When I Pray
"Oh, ciao fratello. I didn't know you were coming over to day." Romano pushed his way past Italy, soon followed by Spain. "Hola, Ita-chan!" "Ciao Spain!" Italy led the two men to his living room. They sat down and talked, and were soon joined by Germany. Who walked in naked. With very obvious scratches across his body. Odds are, it wasn't from the cat. "Hey Italy, do you know what happened to my clothes? I cant seem to find-" Germany stopped abruptly as he saw that him and Italy were not alone.
"Um... Halo Spain. Romano." Romano scoffed, disgust evident on his face. "Oh, of course the damn potato-eater is here. Why are you just prancing around naked in my brothers house?" Romano's eyes widened as he slowly understood the situation. He looked from his brother, who was smiling obliviously, hair tousled and lips swollen, to Germany, who was obviously scratched by human hands. "Oh hell no!" Romano lunged at Germany. Before he made contact, Italy caught him. Italy dragged Romano off to another room. "We'll be right back guys."
Italy slammed the door shut and locked it. He turned to his brother, who was redder than Spain's tomatoes. "Fratello, I can explain." "Oh really, you can?" "Si! First of all, it's not what you-" ""'It's not what you think'. Really? Cause I think that you were just fucking Germany." Italy just blushed. "Why!? Why would you do that with someone like him!? The damn potato bastard of all people!" "You're one to talk! What about you and big brother Spain!?" "That's different!" "No it's not!"
The two Italians argued back and forth, before Italy leveled a cool, calm glare on his brother. "Well, at least I only get on my knees when I pray." Romano turned crimson. Italy could practically see the steam rising from his brother's ears. They could faintly hear Spain laughing his sweet ass off. That only enraged Romano more. "You also tend to choke a lot when you pray." Italy blushed, but he knew it was true. Spain laughed harder at Romano's comeback, and Germany was embarrassed. "Oh mein fucking gott." "Fucking is right, my friend." The Italians could hear Spain's smirk. Italy knew Germany must be redder than Romano right now.
Italy rolled his eyes at his brother, then walked out the door. "Whatever, fratello." Romano joined everyone back in the living room. Instead of siting down, he grabbed Spain's hand, pulling him to the door. As he was about to exit, he heard Italy chime in. "Have fun praying, fratello." Romano, instead of blowing up, smiled happily at his brother. But it didn't quite reach his olive green eyes. "And you as well, brother. I hope your lord and savior answers your every prayer." Spain was laughing and Germany was wanting to curl up and die. "Oh, hell yes! Lets go pray together, Roma!" Spain winked at Italy and the young nation waved at Spain "Have fun! Ciao!" Spain pulled Romano out of the house and closed the door.
Italy turned to Germany, who was red all over, and wouldn't meet Italy's gaze. "I'm sorry, Italy" Italy was puzzled. "Why?" "Because of me, your brother left." Italy rolled his eyes playfully, jumping into Germany's arms, pressed against his naked form. Germany had taken a pillow to somewhat shield himself. "It's okay! It's better like this anyway; we can get back to what we were doing!" Italy smiled brightly as Germany's disappearing blush darkened. Then, Germany picked Italy up in his arms and carried him back to his room. "Ja, that is a good idea." Italy giggled hapilly before pulling his lover down, connecting their lips.
Romano pushed Spain against the door as soon as it was closed, connecting their lips roughly. Spain smiled into the kiss. He loved it when Romano got angry; just not when it was at him. Romano was always so much more passionate and demanding. Fiesty. Spain always found it so sexy when Romano look control. Romano bit down on Spain's lip, making the nation cry out in surprise, then moan in pleasure. He pulled back a little bit, speaking against Spain's lips. "You're wearing to much clothing." Romano started unbuttoning Spain's shirt, while the latter worked on Romano's. Soon, they were both shirtless.
Italy moaned as Germany's gentle hands roamed around his body. Touching as light as a feather.
Germany slowly unbuttoned Italy's shirt, teasing his small lover. When Germany had teased Italy enough, he quickly dispatched of the rest of his clothing, leaving the Italian in nothing but his German flag boxers. Germany leaned down and Italy wrapped his arms around the mans shoulders. He smiled, thinking Germany was going to kiss him. Instead, Germany went lower, first licking at Italy's neck, then gently biting down, leaving a hickey. Italy moaned in pleasure. Germany reached one hand down to softly stroked his lovers clothed member, and reached up with his other hand, wrapping Italy's curl around his finger.
Italy barely silenced his cry of pleasure, biting down on Germany's shoulder. Germany continued to kiss and bite, playing with Italy's curl and erection. He left more hickeys all over Italy's body. Germany pulled back, retracting his hand so that he was only touching Italy's curl, as he looked down at his masterpiece. New pink hickeys were added to Italy's collection of purple marks, evidence of their most recent bout of passion. "Germany... Please." Germany was slowly coming undone at the sound of his lovers begging.
Though Spain found it incredibly sexy when Romano took control, he needed to remind his young lover who was the dominant one. He quickly switched their positions, pushing Romano against the wall roughly, but not enough to hurt; he would never hurt his little tomato... unless he asked, or more likely begged, for it. Spain lifted Romano up, and he tightly wrapped his legs around Spain's narrow waist. Spain moved down to suck harshly on Romano's neck, leaving a red mark on his porcelain skin. Romano tangled his hand in Spain's chocolate brown hair, pulling him back. "Bed."
Spain pressed his lips against Romano's again, pushing his tongue into the boys mouth, as he carried him to their bedroom, as Spain liked to call it when Romano wasn't around, their sex dungeon. Spain threw Romano on the bed, crawling on top of him. His normally bright green eyes had darkened with lust to a rich emerald. Romano's lustful eyes met Spain's, almost a challenge to the man. Romano grabbed a fistful of Spain's hair, and yanked him down. Lips met, tongues fought, and teeth clashed in a messy, passionate kiss. Romano arched his back, pressing his chest against Spain's, and grinding his neglected erection against Spain's own hard member. Spain growled against Romano's lips. And Romano found it so fucking hot that he alone could do this to Spain. Though his lover had the same effect on him.
Germany leaned down, covering his lover's body with his own, embracing the young man as he brushed feather light kisses all over his torso. He moved lower, kissing his abdomen and hip bones. He was so close to where Italy wanted him. Needed him. "Germany... please, stop- stop teasing." Germany kissed Italy's clothed tip, then slowly removed his boxers. He had teased the nation enough. Germany blew cool air over Italy's hard length before taking him into his mouth. He bobbed his head a few times before pulling back, again blowing icy air over Italy again. Italy moaned, a shiver running down his spine. Germany took Italy into his mouth again, all the way this time. Before long, Italy was cumming in Germany's mouth. Germany swallowed all of it, then moved back up to kiss Italy. The young nation moaned, tasting himself on the others tongue.
Italy pulled back, smiling like a predator at Germany; his prey. He switched their positions so that he was on top. Grinding on Germany's hard length, he leaned forward, licking the shell of his ear before whispering. "Your turn, Germania." He slowly moved down so that he was between Germany's muscled legs. Italy lightly brushed his fingertips over Germany's length a few times before finally leaning forward and taking Germany into his mouth. He shallowly bobbed his head, teasing Germany. After Germany was just about to burst, Italy relaxed his throat and took all of Germany into his mouth. Germany thrust in eagerly, but carefully. He wouldn't hurt his little Italian. Italy hummed around Germany's length, causing the latter to cry out as he came down Italy's throat.
Spain hastily undressed himself and Romano. Romano moved out from under Spain, turning him over and positioning himself between the mans legs. Before he could take Spain's length into his mouth, the older man stopped him. Spain repositioned Romano so the the boys cock was facing him, and vice versa. Spain took Romano into his mouth, causing the boy to moan, soon doing the same. Spain positioned his hand at Romano's entrance, pushing one finger in. Romano jolted, pulling back, panting, as Spain entered another finger, then a third, and began thrusting them. Romano quickly came in Spain's mouth, leaving the other to smile triumphantly as he swallowed.
Romano was always so competitive, trying to make Spain come first; he never did, Spain was too skilled for the young man to hold out. Spain shifted, placing himself between Romano's legs. He kissed the boy, who moaned. He could taste himself on Spain's tongue, though that wasn't new. Romano pulled back. "Spain, hurry up, dammit!" Spain smiled kindly. "Are you sure you're ready, Roma?" "Dammit, bastard, yes! I'm fucking ready!" Spain's smile turned into a cruel smirk. He leaned down to whisper to Romano."Then beg me for it."
"I-Italy." Said nation jumped into his lovers warm arms. "Yes, Germany?" Germany blushed and looked away. "Ich liebe dich." Italy beamed. "Ti amo tanto troppo!" Germany laid Italy down on his back. He put his hand to Italy's soft lips. The young man parted his lips, sucking lightly on the digits, coating them in saliva. Germany stroked Italy's curl, pulling his hand back. He positioned it at his entrance before gently pushing in one digit. Then a second, and soon a third. Italy was moaning wantonly, clutching Germany's shoulders tightly as he bit down on the man's shoulders; a feeble attempt to silence his moans.
"Ger- aahhh... Please, Germany" Germany gave Italy a sweet kiss, slowly pushing his hard length into his lover. Italy and Germany moaned, their breath mixing. Germany gave Italy time to adjust to his size, when he felt the nation relax, he slowly began thrusting. Italy purred, trailing kisses all over Germany's neck. He tangled his hand in Germany's hair, pulling the man down, connecting their lips. Italy smiled happily into the kiss. He loved his German so much, the man was always so gentle with Italy. Italy gasped as Germany hit him just right.
"You fucking bastard! Hurry up already!" Spain shook his head. "Nope, that doesn't sound quite right. Try again!" Spain sounded way too chipper. Romano blushed and spread his legs as wide as he could, holding them back to keep them place. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. "P- Please Spain... Put it in." Spain thought he was going to burst; Romano was so cute, begging like that. Spain thrust roughly into Romano, causing the latter to cry out in pain-laced pleasure. Romano's back arched up from the bed, pulling Spain deeper into him. "Damn, still so tight." Spain smiled devilishly, though not unaffected; he was panting hard as well. "Just hurry up and move, dammit!"
"Such a spoiled child, Roma." Spain thrust in once then stopped. He licked Romano's ear before whispering to him. "How do you want it, Romano? Shallow? Or deep?" He thrust in hard, demonstrating the latter. Romano refused to meet Spain's eyes as he whispered. "D-deep." "What was that, Roma? I didn't hear you." Romano didn't even have to look, he could hear the smirk in Spain's voice. He spoke again, louder this time, and Spain wasted no time thrusting roughly into his little Italian. Romano wrapped his arms around Spain's broad shoulders, clutching the man to him.
Italy urged Germany to go faster, harder. The man was quick to comply, pounding into the nation roughly. Italy wasn't even trying to be quiet anymore. Germany loved to hear Italy's beautiful voice in the throes of passion. He reached his hand down between their bodies and stroked Italy's neglected erection. Italy felt his stomach knot, stars gathering in his eyes. With one more powerful thrust, the young mans vision exploded in a burst of white, his German lover soon following.
Italy curled up against Germany's bare chest as the man wrapped his strong arms around his Italian "Ich liebe dich, Italy." "Ti amo tanto troppo, Germany." Germany ran his hand through Italy's hair, lightly playing with his curl; it had formed a small heart. Italy smiled in the afterglow of their passion, purring lightly. Germany smiled, kissing the top of Italy's head. His lover was already asleep. Germany stayed awake, running his hand through Italy's silken hazelnut hair, not even realizing when he had finally succumbed to unconsciousness.
Spain felt Romano's curl tickling his nose. He looked up and took it between his teeth, pulling it. Romano cried out, seeing tomatoes. Spain continued to assault the curl as he pounded into Romano's tight ass. Romano suddenly tensed up, clenching around Spain as his vision went white. He came all over his stomach and Spain's. Spain thrust harder and faster, soon joining his lover in bliss. Romano fell back, pulling Spain with him. The latter collapsed on top of Romano, careful not to crush the boy. Both were breathing hard.
Spain rolled off of Romano, pulling him into his warm embrace. Romano pressed himself flush against Spain's body. Spain smiled contentedly at Romano. "You're so beautiful, Romano. Te amo." Spain nuzzled Romano's silken hair, not noticing the boy turn crimson. "Shut up, bastard." Romano buried his face against Spain's chest. "And, uh, ti amo, bastard." Spain smiled, opening one eyes to see Romano's curl form a heart. He kissed the top of the boys head. "Siesta time." Romano grunted in agreement, smiling to himself as he inhaled Spain's scent of cinnamon and sunshine. Spain stroked Romano's hair, neither of them speaking. I love you, Espana, even if I don't always show it. I know, Roma. Spain kissed Romano one last time before they both drifted off to sleep.