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Even Spain recognized the folly in answering that question. He swallowed, trying to wet his suddenly desert-dry mouth. He tried to wiggle away from his old friend, only to suddenly moan as the blond’s grip tightened, massaging his cock. The brunet turned his head to the side only to find Prussia staring down at him with the same avid interest.
“It’s me, right?” The Germanic nation purred, carding calloused fingers through the Spanish man’s hair, snaring the strands and tugging at them.
Spain was quite effectively caught from both ends. Ay, dios mio.
“I-I don’t…” He stuttered, searching for an answer and coming up blank. All his blood seemed to be rushing South, leaving his brain scrambling for two wits to rub together.
“Can’t seem to make up his mind, can he?” France mused to Prussia, meeting the man’s eyes and passing along a subtle suggestion. “He wants us both too much.”
Prussia tightened his grip, staring down at the older nation’s flushed face before a chuckle rose from him. “Let’s be nice and give him what he wants then.”
Considering the personal importance that the conversation held for him, Spain did his best to try to follow along. But then lips crashed down onto his own, victoriously drawing his lower lip in between sharp teeth. Crimson eyes flashed with triumph, effectively distracting Spain from noticing that France had withdrawn from the bed and was out of view. He fought as good as he got, feeling those war-roughened fingers move down his chest and outline his ribs, thumbs pressing into muscle and rubbing scars with approval, until Spain achieved control of the kiss.
Prussia didn’t like that. One hand still remained in Spain’s hair. The bound man yelped as his scalp burned with pain. He frowned unhappily at his lover. “That’s childish, Gilbert. Knock it off.”
“The man has no sense of honor, droit? Play nicely.” The bed dipped under France’s weight as he rejoined the fray, not so kindly moving Prussia out of the way. The only reason it didn’t all dissolve into an immediate fistfight was the small plastic bottle France carried in hand. “We are going to turn you over now,” Was all the warning Spain got before hands flipped him onto his side and then onto his stomach.
“Hijos de la--” Spain nearly swore, blood flow resuming into his bound arms, which had begun to grow numb from being twisted back and laid on. He tried to work his hands free but the knots were only deceptively loose. There was no way he was getting out of them by himself. He felt someone open his legs again and move in between the emptied space.
Sensual hands smoothed down his back, rubbing his arms. Smell of freshly cut roses. France. Which meant the person spreading him open had to be Prussia. He almost whimpered, both in eagerness and worry.
“Shhh. Je t'aime, petit frère.” Knowing lips kissed his nape, moved up to nuzzle the curve of his head. ‘I love you, little brother.’ Spain understood, turning his face so that his cheek lay against the bed, catching a glimpse of golden hair. Prussia touched an oil-slicked finger against his entrance, circling it once before slipping the tip inside and continuing slowly but without pause.
France changed positions, kneeling in front of both. There was no need to ask or demand. Spain lifted his face and kissed the head of the weeping erection placed within his reach. Royal blue eyes observed avidly as a lovely pink tongue slid across his flesh, making France's abdomen tighten as Spain laved a wet path down the organ, tasting thoroughly even as Prussia slipped a second digit into him. The former Teutonic Knight made sedulous scissoring motions with his fingers even as he scowled across the bound nation at France.
France utterly ignored him, petting Spain’s hair encouragingly, breaths uneven as he murmured no doubt filthy things in French in a loving tone, which Prussia couldn’t understand. Irked, he didn’t wait long nor was he kind when he shoved a third finger into Spain, satisfied by the startled, not displeased gasp the man made in reply.
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*sporfle into a puddle of nose-bleeds*
Yay! Welcome back with updates!!! So glad to see this continuation!!! >D
*resumes abuse of the F5 button*
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/does a little dance
I've been looking forward to this. Wonderful as always.
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