He looked so angelic standing there, auburn locks framing his face like a halo. His eyes crinkled from the smile that played at his pouty lips, his skin a bronzed, perfect tan. He looked so soft and innocent, but Germany knew he was anything but.
Germany whimpered and squirmed against his restraints, a pair of leather cuffs that bound his hands to the headboard. His eyes were wide and desperate, pupils blown until his irises were two thin, sky-blue rings. His fair skin was reddened and slick with sweat, chest heaving and back arching off the bed.
"Sir," Germany whispered, his throat scratchy and dry. He swallowed and tried again. "Sir, what are-"
Italy's hand dipped into his pocket, emerging with a small, slender remote, the one that controlled the vibrator in Germany's ass. A quick click of a button, and Germany cried out as the buzzing of the toy grew stronger.
"Sir," Germany whined, his prostate immediately sensing the vibrations. "Haah… sir, how much longer?" He felt like he'd been there for days, though it couldn't have been more than ten minutes. Italy was relentless with this torturous game, working Germany up until he was right on the edge, only to shut off the toy and ruin his orgasm.
Italy pulled out his phone and showed Germany the timer. "Seven minutes, my love. Just seven more minutes, and you can come."
Germany bucked his hips, hoping the movement would distract his body from that ceaseless, goddamn toy. Instead, it just jostled the vibrator, assaulting his sweet spot and making things worse.
"S-Sir," Germany stammered. "Sir, please can I come?"
"No," Italy said flatly. "And if you ask again, I'll add an extra minute to the timer."
"Please, sir, please?"
Italy grabbed Germany's chin, meeting his husband's needy sapphire gaze. "Germany, baby, I'm not letting you off that easily. You wouldn't want to be a bad boy and disobey me, would you?"
"No, sir!" Germany shook his head. "I wanna be a good boy, I just…"
Italy pressed the button, amping up the already-high vibrations. "You're not just a good boy, amore. You're my good boy. Understand?"
"I'm your good boy," Germany rambled, his head growing light from the ceaseless stimulation of his prostate. "I'm your g-good boy…"
Italy put the toy on a lower setting, eyes shimmering as he watched his husband writhe against the mattress. The blond's pale skin was flushed with desire, and decorated with a wide variety of marks. His neck was a collage of purple and blue, courtesy of Italy's roving mouth. His thighs were covered with thick stripes of pinkish-red, put there by Italy's favorite leather riding crop, which rested on the floor by the bed.
Germany's breath came in shaky gasps, his chest rising and falling at an unbelievable pace. He heard the bed creak, and looked up to see Italy straddling his lap, lips twisting into a wicked grin. A hot, wet mouth planted itself on the side of his neck, kissing the delicate flesh of his throat. Italy sank his teeth into Germany's marked-up neck, drawing a soft hiss from the larger man.
Italy kissed the soft spot where Germany's neck met his shoulder, then took the time to suck yet another dark mark onto the fair skin. He kissed the bony ridge of Germany's clavicle, then turned his attention to Germany's defined pectorals.
Germany swallowed, knowing exactly what was about to happen. He wanted to be Italy's good boy and wait until he had permission to come, but if Italy was going to play with his chest, things would get very, very bad.
Italy teased Germany's nipple with the tip of one finger, feeling the bud harden at his touch.
"You're so sensitive, love," Italy purred, teasing Germany's nipple with two fingers instead of one. He rolled the bud between his thumb and forefinger, earning another strained whimper from the blond. "So, so sensitive."
"Sir," Germany stifled a moan. "I-If you keep doing that, I'll come."
"Oh, you will?" Italy was still toying with the tiny pink nub. "Then you'll have to control yourself, sweetie. There's still…" He pulled out his phone and checked the time. Two minutes and thirty-five seconds left.
"How much time is left?" Germany asked, struggling to ignore the heat pooling in his stomach and the way his cock was throbbing.
"Aw, you really think I'm going to tell you, angelo?" Italy brought his free hand to Germany's untouched nipple, giving both buds a playful tweak.
"Sir, how much time is-" Germany gasped as his nipples were pinched once again, harder than before.
"I said I wasn't telling you, amore. Since you can't watch your mouth, I think you'll have to be punished."
For a moment, Germany was worried Italy would add another minute to the timer. Then, Italy reached to the side and picked up the riding crop, and Germany let out a sigh of relief. This was bound to hurt, but it was better than holding back for a full extra minute.
Italy brought the crop down on Germany's left thigh with a harsh smack. He did the same to his right thigh, watching the fair skin turn red. He checked the timer once more, noting how close it was to going off.
"Time's almost up, my love," Italy set the riding crop. "Since you're so sexy when you're all desperate, you can only come if you beg for it."
Germany opened his mouth to protest, but the crop delivered a warning tap to his thigh, and he decided that now was not the time to disobey.
"Sir, please let me come! I want- I need it so badly, I'll be so good if you just let me…" His voice trailed off, his breath catching in his throat.
"Three," Italy began, eyes narrowing as a lascivious smile spread across his face. "Two…"
For Germany, the mere seconds felt like hours.
"One…" Italy's grin became even broader. "Come."
And that was all it took. Germany lost control, his body spasming against the mattress, hands clenching in their binds. His mind went blank, the bedroom becoming nothing but a blur. His ass clenched even tighter around the vibrator, and his cock twitched, releasing hot spurts of white that splattered against his stomach.
Italy was mesmerized, his eyes wide with delight as he watched his husband climax. As soon as the blond's movements had calmed, Italy switched off the vibrator, then reached upwards to undo the man's cuffs.
Germany sighed as Italy rubbed at his wrists, kissing the red marks that had begun to form.
"How are you feeling, love?" Italy asked, massaging Germany's tingling forearms.
"Good," Germany rasped. "A bit thirsty, though."
Italy grabbed the bottle of water he'd set on the nightstand, then handed it to his lover, who eagerly drank.
"Can you spread your legs for me, amore?" Italy questioned, caressing Germany's sweaty thigh. "I need to take out the vibrator."
Germany, still greedily downing the water, did as he was told. He almost choked as Italy withdrew the toy from his oversensitive body, but the smaller man was quick, and it was over in a matter of seconds.
Italy retrieved a towel to clean up the mess Germany had made, knowing the blond was in no position to actually get up and take a shower.
"God, you were amazing," Italy praised, wiping the sweat and seed from Germany's naked torso. "Wonderful, beautiful, incredible, perfect in every way. I love you so much, Germany. My good boy."