England's back arched as he felt sharp teeth come down on his overly sensitive nipples. After Denmark's last comment England was doing his damnedest to hold back any moan that was trying to escape his traitorous lips. It was so embarrassing, not only was his body reacting against his better judgement but he could feel the Prussian's intense stare on him. He wanted to crawl under his bed and never come out again and he could feel the tears burning in his eyes, threatening to break free. That was the last thing he was going to do, he would rather beg Denmark to stop than cry in front of the other two nations. So he blinked back the tears and as quickly as he could he raised his hands and tried with all his might to push Denmark off of him. This time, to his great surprise, Denmark actually stopped and pulled away from him. England eyed him warily as Denmark glance over to Prussia.
'Hey. Tie his arms up, will ya?'
Prussia smiled happily and lunged up from the chair he was in, scrambling about the room trying to find something to aid Denmark in his invasion. He couldn't find anything on the ground and gave a disgruntled "Tch" before flinging open some of the dresser drawers. His search finally paid off and he pulled a long black tie out and dangled it in the air.
'You know they have things called "restraints" right? That means you wouldn't have to use a fucking neck tie to tie someone up.'
'Neck ties work just fine!' Denmark glanced down at England, 'Though maybe I'll look into somethin' like that.'
England watched in horror as Prussia made his way back to the bed, too scared to move. With ease Denmark flipped him over on his stomach and held his arms behind his back while the albino tied his arms together tightly. It was uncomfortable and slightly painful, but England wasn't going to say anything. It was already unsightly enough that he behaved like a child when he was being carried by the Dane. It was high time for him to except the fact that this was going to happen and that there really wasn't any way to get out of said predicament. If he managed to get away from the Dane then he would more than likely be caught by the Prussian; it was a lose-lose situation for him no matter what way he looked at it.
Just as easily as he was turned onto his stomach he was flipped back on to his back and this time Denmark didn't take any time pulling off the rest of England's clothes. England struggled a bit in his restraints, but couldn't stop Denmark from getting his trousers off. He could feel his face start to get hot and he was sure that his face was probably a brilliant shade of red by now.
England could feel their gazes trailing over his naked form and he shut his eyes, trying to forget about what was going on by blocking it out. He felt the bed dip and his eyes shot open as he felt their hot breath on his hardening member. He was about to say something but the words got caught in his throat as a pair of tongues started licking dangerously slow up and down his erection. He gasped loudly at the sudden sensation; he didn't even try to stifle the moans that were building in his throat the pleasure was overwhelming and deep inside his mind he didn't want them to stop.
His body shuddered as a tongue trailed up his length and darted over the tip, dipping slightly into the slit. Denmark pulled away from England's erection and before England could utter a word of protest the Dane was back at the pert little nubs on his chest; licking, sucking, and biting just like before. Prussia was still running his tongue teasingly over the slit of England's cock, gathering up the trace amounts of pre cum that had gathered there, when England started to feel his insides coil tightly and warmth started to pool in his lower stomach.
England's breath had sped up and became more and more frantic every second. Both of them pulled away from the squirming body beneath them and England looked up at them with lust clouding his eyes. He watched with mild curiosity as Denmark and Prussia changed positions and the next thing he knew was the salty taste that filled his mouth as Prussia pushed his tongue into his mouth. This time England actually kissed back and let Prussia explore his mouth. His eyes rolled back and a moaned into Prussia's mouth as Denmark's hot mouth surrounded his member. The coil tightened and the warmth in his stomach kept getter hotter until his body involuntarily shuddered.
England moaned louder than before as his fluid coated Denmark's throat. As Denmark pulled away, he lapped up any and all the fluid that dripped down the sides of England's cock. He lay there sweat covered and in more ecstasy than he had been in for a very long time, thinking that the two of them had their fair share of fun for the day. Oh how he couldn't have been more wrong in his assumption; on the contrary, the were just beginning.
