Original request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20026.html?thread=74701882#t74701882 "Germany completely gets off on being both desired and degraded. Lots of rough sex (including face-fucking and/or facials) and mean dirty talk please, calling Germany a whore/slut, how desperate he is for cock, how that's all he's good for. Germany is horribly embarrassed but does, in fact, absolutely love it. No DP please, but one nation taking his mouth while another fucks him is very much approved of.
Can be PWP or something a lover arranged after Germany confessed the fantasy. (Although if you go the later route, Prussia or France for his lover, please?)
Nations I'd love to be included, but you definitely don't need all of them/can include others if you want: Prussia, France, Austria, America, England, Mangary, Boylarus, Italy, Romano, Denmark, Sweden."
Not much porn in this first bit; I'm getting there, sorry. XD --- It's one-thirty-two in the morning when Germany finally finishes his work and allows himself to walk off to bed. And the conference is scheduled for six the next morning. He tries not to complain, but honestly.
As such, he's already gotten to his room, slammed the door and pulled his shirt off before he opens his eyes enough to realize he is not alone.
His brother is there. By itself, that would be unusual, but not completely bizarre. However, with his brother is America, England, France, Austria, both Italies, Sweden and Denmark. Which means (including himself) there are eight nations and ten personifications in his room. One of which (maybe two if you're generous, because Prussia does at least live in the house. Oh and Italy, because he's Italy) have any reason to be here.
They all give him different looks, whispering things to each other that he can't here. “...Uh,” is his eventual response to the situation. “Excuse me, but, erm, why are you all here?”
“I let 'em in,” Prussia says, which sounds like something Prussia would do, but isn't very helpful for determining what's actually going on.
“But why?”
“Germany,” says England, wearing a wicked smirk that typically does not lead to good things. “Just thought we'd need to have a little get-together before the meeting tomorrow.”
“We would?”
“Oui Allemagne,” France answers, also smirking from where he is sitting on Germany's bed. Why is he on Germany's bed? “Why don't you come sit down and we shall... tell you the details.”
Germany looks away as France pats the space beside him. It appears that he is just being his typical perverted self. However, if that were the case – England would be yelling by now (England would be yelling by now if he were simply in the same room as France on most occasions), Austria would start going on about indecency and such, and generally things would not be as easily accepted as they are being right now. A blush settles over Germany's face as he begins to... not worry, but be concerned by what exactly may be happening.
“Ah, are you shy? There is no need to be.”
“Would you shut your stupid French mouth?!” England bursts out. There, that's more like it. “If he won't sit, he won't sit. You'll scare him off entirely at this rate!”
Wait, what? “Dude, England, chill!” America says. “We're all here for the same thing, right. Except Germany I guess, kinda sorta, depends whether he agrees or not. But anyway, could you two please try to get along for a bit?”
“I was doing just that, my dear Amerique, before this brute started to verbally assault me for no reason!”
Germany coughs and draws attention back to himself. “Ahem, is anyone planning on telling me what is going on?”
There's a pause. “Ve, Germany! Come sit with us!” Italy is also sitting on the bed, grinning in an almost scary way. Germany hesitates. However, it's Italy, who has always seemed unnecessarily innocent and nothing should happen there. So he acquiesces and makes his way there, staying as far away from France as possible.
“So, you're not willing to tell me what's going on either, are you?”
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [1/?] [Germany/Everyone]
Italy suddenly throws his arms around him, squeezing so hard Germany can't quite breathe properly. Why is he never that strong when doing something useful? “Silly Doitsu! You see, we all came up with this plan to make you all happy and stuff, even though really the way it was said it all sounded kind of mean, but Prussia said you'd really like it and he should know, so yay!”
His arms have relaxed a little, but now Italy is starting to run his hands all over Germany's chest, in ways that really don't suit Germany's whole idea of Italy being innocent enough to be trusted. Blushing but trying to ignore it, he turns to Prussia. “Bruder? Mind telling me what he's talking about?”
Prussia rolls his eyes. “Come on, West. I know what a stick you've got stuck up your ass, but I've also found some of the kinky shit you've got hidden around here. Don't play dumb.”
As if on cue, the quickly-forgotten and unusually-quiet Denmark comes back from where he was snooping in Germany's closet. Oh shit... “Jesus,” he mutters. “Can ya even use all these? Doesn't seem possible or well, necessary or something. Really?”
Germany knows exactly what's happening now, and finds himself frozen and unable to stop it. I knew I should have remembered to hide them in their proper place again! But the damage is done, and slowly basically all those toys he owns that he knows he shouldn't are pulled out; Denmark seeming remarkably blase about touching things that have been... “Christ,” he says, he says, running a hand over a particularly large dildo that Germany's always been barely able to admit to himself that he bought (and enjoyed the ownership of). “Okay, how does that even fit?”
He looks away, because that is a question he is not going to answer. The expressions on everyone else's faces hold mixed levels of surprised and smug. He feels Italy smiling against his shoulder, clearly as incapable of reading the mood as ever.
“Shit,” says Romano. “Stupid potato bastard really is a whore, huh?”
Germany gulps.
He feels embarrassed, humiliated really, and about now he should be screaming and kicking them all out and pouring itching powder onto all of Prussia's clothes in revenge for even considering this to be a good idea, all that. But beyond that, something about this has him squirming and his flush isn't purely from embarrassment. It's actually arousing him, heaven forbid. Dear god, are they right about me?
“I – I–” he struggles to mount a defense of some sort, but America cuts him off.
“Hey, you. Chill. I mean you're a total fucking slut and that's becoming pretty obvious, but we kind of guessed and really, that sounds kinda useful.”
“I'm not a–”
“You are, West,” Prussia smirks. “You probably think you're a lot quieter at night than you really are, huh? 'Cause believe me, I've heard you. All 'please more, fuck me harder, again again again!' and that shit. The awesome me was fucking disappointed when I first peaked; y'know, found you hadn't gotten anyone to fuck your brains out but your own rubber buddy. Though from the sounds of things you're pretty good with it. Anyway, I decided to be an awesome big brother and arrange a little get together for you to finally get treated the way you want to. And from some of the porn you own, and some of the things I've heard you cry... thought getting a few guys together wouldn't go amiss.”
Germany blushes further, not as happy with being told exactly what's going on and why as he expected (though he had a pretty solid idea to start with). “Prussia – I appreciate the thought but...”
“But nothing. The awesome me has awesome ideas that are gonna finally get you some satisfaction, and then you might yell at me less so really, win-win.”
Germany struggles a defense again, and Austria speaks. “I wasn't expecting this, Germany. I thought you'd be more dignified than that,” he says quietly.
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [2/?] [Germany/Various] (that's more accurate, isn't it?)
Normally when I see Italy say "Doitsu" in a fic, I hit the back button and move on. But my love of whore!Germany kept me reading, and I'm glad I did. I love the way you've set this up (although I admit I don't know how to feel about Sweden and Austria joining in on this. But I shall keep an open mind!) and can't wait to see where you go with this a!a!
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [2/?] [Germany/Various] (that's more accurate, isn't it?)
Holy crap! Sweden and Denmark? Those guys are huge. Poor Germany - but with the way he's been fucking himself with the dildo he'll be able to handle it. :D
He blushes further. “Well, uh...” He struggles to ask why Austria's here anyway, given this does not exactly seem to be the sort of thing he does. Austria seems to know what he's thinking though, and rolls his eyes.
“Don't be naive. Just because I'm not as uncouth as some of the men you know, doesn't mean I am completely sexually unable. From what we've heard, you are willing to more or less let everyone have their go, so why not take advantage?”
“Ve, everyone's so mean to Germany!” cries Italy. “...But he keeps getting all hot and squirmy when they do that, so I don't know, I think he likes it. Is this how this was meant to work, Prussia?”
“Heh, you're getting there,” he says, smirking. Italy smiles.
“Sooo, can we all have sex with him now? Because he's right here and being very squirmy and sexy and I have only so much patience, you know,” Italy teases, and no, he is not innocent at all. Damn him.
“Er, wait one second, just gotta check something,” says Prussia. “West, you do actual want us to do this and are just being all embarrassed and shit because you're you, right? Because otherwise that'd be illegal and we can't really go to prison but still, that's shit I don't wanna deal with there.”
“Uh...” Italy's stroking him again, being him basically. Everyone is staring and getting closer, and he has to avert his eyes. This is... bizarre. The idea that all these people, some for whom it seems incredibly out of character, want to... It's something that doesn't happen; a shameful fantasy to be denied whenever possible. Giving in would be...
But the fact is, this is hardly something one gets an opportunity for often and he does actually want to do it. Consequences be damned. So he closes his eyes and says “Yes. Please.”
“Knew it,” says Prussia.
“Yay!” Cries Italy, sounding as Italy as ever. It threatens to overwhelm what mood there is (which is somewhat intimidating and claustrophobic, but not unwelcoming) but he pounces and knocks Germany on his back with surprising strength. Again, must figure out how to get him to do that when it is useful.
“Ve, so, Germany is going to lie there all relaxed and nice we can have a very fun time with him. I'm happy! Germany lets us do all this!”
“Hey, why do you get the first go?” Prussia whines.
Italy pouts. “'Cause I'm closest?”
“Still not fair.”
“Ah, Prussia,” says France, smirking from his side of the bed. “I think it would be good to start with Italy, non? Boy is so small and cute... possibly give our dear Allegmagne a chance to get used to it. Ah, no matter how depraved he truly is, it can't hurt to give him the chance to be eased in. If, of course, that is the choice dear Italy makes.”
“Ve? I'm confused.”
That likely your default state, thinks Germany. “Do I get a say I this?” he asks.
Prussia smirks again. “No West, chill. Thing is, it'll sort of wreck the whole point if you do. I mean, you're basically gonna love it all away,” Prussia says, and Germany bites his lip. “Anyway, France you're a fucking creep, but you've got a point. Italy, have your go.”
“That took really long, you know,” Italy whines. Then he turns back to Germany. “It's sad. First they make you feel all bad for being a slut, and then they make you wait for us to fuck it out of you! It's mean!”
Germany turns even redder, because those are the sort of words Italy doesn't say. Even if all his participation in this so far is sort of ruining the idea that he is in any way the ignorant child he's perceived as, at least when it comes to this. “It– Italy–”
Italy shushes him. “Quiet, Germany. I have to catch up now, si? Easier if you're quiet.”
He leans down and kisses along Germany's neck, mostly softly but biting every once in awhile. That's a bit confusing, but Germany tries not to focus on that. Italy suddenly starts digging his nails into Germany's chest, hard.
“Agh!”
“It hurts,” Italy says flatly. “I thought you'd like it to hurt?”
Germany looks away, embarrassed again. Italy drags his nails down. “See, told you so.”
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He gasps, biting down on his lip to stay under control. “Italy...”
“What? Don't you?” Italy's hand fly away. “Ayah, I never meant to upset you! Sorry!”
“No, it's fine, just... um...” he's trying to explain things, but his brain is somewhat malfunctioning right now. Italy smiles and he decides it's really not worth.
“Yay, good. Now really, I think I'm taking too much time.”
Italy reaches down and starts practically tearing off Germany's pants and underwear, and Germany squirms uncomfortably in his spot. “Ve, you liike it,” he smiles, running a finger along the length of Germany's cock and earening a violent shudder.
“Italy... please...” He tries to stop himself being too desperate by trying to focus on everyone else. Most of them are watching, sometimes whispering things to each other that he's not sure he wants to here. Sweden is stubbornly refusing to look at anything, for some reason (come to mention it, this seems almost as out of character for him as it did for Austria) and Denmark is laughing at Sweden (he's never understood those two). Some of them look impatient. He's fairly sure that's not his responsibility anymore, though.
His attention is drawn back when Italy spreads his legs wider and suddenly Italy's hand is going lower. “Italy,” he says again, not sure what he's aiming for.
“Shh, Germany. This is what we were meant to do, right?” And he presses a finger right there, and Germany loses a breath.
“Ugh...” He finds himself keening against it, trying to get that teasing pressure deeper and, ugh, and Italy seems to know this, constantly pressing harder and then letting go again. Germany's logical self manages to escape then. “Wait, Italy, you have to use...”
“I know what I'm doing, Germany,” he says, which makes everyone else look about as skeptical as Germany does. “I wanted to test you, that's all.”
Softly, he strokes up and down and Germany goes with him. Dammit. Italy giggles. “I think you passed, Germany.”
Germany groans and Romano, from the upper right corner of his vision, raises an eyebrow. “Fratello, you do actually know you have you–”
“Yes I know! I have to use something all slippery to have sex with him that way, if not its not going to work and he'll probably get hurt in the bad way and everyone will yell at me, so I'm not going to do it!” Did we actually just make Italy angry? “Anyway, I have a better idea.”
He withdraws his hand, and Germany tries not to groan in disappointment. It is probably for the best, given the circumstances, but he is still left feeling very distinctly what he's been denied. Italy is raising himself up on a knee either side of Germany, shuffling up and actually undoing his own pants (which he bothered to wear). It suddenly computes in Germany's head what Italy wants him to do.
“Germanyyy,” Italy cooes once he is kneeling in position, displaying his cock and Germany has to bite his lip because that's really just pathetic. He has this problem; as soon as he gets an actual proper dick near him he becomes all desperate to get it inside him, any way. Which is likely the point, but again, embarrassing. So he stares, trying not to lick his lips and really failing, and waiting for Italy to just tell him to do it already (whoever thought he'd be waiting on command from Italy?)
“Ve, you want to suck it?” That was putting it crudely. “That would be nice.”
Italy guides it to his mouth which Germany opens quickly. As soon as Germany gets his lips wrapped around it he hears Italy give a loud gasp above. “Ah!”
Germany moans. He licks over the length viciously, tasting skin and collecting little drops of precome on his tongue. He feels his own cock throb and he wonders how obvious it is to the others he's enjoying this. He also wonders if they're getting impatient. He can't really see anyone well enough to tell their reactions.
“Ahhh, yes, good Germany,” Italy is absentmindedly stroking his hair which turns into a full-blown grab when Germany starts sucking just a little bit harder. “Argh!” Italy's hips start to rock back and forth uncontrollably, and Germany just struggles to keep up until Italy manages to thrust down his throat.
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [4/?] [Germany/Various]
Perhaps you could have one of the participanting nations suddenly remember that there should be a safe-word and impliment it? Also a note, safewords don't work if the nation can't talk. Safe gestures could work as well.
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Germany reacts the way anyone would – he gags, struggling to cope with the sudden assault. It burns a little, but there's something disturbingly exciting about it. It's degrading, really. Like all of this.
“Ack!” Italy suddenly pulls out of his mouth, leaving Germany to pant and try and get his breath back. “I wasn't meant to do that! Sorry! Ve, got carried away!”
“I-It's okay, Italy.” Italy looks like he doesn't believe that for a good few seconds, until he looks closer at just how flushed Germany is, the manner of his panting, and Germany can't quite keep himself from squirming underneath and Italy manages to figure it out. “Ohhh. It's another one of those things I wouldn't normally be meant to do but it's okay if I do to you because you like really really weird stuff?” Germany gets embarrassed again, but Italy doesn't notice. He frowns. “Ve, this is confusing!”
“'Kay, 'm thinkin',” says Sweden, somewhat surprising Germany, “should do somethin' 'bout that. Ain't there meant t' be rules fer this?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, all that safety shit,” says Prussia. “Fuck, sorry West. Though it seems like the sort of thing you would have pointed out before. You and your rules and shit.”
“Ah – well – I–” Germany's awkward and still a little out of breath. “I... was distracted.”
Prussia smirks. “Yeah, well, you can say rabbit or something random like that if you want us to stop, right?”
Germany nods along. “Rabbit. Simple.” Now please get back to fucking me is what he does not say and he does not have to fight off the urge viciously, thank you very much.
“You're fucking idiots! He can't talk with a mouth crammed full of cock, you know?!” South Italy makes a good point, and Germany should have thought of that himself.
“Uh, right. Well, he can like, do something. I know! I can act like you're meant to when you're drowning; wave your hand about in the air!”
Prussia looks proud of his plan and Germany groans. “Very well. Can we please get back to...”
Prussia snorts. “Jeez, West. We don't stop thinking about safety just because you're an impatient whore.”
Germany groans for a different reason this time. “Heh, right West. Anyway, Italy, you were doing something right?”
“Ve, I think I'm taking too long,” Italy says while Romano mumbles something about specifics and the class system, Germany's not quite sure. “Everybody should get a turn on Germany, right? That was the point, ve.”
There's a bit of a pause and Denmark steps forward with a crazy grin. “Right!” he says. “Plus, you teased the shit out of the poor boy.”
“Sorry,” Italy pouts as he crawls off, leaving the way open and leaving Germany a little more exposed than he'd like. Also wondering if he should bother protesting being called 'boy'.
“Yeah yeah. Anyway, might as well put 'im out of his misery – oi, you,” he gets Germany's attention. “You've gotta keep your lube 'round here somewhere, with the stuff you've got hidden at the back of the closet. Where?”
Germany lets his mind catch up to that sentence and Oh. “Uh – bedside drawer,” he says as quickly and quietly as possible, restraining himself from squirming too much in anticipation. For the love of god, you're not that desperate.
The man grins wildly as he pulls it out of the drawer, wasting no time in pouring it on his fingers. “Yeah, wanted to keep it close at hand? Makes sense I guess. You know...”
Germany looks away, unnecessarily embarrassed again (he should likely get used to that being his default state for awhile).
He is still expecting a warning though.
“Ah!” He cries out in surprise as he feels something pushing in absolutely silently. It goes slowly enough he does get time to look back before it slips in properly, but Denmark still just looks like a madman.
“Shit, could ya try not to break him?” Prussia says. Denmark rolls his eyes and crooks his finger, getting a gasp out of Germany as he pushes it deeper.
“Nghh... It's alright... A warning would be a...” he bites his lip and suddenly gives up on talking. It's not that much, not yet, but this is taking awhile and he's eager for what he can get.
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Germany lets his mind catch up to that sentence and Oh. “Uh – bedside drawer,” he says as quickly and quietly as possible, restraining himself from squirming too much in anticipation. For the love of god, you're not that desperate.
.../combusts
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“Ha.” Denmark pushes his finger in deeper and goes back and forth, making Germany monitor his breathing very very closely not to act out of frustration. Denmark has some kind of ability to find just the right spots (Germany doesn't even know if he's doing it on purpose, really), the ones that get him to gasp and his muscles to tense completely, and to keen towards it like a bitch in heat, and then to forget them entirely and just move on. It's very annoying.
“Oi, you. Stop writhing. We'll get there.” Germany doesn't even know who said that, or why, and he may or may not have some difficulty following the instructions.
“Mmgh... more...”
He bites down on his lip harshly, because that should not have escaped. At least, not already or something (he's not entirely sure what boundary he's drawing himself, to be honest.)
“Might do, but apparently I'm not meant to and someone would hit me then, so...” Almost in apology, Denmark thrusts his finger in roughly and starts suddenly attacking those points he found before, to the point where Germany can't quite stop small sounds falling out of his mouth.
“Dude, you dick!” America bursts forward with all his usual tact and courtesy. “C'mon, we came here to give the slut something, now let's do it!”
America's hard enough to keep up with at the best of times and Germany's not in his most rational state of mind right now, so Germany barely has time to comprehend this statement before America is kneeling before the foot of the bed and covering his fingers with the slick substance, clearly ready to just push them in and move on. He presses one to Germany's hole and Germany unthinkingly moves his hips towards it. With a cocky grin, America impales him in an instant.
“Agh!” The initial shock. Then the two are fingering him together, and there is nothing wrong with it at all. It's strange, dealing with this from the two of them – he automatically senses the differences; America's hands are smaller but somewhat rougher, and he can't decide whether that makes sense or not.
“Hey, I shouldn't get hit in the head this way,” Denmark grins at America.
(In the background, Germany sees England rolling his eyes. “It was meant to be a joke, imbeciles.” Oh, he said it.)
“Yeah, well, safety in numbers and that.” America smirks down at the panting Germany. “Dude, I think this guy totally took that lesson to heart. Bit too much to be honest.”
Germany groans (more out of embarrassment than anything, honestly this time) and America laughs.
“What's that? You want more?”
Another finger teases his rim, and Germany's muscles clench (Denmark curses under his breath). “Yes,” he says directly. For the love of god, he wants more. He wants to be filled as much as possible, by whoever and whatever, and cock, jesus, he really is a whore.
“'Kay.”
It takes America more effort to push in the second one (no matter the fantasy, Germany's body is still subject to the laws of biology) and Germany holds his breath until a third finger is stretching him out. He notices that America and Denmark don't seem to quite understand what angles they should be sitting/kneeling at to do this most effectively. It makes him have to chase their fingers (and has him too out of it to figure out what the most efficient method would be as he normally would), until someone grabs him under the jaw and forces his attention upward.
He sees Romano looming above. “Fuck me. You want it this bad, whore? Want like nine guys fucking you into the mattress?”
Germany shivers. Turns out, Romano's irrational hatred of him has its uses. He nods along with the statement (and wonders if he should specify he's none too fussy about the mattress thing.)
Romano smirks and presses three fingers to Germany's mouth; he obediently opens it and takes them in, sucking generously. He doesn't exactly know why Romano's doing this (he doesn't think he plans to join Denmark and America further down, because that would take more effort and time than Romano would ever be willing to spend on him), but nevermind.
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [6/?] [Germany/Various]
Anon, you are brilliant. I love how Germany's arousal is building up all slow and teasing.
Germany shivers. Turns out, Romano's irrational hatred of him has its uses. He nods along with the statement (and wonders if he should specify he's none too fussy about the mattress thing.)
The fingers are removed quickly and Romano sucks on them himself, and Germany can't help but wonder if he can still taste traces of his brother (and that thought is more attractive than it should be). Germany follows him with his eyes, wondering want on Earth Romano is planning.
Denmark and America seem to get annoyed with this, as suddenly the movement from their fingers gets much to fats and hard and he has to cry out, because dear god. “Hey, we're actually doing the work down here,” Denmark whines.
“Dude, Romano, what are you even doing? I'm not sure we could even fit your fingers down here or something, uh...” America is confused.
“Fuck off, bastard. Just checking how eager this bitch is to have something in his mouth.”
Germany groans, which is helped as America pushes his fingers deeper, grinning. “Ah. Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Thanks.” Then Romano's pushing his head back again, crawling over and kneeling above him. “Open wide, slut.”
Germany does and he's having a dick pushed into mouth, again, and it's Romano so he's not exactly going to be careful with Germany himself. It's awkward, keeping his head back at this angle, but Romano keeps his head pulled back (although Germany knows he could break away easily if he tried; Romano is even weaker than his brother) and thrusting to his throat. It hurts and Germany's cock twitches and leaks at the pain. This is incredibly fucked up.
“Yeah, think you proved your point there,” snarks America from somewhere down below.
He can't even see those two now, but suddenly he feels a fourth finger – Denmark's, this time – spreading him open. “Think we should bother with a fourth one? Who's dick is that big?”
“Eh, might as well. Think he'd like that.”
Denmark follows the advice quickly and Germany moans around the cock in his mouth, getting a gasp from up above. “Shit... Stupid bastard...” Germany can barely pay attention though, feeling himself be stretched out and full. It hurts, like the angle his head is at hurts his neck, but he'll survive it. He finds himself bringing his legs up, spreading them further so they can push more inside. His cock is throbbing by now and he – he wants to be fucked, badly. He's appreciate it if everyone would get a move on.
Somehow, with his limited vision, he notices that everyone has come closer (mostly watching with avid interest, although England and Austria seem to be having a fascinating conversation about, from what he can hear, some kind of train). Then suddenly, from the side his hand is being grabbed and wrapped around someone's cock.
“My dear Allemagne, I believe you are somewhat neglecting us, oui?” It's France. Of course it's France. “Ah, so brutally unfair, mon cheri. I assume you are willing to try your hardest to make that up to us?”
Germany groans but strokes obediently, and it's not long before he feels another cock in the other hand. He genuinely doesn't know who that is, but he finds himself not caring. America and Denmark's fingering only gets harder and more vicious as they have to compete for attention, and of course Germany is getting used to it, stretched wide and not feeling the pain. He rocks his hips down pathetically lewdly, needing it harder and deeper, fuck...
“Jeez,” America laughs over France's appreciative sounds, Romano's breathy fast cursing and the unknown man's grunts (...that's probably Sweden). “Germans. Fucking efficient. They'll find a place for every cock, y'know?”
Germany groans again and somehow everything seems to get faster; Romano sliding between his lips, the men either side thrusting into his hands and dear god, the fingers deep in his hole. America suddenly stretches his wide and Germany cries out (Romano pulling on his hair to make sure he doesn't even think of stopping that).
America laughs again. “Speaking of which,” he says with a few more flexes of the fingers, “Pretty sure he's ready. Hold on, Germany; it's your lucky day. Time to get fucked.”
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[Part 18] Door Stopper [1/?] [Germany/Everyone]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-11 08:43 am (UTC)(link)"Germany completely gets off on being both desired and degraded. Lots of rough sex (including face-fucking and/or facials) and mean dirty talk please, calling Germany a whore/slut, how desperate he is for cock, how that's all he's good for. Germany is horribly embarrassed but does, in fact, absolutely love it. No DP please, but one nation taking his mouth while another fucks him is very much approved of.
Can be PWP or something a lover arranged after Germany confessed the fantasy. (Although if you go the later route, Prussia or France for his lover, please?)
Nations I'd love to be included, but you definitely don't need all of them/can include others if you want: Prussia, France, Austria, America, England, Mangary, Boylarus, Italy, Romano, Denmark, Sweden."
Not much porn in this first bit; I'm getting there, sorry. XD
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It's one-thirty-two in the morning when Germany finally finishes his work and allows himself to walk off to bed. And the conference is scheduled for six the next morning. He tries not to complain, but honestly.
As such, he's already gotten to his room, slammed the door and pulled his shirt off before he opens his eyes enough to realize he is not alone.
His brother is there. By itself, that would be unusual, but not completely bizarre. However, with his brother is America, England, France, Austria, both Italies, Sweden and Denmark. Which means (including himself) there are eight nations and ten personifications in his room. One of which (maybe two if you're generous, because Prussia does at least live in the house. Oh and Italy, because he's Italy) have any reason to be here.
They all give him different looks, whispering things to each other that he can't here. “...Uh,” is his eventual response to the situation. “Excuse me, but, erm, why are you all here?”
“I let 'em in,” Prussia says, which sounds like something Prussia would do, but isn't very helpful for determining what's actually going on.
“But why?”
“Germany,” says England, wearing a wicked smirk that typically does not lead to good things. “Just thought we'd need to have a little get-together before the meeting tomorrow.”
“We would?”
“Oui Allemagne,” France answers, also smirking from where he is sitting on Germany's bed. Why is he on Germany's bed? “Why don't you come sit down and we shall... tell you the details.”
Germany looks away as France pats the space beside him. It appears that he is just being his typical perverted self. However, if that were the case – England would be yelling by now (England would be yelling by now if he were simply in the same room as France on most occasions), Austria would start going on about indecency and such, and generally things would not be as easily accepted as they are being right now. A blush settles over Germany's face as he begins to... not worry, but be concerned by what exactly may be happening.
“Ah, are you shy? There is no need to be.”
“Would you shut your stupid French mouth?!” England bursts out. There, that's more like it. “If he won't sit, he won't sit. You'll scare him off entirely at this rate!”
Wait, what? “Dude, England, chill!” America says. “We're all here for the same thing, right. Except Germany I guess, kinda sorta, depends whether he agrees or not. But anyway, could you two please try to get along for a bit?”
“I was doing just that, my dear Amerique, before this brute started to verbally assault me for no reason!”
Germany coughs and draws attention back to himself. “Ahem, is anyone planning on telling me what is going on?”
There's a pause. “Ve, Germany! Come sit with us!” Italy is also sitting on the bed, grinning in an almost scary way. Germany hesitates. However, it's Italy, who has always seemed unnecessarily innocent and nothing should happen there. So he acquiesces and makes his way there, staying as far away from France as possible.
“So, you're not willing to tell me what's going on either, are you?”
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [1/?] [Germany/Everyone]
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-11 11:38 am (UTC)(link)[Part 18] Door Stopper [2/?] [Germany/Various] (that's more accurate, isn't it?)
(Anonymous) 2011-06-11 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)His arms have relaxed a little, but now Italy is starting to run his hands all over Germany's chest, in ways that really don't suit Germany's whole idea of Italy being innocent enough to be trusted. Blushing but trying to ignore it, he turns to Prussia. “Bruder? Mind telling me what he's talking about?”
Prussia rolls his eyes. “Come on, West. I know what a stick you've got stuck up your ass, but I've also found some of the kinky shit you've got hidden around here. Don't play dumb.”
As if on cue, the quickly-forgotten and unusually-quiet Denmark comes back from where he was snooping in Germany's closet. Oh shit... “Jesus,” he mutters. “Can ya even use all these? Doesn't seem possible or well, necessary or something. Really?”
Germany knows exactly what's happening now, and finds himself frozen and unable to stop it. I knew I should have remembered to hide them in their proper place again! But the damage is done, and slowly basically all those toys he owns that he knows he shouldn't are pulled out; Denmark seeming remarkably blase about touching things that have been... “Christ,” he says, he says, running a hand over a particularly large dildo that Germany's always been barely able to admit to himself that he bought (and enjoyed the ownership of). “Okay, how does that even fit?”
He looks away, because that is a question he is not going to answer. The expressions on everyone else's faces hold mixed levels of surprised and smug. He feels Italy smiling against his shoulder, clearly as incapable of reading the mood as ever.
“Shit,” says Romano. “Stupid potato bastard really is a whore, huh?”
Germany gulps.
He feels embarrassed, humiliated really, and about now he should be screaming and kicking them all out and pouring itching powder onto all of Prussia's clothes in revenge for even considering this to be a good idea, all that. But beyond that, something about this has him squirming and his flush isn't purely from embarrassment. It's actually arousing him, heaven forbid. Dear god, are they right about me?
“I – I–” he struggles to mount a defense of some sort, but America cuts him off.
“Hey, you. Chill. I mean you're a total fucking slut and that's becoming pretty obvious, but we kind of guessed and really, that sounds kinda useful.”
“I'm not a–”
“You are, West,” Prussia smirks. “You probably think you're a lot quieter at night than you really are, huh? 'Cause believe me, I've heard you. All 'please more, fuck me harder, again again again!' and that shit. The awesome me was fucking disappointed when I first peaked; y'know, found you hadn't gotten anyone to fuck your brains out but your own rubber buddy. Though from the sounds of things you're pretty good with it. Anyway, I decided to be an awesome big brother and arrange a little get together for you to finally get treated the way you want to. And from some of the porn you own, and some of the things I've heard you cry... thought getting a few guys together wouldn't go amiss.”
Germany blushes further, not as happy with being told exactly what's going on and why as he expected (though he had a pretty solid idea to start with). “Prussia – I appreciate the thought but...”
“But nothing. The awesome me has awesome ideas that are gonna finally get you some satisfaction, and then you might yell at me less so really, win-win.”
Germany struggles a defense again, and Austria speaks. “I wasn't expecting this, Germany. I thought you'd be more dignified than that,” he says quietly.
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [2/?] [Germany/Various] (that's more accurate, isn't it?)
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-11 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)[Part 18] Door Stopper [3/?] [Germany/Various]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-12 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)“Don't be naive. Just because I'm not as uncouth as some of the men you know, doesn't mean I am completely sexually unable. From what we've heard, you are willing to more or less let everyone have their go, so why not take advantage?”
“Ve, everyone's so mean to Germany!” cries Italy. “...But he keeps getting all hot and squirmy when they do that, so I don't know, I think he likes it. Is this how this was meant to work, Prussia?”
“Heh, you're getting there,” he says, smirking. Italy smiles.
“Sooo, can we all have sex with him now? Because he's right here and being very squirmy and sexy and I have only so much patience, you know,” Italy teases, and no, he is not innocent at all. Damn him.
“Er, wait one second, just gotta check something,” says Prussia. “West, you do actual want us to do this and are just being all embarrassed and shit because you're you, right? Because otherwise that'd be illegal and we can't really go to prison but still, that's shit I don't wanna deal with there.”
“Uh...” Italy's stroking him again, being him basically. Everyone is staring and getting closer, and he has to avert his eyes. This is... bizarre. The idea that all these people, some for whom it seems incredibly out of character, want to... It's something that doesn't happen; a shameful fantasy to be denied whenever possible. Giving in would be...
But the fact is, this is hardly something one gets an opportunity for often and he does actually want to do it. Consequences be damned. So he closes his eyes and says “Yes. Please.”
“Knew it,” says Prussia.
“Yay!” Cries Italy, sounding as Italy as ever. It threatens to overwhelm what mood there is (which is somewhat intimidating and claustrophobic, but not unwelcoming) but he pounces and knocks Germany on his back with surprising strength. Again, must figure out how to get him to do that when it is useful.
“Ve, so, Germany is going to lie there all relaxed and nice we can have a very fun time with him. I'm happy! Germany lets us do all this!”
“Hey, why do you get the first go?” Prussia whines.
Italy pouts. “'Cause I'm closest?”
“Still not fair.”
“Ah, Prussia,” says France, smirking from his side of the bed. “I think it would be good to start with Italy, non? Boy is so small and cute... possibly give our dear Allegmagne a chance to get used to it. Ah, no matter how depraved he truly is, it can't hurt to give him the chance to be eased in. If, of course, that is the choice dear Italy makes.”
“Ve? I'm confused.”
That likely your default state, thinks Germany. “Do I get a say I this?” he asks.
Prussia smirks again. “No West, chill. Thing is, it'll sort of wreck the whole point if you do. I mean, you're basically gonna love it all away,” Prussia says, and Germany bites his lip. “Anyway, France you're a fucking creep, but you've got a point. Italy, have your go.”
“That took really long, you know,” Italy whines. Then he turns back to Germany. “It's sad. First they make you feel all bad for being a slut, and then they make you wait for us to fuck it out of you! It's mean!”
Germany turns even redder, because those are the sort of words Italy doesn't say. Even if all his participation in this so far is sort of ruining the idea that he is in any way the ignorant child he's perceived as, at least when it comes to this. “It– Italy–”
Italy shushes him. “Quiet, Germany. I have to catch up now, si? Easier if you're quiet.”
He leans down and kisses along Germany's neck, mostly softly but biting every once in awhile. That's a bit confusing, but Germany tries not to focus on that. Italy suddenly starts digging his nails into Germany's chest, hard.
“Agh!”
“It hurts,” Italy says flatly. “I thought you'd like it to hurt?”
Germany looks away, embarrassed again. Italy drags his nails down. “See, told you so.”
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [3/?] [Germany/Various]
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-13 01:03 am (UTC)(link)this is hot anyway though so oh well. i await more.
[Part 18] Door Stopper [4/?] [Germany/Various]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-13 08:27 am (UTC)(link)“What? Don't you?” Italy's hand fly away. “Ayah, I never meant to upset you! Sorry!”
“No, it's fine, just... um...” he's trying to explain things, but his brain is somewhat malfunctioning right now. Italy smiles and he decides it's really not worth.
“Yay, good. Now really, I think I'm taking too much time.”
Italy reaches down and starts practically tearing off Germany's pants and underwear, and Germany squirms uncomfortably in his spot. “Ve, you liike it,” he smiles, running a finger along the length of Germany's cock and earening a violent shudder.
“Italy... please...” He tries to stop himself being too desperate by trying to focus on everyone else. Most of them are watching, sometimes whispering things to each other that he's not sure he wants to here. Sweden is stubbornly refusing to look at anything, for some reason (come to mention it, this seems almost as out of character for him as it did for Austria) and Denmark is laughing at Sweden (he's never understood those two). Some of them look impatient. He's fairly sure that's not his responsibility anymore, though.
His attention is drawn back when Italy spreads his legs wider and suddenly Italy's hand is going lower. “Italy,” he says again, not sure what he's aiming for.
“Shh, Germany. This is what we were meant to do, right?” And he presses a finger right there, and Germany loses a breath.
“Ugh...” He finds himself keening against it, trying to get that teasing pressure deeper and, ugh, and Italy seems to know this, constantly pressing harder and then letting go again. Germany's logical self manages to escape then. “Wait, Italy, you have to use...”
“I know what I'm doing, Germany,” he says, which makes everyone else look about as skeptical as Germany does. “I wanted to test you, that's all.”
Softly, he strokes up and down and Germany goes with him. Dammit. Italy giggles. “I think you passed, Germany.”
Germany groans and Romano, from the upper right corner of his vision, raises an eyebrow. “Fratello, you do actually know you have you–”
“Yes I know! I have to use something all slippery to have sex with him that way, if not its not going to work and he'll probably get hurt in the bad way and everyone will yell at me, so I'm not going to do it!” Did we actually just make Italy angry? “Anyway, I have a better idea.”
He withdraws his hand, and Germany tries not to groan in disappointment. It is probably for the best, given the circumstances, but he is still left feeling very distinctly what he's been denied. Italy is raising himself up on a knee either side of Germany, shuffling up and actually undoing his own pants (which he bothered to wear). It suddenly computes in Germany's head what Italy wants him to do.
“Germanyyy,” Italy cooes once he is kneeling in position, displaying his cock and Germany has to bite his lip because that's really just pathetic. He has this problem; as soon as he gets an actual proper dick near him he becomes all desperate to get it inside him, any way. Which is likely the point, but again, embarrassing. So he stares, trying not to lick his lips and really failing, and waiting for Italy to just tell him to do it already (whoever thought he'd be waiting on command from Italy?)
“Ve, you want to suck it?” That was putting it crudely. “That would be nice.”
Italy guides it to his mouth which Germany opens quickly. As soon as Germany gets his lips wrapped around it he hears Italy give a loud gasp above. “Ah!”
Germany moans. He licks over the length viciously, tasting skin and collecting little drops of precome on his tongue. He feels his own cock throb and he wonders how obvious it is to the others he's enjoying this. He also wonders if they're getting impatient. He can't really see anyone well enough to tell their reactions.
“Ahhh, yes, good Germany,” Italy is absentmindedly stroking his hair which turns into a full-blown grab when Germany starts sucking just a little bit harder. “Argh!” Italy's hips start to rock back and forth uncontrollably, and Germany just struggles to keep up until Italy manages to thrust down his throat.
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [4/?] [Germany/Various]
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-18 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)“Ack!” Italy suddenly pulls out of his mouth, leaving Germany to pant and try and get his breath back. “I wasn't meant to do that! Sorry! Ve, got carried away!”
“I-It's okay, Italy.” Italy looks like he doesn't believe that for a good few seconds, until he looks closer at just how flushed Germany is, the manner of his panting, and Germany can't quite keep himself from squirming underneath and Italy manages to figure it out. “Ohhh. It's another one of those things I wouldn't normally be meant to do but it's okay if I do to you because you like really really weird stuff?” Germany gets embarrassed again, but Italy doesn't notice. He frowns. “Ve, this is confusing!”
“'Kay, 'm thinkin',” says Sweden, somewhat surprising Germany, “should do somethin' 'bout that. Ain't there meant t' be rules fer this?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, all that safety shit,” says Prussia. “Fuck, sorry West. Though it seems like the sort of thing you would have pointed out before. You and your rules and shit.”
“Ah – well – I–” Germany's awkward and still a little out of breath. “I... was distracted.”
Prussia smirks. “Yeah, well, you can say rabbit or something random like that if you want us to stop, right?”
Germany nods along. “Rabbit. Simple.” Now please get back to fucking me is what he does not say and he does not have to fight off the urge viciously, thank you very much.
“You're fucking idiots! He can't talk with a mouth crammed full of cock, you know?!” South Italy makes a good point, and Germany should have thought of that himself.
“Uh, right. Well, he can like, do something. I know! I can act like you're meant to when you're drowning; wave your hand about in the air!”
Prussia looks proud of his plan and Germany groans. “Very well. Can we please get back to...”
Prussia snorts. “Jeez, West. We don't stop thinking about safety just because you're an impatient whore.”
Germany groans for a different reason this time. “Heh, right West. Anyway, Italy, you were doing something right?”
“Ve, I think I'm taking too long,” Italy says while Romano mumbles something about specifics and the class system, Germany's not quite sure. “Everybody should get a turn on Germany, right? That was the point, ve.”
There's a bit of a pause and Denmark steps forward with a crazy grin. “Right!” he says. “Plus, you teased the shit out of the poor boy.”
“Sorry,” Italy pouts as he crawls off, leaving the way open and leaving Germany a little more exposed than he'd like. Also wondering if he should bother protesting being called 'boy'.
“Yeah yeah. Anyway, might as well put 'im out of his misery – oi, you,” he gets Germany's attention. “You've gotta keep your lube 'round here somewhere, with the stuff you've got hidden at the back of the closet. Where?”
Germany lets his mind catch up to that sentence and Oh. “Uh – bedside drawer,” he says as quickly and quietly as possible, restraining himself from squirming too much in anticipation. For the love of god, you're not that desperate.
The man grins wildly as he pulls it out of the drawer, wasting no time in pouring it on his fingers. “Yeah, wanted to keep it close at hand? Makes sense I guess. You know...”
Germany looks away, unnecessarily embarrassed again (he should likely get used to that being his default state for awhile).
He is still expecting a warning though.
“Ah!” He cries out in surprise as he feels something pushing in absolutely silently. It goes slowly enough he does get time to look back before it slips in properly, but Denmark still just looks like a madman.
“Shit, could ya try not to break him?” Prussia says. Denmark rolls his eyes and crooks his finger, getting a gasp out of Germany as he pushes it deeper.
“Nghh... It's alright... A warning would be a...” he bites his lip and suddenly gives up on talking. It's not that much, not yet, but this is taking awhile and he's eager for what he can get.
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [5/?] [Germany/Various]
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-20 01:10 am (UTC)(link)Germany lets his mind catch up to that sentence and Oh. “Uh – bedside drawer,” he says as quickly and quietly as possible, restraining himself from squirming too much in anticipation. For the love of god, you're not that desperate.
.../combusts
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [5/?] [Germany/Various]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-20 07:41 am (UTC)(link)That's all.
P.S. bottom!Germany is my ultimate kink button <3
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [5/?] [Germany/Various]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-21 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)[Part 18] Door Stopper [6/?] [Germany/Various]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-22 11:59 am (UTC)(link)“Oi, you. Stop writhing. We'll get there.” Germany doesn't even know who said that, or why, and he may or may not have some difficulty following the instructions.
“Mmgh... more...”
He bites down on his lip harshly, because that should not have escaped. At least, not already or something (he's not entirely sure what boundary he's drawing himself, to be honest.)
“Might do, but apparently I'm not meant to and someone would hit me then, so...” Almost in apology, Denmark thrusts his finger in roughly and starts suddenly attacking those points he found before, to the point where Germany can't quite stop small sounds falling out of his mouth.
“Dude, you dick!” America bursts forward with all his usual tact and courtesy. “C'mon, we came here to give the slut something, now let's do it!”
America's hard enough to keep up with at the best of times and Germany's not in his most rational state of mind right now, so Germany barely has time to comprehend this statement before America is kneeling before the foot of the bed and covering his fingers with the slick substance, clearly ready to just push them in and move on. He presses one to Germany's hole and Germany unthinkingly moves his hips towards it. With a cocky grin, America impales him in an instant.
“Agh!” The initial shock. Then the two are fingering him together, and there is nothing wrong with it at all. It's strange, dealing with this from the two of them – he automatically senses the differences; America's hands are smaller but somewhat rougher, and he can't decide whether that makes sense or not.
“Hey, I shouldn't get hit in the head this way,” Denmark grins at America.
(In the background, Germany sees England rolling his eyes. “It was meant to be a joke, imbeciles.” Oh, he said it.)
“Yeah, well, safety in numbers and that.” America smirks down at the panting Germany. “Dude, I think this guy totally took that lesson to heart. Bit too much to be honest.”
Germany groans (more out of embarrassment than anything, honestly this time) and America laughs.
“What's that? You want more?”
Another finger teases his rim, and Germany's muscles clench (Denmark curses under his breath). “Yes,” he says directly. For the love of god, he wants more. He wants to be filled as much as possible, by whoever and whatever, and cock, jesus, he really is a whore.
“'Kay.”
It takes America more effort to push in the second one (no matter the fantasy, Germany's body is still subject to the laws of biology) and Germany holds his breath until a third finger is stretching him out. He notices that America and Denmark don't seem to quite understand what angles they should be sitting/kneeling at to do this most effectively. It makes him have to chase their fingers (and has him too out of it to figure out what the most efficient method would be as he normally would), until someone grabs him under the jaw and forces his attention upward.
He sees Romano looming above. “Fuck me. You want it this bad, whore? Want like nine guys fucking you into the mattress?”
Germany shivers. Turns out, Romano's irrational hatred of him has its uses. He nods along with the statement (and wonders if he should specify he's none too fussy about the mattress thing.)
Romano smirks and presses three fingers to Germany's mouth; he obediently opens it and takes them in, sucking generously. He doesn't exactly know why Romano's doing this (he doesn't think he plans to join Denmark and America further down, because that would take more effort and time than Romano would ever be willing to spend on him), but nevermind.
Re: [Part 18] Door Stopper [6/?] [Germany/Various]
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(Anonymous) 2011-06-24 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)Germany shivers. Turns out, Romano's irrational hatred of him has its uses. He nods along with the statement (and wonders if he should specify he's none too fussy about the mattress thing.)
hnnnnnnng. F5F5F5
[Part 18] Door Stopper [7/?] [Germany/Various]
(Anonymous) 2011-06-26 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)Denmark and America seem to get annoyed with this, as suddenly the movement from their fingers gets much to fats and hard and he has to cry out, because dear god. “Hey, we're actually doing the work down here,” Denmark whines.
“Dude, Romano, what are you even doing? I'm not sure we could even fit your fingers down here or something, uh...” America is confused.
“Fuck off, bastard. Just checking how eager this bitch is to have something in his mouth.”
Germany groans, which is helped as America pushes his fingers deeper, grinning. “Ah. Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Thanks.” Then Romano's pushing his head back again, crawling over and kneeling above him. “Open wide, slut.”
Germany does and he's having a dick pushed into mouth, again, and it's Romano so he's not exactly going to be careful with Germany himself. It's awkward, keeping his head back at this angle, but Romano keeps his head pulled back (although Germany knows he could break away easily if he tried; Romano is even weaker than his brother) and thrusting to his throat. It hurts and Germany's cock twitches and leaks at the pain. This is incredibly fucked up.
“Yeah, think you proved your point there,” snarks America from somewhere down below.
He can't even see those two now, but suddenly he feels a fourth finger – Denmark's, this time – spreading him open. “Think we should bother with a fourth one? Who's dick is that big?”
“Eh, might as well. Think he'd like that.”
Denmark follows the advice quickly and Germany moans around the cock in his mouth, getting a gasp from up above. “Shit... Stupid bastard...” Germany can barely pay attention though, feeling himself be stretched out and full. It hurts, like the angle his head is at hurts his neck, but he'll survive it. He finds himself bringing his legs up, spreading them further so they can push more inside. His cock is throbbing by now and he – he wants to be fucked, badly. He's appreciate it if everyone would get a move on.
Somehow, with his limited vision, he notices that everyone has come closer (mostly watching with avid interest, although England and Austria seem to be having a fascinating conversation about, from what he can hear, some kind of train). Then suddenly, from the side his hand is being grabbed and wrapped around someone's cock.
“My dear Allemagne, I believe you are somewhat neglecting us, oui?” It's France. Of course it's France. “Ah, so brutally unfair, mon cheri. I assume you are willing to try your hardest to make that up to us?”
Germany groans but strokes obediently, and it's not long before he feels another cock in the other hand. He genuinely doesn't know who that is, but he finds himself not caring. America and Denmark's fingering only gets harder and more vicious as they have to compete for attention, and of course Germany is getting used to it, stretched wide and not feeling the pain. He rocks his hips down pathetically lewdly, needing it harder and deeper, fuck...
“Jeez,” America laughs over France's appreciative sounds, Romano's breathy fast cursing and the unknown man's grunts (...that's probably Sweden). “Germans. Fucking efficient. They'll find a place for every cock, y'know?”
Germany groans again and somehow everything seems to get faster; Romano sliding between his lips, the men either side thrusting into his hands and dear god, the fingers deep in his hole. America suddenly stretches his wide and Germany cries out (Romano pulling on his hair to make sure he doesn't even think of stopping that).
America laughs again. “Speaking of which,” he says with a few more flexes of the fingers, “Pretty sure he's ready. Hold on, Germany; it's your lucky day. Time to get fucked.”
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