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Cepheus: In response to a kink meme request, Itacest, Spain joining in, DP on Italy. Enjoy.
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Rating: NC–18.
Warnings: threesome, DP, yaoi, anal.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Hetalia.
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Can I join?
One–shot
“Ahn~ Bro–brother, please, now it’s not the time…”
Feliciano tried to push his brother away,
squirming from his spread position on the bed until he was almost free, but
with a chuckle, Lovino held him still by his legs, shifting upwards until he’d
resumed his position above the other.
With a slow motion, he leaned forwards again,
licking a path from Feliciano’s neck up to his ear, enjoying the little shivers
racking through his younger brother’s body.
“Why not?” he asked, voice an octave lower, in
a sensual, alluring tone.
Feliciano licked his suddenly dry lips, and
tried to make his brain work. Why did he want to stop again?
He’d been about to prepare dinner for himself
and his brother, after having had a long day of running around and meeting up
with Germany and Japan for a get–together, when Lovino had popped up from
behind him, smirking at him.
And then…
And then, he’d pounced, sending both of them
sprawled on the carpet.
Apparently, south Italy’s southern vital
regions were horny.
Italy had tried to shove him away, but when
Lovino was horny, he was seriously
horny. He had not allowed him to go, hauling him over his shoulder and dropping
him on their shared bed, proceeding in removing all clothes and any reserve
Feliciano had.
“B–but what… what about dinner?” he tried
again, squirming when Lovino’s hand tenderly brushed against his side.
“You
can be my dinner” Romano smirked at Feliciano’s blush and consequent eye–roll,
and leaned forwards again, sealing their lips in a kiss.
Feliciano melted in the kiss and slowly
started to respond, pushing his tongue out to meet Lovino’s, moaning lightly
and intertwining his fingers with those of his brother. Lovino growled in
appreciation and wrestled control of the kiss, shifting one leg in–between
Italy’s own, pressing it down and shifting it up and down.
“Hnnnn~” Feliciano’s
cheeks flushed crimson and parted his legs, humming in appreciation and
squirming around, letting go of Lovino’s fingers to massage his shoulders and
collarbone.
Their lovemaking was often preceded by long
foreplay, which both enjoyed, and this time was no exception; Lovino nipped
down Feliciano’s collarbone, sucking on each bite and licking the reddish spot,
hands taking a hold of the other’s hipbones and lowering his underwear, which
caused Feliciano to giggle.
“T–tickles” he gasped out, out of breath, and
arched his back to press his chest flush against Lovino, wiggling and groaning
in appreciation as his brother’s knee moved against his growing erection.
Lovino groaned as well, one of his hands
shifting upwards to pull at Feliciano’s curl, at the same time biting down on
the other’s ear. Italy gasped out, startled, and moaned loudly, busying his own
hands all over Romano’s chest, fingers brushing over nipples and delicious
naked skin.
“You’re not protesting anymore” Romano
murmured, kissing his younger brother’s side of the mouth and smirking at the
pout he received.
“Ve~”
In a second, the positions were reversed and
Italy was on top, pushing down on Lovino’s leg with a groan, hands holding on
the other’s chest to keep his position.
Lowering himself with slow, deliberate
movements, Feliciano trailed kisses down his older brother’s chest, his tongue
flickering out of swollen lips to dart over pink, erect nipples, moving upwards
again to share another deep kiss.
Tongues battling, the two brothers kept
grinding against each other. After what felt like hours, Feliciano pulled up,
arching his back as he squirmed, smiling down and moving his hands to massage
lower, sensually caressing Romano’s tights.
Lovino licked his lips at the sight, feeling
himself grow harder at the arousing scene.
He allowed his younger brother that brief
moment of domination before making his move again. Lifting his knee up, pushing
all of Feliciano’s weight on it, he chuckled at the resulting prolonged moan;
Feliciano parted his legs more, rocking on the lifted knee with a clear sense
of urgency, and Lovino grabbed on the other’s legs, keeping them still and
helping him move, the sight enough to make his already hard erection harden
even more.
This was a side of Feliciano only he was
allowed to see, only he was allowed to evoke, only–
“Hnn… Lo…
Lovino… I… ahn… need…”
“Tell me what you need, Feli?”
he breathed out, a smirk playing on his lips.
He pushed his knee higher, rewarded with a
sharp intake of breath and a long, drawled out moan.
“I… hnnn…” Italy
swallowed, trying to form a coherent thought.
“Holy God!”
Something falling on the ground with a loud
noise scared both brothers out of their actions.
Lovino jumped a few inches, lowering his knee,
and Feliciano let out a yelp, falling on top of his brother, still painfully
hard, erection brushing against Lovino’s, both still in their underwear but
otherwise sweaty and naked and needy.
Their heads turned around, and both let out a
strangled gasp at the sight of a very flushed, clearly aroused, utterly shocked
Spain staring at them, a bag of tomatoes on the ground, the red vegetables
rolling everywhere on the floor.
“You… what… how… when did…” Spain, unable to
utter a single coherent sentence, stared in shock at the two brothers on the
bed.
At the two flushed, hard, panting brothers who
were in mid–way through sex.
The two Italies he’d
lusted over since childhood.
This was… this was…
A dream come true!
Recovering from his shock, Southern Italy
growled at Spain, realised he was standing there, looking at them, and he was
almost drooling, and felt a wave of anger hit him. He quickly shifted
positions, covering Feliciano’s body with his own, and in doing so, he brushed
their hardened members together, sending a spasm of pleasure through his body
and making Feliciano groan and arch his back.
“Bro…
brother…”
“Go away” he hissed, still staring at Spain.
His brother was his own property, and he didn’t like the predatory look in
Antonio’s eyes.
“What?” Spain blinked, focusing on Romano’s
words, and slowly shook his head. No, he was going away, not with what he was
staring at. Definitely not. “No way
in hell! Let me join!”
“What?! You Spain bastard, I’m not going to
allow you that!”
“Aww, come on!”
Spain smiled sensually, stepping forwards, but Lovino’s growl returned full
force, making his smile vanish. “Romano, please~” he was this close to whining.
“Brother… please…”
Feliciano, who was now shifting wildly under him, having been denied his orgasm
due to Spain he was desperately trying to get there, and his moving wasn’t
helping Lovino keep his mind clear, either.
“Feli… wait a moment
until I… ch–chase him away damn it” he mumbled, but
it was hard when his brother kept moving underneath him, tempting and delicious
and…
“Ve~… why don’t you let him join?” Feliciano
opened his eyes and glanced at his brother above him, pulling out his best
seductive stare.
“Wh–what? D–don’t be
stupid!” Lovino spouted, pushing back and staring incredulously at Italy’s
smile.
“Well, it would be… hot… after all, didn’t you always say you had a half–crush on
Brother Spa– ahn…”
Not finding another way to shut that loudmouth
up, Lovino grinded against him, and Feliciano went putty in his arms.
Spain swallowed hard.
“Come on… it’s just this one time…” Feliciano
grinned, recovering quickly and drawling out Lovino’s name a second later.
The older of the two Italies
felt his resolve (and his patience) crumble at this, and looked to the side; he
did in fact have a small crush on the
Spanish nation, but at the same time, he considered his brother something he
wasn’t willing to share.
And yet, if Feliciano asked it this way…
“So?” somehow, it looked like Spain and
Feliciano were synched, as they both asked the same thing in chorus.
“I–it’s just a one–time” he muttered, glaring
at Antonio, a clear warning in his tone and eyes “don’t you think you can
intrude anymore after this!”
Spain was far too ecstatic to even care, at
that point, and ran to the bed; he wouldn’t waste that opportunity, no matter
what, to make one of his life–long wet dreams reality. Jumping on the bed and
making both brothers squeal, he bent down and joined lips with the older
brother, also finally doing something he’d wanted to since back then in the
1600’s.
Lovino half hissed, half growled in his mouth,
more of a warning than anything, but accepted the kiss and quickly the two of
them started a tongue battle, neither willing to give up.
Underneath Lovino, Feliciano stared with
hungry eyes at the two, turned on by the display but feeling left out, and
pulled on his brother’s curl, wanting to join in the fun.
Romano let out a surprised moan, and Spain
took that second of advantage to reign on the kiss, lavishing the Italian’s
mouth with his tongue. When he pulled away, he stared unblinkingly at the sight
of a breathless Lovino blushing fiercely.
Winking at the smiling Feliciano, who smiled
back, he started removing all of his clothes, whilst Lovino threw a small fit
at his brother; Feliciano simply let out a soft “ve~” and leaned upwards,
requesting a kiss.
The older brother sighed, but relented and
moved back to his quest, hungrily devouring Feliciano’s lips, hands ripping
away his white–flag mapped underwear and then his own tomato–decorated one,
resuming his grinding now that they were both flesh–on–flesh.
“Ah, Feli…” Romano
let out a small whimper, throbbing for more.
Spain let out a moan –he was growing harder
just watching the two brothers interact. When he’d been dreaming of this, it
was exactly this scene that played in
his mind.
Bending down over Feliciano, Antonio flickered
his tongue out and tasted his neck, one of his hands moving to brush against
the hardened nipples; not getting any growl of anger from the other brother,
the Spanish felt allowed to continue.
“You taste sweet, Feli”
he murmured, his hand travelling boldly further south, until it brushed against
the two hardened lengths pressing together. The motion elicited sensual groans
from both Italians. Spain smirked and tightened his hold on them, pumping them
once.
“Ahn~” the northern
half of Italy let out a wail and arched up, lips parting and a trail of sweat
rolling down his chin.
The southern half let out a hiss, but closed
his eyes and accepted the touch, continuing his thrusting whilst his hands
mapped every inch of his brother’s body. Spain couldn’t resist all that exposed
skin, and determined in having all he could from this, moved forwards to bite
down on Lovino’s neck, making him falter in his motion and finally let out a good
moan.
Having achieved supremacy, Spain chuckled and
turned to the younger brother, who was thrashing wilder and wilder with every
thrust. Pre–cum leaking from the tip of his aching member, he was coming closer
and closer with each second passing by.
Grinning, Spain leaned forwards, lips closing
around Feliciano’s curl.
“Ah! Brother Spa~in!”
eyes rolling in the back of his head, pleasure cursing through his body like
flames, Feliciano felt his own body being washed away, higher and higher…
“Lo–Lovino…”
Lovino kept thrusting, forcing away his own
pleasure, as he felt it was far too soon to tie up a closure, and actually
Spain’s presence could be a good addition.
If only just this once.
Spain’s tongue and teeth kept pulling at
Feliciano’s curl, lewdly licking and pulling and biting, and his hand kept
pumping both of the brothers, and he just knew that they were closer and closer
and–
North’s eyes snapped open, and the sight above
him, with a panting Lovino and Spain’s eyes twinkling in excitement, let that
tightening burning heat in his groin explode.
“Aaahhhnn…”
Hands tightly gripping the mattress, Feliciano
came, long and hard, and the sight was enough to make Lovino almost loose his
composure. Gasping in shock, he stilled, shivers running down his frame,
painfully aware that Antonio’s hand was still pumping him and determined not to
let the bastard Hispanic nation best him in that, too.
Spain closed his eyes, forcing his erection
down a bit. He was so painfully hard,
and he hadn’t even started touching himself; just… picturing how tight it could
feel, to bury his needy erection deep into the gasping, moaning Feliciano,
feeling the heat surround him… oh, definitely, he wanted that.
He really, really, really wanted that.
Sadly, he also knew Lovino would be quite
adamant with that, and would probably not allow him the privilege, and even
more so, he wouldn’t allow himself to be defiled, either.
That called for drastic measures.
“Move” he ordered to the older brother, who
let out an unconvincing growl, muttering something under his shaky breath
before complying.
Rubbing his hands together, and under the
suspicious glare of the southern Italy, Antonio gently lifted Feliciano up, who
let out a squeaky “Ve~!”, and placed him on his lap, opening his legs as wide
as they could go.
Feliciano, skin on skin, squirmed a bit, the
hardened length of Spain fitting under his ass, and blushed, feeling terribly
exposed despite being used to stay naked with others. Smiling, Antonio kissed
his neck, hands moving all over his body.
“It’s arousing, isn’t it” he mumbled,
addressing a gulping Romano. “To watch as I touch him… as my hands brush
against his white skin…”
Letting out a shaky breath, the Italian fought
the urge to stroke himself; he couldn’t deny it, the sight was incredibly
arousing. Feliciano was spread, open and wanton, eyes fluttering close at the
slow, sensual ministrations, and Spain was staring straight at Lovino whilst
working his magic, hands on skin and tongue flickering out to taste and
explore.
Slowly, making sure Romano was staring,
Antonio moved his hands down south to massage Feliciano’s buttocks, his inner
tights and his lower belly.
North let out a squeak again, but his stamina
was quite high, and it was clear he was recovering fast from his first orgasm.
Lovino, unsure of what Spain wanted to do,
kneeled down in front of his exposed brother and started licking him clean,
tongue carefully lapping all the white substance away; it was a tad bitter, but
he didn’t mind the taste, having grown used to it.
Feliciano moaned in appreciation, moving along
and rubbing his ass on Spain’s erection, teasing him and making him twitch and
shiver in pleasure. Lovino threw a glare in the Spanish’s direction but didn’t
stop his ministrations.
“Ah… Brother…” Feliciano bit his lip, pressing
his back against Spain’s chest, hands fisting in Lovino’s hair when the older
brother started lapping at his member, quickly hardening again under the
doubled care of the other two Nations.
“Feli…” Lovino was
almost impossibly hard by this time. “I could… just… eat you up…”
“Have you got any lube around here?” Spain
twisted his neck above Feliciano’s writhing body and stared at Lovino, who
promptly stood up and glared at him.
“You’re not going to do that!” he growled,
instantly regretting having allowed him to join. “Not with me and especially not with him!”
“Let’s compromise, Romano~” Spain winked at
him. “If we do it both, it’s fine, right?”
Doing a double take, Lovino backed away a bit
from the two, staring in shock at Antonio, who did appear deadly serious,
though.
“Do it
both… what?!”
Spain lifted one hand to his mouth, and his
tongue flickered out, wrapping around his fingers and wetting them. He did it
slowly, with his other hand still massaging around Feliciano’s vital regions.
He coated his fingers with saliva one after the other, from tip to end, over
and over, repeating the process painstakingly slow. The sight shook Romano to
the core, and left him speechless as Antonio, after finally deeming himself
satisfied, moved his hand down.
The tip of his index circled Feliciano’s
entrance, teasing and slowly pushing in a bit.
“Ah! S–Spain!” Italy gasped at the sensation,
but kept his muscles relaxed, as this wasn’t new to him.
Smirking at the ready reaction, Spain let the
whole finger slip inside, inch by inch, aware of the tight heat surrounding it;
cautiously, he moved it around, searching and probing, not wanting to move too
quickly.
Italy parted his lips and panted, hands
clutching at Lovino’s shoulders and pulling him closer, both as an anchor to
hold onto and because he needed to keep his mind occupied to avoid any
uncomfortable feeling.
The finger wasn’t lubricated, merely wet with
saliva, so it was a bit raw, but he could take it, and yet he urged his brother
with a glance.
Spain chuckled and removed his finger.
South Italy fumbled through the small drawer
next to the bed, fingers shaking, and took out a vanilla–scented lube bottle,
popping it open and pouring a generous amount on Spain’s awaiting fingers, some
drops falling on the sheets.
“What do you have in mind” he grunted,
watching the fingers disappear again inside of his brother, who giggled at the
intrusion, only to turn his laughing into a deep, sensual moan. Lovino gulped.
Spain’s smirk was vaguely feral.
“If you come in with me, technically it should
be ok, right, Romano?”
Whilst Lovino’s brain took a screeching halt
at these words, Feliciano let out a wanton moan. He kind of… liked the idea.
Being filled by Lovino was godly, but how would it feel… to have twice that inside him?
Have both his brother and Spain moving inside
him at once… filling him… stretching him…
It was both arousing and scary… but after all,
he was the one who had asked for Spain to join in. might as well go along with
it.
“Brother… ah… let’s… let’s do it… per favore…”
And once again, Lovino couldn’t really say no.
Spain inserted the second and third finger,
moving them inside and widening the opening as much as he could, feeling like
he was going to burst already –the expectation kept building up and he just
wanted to bury himself deeply, aching for contact and…
Lovino moved forwards, his own hands coated
with lubricant, and pushed his fingers inside as well. three were enough when
he was doing it alone, but with Spain’s idea coming out, he wasn’t sure anymore,
and didn’t want to hurt his brother.
Spain and Lovino’s hands moved in combo,
pushing in and stretching, and Italy’s erection gained full length again; he
was trembling, body sandwiched between the two slightly more built nations, and
he loved that feeling.
Trying to grasp a firm anchor against the
growing pleasure, he lifted his head and bit on Romano’s curl, making the
slightly older nation shiver and falter in his moves. Retaliating quickly,
Lovino directed his fingers where he knew Feliciano’s prostate was, rubbing it
gently with his middle finger.
Feliciano bucked wildly on his hand, cheeks
reddening even more and lips wide, pleading and writhing. “More, please… aaahn…”
Lovino groaned himself, feeling Italy’s walls
try to close on his fingers. Gah, he wanted in, and
wanted in badly.
“Brother… hnnn… please, more…”
Exchanging a quick look with Spain, and
finding the same lust mirrored in his eyes, Lovino nodded, positioning himself
flush against Feliciano’s front. Spain adjusted himself in the back, still with
his fingers lodged deep, and aligned his erection with Lovino’s, grabbing them
tightly and resisting the urge to just finish by stroking them both to
oblivion.
He knew what was to come would be far better.
One moment, Feliciano was being held tightly, spooned
between the two, with Lovino’s hands holding his sides and one of Spain’s hands
around his chest, and the second–
The second, both Spain and Romano were pressing
in, and they were…
It
was…
“Gh…” Feliciano felt
his lungs constrict, choking him. “Ah… hnnnng…”
He could barely breathe, gasping for air as he
was slowly filled, and it was a sensation he had never felt before. It was far
too stretched, and they kept moving in, and it was pretty painful now.
Tears pooled in his eyes, rolling down his
cheeks, and he repressed a choked sob, knowing he could barely breathe as it
was, and it would only do worse if he sobbed.
But the feeling was…
Together with the pain of his skin stretching
far wider than he’d ever thought it could, another feeling was slowly building
up. There was no space for anything anymore inside him, and that meant every single inch was filled to the
brim, no place left untouched.
Spain and Lovino’s lengths pressed hard
against his prostate, previously roused enough that a bare brush sent sparkles
of pleasure running up and down his arms and legs, and now, it was being
mercilessly squeezed, and–
And…
“Ah! Ah… hnnn…”
And holy mother of… it was terribly good.
He flailed his arms around, clawing at the
sheets, trying to both have more of that feeling and to retreat, because it was
blurring his sight and buzzing through his body, and he couldn’t take it –it
was too much.
Holychristtoomuch–good
He whined and gasped, but Spain had apparently
predicted his reaction, because showing his self–control (it was hard not to
just let go of all inhibitions and thrust deeply into that tight heat) he held him
still with one hand and made Italy turn his head towards him, kissing him
deeply.
Slowly, he coaxed a response from the choking
Italian, making his shoulders relax and accept the double penetration. With his
tongue, he massaged Italy’s own, and Lovino, so that he wasn’t defeated, gently
stroked his brother’s hands, breathing laboured for the strain of keeping
still.
Ah, it was impossible for the both of them to
be inside, and yet…
“M…”
Lovino cradled his brother’s form closer,
straining his ears to understand what Feliciano was mumbling, frame shaking and
trembling.
“Move… p–please… I n–need… hnnn…”
Both his lovers groaned at this, and gladly
complied.
At first, the motions were off, and both
risked to slip out, but then a rhythm was established, and soon enough both
were vigorously pounding inside the tight walls, whilst Feliciano hugged his
brother tightly, completely overwhelmed.
Too hot
too hard too good –oh, godpleasemore–
Everything turned into a buzzed, heated
pleasure, bodies blurring together, nothing more than heat and gasps and yells and
demands for more, and pleasure so strong they could barely stand its waves.
It was…
Mind–blowing– the heat was only growing, both inside them and outside, and–
“Ah!”
And it was everything and nothing and they
were moving–
“Ahn… more… more!”
And they were all moaning loudly, all
restrictions falling in the heat of passion, only pleasure and white and–
“Faster… harder…!”
And it got
faster and harder, skin slapping against skin, Feliciano slamming down to meet
with the double thrusts, his insides abused and choking and yelling and–
“Ahn~! Please!”
Spain wrapped his hands around Feliciano’s
neglected erection, pumping it in rhythm, and Lovino leaned forwards to join
lips in a sloppy kiss, then both attacking Feliciano, and they were still
moving, and it was coming and it was–
The world exploded in white stickiness,
sending the three of them falling down on the mattress, gasping. Spain
collapsed on the side, riding his orgasm in waves and clenching his hands
around Feliciano as he mumbled out the younger Italian’s name.
Lovino’s own orgasm was sudden and blinding,
deafening him for a few seconds, until he came down from his haze and found
himself on top of his brother, shivering and moaning at the sensation still
tingling inside.
Italy’s second orgasm took away all energy he
had left, and he kept coming, each breathe making both softening erections
still inside of him brush and caress his prostate. He keened, nails digging in
Lovino’s back, but unable to stop the waves of pleasure cursing through him,
riding each wave with loud moans.
He fell on the mattress, spooned between the
other two, and twisted around, trying to move away but failing to do so as
Spain’s arms were still tight around him, and Lovino’s weight above him
rendered him unable to do much.
He wailed again, dry–orgasming
one last time before finally managing to pull free; Spain and Lovino slipped
out, leaving behind a sticky trail of white semen and the lightest shade of
blood, and Feliciano whined, cuddling closer to Lovino, so utterly tired he
could barely keep his eyes open.
The three laid there for an infinite amount of
time, just gaining back their breath, with Lovino absently cuddling his
brother, holding him close, until Spain thought he was recovered enough to
speak.
“Whoa” he whispered, voice hoarse from his
much yelling. “I’m seriously glad I thought about bringing some tomatoes over…”
And without any warning he was kicked out of
the bed. He fell down on his face, yelping in pain, and resurfaced from the
floor holding one hand over his bleeding nose.
“What the hell, Romano!”
He was greeted with a seething glare.
“Now go away, Spanish bastard!” he growled,
covering his dozing off brother with the clean part of the soiled sheet and
holding him protectively against his chest. “You’d better not get any ideas on
having a reprise!”
Feliciano muttered something, but his voice
was hoarse and he was too out of it to make sense, so Spain simply stood,
albeit shakily, and grabbing his clothes he managed out of the room before a
tomato smashed on the door next to his head.
“I’ll go, I’ll go! damn it, not even a bit to recover… insensitive little brat–”
Lovino snorted, but he had to admit Spain made
things a little spicier, for that once.
Curling closer to Feliciano, who nuzzled his neck
and closed his hands around his shoulders, Lovino breathed in deeply, tongue
tasting sweat on his younger brother’s skin.
Silence reigned for a moment, until the front
door was opened and then shut close again. Then, Lovino’s angered pout slowly
morphed into a smirk.
“Say, Feli… would
you mind another round?”
Suddenly Italy was very much awake.
“What?”
Lovino kissed a wet trail down his chest,
making him shiver. Still so sensitive, especially after such a strong climax…
“L–Lovino… you can’t be…” Feliciano groaned at
the feeling, still tingling and sensitive and weak, but Lovino’s hands were
intent and strong, shifting under the sheets and groping him with tender care.
“Don’t worry, you won’t even have to move…”
With that said, Romano positioned himself on
top of the other. Italy closed his eyes, knowing that a horny Lovino would
never back down.
True to his word, Lovino moved slowly,
dedicating a particular care not to shift Feliciano too much, knowing that in
the morning he would probably be in pain, and settled in–between his legs,
tongue lapping at his collarbone as he slipped inside.
Italy moaned out, skin tingling with the
sensation; it wasn’t as overwhelming as before, thankfully, but it was still
pleasurable. Lovino was moving in and out, their fingers intertwined, and the
slow, comfortable lovemaking was a perfect change of pace from the hurried,
mind–blowing heated sex from before.
He lifted his head, joining lips with Lovino
in a silent thanks, and allowed his brother to continue.
Sometimes he worried about his sexual drive.
Seriously.
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