Italy went to Germany's house after they were done at the beach. Italy insited on making pasta for Gemrany in order to pay him back for saving him. Germany went straight back to work.
"Doistuuu, dinners done." Italy said pearing around the corner at Germany. "Yes, yes ill be there in a bit just let me finish this paper." Italy turnd around with a pout on his face, he didn't want Germany's food cold, pluss he wanted to eat with Germany. Stupidly he came up with what seemed to be a good idea.
XX
Germany had finished the paper, but he grabbed a different paper and began working on it. Little did he know Italy had coeme up with a 'good idea'
"Doistuu." He heard the Italian call his name. "oh shit." Germany thought to himself. "Hold on Italy im almost done."
Italy walked in the doorway of this Germans office. He was sick of Germany working so he decided to destract him with…well with himself.
XxX
"Captin," Germany heard Italy's voice…It was lowerd..And sounded…sexy.
Germany looked up at Italy to see what the Italy had done this time. Italy was leaning in the doorway waering Germany's captins coat and hat.. Germany's eyes traced the Italians body down to his legs, to realise that he wasn't wearing any pants….
Germany cleared his throught and said the only thing he could think of at the moment," ehem…well look at you."
Italy smiled, "you like, no?" Italy asked in a suductuve voice.
Germany just stared blankly making Italy feel a little self contuoise of what he was doing…after a few minutes Italy noticed a blush on Germanys face. With a smirk he walked over to Germany, and sat on his desk.
Germany just gave a hazy stare.
Italy leand over the paper now laying on his stumach peeking over the desk, " oh your hard Germany, what are you thinking about German, something naughty?"
Germany looked down at Italy, with a slight blush. He began to lean down to Italy making their lips dangerously close. Italy smirked and cocked his head to the left to avoide Germany's smooth offer.
Germanys stopped with a slight squeak in his throught.
"What do you think you're doing captin? That's not part of the training." Italy teased holding back a small smirk on his face.
Germany stared at Italy with hooded eyes for a few moments then filnaly broke the silents, "I-Italia, do you have any idea what kind of monster your about to realiese?"
Italy smirked, leaning over to the blond German and whispered, "lets find out, moving his lips closer he finished the sentence, "Captin."
XX
Germany and Italy were in a breathless kiss, toungues fighting for donomance.
Germany was surprised to find out that Italy had stronger toungue reflexes then he did. Germany found the roof of his mouth being tickled by the Italians tongue.
"mmn," the German hummed in a flamed passion.
Italy pulled away from the juicie kiss gasping for air.
As they both gasped for air Italy unbottoned Germany's shirt, not letting his gaze leav the Germans eyes.
"so cute,"
Germany quickly let his shirt slide off this shoulders then his arms as he threw it aside carlessly, and then sliding his hands on Italy's bear hips lifting up the jacket to his uper thigh.
Italy smiled as Germany's hands began to expoore his body. First on his hips, then up his sides to his chest letting his thumbs stumble across his nipple. Germany wass slightly better at this than he origanaly thought.
XX
Being as gentle as posible Germany rubbed the Italians nipples loving the sounds he was getting in response.
Italy had begun work on the bottons on the coat he had foolishly dicided to botton. He wanted Germany and he wanted him now, so he decided to declare what they were about to do so there was no hesitation, "nnn G-Germany *pant pant* mnng- take me now," Italy grabbed the back of Germany's hair, and before Germany could respond, pulled him into another husky breathless his, (the best kind ;)
Germany leand into the kiss as the Italian rapped his legs around his hips pushing his bare chest on his. Italy pulled away and kissed his way around Germany's neck until he reached his ear then he whispered, "we arnt going to do it in the office are we?"
Germany paused and looked around. Although Germany though office sex would be super hot right now, its not what the romantic Italian wanted.
Germany nodded as he pulled Italy into another passionet kiss and picked him up, and stumbled to the doorway with his hands caressing he soft ass.
Italy moaned into the kiss feeling Germanys big soft hands gropping him. they fell against the doorway gasping for air, not losing eye contact.
After a few seconds of breathless panting they began roughly kissing eachother again as Germany now sumbled down the hall trying to focus on the Italians toungue more then his feet.
Italy let the coat slide off his arms, then continude to run his hands through Germany's soft hair, he could feel the beads of sweat making his hair clump together in, in wich tomarrow would result in sex hair.
Germany lost himself in the kiss and stumbled onto the coutch, not breaking the kiss. He slyly slipped his hands betwean Italy's legs from his ass and began to play with his balls.
The Italian, now ontop of Germany moan carlessly into the darkness of the room, from shock and pleasure.
"Ah….ha G-Germany..un"
Germany smiled and stopped just to teas the cute Italian. "yes my Italy?"
"m-more," Italy whined.
Unfortunaly Germany couldn't understand his lover. "Im…..Im sorry?"
Italy whined and squermed in the uncomfort of the erection that was in bad need of realeas.
"more n-now..make me come!" Italy begged
The german smiled as a grabbed the Italian and rubbed up and down the sensitive shaft.
"oh…oh Germany," italy let out a moan of reliefe.
This made Germany want the Italian more then anything. But that will come sooner or later. He began to pump the shaft faster and enjoyed the sweet sound of the Italians pleading moans for harder and faster.
"oh…ah hah AH G-Germany f-fa..ster uhn."
The German gladly obeyd the Italians plead letting a small moan out of his throught. He rubbed the sensitive area undernith the throbbing shaft and smiled as the Italian reliesed on his hand and slightly on his pants.
"Oh..oh Germany im gan- AHHN," is what he left Germany with before he past out on his chest. Lightly panting with a look of peace on his face with every pant he realised a small ~ve~ escaped his lips wich had drool running down his chin.
….Germany looked at the Italian and smiled. He closed his mouth so the drool would stop coming out.
As soon as Germany shifted to pick the Italian up to bring him to bed, it brought back the painful realization of his boner, wich was now very painfully rubbing on his pants zipper. His look went from happy to disapointed…damn you Italia.
