Okay, have some more. I realized that I messed up a bit last chapter, with the condom and stuff, but consider this my apology for my mistake. More smut because I kept it hanging enough to write a second part.
Well….it didn't take long after getting aroused again to get rid of it. Germany, even though he was going to make breakfast, decided to help. And….help he did. They ended up pants less, again, on the couch trying to figure out why the hell they decided to do it again, and risk being seen just in case someone came into their home. You can say another one of Italy's fantasies was fulfilled. Food was forgotten, so were their pants, and both just ended up laying on the couch for a while, Italy curled up on Germany's bare chest, drawing pointless little doodles with an index finger.
"Why did we do that?" Italy asked, looking up at Germany. He opened his eyes, rubbing circles himself with the hand against Italy's waist.
"Pretty unwise to go around with a boner"
Italy chuckled, laying his head down on Germany's chest, hearing his heart beat gently under his ear. He really loved that sound. He sighed, pressing his ear closer. This was perfect. Another round down, and now he could just lay around in the living room with Germany, naked and not a care in the world. Germany even looked like he wasn't going anywhere. Germany wound a hand through Italy's hair, tugging his head to his to kiss him gently. Italy chuckled into it, deepening it just enough to pull them closer.
As their tongues started to clash in their usual fight, the front door slammed open, and Prussia's voice exploded into the silence of the house.
"Honey, I'm home!"
To top it off, he was drunk off his ass.
Italy scrambled to pull away from the kiss, sitting straight up on Ludwig's stomach. Walking in casually was Prussia, red in the face with his usual goofy drunk grin, and France who was making sure Prussia stayed up on his feet. Both boys stopped as they saw Italy watching them with such a large blush, and Germany's face popping up as well over the top of the couch. France tugged Prussia back a few steps but lost hold as he laughed so hard he fell, pointing at the boys scrambling for some sort of cover.
"They finally got to fucking second base after skipping it! On the fucking couch! Oh my god, this is-"Prussia after that couldn't speak another word, consumed by his laughter. Thank goodness for Germany, because now Italy was clutching to the blanket draped over the couch, and Germany was tugging his jeans on, looking just about ready to literally kick Prussia out on his ass, and let his drunken butt wander around outside until he fell asleep walking. As he finally tugged them on enough to walk over to him, France was already tugging him up from the ground, slapping his hand over the loud Prussian's mouth and keeping him from struggling.
"I'm sorry guys! I thought he would be okay here to sleep off the alcohol, but I'll bring him to my place" France said as he pulled still fighting Prussia back out of the house, and into the car, where he strapped Prussia in and that was that.
"It's like a prison!" they could hear Prussia shout from the car before the duo pulled away and left, leaving the door opened just a crack. Germany, now semi-clothed and staring completely bewildered at what just transpired, didn't really know what to do. Italy however, wrapped up in a blue and white blanket, had a sort of mind to do something. He picked up the discarded condom from earlier and its wrapper, and went to throw it away.
From there, it finally came back down to relaxing, although Germany was still a bit befuddled by the fact that his brother was basically looking to crash again in his house after getting drunk. He assumed after moving into Austria's basement that he would go there.
"At least big brother France decided to make sure he went somewhere else" Italy said as he set a cup of fresh hot chocolate in front of his husband. Germany accepted it kindly and sipped at the steaming beverage. Italy took his and wandered out into the living room.
"I know that we can trust France when it comes to keeping things like this going" Germany turned in his chair to watch as Italy walked back with a shake of his hips, setting his untouched drink on the table and pulling his blanket up enough to show enough skin to get Germany on his feet in an instant. Italy looked over his shoulder and smirked. His was plotting again, Germany could see it. Romano may have control of the mafia, but Italy knew how to think like a mafia man, and loved it when that side of Italy showed himself.
"I was wondering something, Ludwig…."
Germany was up on Italy near instantly, hand on his hips. He was toying with him, playing the right cards to do it again, and god dammit he didn't care if he fell into the trap, into the checkmate that obviously both of them wanted but denied that they did want.
"What?" Germany asked back. Feli braced himself with one arm on the kitchen counters now pressing into his back. That look in his eyes, they were turning predatory, and it was driving Italy's head to go into game mode again. Two options stood before him. Number one was to just kiss him, hop up on the counter and see if he went for the bait to screw him here, filling just one more fantasy of many for him, and possibly for Germany. The second option was asking what Germany fantasied about, and hope that one of them was to screw him here. Both seemed like really good ideas, and both weighed about the same, but the second one….could open up a lot of other doors. He didn't know why, but the idea of just using the day to really break into second base seemed better than doing the stuff to avoid going to second base.
"I was wondering…what you wanted to do. I've already gotten two things off my list…." Italy asked, putting both arms now against the counter. Something told him he would get one more checked off, because the look he was getting was getting more and more heated. Germany smirked at him, something taking a bit of life in his pants. Italy chuckled, but before h could shrug off the blanket, he was pulled up onto the counter, where the blanket stayed pinned underneath him, one leg pulled to the side, just on the edge of the counter, so his ass and arousal were hanging in plain view. Italy knew he was blushing, completely flustered by the position, and attempted to cover up, until Germany's hands gripped his hands and held them over his head.
"You asked what I wanted to do…" Everything about that one sentence coming from Germany made everything tingle. It was so dark, hot, and predatory that his arousal came up to said hello just a bit more. Germany went for Italy's neck, placing a hand in his inner thigh, biting and nipping at the skin. Italy squirmed under the hold of him, trying to get to his hands free. Germany bit down on his neck, getting Italy to whine. A hickie, already rising up, nice and bright on him. Now was when things got fun, and Italy found himself wondering where the hell it all came from. One moment he was just watching him tease, now he was getting bitten and bruised and completely aroused just by Germany leaving love bites? He soon found himself thinking less, and impulsively acting as Germany finally let go of his hands and went right for a hard French kiss.
He could feel his fingers ghost up his torso, sending shivers up his spine. One hand captured a nipple, pinching and tweaking at it. Italy once more pulled away from a kiss, gasping at the nipple was pulled up, twisted and played with. Germany smiled, obviously getting the reaction he wanted. He went down to the nipple, latching on to it, and moving his hands to play with the other. Italy's head was just everywhere now, watching as Germany licked and bit the nub. He was biting back groans, not wanting to give away what that actually really felt like. He didn't really even know those felt anything. He always thought only girls felt it there. Germany's looked up at bright-faced Italy, noting that his bottom lip was starting to bleed from constantly biting it to stay shut. Letting go of the nipple, he brought Italy into another kiss.
"Don't hold it back, Feli. You didn't when we did the first two times, don't stop now" Germany simply asked of him, pulling away from the kiss to talk. Italy nodded softly, leaving a butterfly kiss on Germany's forehead. Germany didn't return it, but went straight back to work, pulling Italy's butt just off the counter edge and letting his own at attention erection free from its confines.
"W-wait, no…" Italy was seeing this right, right? No…condom, not nothing. He wasn't even going to prepare him?
"Yes, nothing. One thing I've wanted to do Italy, was bareback it"
The expression going through Italy's completely wonky mind was 'Fuck him sideways, and just do it now!'. Bareback, nothing there to help, or keep things smooth, just skin on perfect skin. He didn't mind the idea at all, but just something about doing it bareback scared him just a bit, like the first time. He knew what it felt like when it all ended, the first time proved that, but…he was wearing a condom then right? Wait, how, unless it broke or…. Fuck, now he was thinking too much. Stop thinking, start acting.
Italy finally broke from his inner thoughts, and smiled. "Okay, it's okay. Go"
Germany broke into his own smile, but it soon turned into a shit-eating smirk as he lined himself up with Italy's entrance. Italy wrapped his legs behind Germany's back, pushing Germany closer and just nudging the tip on the entrance. Something though, again blame the overactive thinking, was bugging Italy.
"No preparing?" he whispered into Germany ear. Germany's breathing hitched just a bit, though he answered, tightening his grip on Italy's thighs.
"None needed. We've gone at it twice; it's open enough to take it"
It was true. The usually puckered entrance was open, just enough Form Germany to enter without any preparation. Italy was trying to make it compute in his head, but Germany entering him and hitting his prostate first thrust tossed the idea of thinking out of the window in into the street. Italy gasped out something in Italian, rambling nothings as Germany started up an even pace, every time hitting that single sweet spot. Italy pulled himself up into an angle, wrapping his arms around Germany's shoulders, groaning into them as Germany slammed all the way inside him. He remembered that the first time he did that, it hurt. Now it was just an odd little pinch. Germany was starting to lose control, quickening the pace, driving one small growl out of the blond.
Italy cried out as each strike hit a home run, everything building again. He could just start feel the borderline painful prickling again. He could hold it a bit more he knew it. Germany smiled up at him, going back to leaving little marks everywhere on him, still thrusting right at his prostate. He wasn't going to last long, not with Germany making sure everything felt some sort of pleasure. He couldn't hold it back, it was getting painful. He snaked a hand from his hold on Germany's neck and went to go for his arousal, only to be beat by Germany who had stopped marking him. Germany strong grip surrounded him, jacking him off to the edge he was getting too comfortable with. Italy gasped out everything he could think of as it built to a peak, both in Italian, English and what little German he knew. Just sweet nothings until he saw stars again, coming hard onto both their chests.
He tried to keep a grip on Germany's neck, even as everything felt like weak pasta. Germany came a second later into him, slamming into him once more before it started to fill him. He panted hard into his shoulder, shivering and shaking as his finally stopped. Germany leaned heavily on the counter, shuddering as his finished as well. They just stayed there, propped up again the used kitchen counter, not bothering with cleaning up the mess or putting clothing back on. After Germany collected himself, he pulled Italy off the counter, and just sat on the floor with him, Italy in his lap.
"That….was…amazing" Italy said between long drawn breaths. He was still feeling the effects of his hard release. Germany tightened his grip around Italy's back, pulling them right up against each other. Italy sighed into his chest again, fingering a button on Germany's pants, and then moving the hand, and his other arm, to hug Germany back. He wanted to sleep again. He felt more tired than he did the first time they did it. Germany sighed into Italy's hair, looking down at the number of bruises and hickes rising up on Italy's shoulders and neck. He really did go to town with them.
"Gets better….every time" Italy said with a chuckle. Germany smirked at him, and placed his hands on the side of his husband's face, pulling him up to his lips to a kiss. Not a French kiss, not a tongue-battle dominance kiss, just a simple kiss. They just…cuddle on the floor basically for a few minutes, until a blanket was draped over Italy. Germany and Italy looked up to find France standing over them. Germany near went ballistic, almost shoving Italy into the cabinets behind him but France held up his hands in surrender, and turned away from them.
"Merde, I wasn't even watching"
Germany got up, after Italy wrapped the blanket around him and making sure it stayed over the obvious parts. He was furious again, but France took care of the anger as he explained.
"I know my interruption with Prussia was horribly timed, and I came back after Prussia was out like a light to make sure I really didn't mess you guys up. I just got here, so I saw nothing"
Italy smiled at big-brother France. "Thanks for caring about us France" he said, clutching the blanket closer. His hips were hurting again, but he could go through it. Germany zipped up his pants, and had to let out a relieved sigh. France looked over his shoulder and finally turned toward them.
"And anyway, I wanted to know if my teachings were put to good use"
Germany suddenly was interest in what he had to say. "Teachings?" Italy started to freak out, flapping his arms, resulting in the loss of the blanket around him.
"Germany it was nothing, just oral lesson! Nothing happened"
"Oral lessons?!" Germany yelled. France was picking up the blanket and handing it back to Italy. He squeaked and wrapped it around him, going red in the face. Germany calmed down, but did ask France a question.
"So you taught him about this stuff?" France nodded at Germany.
"The basics, and the real romance in the act. Nothing physical, just some explanations and a few books. The rest he learned probably in his free time"
Germany looked at Italy for a moment, and then back at France. France though knew what bubbled under the German's hard gaze.
"I think it would be best if you left, France, not that I hate you"
"No, it's alright. You enjoy enough, you too"
France was out of there fast, leaving them to their devices. Germany told Italy's wrist and started to pull him back up to the second floor.
"Germany, where are we going?"
"Bedroom. You still owe me two fantasies" that was his predatory voice again. He wasn't going to argue for it, and Italy swallowed the lump in his throat as they walked quickly up the stairs, Germany's thumb rubbing into his wrist. He did get two of his fantasies before they did a joint one. But so quickly after the last one…..oh he was going to regret this all too much.
Germany opened their door, whisked them inside, closed in, and took his awaited turn to do what he did their first time. All teeth and tongue, a dominance rough, hot and taken over by Germany. Italy's blanket was shoved down and away from him, and was shoved up on the bed, watching in heated anticipation and lust as Germany shrugged off his pants once more, throwing them who knows where, and assuming his place above Italy. He was semi-hard already, and went for Italy's weeping arousal. Italy gasped as his breath ticked over it, and his hand wrapped around it once more, running the calloused palm up and down.
"G-germany..."
The larger nation smirked, and descended upon it, licking the head before taking it all in his mouth. Italy yelled out as the wet cavern enveloped him, and Germany's tongue swirled around it, playing with every little vein. He bobbed his head up and down it, letting it finally come out with a pop. Italy was flushed heavily, consumed by yet another new practice he would have to do again. Germany climbed back up and kissed him full on the mouth, Italy's taste still clinging to him. Italy had to admit, it was odd tasting himself, but at the same time it was really good. Germany pulled back after the short tongue battle, and leaned into Italy's ear.
"Flip over" was all he said. Was he really going to fuck him doggy, and bareback again? THAT was a fantasy of his? Italy was really starting to regret asking him if he had any he wanted to pursue. He did flip though, his ass up in the arms and arms propping hims up. One of Germany's hands wound itself under his chest, playing with one of his nipple, his erection pressing once more against his entrance.
He was going to regret this later.
Germany slammed into him, not bothering with warning him, and continued that way, making Italy sit up onto his knees, arching his back big time.
He was really going to regret this later.
~Later the next morning~
"Fantasies be damned…" he mumbled into his pillow. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, anyway. Last night, they totaled a total of five times. Five times they made love, fucked hard, and god damn he SO regretting it now as he lay on his bed face down, his hips and ass constantly complaining. He was so sore, and covered in dying hickies and bright bruises from Germany's biting and playful marking. He knew that he was able to mark Germany, because their fifth time was him riding Germany. Oh god, he really regretted doing that.
And all because they wanted to pursue just a few of their fantasies.
"Seriously...why?" Well...Germany was good enough and nice enough to cover for him in the World Meeting today. He wouldn't be home for a few hours. Had to figure out a way in entertain himself without making himself move anything below his waists and above his knees. All he had now was his thoughts and those...
Nope, not helping, not at all. He would never get his mind to stop being a pervert, thinking up even more scenarios. The table one was back again.
"Annoying fantasies..."
ANNNNND...That brings us to the end of my smut writing for a bit. I hope you enjoyed it! I can't believe though that people like my smut more than my fluffy/random T rated oneshots...
Thank you my lovely smut readers/lovers!
