Table challenge: Germany/Italy, Romance: #17: Embrace
Title: Kiss Me Softly, Kiss Me Hard
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #17: Embrace
Word Count:700
Rating: PG13
Summary:Germany finds Italy to be very kissable as well as desirable…
Author’s note:Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over and giving me a title…
The dinner dishes momentarily forgotten, Germany leaned in for a kiss. He found Italy’s lips soft and oh so kissable. His little buddy tasted of wine and tomato sauce, and he decided he liked that very much. They briefly parted for air, before Italy leaned in and kissed him back, starling Germany, especially when Italy slide his tongue past Germany’s parted lips. Germany let him explore the warm confines of his mouth, before returning the favor.
As they kissed, they wrapped their arms around each other in a heated embrace. Italy seemed to melt in his arms, pressing his slender body as close as he could get to Germany’s. He held his little buddy close, shifting his weight ever so slightly and trying to get some friction going. Italy seemed to take the hint, moaning softly as they came up for air, and rubbing against him. Germany moaned, and leaning in again, he kissed him hungrily.
This was nothing like hugs or kisses he had gotten from his “sisters” or even his cousin, Belgium. Italy, for all his slender build, was still hard and in all the same places he was and Germany found he preferred that as he backed his little buddy up against the kitchen counter. Breaking the kiss, and breathing heavily, he rested his forehead on Italy’s.
Italy licked his lips. They felt swollen and bruised, and yet he didn’t care, Germany had finally worked up the courage to kiss him. He wanted more and he had the feeling his friend did too, but he also knew he had to take things slow. Italy pulled back slightly and looked up at Germany. Wide eyed, he licked his lips again.
Germany swallowed. He was painfully hard and woefully inexperienced as to how to take things further, despite several long talks with Austria and Prussia on the subject. All the relationship guides he had ever read seemed to contradict this very scenario in his favorite romance novels. While he had no doubt that he could easy sweep Italy off his feet and carry him upstairs to his bedroom, most of the guides advised against that, insisting the quickest way to ruin a relationship was to move too fast into the bedroom.
Italy, however, had no problem with taking things further. He reached down and cupped the bulge in Germany’s pants. When he friend moaned softly, he stroked him, hoping to make his intentions clear.
Germany closed his eyes, Italy was palming his crotch, and it felt so good that he wanted to bend his little buddy over the kitchen table and have his way with him. His breathing quickened as he felt himself rushing headlong to his release, when it hit him. Opening his eyes he stared down into sweet little Italy’s face. His little buddy’s cheeks were pink and his lips parted as he panted. Germany panicked; he was feeling flustered by the situation and how he had lost control. He had come dangerously close to doing unspeakably pornographic things to his little buddy and that would never do. His cheeks heating up, he abruptly backed away from Italy, muttering incoherent apologies.
“Ve…?” Italy looked at him quizzically. Things had been going to well a few minutes ago and now Germany was acting like he got caught doing something wrong. His behavior reminded him of Romano’s whenever he caught him in a similar intimate moment with Spain, that he half expected Germany to call him a bastard.
“Forgive me,” Germany said and he looked so pained, that Italy felt bad he even touched him, let alone encouraged what they both wanted.
“It’s okay…” Italy said. Smiling like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, he added, “Want to go get some gelato?”
“Yeah…” Germany’s face contorted into a sheepish smile. “Let me go change first, I seem to have gotten something on my pants.” He brushed his hand on his thigh as if removing some dirt.
“Okay, but then let’s go!”
Germany nodded. He returned a few minutes later, dressed in something more casual like Italy. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah!”
The dinner dishes forgotten, they left the house, hoping their favorite cool treat would help cool their ardor…
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #17: Embrace
Word Count:700
Rating: PG13
Summary:Germany finds Italy to be very kissable as well as desirable…
Author’s note:Special thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over and giving me a title…
The dinner dishes momentarily forgotten, Germany leaned in for a kiss. He found Italy’s lips soft and oh so kissable. His little buddy tasted of wine and tomato sauce, and he decided he liked that very much. They briefly parted for air, before Italy leaned in and kissed him back, starling Germany, especially when Italy slide his tongue past Germany’s parted lips. Germany let him explore the warm confines of his mouth, before returning the favor.
As they kissed, they wrapped their arms around each other in a heated embrace. Italy seemed to melt in his arms, pressing his slender body as close as he could get to Germany’s. He held his little buddy close, shifting his weight ever so slightly and trying to get some friction going. Italy seemed to take the hint, moaning softly as they came up for air, and rubbing against him. Germany moaned, and leaning in again, he kissed him hungrily.
This was nothing like hugs or kisses he had gotten from his “sisters” or even his cousin, Belgium. Italy, for all his slender build, was still hard and in all the same places he was and Germany found he preferred that as he backed his little buddy up against the kitchen counter. Breaking the kiss, and breathing heavily, he rested his forehead on Italy’s.
Italy licked his lips. They felt swollen and bruised, and yet he didn’t care, Germany had finally worked up the courage to kiss him. He wanted more and he had the feeling his friend did too, but he also knew he had to take things slow. Italy pulled back slightly and looked up at Germany. Wide eyed, he licked his lips again.
Germany swallowed. He was painfully hard and woefully inexperienced as to how to take things further, despite several long talks with Austria and Prussia on the subject. All the relationship guides he had ever read seemed to contradict this very scenario in his favorite romance novels. While he had no doubt that he could easy sweep Italy off his feet and carry him upstairs to his bedroom, most of the guides advised against that, insisting the quickest way to ruin a relationship was to move too fast into the bedroom.
Italy, however, had no problem with taking things further. He reached down and cupped the bulge in Germany’s pants. When he friend moaned softly, he stroked him, hoping to make his intentions clear.
Germany closed his eyes, Italy was palming his crotch, and it felt so good that he wanted to bend his little buddy over the kitchen table and have his way with him. His breathing quickened as he felt himself rushing headlong to his release, when it hit him. Opening his eyes he stared down into sweet little Italy’s face. His little buddy’s cheeks were pink and his lips parted as he panted. Germany panicked; he was feeling flustered by the situation and how he had lost control. He had come dangerously close to doing unspeakably pornographic things to his little buddy and that would never do. His cheeks heating up, he abruptly backed away from Italy, muttering incoherent apologies.
“Ve…?” Italy looked at him quizzically. Things had been going to well a few minutes ago and now Germany was acting like he got caught doing something wrong. His behavior reminded him of Romano’s whenever he caught him in a similar intimate moment with Spain, that he half expected Germany to call him a bastard.
“Forgive me,” Germany said and he looked so pained, that Italy felt bad he even touched him, let alone encouraged what they both wanted.
“It’s okay…” Italy said. Smiling like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, he added, “Want to go get some gelato?”
“Yeah…” Germany’s face contorted into a sheepish smile. “Let me go change first, I seem to have gotten something on my pants.” He brushed his hand on his thigh as if removing some dirt.
“Okay, but then let’s go!”
Germany nodded. He returned a few minutes later, dressed in something more casual like Italy. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah!”
The dinner dishes forgotten, they left the house, hoping their favorite cool treat would help cool their ardor…