[IC R-18 sillies] Sleepovers With Germany Are Dangerous.

[failiciano]

[Because he's Italy, he's sleeping first. Or, rather, because he ran back over to Germany's house while he was in the shower and, for once, decided not to bust in there and talk to him, he hopped into bed, bored, and fell asleep first. He would've loved to wait for him! But he was too comfortable

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[1amkeit]

[When he finished, Germany blinked once, carefully, before he fully opened his eyes to stare at him. After he came the flush on his face had lessened, but he could feel it spreading across his cheeks again just because he felt happy, and somewhat awkward, that Italy was doing this for him. To help out, he offered Italy his left hand with his palm facing the sky so he could get started on washing that arm. Unless his dream had something else in store for him]

[failiciano]

[Italy looked at his hand before putting his own in it, like a dog that had been asked to 'shake.' But then he pulled his hand away, put more soap on it, and held Germany's hand from the bottom so he could lather it up. At first, he moved somewhat quickly, before he slowed down to admire his hands, how much bigger than his own they were, and the muscles under his smaller hands, from hi s wrist all the way up to his shoulder, then down again, before rinsing the water off, still fairly slow and no less like he was massaging bit by bit than he'd done before.]

[1amkeit]

[Germany's eyes trailed the movements of his hands over his arm. He'd always liked the feel of Italy's hands against his skin. Unlike Germany's own hands, they seemed to be proficient at romantic touches, whereas his own felt awkward. All in all, he rarely was this comfortable and, though he wouldn't admit this outside of his dream, he enjoyed the fact that Italy wasn't rushing this]

[failiciano]

[He made little shapes with his finger as he moved across his collar, the only thing actually marking them on his skin being the water on his hands. When he reached his other shoulder and down to it's hand, he did the same as he had the previous arm, lovingly admiring every bit of it. Like a well-chiseled sculpture. He rinsed the soap off, finally, and then threw his arms in the air]

Okay, Germany, arms up! Up, up! [Or around him, that would be up enough.]

[1amkeit]

Ah, right... [He followed Italy's example and raised his arms up in the air, giving him all the access he needed to work with]

[failiciano]

[He moved his own arms down before putting more gel on them, putting his hands on his hips and trailing them up his sides, up under his arms and back down again until he was covered and sudsy. Then he washed them clean of the soap, put more on his hands, and moved to his shoulders, rubbing them soothingly, down to his collar and down to his chest. His hands lingered on his pecs, squeezing and massaging them a bit more than he did everywhere else.]

. . .it's sort of like Germany's got a girl's chest, but not as soft.

[1amkeit]

T-That doesn't even make sense! It's just muscles, I don't have a girl's chest.

[The hands on his chest were much needed as his muscles were a bit stiff there (and even more so in his back and neck) from doing all of his paperwork during the day. And if it didn't feel so nice, he might've manhandled Italy a bit to get an explanation for that comment. For now, he just mustered up a glare]

[failiciano]

But it's big and soft! Ve, well, it's not that soft. Or much at all, really. And my chest is flat, see? But Germany's pushes out, instead, because the muscles are so strong.

[He rubbed his hand on his chest a bit, as though Germany couldn't see it, effectively covering it in soap. But then he returned his hands to Germany and resumed rubbing and massaging and coating his front with the soap, trying to relax the stiff muscles.]

But it looks good on Germany. . .it's really nice because Germany's body is so nice and he takes good care of it. Even though your body's not soft at all and sometimes the muscles are scary and Germany's so big, it's intimidating, it's not all a bad thing because it helps me feel safe, too. And they're strong enough to be warm, even if it's cold outside, and when you're hugging them they don't feel so hard. . . . [All of this said as he rinses the soap from him again, then drags his fingers along his skin, not trying to clean, just admiring him some more.]

Germany's pretty. I-in a not-girly way!

[1amkeit]

[Throughout all of the compliments, Germany's cheeks were growing more and more flushed, and the little workers inside of his head must've been working extra hard to make sure he could still function. Still, it took him a while before he could think of a reply]

I-I... Ah, thank you. But men are handsome! Not pretty!

[Not the most eloquent of replies, but it was something. With a quick clearing of his throat, he continued]

But I feel the same... About you, I mean!

[failiciano]

But men are pretty! Men are pretty and beautiful and handsome and bello just like girls are bella! It's the same word and means the same things, but the subject is different, that's all. Bello and bella and pretty and beautiful and handsome all mean you're attractive some way. Nothing more than that, Germany.

[By the time he'd finished, he was kneeling on the floor, putting more soap on his hands. Then he rubbed it over his abs, still showing his physical admiration with his fingers.]

Germany's muscly here, too. Ve, but Germany can't feel that way about me! I'm not muscly at all! I'm all soft and flat and squishy, see.

[1amkeit]

[Both embarrassed and flattered at the same time, Germany covered his face with his hand, before he glanced down at Italy. He quickly pulled his hand away again so he could deny what he said. And since he didn't know what else he should do with them, he simply lowered his arms again, letting them hang by his side]

You would be if you trained more!

But you're-

Not muscly, but... A-ah, cute. [Germany hoped he didn't sound as awkward as he thought he did. Usually he felt less embarrassed by Italy's actions in all of his dreams, too. For some reason though, he felt this embarrassment much more vividly]

[failiciano]

I wouldn't! That's too muscly! [Even though he admired the way they looked on others, he couldn't quite see himself that way. . .he wouldn't say he'd look bad but he thinks he'd look a little strange.]

[He laughed as he washed the soap off, pushing at his somewhat hard abdomen as though he didn't already know how it felt.] Ve, grazie, Germany~ [He pressed his cheek against his stomach, affectionately, before hopping up, somehow not slipping.] Germany's back now!

[1amkeit]

...That's not likely to happen. [Germany would agree with Italy on that point, but he strongly doubted Italy would ever even be in danger of being too muscly]

[Obligingly, Germany turned around so he had full access to his back. He turned his head so he could peek over his shoulder at Italy, and waited for him to start on his back, eager to feel those hands on him again]

[failiciano]

[While he turned, he prepared his hands, putting a good amount of soap on them before slipping them Onto his shoulders, working his way down to his shoulder blades, mid back, lower back, hips, and back up again. It wasn't quite done in the same way he'd done his chest and arms, but still somewhat in admiration and still taking his time to ensure he was thorough.]

[1amkeit]

[If Italy listened carefully, he might hear Germany grunt a little every time he reached a particulary tense spot on his back. For the most part Germany just tried to stay quiet and savor the feeling of warm water and hands on his back, as it helped loosen his muscles a bit]

[failiciano]

[He hadn't been listening especially carefully when he first heard, he just hadn't been speaking or making much noise himself. Following that, he listened a bit harder and applied a bit more pressure when he caught him grunting, doing this independently in the same places once he'd begun washing off the soap.]