I Don't Believe It's There: PruCan

You Guys are Loud

Gilbert's (Prussia's) POV

Matthew quickly shifted his knees up to his chest and hid his face. Was he really this upset? "Hey now," I said in a hushed voice, "What's wrong?"

He lifted his face, making me backpedal a step. That facial expression he had, it wasn't "sad". His eyebrows were pushed together, eyes hooded, lips delicately parted and his cheeks were lit a bright pink. My face heated up in shame when a vision went across my head. That same face, him sprawled across my bed... me looming over him. I mentally slapped myself. How could I let myself think that?

"Gilbert..." He called, "Why'd you have to get out of the shower now?"

The way he said my name, combined with his expression, gave me full hard on. I tried my best to hide it under the towel. Calming myself, I asked him again, "Are you alright?"

He looked like he was about to cry. "We-Well it's just that you were naked an-and then you were talking and I... I..."

The way he was squirming, it almost seemed... Then it hit me. "You're... Horny?"

That seemed to set off the Canadian. "Don't say it l-like that! It's only- mh!"

I interrupted him by moving his wrists away and forcing myself onto his lips. He didn't decline, however sudden it was. We parted and stared at each other. I looked at the variations of blue in his eyes. Now that I was this close, I could see that there was a yellow tone in the middle of his eyes, disappearing as his pupils grew larger. "Gilbert," he breathed, "You're still weak."

"Don't worry," I purred. "Unless you were planning on me going rough?"

"Wai-Wait! We were gonna do that!?"

I smirked, "Only if you let it happen." At this point, I let my ravenous instincts take over as my lips went to his neck, nibbling where his collar and neck met. As this happened, I began unbuttoning his already loose dress shirt, then proceeded to throw it with the pile of my clothes. He stiffened when my hand brushed over one of his pecks.

I smile deviously, "Ohh? Sensitive here?" I rubbed my fingers across his nipple, making him cry out. Then he slapped a hand over his mouth, realizing the noise we were making. With that, I turned on the water faucet again. "There. That should be a little better."

I looked back at him, witnessing his own erection. His jeans were already unbuttoned, but not completely down. I was impressed. He had a good package going on. "Gilbert," his eyes darted left and right. "What if Germany hears?"

"If you don't want to, then I'll stop." I say that, but honestly I hope he doesn't reject.

"Well... It's not like I don't want to..." he bit his lip. Does he know what he's doing to me?

I brought his chin up with my hand and whispered, "Then it's okay."

He didn't fight when I kissed his lips. I realized his lower lip was slightly swollen. He must've been biting pretty hard.

His hands had trailed up to my back, tracing the scars that etched across. I shudder from the contact of his fingers against my bare back. My hand went to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. He paused for a second when my other hand made it's way down his stomach to his lower region. I stopped as well, my eyes asking for permission. He nodded slowly then dragged out a long sigh when my hand wrapped around his stem.

"You know..." he exhaled, "I was pretty close before you got out of the shower."

"Good thing I got out when I did," I murmur in his ear, "or else I could've missed this." I kept stroking him until he started pushing me away.