Later on that evening everyone left downstairs hung out in the living room. They drank wine and sat by a fire and talking about whatever came to their minds. They attempted to distract themselves from the situation. Germany held onto Italy with his arm around the smaller man. Prussia sat across from them.
They had been exchanging funny stories, which became a tad bit funnier with the effects of the alcohol. It was rare for Germany to laugh so fully. It made Italy sigh and rest his head on Germany's shoulder.
"Oh man!" Prussia said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "I haven't laughed like that since . . . well that incident with you a couple of days ago, West." Italy tilted his head.
"What incident? When? What was so funny?" Germany glared at Prussia, who waved his hand.
"It's nothing. Really."
"But . . . okay." Italy slumped back against his partner, leaning against him. Germany pushed the shaggy hair that fell across Italy's forehead back, placing a gentle kiss on him. Italy smiled and placed his hand on Germany's thigh. Prussia looked at the two and got up.
"I think I'm going to bed too. I've had a pretty long day. I think I'll just leave you two alone." Rather than trying to argue against anything, Germany surprisingly said,
"Thank you." Prussia winked and walked downstairs to his room in the basement. Germany grabbed Italy's hand, placing a kiss on it before he got up to close the doors to the fireplace. It would die out eventually. He walked back over and gave the Italian his hand.
"Do you want to go up to our bedroom?" Italy nodded, grabbing Germany's hand. Slowly they made their way to their shared bedroom. When they were in, Germany locked the door, not wanting to take any chances.
Italy was already taking off his clothes. He tossed them to the side of the bed as he sat on it, waiting for Germany.
Germany thought he could never get tired of that sight, of Italy waiting for him warmly on his bed. The moonlight illuminating his naked flesh. He was gorgeous, and he was all his.
He shed of his own clothing, walking towards the bed and climbing on over Italy. They both smiled at each other, leaning in and kissing one another. Their bare bodies shuddered at the contact they made as Germany pressed his body on top of the Italian sprawled out on the mattress.
Unlike last time, they touched each other more. This time they explored. Italy's hands ran up Germany's arms, feeling the muscles as he made his way to gripping his shoulders which he loved so much. Germany's hands fondled over Italy's bare torso, rubbing his thumbs over the hardening nipples on his chest. Italy gasped slightly into the German's mouth.
He sat up, wrapping both arms around Italy in a near crushing embrace, pulling him up so that he was sitting in his lap.
Italy pulled his lips away from the German's, shifting off of his lap. Germany was half hard, blood rushing southwards. Italy dipped down, grabbing the semi-soft cock in his hand while the other rested on his bare thigh.
He didn't bring his lips around it. He didn't lick up the shaft. Nothing of that sort. Instead he places gentle kisses all along the quickly hardening member. His hand slowly moved up and down, occasionally twisting along it. Germany looked down at the mesmerizing sight. Seriously, how can he be so adorable at a time like this?! But at the same time he didn't care.
Once he was fully erect Italy placed a final kiss on the tip of his erection, leaning back to grab the lube out of the drawer. His hand dug around among the socks, looking for it.
"It's at the bottom. I didn't want . . . with Romano here." Italy laughed.
"Did you really think that he'd find it in our room?"
"I just didn't want to take any chances." Italy laughed once more, digging further in and finally pulling out the bottle triumphantly. Germany smiled at the look on Italy's face. When the latter noticed he blushed and corked open the bottle. He squirted some of the clear liquid onto his own fingers, spreading it all over his fingers. Germany was calm. He was willing to reciprocate. He was willing to receive if it was Italy. He actually found himself slightly aroused at the thought.
But those thoughts changed when he noticed where Italy was bringing his fingers. Italy reached down to his own entrance, pushing his finger inside of himself eagerly. It didn't feel as strange as last time, so he eagerly added another. Italy worked his fingers in of himself, stretching. He added a third finger, this time searching for his prostate. When he found it he moaned with a determined look on his face. He could feel himself tremble each time he hit that pleasurable bundle of nerves.
When he looked up he could see Germany staring at him, mouth open and breathing heavily.
"Uh . . . Germany?" He asked as he withdrew his fingers. The blonde shook his head.
"Huh? Oh . . . sorry." Italy smiled and kissed him.
"It's okay, here." He took the lube and spread it on Germany's cock. Once it was coated generously Italy scooted on top of Germany's lap once more, legs braced on either side of him. He lifted himself higher, grabbing his shaft to guide it to his entrance.
Italy lowered himself, feeling the slow, stretching. It felt amazing, as if each of his nerves in his hole were tingling and burning. He sat all the way down, panting and getting used to the large intrusion in his body. He braced his arms on Germany's bent legs, his back bent and chest out and panting.
Germany hissed as Feliciano's tight, hot heat of his ass enveloped him. He tried to think, tried to remember that this still might hurt a bit for Feliciano.
"Are you alright?"
"I-I'm fine, Ludwig. Uh. Oh, Ludwig touch me. Please." That was the only invitation he need. He brought his hands to Feliciano's back, pressing him closer so he could kiss his chest. His lips skated across the tanned chest, eventually moving to one of his nipples. His tongue flicked out on the nub, using his lips to wrap around it. Feliciano smiled, loving the feeling of Ludwig's hot, wet mouth around his nipples.
Once he was more used to the feeling of his lovers penis being sheathed deep inside of him, Feliciano began to rock his hips up and down. Germany moaned, moving to suck and kiss all over the thin chest and shoulders of Feliciano. He didn't really care if anyone saw the marks he left on him the next day, they were both too in the moment to care.
Germany laid back, allowing Italy the position to ride him.
"Do you think you can handle it?"
"Yes." He said meekly and he raised up his hips and slammed back down. Germany let out a loud moan. He wasn't expecting such a bold move. He gripped his hips, needing to touch him more.
Italy continued to ram himself nearly balls deep onto Germany's erection. Moans, sighs, and hisses from both parties filled the dark room. Italy would occasionally grind himself down on Germany's hips, allowing him to rub the head against his prostate. Finally, the muscular man wrapped his hand around Italy's member, pumping him in time with the thrusts.
Germany's heart swelled as he looked at a sweat slicked Feliciano, back arched and riding his penis. The moonlight shone off of his skin. The look on Italy's face was unforgettable too. His eyes were screwed shut, eyebrows knitted together, teeth caught on his bottom lip when he wasn't moaning out loudly. His nose scrunched up, making him look so much more innocent that he should.
Somewhere in the vicinity of his riding, Feliciano faltered, his hand he used for balance slipped and he fell forward onto Ludwig's chest. He wrapped a protective arm around him as he pumped him into completion. Ludwig thrust fast and Feliciano felt a heat swirl in his abdomen, followed by a sharp swell of his balls and he came on their stomachs.
"Oh God!" Italy cried softly. Germany thrust up a few more times before he, too, couldn't take the blissful feeling of Feliciano's hot tight heat around his cock. He came with a grunt into the shivering Italian.
Italy panted heavily, crushing his lips against Germany's. He rolled over on top of Feliciano, effectively pulling out of him as he led him to rest his head on the pillow.
When he pulled away, he grabbed some of the tissues resting on the nightstand and cleaned them up.
"Lift your legs." Germany ordered softly. The breathy Italy did so, allowing Germany to clean the cum from his ass.
When he finally finished cleaning them both up, he snuggled under the covers where Feliciano already put himself. Germany held him in his arms, placing kisses all over his neck and on his lips. Italy was falling into a sleep, not really reciprocating, just allowing Germany to admire him in the way he loved.
"I love you, Germany." He whispered before finally falling asleep. Germany moved the sweaty locks out of the sleeping mans face and kissed his forehead.
"I love you, too, Italy."