He laughs, “Looks like you’ve ate too much!” He pokes Germany’s stomach that has stuck out through the course of the meal. Italy sets down the plates and goes down onto his knees. His hands reach out for Germany’s fly…
“Stop!” Germany shrieks and lifts one leg up.
“It’s fine! Calm down, Germany. All I’m going to do is undo this button so you can be more comfortable!” Before Germany can protest, Italy pulls down the fly and undoes the button, so that Germany’s belly sticks out.
“I’d prefer if you did my pants up again, Italy.”
Germany shrieks again when Italy turns his chair so that they face each other. Italy pushes Germany’s legs apart and Germany marvels at how easy that was. Had he really let himself go that much that Italy could push his legs open like he was breaking a piece of chocolate off of a chocolate bar? Or had Italy actually been working out? Germany eyes wandered down to Italy’s calves, and noticed how strong they seemed underneath Italy’s military outfit.
Germany is brought back to reality when Italy kisses Germany’s belly. “Italy! Stop that!”
Italy ignores him and continues to play with his stomach, pulling it up and squishing it softly. He kisses his belly button, and leaves a trail of kisses up and down Germany’s belly. He stops when he notices a red circle, an imprint left by Germany’s tight pants. He kisses it, and the kiss is much longer than any of the other kisses. Germany watches the brunette’s head center on that one part so close to the fabric of Germany’s boxers.
“Is that better?” Italy asks and sets his head down on Germany’s lap. Germany nods, hoping that by saying yes, Italy will stop kissing his stomach.
Italy looks back at Germany’s stomach and kisses the red circle once more. This time, his lips go down, and further down still until his lips are kissing Germany’s boxers. Germany’s fidgeting has begun once more.
“Italy…” he begins. He chokes when Italy’s lips kiss his dick through his boxers. His hand goes down to hold Italy’s head and he can feel Italy’s smile against his cock.
Italy pulls down Germany’s pants and resumes kissing the red circle. He brings the skin between his teeth and sucks it in his mouth. His hand reaches up and slowly starts stroking Germany’s cock. He kisses Germany’s stomach.
“Italy,” Germany moans. Italy looks up to look at Germany and smiles. He moves down and takes his dick in his mouth. Germany lets out a throaty groan and grabs Italy’s hair, letting his finger brush against Italy’s hair curl.
Italy moans around Germany’s cock and it sends shivers up Germany’s spine. His head bobs up and down, his tongue running down the underside and catching the vein. He goes back up and sucks on the head, swallowing the pre-cum.
His hand comes back and pumps half of his cock, his mouth covering the other half. Germany lets out a deep moan and throws his head back, his fingers coiling and tightening around Italy’s hair.
Italy pumps faster as his lips lift up from Germany’s dick and go back to his stomach, kissing his gut.
“N-no, back” Germany orders, and forces Italy back onto his cock, his hips thrusting up into Italy’s warm, tight mouth. Italy doubles his efforts when he feels Germany tense.
“Fuck!” Germany curses when he comes into Italy’s mouth, letting go of Italy’s hair and thrusting his hips up through his orgasm. Italy pulls off and rubs his wrist against his mouth.
He gets up and kisses Germany’s stomach one, last time. He does up Germany’s pants for him and holds out his hand.
“Come on, let’s have a siesta now!”
Germany's eyes widen, but he takes Italy's hand anyways, and on wobbly feet he follows Italy to one of his rooms. Italy sleeps with him, and unlike before, Germany doesn't scream at him to get out.
oh god i hope this works. i don't write gerita that often but this prompt seemed so cute and ugh i wanted to write it so much. hope this is ok?
Gut Feeling, 2/2 Germany/Italy - weight gain and belly play
“Stop!” Germany shrieks and lifts one leg up.
“It’s fine! Calm down, Germany. All I’m going to do is undo this button so you can be more comfortable!” Before Germany can protest, Italy pulls down the fly and undoes the button, so that Germany’s belly sticks out.
“I’d prefer if you did my pants up again, Italy.”
Germany shrieks again when Italy turns his chair so that they face each other. Italy pushes Germany’s legs apart and Germany marvels at how easy that was. Had he really let himself go that much that Italy could push his legs open like he was breaking a piece of chocolate off of a chocolate bar? Or had Italy actually been working out? Germany eyes wandered down to Italy’s calves, and noticed how strong they seemed underneath Italy’s military outfit.
Germany is brought back to reality when Italy kisses Germany’s belly. “Italy! Stop that!”
Italy ignores him and continues to play with his stomach, pulling it up and squishing it softly. He kisses his belly button, and leaves a trail of kisses up and down Germany’s belly. He stops when he notices a red circle, an imprint left by Germany’s tight pants. He kisses it, and the kiss is much longer than any of the other kisses. Germany watches the brunette’s head center on that one part so close to the fabric of Germany’s boxers.
“Is that better?” Italy asks and sets his head down on Germany’s lap. Germany nods, hoping that by saying yes, Italy will stop kissing his stomach.
Italy looks back at Germany’s stomach and kisses the red circle once more. This time, his lips go down, and further down still until his lips are kissing Germany’s boxers. Germany’s fidgeting has begun once more.
“Italy…” he begins. He chokes when Italy’s lips kiss his dick through his boxers. His hand goes down to hold Italy’s head and he can feel Italy’s smile against his cock.
Italy pulls down Germany’s pants and resumes kissing the red circle. He brings the skin between his teeth and sucks it in his mouth. His hand reaches up and slowly starts stroking Germany’s cock. He kisses Germany’s stomach.
“Italy,” Germany moans. Italy looks up to look at Germany and smiles. He moves down and takes his dick in his mouth. Germany lets out a throaty groan and grabs Italy’s hair, letting his finger brush against Italy’s hair curl.
Italy moans around Germany’s cock and it sends shivers up Germany’s spine. His head bobs up and down, his tongue running down the underside and catching the vein. He goes back up and sucks on the head, swallowing the pre-cum.
His hand comes back and pumps half of his cock, his mouth covering the other half. Germany lets out a deep moan and throws his head back, his fingers coiling and tightening around Italy’s hair.
Italy pumps faster as his lips lift up from Germany’s dick and go back to his stomach, kissing his gut.
“N-no, back” Germany orders, and forces Italy back onto his cock, his hips thrusting up into Italy’s warm, tight mouth. Italy doubles his efforts when he feels Germany tense.
“Fuck!” Germany curses when he comes into Italy’s mouth, letting go of Italy’s hair and thrusting his hips up through his orgasm. Italy pulls off and rubs his wrist against his mouth.
He gets up and kisses Germany’s stomach one, last time. He does up Germany’s pants for him and holds out his hand.
“Come on, let’s have a siesta now!”
Germany's eyes widen, but he takes Italy's hand anyways, and on wobbly feet he follows Italy to one of his rooms. Italy sleeps with him, and unlike before, Germany doesn't scream at him to get out.
oh god i hope this works. i don't write gerita that often but this prompt seemed so cute and ugh i wanted to write it so much. hope this is ok?