"I don't want to go to the meeting!" Italy whined. "Can't we stay home and fuck instead?"

Germany flushed at his husband's crude statement, but he wasn't going to budge.

"Nein," The blond shook his head. If it had been any other day, he would let the Italian have his fun, but he didn't want to be late.

"Why don't we do it right now?" Italy suggested, curling a finger under Germany's chin. "It won't take long, amore, I promise!"

"Sorry, Liebling," Germany told him. Even if they didn't end up being late, the last thing Germany wanted was to show up to the meeting, covered in love bites and walking like his legs were made of rubber. "We can do that later, alright?"

Italy pouted, giving Germany his best puppy-dog eyes. "But Germany-"

Fuck. Italy wasn't letting up. "Okay, Schatz. Let's make a deal. If you can behave yourself during the meeting, there'll be a reward for you."

Italy raised an eyebrow. "What kind of reward?"

Germany sighed. "I might end up regretting this later, but… you know that lingerie set you bought me a while back?"

"The one you said you wouldn't wear again, because when you wore it for the first time, I fucked you so hard you were walking side to side?"

Germany nodded, embarrassed. "Yes."

"And later that day, the old lady who lives down the street knocked on our door and asked if we were alright, because she heard screaming coming from our house?"

Germany's face burned. "God, I'm definitely going to regret this. But yes, I'll wear the lingerie set under my meeting clothes, and as soon as the meeting ends, you can do whatever you want to me."

Italy's smile grew predatory. "I should probably buy you a pair of crutches in advance, love."

Germany rolled his eyes. "Just be quiet and get dressed before I change my mind."

At the meeting, Italy couldn't sit still. His gaze shifted up and down, left to right, one leg jiggling, fingers drumming ceaselessly against the table. He glanced at Germany, who gave him a warning look. Italy swallowed. The anticipation was killing him.

The minutes dragged on, the clock seeming to tick at half its usual speed. Italy couldn't focus on the nation who was presenting, their words just meaningless background noise. He stole another look at his husband, who looked so handsome and refined with his crisp button-down and sleek blond hair.

Eventually, Italy couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to fuck Germany, and he wanted it now. He stood up and grabbed his lover's hand, though Italy was no match for Germany's incredible strength, and the blond stayed seated.

"What are you doing?" Germany hissed.

"Taking you to the bathroom," Italy tugged fruitlessly at Germany's hand, huffing when the man remained anchored to the spot. "God, you're strong. Come on, let's go."

"Not until the meeting's over, Italy."

"Please?"

"Not yet."

"Pretty please?"

"If I go, will you behave for the rest of the meeting?"

Italy nodded eagerly.

"And you'll act like a normal person, and not a desperate pervert?"

"I promise, love."

"Fine," Germany gritted his teeth. "Let's go." He stood up and allowed Italy to tow him out of the meeting room and into the hallway. The brunette led him to the men's room and opened the door to see America, standing at a urinal.

"Oh, hey!" America grinned at them. "What's up, dudes?"

Italy and Germany gave him an awkward wave, then quickly left the restroom.

"Alright," Germany sighed. "Looks like we need a plan B."

Italy gestured to a door that was a couple yards away. "There?"

Germany squinted. "That's the maintenance closet."

Italy quirked an eyebrow. "And?"

"It doesn't really seem like a good idea."

"We're not gonna fuck in the bathroom while America's taking a piss."

"Why don't we just wait for him to be done?"

"Mm, we'll have more privacy in the closet," Italy told him. "Come on, darling, this will be fun!"

Albeit reluctantly, Germany allowed his husband to drag him into the closet.

"Strip," Italy ordered, arms crossed over his chest.

Germany brought two trembling hands to the collar of his shirt, popping open the first button. He undid the remaining buttons, then shrugged out of the garment, setting it on a shelf full of cleaning supplies. He kicked off his shoes, then shimmied out of his pants. He placed them on the shelf to join his shirt.

Italy watched as Germany slowly turned around to face him, and shit, what a sight the blond man was! The lingerie set was a pale baby blue, matching Germany's eyes. Sheer thigh-highs hugged his thick legs perfectly, the tops of the stockings trimmed with lace. His cock formed a prominent bulge in his blue satin panties, and a matching bralette adorned his chest.

"God," Germany sighed. "Th-This is embarrassing."

Italy was practically drooling at the sight of his husband, stuttering and flustered and covered in satin and lace. Italy didn't know why, but he absolutely adored dressing Germany in lingerie. He'd had so many daydreams about that strong, powerful body, clad in tiny panties, garters, stockings, and even heels.

"Turn around, love," Italy purred. "Let me see that perfect ass of yours."

Germany did a one-eighty and braced his hands against the wall of the closet. A hard, resounding smack was delivered to his half-naked backside, drawing a sharp gasp from his lips.

"Italy!" He hissed. "Someone will hear!"

"They'll be less likely to hear if you keep your voice down," Italy said, kneading Germany's freshly-spanked behind as he spoke. "So be quiet and take your spankings like a good boy."

Another firm slap landed on his rear, and Germany bit his lip to stifle his cries. His ass stung from the audible blows that assaulted it, and he knew he'd wake up with the Italian's bright red handprint on his backside. He didn't know how many times the smaller man ended up spanking him, but he lost count somewhere around twenty-five. His cock had grown harder with every smack, until it was fully erect and weeping, looking like it could've ripped through the fabric of his panties.

Italy reached for the small container of lube he'd stored in his pants pocket, pulling it out and flipping open the cap with a soft click. He squeezed a generous amount of it onto his fingers, then used his other hand to push Germany's panties to the side.

Germany whimpered as Italy's slicked-up finger pushed inside him, curling and flexing until it brushed against his sweet spot. A second finger shortly joined it with a lewd squish, the digits curling and stroking his clenching walls.

"How are you feeling?" Italy asked, his breath tickling the back of Germany's neck. "I know I told you to be quiet, but you can still tell me if you want to stop."

"I'm good," Germany promised. "You can keep going."

Italy eased finger number three into Germany's tight entrance, feeling it clench around his probing digits. He bent and stretched his fingers in every way possible, getting the larger man all nice and ready for his cock.

Germany sensed Italy pulling his fingers away, and Germany sank his teeth even deeper into his lip, hating how empty he felt.

Italy unzipped his pants and let them drop to his ankles. His cock was straining against his black briefs, and he pulled it out, the length ready and hard in his hand. He poured a little more lube in his palm, then ran his slippery hand over his arousal until it was totally slick. He teased Germany's entrance with the reddened head of his cock, earning a needy moan from the larger man.

"Nngh," Germany whimpered. "Please don't make me wait. I wanna feel it in me. Please, Schatzi, I…" The thick head of Italy's cock entered him, answering his prayer. He whined and bucked his hips, wanting more of the sizable shaft inside him. God, he really didn't know how a small man like Italy could be so well-endowed.

Italy exhaled and slid the remainder of his length inside his husband, pushing forward until he was buried up to the hilt. He wasted no time setting the brutal pace, hips rocking back and forth and colliding noisily with Germany's shapely ass.

"Oh, fuck," Germany panted as Italy thrust in and out of his hot body, hitting his sweet spot with unbeatable accuracy. "Harder, faster, please!"

Italy quickened the already-brutal pace, pulling almost entirely out before slamming ruthlessly back in.

Blurry white spots crossed Germany's vision, his hands clawing at the closet wall. He angled his head so Italy could press his mouth to his. The kiss was wet and filthy, faces flushed while Italy sucked Germany's tongue into his mouth. When the kiss broke, the two of them were gasping for air.

Germany trembled like a madman, his legs threatening to give out underneath him. He forwent his shame and moaned wantonly as Italy pounded his tight little hole. His mouth hung open, a strand of saliva trickling down his chin.

For a brief moment, Italy worried that someone outside the closet would hear them, but he didn't let the thought linger. If they hadn't been caught by now, they probably wouldn't ever get caught.

Something garbled and hoarse fell from Germany's lips, and the man arched his back, an explosive orgasm coursing through his body. His cock twitched, and his blue panties were stained white.

Italy groaned as Germany clenched even tighter around his cock, the sensation pulling him right over the edge. He came deep inside his husband's rear, a couple drops of his release escaping the well-fucked hole. The pleasure was dizzying, his eyes rolling and chest heaving.

"Alright, love," Italy whispered once he'd come to his senses. "This might hurt a little."

Germany bit his tongue and grimaced as Italy withdrew his cock from the blond's aching entrance. Germany felt hot rivulets of seed trickle down his thighs. He attempted to stand up straight and turn around, then winced when he felt how sore his ass was.

Well, Germany definitely wouldn't be wearing that lingerie set again.

Oh, who was he kidding? He'd wear it again, for sure. Maybe he'd ask Italy to take him to the store so they could shop for more, just for the hell of it.