Germany and Italy were having a nice night out together. First, they had gone to a local fair and ridden on a carousel and a ferris wheel, Italy had eaten enough cotton candy to make Germany sick just by watching, and then they had gone out to dinner at a nice little restaurant that served home-cooked Italian and German dishes, which made them both very happy. Extremely happy. Extremely happy. Or rather... extremely horny.
It started on the car ride home.
Germany was driving, as usual (ever since Japan had told him about one time when he had let Italy drive him home, Germany was careful to never, ever let his boyfriend drive) when Italy suddenly reached out and laid a hand on his knee. Germany shivered slightly but kept his eyes fixed to the road.
Italy began to slowly, teasingly move his hand closer and closer to Germany's uncomfortably warm cock.
Germany stubbornly kept his eyes on the road even as sweat beaded on his forehead.
Italy slowly, seductively began to undo the button on Germany's jeans.
Germany's hands were shaking a little now.
Italy finished with the button and started on the zipper.
Germany could barely turn his car into their driveway.
Italy finally finished unzipping his pants and reached inside to cup Germany's cock in his hand.
Germany slammed the car into park, grabbed Italy and kissed him full on the mouth, groping him everywhere he could while Italy did more or less the same. After what seemed like seconds of this but was probably more like fifteen minutes, considering how fast their breathing was, Germany stopped just long enough to lift Italy in his arms (bridal style GO!) and carry him into the house. Once inside, he only just managed to close the door before shoving Italy up against the wall with a groan and kissing him feverishly. Italy moaned against his mouth and pawed at Germany's pants, which were already unbuttoned from the car but still hanging on, probably through sheer force of will. (Who's will though? Not Germany's, and definitely not Italy's.)
They managed to kiss all the way down the hall and into a doorway. Germany started to maneuver them into the room, since his brother also lived with them and he didn't want him walking in on them. As he opened the door, he failed to hear the sounds of moans and gasps coming from the bedroom. He pulled Italy inside, turned around and was just about to close the door when he looked up and saw...
And saw...
And saw...
A/N And this is why I shouldn't be allowed to write smut. By the way, this is SERIOUSLY over now, and none of you can make me change my mind. XP