hazukasii

Title: Don't Speak To Me/Don't Look At Me
Author: hazukasii
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Language: English
Genre: pron
Characters: France, England
Pairings: France/England/France
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ... pron. Also author's own, weird and embarrassing kinks showing
Timeline: Probably modern day, didn't really think about it
Summary: France likes England being quiet: solution? Gag him! England doesn't like to be the only one: solution? Blindfold France! Sex ensues. x_x

Inspired by France's character introduction that says he likes England when he's quiet and this fancomic at Pixiv where England blindfolds France (to be able to cry in his arms without him seeing or whatever).

Also, I fail at writing beginnings to pieces like this, so I just skipped straight to the point, pretty much. Who cares how they ended up like this, the main thing is that they did, riiight.




"But then I won't see you being cute with your mouth gagged!"

"Well you can do me first! J-just because I don't want you to mess it up with your eyes bound..."

"Hm... very well then." France sighed, disappointed. But he took off his scarf and pressed it over England's mouth. "Open up..." England obeyed and he arranged the cloth in his mouth and turned him around to tie it from behind. Then he turned him around again to take in the sight of England, gagged, embarrassed and blushing. He devoured the sight, knowing he wouldn't be allowed to look for too long.

England got impatient very soon and opened his own scarf's knot and turned France around in his turn to bind his eyes with rough urgency.

"Aië", France yelped. "It's too tight!" He lifted his hands to arrange the cloth better while England grudgingly (he could tell) bound it again, more gently.

Vision gone, his breathing and England's seemed suddenly louder and clearer, almost concrete and touchable. And yes, he could feel England's breath in his neck. He found himself surprisingly aroused by this new play. He felt as if even his skin was growing more sensitive.

He turned around and fumbled for England, his hands finding his neck and hair and he pulled him closer. Englands hands tentatively slid their way around his waist and hips and down, on his arse. He chuckled. "Already groping me? In such a hurry, mon vieux", he teased and pressed himself against England's body. England made a noise in complaint but he couldn't speak with the cloth pressing into his mouth. France laughed heartily. It was going to be amusing. He stretched out his neck and searched for the other's cheek, soon finding it, and gave it a small lick. Then he moved downwards to kiss his chin and neck.

England tightened his grip on his arse and shivered and grunted at his kisses. France laughed and breathed on his neck, teasing the sensitive skin, before moving further down. At the same time his hands slid down as well and started opening the buttons of England's shirt. England's hands moved upwards to his hair and on to his arms, only laying them over them lightly.

Once France was done with his shirt, England suddenly disappeared from his touch and he let out a small "oh" of surprise, his hands fumbling around rather stupidly before he let them fall to his sides. He could hear England moving, the rustle of clothes. "What are..." he started but then England's fingers were on his trousers, opening the fly. "Ah that's better." He occupied his own hands with his own shirt and had almost gotten rid of it by the time England had pulled his trousers and pants down. He stepped off them and England was gone again.

After standing there a little while fully nude and without an idea of the other's location he got impatient. "Now where did you go already. I know you are watching me." England grunted again, not too far away after all. "Ah... Don't leave me in the dark, cheri." He held out his hand and England did take it, France took advantage of that and caught him into his arms. Just to make sure, he put his hand on England's mouth to check if the scarf was still there and England wasn't cheating. It was.

"Good boy. Take us to the bed", he whispered and felt England shiver. He let himself be led, having only rough idea of the bed's location. England directed him to sit on the mattress and crawled on his lap, stradling his hips. The damned bastard was still wearing trousers? "What is this? Didn't you take these off yet?" England growled and pushed him down onto his back. But France wasn't going to give up so easily. He managed to turn them over and groped his way to England's waist and start working to get them off.

England grumbled but he was firm. "No, no, I don't want anything between us, darling", he said playfully and bend down to kiss England, forgetting the gag for a moment, though he did remember it by the time he actually found England's mouth. He'd probably managed to hit his collarbone at first and it took him a moment to locate his face. Once he got to the mouth he settled for nibbling his lips since kissing lost much of it charm with a mouthful of cloth on the way. England complained a bit by groaning but he ignored it.

Then France crawled back to his legs and pulled off the rest of the intrusive clothes. "Thaat's better~" he purred against England's thighs and proceeded to kiss his legs up and down. The other made some delicious muffled sounds and wiggled a little under his touch. He murmured appreciative words against his skin, getting more and more aroused. Now if he could take off the blindfold and see his partner, it would be perfect. Just imagining England wiggling and blushing under his ministrations send him into a bliss. He slid his fingers along England's skin, his mouth still kissing one leg held up high by his other hand, and he touched, not to feel but to see. His hand grabbed a light feel of England's penis, just to check how hard it was getting and he moved onwards, on the wringled, tense belly, on the restlessly swifting sides... Then England grabbed his hand and tried to make him touch him harder, to touch him on the places he liked to be touched. And funnily France almost hadn't realized what his light brushes had done to him.

He chuckled. "Let me feel you. I how else can I find out how much you are enjoying my work?" England wouldn't let go but he didn't exactly oppose either so France sighed and kept going with England's hand on his, finding the hardened nipples but not doing anything more to them, then England's neck and the tensed muscles under the skin... at this point he noticed he had stopped kissing the leg and realized that what he really wanted to do now was to keep feeling England. He let go of the leg and lifted himself up a bit to straddle England's left thigh and press down, working with his hands and mouth all over England's body, feeling and sensing the skin, the softness broken by numerous scars, the muscles, tensing and relaxing in turns, the hair, ever so rough, the face, so hot and somehow unfamiliar to his hands, much more so than the body. He made a mental note to touch the face more often. He pressed a bit harder, his both hands on England's face now, finding and tracing the bones that made up his features.

England was surprisingly silent now, surprisingly yielding. "What is it?" he asked, unknowingly whispering. "You are so quiet."

England grumbled. Of course I'm quiet, I'm gagged, you twit! he complained in his mind but couldn't say it out loud, obviously. He felt his face heating up. He hadn't realized he had been quiet before France pointed it out.

He had been watching. And he still was. Because France couldn't see him, because France's expressions were betraying some gentle, curious feeling as he touched him. It was strange to see him like that, without the wicked smirk in his eyes. It was like not being able to see had made France forget about him being able to see.

It seemed like France realized or sensed that he was being watched because his face blushed as well. Then he smiled. "I wish I could kiss you. I'm sure you are looking adorable, being so nice and quiet." England growled a bit at that but didn't... well do anything else to protest. France kissed his neck instead, making him shiver pleasantly. If not for those kisses he'd rather have had France gagged as well. But that damned mouth was a skilled one. Now it was kissing behind his ears and then licking his earlobe and all he could do was shiver and sigh through his nose.

Then he snapped out of it. He wasn't going to let France steal the whole game. And he certainly wasn't going to let a blindfolded man fuck him, that sounded far too difficult.

Also, he thought as he turned the surpised and yelping France around to his back and straddled him, he had to admit that the thought of taking France blindfolded was quite fucking hot.

France pouted. "Now, cheri, you're not being cute at all--ah!" England had bend down to nuzzle his neck. France couldn't see what he was doing, he mused to himself, he would only have to make sure he didn't make a sound or touch. It would be interesting indeed.

He couldn't kiss, lick or bite, though, which was a shame, so he only caressed the side of France's neck with his nose. Then he took a deep smell, taking in France's scent of sweat and aftershave and something with a hint of rose. France's breath hardened. England smirked inwardly. Well, well, he thought and moved his nose to the other side, sniffing there as well, laying his hands on France's chest and swifting his face all over France, tasting his smell. France was oversensitive, he could tell. His breath on his skin alone made him shiver and gasp and it was not like him at all. He would moan and laugh and babble, but never just shiver and gasp.

England pulled himself up and ran his fingers lightly along France's sides. France let out a trembling sigh. "Salaud", he mumbled and England chuckled at him in his turn. His hands made their way down on France's thighs and he bend down again, to take a smell of the musky odour around the still quickly hardening penis. He let his nose run through the trail of hair to the navel and dipped it in for a second which made France's hips shudder violently. Talking about hair, he found the right hand armpit now and smelled the pungent scent there.

"Pouah! Sal pervers..." France chuckled and laughed but moved his arm up to give England better access.

England sat up again and watched France while stroking his leg thoughtfully. France's arms were up on each side of his head and his head was turned to the approximate direction of England's face. He was breathing heavily and somewhat disjointedly. In general, he was just looking pretty damn fuckable. On purpose, most probably. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked, trying to sound teasing. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut for one minute, unless it was made busy in other ways, it seemed. An image came to England's mind, of France blindfolded and his cock in his mouth, and as a shudder run through his body, he decided he would like to try that in real life.

He sat up on his knees and grabbed France's shoulders and pulled him to sit up as well. "Hein?" the other let out, confused, but soon got the idea (with a pleased "oh!") and adjusted his position as England grabbed his hair and pulled his head down. He obediently opened his mouth for England to guide to his erection and slowly swalloed him whole. Once his mouth had found the cock, he didn't need more help, being far too experienced to need sight for giving an amazing blowjob. England only kept his hand on his hair to rub his skalp to urge him on.

France only used his mouth, keeping his hands on the bed for support, and he licked England's penis like a sweet cool popsicle on a hot day. He licked it from the base to the tip and from the tip to the base, and played his tongue around it, sucked the tip, turned his head and sucked the side, then the skin around the base. England watched and had nothing to complain about. He enjoyed the skillful tease and let out lazy, appreciative moans. It wasn't before France started to get serious that he grabbed his hair again to stop him and pulled him back. He didn't want it to end yet, no, and he knew that if France got to business he wouldn't be able to stop it before he was long gone.

The penis slid out of France's mouth and he licked his lips and turned his face up with a disappointed pout. "Had enough already?" England groaned at that, needing all his constraint not to give in to temptation. Instead he guided France to his nipples, holding his head against his chest while he moved closer to the head of the bed and his free hand started rummaging the bedside table. France's mouth seemed happy to get something new to molest.

He found the lube and the condoms, hesitated on the latter for a while but then decided he probably had all France's STDs already anyway so fuck protection. Then he glanced at France, still busy with his nipple and pondered on which position he'd like. The missionary was probably the best. He wanted to see France's face, what fun would it be otherwise? He tipped them both back down and would have kissed France if... well. He could of course take the gag off and bind France with it so he couldn't remove his own but... they didn't really do things like that without the other's consent anymore. Maybe he could talk France into it some other time.

He lay lightly on top of him for a moment, relaxing. Then he sat up again, opened the tube and began working on France's anus. France grabbed his own ankles and pulled his legs up to help. He made a rather quick job with it, then pulled out and made a questioning noise. "Je suis prêt", the other replied, smiling, so England pushed slowly in. He disengaged France's hands from his ankles and lead his legs around his waist and then bend over above France to look at him straight in the face. "No", France objected. "Go deeper." England obliged. He straightened up and lifted France's hips up with his arms to push all the way in. France moaned pleasedly and moved his hips in circles. England made a gruff noise of pleasure himself too at the warm tightness around his cock and the massaging movements. Then he started to move himself, finding a steady common rythm with France quickly enough. He kept his eyes on France's face and thrusted deep, deep inside. France soon took his own penis into his both hands and England didn't object, glad he didn't have to change the position he found more than enjoyable. France's legs were pressed tight around his waist and he was still pushing himself against the thrusts while his both hands worked on his own erection and he threw his head back, moaning in pleasure.

He came first in his own hands, his muscles clenching around England's cock and his hips shuddered while he kept moving and his moans where deep and low and languid and England could feel the vibrations on his member. France was using his muscles to press around him and he came soon after, riding the ejaculation to its end. He then stayed still for a moment, panting through his noise, before collapsing on France who was already relaxed. He gathered his last strenght to take of the scarf and took gasping breaths now that his mouth was free. France could probably tell it was off but was probably too tired to bother untying his.

England took advantage of his now freed mouth and gave France a sloppy kiss, best he could while still tired and panting. France answered it languidly, panting as well, their breaths mixing up. Then England let his head fall across France's shoulder and just rested. France patted him on the back. "Bon job."






Yes, I do have a huge liking for both England topping and France bottoming, no matter who they are with (even though I do like it the other way too). But also it just makes helluva more sense for the blindfolded one NOT topping and for the gagged one NOT bottoming, right? I think the bottom needs to be able to speak so he/she can say if there's something wrong, y'know. Unless they want it and trust their partner enough, of course.