It all started on a typical Wednesday evening. Italy was seated on the living room couch, with Germany kneeling in front of him.

"Mm, Germany," Italy groaned as his hard cock was slowly inched into the warm wetness of Germany's mouth. "I've had a little something on my mind lately. Can I tell you?"

Germany's only reply was a soft grunt.

"Now, just hear me out…"

Germany was only half-listening. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hungrily on Italy's cock, making the smaller man gasp.

"Shit!" Italy threw his head back. "But back to what I was saying." Italy took a moment to catch his breath, wanting Germany to hear him properly. "What if I topped you?"

That tore Germany's attention away from his husband's dick. He practically choked, then pulled away from Italy's cock, coughing and hacking.

"Germany!" Italy had expected Germany to be a bit surprised, but he wasn't expecting that big of a reaction. "Are you okay? Holy shit, are you dying? Should I call a doctor?"

"Dammit, Italy," Germany panted, wiping his mouth. "Don't say stuff like that when I'm going down on you. But very funny. That was a hilarious prank, even though it's nowhere near April Fool's Day."

"No, I'm dead serious!" Italy sat up, straightening his back to make himself as tall as possible. "I swear, I'm not playing any games. I've been thinking of this for a long time, and I wanted to hear your opinion."

"I don't know, Liebling." Germany sighed. "That doesn't sound like a good idea. I mean, I've never bottomed before, and I'm…" His hands fidgeted in his lap as he inhaled deeply. He was going to have to admit the thing he hated to admit. That he was scared. "I'm a little nervous."

Italy hopped off the couch and pulled Germany into a hug, squeezing him tight. "I understand, love. You're my husband, and I'll never pressure you into doing something you don't want. But just think about it, okay?"

Germany melted into Italy's embrace, wrapping his arms around the loving Italian. "I'll think about it. I can't promise that I'll end up doing it, but I'll consider it."

Italy pressed a kiss to Germany's cheek. "Thank you, amore. You're the best."

Germany looked down to see that Italy's pants were still down, and his cock was still hanging out. He cleared his throat. "Now, how about you sit back on the couch and we can get back to what we were doing before?"

The next evening at dinner, Germany had made his final decision, and he was ready to tell Italy.

"So, Italy," He began, watching as Italy's eyes flicked upwards to meet his. "About what you said yesterday…"

Italy listened intently, knowing exactly what his husband was talking about. "Have you decided?"

Germany nodded. "Since it's time we tried some new things in the bedroom, my answer is yes. I will let you top me."

Italy's face immediately brightened, and the sight made Germany's heart swell with joy. "Oh, my God, really? This is amazing! Let's do it tonight! Let's do it right now!" He started to stand up, but Germany stopped him.

"We can do it after we've finished dinner and cleaned up the kitchen. So eat up. You're gonna need the extra energy."

Italy grinned and dug into his pasta. He couldn't wait.

The two of them rushed through their dinner and half-heartedly cleaned the dishes, both nervous and excited for what was to come. Once the final plate was in the dishwasher, Italy grabbed Germany's hand, practically dragging him up the stairs and into their bedroom.

"I can tell you've wanted this for a while." Germany said, chuckling as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Italy plopped himself in Germany's lap and cupped the larger man's face. "I sure have. You'd better get your ass ready." His other hand traveled down Germany's back to his behind, which he kneaded roughly.

Germany opened his mouth to whimper, but he was silenced by Italy, capturing his lips in a greedy kiss. Mouths and bodies rubbing together, they deepened the kiss, tongues converging and teeth clicking faintly. Keeping himself on top of the blond, Italy pushed him to the bed, straddling his lover's hips.

Germany felt two nimble hands grabbing at his shirt, and he shivered as it was yanked away. Eager lips kissed down the column of his neck, stopping to suck at the pale flesh, biting it gently and surely leaving a mark. Germany groaned as Italy continued to attack his neck, nipping and licking and covering it with blotches in various shades of purple and blue.

"Cazza… You're so sexy underneath me." Italy sank his teeth into Germany's neck once again, leaving a fresh ring of teeth marks. "I'm having the time of my life right now."

Germany felt embarrassed to admit it, but he was, too. He felt Italy's hand grope his ass once more, and his body burned at the touch.

"Pants off, amore." Italy ordered, and Germany shivered at his lover's sudden bossy tone. "I'm gonna get the lube." The brunette opened the drawer of their bedside table, searching for the lubricant while Germany undressed his lower half. Once Italy retrieved the much-needed bottle, he realized that he was still fully dressed. He pulled his shirt over his head and wiggled out of his pants, tossing both garments to the floor. His cock was already swelling in his black briefs, and his head was buzzing with anticipation.

"Ready, love?" He asked, uncapping the bottle of lubricant and pouring it over his fingers. Wanting the experience to be as comfortable as possible for his lover, he went a little heavy on the lube, making sure his fingers were totally slick.

Germany nodded. He was nervous, but he was as ready as he'd ever be. His breath caught in his throat as Italy circled his hole with a cold finger, making him twitch in response. When the digit pushed inside of him, he couldn't control the moan that fell from his lips.

"How does it feel?" Italy questioned, curling his finger and looking for Germany's most sensitive spot.

"H-Holy shit," Germany hissed as Italy's finger brushed against his prostate. "It feels good. So good, sir." Germany felt his face flush with embarrassment as he realized the little slip of the tongue he'd just made. Dear Lord, I did not just call him sir.

Italy's eyebrows nearly met his hairline. "What did you just say?"

"I-I said it felt good!" Germany lied, hoping Italy would accept his fib.

"No," Italy shook his head. "You said something else after that. What was it?"

Germany hid his blushing face in his hands. "Sir. I'm sorry, you were just so demanding and orderly, I just-" A second finger slid inside of him, and his eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

"Say it again."

"Yes, sir." Germany whimpered. "I want more of you inside me, sir, please."

Italy smirked. His husband, his muscular, no-nonsense, almost six-feet-tall husband, was calling him sir and begging to be fucked. Italy shoved a third finger into Germany's opening, making the larger man moan again, shameless and pleading. Once he felt like Germany had been properly stretched, he pulled his fingers away, making the blond gasp from the sudden withdrawal.

"You ready for the real thing, caro?" Italy asked, leaning in so close that his breath tickled Germany's face. "Ready for me to fuck you till I can barely stay awake and you'll be limping tomorrow morning? Hm?"

Germany felt his body tremble at the sound of Italy's obscene questions. He took a deep breath and said the two words that Italy wanted to hear him say. "Yes, sir."

Italy's heart felt like it was slamming against his ribcage, and his cock twitched in the tight confines of his underwear, painfully hard. With shaky hands, he removed his briefs and aligned his cock with Germany's entrance, allowing Germany to hold onto his shoulders for balance. Once he felt they were both ready, he pushed inside Germany's waiting hole, making the blond cry out.

"Fuck, sir," Germamy panted, shaking as Italy's cock stretched him out, hitting all the right places and stuffing him full. "You're so big."

"And you're so tight, tesoro." Italy groaned once he was fully sheathed in Germany's body. He slowly rocked his hips, giving a couple languid thrusts.

"Shit!" Germany hissed as Italy slid in and out of his tight ass, striking his sweet spot over and over again. "God, this is amazing. I can't believe we didn't do this earlier."

"Neither can, I, love." Italy winced as the muscles of his legs and core started to burn. "Damn. I never thought this would be such hard work."

Germany managed a small chuckle. "Now you know what I have to put up with, darling."

Despite the ache of his muscles and the sweat that was beading at his hairline, Italy went faster, and Germany gasped at the change in pace.

"Dear God, that feels amazing. Don't stop, sir. Please don't stop."

Italy grunted and buried his face in Germany's neck, taking some of the reddened skin between his teeth. He nibbled at it with careful incisors, leaving yet another mark that Germany would definitely see when he woke up.

Germany's face was flushed, his brow wrinkled as he grew closer to his climax. "Sir," He whimpered, holding on tight to Italy's sun-kissed shoulders. "I'm so close. You're gonna make me come, Gottverdammt…" His words were lost in the waves of his high, unfiltered delight coursing through his body, nails digging into Italy's supple flesh.

Italy groaned as Germany clenched even tighter around his cock. His own peak was building, and words fell out of his mouth, with no coherence or thought behind them. "Fuck, Germany, I'm almost there, you feel so good, my God!" A final, powerful thrust, and Italy reached his anticipated climax, his body growing weak and his cock twitching inside Germany, filling the larger man with warm, sticky seed.

The two of them collapsed to the bed, bodies still connected as they caught their breath. Italy winced. His softening cock was oversensitive, still surrounded by the warmth and tightness of Germany's ass. He carefully pulled out of his lover, grimacing with every whimper the man let out.

"Sorry, sorry." Italy pressed soothing kisses to Germany's hair. "I know it hurts, but I'm out now, alright?"

Germany nodded shakily, and Italy gave him a soft smile, smoothing his messy blond locks.

"How are you feeling, my love?" Italy asked. "Can I get you something?"

Germany propped himself up on his elbows. "Water? Maybe a snack, too."

"Of course." Germany planted a tender kiss on his cheek. "I'll be right back." He hurried out of the room and down the stairs.

A few minutes later, Italy returned with two bottles of water and a plate full of one of Germany's favorite comfort foods, chocolate chip cookies.

They sat on the bed, cuddling while they sipped water and munched on cookies. Italy would constantly kiss Germany, telling him how well he did, how beautiful he was, how much he loved him.

Germany sighed as he rested his head on Italy's shoulder. "You know," He began, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Maybe I'll let you top me again."

"Maybe?" Italy gave him a look of pretend shock. "I think that was way too fun for you to answer with a 'maybe'."

Germany chuckled. "I was just kidding. We can definitely do this again."

But not tomorrow. He added mentally. He was way too sore for that.