"We're not doing this on the dining table."
Whatever the brothers had expected Austria to say, it certainly wasn't this. Protests, sure. Maybe even an escape attempt, alright. But this? So the brother gaped for a bit before Austria rolled his eyes and got up on unsteady feet, picking up a clean serviette to clean his stomach.
"Stop giving me that look, please. It's not very enjoyable."
Prussia continued to gape while Germany shut his mouth, watching Austria move around, busying himself with cleaning the mess. The brunet was about to walk off into the kitchen when Germany grabbed him and hoisted him up, carrying him off to the stairs.
"Ludwig! What are you doing, put me down this instant!" Austria's face was red again as the blond man just ignored him and continued his way up the stairs. Prussia laughed when he saw the floored expression on Austria's face and followed them, licking his hands clean.
When they arrived at Germany's room, Austria was dumped on the bed, making the nation splutter. Prussia leered at the man and nudged Germany's side. "I like it when he's so flushed. Don't see him like that often, huh?"
Germany licked his lips and nodded. It was indeed rare to see Austria this flustered. Sure, the other male blushed often when he was angry but never like this. Never this color, never this tempting. Alluring. "Brother, we should-"
"I know."
Prussia pounced, jumping onto the bed, licking and kissing at Austria's lips, swallowing the protests Roderich had been sprouting. Germany sat down on the side, shrugging off his shirt before opening his pants, pulling out his erection to give it a couple of slow strokes. Once Prussia had pulled back and glances behind him, he'd smirked and tugged at Austria's ahoge until the man was sitting up, forced to look at German's cock.
Prussia couldn't help the snickered that escaped him when he saw Austria's swollen and red lips and the way the Austrian was staring at his brother with such hunger in his eyes. "West, I think Austria is willing to help you with your… problem. Isn't that right, specs? You're such a slut sometimes. You spread your legs so easily when someone is just begging long enough. Or when you lose." Prussia nipped at Austria's ear before pushing at Roderich's head, making him lower his upper body so his face was hovering above Ludwig's cock. "You've pleased quite a few people with that mouth already. Why not West?"
Ludwig could see now that Roderich's cheeks weren't only red out of lust or embarrassment but also out of anger. He was a proud man and didn't like to be insulted like this. So Germany shot his brother a warning look, threading his fingers through Austria's dark hair.
"Don't listen to him, Roderich. Brother is just being a jerk."
Austria wanted to laugh. Of course he knew that but he couldn't help it, he got angry easily and was easy to get riled up. He was a simple man after all. But he appreciated Germany's attempted, clumsy comfort. It was nice to know that he would have help with keeping Prussia in check.
But the man in question decided that he was getting impatient, whining softly. "Weeest, Specs! Could you two possibly get and slower?!"
Germany and Austria shared a short, private look before the bespectacled man lowered his head and licked at the tip of Germany's erection, making the blond suck in the air through his mouth sharply. Ludwig hadn't felt a tongue on that part of his body for a while now and he couldn't help but want more. So, in a sudden burst of eagerness, he pushed Roderich's head down, making the other male swallow his cock completely.
Austria was struggling, whining softly as he tried to adjust to this new situation as quickly as he could.
"Aw, Roderich." Prussia leaned forward, nudging Germany's legs further apart. "I know he's pretty big. No need to cry, you've handled my five meters before!" Roderich glared at him as much as this position allowed him to, quietly contemplating if he should mention that Prussia's dick was, in fact, not five meters long! But then Germany was moving his hips and Austria had to focus again so he wouldn't choke.
It was a slow rhythm, Germany moving his hips occasionally while Roderich sucked and licked. Prussia was watching them, leaning back against the headboard, resting his arms on pillows. He looked like a man that owned the world, smirks feral and eyes dark with pleasure and lust.
Ludwig's cheeks were growing redder steadily, now resting both hands on Austria's hand to guide the other as he increased his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of the wet warmth surrounding him like this a little bit too much. But he couldn't help it, the friction was causing sparks to wander through him, touching sensitive nerves whenever Austria flicked his tongue over the head of the German's erection or when he hummed a little under his breath, the vibrations spreading through Ludwig's body.
He wouldn't be able to last for much longer, having been this hard for a while now. So when Austria looked up, hair mussed and eyes dark from the pleasure, cherry red lips working on Ludwig's cock… The man couldn't help but buck his lips, biting down on his bottom lip.
And then Prussia was there, arms wrapped around his brother's shoulders, biting down on Germany's earlobe. Roderich and Gilbert shared a long look before the Austrian focused on Ludwig again. Gaze never wavering; Roderich sat up a bit, licking at the tip of Ludwig's erection before wrapping his lips around the head and suckling softly.
Ludwig threw his head back and howled, clawing desperately at Roderich's hair as he started thrusting harshly. Abandoning his self-control, Germany pounded away and Prussia had to bite his earlobe again, trying to remind him at Roderich wouldn't be able to handle such a pace with his mouth.
But frankly, the man was holding up rather well, trying not to gag around Germany as the man kept moving. Austria himself wasn't even moving his head anymore, Germany was the one that pressed his head down and tugged it up so he could properly fuck it.
It didn't take long for Germany to come, bucking his hips wildly as he did so. When he realized how uncontrolled and harsh he's by acting, he let go of Roderich's head and scooted away as the Austrian coughed and covered his mouth with a hand. His throat must be really raw and sore, Ludwig realized dizzily so once Austria had calmed down, he pulled the man close to give him a tender kiss, trying to say 'Sorry' and 'Thank you' at the same time.
Someone cleared his throat.
Ludwig and Roderich broke apart to look at Gilbert, who was pointing to a very obvious tent in his pants.
"Sooo… What do you plan on doing about this?"