bitter, Gilbert wondered if there was something he didn’t know about.

So having the same man that would glare at their neighbors for just existing as if that was a hate crime give him a look so filled with love and adoration sent shivers down his spine and made his breath hitch in his throat.

“I love you,” he said, despite himself, and Arthur chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “I love you, too.” And then, a smirk made it’s way onto Gilbert’s face. “Now, get to work.”

He watched the blond lick his lips before diving down and Gilbert gasped when he felt the other get to work.

Arthur was skilled with his tongue and now he wondered why he ever wanted to miss this. They shouldn’t have waited, because this felt incredible, and Gilbert could do nothing but moan and arch his back, one of his hands moving down to grip Arthur’s hair tightly as he felt the other’s tongue dive in and out of him.

He didn’t doubt that Arthur could get him off with just his tongue if he so pleased, but he knew that this wasn’t where they were heading tonight. It’s not what he’d want either. As corny and embarrassing as it sounded, he wanted to feel the other inside him and be as close to him as possible.

Though Arthur was taking his sweet time getting there and Gilbert tugged on Arthur’s hair, mainly involuntarily, but it served as a gesture for his boyfriend to stop as well, seeing as the other slowly sat up, a grin on his face.

“Looking good there, darling.”

If Gilbert could wipe his smug expression off of his face he would, but he had to catch his breath first before anything so instead he put on a smug grin of his own and sat up a bit.

“I always look good. I gotta say, you’re pretty skilled with your tongue. For a Brit.”

Arthur huffed and that’s exactly what Gilbert had hoped to achieve.

“What’s that even supposed to mean?”

Gilbert sat up a bit more, snickering sticking out his tongue at the other, which only caused Arthur to huff once again. It was a ridiculous statement anyway and Gilbert wasn’t even sure if there were any stereotypes regarding British men giving lousy head, but if it annoyed the other then it was worth it regardless.

Arthur rolled his eyes and Gilbert gave a hum, wrapping one of his arms around the other’s neck to pull him down. His grace was lacking though, and instead of sexily kissing his boyfriend he just made both of them lose their balance, making Arthur collapse on top of him on accident.

“Ouch,” Gilbert mumbled and made a face, though it quickly turned into a grin when he heard Arthur’s soft chuckling.

“You’re impossible,” the Brit huffed, sitting up again and capturing Gilbert’s lips in a kiss before the other could respond. Whatever hilarious thing Gilbert might’ve responded with was forgotten in favor of losing himself in the kiss, light and sweet as it may have been. When they parted he grinned at the other, ready to give some sarcastic remark about Arthur being heavy, but gasped instead as he felt fingers brush over his thigh. and then over his hole.

He didn’t protest the silent question, moaning when the first finger pressed into him, working him open slowly but surely, the digits sliding in an out one at a time while Arthur kissed along his neck.

Gilbert prided himself on having a comment for every situation and a joke for every opportunity that arose, but he held his tongue this time. He didn’t feel the need to say anything and instead focused on enjoying it, excitement coursing through him as he felt the other add another finger and then one more.

Arthur was taking his time and Gilbert couldn’t even complain. It was way different from the quick fucks he was used to, but it wasn’t unwelcome. One-night-stands felt impersonal and distant, but this felt warm and safe, a feeling he would love to lose himself in.

After a while, Arthur deemed him prepared enough and Gilbert definitely didn’t whine when the other pulled his fingers out (and if he did, it was incredibly manly), opening his eyes to look at Arthur, nodding before the other could even ask.

“Hurry up,” he said, but there was no spite in his voice. Maybe a bit of challenge, but overall his tone was soft, and the chuckle he got in response was as gentle as ever.

“My, you’re impatient.” “Well you kept me waiting for long enough. If you don’t hurry up I might have to find someone else to keep me company tonight.”

The slight air of annoyance that Arthur gave off was a win in Gilbert’s book.

“Fine. You win.”

Gilbert felt triumphant when his boyfriend lined himself up, a moan escaping him when the other finally pushed in.

He wasn’t sure what he’d been so nervous about before. Everything about this felt safe and normal, and like it was exactly what he’d been missing.

“You feel so good,” he heard Arthur mumble against his neck and Gilbert rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around him. “That’s the best dirty talk you got?”

In response he just got a single grumble before the blond man in his arms shut up in favor of concentrating on his movements. Slow, at first, building up a pace that Gilbert was enjoying greatly, before, eventually, he’d found a speed both of them were comfortable and happy with. One that had Gilbert throwing his head back in pleasure and left him wanting more.

To his luck Arthur had the amount of stamina that left Gilbert completely sated and satisfied.

“You’re pretty good at this,” he said, though his cocky tone was interrupted by a moan leaving his lips. “For a Brit.”

A smirk was on his face as he could practically feel the annoyance radiating off his boyfriend and if he hadn’t been so horny and lost in the moment he might have even laughed.

“Again? What the hell does that mean? What stereotype is this?” He did chuckle then before pulling Arthur closer. “Oh just shut up and kiss me.”

Arthur seemed happy enough to comply with that and Gilbert allowed himself to turn his brain off and relax. Have his boyfriend make him feel loved and safe and beautiful. And even after they were both done Arthur had laid down with him, craving the physical touch just as much as Gilbert did.

It was nice, to have a partner that matched up so well with his needs. They might clash on a lot of other fronts, but where it mattered they were compatible. Resting his head on Arthur’s chest and listening to the labored and uneven breathing, Gilbert glanced up at the other, giving him a smile.

“That was fucking amazing. I don’t know why I wanted to wait, you’re incredible in bed. Why didn’t you tell me about your sexpertise?”

And there it was again, that small annoyance followed by a look so fond it made Gilbert weak in the knees (in a totally manly and not embarrassing way).

“Maybe because I wanted to avoid this conversation.” A laugh, from both of them this time. “Or maybe I just wanted you to be pleasantly surprised.”

Translation notes:

“Und jetzt noch mal ernsthaft.” = "Say it again but seriously this time." (not a word for word translation.) “Ich bin mir sicher, versprochen. Ich will das.” = "I'm sure, I promise. I want this."

#hetalia #pruk #hws prussia #hws germany #prueng #engpru #asobh #of course the first thing i wrote for this au was smut #except they dont even fuck until we're almost at the end #sorry for everyone thats didappointed #no beta we die like prussia #trans prussia

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