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“I’ll be enjoying myself down there” he chuckled.
Antonio rolled his eyes and shifted off the bed, to grab at the lube he knew Francis always had with him (he was a positive person, always hoping to get some). Go figures, it was rose-scented.
The French was obsessed.
Quickly pouring out a good amount on his fingers, he traced Italy’s puckered entrance, teasing it and watching it constrict. Italy let out a gasp around France’s erection, which in turn caused France to hum and throw his head backwards in appreciation.
Spain chuckled, grabbing one of Prussia’s wandering arms and leading it to his own throbbing arousal, asking for some help here whilst he prepared the Italian.
“Hey, that leaves me uncovered” was the hushed protest, as Gilbert started licking at Italy’s arousal again.
“Ah~”
Italy faltered in his sucking, shuddering and widening his legs, and then froze when Spain pushed one finger inside.
“Urgh…” it didn’t hurt per se, because the finger was slicked and slippery, but it was a strange feeling, one Italy wasn’t accustomed to.
Quickly enough though he had no space to think about it, because Gilbert was working with his mouth, and France was massaging his scalp, every now and then brushing against his curl, and Italy tried to keep his attention from wavering, taking in France’s member again.
He took short, quick gasps, opening his mouth wide and taking in as much as he could, feeling France let out a pleased moan, tugging at his hair and pushing him down.
Spain leaned forwards, his tongue lapping at Italy’s lower back, and inserted a second finger, scissoring and pushing apart his inner walls.
It felt delicious. It was constricting, even with two fingers… it almost sucked them in. In and out, and in and stretching… Spain groaned, pushing his hips forwards to ask more friction from Prussia.
Prussia grinned; even though his position didn’t allow him to look at what his hand was doing, he knew enough of Antonio’s body to manage anyway. Fingers lowered to massage his balls, giving short, quick pinches to the tender, sensitive skin, which was something he knew the Spanish liked.
In the meantime, he also put his mouth at hard work, using all of his tongue-teeth combo skills to make Italy lose concentration -no, he was not bitter about being the losing one for now.
Spain shivered, biting his lower lip to keep his moan in, and inserted a third finger, dropping more lube right in, pushing in and out in a slow motion, closing his eyes and picturing it was his own erection sliding in, deeper and-
“Ahnnn!” Italy let out a loud whine and pushed backwards, right into Spain’s fingers and Prussia’s mouth, fingers clenching on the sheets and trembling.
Something… something inside… Antonio had hit something inside him, that was different -not uncomfortable… brushing against it continuously, it turned from that to… ecstasy. Sheer, utter pleasure.
It almost blocked his breathing, sparkling and making his fingers, his arms, legs, his back tingle in pleasure, something unlike any other pleasure he’d ever felt… like tugging at his curl, but ten times stronger.
“Ah… more…”
Spain, France and Prussia smirked in unison.
“Feli… are you ready?”
Gasping out, almost falling on the bed, Feliciano whined and writhed, trying to get Spain to do it again-
Antonio nodded at Francis, removing his fingers at the same time as Gilbert pushed away, rubbing at his own neglected arousal and pressing against the wall, smirking and preparing to enjoy the show, part two.
France held Italy in his lap, making him face the other two, as Spain aided him in aligning himself.
“I’m pushing in~”
And so he did -slowly, but not stopping, not even when the constricting heat took over his brain… thankfully, he had experience, and could control his own reactions.
The tight, heated walls pulsed around his arousal, the friction giving him a brief satisfaction that allowed him to stand still once he was completely sheathed.
It was too tight…
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France was inside of him -the feeling was indescribable.
Heat and stretched and filled-
His nails dug into the mattress, at France’s sides, shivering, sweat rolling down his naked body, pressing his back against the French’s chest, mouth open wide. It was… it was…
“Feli… relax…” Antonio caressed the Italian’s face, leaning forwards to kiss him, fingering his erection, parting his legs more so he could settle better on Francis’ lap.
He joined lips again, gently, patiently, hands massaging Feliciano’s shoulders, his arms, his hands, and watched as Francis breathed out his own shoulders relaxing, too.
“Ok?” he mouthed, and the French nodded.
“I’m going to move then, Feli…”
Italy swallowed, nodding.
France grasped his sides, and with clear show of strength, pushed him upwards, almost exiting, then shoved him down; Italy’s reaction was immediate -he let out a loud yelp, hands shooting forwards to grasp at Spain’s shoulders, trembling visibly.
The strange position made it possible for France to hit his prostate with every push, and that was exactly what he aimed to do.
“Ahghhh…” Italy writhed without control, burning from the inside out, yelling and moaning and gasping, trying to push away, because the friction was too much. “Sto-oh-p!”
In and out, pleasure building and burning his mind away-
Toomuchoh-ohgodtoomuch
“F-Franceehh~”
France groaned, shutting his eyes close and shoving harder, sweat rolling down his body. He pushed Italy up and down again, shaking his hips, touching everywhere, pushing so deeply inside the other that there was virtually no space between the two bodies.
Hot-
Spain smirked at the sight, and leaned forwards, easily joining the rhythm of the two with his own, holding Italy’s legs still so that the other Nation wouldn’t be able to move away, swallowing his erection with practiced ease.
“Nnnhh…”
Italy yelled out loudly, nails digging into Spain’s upper back, strength quickly disappearing in the haze of his building orgasm, and Prussia, on the side, stroked himself harder, eyes glinting with the promise of his own turn, growling in appreciation, watching the other three move, writhe, seducing and sinuous…
Spain relaxed his throat, controlling his gag reflex and tightening his fingers on Italy’s balls, giving quick, painless tugs-
“Nnn-aaaah!”
France leaned forwards a bit, using the strength of his legs and hips to shove into Italy faster, stronger, not stopping-
“Uhnnn…”
Feliciano choked on his breath, at liquid, hot ecstasy bubbled in his chest, burning his conscious again, harder than before, coiling and building and-
Antonio smirked, before quickly pressing his hands on Italy’s erection, around the base, just as Francis slammed in again, creating a twin pressure both outside and inside, and Feliciano wailed, doubling over and orgasming hard.
“F-Franc-aaaaaahh-”
The waves of pleasure kept raising, his body collapsing under its sheer force, and Prussia groaned, the sight alone almost making him come; unable to wait any more, he quickly moved forwards, grabbing Italy by his sides and lifting him off France’s lap just as the French allowed himself to come.
France moaned, throwing his own head backwards, and rode it out, uncaring as Prussia pushed Italy down on the mattress, face down, accompanied by Spain who was still controlling Italy’s orgasm, preventing him to ejaculate.
Prussia and Spain smirked, moving in tandem, the first pushing inside, sliding easily thanks to the lube and France’s own come as lubrication, whilst the other slid to the side, hoisting the trembling body of the Italian above his own, easily resuming his licking and sucking on the tender, sensitive skin, offering his own erection to Italy’s gasping mouth to close around to.
Italy wailed, assaulted by the continuous, never ending euphoria, tears pooling in his eyes but riding it out, needing more and yet feeling everything slide in and out of focus.
“Gi-Gilbert… hnnn…”
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It felt just as mind-blowing, filled in a slightly different way, also because of the position, and because Prussia, opposite to France, moved roughly, possessively, with heated, controlling thrusts, hips slamming in with a rotating motion, hitting and brushing against everything-
“Ghhh…”
Prussia chuckled breathlessly, holding Italy up so he wouldn’t fall on Spain’s face, choking him, and rammed inside again, over and over, motioning for France, who was staring at them with lust-filled eyes, to join in.
France chuckled, pouncing right onto Spain’s erection, guiding it inside Italy’s mouth and joining in, tongues flickering together, lapping at it, France directing and teaching Italy where to lick.
Spain closed his eyes, groaning around Italy’s arousal, that kept twitching, hands still controlling his reactions -tongue and teeth and lips and…
“Just like this… yeah, baby…” Prussia leaned forwards, bending awkwardly over Italy’s back to lick at his sweaty back, nipping at the skin, sucking on it, pushing forwards again.
Trembling, Italy guided his hands on Spain’s sides, to anchor himself in a vain attempt to control his pleasure. Prussia, seeing this, smirked and stilled his hip movements completely, closing his eyes.
“Nicht so schnell, Italien” he breathed out, voice low and sexy.
Feliciano whined and trembled, fingers twitching, and Antonio also stopped his ministrations, hands pressing harder on the Italian’s erection.
“Ah… wh-why… ah… Gilbe-eh-ert…” Italy’s lips were caught by France’s, who promptly stole the remaining air from his lungs with a strong, upbeat kiss.
Prussia let out a satisfied groan, simply enjoying the pressure around him, the walls, pulsating, constricting, heated around his needy erection, Italy’s body writhing under his touches, controlled, owned by the three of them-
“P-please… ah… I… I ne-need…”
“Hmmm?” Gilbert chuckled, hands pinching at Feliciano’s ass in appreciation, making him yelp and moan at the same time. “What was that?”
Sweat rolling down his chin, Italy swallowed, opening his eyes and trying to focus them on France’s face above Spain’s hard erection. Why had they… why…
“Come on, Gil… don’t be so mean… give poor Feli what he asks…” France looked up, eyes glinting, and smirked. He enjoyed Prussia’s sadist side more than he let on, and the mental image of a pleading Italy was enough to make him throbbing hard again.
“And what is it that Feli wants…?” Gilbert slowly pushed out almost entirely, teasing, languidly, addressing the quivering body he had at his disposal. “Feli… tell me what is it that you want?”
Italy choked on his breath, trying vainly to form a coherent thought in-between the buzzing pleasure that had taken control of his body, against the sensation of being filled, against the pressure over his hard-on, and Spain’s lips hovering -but not touching…
“Mo-more… I n-need more…” he tried to move, but the grip on his hips was steely, and the three were still stronger than he was-
“More of what…?” Gilbert moved backwards, slowly sliding almost completely out, hands massaging circles on the heated skin of his tights, chuckling at Feliciano’s whines and gasps, as Antonio massaged his balls. “Of… this?”
“Hnn…” Italy squirmed, trying to get more of that feeling.
“Or more of -this?”
He slammed back in, and Italy’s knees gave up -if not for Prussia’s hold, he would have slumped on the mattress.
“Yes! Yes! More -oh, per favore, more!” Italy yelled, throwing his head backwards and trembling, unable to keep his desire in.
Prussia let out a low laugh. That was exactly what he wanted.
“As you wish, then~”
And started to move, thrusting in and out in a faster, nonstop rhythm.
Once again, everything turned into a blur of motions and yells and pleasure -Feliciano’s moans turned higher and higher every time Gilbert slammed in hard, pushing him down into Antonio’s mouth, who hollowed his mouth and sucked hard, groaning as Francis did his work on his own erection.
Everything blurred away in Italy’s vision -skin on skin, shades mixing and melting into one, heat and sweat and salty taste-
“Ah!”
Deep inside, sweet moistness and scorching heat, unbearably tight and good-
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Prussia didn’t stop, mercilessly continuing his thrusting until he was sure Italy’s strangled cries at the pounding would wake whatever poor soul lived in the nearby houses, then allowed orgasm to wash through him as well, slumping out and to the side with a sated groan.
Spain kicked at France’s side, silently asking him to let go of him, and moved out from under Italy, pushing him up and rolling over, so he was sprawled on the bed with Italy on his chest, watching closely as the Italian panted and trembled and moaned.
For a moment, all four of them remained still, breathing hard, but soon enough, Spain shifted, reminded that he had still to work through his orgasm and his turn.
“Feli~ you ok?” he kissed along Italy’s jaw, tasting salty sweat and smirking when the younger nation nodded hesitantly, hands curling into fists at his side.
“Uh…” Feliciano tried to lift up, panting, and smiled vaguely when both Gilbert and Francis helped him in a sitting position, still on Spain’s chest. “I… ah…”
“Don’t get me wrong ,Feli, but it’s my turn” the Spanish continued, nodding at his two friends, who holding Italy’s arms and sides, lifted him up and positioned him right over Spain’s still hard erection.
They were still both hard, thanks to Spain’s pressure on Italy’s erection and where his prostate was, and he hadn’t let go of it yet.
“Ah!” Italy blushed hard and tried to shift away, but the grasp on his body was firm and steely, and slowly he was pushed down, until Spain was completely sheathed. “An-Antonio… hnn…”
It was easier to slide in, Prussia’s juices enough as an added lube, and the Italian was stretched enough to not feel hurt at all, merely feeling the aftermaths of his precedent sessions on his overly-sensitized skin, both inside and outside.
Italy keened softly, tired but twitching in a still not completely sated desire, Spain’s hand still tight around his length, still hard, still wanting…
“Would you like to do some of the work again, Ita?” Prussia slid forwards, grasping one of Italy’s hands and pressing it against his vital regions, making the younger nation feel he was already growing hard again.
France did the same, and Italy gulped down, worried about their stamina.
Spain parted his legs more to accommodate Italy’s weight on him, making him gasp as the hardened length brushed against his prostate.
“Ah… y-yes…”
“Now, push yourself up with your legs” Francis instructed, moving Feliciano’s fingers on him, smirking at the blush on the other’s face “and lower down again… it takes a bit, but I assure you it’ll be pleasurable”.
“Hasn’t’ it been just that good before, too?” Gilbert smirked, nibbling onto Feliciano’s side with his teeth. “We’ve also carelessly avoided hickeys before, but I guess now it’s the perfect time for some marking”.
France smirked when Italy nodded. “Let’s get it on then, oui?”
Italy swallowed again, then did as he was told -whilst slowly pumping both France and Prussia, fingers caressing and stroking and holding, he hoisted himself up, feeling Spain slid out, and rammed down again.
The reaction was instantaneous -Italy yelped out, feeling the same buzzing feeling as before with France, and Spain shut his eyes close, humming in appreciation.
“Uh-uhnn…”
He did it again, his body swaying with fatigue but unable to stop, as the feeling was too good to pass it on, and Spain’s expression as he kept riding him was turning Italy on more than he could admit.
Up and down, he easily lost himself in the simple moves, hands pumping faster, trying to form a good rhythm with them, closing his eyes as their lips ghosted all over his body, with kisses and nibbles and nips and-
“Ride… faster…” Spain demanded, pushing his hips up, making Italy bounce on his lap. “Es rico… just as tight as Romano was… move faster!”
He nodded, leaning to the side to access to France’s neck, sloppily trying to suck on its skin and offer something back, and as soon as he was finished, he was pulled to the other end, as Prussia demanded the same treatment.
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“Hnn… ahh…”
Mouths wide, glistening with sweat, gasps echoing, overcoming each other, needy, demanding…
Italy faltered in the pleasure, unable to move anymore, and France and Prussia intervened, spooning him from both sides and moving still, forcing him up and down-
“S-so close… oh -god close-”
And finally, Spain’s hands leaving his erection, and the bubbling feeling clouded his senses, mounting higher-
Fingers twitching and stroking-
“I-I’m… aaaahhnnnn…”
Lips clashing together, in some sort of messy, group kiss-
And then they were coming, hard and fast and burning.
Francis and Gilbert ejaculated all over Feliciano’s sides and fingers, groaning in satisfaction and pushing even closer, Francis joining Antonio’s hand around Feliciano’s length and pumping hard, Gilbert leaning forwards and biting down on the Italian’s neck, leaving a red, deep mark.
Feliciano gasped and let go, coming over Antonio’s chest, falling forwards and riding through the overwhelming pleasure by clinging at all the skin he could reach, yelling loudly and muffling his screams by hiding his face in the Spanish’s chest.
Antonio let out a groan and emptied himself inside the other nation, bucking wildly and riding his orgasm with eyes close and fingers holding onto Francis and Gilbert’s arms.
All four slumped into a pile of sweaty, finally satisfied bodies, riding the ecstasy out until they were empty and buzzing and shivering.
Italy groaned, his body so heavy he could barely lift one hand, and through half-lidded eyes he watched as Prussia gently removed him from Spain’s body, pressing him on the sheets and shifting downwards to lick and lap at the sticky mess on his stomach, soon joined by France and Spain.
Their tongues moved in swirls and patterns, licking at the skin, cleansing and sucking, swarming Italy’s body with a different kind of warmth, until they stopped, falling around him in a heap.
They remained in silence for a while, simply breathing and regaining strength.
“You don’t regret it, right?” Spain looked up, only relaxing when Italy’s warm eyes fixed on him with a smile.
“Ve~” he slowly shook his head, letting it fall down on the pillow again, still tingling in the last remnants of pleasure.
They fell quiet again, Spain nuzzling at France’s shoulder and Prussia amusedly poking at a half-asleep Italian.
“We’re going to do this again” the latter murmured, shivering in appreciation.
“Addicting, hmm?” France chuckled, feeling a wave of pride. “You should have allowed me to molest you earlier”.
Italy chuckled, flushing a bit. Then he frowned as he thought about before…
“Brother Spain~? You did this with brother, too~?”
Spain spluttered and doubled over, eyes wide, surrounded by a chorus of laughter. “I… uh… well, you see, Feli, I…”
The rest of the evening was pleasantly spent making fun of Spain… and of course having seconds.
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I’m sorry for the lack of German in this fill, but I really don’t know a word of it and my German friend was absent. I still hope you’ve all enjoyed :D I’m not going to write a foursome ever again, too complicate…
Mon petit frère: my young brother (French)
Oui: yes. Non: no (French)
Sì, certo: yes, of course (Italian)
Langsamer: slower (German)
Patience, petit Italie, on vient juste de commencer : Patience, little Italy, we’re just starting (French)
Bien: ok (French)
Petit Sud: Little South (French)
Quién sabe: who knows (Spanish)
Petit mort: orgasm (French)
Nicht so schnell, Italien: not so fast, Italy. (German)
Es rico: feels good (Spanish)
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Please, take everything I own! For I am not worthy of asking you to marry me ;___;
Please forgive this lame comment, this fill deserves a much better one D:
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I don't even know.
Just hot ♥
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Thank you so much for writing.
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That...
Trio and Italy...
Man...
*rendered incoherent*
Anon assure you that this is by far one of the hottest smex ever!!!
Now that smex is over, Italy's not gonna be really pleased about his abandoned pasta. XD
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i totally forgot... i had planned an omake about ita and the pasta when i started, but at the end i was kind of... well, yeah, i forgot to add it *sweatdrops*
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like. whoa.
i absolutely loved it. especially that little language kink you added. <33
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