As nice as it was to watch his brother mess up Roderich's neat hair and getting him flustered, Germany finally wanted to touch the desired nation as well. He had been waiting for weeks (Or maybe longer?) for this, this one moment. And he wasn't going to let it pass by just like that. So Ludwig tugged at Gilbert's collar, shooting his brother a stern look. Of course, Prussia only have him a devious little grin but he moved to the side, unbuttoning Austria's shirt, nipping at the pale skin while Germany leaned over to capture Roderich's lips with his own. It was a soft kiss, none of the tongue and spite Prussia had used and Austria visibly relaxed.
Maybe, he thought, Maybe I would be able to talk Ludwig and Gilbert out of their idea once their thoughts are elsewhere. But then the tiny little voice made itself known again by bursting into giggles. Austria throttled the voice in the back of his head before focusing on the kiss again, hands resting on Ludwig's cheeks. And it could have stayed this calm and nice if Prussia hadn't decided to pinch one of Austria's, making the brunet nation moan and press himself closer against Germany, efficiently trapping Prussia's hand between their bodies. While the white haired nation cursed, Germany broke the kiss and laughed, apparently amused by his brother's misfortune. Roderich shot Gilbert a smug look but it soon disappeared when he saw the gleam in the Prussian's eyes.
Swallowing, Roderich tried to scramble away but Ludwig firmly held onto his hips so he could do nothing but stare as Prussia walked closer, looking like he would going to pounce his prey in less than a second. But he seemed to have changed his mind halfway through, leaning closer to his brother to whisper something into his ear.
Ludwig's eyes widened at whatever lies Gilbert was feeding him. But once they were done whispering and shooting each other meaningful glances, the brothers turned to the Austrian, who suddenly felt like a sheep facing two very, very hungry wolves. All Roderich could do was yelp and cling to the German as Ludwig scooped him up into his arms, Gilbert dragging down the cloth covering the table. Plates want clattering, forks and knifes got stuck in the floor. Germany would throw a fit once this was over but the man deserved it for even thinking that Austria would be handle the two brothers at the same time.
But his thoughts were scattered when he was placed on the table and suddenly, hands were all over him, caressing him, touching, pinching. Exploring. Memorizing. Making Austria gasp and groan, not even protesting when his pants were removed by a pair of very nimble hands. Everything as hazy, he couldn't even form any protests, his head was filled other things. Roderich wanted to ask them for more but all that came out was a pleading mewl. Lips were nibbling gently at his thighs while another mouth was teasing his nipples, moving lower and lower until they met the ones on his thigh for a heated kiss. And all Austria could do was stare. The sight was erotic, forbidden. Two brothers of the same blood kissing each other so passionately but somehow, Roderich couldn't bring himself to care. He wanted to touch them and sat up to reach them but he was simply pressed down again.
No touching allowed. Yet, their smirks said.
And then the lips were teasing his erection, licking and sucking, causing such delicious friction. Austria threw his head back and scratched at the table as pleasure flooded him making him moan and whine softly. When had he lost his dignity? Probably around the time he had agreed to do this. Or maybe when Prussia had jumped him. Or long before that? It didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the lips on his body, the hands pinching his nipples and quivering stomach.
Prussia is whispering with his brother again, Austria dully realized through the haze of lust. And then he couldn't bite back the scream when Germany took him into his mouth, Prussia giving his brother instructions. Like he had done so long ago.
"Good. Yes, like that, West. Only take as much as you can handle. …Gut gemacht. Now, move your head up and down… Gentle, now. Use some tongue, he likes that." Prussia's eyes wandered up the brunet's body, giving the other nation a cheeky grin before placing a kiss on Ludwig's neck. "See?"
Ludwig glanced up and found that Austria was squeezing his eyes shut, hanging onto every ounce of self-control so he wouldn't start thrusting into that hot mouth. Then his eyes slid open and Austria returned the stare, eyes filled with nothing but pleasure and lust.
I made him lose control like that, Germany thought, the lust filling his body slowing down his thoughts. I have this kind of power over him now.
A soft laugh make Germany glance to the left where his brother was leaning back to enjoy the view. "You two are so hot right now. We need to set up a mirror in your bedroom, West. So you two can watch too."
Ludwig wanted to agree but apparently, Roderich's self-control had left him and he slowly started to thrust up and Germany had to concentrate to not coke on the other man's cock.
Gilbert just watched. Ludwig and Roderich looked so delicious right now. Flushed and panting and wanting. Roderich with his glasses askew and Ludwig with his messy hair. Yes, it felt like he had just won a war and it was Christmas and his birthday at the same time. He wanted nothing more than to ravish both of them.
Something caught Gilbert's attention and he stopped his musings. The way Roderich's hand clenched and unclenched… Yes, he was close. So Prussia gently tugged his brother back, licking a trail of spit and precum away from his mouth. "Watch."
And despite his confusion and slight irritation, Germany obeyed and watched as Prussia reached to take the Austrian's weeping erection into his hand, giving it a few more stroked until the man's back arced off the table and he came with a keening noise, white ribbons of come covering his stomach and the Prussian's hand.
"Now this," Prussia said and watched smugly as Austria tried to come down from his high, "This is what I would call delicious. Don't you agree, Bruder?"
Ludwig could only stare, swallowing dryly before he nodded once.
"I could eat him right up…" The whispered words were almost drowned out by the noises Roderich made but Gilbert heard him anyway.
"Don't worry. We will."
Roderich had finally caught his breath again but the air got stuck in his throat when he saw two pairs of eyes staring at him. Red and blue. Filled with nothing but raw, undeniable want.
"It'll be a feast."
It wasn't over. Not until the brothers would have gotten what they wanted.