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Cepheus: another smut for adultfanfiction! Please
do enjoy! I swear, this was hard. First time writing something with more than 3
participants� with 4 is a whole different thing! I swear!

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Warning: yaoi, foursome, penetration, rimming, oral, etc etc
etc. Language kink.

Summary: France, Prussia and Spain
gangbang Italy.

Multiple orgasms in males are possible thanks to either training of
the male, or thanks to his partner, by pressure points and skill.

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Boredom spikes up ideas

One�shot

�I�m bored, I want to do something entertaining�.

France
looked up from his book, glancing at Spain, who had been lounging on the
sofa with an air of utter laziness, and scoffed. �If you would just allow us to
your secret stash of porn, we�d be happier, non,
Gilbert?� and somehow, he managed to roll Prussia�s name with a French accent
that made the other Nation shudder.

�I told you already, what you saw is all I have� Spain denied, rolling his eyes.
�And the rest is� well, there is nothing else� he murmured something under his
breath, ignoring the knowing glances Prussia
and France
threw above his head.

�Well then, keep being bored� Francis sighed, returning to his book.

The fact was, the Trio was really, truly, terribly bored.

They had done already all that was expected of them as Nations
(well, France and Spain did �Prussia was not a Nation anymore,
so he was free of all those annoying hours of paperwork), and they had already
bothered a few nations to entertain themselves.

Switzerland�s parting gift was still painfully obvious in France�s behind, which was the reason he was
reading his book sprawled prone on Spain�s bed.

�You two suckers remain here and bitch and whine, I�ll be going to
visit Ita~� standing up, determination clear in his eyes, Antonio straightened
and bounced towards the door, already smiling at the prospect.

He just loved the younger of the two Italian brothers so much, he
was nicer than his older brother, whose attitude made it hard to deal with;
besides, Italy would smile
at Spain
and offer him lunch and a hug, which would make his day so much better�

�Hey! I want to visit Ita too!� Prussia
hurried up in a standing position and grabbed Spain by his ankle, sending him
reeling on the floor, face down. �He prefers me, after all� he added, smirking
towards Antonio.

�Oh, stop� Francis straightened up and pressed one hand over his
chest, nose jutting upwards �we all know Ita prefers me, his dear older
brother!�

The three half glared, half pouted at each other, then rushed out of
the door, kicking and pushing the others away, in a vain attempt at reaching
for Italy�s house first. As they were used to this kind of behaviour, none took
it too seriously �they were friends, but also rivals of that sort.

Feliciano, in the meantime, was spending his morning in a
constructive way �cooking pasta for lunch and singing about his love for it.

�Oh, I love my pasta~� stirring the water with his delicious pasta
inside, Italy chirped towards the table, setting out a plate for himself, as
his brother was gone who knew where, and Germany had work to do. �When I look
up to the empty sky~, I see lightly floating macaroni��

Then his front door was smashed open, and France,
Prussia and Spain
exploded inside, rolling over to the kitchen and smiling broadly at him, each
one opening their arms, as if expecting he�d just jump towards them.

Of course he wouldn�t. He had pasta to take care of.

�Brother Francis, Gilbert, brother Antonio!� he chirped, waving at
them and returning to his stirring. �It�s nice to see you here!�

France,
Prussia and Spain
sweatdropped, feeling useless and ignored.

�Ita~! We came all the way from Spain�s house just to see you!�
Gilbert whined (even though he�d later deny it). �I demand a hug!�

�Ve~ but I�m cooking pasta for lunch!� the
brown haired Italian interjected, pouting at them. Then, he brightened up �why
don�t you stop for lunch? I can easily add more pasta~!�

The three shared some sort of silent conversation, then looked back
at Italy,
nodding in agreement. They had nothing better to do, and spending some time
with their cute Ita was just the best thing they could hope for.

�Ve!� just as happy, Italy went to the cupboard and
grabbed a pack of pennette, pouring it into the
boiling water.

Then, just as unmindful of the three behind him, he started singing
again, idly moving through the kitchen to add three more seats to the table.

�When the two of us gaze at the sky, we see stelline glittering in the night
sky~� Italy
smiled to himself, not noticing how the stared of the three were glued to his
frame dancing to his own song.

France shifted, feeling a bit of blood trickle from his nose at the sight.
He was sure Italy
was not doing it consciously, but damn �that low, sensual voice, and how he
kept moving around� Italians were truly masters of sensuality, just like
French.

A smirk made his way on his face when he peered to the side and
noticed both Gilbert and Antonio drooling at the sight.

It was clear they all felt� uncomfortable down there, and France
wanted to exploit this.

After all, they were bored, and Italy did prove to be an enticing
sight�

�Pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta, pasta yay~!�

Smoothly glazing through the kitchen, under the surprised eyes of
his two friends, Francis encircled the lither frame of the Italian, holding him
against his chest; he leaned forwards, making it so his lips brushed against
the soft skin of Feliciano�s ear, and breathed deeply, feeling Italy�s
frame tremble against him.

�Say, Feli�� he murmured, loud enough that the other two could hear
�There�s still a bit to go before your� pasta
is ready� and how good he was, at transforming a word like �pasta� in something
indecently sensual �do you want to� entertain us?�

Feliciano twisted in his grip, tilting his head to the side �ve~?�
of course he wouldn�t get it.

Gilbert was the first to catch on, and his eyes darkened
considerably, as he stepped forwards, disregarding everything and locking eyes
with Feliciano.

�Yeah, Ita� it would be proper of a host to� keep guests from being
bored, right?�

Feliciano, feeling something was amiss, moved his stare from France to Prussia,
to end with Spain, who had
finally moved as well, joining the others in circling Italy.

�Feli, you do trust us, right?�

Italy nodded, head bobbing up and down as he smiled �of course I trust
you~�

�And you like us a lot, too, oui?� France
added, his smirk turning feral.

Once again, without hesitation or feeling of danger, Italy
nodded. �S�, certo!�

�Then, allow me to offer a� show to dear Gilbert and Antonio here,
is that ok?� France, still
holding Italy in his arms,
moved away from the stoves, through the kitchen and into the sitting room,
dancing with Italy
to the sofa and making him giggle.

�A show~? Sure!� Italy
tried to turn around and hug France,
but the older Nation stopped him, with a smirk.

�I�ll be the one leading, then. I am sure they will enjoy it��

�Ve~?�

Keeping Italy�s
body still against his, France let one of his hands move upwards, brushing
against the Italian�s clothed chest, and then his neck, making him giggle.

�Francis~?� �he chuckled,
trying to look up at the other, who simply smirked.

Then�

�Ahn��

With a victorious smirk, eyes flashing in hunger and lust, France fingered Italy�s curl, from one end to the
other, slowly, enjoying the way the lither frame shuddered in his arms, how his
cheeks coloured in red.

�B�brother� France�
s�stop, please� t�that is� is� my�� coherency gone out of the window, Italy
felt a wave of heat run downwards through his body.

France�s lips shifted against his ear, smooth and hot. �I know perfectly
what that is, mon petit fr�re��

Languidly, leisurely, Francis licked a path from Feliciano�s ear
down to his neck, whilst with his hand he kept rubbing at the curl. Italy�s
legs trembled, almost unable to keep him standing, as more heat, and more
pleasure, washed through his body, making his breathing laboured.

�F�Francis��

Italy�s
eyes fluttered close at the soft, delicious ministrations, and he almost didn�t
feel France�s
other hand snapping the buttons of his shirt open, roaming over his now exposed
chest and nipples, then lower, to his belt.

�Langsamer�� lust�filled crimson
eyes were watching, transfixed, at Francis� sensual actions, and Gilbert
couldn�t but feel his erection grow harder and harder. �Francis, slow down, I
want to see more��

Antonio licked his lips, all appearance of happiness and silliness
gone, replaced with a voracious, sensual look. The sight was� terribly
arousing. He agreed with Gilbert�s words �he, too, wanted more.

Francis chuckled and nodded, his hands pressing on the naked skin
with sensual decision, circling each nipple with his nails, carefully brushing
them, feeling them harden under his touch.

Italy groaned, mouth open wide to keep air in, but it was a lost
cause, especially when the French tugged at the curl with his nails, hand
groping at his still clothed erection, making the Italian buck forwards.

�Ah� p�please, s�stop� nnnngh� no�not there, ahhhnn��

Italy shifted his head to the side, hiding his face in France�s
chest, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure caused by the tugging at his curl,
but the French shook his head in disapproval, making him face forwards again
�no, mon petit� they have to watch your face�
what kind of show would it be, then?�

Italy whined, nailing at France�s arm, but was not let go, so
instead he clung at the arm around his midsection as an anchor, unable to keep
himself standing anymore. France
welcomed Italy�s
weight against him with a smirk, busy taunting his curl and displaying the tanned
skin for his friends to watch.

Torturously, he undid Italy�s
belt, and pushed forwards with his hips, making the pants fall down to his
feet, leaving all that was under open to prying eyes �Italy, apparently, liked going
commando.

�So tantalising�� Prussia
bit his lower lip, shifting closer for a better look, his hands twitching with
the urge to�

�No touching during the show�� France
smirked, leaning down to nibble at Italy�s
shoulder, and Prussia
pouted, restless. �Your turn will come soon enough, Gilbert, for now just sit
back and enjoy, oui?�

Francis� hand slid down to the Italian�s navel, refusing to brush
where it mattered most, and instead circled around Feliciano�s hardened
arousal, his other hand stopping the ministration to the curl to hold the
shaking body upright. Feliciano threw his head back, letting out a full moan,
which doubled in intensity when the French grabbed the curl within his mouth.

�Ah~!� writhing under France�s expert touches, tongue working
wonders on his curl, fingers touching, feathers on his skin, each brush was
like burning lava, washing away his conscience in a blur of ecstasy. �P�
please��

�Patience,
petit Italie, on vient juste de commencer� was France�s reply.

Italy was far too gone by then to even care to understand what the other
had said, with touches that had never been offered to his body, this kind of
feeling was too overwhelming.

Touches, brushes, quick bites and nibbling �France worked hard, using every single skill he
owned to make his Italy
go wild.

White, sticky juice leaking out from his erection, writhing and
trembling against France�s
body, he offered the perfect show.

�I don�t think he�s going to last� Spain objected, biting his thumb to
prevent drooling, and still able to keep his voice even. �let him feel your� petit mort, Francis, then we can teach
him how to� build up his stamina, hmm?�

Prussia growled in accord �his own patience was growing thin, and for how
much he enjoyed the show, he wanted to be able to lay his own claim.

�Bien� was France�s reply, smirking as he retreated his
hand from Italy�s
body, only keeping him close to his frame. �Let�s see if his curl is as
sensitive as it should be��

�If it�s anything like Romano�s is, I assure you it will be far too
much� Spain commented
easily, smiling with a silly expression that made both France and Prussia roll their eyes.

�I wonder if petit Sud would be happy of you helping us deflower his
younger brother��

Spain stifled a laugh, shrugging �qui�n sabe� he commented, but was smirking as he said so �but
I am not sure I want to find out, so we�ll keep this for ourselves, huh?� �At least until I find out if Lovi is
willing to join in some fun with Feli or not��

�I bet you just want to know how different to fuck those two
brothers are� Gilbert accused, but was inwardly wondering the same, even though
he himself had never touched the older Italian.

�Well�� Spain
shifted from one foot to the other, but their speech was interrupted by a whine
coming from Italy, since France had stopped his ministrations completely
to listen to Prussia and Spain.
�I don�t think this is the best moment to talk, or not?�

Both laughed out, then France
winked at his companions �which one of you wants to help out poor Ita, here?�
he shifted his hand downwards, fingering the skin around Italy�s arousal, chuckling at the
eager answer he got from the younger nation.

Prussia
moved forwards in a flash, beating Spain by a large span, and kneeled
in front of the leaking erection jutting out in front of his face, licking his
lips.

�At my heart�s consent, alright� he whispered, leaning forwards.

His tongue flickered out, lightly brushing against the tip of Italy�s erection, barely enough to get a taste,
but the contact was enough to send shivers through Italy�s
frame, nails digging into France�s
arms and eyes flashing open, gasping out.

�G�Gilb��

Prussia moved forwards again, this time accompanying his tongue with
his lips, pressing them against the tip again, sliding downwards, keeping the
pressure light; he knew it wouldn�t matter though, he could feel Italy tremble
in France�s hold, he was far too close, so instead of further teasing, Prussia
opened his mouth and let Italy�s erection slide inside.

�Ahhhhn��

The feeling of the hot wetness around his erection sent Italy
through his first orgasm almost instantaneously, burning and blinding him, his
ears tingling in shock and pleasure�

For a split moment, the world toppled around him, exploding in white
light, and he let out a loud wail.

When he came to, panting and sweating, his body tingling still in
pleasure, he found himself in Prussia�s
arms instead, being held almost carefully as the older nation licked his lips,
eyes focused on him.

�Uh�� Feliciano tried to form a coherent thought, but he got lost
staring into those crimson eyes, and fell silent, deeply aware that he was
naked and in Gilbert�s arms (Ludwig�s brother),
and the thought made him flush hard.

For the first time since he could remember, being naked brought
forwards a deep self�consciousness, and he tried to shift away, looking to the
side.

�Don�t worry, Feli�� Gilbert held him close to his chest, and leaned
forwards to suck at his neck, making him gasp and shiver. �As Francis said, we
barely started� you�re not afraid, are you?�

Feliciano swallowed hard �it wasn�t easy to think, with Gilbert
biting and licking his neck� and slowly shook his head. This situation was out
of his hands, but he wasn�t afraid. That pleasure� that pleasure had been�

�You don�t mind if we continue, right?� Spain
kneeled down at his side, nuzzling him, and Italy giggled, smiling, then
frowned at the thought.

Continue? So there was more
to go?

�Ve~� he flushed hard at the thought, and
eliciting twin smirks from Spain
and Prussia.

From behind them, France
popped out from the kitchen, winking at the three and pointing at the stairs.
�Let�s bring it where it�s most comfortable� he bluntly stated.

Prussia
stood up, hauling Italy�s
naked body over his shoulder, and took off to the stairs with a wild yell
��first come, first serve!�

Spain
and France
let out a shocked yell and chased him, running upstairs just as fast. From his
position on Prussia�s
shoulder, Italy
giggled down at them.

Gilbert reached Feliciano�s bedroom with a wild smirk on his face,
and jumped on the bed, bringing the Italian down with him and rolling around �because
ever since last time he had been there (aka peeped through the window),
Feliciano had apparently bought a bigger bed to accommodate his older brother
coming to sleep with him.

He smirked at all the enticing thoughts this brought in.

Toppling over the Italian, Gilbert smirked down at him, joining
their lips together in a kiss, pushing through and into Feliciano�s mouth with
the strength of a pro, licking and sucking and coaxing the other�s tongue to
play with him.

Spain
and France
reached the room a second later, one quickly unbuttoning his shirt and the
other kicking away his boots and pants. Then, as one person, they both grabbed Prussia by his shirt and shoved him backwards
and away from Italy.

�My turn!� smiling like an idiot, Spain
pushed Italy
in his lap, kissing him.

The Italian, although inexperienced, picked up things fast, and
coaxed by the Spanish, started responding to the ministrations, his hands
hesitantly taking Spain�s shirt off, shyly touching his now naked chest.

Prussia
grunted in annoyance, undressing as well, whilst France
moved in front of Spain,
keeping Italy
in�between them, and started licking his way from his neck down to his lower
back.

Feliciano let out a pleased moan, hands stilling over Antonio�s
chest, but was gently persuaded to continue his explorations, whilst the
Spanish hissed in delight, controlling their kiss.

Gilbert, finally standing there in all his naked (and awesome)
glory, got on the bed, and for a second simply observed the three, then shifted
lower, joining Francis in licking the wide amount of skin of Feliciano�s back.

Spain
let his own hands roam all over Italy�s
front, tweaking his nipples and earning a loud moan as a reward, finally
stopping his kissing to move lower.

Gently, he lapped at Italy�s
collarbone, his hands shifting lower, massaging his way to the other�s hips,
joining the already wandering hands of France
and Prussia.

The contact, the tongues working all over his body, the feathery
touches, the fact that three hot nations were lavishing him with attentions� it
was all too much for Feliciano, who could barely control his moans, stifling
them with one hand as he fought to keep his eyes open.

If this was what he had been missing out with sex, he never wanted
to stop.

Tugging Italy�s
head backwards, Prussia
joined their lips again, upside down, lapping at his mouth and allowing France
movement to suck on the now bare neck, gently biting down on it until it was
covered in red spots.

Then, the three stared at each other from above Italy�s body, not speaking. They
were all aware that for the Italian, this was the first time, and even though
they might seem idiots, they cared for Italy, and didn�t want to hurt him.

�Feli�� for a moment serious, Spain
leaned down, meeting Italy�s
eyes. �We want to go all the way� is that ok with you?�

�Ve~ I really trust you�� panting lightly,
Italy
propped himself up a bit, staring at the three surrounding him with warmth.
�It�s ok��

He was rewarded with a smile from the three nations, and even a
light flush, before Spain
nuzzled his face in thanks.

�So, how do we go?� Spain�s
smirk rivalled Prussia�s, as
he pushed Italy down on the
bed and France parted Italy�s
legs, smirking at his quickly returning erection. �Who goes first?�

Prussia
shifted uneasily; he was the one who knew Italy the least, and despite his
boasting, he felt he would step down, just this once.

�You two can fight this one out, I�m too awesome for that� he puffed
his chest out, but both France
and Spain
read through his words and smiled.

�Well, you had your way with Romano first, so I think I could call
dibs, non?� France smirked suggestively at Spain, who
grunted but nodded grudgingly.

Francis leaned forwards, sharing a short, albeit heated kiss with
Antonio, who bit down on his lip as a reward and shrugged.

Francis picked up Feliciano�s frame in his arms, turning him around
and making him stay still on his arms and knees, smiling at him �say, Feli,
won�t you do your part?� he caught hold of Italy�s fingers, and pushed them
lower, to his own erection. Italy
let out a whine, shivering. Then he looked up �Which one of you will do me the
favour to prepare Feli whilst he� helps out?�

Spain
kicked out at Prussia,
sending him off the bed, and snickering he placed himself behind Italy.
�I will do it~� he stated happily.

Being presented with France�s
erection in front of him, Italy
licked his lips, then leaned forwards, tongue flickering out to give an
experimental lick. France
hummed, nodding for him to go on, and Italy opened his mouth wide, going
down to take only the first few inches inside, eyes close.

The taste was� definitely not bad, a bit salty, but not bad �Italy let
his tongue lap at the top, feeling a shudder ran through France�s body as he
once again let the erected member out, licking and even daring to nibble at its
sides.

With a hiss, France
nodded at Spain, whilst Prussia, who had climbed back in the bed, threw
them a glare and slithered underneath Italy, blowing hot air on his
aroused member, watching it harden above him.

�I�ll be enjoying myself down there� he chuckled.

Antonio rolled his eyes and shifted off the bed, to grab at the lube
he knew Francis always had with him (he was a positive person, always hoping to
get some). Go figures, it was rose�scented.

The French was obsessed.

Quickly pouring out a good amount on his fingers, he traced Italy�s
puckered entrance, teasing it and watching it constrict. Italy let out a gasp around France�s erection, which in turn caused France
to hum and throw his head backwards in appreciation.

Spain
chuckled, grabbing one of Prussia�s
wandering arms and leading it to his own throbbing arousal, asking for some
help here whilst he prepared the Italian.

�Hey, that leaves me uncovered� was the hushed protest, as Gilbert
started licking at Italy�s
arousal again.

�Ah~�

Italy
faltered in his sucking, shuddering and widening his legs, and then froze when Spain
pushed one finger inside.

�Urgh�� it didn�t hurt per se, because the
finger was slicked and slippery, but it was a strange feeling, one Italy
wasn�t accustomed to.

Quickly enough though he had no space to think about it, because
Gilbert was working with his mouth, and France was massaging his scalp, every
now and then brushing against his curl, and Italy tried to keep his attention
from wavering, taking in France�s member again.

He took short, quick gasps, opening his mouth wide and taking in as
much as he could, feeling France let out a pleased moan, tugging at his hair
and pushing him down.

Spain
leaned forwards, his tongue lapping at Italy�s lower back, and inserted a
second finger, scissoring and pushing apart his inner walls.

It felt delicious. It was constricting, even with two fingers� it
almost sucked them in. In and out, and in and stretching� Spain groaned, pushing his hips forwards to ask
more friction from Prussia.

Prussia grinned; even though his position didn�t allow him to look at what
his hand was doing, he knew enough of Antonio�s body to manage anyway. Fingers
lowered to massage his balls, giving short, quick pinches to the tender,
sensitive skin, which was something he knew the Spanish liked.

In the meantime, he also put his mouth at hard work, using all of
his tongue�teeth combo skills to make Italy lose concentration �no, he
was not bitter about being the losing
one for now.

Spain shivered, biting his lower lip to keep his moan in, and
inserted a third finger, dropping more lube right in, pushing in and out in a
slow motion, closing his eyes and picturing it was his own erection sliding in,
deeper and�

�Ahnnn!� Italy
let out a loud whine and pushed backwards, right into Spain�s fingers and Prussia�s mouth, fingers clenching
on the sheets and trembling.

Something� something inside� Antonio had hit something inside him, that was different �not uncomfortable�
brushing against it continuously, it turned from that to� ecstasy. Sheer, utter
pleasure.

It almost blocked his breathing, sparkling and making his fingers,
his arms, legs, his back tingle in
pleasure, something unlike any other pleasure he�d ever felt� like tugging at
his curl, but ten times stronger.

�Ah� more��

Spain, France and Prussia smirked in unison.

�Feli� are you ready?�

Gasping out, almost falling on the bed, Feliciano whined and
writhed, trying to get Spain
to do it again�

Antonio nodded at Francis, removing his fingers at the same time as Gilbert
pushed away, rubbing at his own neglected arousal and pressing against the
wall, smirking and preparing to enjoy the show, part two.

France
held Italy in his lap,
making him face the other two, as Spain aided him in aligning
himself.

�I�m pushing in~�

And so he did �slowly, but not stopping, not even when the
constricting heat took over his brain� thankfully, he had experience, and could
control his own reactions.

The tight, heated walls pulsed around his arousal, the friction
giving him a brief satisfaction that allowed him to stand still once he was
completely sheathed.

It was too tight�

�Ah� ah�� Italy
kept his eyes close, breathing loudly in order to keep the sensations cursing
through his body at a controllable level.

France was inside of him �the
feeling was indescribable.

Heat and stretched and filled�

His nails dug into the mattress, at France�s sides, shivering, sweat
rolling down his naked body, pressing his back against the French�s chest,
mouth open wide. It was� it was�

�Feli� relax�� Antonio caressed the Italian�s face, leaning forwards
to kiss him, fingering his erection, parting his legs more so he could settle
better on Francis� lap.

He joined lips again, gently, patiently, hands massaging Feliciano�s
shoulders, his arms, his hands, and watched as Francis breathed out his own
shoulders relaxing, too.

�Ok?� he mouthed, and the French nodded.

�I�m going to move then, Feli��

Italy swallowed, nodding.

France
grasped his sides, and with clear show of strength, pushed him upwards, almost
exiting, then shoved him down; Italy�s
reaction was immediate �he let out a loud yelp, hands shooting forwards to
grasp at Spain�s
shoulders, trembling visibly.

The strange position made it possible for France to hit his prostate with
every push, and that was exactly what he aimed to do.

�Ahghhh��
Italy
writhed without control, burning from the inside out, yelling and moaning and
gasping, trying to push away, because the friction was too much. �Sto�oh�p!�

In and out, pleasure building and burning his mind away�

Toomuchoh�ohgodtoomuch

�F�Franceehh~�

France groaned, shutting his eyes close and shoving harder, sweat rolling
down his body. He pushed Italy
up and down again, shaking his hips, touching everywhere, pushing so deeply inside
the other that there was virtually no space between the two bodies.

Hot�

Spain
smirked at the sight, and leaned forwards, easily joining the rhythm of the two
with his own, holding Italy�s
legs still so that the other Nation wouldn�t be able to move away, swallowing
his erection with practiced ease.

�Nnnhh��

Italy
yelled out loudly, nails digging into Spain�s
upper back, strength quickly disappearing in the haze of his building orgasm,
and Prussia,
on the side, stroked himself harder, eyes glinting with the promise of his own
turn, growling in appreciation, watching the other three move, writhe, seducing
and sinuous�

Spain
relaxed his throat, controlling his gag reflex and tightening his fingers on Italy�s balls,
giving quick, painless tugs�

�Nnn�aaaah!�

France
leaned forwards a bit, using the strength of his legs and hips to shove into Italy faster,
stronger, not stopping�

�Uhnnn��

Feliciano choked on his breath, at liquid, hot ecstasy bubbled in
his chest, burning his conscious again, harder than before, coiling and building and�

Antonio smirked, before quickly pressing his hands on Italy�s
erection, around the base, just as Francis slammed in again, creating a twin
pressure both outside and inside, and Feliciano wailed, doubling over and orgasming hard.

�F�Franc�aaaaaahh��

The waves of pleasure kept raising, his body collapsing under its
sheer force, and Prussia
groaned, the sight alone almost making him come; unable to wait any more, he quickly
moved forwards, grabbing Italy
by his sides and lifting him off France�s lap just as the French
allowed himself to come.

France moaned, throwing his own head backwards, and rode it out,
uncaring as Prussia pushed Italy down on the mattress, face down, accompanied
by Spain who was still controlling Italy�s orgasm, preventing him to ejaculate.

Prussia and Spain smirked, moving in tandem, the first pushing
inside, sliding easily thanks to the lube and France�s own come as lubrication,
whilst the other slid to the side, hoisting the trembling body of the Italian
above his own, easily resuming his licking and sucking on the tender, sensitive
skin, offering his own erection to Italy�s gasping mouth to close around to.

Italy wailed, assaulted by the continuous, never ending euphoria, tears
pooling in his eyes but riding it out, needing more and yet feeling everything slide
in and out of focus.

�Gi�Gilbert� hnnn��

It felt just as mind�blowing, filled in a slightly different way,
also because of the position, and because Prussia, opposite to France, moved roughly,
possessively, with heated, controlling thrusts, hips slamming in with a
rotating motion, hitting and brushing against everything�

�Ghhh��

Prussia
chuckled breathlessly, holding Italy
up so he wouldn�t fall on Spain�s
face, choking him, and rammed inside again, over and over, motioning for
France, who was staring at them with lust�filled eyes, to join in.

France chuckled, pouncing right onto Spain�s erection, guiding it
inside Italy�s mouth and joining in, tongues flickering together, lapping at it,
France directing and teaching Italy where to lick.

Spain closed his eyes, groaning around Italy�s arousal, that kept
twitching, hands still controlling his reactions �tongue and teeth and lips
and�

�Just like this� yeah, baby�� Prussia
leaned forwards, bending awkwardly over Italy�s back to lick at his sweaty
back, nipping at the skin, sucking on it, pushing forwards again.

Trembling, Italy
guided his hands on Spain�s
sides, to anchor himself in a vain attempt to control his pleasure. Prussia, seeing
this, smirked and stilled his hip movements completely, closing his eyes.

�Nicht so schnell,
Italien� he breathed out, voice low and sexy.

Feliciano whined and trembled, fingers twitching, and Antonio also
stopped his ministrations, hands pressing harder on the Italian�s erection.

�Ah� wh�why� ah� Gilbe�eh�ert�� Italy�s lips
were caught by France�s, who promptly stole the remaining air from his lungs
with a strong, upbeat kiss.

Prussia let out a satisfied groan, simply enjoying the pressure
around him, the walls, pulsating, constricting, heated around his needy
erection, Italy�s body writhing under his touches, controlled, owned by the
three of them�

�P�please� ah� I� I ne�need��

�Hmmm?� Gilbert chuckled, hands pinching at Feliciano�s ass in
appreciation, making him yelp and moan at the same time. �What was that?�

Sweat rolling down his chin, Italy
swallowed, opening his eyes and trying to focus them on France�s face above Spain�s hard erection. Why had
they� why�

�Come on, Gil� don�t be so mean� give poor Feli what he asks�� France
looked up, eyes glinting, and smirked. He enjoyed Prussia�s
sadist side more than he let on, and the mental image of a pleading Italy was
enough to make him throbbing hard again.

�And what is it that Feli wants�?� Gilbert slowly pushed out almost
entirely, teasing, languidly, addressing the quivering body he had at his
disposal. �Feli� tell me what is it that you want?�

Italy choked on his breath, trying vainly to form a coherent thought
in�between the buzzing pleasure that had taken control of his body, against the
sensation of being filled, against the pressure over his hard�on, and Spain�s
lips hovering �but not touching�

�Mo�more� I n�need more�� he tried to move, but the grip on his hips
was steely, and the three were still stronger than he was�

�More of what�?� Gilbert moved backwards, slowly sliding almost
completely out, hands massaging circles on the heated skin of his tights,
chuckling at Feliciano�s whines and gasps, as Antonio massaged his balls. �Of�
this?�

�Hnn�� Italy squirmed, trying to get more
of that feeling.

�Or more of �this?�

He slammed back in, and Italy�s
knees gave up �if not for Prussia�s
hold, he would have slumped on the mattress.

�Yes! Yes! More �oh, per favore, more!� Italy yelled, throwing his head
backwards and trembling, unable to keep his desire in.

Prussia let out a low laugh. That was exactly what he wanted.

�As you wish, then~�

And started to move, thrusting in and out in a faster, nonstop
rhythm.

Once again, everything turned into a blur of motions and yells and pleasure �Feliciano�s moans turned
higher and higher every time Gilbert slammed in hard, pushing him down into
Antonio�s mouth, who hollowed his mouth and sucked hard, groaning as Francis
did his work on his own erection.

Everything blurred away in Italy�s vision �skin on skin,
shades mixing and melting into one, heat and sweat and salty taste�

�Ah!�

Deep inside, sweet moistness and scorching heat, unbearably tight
and good�

Spain moved his fingers away for a split moment, the pressure
easing, and Italy fell down, nuzzling his erection with France�s tongue lapping
at it and his face both, and orgasmed hard again.

Prussia
didn�t stop, mercilessly continuing his thrusting until he was sure Italy�s
strangled cries at the pounding would wake whatever poor soul lived in the
nearby houses, then allowed orgasm to wash through him as well, slumping out
and to the side with a sated groan.

Spain
kicked at France�s side,
silently asking him to let go of him, and moved out from under Italy, pushing him up and rolling over, so he
was sprawled on the bed with Italy
on his chest, watching closely as the Italian panted and trembled and moaned.

For a moment, all four of them remained still, breathing hard, but
soon enough, Spain shifted, reminded that he had still to work through his
orgasm and his turn.

�Feli~ you ok?� he kissed along Italy�s jaw, tasting salty sweat and
smirking when the younger nation nodded hesitantly, hands curling into fists at
his side.

�Uh�� Feliciano tried to lift up, panting, and smiled vaguely when
both Gilbert and Francis helped him in a sitting position, still on Spain�s chest.
�I� ah��

�Don�t get me wrong ,Feli, but it�s my turn� the Spanish continued,
nodding at his two friends, who holding Italy�s arms and sides, lifted him up
and positioned him right over Spain�s still hard erection.

They were still both hard, thanks to Spain�s
pressure on Italy�s
erection and where his prostate was, and he hadn�t let go of it yet.

�Ah!� Italy
blushed hard and tried to shift away, but the grasp on his body was firm and
steely, and slowly he was pushed down, until Spain was completely sheathed.
�An�Antonio� hnn��

It was easier to slide in, Prussia�s juices enough as an added
lube, and the Italian was stretched enough to not feel hurt at all, merely
feeling the aftermaths of his precedent sessions on his overly�sensitized skin,
both inside and outside.

Italy
keened softly, tired but twitching in a still not completely sated desire, Spain�s hand
still tight around his length, still hard, still wanting�

�Would you like to do some of the work again, Ita?� Prussia slid forwards, grasping one of Italy�s hands
and pressing it against his vital regions, making the younger nation feel he
was already growing hard again.

France
did the same, and Italy
gulped down, worried about their stamina.

Spain
parted his legs more to accommodate Italy�s weight on him, making him
gasp as the hardened length brushed against his prostate.

�Ah� y�yes��

�Now, push yourself up with your legs� Francis instructed, moving
Feliciano�s fingers on him, smirking at the blush on the other�s face �and
lower down again� it takes a bit, but I assure you it�ll be pleasurable�.

�Hasn�t� it been just that
good before, too?� Gilbert smirked, nibbling onto Feliciano�s side with his
teeth. �We�ve also carelessly avoided hickeys before, but I guess now it�s the
perfect time for some marking�.

France
smirked when Italy
nodded. �Let�s get it on then, oui?�

Italy
swallowed again, then did as he was told �whilst slowly pumping both France and Prussia,
he hoisted himself up, feeling Spain
slid out, and rammed down again.

The reaction was instantaneous �Italy
yelped out, feeling the same buzzing feeling as before with France, and Spain shut his eyes close, humming
in appreciation.

�Uh�uhnn��

He did it again, his body swaying with fatigue but unable to stop,
as the feeling was too good to pass it on, and Spain�s
expression as he kept riding him was turning Italy on more than he could admit.

Up and down, he easily lost himself in the simple moves, hands
pumping faster, trying to form a good rhythm with them, closing his eyes as
their lips ghosted all over his body, with kisses and nibbles and nips and�

�Ride� faster�� Spain
demanded, pushing his hips up, making Italy bounce on his lap. �Es rico� just
as tight as Romano was� move faster!�

He nodded, leaning to the side to access to France�s neck, sloppily trying to suck on its
skin and offer something back, and as soon as he was finished, he was pulled to
the other end, as Prussia
demanded the same treatment.

Then they were all moving, close to each other, hands roaming,
tongues intertwining, skin marred with reddish spots, skin on skin, rubbing and
bouncing and sliding�

�Hnn� ahh��

Mouths wide, glistening with sweat, gasps echoing, overcoming each
other, needy, demanding�

Italy
faltered in the pleasure, unable to move anymore, and France and Prussia intervened, spooning him
from both sides and moving still, forcing him up and down�

�S�so close� oh �god close��

And finally, Spain�s
hands leaving his erection, and the bubbling feeling clouded his senses, mounting
higher�

Fingers twitching and stroking�

�I�I�m� aaaahhnnnn��

Lips clashing together, in some sort of messy, group kiss�

And then they were coming, hard and fast and burning.

Francis and Gilbert ejaculated all over Feliciano�s sides and
fingers, groaning in satisfaction and pushing even closer, Francis joining
Antonio�s hand around Feliciano�s length and pumping hard, Gilbert leaning
forwards and biting down on the Italian�s neck, leaving a red, deep mark.

Feliciano gasped and let go, coming over Antonio�s chest, falling
forwards and riding through the overwhelming pleasure by clinging at all the
skin he could reach, yelling loudly and muffling his screams by hiding his face
in the Spanish�s chest.

Antonio let out a groan and emptied himself inside the other nation,
bucking wildly and riding his orgasm with eyes close and fingers holding onto
Francis and Gilbert�s arms.

All four slumped into a pile of sweaty, finally satisfied bodies,
riding the ecstasy out until they were empty and buzzing and shivering.

Italy
groaned, his body so heavy he could barely lift one hand, and through
half�lidded eyes he watched as Prussia
gently removed him from Spain�s
body, pressing him on the sheets and shifting downwards to lick and lap at the
sticky mess on his stomach, soon joined by France
and Spain.

Their tongues moved in swirls and patterns, licking at the skin,
cleansing and sucking, swarming Italy�s
body with a different kind of warmth, until they stopped, falling around him in
a heap.

They remained in silence for a while, simply breathing and regaining
strength.

�You don�t regret it, right?� Spain
looked up, only relaxing when Italy�s
warm eyes fixed on him with a smile.

�Ve~� he slowly shook his head, letting it
fall down on the pillow again, still tingling in the last remnants of pleasure.

They fell quiet again, Spain
nuzzling at France�s
shoulder and Prussia
amusedly poking at a half�asleep Italian.

�We�re going to do this again� the latter murmured, shivering in
appreciation.

�Addicting, hmm?� France
chuckled, feeling a wave of pride. �You should have allowed me to molest you
earlier�.

Italy chuckled, flushing a bit. Then�

�Brother Spain~?
You did this with brother, too~?�

Spain spluttered and doubled over, eyes wide, surrounded by a chorus of
laughter. �I� uh� well, you see, Feli, I��

The rest of the evening was pleasantly spent making fun of Spain� and
having seconds.

��

Cepheus: I hope you�ve all enjoyed :D I�m not going to write a foursome ever
again, too complicate�

Mon petit fr�re: my young brother (French)

Oui: yes. Non: no (French)

S�, certo:
yes, of course (Italian)

Langsamer:
slower (German)

Patience,
petit Italie, on vient juste de commencer: Patience, little Italy, we�re just
starting (French)

Bien: ok (French)

Petit Sud: Little South (French)

Qui�n sabe: who knows (Spanish)

Petit mort: orgasm (French)

Nicht so schnell, Italien: not so fast, Italy. (German)

Es rico:
feels good (Spanish)
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