Austria wasn't one for violence. He preferred art over war, loved the sound of music made of the piano instead of screams. But right now, he was very tempted to hit Prussia for being his obnoxious usual self. Really, one would think that you would grow used to the constant bragging and demands after hundreds and hundreds of years.
Apparently, one didn't. The Austrians temper flared at the uncouth demand, turning to give Ludwig a short look of quiet fury. Germany simply raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between his brother and Roderich before he nodded. "Of course. Don't worry, I'll help you out."
"You have my thanks."
"Hello? Prussia to West and Specs! Can you just focus your attention and never ending adoration on my awesome self now? I'd apprecia-…" Prussia didn't even get to finish his sentence. Austria had already jumped him, pressing his mouth harshly against that of the Prussia, simply to shut him up. Germany shrugged off the rest of his clothes in the meantime, folding them neatly before placing them on the floor next to the bed before joining the Austrian at Prussia's side. Ludwig waited until Roderich had broken the kiss and then tugged Gilbert's shirt up until it was almost gone. Almost. The shirt was resting around his wrists, limiting Prussia's movements a bit. He was about to take the shirt off himself but Germany grabbed his brother's wrists and held them in a firm grasp.
"West, what are you doing?!" Prussia was whining, squirming around while Austria busied himself with Prussia's pants, tugging at the waistband with his teeth until the pants were pooling around Gilbert's ankles. Austria and Germany shared another look while Prussia started crackling.
"Finally accepting that you two belong to me? Yeah, thought so! Now, show me how much you like my perfect body! I'm sure that you appreciate my beauty~" Germany watched his brother ramble on and on for a while. He had never really thought about it but Prussia's lips looked kind of tasty. Like he just wanted to nibble at them, bite until he tasted copper. And Ludwig knew it was silly but he couldn't help but wonder if they would taste like those red apples he liked.
So he bent down in mid-rant and cut Prussia off by firmly pressing his lips against his brother's, nibbling and licking, biting down on that alluring little bottom lip at Gilbert always stuck out so temptingly when he was pouting…
Prussia gasped and moaned at the sudden attack on his mouth but the noise was swallowed easily by Germany's mouth, the man using his chance to invade Gilbert's mouth with his tongue. Their tongues met, fighting for dominance. Neither wanted to give in, both wanted to win.
It was then that Austria decided to extract his revenge, nuzzling Prussia's erection though his underwear, rubbing his cheek against the swollen cock, eliciting groan and a whimper from the other male. Germany promptly took advantage of Gilbert's moment of weakness and slid behind his brother, nipping at the tender skin of his neck.
Prussia didn't know if he should thrust forward or lean back so he simply didn't move at all and let the other two do the work, his hitched breathing didn't stop him from smiling like an idiot though. Things were going just as planned with the way the two other nations were pleasuring him…
Especially now that Austria was removing Prussia's underwear, dropping it off to side, giving Prussia short once-over. The man had not lost any of his attractiveness, pale skin still looking as abnormal as it always had been, smooth muscles everywhere. Just like scars. Austria remembered a few, he had been the one to inflict those wounds on Prussia. He bent over to lick and kiss at a long scar on Prussia's leg, brushing his fingertips over Prussia's thighs, gently petting the skin.
In the meantime, Ludwig was working on his brother's neck and throat, fingers roaming over the pale skin, pinching and stroking over hard muscles, stopping on their way up to pinch the small nubs, making Prussia growl and arc his back into the touch. "West… Specs…"
Roderich sat back up and pressed his lips against Germany's, a small, smug smirk tugging at his lips as he heard Gilbert's impatient whine. "Damn it! Pay attention to me!"
Ludwig finally broke the kiss with an audible 'pop', licking his lips. "Don't be impatient, brother." But he finally opened a bedside drawer and pulled out a small bottle, opening it while Austria nuzzled Prussia's cheek, placing a small kiss on his temple.
"Ew Specs, stop it with the sissy kisses on the temple. Those are for girls."
Roderich simply rolled his eyes and kissed Prussia in the lips, silencing him once more. Hands usually covered by gloves moved on to Prussia's erection, rubbing over the deep red skin, teasing the tip by pressing a thumb against the small slit, making Prussia growl and bite down on Austria's bottom lip. It just wasn't enough for him, just fingers ghosting over his skin made him squirm. He needed a firmer touch, something to hold on to.
His wish was granted by Germany pressing two fingers covered in lube against Gilbert's entrance, making the Prussian go wide-eyed. "Hey hey, West! What do you think you're doing?!" Germany just didn't answer and bit down lightly on his brother's shoulder, shoving the two fingers inside without stopping once.
Austria pursed his lips and looked at Ludwig who simply shook his head.
"He likes it rough like this."
And while Prussia was cursing both of them, Germany and Austria shared another kiss until Prussia's flailing forced them apart. The man was demanding their attention again after getting used to the fingers, moving his hips a bit to make the fingers brush over that small bundle of nerves. "Sissy, don't just sit there and watch. Do someth-…!"
Gilbert's moans started to fill the air when Austria wrapped his fingers around Prussia's erect shaft, moving them at a fast and hard pace. Gilbert liked it hard and fast? He would get hard and fast. So while Austria pumped Prussia's erection, Germany moved his fingers inside his brother, mercilessly teasing the spot over and over again.
Soon, Prussia was moaning and clutching the sheets, occasionally letting out a scream that was muffled by Austria's mouth. After a few minutes of the push and pull, the back and forth, Prussia had enough. He slapped Roderich's hands away, pressing his own rock hard cock against that of the Austrian, moving, rubbing against it. Austria shuddered and rested his forehead on Prussia's shoulder, wrapping a hand around their erections, fingers entwined with Prussia's as soon as the other nation raised a hand to help Roderich.
Prussia hadn't expected to come soon. He was proud of the stamina he possessed but it simply wasn't enough to last him for much longer, the fingers teasing him mercilessly from the front and from the back making him pant and whimper. Now Gilbert was the one resting his forehead on Austria's shoulder, moving his hips shamelessly as he ordered them to move faster, faster, faster!
His orgasm was nearly noiseless. He simply shuddered and whimpered softly, leaning back against his brother to catch his breath. Germany gave his brother a short kiss while Austria leaned down to lick up the mess, studying the two brothers behind crooked glasses.
They seemed exhausted. Ready for a nap. Surely, they wouldn't be up for anything else. And Austria appreciated that, he still wasn't sure if he ever would be able to handle two at the same time. He left the two brothers to their own devices for now, lying down and closing his eyes. Surely, he was safe.
He shouldn't have let his guard down because suddenly, he was flipped onto his stomach and a finger was prodding at his entrance. He turned his head to protest, to tell them not to be ridiculous but the words got stuck in his throat.
He had been wrong. They were going to devour him, eat him right up. He must have looked so delicious to them right now. They were starving. And they were hungry, so hungry for him.
They were going to eat him now. There was nothing he could do about it. Nothing at all.