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Not enough.
Green eyes opened, suspiciously wet. Spain couldn't make up his mind whether to push forward or back. The pain was fading into discomfort, dulling under want.
He freed his mouth and looked down at the blond sucking him off. "Francis, now!"
It was hardly eloquent but the demand was understood. Lips slid off his cock tenderly at the same time as Prussia withdrew from him. Spain groaned under his breath and turned around with the encouragement of hands on his waist and thighs.
He climbed on top of the supine Prussia, noticing the other's bloodthirsty grin and meeting it with a wry stare. Pale hands gripped his hips again, promising to leave even more marks.
"Think you can take it?" Prussia challenged, barely letting out a hiss as Spain wiggled, impaling himself on the other's cock.
Spain licked his upper lip, tongue traversing the length languidly. "Wouldn't be the first time."
Prussia's eyebrows snapped together in a frown. A hand on his back pushed Spain down until he was face to face with Prussia's displeased expression.
"Enough of that. We can tell him about that some other occasion."
Spain laughed nervously as France positioned himself between Prussia's legs and spread his buttocks apart. Again those long fingers reapplied oil, briefly thrusting inside before they pulled back and were replaced with something considerably thicker.
"Breathe, beautiful." France reminded him as the head of his cock popped through the ring of resistance and began inexorably pushing forward. Spain began to pant, unconsciously digging his nails into Prussia's shoulders.
He'd forgotten how much it could hurt, how full it made him feel. Spain rubbed his cheek against Prussia's chest, hearing the other's pounding heartbeat as much as feeling it against his lips.
It was going to be rough. Spain dug his nails even deeper, threatening to break skin, and caught one of Prussia's nipples in his mouth, sucking greedily as France continued to push carefully.
"Oh, fuck. How long are you going to take?" Prussia swore and impatiently reached up, grabbed France's hips this time and jerked him flush against Spain. The brunet made a choked, gasping sound, teeth grazing the nub of nerves.
France glared at the unapologetic Germanic nation, eyes narrowed in irritation and stress as he attempted to be perfectly still. Spain was squirming nervously between them, making little breathy sounds that broke his heart and pumped even more blood into his cock.
Unable to help it, it was France who made the first move, rubbing against Prussia's cock and Spain's prostate as he drew his hips back and thrust back inside, causing both of the men underneath him to gasp.
Then Prussia. He grit his teeth against the amazing pressure and gave an experimental thrust, liking the reaction that it got from Spain. The green eyes were half-open, gleaming darkly and wetly, dark hair curling limply over his forehead, mouth sweetly swollen.
He wasn't one for not taking what he wanted. Prussia gripped the back of Spain's head and retook his mouth even as France began to move.
The bed creaked under their weight, ignored under raw gasps and husky moans. France kissed the line of Spain's spine, controlling the rhythm and power even if he regarded the messy, wet kiss with envy.
His hands moved and reached everywhere they could, chest tight as he struggled to breathe. Being part of a threesome was always his favorite, particularly if it meant that he could have Spain breathless and wordlessly arching in pleasure underneath him.
And Prussia felt fantastic, both rubbing against each other in the lewdest way possible. They were both painfully aroused, slicking the way further with precome as they both strained to keep things controlled.
It didn't help that Spain moved against them, restlessly, rubbing his own cock into Prussia's muscled abdomen. He slipped away again from Prussia’s hungry kiss. The other adjusted, slipping his mouth across the line of his jaw and moving up to kiss his ear before going back down again to suck his neck roughly, biting.
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Spain's wrists are tied to the front right? From what I've read so far. Cause I think I got confused somewhere and it was tied to the back? o_O I might have to reread the earlier parts again...
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