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Pairing Order: FraAmeRus
Rating: M
Prompt: Francis tops, and is often very gentle
"Hhh-!" Russia gasped softly and instantly started struggling, thrusting his arms out quickly to grip Francis' bare shoulders, pushing at him as he clenched up. France smiled kindly at him and eased his finger back out, letting Ivan gulp down breath after startled breath as Alfred rested his chin on Ivan's shoulder.
"It's alright, mon chou," France cooed as Ivan quickly stuffed his face into his scarf, Alfred laughing breathily next to his ear as he wrapped him up in a hug. It was such a bizarre experience to be between the two of them, Alfred holding him tenderly from behind as France kneeled between his legs and started peppering his inner thighs with kisses.
"Yeah, Ivy, babe, if you're not ready it's okay. You guys can have a go at me again if you want," Alfred offered, trying to be nice as Ivan's ears just flushed redder. France smiled and took a hold on his still mostly-flaccid cock, pumping it skillfully until Ivan's knees clenched around the European nation and his spine curled almost painfully.
"You know all you need to do is ask if you'd like to stop. We can enjoy ourselves in other ways."
After a long moment of hesitation, Russia finally relented, nodding shamefully and batting away Francis' hands. His lover pulled back as silently requested, and even Alfred let go of him so he could stand up. "I-I'm sorry. I can't do it. Not… not yet," he mumbled, expecting to get yelled at or at the very least smacked for it. He wasn't prepared to instead be caught by a strong yet delicate hand, France landing a sweet yet passionate kiss on his lips, soon joined by Alfred.
"Alright, that's just fine. We want you to be comfortable, after all."