France sighs, but tilts his head to the side and gives Prussia better access to his neck. His fingers reach up, brushing the fall of his hair over his shoulder. Prussia practically attacks him, biting--France grits his teeth when teeth graze his pulse--and France has to grab Prussia’s hand to keep him from tearing off his shirt.
France might have been teasing, but he wasn’t joking. The night is young. And he’s just starting to stir, heat pooling and spreading upwards, downwards, into his toes and through his body.
Because they’re pretty when they kiss--Romano, that is, and Spain, and he kind of smiles because at least Romano’s not alone anymore, at least he’s with someone--
And then France frowns, his grip slackening, and he doesn’t even try to stop Prussia when he dives for his zipper, fingers fondling him through his pants.
“You think you can both fit on that chair?” France asks, a little too loud, and Spain and Romano turn their heads, their lips wet and shining in the television’s glare. “There’s more room on the bed, you know.” To prove his point, he scoots back, crossing his legs and dragging Prussia to the crook of his neck. He tosses a pillow towards the end of the bed, in reconciliation.
“Hey, yeah.” Prussia’s mouth splits into a wide grin filled with the Devil’s laughter. “Let’s make a contest out of it. Who can make their partner moan the loudest?”
Romano sputters, trying to flail his way away. “F-fuck, what? No! God no! I--”
France feels Prussia’s muscles coil, tense. He is too drunk, too slow, to realize what’s happening to him until Prussia tackles him. The air rushes out of him with a whoosh and a huff, and his neck snaps backwards so that his head’s leaning over the edge of the bed. Prussia starts unbuttoning his shirt--always so neat, fortunately, never one to really tear buttons despite the stereotypes.
“Only one way to shut his mouth,” Prussia says, “and that’s to shove something in it.” His breath hovers over France’s right nipple. France keens, rubs himself against Prussia’s leg, panting, waiting for--
“Like what? A sock?”
Prussia rolls his eyes and slides his blunt fingernails down the length of France’s torso, leaving very faint marks that won’t last. He trails his hand down over France’s belt buckle, and feels for the bulge in his pants.
“Here’s a hint,” he answers, and France cranes his neck in time to see Prussia’s wink disappear. Prussia leans his head down, breaths out over France’s pants, and then applies his hot mouth to the fabric.
Romano can be heard blustering, but France can’t even tell if he’s saying actual words because he’s too distracted by Prussia’s talented mouth.
“Please, Roma,” Spain begs, and France shifts his head to look at them upside down. “Just for tonight, loosen up.”
“No,” France says suddenly, grabbing a hold of Prussia’s head to pull himself up to sitting. He has every eye on him now, and he misses the heat on his clothes. “Romano is going to suck Prussia.”
“--What?!--”
“And I am going to suck Romano,” France decides, easing Prussia off his lap. “He needs some decent affection, and I think we can all agree I am the best at servicing.”
“What about me?”
France hums, looking Spain over, and then grins. “You can, as Prussia might say, fuck him.”
Romano, to France’s great surprise, doesn’t try to argue; he makes a sort of choked up sound and then hides his face behind a pillow, but he doesn’t say no. And that, as far as France is concerned, is enough for him.
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Even so, his hand falters a moment before it reaches Romano’s shoulder. Prussia’s words from earlier that evening echo in his mind, like water lapping at a cave’s walls. Broken bird’s wings. Patience. And a leech he might be--but France always treats his lovers well. Drunk or not, he has standards.
So instead, he brushes his fingertips against Romano’s shoulder, like down feathers drifting through the breeze. “We can go slow,” he murmurs, almost a whisper. He feels Prussia’s eyes on his back, and Spain’s gaze is made of dying embers smoldering beneath his skin. His fingertips rest on Romano’s knuckles.
Romano doesn’t seem to move--but France feels the twitch and sees the slightest glint of brown looking up at him.
“What if I sucked you off first?” France says, lowering his voice so much that it’s almost not even words, just a crushed-velvet voice in the dark hotel room. “What if we just went, adding one at a time...until you were comfortable?”
He feels, more than sees, Romano’s whine. Just once more. Gentle. Romano’s the final word--but only if he speaks it.
“Would you like that, Romano?”
The body beneath his tremors, but then Romano looks up shyly from beneath thick lashes.
“I guess,” he huffs. His eyes keep flittering from France’s face and away again, until France tucks his fingers under Romano’s chin to hold his gaze up. He flashes Romano a smile before leaning in closer, running his nose up the hollow length of Romano’s sunken cheeks, and finally pressing their lips together.
Romano doesn’t yield to him the way Prussia or Spain would, refuses to relax into the warm embrace that awaits. It’s okay with France because he’s kissed England before and knows how to handle it; he cups Romano’s cheek and strokes the stiffness out of his jaw, purring softly against his full, warm lips.
It takes time but France can feel Romano’s inhibitions falling away as he’s kissed and kisses back.
When France ends their kiss, breathing deep and even to try to keep his breath at all, he hears Prussia wolf-whistle behind him. “Niiiice,” he rumbles, and if France listens closely enough he can hear flesh on flesh.
“Ignore him,” France says, angling his lips downward and kissing over Romano’s lips, his Adam’s apple, across a collarbone and over a shoulder’s curve.
“I can’t,” Romano says, and his voice doesn’t sound quite as tight. Quite. “He’s staring at me.”
“Prussia,” France mutters between a mouthful of Romano’s skin, “stop staring at us.”
“Hey, you asked me to sit up here, genius!” Prussia huffs. France hears more clothing rustle behind him. “The fuck am I supposed to do, cover my face with a pillow?”
France’s lips follow his fingers as the unbutton Romano’s shirt. He spreads his hands beneath the shirt, over white skin and hard nipples. “Maybe,” France murmurs. “It’d shut you up, too, maybe.”
“Well fuck you very much too, you--”
Prussia’s words get choked off with a moan, and France turns his head away from Romano’s bellybutton long enough to see Spain leaning over the bed, his hands on either side of Prussia’s hips. Spain’s kisses sound sloppy and wet, but he’s doing his job--Prussia’s balling his fists into Spain’s shirt.
Freeing him to focus on half-lidded brown eyes and a petulant frown. Gently, France runs his knuckles over Romano’s belly, feeling it jump and jitter beneath his touches--but he does not go below the zipper, simply rubs it between thumb and forefinger. “Do you want to do this yourself?” France asks, his blue eyes flicking up to look into Romano’s.
It’s his call, after all.
Romano is hesitant as he leans back on the bed, careful not to touch the other two who are filling the room with kissing moans, and also, France figures, more than a little shy.
“Y-you said you’d take care of me. O-or something. So you do it.”
France cannot keep the smile off his face as he delicately undoes Romano’s belt buckle, pulling it out of the loops and placing it aside on the floor. He cannot keep the smile off his face as he runs his hand up and down the zipper and feels Romano’s interest building up beneath, nor can he rid himself of it as he undoes the button and peels the zipper down.
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And then France pauses, now bowed between Romano’s lithe legs, and looks up at him with a half-lidded gaze as well. He takes in all the freckles on Romano’s chest, the little bits of hair he has all over even though he’s physically barely into his twenties. He sees the muscles hiding beneath bronzed skin, the sheen of a little layer of skin, the barest pink dusted over his shoulders and cheeks.
“Are you ready,” he asks as much with his eyes as he does with his voice. Romano meets his gaze, even tries to match it, until his eyes flutter shut and he breathlessly expresses ‘yes’.
France’s long fingers, trained to hold sword, pen, and paintbrush alike, drift over the little lines of skin where they meet Romano’s briefs, and then slide over the fabric, brushing along the easily visible bulge of his cock.
It comes free, easy, and France hears Romano sigh as he springs free. “Move your legs, my dear,” France murmurs, and doesn’t take his eyes off of Romano’s erection. Romano’s legs shift, twist from underneath him, and France’s own hands move on their own. He flicks the boxers into the dark. They land somewhere just outside the television’s glow, but no one’s looking at the television. Least of all him.
There are more interesting things to look at. And touch. And taste.
Romano’s breath shivers as France’s fingertips skitter up the bottom of Romano’s cock. They’re rarely ever smooth skin and heat. Cocks are a bit like thumbprints in that way--each with their own feel, their own veins and textures and tastes.
He tends to keep that to himself, though. The only person he ever told was Prussia, and he didn’t stop laughing for days.
He keeps it simple, at first. Short jerks, with a squeeze each time Prussia or Spain moans. France’s eyes flick upward, over Romano’s body. Makes sure he’s not yawning, which he’s not. The sweat’s starting to trickle down to his chin, though, and--ah. Romano’s caught him, sweat-slicked face and narrowed eyes.
France changes tactics.
He surges up, changing the angle of his hand and adding a devilish little twist of the wrist. He kisses Romano, pries loose, bite-softened lips open with his tongue. Invites himself in as he pulls, and pulls--
And pulls away, both his hand and his mouth, smiling as Romano bites out an incoherent and breathless swear.
France ducks his head and kisses Romano’s cockhead before he can get his breath back. Suckles just the tip into his mouth--just the head, and leaves the shaft and untouched. He can feel Romano tighten beneath him, and hears the bedsheets wrinkle when he clutches onto them.
By no means is Romano the best tasting France has ever put in his mouth, but he’s hardly terrible, and every twitch and moan France can tease out of him makes the endeavor worth it. He moves his mouth down painfully slowly, taking in perhaps another centimeter and lavishing it with affection from his tongue, the occasional sharp suck when he Romano pants.
“M-more,” Romano hisses, and his pelvis bucks up with raw lust. France wants to laugh but it’s hard to manage with the cock pushing into his mouth, so he wraps delicate fingers around it and rubs them over the veins that made themselves known, the sweaty skin, the curly thick hairs. He lifts his mouth off, being sure to make it noisy, and licks the dribbles of precum that he managed to miss off the flushed, swollen head.
“You look so beautiful,” France murmurs, his gaze drifting up once again. Romano looks so... pleased, so tense with need but still so much looser than he did. France removes his fingers from Romano’s cock, and before he can swear at the lack of touch, he presses those fingers to Romano’s lips. “Taste.”
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It’s a soft command, more of a plea than anything, and though Romano seems a little disgusted by the thought, he rolls his eyes back and exhales. His tongue slips out of his mouth and onto France’s closest finger, and he laps up the flavor of his sweat and skin. He licks down to the webbing of skin between two fingers, and back up again, to the next digit, until France leans up a little more and presses all of them into his mouth.
It’s a tight fit, and Romano makes a little gagging noise, but then he breaths and suckles. France rewards him by lapping up and down the length of his cock, closing his lips around the head once more.
Breathless laughter curls through the air around them, and France’s gaze slips sideways to find that Prussia’s naked but for his pants, his cock jutting out from his fly. Spain is naked, curled against him, arm wrapped around Prussia’s shoulder and a tan leg slung over Prussia’s knees. If France looks, he thinks he can fancy the subtle thrust of Spain’s hips against Prussia’s thigh.
“Yph lkhh cmfhhtbll,” France slurs out around a mouthful of cock. More thread-thin moans from Romano; more breathless laughter and fondling from Prussia. He glares, lifts his head, and then turns to glare at his friends.
“That’s what you get, talking through a mouthful of dick,” Prussia cackles. “Oh, man, I wish I had my phone with me. YouPorn gold, right there!”
France narrows his eyes, and a fox’s smile plays across his lips. “Well,” he says, “I was just saying how comfortable you two looked over there, slacking off instead of making our dear little Romano feel as good.” His eyes slide over to Romano’s, twinkling, teasing. “I bet you want me to boot them right out, don’t you?” France asks, leaning back on his hands and leaning a little closer. “I bet you want me to show you pleasure all through the night.” He leans closer now, whispering, thinking of how dear and sweet Romano looks, wide-eyed, in the moonlight. Or perhaps it’s just the television.
Or perhaps he’s drunk, less drunk than he’s convinced himself he is, and maybe that really makes him a bit love-drunk on Romano’s disarmed gaze.
And then he leans in and kisses Romano again, massages the roof of Romano’s mouth with his tongue, because he’s starting to get a headache deciding whether he’s drunk in one way or another.
He breaks their kiss when he hears Spain rumbling--whether it’s a protective growl or one of lust, France isn’t quite sure. “I hear the Italians are wonderful lovers,” France murmurs. One hand reaches up to Romano’s chest, playing idly with a nipple.
“I--uh.” Romano’s eyelashes flutter, and his glare just comes across as sleepy as a result. “Uh-huh,” he says at last with a nod. “Better than you snail suckers, that’s for sure.”
“Can I see?” France asks, and his eyes flicker over to Prussia and Spain as a result. “Will you show me how well the Italians can love?”
Romano frowns at that, furrowing his brows though he cannot really pull the intensity off when his whole face is slack. “I thought you were going to suck me off,” he protests, whines, really, but France is endeared to it nonetheless.
“Do I not deserve a little something in return for that?”
Romano goes quiet, until France rubs at his nipples again. He mewls a little, France is sure of this because even Prussia and Spain go a little more quiet. France can’t help but smirk and press a kiss to the swollen cockhead beneath his lips.
“Fine,” Romano gasps, his hips once again thrusting off the bed. “Please, shut up...”
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France decides to take that as instruction to suck, not an insult this time, and does as commanded. His hair falls like a curtain around his face, blocking his attention off from everything that isn’t Romano. He dives in, taking Romano as deep as he can, which he has to add is impressive, though perhaps not as much considering he’s had many centuries to work on it. His hands wrap around to hug Romano’s ass, and he relaxed, swallows, takes him in more. Then he hollows his cheeks, sucking and releasing as the pressure builds.
“You forgot his balls! Fondle his balls!” Prussia breaks through France’s concentration, and now he becomes more aware of Romano’s panting and writhing. Though normally he chooses to ignore Prussia’s sex advice, Romano’s sac is hanging, red and heavy, right at his chin. So he releases an ass cheek and cups them in his palm.
Romano’s body tightens. His voice keens, rising into a whine--
And France pulls away, wiping at his chin, still fondling Romano’s balls. Romano’s face is red, an enticing mix of anger and lust, and it makes France smirk just a little. “You--promised,” Romano accuses, as France palms him and squeezes.
“I did. But darling, do you really want to peak before the main event?” He leans in a little more. “Don’t you want it to feel more...intense?”
Romano’s head bobs a little. Francis takes this as a yes. “Let’s take a break, then,” France whispers. “Let’s give Spain and Prussia a chance to make you feel good. Prussia, do you have the lube?”
Prussia lets out a whoop and fishes about in the drawers. Spain crawls forward, a wisp of smoke in the dark room, his eyes bright as they look up at Romano. France wonders for a moment who he sees in this darkness--and hopes for Romano’s sake that he’s seeing the right person there.
“Hey,” Spain says, and his voice is still sunlight, but not relentless and obnoxious, blinding everyone. “Hey, Romano,” he says again, and France thinks of sunlight through clouds after a thunderstorm. If France is smirks and practiced techniques, Spain is sensuous, sweet, his hand reaching down to take over where France left off with a slow, firm tug.
“Bastard,” Romano whispers, and his voice crinkles like cellophane.
“Shh,” Spain says, leaning down, breathing a kiss at the corner of Romano’s eyes. “Hush. You’re cute like this, don’t worry.”
France finally has a chance to lean back with a sigh, undoing the fly to his pants. His cock practically springs free from his underwear, his hand ready to catch it, and his eyes flutter shut as he indulges himself just a bit.
He watches as Prussia returns, lube in hand, and swings himself onto the bed, not even wasting a second to put his hand on Romano’s body. Spain is tenderness, leaving little kisses all about Romano’s face; eyes, nose, lips, like tiny reminders of, ‘I’m here and I love you.’ Prussia, on the other hand, is entirely sharp corners and sandpaper; he has his face against Romano’s chest, and is grazing over erect pink nipples with his fang-like teeth, not quite bruising but definitely flirting with pain. France loves watching them work in unison like this, juxtaposed on a criminally beautiful canvas that is quivering beneath their affections. France leans back, spreading his legs a little wider, shifting for comfort, and he keeps his stroking light so as not to end too soon.
Spain’s ass is bobbing before him, now, as Spain shifts to make out with Romano properly, obvious tongues in play whenever they split a little for air. France smiles, and strokes the taut muscles with his foot, clumsily but still satisfying, at least to him. Prussia slips down to Romano’s weeping cock and laps up the wetness with his greedy tongue, but doesn’t take Romano in; instead he slides down and suckles on his supple thighs.
“H-hah... Spain... oh fuck,” Romano’s gasping now, writhing and, France thinks, probably even begging for some sort of relief.
“Prussia?”
“I’ve got it, don’t worry your pretty little head Romano.”
“W-wha...?”
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The lube bottle opens, and France watches Prussia squeeze more than the necessary amount into his hand, sees him toss the bottle aside and slick up his fingers. He bends Romano’s legs back, out of the way, and France can see everything from the angle. How Prussia’s stubby fingers tease the outside of the tight, oh so tight pucker, the way he rubs over it hotly but then slows down to tweak the tight skin of it. Romano’s still squirming, though he sounds less excited and a little more cautious, so France gives Spain’s ass a gentle nudge to remind him of his task.
“Sorry, Roma,” Spain murmurs, catching on; he turns his head away from the show he can probably barely see, and goes back to kissing Romano like their mutual existence depends on it. When Romano’s suitably distracted, Prussia gives a muted little cackle and presses a finger in; Romano’s legs twitch, but otherwise he barely reacts.
France opts to abandon his cock, as hard and ready as he is, and comes up behind Prussia. What little of Romano’s face he can see is so red, France decides the tomato analogy might not be too far off, but he wisely decides to say nothing of it. He puts a hand on Prussia’s ass and kneads, the other starts scraping down Prussia’s chiseled back.
“Ah fuck,” he hisses, turning to grin at France nonetheless. “My finger almost slipped all the way up.”
“Shame.”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Prussia commands, before turning back around to inspect Romano’s opening. France can no longer see what’s going on down there, but when Romano breaks his kiss with Spain to bite his lip, it gives him a pretty good idea.
“Fuck, I forgot how weird this feels,” Romano swears under his breath, but he’s panting so hard that it’s quite audible. He pushes Spain away and squirms a little more, and Prussia must be moving as well because within seconds Romano is gasping in pleasure.
“So,” Prussia says through gritted teeth and a grin, “how are we going to do this?”
“He sucks you off; Spain will fuck him in turn, just like I said earlier.”
Prussia snorts. “And what are you going to do, just sit there and tenderize your wurst?”
France spanks him for that analogy, drawing a swear and a hiss from Prussia. “Hardly. I’m going to suck him off, like I promised.” He slides off the bed, wiggling his hips and bending his knees as he wriggles his way out of his pants--maybe a bit too tight, but it makes being naked, save for the cross hanging on a golden chain, much more satisfying.
“Spread your knees,” France says, nudging Prussia’s thighs apart with his hands. He swears in German as he wriggles his way between Prussia and Romano’s legs, Romano’s cock rubbing up against his cheek. He grins and turns to nuzzle it, obviously too drunk to realize how ridiculous he looks, or else he wouldn’t be doing it. He wipes the precum and spit off his cheek with a finger and laps it up.
Romano stares at him, eyes glassy and hazy and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I...” he says, too far gone in pleasure, floating on their fingers and varied gentleness, completely at their mercy.
“Prussia,” France says, “switch places with Spain. Stand on the bed if you have to.” And then he puts his mouth to an altogether more useful task--bathing Romano’s cock with a saliva-slicked tongue.
Romano’s reaction is instantaneous; for a moment France fears he is going to come before they’ve even had time to play. He doesn’t, though, so France continues his ministrations, watching as Prussia does stand up on the bed, only to crouch above Romano’s face, his ass very nearly blocking France’s view despite its boniness. Romano’s hands grip Prussia’s hips tightly, and he very slowly pulls himself up. France doesn’t stop sucking as he watches Romano tentatively lick Prussia’s dick, sees him pucker his lips and apparently decide he doesn’t mind the taste.
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Spain is sitting beside France, two fingers pumping in and out of Romano quickly; France can only imagine how hard Spain’s cock must be aching, if after all this time no one has touched it.
When Romano gives a sharp whine France focuses, and sensing that his muscles are winding up again, he lets Romano’s cock fall out of his mouth. Romano tries to protest, but Prussia won’t give him the chance; with the way he’s devouring that dick it honestly doesn’t seem like Romano minds. That, or more likely, he wants Prussia to finish so he can retain the ability to curse at them all.
Instead France goes to lap the sweat off his balls, sucking them off and moaning from low in his chest. He swipes the little ejaculation from Romano’s cockhead off onto his fingers, and then grips the base of his cock none-too-gently.
“HOLY SHIT FUCK OUCH! He fucking BIT ME.”
“Accidents happen!” Spain says cheerfully at Prussia, who sends him a glare while he nurses his cock.
“It … -hah- … wasn’t even that h-hard,” Romano pants, also glaring, but also obviously guilty. “Make France quit bein’ a-hah... a tease!”
France rolls his eyes and lets go of his cock. He buries his nose in Romano’s wet, tangled curls, and speaks into his skin.
“Make it up to Prussia, Romano. Then I promise you’ll have the orgasm of your life.”
Romano frowns down at him a little bit, but France just smiles up at him, sweet and light. It’s only when he threatens to slip out from between Romano’s legs that he feels hands tangling in his hair, keeping him still as Romano leans back in and takes the tip of Prussia’s cock into his mouth once more.
He narrows his eyes and watches a bit more closely this time, eyeing how Prussia’s prick nudges at the inside of Romano’s cheek. He watches, and if he squints--yes. That’s it.
“Romano, dear heart, you have to fold your lips over your teeth.”
Romano doesn’t seem to hear him. He screws his eyes shut even tighter and sinks down even lower on Prussia’s cock. So France clears his throat, speaks up. “Romano, you need to--”
“Shit, shit,” Prussia breathes, his hips twitching a little. “He--ah--he knows how to suck cock, France, he’s--mm--being a--ah!”
France can’t quite tell who Romano’s smirking at. Maybe him. Maybe no one. At any rate, Prussia’s bark of a cry tells France that Romano knows how to suck cock very well, thank you very much.
So instead, he reaches down, down past Romano’s balls and cock, between his legs, to help Spain out. “Do you have any lube, dear? Let me help you out with that.”
Spain doesn’t quite respond, his mouth fixed on a hickey, but France feels the lube splash over his palm, fingers, dripping down to hit his hipbone, cool and wet. He reaches up and gently strokes Spain’s cock, making him nice and slick.
With a final little squeeze for good luck, he releases Spain’s cock wipes the lube that’s remained on his hand on Romano’s. Certain that only moments are left until Prussia comes, given the sounds his abrasive friend is making, he laps the lube up, the taste of sweet cherries mixing well with the taste of the salty skin beneath.
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Soon the mattress can be heard creaking, and when France looks up Prussia is bucking into Romano’s mouth desperate for release. Opting to help them finish that off, he reaches for Prussia’s balls and fondles them; when he tightens his grip just enough ache a little, Prussia sinks down deep into Romano’s throat and comes inside him until he’s shoved off.
Prussia lays on the bed, a sweaty, spent mess, but the look on his face is that of sheer bliss; Romano, meanwhile, is hacking up semen into his waiting cupped palm.
“Did you have to try and make me swallow?” He complains, wiping his hand in the duvet. Prussia laughs, and even that sounds spent.
“What’re you worried about, stomach babies? Just enjoy it.”
Before Romano can respond, Spain touches his cheek gently and smiles down at him, still all sunshine even when completely horny.
“I’m going to put it in now, okay?” he asks, and Romano turns to him and nods, shy once again.
France shifts to occupy Prussia’s place, faintly aware of the fact his cock is inches away from Romano’s nose when he leans in to suck him again. Spain lifts Romano’s pelvis, and slowly presses in, cooing in soft Spanish as he pushes deeper and deeper. Romano grits his teeth, groaning until his prostate is stroked; then, he comes explosively inside France’s mouth.
France scoots up on the duvet, is there to catch Romano when he falls forward. He cradles the test of Romano’s spend on his tongue, bitter and salty, and then swallows it. One hand presses Romano’s face into his shoulder; the other rubs soothing circles on his back as Spain keeps moving, still slow, too slow--
No. France watches as Spain’s face spasms, falls apart. Spain breaks apart like seaweed against the surf, face slack as he comes inside Romano’s body, fingers gripping Romano’s hips hard enough to bruise.
“There, there,” France soothes, petting and kissing Romano, easing them back onto the bed together. France is hard, painfully so, but he will see to himself later, or badger Prussia into finishing him off. Perhaps later down the road, he will have time to be selfish with Romano, time to take what he wants, playful and carefree.
But now Romano is tired, his eyes glazed and his mouth slack. And while he knows Prussia and Spain well enough to know they have enough to go a second round, Romano has given them everything tonight. He has nothing left to give.
So instead, he pulls the duvet down and pulls Romano free from Spain. He lays him back onto the bed, running his fingers over Romano’s hair. “You were good, my dear,” he whispers, kissing the crown of Romano’s hair. “You did splendid.”
Romano’s not even listening to him--his eyes are closed, his breaths evening out. France curls into him, on top of the sheets, and motions for Prussia and Spain to join them. He is still a little hard against Romano’s hip.
He hopes no one will notice.
For a while, it seems as if they won’t; Prussia comes to Romano’s side, and Spain presses against his back, pulse slipping back to something more human. France is hard, but no one seems to notice; he realizes all he has to do is wait until they’re all sound asleep, and he can slip out and take care of himself.
“You never came,” a voice cuts into his thoughts. Prussia is already snoring, and Spain seems to be totally slacken with slumber, so for a moment France is confused. Then Romano’s eyes open a sliver, and he turns to look at him.
“You never...” he yawns, and France reaches up to stroke his cheek.
“That’s okay, Romano. Just sleep.”
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But Romano is already trying to sit up, frowning. “M’pride as an Italian lover is at stake,” he mutters, sliding his palm down France’s chest. He seems so much more willing when he’s half asleep, and France is about to stop him so he doesn’t feel disgusted about it in the morning, but Romano’s hand finds his erection and takes hold of it.
He opens his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat are stolen by shivers. So instead, France presses himself a little closer to Romano’s body, shivering with heat. He lets Romano press a kiss into the corner of his mouth. “This was...” France starts, but trails off, squeezes his eyes shut as he bucks up into Romano’s hand.
He feels Romano shrug against his forehead. “Kinda...nice,” he whispers, and his lips brush against France’s cheek and stubble. “Never had that much attention before.”
France’s stomach drops. “I--” he starts, but then Romano’s hand twists and he shivers, sighs, and comes all over the covers. His orgasm expands through his body, which floats...and then begins to sink into the mattress and the warm bodies surrounding him.
The bedsheets will be a mess, France thinks.
And then, he thinks nothing at all. ______
Sunlight slices across his eyelids and sends the alcohol from last night rattling about his brains. He opens his eyes to see what’s causing the ruckus inside his skull and finds himself glaring at the window. With a soft groan, he squeezes his eyes shut and sinks back into the bed and human warmth.
Human warmth.
France’s eyes shoot open again, and his headache takes in a sprawl of human limbs and snoring. The night comes back to him in a flurry of images and sketches. He feels sick to his stomach.
He moves, catlike, untangling himself from the mess of human flesh and making sure not to disturb the bed. From there, he turns from cat to canary, flitting about the hotel room and slipping on clothes, buckling belts, and doing up every single mother-of-pearl button on his shirt. His mouth feels sour. Everything feels wrong.
His normal way of handling this is to walk away and never look back--to pretend each one-night stand is the first one. His hand pauses on the doorknob; he cups his face in his hands so that he doesn’t look over his shoulder at the sleeping figures on the bed, and lets one lousy, half-hearted chuckle slip into the air.
Romano has no reason to believe their good intentions now. At the very least, he shouldn’t have had so much to drink.
And then he opens the door and walks out, and does not look back.
END CHAPTER 1
A/N: Wow. That is a lot longer than I expected it to be. I just want to let you know that there are TWO author anons working on this, because we love this prompt a LOT. And there will be more; chapter 2 is more than halfway done, but we may not get to post it until next week. Hopefully this all will tide you over ;)
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1p/?]
That was. That was. That was. OMG, there are no words to describe was I think about that.
I will never be the same again. And, I have never read group sex written quite so eloquently. I think it helps that it is from France's POV?
There's going to be more!? How do you even follow that? What do you even follow it with? I'm certainly going to stick around to find out. Thanks bubbles in my heart at the thought of reading more.
Suddenly, I've found an unknown spot in my heart soft for France/Romano!? I've read and enjoyed Spain/Romano and Prussia/Romano. But...France/Romano?! I'm certainly not the OP, because I wouldn't have even thought to ask for this...before this fill. But, I like this. And, I might start going out and looking for some France/Romano now.
Okay so I now have some time to comment. Imagine my delight when I woke up this morning and saw that this awaited me. I promise I'm going to try to be as coherent as possible. Please don't hold me to that wonderful author anons I think my brain exploded.
The scene where Prussia is explain Romano to France was perfect, exactly how I see their relationship. I always figured that Romano and Prussia would have some sort of friendship. And why Prussia was in the room when France and Spain go to see Romano works so well. Seriously is there anything that didn't work? Answer absolutely not! Not only do I get plot, I get smut as well (wonderfully written very hot smut). What more could I possible want I’m sure your brilliant brains will come up with something I didn’t even know I wanted.
And the ending! That ending killed me, go back France go back. Romano will believe your intentions. Honestly if I went to quote all my favourite bits back at you I’d pretty much take everything. I love your France! I really think this worked from his point of view. I love the little details that you put in, especially how France realizes it.
It’s such a wonderful fill I’m so glad both of you decided to do this and I’m glad others are enjoying this as much as I am. I’m sure I’m forgetting things
And then you went and told me that there was more! More! I can’t believe it this was so perfect and there is still more of their relationship. This is turning out to be so much more then what I thought when I made the request. The dynamic between everyone is perfect! I cannot wait for chapter two, but I will try to be patient my wonderful author anons! I will try even though it will be hard. I'll just go back and reread it several times.
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1p/?]
The France POV works like a charm, and so do Spain being his usual oblivious sunshine-and-lollipops self (with some darkness underneath) and Prussia being a massive dick and at the same time much sharper than everybody gives him credit for (you gave him some of the funniest lines I've ever read in this, lol). And Romano is freaking adorable, too, he broke my heart - he's my favorite character and I know how hard he is to keep IC in sex scenes, when he always tends to go too sappy or too bitchy - but here, he was perfect.
The description were perfect, to the point but not too dry, a bit flowery, but worked so well with France's POV - and the dialog was so IC and at the same time so original. There were some lines that made me laugh (“Gee, Spain, I haven’t the slightest clue. Why do men watch porn? I guess it’s just one of life’s fucking mysteries.”) and others that made my heart ache a little (“Hush. You’re cute like this, don’t worry.”).
I know orgies are hard as hell to write, but everything in this felt natural and never confusing or stilted. It all flows so naturally, and did I mention it's hot? Because it is. Hot as the surface of the Sun.
And how the hell did you keep the flow so nice even when two people writing? Everything binds together so flawlessly.
Just, aaaaah, this was sorely needed and it made me giddy with sheer fangirl joy and I'm so happy that there's more coming (pun intended)<3
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Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1h/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:38 am (UTC)(link)France might have been teasing, but he wasn’t joking. The night is young. And he’s just starting to stir, heat pooling and spreading upwards, downwards, into his toes and through his body.
Because they’re pretty when they kiss--Romano, that is, and Spain, and he kind of smiles because at least Romano’s not alone anymore, at least he’s with someone--
And then France frowns, his grip slackening, and he doesn’t even try to stop Prussia when he dives for his zipper, fingers fondling him through his pants.
“You think you can both fit on that chair?” France asks, a little too loud, and Spain and Romano turn their heads, their lips wet and shining in the television’s glare. “There’s more room on the bed, you know.” To prove his point, he scoots back, crossing his legs and dragging Prussia to the crook of his neck. He tosses a pillow towards the end of the bed, in reconciliation.
“Hey, yeah.” Prussia’s mouth splits into a wide grin filled with the Devil’s laughter. “Let’s make a contest out of it. Who can make their partner moan the loudest?”
Romano sputters, trying to flail his way away. “F-fuck, what? No! God no! I--”
France feels Prussia’s muscles coil, tense. He is too drunk, too slow, to realize what’s happening to him until Prussia tackles him. The air rushes out of him with a whoosh and a huff, and his neck snaps backwards so that his head’s leaning over the edge of the bed. Prussia starts unbuttoning his shirt--always so neat, fortunately, never one to really tear buttons despite the stereotypes.
“Only one way to shut his mouth,” Prussia says, “and that’s to shove something in it.” His breath hovers over France’s right nipple. France keens, rubs himself against Prussia’s leg, panting, waiting for--
“Like what? A sock?”
Prussia rolls his eyes and slides his blunt fingernails down the length of France’s torso, leaving very faint marks that won’t last. He trails his hand down over France’s belt buckle, and feels for the bulge in his pants.
“Here’s a hint,” he answers, and France cranes his neck in time to see Prussia’s wink disappear. Prussia leans his head down, breaths out over France’s pants, and then applies his hot mouth to the fabric.
Romano can be heard blustering, but France can’t even tell if he’s saying actual words because he’s too distracted by Prussia’s talented mouth.
“Please, Roma,” Spain begs, and France shifts his head to look at them upside down. “Just for tonight, loosen up.”
“No,” France says suddenly, grabbing a hold of Prussia’s head to pull himself up to sitting. He has every eye on him now, and he misses the heat on his clothes. “Romano is going to suck Prussia.”
“--What?!--”
“And I am going to suck Romano,” France decides, easing Prussia off his lap. “He needs some decent affection, and I think we can all agree I am the best at servicing.”
“What about me?”
France hums, looking Spain over, and then grins. “You can, as Prussia might say, fuck him.”
Romano, to France’s great surprise, doesn’t try to argue; he makes a sort of choked up sound and then hides his face behind a pillow, but he doesn’t say no. And that, as far as France is concerned, is enough for him.
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1i/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:41 am (UTC)(link)So instead, he brushes his fingertips against Romano’s shoulder, like down feathers drifting through the breeze. “We can go slow,” he murmurs, almost a whisper. He feels Prussia’s eyes on his back, and Spain’s gaze is made of dying embers smoldering beneath his skin. His fingertips rest on Romano’s knuckles.
Romano doesn’t seem to move--but France feels the twitch and sees the slightest glint of brown looking up at him.
“What if I sucked you off first?” France says, lowering his voice so much that it’s almost not even words, just a crushed-velvet voice in the dark hotel room. “What if we just went, adding one at a time...until you were comfortable?”
He feels, more than sees, Romano’s whine. Just once more. Gentle. Romano’s the final word--but only if he speaks it.
“Would you like that, Romano?”
The body beneath his tremors, but then Romano looks up shyly from beneath thick lashes.
“I guess,” he huffs. His eyes keep flittering from France’s face and away again, until France tucks his fingers under Romano’s chin to hold his gaze up. He flashes Romano a smile before leaning in closer, running his nose up the hollow length of Romano’s sunken cheeks, and finally pressing their lips together.
Romano doesn’t yield to him the way Prussia or Spain would, refuses to relax into the warm embrace that awaits. It’s okay with France because he’s kissed England before and knows how to handle it; he cups Romano’s cheek and strokes the stiffness out of his jaw, purring softly against his full, warm lips.
It takes time but France can feel Romano’s inhibitions falling away as he’s kissed and kisses back.
When France ends their kiss, breathing deep and even to try to keep his breath at all, he hears Prussia wolf-whistle behind him. “Niiiice,” he rumbles, and if France listens closely enough he can hear flesh on flesh.
“Ignore him,” France says, angling his lips downward and kissing over Romano’s lips, his Adam’s apple, across a collarbone and over a shoulder’s curve.
“I can’t,” Romano says, and his voice doesn’t sound quite as tight. Quite. “He’s staring at me.”
“Prussia,” France mutters between a mouthful of Romano’s skin, “stop staring at us.”
“Hey, you asked me to sit up here, genius!” Prussia huffs. France hears more clothing rustle behind him. “The fuck am I supposed to do, cover my face with a pillow?”
France’s lips follow his fingers as the unbutton Romano’s shirt. He spreads his hands beneath the shirt, over white skin and hard nipples. “Maybe,” France murmurs. “It’d shut you up, too, maybe.”
“Well fuck you very much too, you--”
Prussia’s words get choked off with a moan, and France turns his head away from Romano’s bellybutton long enough to see Spain leaning over the bed, his hands on either side of Prussia’s hips. Spain’s kisses sound sloppy and wet, but he’s doing his job--Prussia’s balling his fists into Spain’s shirt.
Freeing him to focus on half-lidded brown eyes and a petulant frown. Gently, France runs his knuckles over Romano’s belly, feeling it jump and jitter beneath his touches--but he does not go below the zipper, simply rubs it between thumb and forefinger. “Do you want to do this yourself?” France asks, his blue eyes flicking up to look into Romano’s.
It’s his call, after all.
Romano is hesitant as he leans back on the bed, careful not to touch the other two who are filling the room with kissing moans, and also, France figures, more than a little shy.
“Y-you said you’d take care of me. O-or something. So you do it.”
France cannot keep the smile off his face as he delicately undoes Romano’s belt buckle, pulling it out of the loops and placing it aside on the floor. He cannot keep the smile off his face as he runs his hand up and down the zipper and feels Romano’s interest building up beneath, nor can he rid himself of it as he undoes the button and peels the zipper down.
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1j/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:42 am (UTC)(link)“Are you ready,” he asks as much with his eyes as he does with his voice. Romano meets his gaze, even tries to match it, until his eyes flutter shut and he breathlessly expresses ‘yes’.
France’s long fingers, trained to hold sword, pen, and paintbrush alike, drift over the little lines of skin where they meet Romano’s briefs, and then slide over the fabric, brushing along the easily visible bulge of his cock.
It comes free, easy, and France hears Romano sigh as he springs free. “Move your legs, my dear,” France murmurs, and doesn’t take his eyes off of Romano’s erection. Romano’s legs shift, twist from underneath him, and France’s own hands move on their own. He flicks the boxers into the dark. They land somewhere just outside the television’s glow, but no one’s looking at the television. Least of all him.
There are more interesting things to look at. And touch. And taste.
Romano’s breath shivers as France’s fingertips skitter up the bottom of Romano’s cock. They’re rarely ever smooth skin and heat. Cocks are a bit like thumbprints in that way--each with their own feel, their own veins and textures and tastes.
He tends to keep that to himself, though. The only person he ever told was Prussia, and he didn’t stop laughing for days.
He keeps it simple, at first. Short jerks, with a squeeze each time Prussia or Spain moans. France’s eyes flick upward, over Romano’s body. Makes sure he’s not yawning, which he’s not. The sweat’s starting to trickle down to his chin, though, and--ah. Romano’s caught him, sweat-slicked face and narrowed eyes.
France changes tactics.
He surges up, changing the angle of his hand and adding a devilish little twist of the wrist. He kisses Romano, pries loose, bite-softened lips open with his tongue. Invites himself in as he pulls, and pulls--
And pulls away, both his hand and his mouth, smiling as Romano bites out an incoherent and breathless swear.
France ducks his head and kisses Romano’s cockhead before he can get his breath back. Suckles just the tip into his mouth--just the head, and leaves the shaft and untouched. He can feel Romano tighten beneath him, and hears the bedsheets wrinkle when he clutches onto them.
By no means is Romano the best tasting France has ever put in his mouth, but he’s hardly terrible, and every twitch and moan France can tease out of him makes the endeavor worth it. He moves his mouth down painfully slowly, taking in perhaps another centimeter and lavishing it with affection from his tongue, the occasional sharp suck when he Romano pants.
“M-more,” Romano hisses, and his pelvis bucks up with raw lust. France wants to laugh but it’s hard to manage with the cock pushing into his mouth, so he wraps delicate fingers around it and rubs them over the veins that made themselves known, the sweaty skin, the curly thick hairs. He lifts his mouth off, being sure to make it noisy, and licks the dribbles of precum that he managed to miss off the flushed, swollen head.
“You look so beautiful,” France murmurs, his gaze drifting up once again. Romano looks so... pleased, so tense with need but still so much looser than he did. France removes his fingers from Romano’s cock, and before he can swear at the lack of touch, he presses those fingers to Romano’s lips. “Taste.”
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1k/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:43 am (UTC)(link)It’s a tight fit, and Romano makes a little gagging noise, but then he breaths and suckles. France rewards him by lapping up and down the length of his cock, closing his lips around the head once more.
Breathless laughter curls through the air around them, and France’s gaze slips sideways to find that Prussia’s naked but for his pants, his cock jutting out from his fly. Spain is naked, curled against him, arm wrapped around Prussia’s shoulder and a tan leg slung over Prussia’s knees. If France looks, he thinks he can fancy the subtle thrust of Spain’s hips against Prussia’s thigh.
“Yph lkhh cmfhhtbll,” France slurs out around a mouthful of cock. More thread-thin moans from Romano; more breathless laughter and fondling from Prussia. He glares, lifts his head, and then turns to glare at his friends.
“That’s what you get, talking through a mouthful of dick,” Prussia cackles. “Oh, man, I wish I had my phone with me. YouPorn gold, right there!”
France narrows his eyes, and a fox’s smile plays across his lips. “Well,” he says, “I was just saying how comfortable you two looked over there, slacking off instead of making our dear little Romano feel as good.” His eyes slide over to Romano’s, twinkling, teasing. “I bet you want me to boot them right out, don’t you?” France asks, leaning back on his hands and leaning a little closer. “I bet you want me to show you pleasure all through the night.” He leans closer now, whispering, thinking of how dear and sweet Romano looks, wide-eyed, in the moonlight. Or perhaps it’s just the television.
Or perhaps he’s drunk, less drunk than he’s convinced himself he is, and maybe that really makes him a bit love-drunk on Romano’s disarmed gaze.
And then he leans in and kisses Romano again, massages the roof of Romano’s mouth with his tongue, because he’s starting to get a headache deciding whether he’s drunk in one way or another.
He breaks their kiss when he hears Spain rumbling--whether it’s a protective growl or one of lust, France isn’t quite sure. “I hear the Italians are wonderful lovers,” France murmurs. One hand reaches up to Romano’s chest, playing idly with a nipple.
“I--uh.” Romano’s eyelashes flutter, and his glare just comes across as sleepy as a result. “Uh-huh,” he says at last with a nod. “Better than you snail suckers, that’s for sure.”
“Can I see?” France asks, and his eyes flicker over to Prussia and Spain as a result. “Will you show me how well the Italians can love?”
Romano frowns at that, furrowing his brows though he cannot really pull the intensity off when his whole face is slack. “I thought you were going to suck me off,” he protests, whines, really, but France is endeared to it nonetheless.
“Do I not deserve a little something in return for that?”
Romano goes quiet, until France rubs at his nipples again. He mewls a little, France is sure of this because even Prussia and Spain go a little more quiet. France can’t help but smirk and press a kiss to the swollen cockhead beneath his lips.
“Fine,” Romano gasps, his hips once again thrusting off the bed. “Please, shut up...”
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1l/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:45 am (UTC)(link)“You forgot his balls! Fondle his balls!” Prussia breaks through France’s concentration, and now he becomes more aware of Romano’s panting and writhing. Though normally he chooses to ignore Prussia’s sex advice, Romano’s sac is hanging, red and heavy, right at his chin. So he releases an ass cheek and cups them in his palm.
Romano’s body tightens. His voice keens, rising into a whine--
And France pulls away, wiping at his chin, still fondling Romano’s balls. Romano’s face is red, an enticing mix of anger and lust, and it makes France smirk just a little. “You--promised,” Romano accuses, as France palms him and squeezes.
“I did. But darling, do you really want to peak before the main event?” He leans in a little more. “Don’t you want it to feel more...intense?”
Romano’s head bobs a little. Francis takes this as a yes. “Let’s take a break, then,” France whispers. “Let’s give Spain and Prussia a chance to make you feel good. Prussia, do you have the lube?”
Prussia lets out a whoop and fishes about in the drawers. Spain crawls forward, a wisp of smoke in the dark room, his eyes bright as they look up at Romano. France wonders for a moment who he sees in this darkness--and hopes for Romano’s sake that he’s seeing the right person there.
“Hey,” Spain says, and his voice is still sunlight, but not relentless and obnoxious, blinding everyone. “Hey, Romano,” he says again, and France thinks of sunlight through clouds after a thunderstorm. If France is smirks and practiced techniques, Spain is sensuous, sweet, his hand reaching down to take over where France left off with a slow, firm tug.
“Bastard,” Romano whispers, and his voice crinkles like cellophane.
“Shh,” Spain says, leaning down, breathing a kiss at the corner of Romano’s eyes. “Hush. You’re cute like this, don’t worry.”
France finally has a chance to lean back with a sigh, undoing the fly to his pants. His cock practically springs free from his underwear, his hand ready to catch it, and his eyes flutter shut as he indulges himself just a bit.
He watches as Prussia returns, lube in hand, and swings himself onto the bed, not even wasting a second to put his hand on Romano’s body. Spain is tenderness, leaving little kisses all about Romano’s face; eyes, nose, lips, like tiny reminders of, ‘I’m here and I love you.’ Prussia, on the other hand, is entirely sharp corners and sandpaper; he has his face against Romano’s chest, and is grazing over erect pink nipples with his fang-like teeth, not quite bruising but definitely flirting with pain. France loves watching them work in unison like this, juxtaposed on a criminally beautiful canvas that is quivering beneath their affections. France leans back, spreading his legs a little wider, shifting for comfort, and he keeps his stroking light so as not to end too soon.
Spain’s ass is bobbing before him, now, as Spain shifts to make out with Romano properly, obvious tongues in play whenever they split a little for air. France smiles, and strokes the taut muscles with his foot, clumsily but still satisfying, at least to him. Prussia slips down to Romano’s weeping cock and laps up the wetness with his greedy tongue, but doesn’t take Romano in; instead he slides down and suckles on his supple thighs.
“H-hah... Spain... oh fuck,” Romano’s gasping now, writhing and, France thinks, probably even begging for some sort of relief.
“Prussia?”
“I’ve got it, don’t worry your pretty little head Romano.”
“W-wha...?”
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1m/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:47 am (UTC)(link)“Sorry, Roma,” Spain murmurs, catching on; he turns his head away from the show he can probably barely see, and goes back to kissing Romano like their mutual existence depends on it. When Romano’s suitably distracted, Prussia gives a muted little cackle and presses a finger in; Romano’s legs twitch, but otherwise he barely reacts.
France opts to abandon his cock, as hard and ready as he is, and comes up behind Prussia. What little of Romano’s face he can see is so red, France decides the tomato analogy might not be too far off, but he wisely decides to say nothing of it. He puts a hand on Prussia’s ass and kneads, the other starts scraping down Prussia’s chiseled back.
“Ah fuck,” he hisses, turning to grin at France nonetheless. “My finger almost slipped all the way up.”
“Shame.”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Prussia commands, before turning back around to inspect Romano’s opening. France can no longer see what’s going on down there, but when Romano breaks his kiss with Spain to bite his lip, it gives him a pretty good idea.
“Fuck, I forgot how weird this feels,” Romano swears under his breath, but he’s panting so hard that it’s quite audible. He pushes Spain away and squirms a little more, and Prussia must be moving as well because within seconds Romano is gasping in pleasure.
“So,” Prussia says through gritted teeth and a grin, “how are we going to do this?”
“He sucks you off; Spain will fuck him in turn, just like I said earlier.”
Prussia snorts. “And what are you going to do, just sit there and tenderize your wurst?”
France spanks him for that analogy, drawing a swear and a hiss from Prussia. “Hardly. I’m going to suck him off, like I promised.” He slides off the bed, wiggling his hips and bending his knees as he wriggles his way out of his pants--maybe a bit too tight, but it makes being naked, save for the cross hanging on a golden chain, much more satisfying.
“Spread your knees,” France says, nudging Prussia’s thighs apart with his hands. He swears in German as he wriggles his way between Prussia and Romano’s legs, Romano’s cock rubbing up against his cheek. He grins and turns to nuzzle it, obviously too drunk to realize how ridiculous he looks, or else he wouldn’t be doing it. He wipes the precum and spit off his cheek with a finger and laps it up.
Romano stares at him, eyes glassy and hazy and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I...” he says, too far gone in pleasure, floating on their fingers and varied gentleness, completely at their mercy.
“Prussia,” France says, “switch places with Spain. Stand on the bed if you have to.” And then he puts his mouth to an altogether more useful task--bathing Romano’s cock with a saliva-slicked tongue.
Romano’s reaction is instantaneous; for a moment France fears he is going to come before they’ve even had time to play. He doesn’t, though, so France continues his ministrations, watching as Prussia does stand up on the bed, only to crouch above Romano’s face, his ass very nearly blocking France’s view despite its boniness. Romano’s hands grip Prussia’s hips tightly, and he very slowly pulls himself up. France doesn’t stop sucking as he watches Romano tentatively lick Prussia’s dick, sees him pucker his lips and apparently decide he doesn’t mind the taste.
And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1n/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:48 am (UTC)(link)When Romano gives a sharp whine France focuses, and sensing that his muscles are winding up again, he lets Romano’s cock fall out of his mouth. Romano tries to protest, but Prussia won’t give him the chance; with the way he’s devouring that dick it honestly doesn’t seem like Romano minds. That, or more likely, he wants Prussia to finish so he can retain the ability to curse at them all.
Instead France goes to lap the sweat off his balls, sucking them off and moaning from low in his chest. He swipes the little ejaculation from Romano’s cockhead off onto his fingers, and then grips the base of his cock none-too-gently.
“HOLY SHIT FUCK OUCH! He fucking BIT ME.”
“Accidents happen!” Spain says cheerfully at Prussia, who sends him a glare while he nurses his cock.
“It … -hah- … wasn’t even that h-hard,” Romano pants, also glaring, but also obviously guilty. “Make France quit bein’ a-hah... a tease!”
France rolls his eyes and lets go of his cock. He buries his nose in Romano’s wet, tangled curls, and speaks into his skin.
“Make it up to Prussia, Romano. Then I promise you’ll have the orgasm of your life.”
Romano frowns down at him a little bit, but France just smiles up at him, sweet and light. It’s only when he threatens to slip out from between Romano’s legs that he feels hands tangling in his hair, keeping him still as Romano leans back in and takes the tip of Prussia’s cock into his mouth once more.
He narrows his eyes and watches a bit more closely this time, eyeing how Prussia’s prick nudges at the inside of Romano’s cheek. He watches, and if he squints--yes. That’s it.
“Romano, dear heart, you have to fold your lips over your teeth.”
Romano doesn’t seem to hear him. He screws his eyes shut even tighter and sinks down even lower on Prussia’s cock. So France clears his throat, speaks up. “Romano, you need to--”
“Shit, shit,” Prussia breathes, his hips twitching a little. “He--ah--he knows how to suck cock, France, he’s--mm--being a--ah!”
France can’t quite tell who Romano’s smirking at. Maybe him. Maybe no one. At any rate, Prussia’s bark of a cry tells France that Romano knows how to suck cock very well, thank you very much.
So instead, he reaches down, down past Romano’s balls and cock, between his legs, to help Spain out. “Do you have any lube, dear? Let me help you out with that.”
Spain doesn’t quite respond, his mouth fixed on a hickey, but France feels the lube splash over his palm, fingers, dripping down to hit his hipbone, cool and wet. He reaches up and gently strokes Spain’s cock, making him nice and slick.
With a final little squeeze for good luck, he releases Spain’s cock wipes the lube that’s remained on his hand on Romano’s. Certain that only moments are left until Prussia comes, given the sounds his abrasive friend is making, he laps the lube up, the taste of sweet cherries mixing well with the taste of the salty skin beneath.
Re: And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1o/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:49 am (UTC)(link)Prussia lays on the bed, a sweaty, spent mess, but the look on his face is that of sheer bliss; Romano, meanwhile, is hacking up semen into his waiting cupped palm.
“Did you have to try and make me swallow?” He complains, wiping his hand in the duvet. Prussia laughs, and even that sounds spent.
“What’re you worried about, stomach babies? Just enjoy it.”
Before Romano can respond, Spain touches his cheek gently and smiles down at him, still all sunshine even when completely horny.
“I’m going to put it in now, okay?” he asks, and Romano turns to him and nods, shy once again.
France shifts to occupy Prussia’s place, faintly aware of the fact his cock is inches away from Romano’s nose when he leans in to suck him again. Spain lifts Romano’s pelvis, and slowly presses in, cooing in soft Spanish as he pushes deeper and deeper. Romano grits his teeth, groaning until his prostate is stroked; then, he comes explosively inside France’s mouth.
France scoots up on the duvet, is there to catch Romano when he falls forward. He cradles the test of Romano’s spend on his tongue, bitter and salty, and then swallows it. One hand presses Romano’s face into his shoulder; the other rubs soothing circles on his back as Spain keeps moving, still slow, too slow--
No. France watches as Spain’s face spasms, falls apart. Spain breaks apart like seaweed against the surf, face slack as he comes inside Romano’s body, fingers gripping Romano’s hips hard enough to bruise.
“There, there,” France soothes, petting and kissing Romano, easing them back onto the bed together. France is hard, painfully so, but he will see to himself later, or badger Prussia into finishing him off. Perhaps later down the road, he will have time to be selfish with Romano, time to take what he wants, playful and carefree.
But now Romano is tired, his eyes glazed and his mouth slack. And while he knows Prussia and Spain well enough to know they have enough to go a second round, Romano has given them everything tonight. He has nothing left to give.
So instead, he pulls the duvet down and pulls Romano free from Spain. He lays him back onto the bed, running his fingers over Romano’s hair. “You were good, my dear,” he whispers, kissing the crown of Romano’s hair. “You did splendid.”
Romano’s not even listening to him--his eyes are closed, his breaths evening out. France curls into him, on top of the sheets, and motions for Prussia and Spain to join them. He is still a little hard against Romano’s hip.
He hopes no one will notice.
For a while, it seems as if they won’t; Prussia comes to Romano’s side, and Spain presses against his back, pulse slipping back to something more human. France is hard, but no one seems to notice; he realizes all he has to do is wait until they’re all sound asleep, and he can slip out and take care of himself.
“You never came,” a voice cuts into his thoughts. Prussia is already snoring, and Spain seems to be totally slacken with slumber, so for a moment France is confused. Then Romano’s eyes open a sliver, and he turns to look at him.
“You never...” he yawns, and France reaches up to stroke his cheek.
“That’s okay, Romano. Just sleep.”
And Then They All Fucked, And Made Everything Worse: The Fanfic [1p/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 04:52 am (UTC)(link)He opens his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat are stolen by shivers. So instead, France presses himself a little closer to Romano’s body, shivering with heat. He lets Romano press a kiss into the corner of his mouth. “This was...” France starts, but trails off, squeezes his eyes shut as he bucks up into Romano’s hand.
He feels Romano shrug against his forehead. “Kinda...nice,” he whispers, and his lips brush against France’s cheek and stubble. “Never had that much attention before.”
France’s stomach drops. “I--” he starts, but then Romano’s hand twists and he shivers, sighs, and comes all over the covers. His orgasm expands through his body, which floats...and then begins to sink into the mattress and the warm bodies surrounding him.
The bedsheets will be a mess, France thinks.
And then, he thinks nothing at all.
______
Sunlight slices across his eyelids and sends the alcohol from last night rattling about his brains. He opens his eyes to see what’s causing the ruckus inside his skull and finds himself glaring at the window. With a soft groan, he squeezes his eyes shut and sinks back into the bed and human warmth.
Human warmth.
France’s eyes shoot open again, and his headache takes in a sprawl of human limbs and snoring. The night comes back to him in a flurry of images and sketches. He feels sick to his stomach.
He moves, catlike, untangling himself from the mess of human flesh and making sure not to disturb the bed. From there, he turns from cat to canary, flitting about the hotel room and slipping on clothes, buckling belts, and doing up every single mother-of-pearl button on his shirt. His mouth feels sour. Everything feels wrong.
His normal way of handling this is to walk away and never look back--to pretend each one-night stand is the first one. His hand pauses on the doorknob; he cups his face in his hands so that he doesn’t look over his shoulder at the sleeping figures on the bed, and lets one lousy, half-hearted chuckle slip into the air.
Romano has no reason to believe their good intentions now. At the very least, he shouldn’t have had so much to drink.
And then he opens the door and walks out, and does not look back.
END CHAPTER 1
A/N: Wow. That is a lot longer than I expected it to be. I just want to let you know that there are TWO author anons working on this, because we love this prompt a LOT. And there will be more; chapter 2 is more than halfway done, but we may not get to post it until next week. Hopefully this all will tide you over ;)
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 07:45 am (UTC)(link)CHAPTER ONE???
WHAT ARE YOU EVEN GONNA DO AFTER THIS?
THAT WAS...
THAT'S IT WORLD, THE IDEA OF "SEX" IS FINISHED. EVERYONE GO HOME NOW.
THAT LAST BIT WAS MORE LITERAL THAN I ORIGINALLY INTENDED.
BUT SERIOUSLY
I FAIL TO CAN.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)I will never be the same again. And, I have never read group sex written quite so eloquently. I think it helps that it is from France's POV?
There's going to be more!? How do you even follow that? What do you even follow it with? I'm certainly going to stick around to find out. Thanks bubbles in my heart at the thought of reading more.
Suddenly, I've found an unknown spot in my heart soft for France/Romano!? I've read and enjoyed Spain/Romano and Prussia/Romano. But...France/Romano?! I'm certainly not the OP, because I wouldn't have even thought to ask for this...before this fill. But, I like this. And, I might start going out and looking for some France/Romano now.
OP is speechless!
(Anonymous) 2012-05-18 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)Please don't hold me to that wonderful author anons I think my brain exploded.The scene where Prussia is explain Romano to France was perfect, exactly how I see their relationship. I always figured that Romano and Prussia would have some sort of friendship. And why Prussia was in the room when France and Spain go to see Romano works so well. Seriously is there anything that didn't work? Answer absolutely not! Not only do I get plot, I get smut as well (wonderfully written very hot smut). What more could I possible want
I’m sure your brilliant brains will come up with something I didn’t even know I wanted.And the ending! That ending killed me, go back France go back. Romano will believe your intentions. Honestly if I went to quote all my favourite bits back at you I’d pretty much take everything. I love your France! I really think this worked from his point of view. I love the little details that you put in, especially how France realizes it.
It’s such a wonderful fill I’m so glad both of you decided to do this and I’m glad others are enjoying this as much as I am. I’m sure I’m forgetting things
And then you went and told me that there was more! More! I can’t believe it this was so perfect and there is still more of their relationship. This is turning out to be so much more then what I thought when I made the request. The dynamic between everyone is perfect! I cannot wait for chapter two, but I will try to be patient my wonderful author anons! I will try even though it will be hard. I'll just go back and reread it several times.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-19 07:00 am (UTC)(link)>scrolls down
>and down
>and down
>ready for bittersweet ending
>"END CHAPTER 1"
???????????????????
I AM THRILLED.
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(Anonymous) 2012-05-21 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)The France POV works like a charm, and so do Spain being his usual oblivious sunshine-and-lollipops self (with some darkness underneath) and Prussia being a massive dick and at the same time much sharper than everybody gives him credit for (you gave him some of the funniest lines I've ever read in this, lol). And Romano is freaking adorable, too, he broke my heart - he's my favorite character and I know how hard he is to keep IC in sex scenes, when he always tends to go too sappy or too bitchy - but here, he was perfect.
The description were perfect, to the point but not too dry, a bit flowery, but worked so well with France's POV - and the dialog was so IC and at the same time so original. There were some lines that made me laugh (“Gee, Spain, I haven’t the slightest clue. Why do men watch porn? I guess it’s just one of life’s fucking mysteries.”) and others that made my heart ache a little (“Hush. You’re cute like this, don’t worry.”).
I know orgies are hard as hell to write, but everything in this felt natural and never confusing or stilted. It all flows so naturally, and did I mention it's hot? Because it is. Hot as the surface of the Sun.
And how the hell did you keep the flow so nice even when two people writing? Everything binds together so flawlessly.
Just, aaaaah, this was sorely needed and it made me giddy with sheer fangirl joy and I'm so happy that there's more coming (pun intended)<3