A/N: Right, so there is ACTUAL SMUT in this chapter, so if human/nation smut squicks you out then don't read.

That kiss was like a battle in of itself, harsh and dominating as their tongues slid against each other, trying to find a victor. It was hard to tell which of them was moaning but neither of them thought that was very important at the moment. Gilbert pulled his king even closer to him and held him tightly because fuck this felt so amazing and it was taking all of his willpower not to collapse onto the desk as a horny puddle of goo and there was no way in hell he was letting Fritz get away from him now. He didn't even notice what Fritz's hands were doing until Fritz pulled away from him and started kissing his neck instead, his cravat suddenly missing. The pale man gasped and shuddered as he felt Fritz's mouth on him, sucking and biting all around his neck and leaving wet red marks wherever he went, like footprints mapping a journey. He was vaguely aware of Fritz tossing the cravat carelessly over his shoulder before the hand in his hair tightened and forced his head back, exposing his entire throat.

He gasped again when Frederick nibbled on him gently, slowly dragging his teeth across that sensitive spot on his shoulder that had him going limp and leaning back even more to give him more access. He felt a smile against his skin before Fritz's hands started to roam, satisfied that he was going to say like that; immediately the hands went for the buttons of his shirt and started to undo them, years of practice causing him to stop at each for only a few seconds. Then his mouth was everywhere, or so it seemed as his kisses went further down, lingering across his collar and the hollow of his throat and then trailing downwards.

Not to be outdone, the nation tried to mirror Fritz's actions, his deft fingers clutching at his coat and almost ripping of the buttons in their haste to get them off. He was halfway through with the task and digging into his waistcoat when his hands were suddenly grabbed and forced back onto the desk. Fritz's hands dug firmly into his own and his leader let some of his weight rest on top of them, pinning them in place. Gilbert was about to protest but it turned into a low moan when Fritz sucked on a nipple, dragging his tongue tantalizingly slow over the pec. Another moan was torn out when Fritz straightened up and that warm, wet muscle licked all the way back to his neck and left little sparks of electricity in its wake.

Fritz's lips teased at his jaw, his kisses feather-light against his skin. "Shhh…" he whispered gently, teasing the corners of his mouth. "We don't want anyone to come in here, do we?" he murmured and Prussia wanted to just melt right on the spot because oh he was using that tone which made all of his bones turn to sponge and he could feel his blood rushing south. Prussia couldn't have put two coherent words together even if he tried so he simply turned his head and kissed his leader once more, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as if threatening to bite down. Fritz made a strangled noise and bit him back in return, feeling the body beneath his start to tremble.

Fritz's hands gently lifted off of Gilbert's, but the squeeze he gave them made it perfectly clear that he didn't want Gilbert moving them. He trailed them up and down the wonderful chest that was brazenly displayed in front of him, begging for his lick and touch. He went slow, alternating between fingertip touches to scraping his nails across every erogenous zone that he knew until he had Gilbert literally squirming under him and gasping for more. And he hadn't so much as touched his breeches yet.

He smirked widely and dug his nails into a hip, causing Gilbert to jump from the sensation. "Stop iiit…" Gilbert whined, his voice barely above a whisper.

Frederick blinked in surprise. "Stop what I'm doing?" he asked, pinching a nipple with his free hand. "I was under the impression that you wanted this."

"Nngh! Stop—stop the teasing," Gilbert managed to pant out and rolled his hips, grinding their clothed erections together.

The king shuddered and pressed himself closer so his could feel Gilbert's entire length rubbing against him. "But this is so much fun," he replied, breathing the words into his lover's ear softly. He couldn't seem to keep his hands still and the one on Gilbert's hip dipped down, slipping a finger into his breeches teasingly. He traced the waistline and chuckled when he saw Gilbert twitching in anticipation.

"Goddammit Fritz," his nation panted, wanting so badly to just grab his King and force him to fuck him, but he couldn't seem to move his hands at all. He thrusted his hips again, moaning at the friction of them rubbing together. "Gods Fritz, don't make me beg, just, your hands, I—" whatever he was going to say was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Fritz slipped his entire hand into his breeches but oh, for the love of heaven why wouldn't he touch him?

Fritz hummed a little in his throat and traced small circles on his nation's thigh, deliberately avoiding the part that begged most for his attention. "Yes, my hands," he murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself. "Do you know why I'm so good with them?" Frederick was hardly a modest man, and humans in general tended to be rather boastful when others lauded them on a certain skill they possessed.

Prussia really wasn't concerned with that at the moment, but if he figured that if he went along with whatever the hell Fritz was playing at them he might finally get him to do something. "Why?" he asked breathlessly.

"It's because I'm a musician," Fritz said, his lips right by Gilbert's ear as if he was telling him a secret. He nibbled on his ear gently and brought his other hand down, hooking a finger into Gilbert's breeches.

The words hardly registered in Gilbert's brain, but when they did his brows furrowed a little. "Bullshit," he managed to say past the hands that were moving oh-so-slowly towards his dick and if Fritz was going to spend his entire time talking about music then swear to gods he'd—

A deep, throaty chuckle right by his ear almost had him melting again. "Au contraire, mon amour, I've learned that out of all other lovers, musicians tend to have the best skill with their hands." Fritz was kissing him again, lavishing his neck with more ministrations and stopping between each to speak. "That's because we're so sensitive with our instruments and so aware of how one little touch can change everything about the music we play, that playing little lovers' games like this seems to come more naturally. At least, that is what I have deduced over the years." He started to drag Gilbert's breeches down and the nation could feel his breaths increasing with every second that went by, his muscles clenching and unclenching in sweet anticipation as his King gently pulled the fabric away from his dick so that his movements could be unrestricted. "That's why I love to see musicians play," Fritz went on, sounding a little breathless himself. "To watch their hands move so skillfully across their instruments, oh it is a glorious thing to see; I can tell just how skilled they are by merely watching them play."

His words, the sensual way he spoke them, as if they were a caress, were making Gilbert's toes curl inside his boots. And yet a small part of him frowned at the implications those words brought. Did…did his King have a hand fetish? He wanted to ask but now was most definitely not the time since he still had a cock and all and Fritz seemed bent on ignoring it. "Well, now is a perfect time to practice your playing on my flute," he said, pushing up again to show his King exactly what he meant by that.

Fritz let out a short laugh. "It astounds me how you can say that with a straight face," he said, pulling away to favor him with an affectionate smile. His eyes seemed so warm and open at that moment, as blue as a clear summer sky or sun-kissed cornflowers and Gilbert probably could have lost himself in that gaze alone if they didn't close as Fritz's lips met his. Just as he kissed Fritz's hand suddenly moved and gripped around his cock in a perfect, tight grip and gave him a hard pump. He gasped in surprise and he felt Fritz's tongue moving past his lips, forcing him open pushing in so deep deeply thatit was as if the man was fucking his mouth and claiming every inch as his own territory. A guttural moan came from his throat, which Fritz greedily swallowed as if he meant to take that as well. They broke apart entirely too soon, panting and flushed with a tiny string of spit still connecting their lips together. Fritz gave his oversensitive lower lip a bite, making him jump again, and moved down, quickly getting on his knees without a flourish. Prussia felt his heart hammering madly at the sight.

The brief glimpse of affection was gone, replaced with a burning passion that made Fritz's eyes look darker, like the blue-gray waters of a deep lake. His hand was still on his cock and he tightened his grip again, holding him in a wonderful vice before he licked his lips and then moved forward to brush his lips across the swollen head. Prussia clenched his teeth tightly to stop the moan that immediately wanted to free itself at the sensation and leaned further into the desk to give Fritz a better access. The monarch didn't seem to notice, too intent on his work to pay attention to the little gestures of his kingdom. His tongue came out, prodding along the wet slit and licking away the drops of precum he found there before swirling around the entire head.

This time the moan broke free and Gilbert had to grip the desk again so that his hands would stay still. He wanted so desperately to grab Fritz by the hair and push him all the way in, eager to disappear into that hot and wet mouth entirely, but he knew from experience that that only worked near the end. Suddenly he felt cold air and his eyes snapped open, staring blearily down at Fritz, who was leaning back and merely running his hand up and down his length. "Fritz…" he said once he found his voice again.

Fritz grinned evilly, his eyes sliding half-closed too give him a sultry look that had his cock twitching in his grip. "Say please," Fritz taunted, licking his lips teasingly.

"Fuuuccckkk…" Gilbert hissed out, his entire body shuddering from the wonderful friction that was running up and down his length. He felt hot and swollen all over, his skin wanting desperately to be touched. He could feel sweat rolling down his back and lust rising up within him, but that hand around his cock kept him firmly in place.

"Wrong answer," Fritz said, letting his nails trace lightly down, watching how Gilbert's muscles quivered at the sensation.

"Please," Gilbert gasped out, his voice strangled.

Fritz pretended not to hear him, taking his other hand and running his fingers along the shaft as well, loving the velvety smoothness of the skin under his fingertips. That was another good thing about musicians, he chalked up mentally, their fingers were more sensitive. He was so engrossed in his study that at first he didn't notice that the voice that was filling the room.

"Pleassee Fritz, gods, pleeaaassse…"

A wicked smile crossed his face. Gilbert was begging, he had gotten The Awesome Prussia to beg for him, a simple human. The rush of power felt amazing, but he merely gave the cock in his hand another squeeze before he opened his mouth and took it partially in, starting to suck and lick at him. Gilbert groaned loudly and slapped his hand up to his mouth before it even ended, biting into his own skin so that he wouldn't make any loud noises. The pain was just another rush to add to the heavenly sensations that Fritz was already wringing from him, yet somehow he managed to keep himself quiet with it. His hips shot forward a little and buried his shaft deeper into his King's mouth, and then there were firm hands on his hips, holding him still.

Fritz lightly stroked over his hipbones with his thumbs, feeling the muscles underneath as they tried not to thrust again. He let his own muscles relax and went further, pushing his tongue against the underside of Gilbert's dick as he drew it deeper into his mouth, filling it entirely. He listened to Gilbert's heavy panting and the little whimpers that managed to escape his hand, but he wanted to hear more than that. He dug his fingers in Gilbert's hips and pulled him closer, forcing him past his gag reflex and swallowing him entirely until his lips were at the base of his cock and his nose tickling the pale hairs growing around it. The intoxicating scent that was pure Gilbert, pure him filled his lungs and made his heart race as lust flamed inside of him. A sound that was part whimper and part scream reached his ears as Gilbert threw back his head and howled into his hand, biting down so hard that he drew blood. The sound went right through him and he shuddered, digging his fingers into his hips again and then pulling away so he could gasp for air. Gilbert immediately whined again at the loss of heat but the pause lasted for a bare second before Fritz's mouth was on him again, his tongue swirling around his length and one of his hands cupping his balls and squeezing gently.

The whole new sensation almost made his knees give out and the only thing that saved him was the fact that he was still leaning quite heavily against the desk for support. He was vaguely aware of the wood creaking as more of his weight rested on it but he couldn't give a flying fuck about that right now even if he wanted to. He glanced down to watch his lover, and crimson met azure. Fritz's eyes locked with his and Gilbert watched in awe as he worked up and down, his movements quickening and becoming harsher with each suck. Soft pants escaped him and it was hard to draw a proper breath, but the dizziness just added to his high and gods he felt like he was flying right now.

Frederick squeezed his hip gently before gripping his cock once more with his hand, enveloping his entire member in a hard grip so he didn't have to deep throat him again. He twisted his hand back and forth and sucked as if his life depended on it, filling the room with soft, wet noises. He put his heart into what he did, craving the exquisite sounds that Gilbert made the same way a starving man craved bread, using every trick he could think of to bring him to his climax. He listened as Gilbert's breaths rose in pitch and his muscles started to spring tight again, twitching erratically underneath him. If his mouth wasn't filled with Gilbert's cock then he would have grinned, although that could have either been a good thing or a bad thing.

He let his lips expose his teeth and gently dragged them down Gilbert's length, hearing a muffled shout reach his ears, and then he sucked has hard as he could. He could feel him pulsing in his hand and he tightened the grip he had on him and rubbed the thick vein on the underside of the dick with his thumb.

Gilbert's hips shot forward and he heard himself screaming helplessly into his hand; the combination of the sucking, the tight squeezing on his shaft, the stroking of his vein and the other hand on his balls was just too fucking much. "OHFUCKME!" he screamed, the words garbled by his hand as he came, his vision flashing as the pressure within him snapped.

Fritz swallowed as the first spurts of cum went into his mouth and he kept stroking, milking his nation for everything that he had until his orgasm left him. He left his softening dick fall out of his mouth and wiped his lips with his hand, looking up at Gilbert. The sight was amazing: Gilbert's eyes half lidded and his face flushed the most delicious red that Fritz had ever seen, his expression one of pure bliss. His lips were slightly parted and still moist and swollen from when his had bitten them to stop himself from moaning and screaming. It was a sight to come over.

Actually…

He was still so hard, his own dick having been neglected throughout the entire affair. Without a second thought he undid his own breeches and started to stroke himself, keeping his eyes in Gilbert's face the entire time. He chewed his lip just as Gilbert had done to keep himself quiet and he was profoundly glad when he came as well, his oversensitive cock not taking near as much time as Gilbert's had.

He stood up shakily, pulling his breeches back up and staring at the milky fluid coating his hand. Dammit, he should have used his handkerchief instead, that would have been so much easier to clean up—

His thought was interrupted by a hand, bloodied by teeth marks, grabbing his wrist. Prussia gently but insistently dragged him forward and then leaned down to lick his hand, lapping up every bit of cum he could find. Fritz made a noise of protest, but it was half-hearted at best. He was enchanted by the way Gilbert suckled at him, going over every inch of his hand almost tenderly before leaving it perfectly clean. When his hand was finally free he stepped closer and tilted Gilbert's head up so he could look him in the eyes; they were a beautiful scarlet and gazed at him so fondly that he knew without a doubt that he was the only one who was ever allowed to see it. It was a gaze full of love, and it was all for him.

Prussia's hands were finally free, and he wound them around Fritz's waist, interlocking his fingers against his back. He pulled his King closer and kissed him softly, licking past his lips and Fritz could taste himself on Gilbert's tongue, probably just the same as Gilbert could taste him. "You know," the nation whispered into his mouth, his voice husky and like silk, "if this is how every one of your lessons go, I could learn to really like them."

His chest heaved with silent laughter. "Well, that depends on how much your playing improves with my lessons," he whispered back, winding his hand into his hair and bringing him back down for another kiss.

A/N: Annnd here I am, making you suffer through my crappy smut again. I'm so sorry ;-;

...I don't really know what to say other than this story gave me the hottest mental image ever. It was completely delicious. 8D

Yeah thanks to a conversation with my fellow author Arya May, I now have the headcanon of Fritz being like, a demigod or something with his hands, and this I sorta guess the musician conversation was me trying to find a reason why XD
Yes, headcanon Fritz does indeed have a hand fetish. No idea in hell WHY but he does.