Blush…I hope this will be up to everyone standards and I haven't disappointed anyone too badly with this chapter and I didn't keep you all waiting to long. It's mostly Canada/America so please enjoy. Review to let me know what you think and I do my very very best to get another chapter up should you all still want one. ^.^
"M-Mattie!" Alfred hissed back arching trying to get away from the offending fingers.
"Jesus you're so tight. When is the last time you were catcher Alfred?" His brother purred at him and he wanted to rage. How dare he. How dare that stupid passive aggressive, free health care, hockey loving lookalike mock him! He snarled and he could hear the other three laughing at him and he forced himself to relax. He had wanted this. All three of them .What did he think was going to happen? That they were all just gonna bend over and spread themselves for him? No, as enticing as the image was they were all to head strong for such things.
He moaned when he felt Arthur and Francis start running hands along his body and planting open mouth kisses across his sun tanned skin. They all felt so different. So unique. Arthurs hands were small and sure of themselves as they pressed knowingly into spots on Alfreds body he knew he loved. Frances hands were larger but thin. Piano hands. Smooth from constant lotioning and care. Matthew had hands similar to his own when it came to size but that was about it. The almost twin was gentle but sure with his touch.
"Arthur." Alfred whined softly. "I need-"
"Ah ah ah. I'm not the one playing with you right now Alfred." Arthur scowled softly nipping at a chocolate covered nipple. "Tell Matthew what you need."
America grit his teeth and hissed as another finger was added. When he opened his eyes again he found he didn't quiet mind the view. Francis and Arthur were locked together in a passionate kiss. Arthur had half climbed into the Frenchmans lap and tangled his hands in long wavy locks; Alfred suspected the last was mostly just to mess up the others perfect hair then out of any form of desire. Francis had hands resting on Arthurs slim hips his thumb brushing back and forth on the exposed flesh above Arthurs slacks as they connected. Alfred vague wondered if he should feel jealous but couldn't seem to summon up the feeling. Watching the two of them together. How perfectly natural it seemed, to get jealous would only make it dirty and they were too beautiful for that. Too perfect. He heard Matthew make a soft sound of appreciation as he too watched their partners kiss so honestly and openly. It was a rare treat to get them in a room together and have them not fight. So watching them be so open and loving was better.
America let out a startled yep when Canada pulled out his fingers and heaved him up off the ground so his back was against the Canadians chest. "Deep breathe." Matthew whispered in his ear before all he knew was pain.
It felt like he was being ripped in two as he squeezed his eyes shut trying to jerk away but something kept him planted firmly in place. Someone was cursing up and down and sideways and it took him a moment to realize past the pounding of blood in his ears that it was him. Nausea rolled over him in horrible waves and he forced himself to remember how to stop yelling and just breathe. How could he forget his northern neighbor was the second largest nation in the world? It felt like such a stupid thing to forget about now that he was seated so firmly on his not so pleasant reminder. After a couple of deep breaths he could finally start to realize things outside the splitting pain. He could hear soft spoken French behind him and for once he could understand the words being repeated over and over and over. "être encore. être toujours mon amour n'est pas encore." (Be still. Be still my love not yet.) He could feel Arthurs gentle hand against his face and the tears pricking the corner of his eyes. Jesus had it really been that long since he had bottomed. He wondered finally opening his eyes again. "Fucking Oww." He whined and Arthur snorted at him looking unsympathetic though his gentle touch told Alfred a different story. "You're such a baby." Matthew breathed out from behind him and he flushed embarrassed by his display though he could feel soft tremors going through the larger nation's body with his craving to just pound into him. Alfred now realized that it was Canada's hands gripping almost bruising tight on his hips that had kept him from jerking away earlier and he had to commend his continent sharing counterpart on his will power. He knew from experience it was hard not to just pin his partner down and fuck the daylights out of them once you pushed into that tight heat. "But Mattie you're so big!" Alfred half whined half purred and he could feel Matthew shiver again. Point for America. He thought doing his best not to move yet. He was still hurting rather bad though it was easing away slowly. Francis chuckled coming around from behind Canada whom he had been whispering soft please be still to and gently eased Arthur out of his way before Alfred. "Lets see if I can't help you relax a little Amérique." He purred pushing golden locks out of his way as he leaned down and wrapped sinfully talented lips around his half hard manhood.
He had lost some of his sex drive with the immense pain but France was doing a fantastic job of remedying that. "S-shit!" Alfred cursed hands wrapping in Francis's hair to try and make him go even faster though the bastard only laughed at him sending vibrations down his dick and to his core. He rolled his eyes back head leaning on Matthews shoulder wanting to thrust into that wonderful heat but firm Canadian hands held him in place. Arthur was out of sight but he imagined that he was behind him making out with Canada from the sounds coming from behind him. "W-what are we… using for lube?" He asked trying to focus on something else so he wouldn't cum so soon. Arthur chuckled licking the shell of his ear. "What else love, Chocolate." Alfred moaned before it turned into a sharp gasp as Matthew shifted beneath him. "W-wait." Alfred stuttered not sure if he was ready yet but Matthew pressed getting firmer and steadier after every thrust. It didn't hurt too bad and Francis's mouth was doing a fantastic job of distracting him from the little extra pain before suddenly all he saw was white. "M-Mattie!" He cried out. "A-again! Right there again!" He begged not even realizing it when Francis stopped sucking him off and he started to bounce up of his own accord fucking himself on the Canadians dick. Matthew moaned lewdly in his ear hands guiding him up and down harder faster hitting the little bundle of nerves every time until he was reduced to nothing more than a begging pleading mess, speaking in half formed words and whorishly open sounds.
It felt so right. Him and Matthew. Their position, with his ass snug against Matthews hips, his back to the Canadians lean chest. Mattie's mouth pressed into the side of his throat leaving a considerable sized hickey he was sure. It felt like they were boarder to boarder making it hard to tell were one of them began and the other ended but it didn't matter because that was how it was supposed to be. It was so damn natural he wondered why they had never done so before. Hell why weren't they always tangled up like this in a perfectness that transcended logic. Alfred could feel his end coming closer and for a split second he was somewhere else.
For that moment right before his peek it was like he and Matthew were standing together in front of Niagara falls and all they could hear was the roar of the water and all mattered was it belonged to them both and they were together and all that rushing pounding pouring water was the perfect representation of the impending orgasm for the both of them.
Alfred came with a cry head thrown back and was quickly followed by Matthew who almost sobbed with the intensity of his own completion. The two of them fell back onto the chocolate covered floor panting and just trying to remember how to breathe as laughter filled the room around them reminding them of the other two older nation's presence. "Holy hell." Alfred panted cracking his eyes open and felt Matthews chest shake with his own laughter. "You two were très mignon.( very cute) Or perhaps très érotique is a better description non? (very erotic) We should let our lover play more often Arthur." Francis teased brushing hair out of both younger nations' faces making them lean into his caress.
"Mmm." Arthur replied drawing Alfred attention to him as the island nation leaned in close to his cum and chocolate covered stomach and lapped at the mixture. "Perhaps we should. It was very…arousing to watch." Alfred's breath caught in the back of his throat as incredibly deep green eyes peered up at him while the Englishmen continued to clean off Alfred's abs. "How is it even possible that you can be licking semen and chocolate off of my naked body while you yourself are completely buck ass naked and still look like a gentlemen while doing it?" Alfred asked trying to ignore the fact that his member was hardening again already. "Its…a gift." Arthur purred and Alfred whimpered.
He was in for a long night.