Boredom spikes up ideas...
Boredom spikes up ideas...
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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!
etc. Language kink.
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the male, or thanks to his partner, by pressure points and skill.
looked up from his book, glancing at
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
that made the other Nation shudder.
“And the rest is… well, there is nothing else” he murmured something under his
breath, ignoring the knowing glances
and
threw above his head.
(well,
so he was free of all those annoying hours of paperwork), and they had already
bothered a few nations to entertain themselves.
reading his book sprawled prone on
visit Ita~” standing up, determination clear in his eyes, Antonio straightened
and bounced towards the door, already smiling at the prospect.
was nicer than his older brother, whose attitude made it hard to deal with;
besides,
at
and offer him lunch and a hug, which would make his day so much better…
hurried up in a standing position and grabbed
reeling on the floor, face down. “He prefers me, after all” he added, smirking
towards Antonio.
chest, nose jutting upwards “we all know Ita prefers me, his dear older
brother!”
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.
constructive way –cooking pasta for lunch and singing about his love for it.
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…”
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.
them and returning to his stirring. “It’s nice to see you here!”
sweatdropped, feeling useless and ignored.
Gilbert whined (even though he’d later deny it). “I demand a hug!”
brown haired Italian interjected, pouting at them. Then, he brightened up “why
don’t you stop for lunch? I can easily add more pasta~!”
at
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.
grabbed a pack of pennette, pouring it into the
boiling water.
again, idly moving through the kitchen to add three more seats to the table.
sky~”
smiled to himself, not noticing how the stared of the three were glued to his
frame dancing to his own song.
He was sure
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.
noticed both Gilbert and Antonio drooling at the sight.
wanted to exploit this.
sight…
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
frame tremble against him.
“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?”
of course he wouldn’t get it.
considerably, as he stepped forwards, disregarding everything and locking eyes
with Feliciano.
bored, right?”
to end with
finally moved as well, joining the others in circling
you~”
added, his smirk turning feral.
nodded. “Sì
is that ok?”
holding
moved away from the stoves, through the kitchen and into the sitting room,
dancing with
to the sofa and making him giggle.
tried to turn around and hug
but the older Nation stopped him, with a smirk.
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.
trying to look up at the other, who simply smirked.
other, slowly, enjoying the way the lither frame shuddered in his arms, how his
cheeks coloured in red.
s–stop, please… t–that is… is… my…” coherency gone out of the window,
felt a wave of heat run downwards through his body.
what that is, mon
down to his neck, whilst with his hand he kept rubbing at the curl.
legs trembled, almost unable to keep him standing, as more heat, and more
pleasure, washed through his body, making his breathing laboured.
eyes fluttered close at the soft, delicious ministrations, and he almost didn’t
feel
other hand snapping the buttons of his shirt open, roaming over his now exposed
chest and nipples, then lower, to his belt.
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…”
gone, replaced with a voracious, sensual look. The sight was… terribly
arousing. He agreed with Gilbert’s words –he, too, wanted more.
with sensual decision, circling each nipple with his nails, carefully brushing
them, feeling them harden under his touch.
cause, especially when the French tugged at the curl with his nails, hand
groping at his still clothed erection, making the Italian buck forwards.
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
what kind of show would it be, then?”
instead he clung at the arm around his midsection as an anchor, unable to keep
himself standing anymore.
welcomed
weight against him with a smirk, busy taunting his curl and displaying the tanned
skin for his friends to watch.
belt, and pushed forwards with his hips, making the pants fall down to his
feet, leaving all that was under open to prying eyes –
commando.
bit his lower lip, shifting closer for a better look, his hands twitching with
the urge to–
smirked, leaning down to nibble at
shoulder, and
pouted, restless. “Your turn will come soon enough, Gilbert, for now just sit
back and enjoy, oui?”
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.
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…”
petit Italie, on vient juste de commencer” was
had said, with touches that had never been offered to his body, this kind of
feeling was too overwhelming.
owned to make his
go wild.
trembling against
body, he offered the perfect show.
prevent drooling, and still able to keep his voice even. “let him feel your…
him how to… build up his stamina, hmm?”
much he enjoyed the show, he wanted to be able to lay his own claim.
hand from
body, only keeping him close to his frame. “Let’s see if his curl is as
sensitive as it should be…”
much”
easily, smiling with a silly expression that made both
younger brother…”
I am not sure I want to find out, so we’ll keep this for ourselves, huh?”
willing to join in some fun with Feli or not…’
brothers are” Gilbert accused, but was inwardly wondering the same, even though
he himself had never touched the older Italian.
shifted from one foot to the other, but their speech was interrupted by a whine
coming from
to listen to
“I don’t think this is the best moment to talk, or not?”
winked at his companions “which one of you wants to help out poor Ita, here?”
he shifted his hand downwards, fingering the skin around
eager answer he got from the younger nation.
moved forwards in a flash, beating
in front of the leaking erection jutting out in front of his face, licking his
lips.
but the contact was enough to send shivers through
frame, nails digging into
arms and eyes flashing open, gasping out.
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.
through his first orgasm almost instantaneously, burning and blinding him, his
ears tingling in shock and pleasure–
light, and he let out a loud wail.
pleasure, he found himself in
arms instead, being held almost carefully as the older nation licked his lips,
eyes focused on him.
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.
forwards a deep self–consciousness, and he tried to shift away, looking to the
side.
forwards to suck at his neck, making him gasp and shiver. “As Francis said, we
barely started… you’re not afraid, are you?”
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…
kneeled down at his side, nuzzling him, and
frowned at the thought.
to go?
eliciting twin smirks from
and
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.
stood up, hauling
naked body over his shoulder, and took off to the stairs with a wild yell
–“first come, first serve!”
and
let out a shocked yell and chased him, running upstairs just as fast. From his
position on
shoulder,
giggled down at them.
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.
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.
and
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
and away from
pushed
in his lap, kissing him.
coaxed by the Spanish, started responding to the ministrations, his hands
hesitantly taking Spain’s shirt off, shyly touching his now naked chest.
grunted in annoyance, undressing as well, whilst
moved in front of
keeping
in–between them, and started licking his way from his neck down to his lower
back.
chest, but was gently persuaded to continue his explorations, whilst the
Spanish hissed in delight, controlling their kiss.
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.
let his own hands roam all over
front, tweaking his nipples and earning a loud moan as a reward, finally
stopping his kissing to move lower.
collarbone, his hands shifting lower, massaging his way to the other’s hips,
joining the already wandering hands of
and
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.
to stop.
head backwards,
joined their lips again, upside down, lapping at his mouth and allowing
movement to suck on the now bare neck, gently biting down on it until it was
covered in red spots.
were all aware that for the Italian, this was the first time, and even though
they might seem idiots, they cared for
leaned down, meeting
eyes. “We want to go all the way… is that ok with you?”
propped himself up a bit, staring at the three surrounding him with warmth.
“It’s ok…”
light flush, before
nuzzled his face in thanks.
smirk rivalled
he pushed
bed and
legs, smirking at his quickly returning erection. “Who goes first?”
shifted uneasily; he was the one who knew
boasting, he felt he would step down, just this once.
his chest out, but both
and
read through his words and smiled.
dibs, non?”
grunted but nodded grudgingly.
Antonio, who bit down on his lip as a reward and shrugged.
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
lower, to his own erection.
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?”
kicked out at
sending him off the bed, and snickering he placed himself behind
“I will do it~” he stated happily.
erection in front of him,
licked his lips, then leaned forwards, tongue flickering out to give an
experimental lick.
hummed, nodding for him to go on, and
down to take only the first few inches inside, eyes close.
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.
nodded at
them a glare and slithered underneath
aroused member, watching it harden above him.
he knew Francis always had with him (he was a positive person, always hoping to
get some). Go figures, it was rose–scented.
puckered entrance, teasing it and watching it constrict.
to hum and throw his head backwards in appreciation.
chuckled, grabbing one of
wandering arms and leading it to his own throbbing arousal, asking for some
help here whilst he prepared the Italian.
started licking at
arousal again.
faltered in his sucking, shuddering and widening his legs, and then froze when
pushed one finger inside.
finger was slicked and slippery, but it was a strange feeling, one
wasn’t accustomed to.
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.
much as he could, feeling France let out a pleased moan, tugging at his hair
and pushing him down.
leaned forwards, his tongue lapping at
second finger, scissoring and pushing apart his inner walls.
almost sucked them in. In and out, and in and stretching…
more friction from
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.
his tongue–teeth combo skills to make
was not bitter about being the losing
one for now.
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–
let out a loud whine and pushed backwards, right into
on the sheets and trembling.
brushing against it continuously, it turned from that to… ecstasy. Sheer, utter
pleasure.
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.
writhed, trying to get
to do it again–
pushed away, rubbing at his own neglected arousal and pressing against the
wall, smirking and preparing to enjoy the show, part two.
held
making him face the other two, as
himself.
constricting heat took over his brain… thankfully, he had experience, and could
control his own reactions.
giving him a brief satisfaction that allowed him to stand still once he was
completely sheathed.
kept his eyes close, breathing loudly in order to keep the sensations cursing
through his body at a controllable level.
feeling was indescribable.
rolling down his naked body, pressing his back against the French’s chest,
mouth open wide. It was… it was…
to kiss him, fingering his erection, parting his legs more so he could settle
better on Francis’ lap.
shoulders, his arms, his hands, and watched as Francis breathed out his own
shoulders relaxing, too.
grasped his sides, and with clear show of strength, pushed him upwards, almost
exiting, then shoved him down;
reaction was immediate –he let out a loud yelp, hands shooting forwards to
grasp at
shoulders, trembling visibly.
every push, and that was exactly what he aimed to do.
writhed without control, burning from the inside out, yelling and moaning and
gasping, trying to push away, because the friction was too much. “
down his body. He pushed
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.
smirked at the sight, and leaned forwards, easily joining the rhythm of the two
with his own, holding
legs still so that the other Nation wouldn’t be able to move away, swallowing
his erection with practiced ease.
yelled out loudly, nails digging into
upper back, strength quickly disappearing in the haze of his building orgasm,
and
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…
relaxed his throat, controlling his gag reflex and tightening his fingers on
giving quick, painless tugs–
leaned forwards a bit, using the strength of his legs and hips to shove into
stronger, not stopping–
his chest, burning his conscious again, harder than before, coiling and
erection, around the base, just as Francis slammed in again, creating a twin
pressure both outside and inside, and Feliciano wailed, doubling over and
sheer force, and
groaned, the sight alone almost making him come; unable to wait any more, he quickly
moved forwards, grabbing
by his sides and lifting him off
allowed himself to come.
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.
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.
pooling in his eyes but riding it out, needing more and yet feeling everything slide
in and out of focus.
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–
chuckled breathlessly, holding
up so he wouldn’t fall on
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.
inside Italy’s mouth and joining in, tongues flickering together, lapping at it,
France directing and teaching Italy where to lick.
twitching, hands still controlling his reactions –tongue and teeth and lips
and…
leaned forwards, bending awkwardly over
back, nipping at the skin, sucking on it, pushing forwards again.
guided his hands on
sides, to anchor himself in a vain attempt to control his pleasure.
this, smirked and stilled his hip movements completely, closing his eyes.
Italien” he breathed out, voice low and sexy.
stopped his ministrations, hands pressing harder on the Italian’s erection.
were caught by France’s, who promptly stole the remaining air from his lungs
with a strong, upbeat kiss.
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–
appreciation, making him yelp and moan at the same time. “What was that?”
swallowed, opening his eyes and trying to focus them on
they… why…
looked up, eyes glinting, and smirked. He enjoyed
sadist side more than he let on, and the mental image of a pleading
enough to make him throbbing hard again.
entirely, teasing, languidly, addressing the quivering body he had at his
disposal. “Feli… tell me what is it that you want?”
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…
was steely, and the three were still stronger than he was–
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?”
of that feeling.
knees gave up –if not for
hold, he would have slumped on the mattress.
backwards and trembling, unable to keep his desire in.
rhythm.
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.
shades mixing and melting into one, heat and sweat and salty taste–
and good–
easing, and Italy fell down, nuzzling his erection with France’s tongue lapping
at it and his face both, and orgasmed hard again.
didn’t stop, mercilessly continuing his thrusting until he was sure
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.
kicked at
silently asking him to let go of him, and moved out from under
was sprawled on the bed with
on his chest, watching closely as the Italian panted and trembled and moaned.
soon enough, Spain shifted, reminded that he had still to work through his
orgasm and his turn.
smirking when the younger nation nodded hesitantly, hands curling into fists at
his side.
both Gilbert and Francis helped him in a sitting position, still on
“I… ah…”
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.
pressure on
erection and where his prostate was, and he hadn’t let go of it yet.
blushed hard and tried to shift away, but the grasp on his body was firm and
steely, and slowly he was pushed down, until
“An–Antonio… hnn…”
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.
keened softly, tired but twitching in a still not completely sated desire,
still tight around his length, still hard, still wanting…
and pressing it against his vital regions, making the younger nation feel he
was already growing hard again.
did the same, and
gulped down, worried about their stamina.
parted his legs more to accommodate
gasp as the hardened length brushed against his prostate.
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”.
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”.
smirked when
nodded. “Let’s get it on then, oui?”
swallowed again, then did as he was told –whilst slowly pumping both
he hoisted himself up, feeling
slid out, and rammed down again.
yelped out, feeling the same buzzing feeling as before with
in appreciation.
as the feeling was too good to pass it on, and
expression as he kept riding him was turning
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–
demanded, pushing his hips up, making
as tight as Romano was… move faster!”
skin and offer something back, and as soon as he was finished, he was pulled to
the other end, as
demanded the same treatment.
tongues intertwining, skin marred with reddish spots, skin on skin, rubbing and
bouncing and sliding–
other, needy, demanding…
faltered in the pleasure, unable to move anymore, and
from both sides and moving still, forcing him up and down–
hands leaving his erection, and the bubbling feeling clouded his senses,
higher–
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.
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.
bucking wildly and riding his orgasm with eyes close and fingers holding onto
Francis and Gilbert’s arms.
riding the ecstasy out until they were empty and buzzing and shivering.
groaned, his body so heavy he could barely lift one hand, and through
half–lidded eyes he watched as
gently removed him from
body, pressing him on the sheets and shifting downwards to lick and lap at the
sticky mess on his stomach, soon joined by
and
cleansing and sucking, swarming
body with a different kind of warmth, until they stopped, falling around him in
a heap.
strength.
looked up, only relaxing when
warm eyes fixed on him with a smile.
fall down on the pillow again, still tingling in the last remnants of pleasure.
nuzzling at
shoulder and
amusedly poking at a half–asleep Italian.
appreciation.
chuckled, feeling a wave of pride. “You should have allowed me to molest you
earlier”.
You did this with brother, too~?”
laughter. “I… uh… well, you see, Feli, I…”
having seconds.
again, too complicate…
yes, of course (Italian)
slower (German)
petit Italie, on vient juste de commencer:style='mso-ansi-language:FR'> Patience, little
starting (French)
feels good (Spanish)