"What kind of title do you think we should use for this, Espagna?" drawled France from where he lay on his back, flopped over the side of the bed and holding a camcorder focused on Prussia's ass. "It looks pretty sexy, don't you think?"
The Spaniard snickered and thrust his hips harder, slamming straight into Prussia's prostate and pulling out a loud moan.
"God, there, there!" he sighed, pushing back against Spain and digging his fingernails into the carpet.
"I think," said Spain through gritted teeth, sweat rolling down his neck and eyes clenched shut, "that the porntastic nature of Gilbert's last moan will get at least a thousand favorites."
France frowned. "I wasn't asking about the hit count, Espagna. Titre, I said, titre." Prussia whined as the brunet stopped his motions to think.
"D-dammit, Francis! Don't you know that Antonio can't think and fuck at the same time?! Stop distracting him!"
Laughing, France waved him off. "My mistake. Carry on, Antonio, and leave the thinking to moi."
Spain was only too happy to comply, and lifted the albino's hips to fuck him harder. Gilbert's moans and gasps started again, and it didn't take long for him to start slamming his fists against the floor as he came; his muscles clenched hard around the Spaniard, and Prussia winced at the rather disgusting feel of cum sloshing around inside him.
"Ewww," grumbled the Prussian as Spain pulled out, a stream of thick white liquid following suit and dripping down his thighs.
"Oooh, Francis! Zoom in on that!" cackled the brunet, yanking Prussia's hips up higher and pushing the cum around with his finger. "Haha, it drips back out! See?"
"Yes, yes, very interesting," replied Prussia with a roll of his eyes. "Just - ack!" He cut off with a slight shriek as Spain slipped two fingers in, pulling them back out and humming appreciatively at the strand of cum connecting his finger to Prussia's ass.
"Oh, that looks so dirty, Gilbert~" smirked Francis. "How do you like the feel of two men's cum inside you?"
"Maybe we should go more, and fill you up till it sloshes around when you try to walk!"
"Tony, I love you, but it sounds really weird when you say such lewd stuff in that stupidly cheerful tone."
"Mhmm." Spain hooked his fingers and spread the albino's hole wide, leaning over to make sure Francis had a good shot. "Hey! Do you think that if you drank food coloring before having sex, your cum would be a different color? Cuz then we'd be able to tell it apart!"
Francis deadpanned. "Antoine, you're an idiot."
Spain shook his head vigorously. "No, really! What if it worked?? We'd be able to take pictures of Gilbert's ass -" he slapped his thigh at the thought, earning an indignified squawk - "and post it online, and tag ourselves as the cum!"
The Frenchman looked thoughtful.
"You're not actually considering it, are you?" asked an awestruck Prussia, twisting to see the blonde. And gasping in terror when he stood and walked off in the direction of the kitchen.
Spain grinned. "Well, Gilbert," he smirked, squishing his asscheeks together and squeezing out some of the cum, "I hope you're ready for rounds three and four!"
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The Spaniard snickered and thrust his hips harder, slamming straight into Prussia's prostate and pulling out a loud moan.
"God, there, there!" he sighed, pushing back against Spain and digging his fingernails into the carpet.
"I think," said Spain through gritted teeth, sweat rolling down his neck and eyes clenched shut, "that the porntastic nature of Gilbert's last moan will get at least a thousand favorites."
France frowned. "I wasn't asking about the hit count, Espagna. Titre, I said, titre." Prussia whined as the brunet stopped his motions to think.
"D-dammit, Francis! Don't you know that Antonio can't think and fuck at the same time?! Stop distracting him!"
Laughing, France waved him off. "My mistake. Carry on, Antonio, and leave the thinking to moi."
Spain was only too happy to comply, and lifted the albino's hips to fuck him harder. Gilbert's moans and gasps started again, and it didn't take long for him to start slamming his fists against the floor as he came; his muscles clenched hard around the Spaniard, and Prussia winced at the rather disgusting feel of cum sloshing around inside him.
"Ewww," grumbled the Prussian as Spain pulled out, a stream of thick white liquid following suit and dripping down his thighs.
"Oooh, Francis! Zoom in on that!" cackled the brunet, yanking Prussia's hips up higher and pushing the cum around with his finger. "Haha, it drips back out! See?"
"Yes, yes, very interesting," replied Prussia with a roll of his eyes. "Just - ack!" He cut off with a slight shriek as Spain slipped two fingers in, pulling them back out and humming appreciatively at the strand of cum connecting his finger to Prussia's ass.
"Oh, that looks so dirty, Gilbert~" smirked Francis. "How do you like the feel of two men's cum inside you?"
"Maybe we should go more, and fill you up till it sloshes around when you try to walk!"
"Tony, I love you, but it sounds really weird when you say such lewd stuff in that stupidly cheerful tone."
"Mhmm." Spain hooked his fingers and spread the albino's hole wide, leaning over to make sure Francis had a good shot. "Hey! Do you think that if you drank food coloring before having sex, your cum would be a different color? Cuz then we'd be able to tell it apart!"
Francis deadpanned. "Antoine, you're an idiot."
Spain shook his head vigorously. "No, really! What if it worked?? We'd be able to take pictures of Gilbert's ass -" he slapped his thigh at the thought, earning an indignified squawk - "and post it online, and tag ourselves as the cum!"
The Frenchman looked thoughtful.
"You're not actually considering it, are you?" asked an awestruck Prussia, twisting to see the blonde. And gasping in terror when he stood and walked off in the direction of the kitchen.
Spain grinned. "Well, Gilbert," he smirked, squishing his asscheeks together and squeezing out some of the cum, "I hope you're ready for rounds three and four!"
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heee. it sucked :D