Suddenly all the fingers are gone and America is pushing his legs higher up, and dear god the man is stronger than he looks (also, Germany's a little curious as to how he and Denmark just coordinated that so quickly), and everyone looks on expectantly. His muscles tighten and clench in anticipation (and because of that looseness that of course he feels now), drawing more than a few moans from the men in his hands and mouth. “Shit, just hurry up and fuck him, you bastard,” grumbles Romano.
“I think he's meant to say that, you know,” America says, but he lines himself up and slides Germany's legs onto his shoulders (incredibly and somewhat not-altogether-appropriate-thoughts-inspiringly strong), and Germany has to let Romano's cock slide out of his mouth to breathe, and he opens his eyes, panting (he does check and yes, it is Sweden in his other hand). America flashes him a grin but, for possibly the first time in his life, does not say anything.
Then he pushes in and impales Germany.
“Arghhh!” He screams as America shows him no mercy, fucking him hard and brutal and fast in soon as he starts. He moans and his body shakes in response, squeezing the cocks in his hands in reflex and pushing himself back toward America's thrusts. Oh god, that's good; full of cock and being bent almost in half, and he wants more.
A hand roughly tugs his head back up by the hair. “Bastard, you were doing something.”
Of course, Romano would act that way. His head is pulled up and he starts sucking again as best he can. His body rocks back and forth as he's thrust towards from every direction, and everyone seems to want more of his attention. He feels like he should get himself under control, but after limited effort he decides it's hopeless. He moans as loud as he can with a mouth full of cock, pushing himself back towards America, desperately trying to ask to be fucked harder without having to say it.
“Shit shit fuck,” Romano pulls roughly at his hair and head, enough to make him wince, thrusting as deep into Germany's mouth as he can manage and making Germany gag slightly as well. It might be an Italian thing. Germany can tell Romano is close to coming and greedily laps up the precome that drips out of Romano's cock and into his mouth. The taste itself isn't that pleasant, salty and bitter, but the more he gets in his mouth the more degraded he feels, sluttish and usable, and it arouses him further. He really doesn't want to think about how he's going to deal with all this once they're finished.
“Oh fuck,” Romano is gasping for breath above his head and Germany tenses in preparation for what is about to happen (he vaguely registers a moan from America). Then Romano suddenly pulls out of his mouth, and Germany doesn't exactly get a warning before–
He gasps loudly as Romano comes on his face, drops falling into his mouth. It gets the attention of the others too; America pauses while completely inside him, and France and Sweden withdraw themselves from his hands. Once Romano's finished catching his breath, he smirks down at Germany.
“Yeah, wondering if it's still worth noting you're a total slut or not.”
Germany moans again. He has to close his eyes, feeling hot come run down his face. That's always been part of his fantasies, having men come... It's just so dirty, which is perhaps out of character for him in most things, but it's also a label. A clear, obvious, visible marker that he is, well, a slut.
He loves it.
“Well, I kinda think you did it anyway,” says America, sounding remarkably casual for a man who is balls-deep in another, and Germany starts to squirm impatiently. He wants to be fucked again, and America's not doing it right now. America ignores him. “Though that look does totally suit him.”
“Why are you talking to me, jackass?”
America shrugs. “Least one common interest?” He then turns his attention to Germany and his growing impatience. “Oh, you. You want something?”
Germany would blush, but he's pretty much done that as much as possible. “America...” he says somewhat incoherently, because it's rather difficult to come up with a coherent response with however-many inches of cock inside you and refusing to move.
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(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)“I think he's meant to say that, you know,” America says, but he lines himself up and slides Germany's legs onto his shoulders (incredibly and somewhat not-altogether-appropriate-thoughts-inspiringly strong), and Germany has to let Romano's cock slide out of his mouth to breathe, and he opens his eyes, panting (he does check and yes, it is Sweden in his other hand). America flashes him a grin but, for possibly the first time in his life, does not say anything.
Then he pushes in and impales Germany.
“Arghhh!” He screams as America shows him no mercy, fucking him hard and brutal and fast in soon as he starts. He moans and his body shakes in response, squeezing the cocks in his hands in reflex and pushing himself back toward America's thrusts. Oh god, that's good; full of cock and being bent almost in half, and he wants more.
A hand roughly tugs his head back up by the hair. “Bastard, you were doing something.”
Of course, Romano would act that way. His head is pulled up and he starts sucking again as best he can. His body rocks back and forth as he's thrust towards from every direction, and everyone seems to want more of his attention. He feels like he should get himself under control, but after limited effort he decides it's hopeless. He moans as loud as he can with a mouth full of cock, pushing himself back towards America, desperately trying to ask to be fucked harder without having to say it.
“Shit shit fuck,” Romano pulls roughly at his hair and head, enough to make him wince, thrusting as deep into Germany's mouth as he can manage and making Germany gag slightly as well. It might be an Italian thing. Germany can tell Romano is close to coming and greedily laps up the precome that drips out of Romano's cock and into his mouth. The taste itself isn't that pleasant, salty and bitter, but the more he gets in his mouth the more degraded he feels, sluttish and usable, and it arouses him further. He really doesn't want to think about how he's going to deal with all this once they're finished.
“Oh fuck,” Romano is gasping for breath above his head and Germany tenses in preparation for what is about to happen (he vaguely registers a moan from America). Then Romano suddenly pulls out of his mouth, and Germany doesn't exactly get a warning before–
He gasps loudly as Romano comes on his face, drops falling into his mouth. It gets the attention of the others too; America pauses while completely inside him, and France and Sweden withdraw themselves from his hands. Once Romano's finished catching his breath, he smirks down at Germany.
“Yeah, wondering if it's still worth noting you're a total slut or not.”
Germany moans again. He has to close his eyes, feeling hot come run down his face. That's always been part of his fantasies, having men come... It's just so dirty, which is perhaps out of character for him in most things, but it's also a label. A clear, obvious, visible marker that he is, well, a slut.
He loves it.
“Well, I kinda think you did it anyway,” says America, sounding remarkably casual for a man who is balls-deep in another, and Germany starts to squirm impatiently. He wants to be fucked again, and America's not doing it right now. America ignores him. “Though that look does totally suit him.”
“Why are you talking to me, jackass?”
America shrugs. “Least one common interest?” He then turns his attention to Germany and his growing impatience. “Oh, you. You want something?”
Germany would blush, but he's pretty much done that as much as possible. “America...” he says somewhat incoherently, because it's rather difficult to come up with a coherent response with however-many inches of cock inside you and refusing to move.
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(Anonymous) 2011-07-14 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)recaptcha says satisfy.
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(Anonymous) 2011-07-20 06:31 am (UTC)(link)I BOW TO YOU
AMAZING ANON, TAKE MY FIRSTBORN
(and now, i'll proceed to wipe the blood that's spilled from my nose...)
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(Anonymous) 2011-08-22 10:01 am (UTC)(link)Anon will marry me as soon as they finish this!!!
It isn't a question, it's a demand!!!
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(Anonymous) 2011-10-22 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)FFFFFFFF
The piece itself is fair enough, but that remark. SO PERFEEEEEEEECT.