Another deanon from the Hetalia kink meme. The prompt is... France/England/Prussia, England getting his cock worshiped by the other two. Yep.
Not all of us are born with the ability to write porn, okay. And this is my attempt to practice my porn writing skills.
*runs away*
The temperature in the room was rising fast, England's breath hitched when France gave his cock a long lick. He'd never say it aloud that he's taking his words back about how 'I won't be associated with the two of them moronic souls'. Not in his immortal lifetime and over his dead body, thank you very much.
Another hand joined France's and England waited in anticipation for Prussia's actions that were to come. He gasped when those skillful fingers began playing him like a fucking pro. That git must have learnt a thing or two from Austria!
A fleeting touch there, fingers sliding down there, and England moaned involuntarily when France's mouth closed on his length. His hands clutched on the bed sheet almost painfully, he wouldn't throw away his last bit of pride to that frog so easily.
France, damn and bless his soul, started to suck him off like he was born to do just so. Hands on his thighs to prevent him from trashing about. He didn't realize, when did he shut his eyes off?
"Look at him, Arthur." Prussia's voice cut through his loud pants and the obscene noises France made. England cracked his eyes open and drank the view offered to him. The Prussian used his hands to keep France's golden hair from falling down and covering his face.
England was mesmerized. That much was clear to him. He couldn't help but watch every minute details of France's face and those luscious lips closed around him, sliding up and down in an erotic rhythm. Life can be good to him too, he thought.
When Prussia shifted and bent down, England almost couldn't believe his eyes. Prussia and France, both of them licking and sucking. Both of them pampered him as if he was their God. Their fingers tangled and entwined to pump his cock, the different textures of their skins made such delicious frictions.
He must have died and went to heaven, he must have-
The climax jolted his brain into malfunctions and a bunch of gibberish. Barely awake, he saw his two lovers lapped at his come greedily. Tongues on skin, tongue on tongue, lips on lips, and England blacked out.