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Maria headed inside from a surprisingly short day of work. The fruits were growing nicely, the rodents were finally under control, and the weather had been appropriately sunny for the apricots to grow in nearly as well as at home. She took off her hat and boots at the side door and took a deep breath.
It was nice inside their home. Rosey was always making something in the kitchen, Bauer’s latest paintings rested on the easel near the windows to dry while he was working in town, and Maria’s own needle work (her latest endeavor into the arts) rested on the coffee table where she had left it earlier in the day.
“Back so soon?” Rosey asked from the couch. He had the newspaper open in his hand while his coffee cooled next to him. He wasn’t even fully dressed for the day, wearing only his slacks and under shirt along with messy bed head. “How are the trees?” Maria sat next to him and took his coffee from him.
“Oh, you know how it is. This French climate isn’t good for much, but the apricots might come close to what Austria offers.” She watched Rosey roll his eyes and drop his arm around her shoulders.
“You know it’s hotter here than Vienna.” He unfolded the newspaper to show the weather forecast. “Though, it’s almost close enough to be the same. It is rainier here.” Maria took the newspaper out of his hand and tossed it to the table in front of them.
“It might be the same numbers, but it doesn’t feel the same. Lemons and pears don’t have any need for numbers . All they care about is the sun, and the rain, and the soil. They know we aren’t in Vienna where they would grow the sweetest, and I have to work extra hard to make up for it.” Rosey bit back a laugh at her philosophy.
“It certainly does feel the same. I sweat just as badly in this sun.” He pinched her cheek. “Those fruits have never seen the Austrian sun, either. They’ve only just started growing.” Maria laughed.
“Ah, but their seeds came from trees in Herzstadt. They know their heritage as well as we do.” Rosey watched her drink his coffee before beginning on a speech he had heard many times over. “People only think of fruit as something to eat, never considering the fact that they’re just as aware as we are. They don’t have eyes and voices, but they’re still incredibly knowledgeable! They can turn and face the sun, they know when to turn off receiving nutrients! Even the trees have deep communication between them through their root systems! There is so much that-“ Rosey placed his hand over her cheek and pulled her into a quick kiss.
“You know you’re so much smarter than you let on.” He watched her blush against her own will. He knew little compliments dropped unexpectedly tended to fluster her. “How are Victor’s crops?” He asked, just trying to push the conversation away from screaming oranges and weeping pears. She put the coffee cup down and pulled him back in for another kiss.
“You know how Victor is.” She rolled her eyes and pulled him down to rest his weight over her. “He’s very smart, and he understands how plants work but if I didn’t step in he would’ve flooded his garden yet again.” Rosey laughed as he kissed down her neck slowly.
“I’ll admit, when he wanted to start an herb garden to supplement his clients in town I thought he would be better at gardening.” He rested his hands on her waist. “I suppose it must be much harder than he expected. Not all of us can grow anything like you can.” He felt her gently playing with his hair. “And in this less than ideal climate, I might add.” She laughed, even as he picked on her.
“If you keep being this charming I might have to do something about it.” She pulled him back in for another kiss before allowing him to rearrange them on the less than large couch.
“Oh? What might you have to do?” His hands moved to rest under her blouse against her skin.
“Well, I fucked Victor on this couch, it would only be fair if I had you as well.” She bit at his neck and pulled him closer by the collar of his undershirt. Rosey laughed at her suggestion.
“I love you very much, but I do not prefer that particular position.” She pulled back and narrowed her eyes at him.
“I’ve seen Victor get to have you! Why can’t I?” Her face scrunched up in a way Rosey had seen before. He knew she was ready to put her foot down and say something she didn’t mean well before he had the chance to open his mouth.
“I very rarely let him do that.” He kissed her face again. “But I would rather be the one doing the fucking.” Her frown didn’t move.
“So next time you want that, you’ll let me do it? You can ask Victor, I do a wonderful job.” She seemed to want to find middle ground but Rosey was being as stubborn as she was.
“I’m sure you do, but no. Victor might be a waiting hole to anyone that might fill it but I am not like that. Sex is different for me than sex you’re used to.” He was attempting to continue to kiss her when she pushed him away.
“Like hell it is. You get to rail into me all the time. I think it’s only fair that I get the chance once .” She was offended that he would turn her down that easily. He grabbed her jaw and raised his eyebrows.
“There is a difference between vaginal and anal sex, dear. There’s a different trick to anal sex, and only Victor has been able to satisfy me in that way.” He tilted her face to force eye contact. “It is nothing personal, Maus . It’s just not worth trying” She rolled her eyes.
“There is a trick to it? That’s such a bad excuse. You could teach me that trick, you know.” She watched him chuckle nervously.
“So what? You want to try anal sex?” He laughed softly. “I don’t think you’ll like it.” She rolled her eyes and pushed him so he was flat on his back. Her leg came over his side to sit over his hips.
“And? If I don’t like it then we can stop and do something else.” She shrugged. “It isn’t fair for you to tell me that you don’t like something and then not even let me figure out if I like it.” Her hands rested on Rosey’s shoulders while she spoke. “Besides, if you know this trick , then I should learn from the best, right?” She ground her hips against him to try to turn him on.
“Fine, but we’ll have to do it in the bedroom. It takes far more effort than it would normally.” His hands rested on her hips while he spoke.
“Fine.” She shrugged and got off of him. She held her hand down for him to take, and she led him to their room.
**
Rosey’s hands slid from her shoulders down her back to her shapely rear. He squeezed her gently before moving his hands back up to her shoulders.
“You’ll be uncomfortable for a moment, Maus .” His hands moved back down her back, making her sigh.
“Okay.” Her voice was high in her throat. She was anxious to get on with it, but Rosey was determined to take his time. He leaned down and kissed his way to her tailbone achingly slowly while letting his fingers brush over the one place she hadn’t been. Rosey pulled his hand away to spit onto his fingers and returned them to gently circle the tight ring of muscle. He added a bit of pressure with every loop he made, trying to ease her open slowly.
“I don’t know why you want to do this when you have a perfectly good cunt already.” His free hand moved from between her shoulders to rest between her thighs and run a finger through her folds.
“Just fucking do it , Gui.” She rocked back against him, making him pull back completely. She groaned and dropped her head onto the pillow beneath her. “What is stopping you!” She knew she sounded like a brat, but she wasn’t sure what else to do to get him to move on.
“Be patient, or we aren’t doing this.” His words betrayed him, pushing his finger into her up to the first knuckle, even as he sounded like he was denying her. She yelped in surprise and froze her movements of rebellion. “See? Now you’re tense again, and you must be relaxed or you’ll hurt yourself.” His finger went back to gently circling, but he let his finger push in every few rounds.
“I’m trying to relax, but I’m so wound up, please just fuck me already, please .” She whined and rocked back again, timing it so his finger had to push in farther. His free hand came to her hip and held her still.
“Maria.” He was being stern with her again. Maria rolled her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at him. His face was bright red, showing that he was clearly enjoying Maria like this.
“Yes?“ she felt her breath catch as her blush rose high over her own cheeks. She was going to take control, or perhaps be impatient towards him again, but she was stopped by only the look on his face. Rosey began pumping his finger into her slowly until he felt confident enough to pull away.
His free hand moved to pull the lubricant from beside himself and cover the finger he was just using. Maria held her breath, expecting the finger to feel as jarring as it had the first time.
“Oh?” She squeezed her eyes shut, wondering if they would ever move past this.
“Okay, darling?” Rosey had leaned back down to rest his cheek against her lower back. She shook her head.
“I’m fine.” She reassured him. “It’s just strange. Different but… not really? I don’t know how to-“ she cursed quietly feeling a second finger poke in gently alongside the first. Her words tumbled into a throaty groan. Rosey left kisses along her back as he worked to get her open. His fingers felt longer than they ever had before, reaching deeply into her before pulling back again to just the tips. He eventually worked his way up to three fingers before pulling back again.
“You’re doing well, my love.” His breath was hot against her lower back and she could feel it moving even lower. He dropped a short line of kisses from her tailbone to her entrance, making Maria gasp. “Relax, you’ll like this part, I promise.” He flattened his tongue and ran it over her crease. He skated his tongue over her puffy rim before pressing it into her and pulling back out to repeat the actions. It felt just as strange as the rest of what he’d done to her, though it wasn’t as tight as his fingers felt.
In all their times sleeping together, Maria couldn’t remember Rosey doing this to Victor. She cursed at the feeling of the fingers of his clean hand coming up and circling her clit. His fingers slipped into her pussy, making her gasp. Every nerve was on fire, she could feel him everywhere all at once. His fingers rubbed against her front wall just as his tongue dipped into her making her cry out. Her orgasm snuck up on her, she could usually tell when she was about to come, even if it was only seconds before, but this time it came over her quickly. She felt Rosey chuckle against her as her body clenched around his fingers and tongue in a way that was almost entirely foreign to her. Her muscles ached from retaining the same position for this long, making her legs shake slightly as she came back down.
“Are you ready to stop, now?” Rosey asked between kisses to her hot skin. He seemed to think that was all she wanted, that she was willing to quit while she was ahead, but that was never the case.
“No. We’ve come this far.” Her voice shook slightly. She felt him tap her hip as he backed away from her again.
“Roll over.” He watched her shift onto her back and look up at him expectantly. His hands slid down her legs to her hips to reposition her. “It’ll be easier from here.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She turned her face to catch his lips, but paused mid movement as he settled against her.
“Will you think it’s inappropriate to kiss you after where your mouth has been?” She asked quietly. Rosey rolled his eyes before kissing her slowly. “Suppose not.” She laughed and pulled him back in again. His arms came to rest around her waist as he held her to his chest for a moment.
“Are you ready to get started again?” He felt her rub her nose against his cheek. His hand trailed down her front to rest between her thighs again. She nodded slowly with a sigh.
“I suppose so, but only if you’re done teasing me. I want to be finished by the time Victor gets home or else we’ll never hear the end of it.” She watched him sit up to grab the lubricant and cover his fingers. “Oh, not your fingers again ! Give me what I really want!” She reached down and stroked his cock quickly, trying to make him feel as impatient as she did.
“I have to make sure you’re ready, Maria.” He groaned and pushed her hand away. “Just one more time.” She rolled her eyes and dropped her face to rest against his neck as he pressed one of his fingers back into her. It felt just as tight as it had before making her groan. “You must relax.” He used his free hand to push her legs apart a bit farther. “You might be able to get away with Victor while you’re this tense but I could hurt you.” She took a deep breath and tried to relax herself.
“You flatter yourself, Rose. Mine is bigger than yours.” She laughed to herself as he pushed in with a second finger. “If this goes well, you might get to find out.” he leaned down and bit her bottom lip.
“Oh hush.” He laughed softly. “We’ve been over this. I don’t like to do that.” His fingers pulled out of her one final time before he repositioned himself over her. “Tell me how it feels.” She took a sharp breath in as the head of his cock pressed into her. She squeezed her eyes shut in discomfort.
“ Gott, Ficken verdammt .” She dug her nails into his shoulders. “Stop, please .” Rosey pulled out quickly with a worried look on his face. “Give me a moment.” She let her head fall back on the pillow beneath her. She hadn’t expected it to actually hurt. Even through all the preparations Rosey had done, she still wasn’t ready. Rosey kissed her neck as she took deep breaths.
“Relax.” He spoke against her skin between kisses. “I can tell you aren’t relaxing, your nails are still cutting into me.” She tightened her grip on him.
“Well, it hurts, you Stinkstiefel !” She glared at him. “Your mouth was wonderful, and your fingers were bearable, but your cock was too much.” she blushed in embarrassment. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I didn’t like it! You were right! Okay?” She squeezed her eyes shut.
“No, that’s not what I wanted to hear.” He kissed her mouth and pressed his forehead against hers. “I want you to enjoy what we do together. Even if I am trying to prove a point.” his hands moved to rest on her hips again. “Would you like to do something else, mon douceur ?” He watched her cover her face with her hands and shake her head.
“No. Just let me lay here and die of embarrassment.” She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear her. Rosey rolled his eyes and moved off the bed again. “Where are you going? You’re just going to leave me in this time of distress?” She turned and buried her face in the pillow. Rosey just rolled his eyes at her again. Maria was still whining when she felt something hit her side. She peeked out from the pillow and frowned.
“Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to do something about it?” Rosey watched her slowly pick up the dildo that Victor had gotten her, already secured in the harness that Rosey had gotten her.
“What am I doing with it?” She fiddled with one of the fasteners absently, avoiding eye contact. “You already said I couldn’t-”
“Do you want to try or not?” He crossed his arms. Maria narrowed her eyes at him and nodded slowly. “Well, get on with it then.” She tried to hide her grin as they swapped places, but she wasn’t sure it was possible. She quickly fastened the buckles around her thighs and waist, securing it to herself before turning to face Rosey.
“How do I look?” She put her hands on her hips and thrust her hips toward him with a smile. He rolled his eyes and pulled her towards him. He fidgeted with one of the buckles before reaching behind himself and handing her the lubricant.
“You look fine.” The blush in his face leaked down into his neck. “How do you want me?” He was suddenly so self-conscious, something Maria had really only seen when he was packing for his trips to Paris to meet with his friends when he hadn’t written a word in over a year. Maria bit her lip and tried to remember how Victor always did it for him.
“On your back, Monsieur .” She finally decided. He did as he was asked and laid back against the pillows with his limbs splayed. Everytime she remembered Victor in her position it was always rather intense. He would go slow, like he was afraid he was going to scare Rosey out of it. She settled herself between his legs and looked at him. She tried to give him the softest gaze she had, though she wasn’t sure if it was working until he gave her a nervous smile.
She started her gentle assault at his neck. She decided to kiss her way down to his softened member slowly. She smoothed her hand over his thighs just as she was getting down to his belly. She kissed from the base of his cock up to the head before pulling it into her mouth. Rosey sighed softly and took a handful of her hair in his hand with a sigh.
She wanted to figure out what it was that Victor could do that no one else could. Already she knew that Victor’s oral skills greatly surpassed hers, but she still wanted to try. She managed to get lube on her fingers without Rosey noticing, making him jump as she ran her fingers over his entrance. She pulled off of him and replaced her mouth with her free hand.
“Put up your knee, Bärchen .” She kissed his hip for a moment. “Are you okay?” His eyes were closed while he was rocking his hips up into her hand. He seemed to be lost in what she was doing to him, but she could still see him hesitating. She hummed in an attempt to reiterate her question. His hand came down and pushed her hair out of her face.
“Yes, I’m wonderful.” He moaned softly. “I’m ready to-“ she didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. She pushed her finger into him as far as she could. She worried her fingers were too short to reach before she heard Rosey’s quiet gasp.
“Is that it?” She continued stroking his cock slowly to keep him grounded. She wiggled her finger for a moment to bump the same spot again. She alternated her rhythm, trying to avoid the same mistake she ran into with Victor. She feared overwhelming Rosey and causing him to change his mind. “Are you ready for another?” She kissed down his hip and rested her cheek against his thigh. He gave a small nod.
“I wasn’t sure you meant it.” He spoke quietly like he was afraid someone might overhear him. She raised her eyebrows at him.
“Meant what, darling?” She moved as far up his chest as she could while keeping her fingers going as deep as possible. She kissed across his collarbone and waited for the answer, but the answer never came. Instead he tangled his fingers into her hair and pulled her to his face to kiss her, inadvertently dislodging her digits almost completely.
“I’m ready, Maria.” He groaned softly, “I’m ready for your cock.” She could feel him gently thrusting himself against her. She bit back her grin and nodded at him. Maria’s heart raced at his direct reference to the toy. Victor never called it her cock, only ever referring to it as her “gift”, or not referring to it at all.
It was strange to her how silent Rosey was compared to Victor. Victor would moan and shout and speak to her the entire time, but Rosey was quiet. He forced her to listen out for his little huffing breaths, and the gentle shaking of his muscles. Even as she finally breached him, all of the reaction was in his face. Barely a gasp hit the air as she bottomed out.
“Tell me when you’re ready, Gui.” She pressed kisses to his open jaw and loosely stroked his cock while he got used to her. After a moment he seemed to shiver before tapping her hip.
“You can move.” He whispered out. She smiled at him and sat back a bit for more range. She started slowly and gently, in an attempt to coax some sort of reaction from him. His mouth was open in a relaxed sort of way, something Maria didn’t think she had really ever seen. Even when he was asleep his brow was furrowed and his jaw was clenched, but like this he looked serene.
“How do you like it? Rough and fast? Slow and steady? Something else?” She maintained her long, deep thrusts while she spoke.
“Whoever made your cock is truly a god among men.” Was all Rosey managed to say. She figured he was probably happy with the pace she was already taking. She watched him flush again as she pushed one of his legs up and out of the way, allowing her to get just a bit deeper. She knew she was hitting her mark exactly, based on the minute twitching in his face. She took one of his hands from her ass and placed it over her breast.
“God, I’m nearly-“ His face twisted up. Maria wrapped her hand around his cock and sped up her thrust to help him along. He dragged her down into a bruising kiss as he writhed through the beginnings of his orgasm. She felt him mutter something against her lips just before he came over her hand. She smiled at him and slowed back again but she didn't stop. “Maria, I can’t. Please-“ she gave a sharp thrust. His cock bobbed between them. He was still hard.
“Do you want another?” She brushed her nose over his cheek, mocking the way he always asks her when their roles are reversed. His laugh was cut off by another sharp thrust. “That can be arranged.” She bit at his jaw to hide her smug grin.
“I-“ she thrust her hips again. “ Yes .” He practically whined. She picked up her pace, going quickly from the start. She felt bulletproof. She had never known Rosey to remain hard after sex even though they had tried numerous methods. He was slightly more vocal this time, all of his inhibitions having been lowered from his first orgasm.
“This is quite the workout, Gui.” She laughed, and pushed his knees closer to his shoulders. “Victor rode me, so I made him do all the work. He’s so easy, he’ll cum for anyone, but for you ? You need to be coaxed out. Romanced, almost. Is that why you don't like it? You're finally out of control? I'm honored that you trust me enough, Monsieur.” He squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of her hand coming around him again. “If you’re still hard after this I’m gonna make you fuck me until I see stars. I don’t care how long it takes. I want you to make me scream.” Rosey swore under his breath.
“Are all Austrians this good at sex talk?” He groaned, “Between you and Bauer, I’m surprised all of my poetry isn’t-“ his jaw dropped as she hit his sweet spot head on repeatedly. “Fuck!” He choked out, coming over her hand for a second time. He couldn’t believe how quickly he went. He felt like his heart was going to give out. Her thrusts slowed to a stop until she was completely still wedged against the same spot.
“You take my cock so well, Rose.” She finally pulled out of him, leaving him feeling surprisingly empty. “I will be fair, mein lieber , I might be bigger than Victor, but you’re still the biggest of us three.” She wiped her hands on his discarded undershirt and slipped off the harness.
“Come here, you wicked woman.” He turned on his side and held his hand out to her. She slid into bed next to him and dropped a kiss to his cheek. He pushed her to lay on her back so he could properly thank her.
“Oh! If I knew this was my reward, I would’ve tried to fuck you sooner.” She laughed just as his lips reached her sensitive bud. Her fingers tangled into his hair as she relaxed against the pillows.