I am in no way experienced with writing smut. But I think I did kinda okay, but I'll let you all decide that, so tell me how you think I did?. I guess this was a sort of exchange between me and Poobli(who also wrote some PortNorNed. Which, was awesome).
PWP. You have been warned.
Knut: Norway
Leonaldo: Portugal
Maarten: Netherlands
Ultimate OT3.
Leonaldo has Maarten pressed into the mattress, pounding into him as hard as his hips let him. Silent screams and loud moans escape Maarten as he grasps at the sheets trying to gather his thoughts, failing as Leonaldo's cock hits his prostate with every thrust.
He feels Leonaldo bite into his shoulder to silence the moan that would otherwise leave his throat.
And for a second, he almost forgets Knut's watchful eyes from the corner of the room.
A loud moan rips through his throat, and he releases onto the mattress. Leonaldo follows not far behind, biting again into his shoulder, drawing blood that leaves a metallic taste in his mouth.
As Leonaldo pulls out of him, his thoughts once again stray again to the Norwegian who watched them, and his eyes travel to Knut, who still sits in the corner, chin resting in his palm.
He looks bored.
He is bored.
When he sees Maarten's annoyed expressions his lips pull up into a smirk.
Maarten wants to get up, wants to punch that look off of the Norwegian's face.
But then Knut stands up.
Maarten expects him to say something, but all he does is sigh, the smirk falling from his face, and leave the room, as if nothing had happened. Maarten goes to follow after him, but Leonaldo stops him.
"Don't make him mad." Leonaldo said, running his fingers gently over the wound on Maarten's shoulder. "Or he won't join us later tonight..."
Maarten hisses as Leonaldo presses down onto the wound, sending sharp pain shooting through the skin.
He fucking hates them both.
But at the same time, he doesn't.
His hands are bound to the headboard as his ass sticks up in the air. He can feel a hand touching his ass, teasingly spreading the cheeks apart, but he can't tell who it is as his face is shoved into the mattress by another hand. It's not until a tongue flicks across his entrance does he realize who's touching his ass. Knut always had a thing for rimming. His tongue flicks across Maarten's entrance a second time, before going in. It swirls around for a short minute, before finding that one bundle of nerves.
The gag around his mouth just barely hides the scream that tears through his body.
Leonaldo lets his hand up to run his fingers through Maarten's hair. It was almost affectionate.
Knut pulls away from his ass, before motioning for Leonaldo to come over.
Maarten feels the side of the mattress lift up, and he knows what they're about to do. A moan gets caught in his throat as he feels a finger enter him, curling up before a second finger is added. His breathing become ragged as a third finger is added, then a fourth, pumping him, stretching him.
By then he's practically screaming into the mattress, as he feels Leonaldo's cock push into him, soon followed by Knut.
At first it's awkward. They haven't done this nearly enough to be used to it, but soon they have a set motion, Knut and Leonaldo both thrusting into Maarten as he pulls a the restraints and bites into the gag in his mouth. His throat is raw and his teeth ache, and he can barely breathe as two cocks ram into him all at once.
It isn't long before he comes, his wrists raw and sore from pulling at the restraints.
Knut and Leonaldo follow, pulling out of him one at a time, their breathing hard and slow.
"We need to do this more often." Leonaldo mutters into Knut's hair.
"Maybe. We'll have to see what our bitch here thinks, first. "