Control 5/?
anonymous
December 6 2009, 14:08:09 UTC
“But...”
“Shhh...” Italy mumbled, breathing on Germany’s tip as he did and effectively shutting the other man up. “I’ve wanted to spend some proper time looking at Germany for a long time,” he mumbled, “You’re not allowed to move until I finish, understand?”
“Yes,” Germany breathed, his voice heavy. Italy smiled then turned his attention back to his prize. His part of Germany, something nobody else know about. Nobody else knew how big Germany was, how nice the colour was, how it folded, how it moved and reacted. He lay his nose against the tip then ran it along the bottom side to the base, breathing out slowly as he did. Germany went to rigid and Italy looked up to find the other man biting his lips, fighting not to move. Some drops of moisture were on the tip but Italy ignored them for now, looking at the base of German’s penis. It seemed to eager, so tight and tense. He looked back up along it from the base, then down at Germany’s testicles. He ran a finger around his testicles and Germany made a kind of choked moan, then Italy moved away again, back up to the head of the penis.
“Please,” Germany whispered, “Please touch it.”
“But I am touching it,” Italy said with a wide smile, running his finger lightly along the length of Germany’s penis again and making the other man’s back arch. “Hey, Germany, if you’re so excited already maybe I should pay attention to something else for a while so you can calm down?”
“No...” Germany breathed, but Italy had already moved, sitting up and moving up Germany’s chest, he ran his fingers over Germany’s body, deliberately avoiding the areas where he knew Germany liked to be touched. He skated just a little too far out around his nipples to give him any real pleasure, and then brushed his fingers up the side of his neck, pausing to trace a pattern around the collar.
Then he leant forward and pressed a chaste, closed mouth kiss to the other man’s lips. Germany reached for more, trying to push his tongue into Italy’s mouth but Italy wouldn’t let him, pulling away quickly.
“You’re so impatient,” Italy mumbled, tapping Germany’s nose. Still, as amazing as it was watching Germany like this, desperate and needy and on the verge of begging, he would have to do something soon, his own arousal was starting to get out of hand, though he could control how he was touched and Germany couldn’t so Germany was, no doubt, more turned on.
It occurred to Italy then that he’d never seen Germany like this before. This desperate, this needy, wanting him so much...it was amazing that Germany wanted him so very very much.
“Please,” Germany breathed again. “Italy, please. Please, touch me. Please let me touch you. Anyone you want, Italy, just...please!”
The last word was a gasp and Italy couldn’t help but lean forward, wrapping his arms around his lover and bringing their lips together passionately, the kind of deep kiss that Germany had been trying to initiate before. He knew now that neither of them would last long, and he knew what he wanted to do so he’d have to move quickly.
He stood up quickly and ran to the bedside table, pulling out the lube they kept there then returning to Germany, squeezing a dollop of the stuff onto his hand as he moved. Then he knelt down and smoothed it over Germany’s penis, delighting in the way the still mostly cold lube made the other man gasp, then quickly prepped himself, fumbling a little but declaring himself ready quickly. He took Germany’s shoulders and pushed the other man back, though his bound arms must have made it uncomfortable, then straddled his hips, moving into position quickly and impaling himself. He gasped, clutching Germany’s shoulders to hold his position. The thing he loved the most was having Germany fill him like this, that wonderful penis buried deeply inside him, as if he could consume it, take Germany inside himself and keep him forever.
Control 6/6
anonymous
December 6 2009, 14:09:12 UTC
He began to move, Germany bucking under him, trying to drive the pace faster and faster but Italy took his time as much as he could. He found words tumbling out of his mouth as he moved, talking about how much he loved Germany, how great this was, how happy he was...Germany came inside him and he reached down to grasp his own penis, stroking it a few times to finish bringing himself over the edge.
He stayed on Germany’s lap for a few minutes, starring at the arc of his cum splattered across Germany’s chest. The other man was still gasping, his lips open slightly, his back arched, though their position could have something to do with that. He picked himself up, reluctantly letting Germany slide back out of him, then pulling the other man forward to sit up. Germany went willingly, then leaned further forward again, laying his head on Italy’s shoulder. Italy reached round and hugged him tightly, pulling Germany against his chest and stroking his back. Germany made no attempt to move from the position and, for a while, they just sat there pressed against each other.
~*~*~*~
Germany walked into the bedroom to find Italy sprawled out on the mattress, a variety of BDSM and fetish magazines of various kinds pilled around him, a look of intense concentration on his face. Germany fought the blush, but it was still too new, still surprising. It had only been a few weeks, after all, since Italy had found his stash, and even he couldn’t have anticipated how into it Italy would get...not that he was complaining of course.
“Hey, Germany,” Italy said without looking up, “Have you ever heard of Sploshing?”
Germany leant over to see the magazine Italy was looking at, a spread of a woman who looked like she’d had a tub of chocolate sauce tipped over her, and a quick read of the caption told him that was exactly what had happened. Great, another excuse for Italy to bring food into sex.
“If we try that, we need to go into the bathroom, it’ll be too messy in the bedroom.”
“Boring,” Italy said with a sigh, then sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and tugging at Germany until the other man moved to kneel between his legs so Italy could kiss him, moving his head back so Italy could deepen the kiss.
“Hey, Germany, are you done with work for the day?” Italy asked, his voice deep. Germany nodded and, without further comment, Italy reached for the drawer where they kept the collar.
Re: Control 6/6
anonymous
December 6 2009, 15:55:03 UTC
I think the thing I like the best is that you went with Anatomical Canon and made Germany's penis smaller than Italy's. You saw that one livejournal page, didn't you?
Re: Control 6/6
anonymous
December 6 2009, 16:20:40 UTC
Sorry to disapoint but Author!Anon hadn't seen that page either, though it is quite amazing. The foreskin bit is something I did look at, most of the sites I found put the percentage of German men circumsised at about 10% so I went with uncircumsised. Circumsision isn't so common in general in Europe so it's likely that most of the European countries would be uncircumcised but America would be :)
Re: Control 6/6
anonymous
December 8 2009, 01:37:27 UTC
This is so damn hot. The world needs more Italy/Germany. I especially loved Germany in this-- this isn't a take on his character you see very often, but it makes so much sense.
Re: Control 6/6
anonymous
March 28 2010, 06:40:24 UTC
Ffffff. WHY IS ITALY ALWAYS SO DAMNED CUTE? WHY?! I'd totally offer my soul, but it combusted when Germany freaked out and ran away and Italy went all 'Come back~! Dx'
OMG CAPTCHA. 'rapture Fort' I do belive captcha approves. O.o;
“Shhh...” Italy mumbled, breathing on Germany’s tip as he did and effectively shutting the other man up. “I’ve wanted to spend some proper time looking at Germany for a long time,” he mumbled, “You’re not allowed to move until I finish, understand?”
“Yes,” Germany breathed, his voice heavy. Italy smiled then turned his attention back to his prize. His part of Germany, something nobody else know about. Nobody else knew how big Germany was, how nice the colour was, how it folded, how it moved and reacted. He lay his nose against the tip then ran it along the bottom side to the base, breathing out slowly as he did. Germany went to rigid and Italy looked up to find the other man biting his lips, fighting not to move. Some drops of moisture were on the tip but Italy ignored them for now, looking at the base of German’s penis. It seemed to eager, so tight and tense. He looked back up along it from the base, then down at Germany’s testicles. He ran a finger around his testicles and Germany made a kind of choked moan, then Italy moved away again, back up to the head of the penis.
“Please,” Germany whispered, “Please touch it.”
“But I am touching it,” Italy said with a wide smile, running his finger lightly along the length of Germany’s penis again and making the other man’s back arch. “Hey, Germany, if you’re so excited already maybe I should pay attention to something else for a while so you can calm down?”
“No...” Germany breathed, but Italy had already moved, sitting up and moving up Germany’s chest, he ran his fingers over Germany’s body, deliberately avoiding the areas where he knew Germany liked to be touched. He skated just a little too far out around his nipples to give him any real pleasure, and then brushed his fingers up the side of his neck, pausing to trace a pattern around the collar.
Then he leant forward and pressed a chaste, closed mouth kiss to the other man’s lips. Germany reached for more, trying to push his tongue into Italy’s mouth but Italy wouldn’t let him, pulling away quickly.
“You’re so impatient,” Italy mumbled, tapping Germany’s nose. Still, as amazing as it was watching Germany like this, desperate and needy and on the verge of begging, he would have to do something soon, his own arousal was starting to get out of hand, though he could control how he was touched and Germany couldn’t so Germany was, no doubt, more turned on.
It occurred to Italy then that he’d never seen Germany like this before. This desperate, this needy, wanting him so much...it was amazing that Germany wanted him so very very much.
“Please,” Germany breathed again. “Italy, please. Please, touch me. Please let me touch you. Anyone you want, Italy, just...please!”
The last word was a gasp and Italy couldn’t help but lean forward, wrapping his arms around his lover and bringing their lips together passionately, the kind of deep kiss that Germany had been trying to initiate before. He knew now that neither of them would last long, and he knew what he wanted to do so he’d have to move quickly.
He stood up quickly and ran to the bedside table, pulling out the lube they kept there then returning to Germany, squeezing a dollop of the stuff onto his hand as he moved. Then he knelt down and smoothed it over Germany’s penis, delighting in the way the still mostly cold lube made the other man gasp, then quickly prepped himself, fumbling a little but declaring himself ready quickly. He took Germany’s shoulders and pushed the other man back, though his bound arms must have made it uncomfortable, then straddled his hips, moving into position quickly and impaling himself. He gasped, clutching Germany’s shoulders to hold his position. The thing he loved the most was having Germany fill him like this, that wonderful penis buried deeply inside him, as if he could consume it, take Germany inside himself and keep him forever.
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He stayed on Germany’s lap for a few minutes, starring at the arc of his cum splattered across Germany’s chest. The other man was still gasping, his lips open slightly, his back arched, though their position could have something to do with that. He picked himself up, reluctantly letting Germany slide back out of him, then pulling the other man forward to sit up. Germany went willingly, then leaned further forward again, laying his head on Italy’s shoulder. Italy reached round and hugged him tightly, pulling Germany against his chest and stroking his back. Germany made no attempt to move from the position and, for a while, they just sat there pressed against each other.
~*~*~*~
Germany walked into the bedroom to find Italy sprawled out on the mattress, a variety of BDSM and fetish magazines of various kinds pilled around him, a look of intense concentration on his face. Germany fought the blush, but it was still too new, still surprising. It had only been a few weeks, after all, since Italy had found his stash, and even he couldn’t have anticipated how into it Italy would get...not that he was complaining of course.
“Hey, Germany,” Italy said without looking up, “Have you ever heard of Sploshing?”
Germany leant over to see the magazine Italy was looking at, a spread of a woman who looked like she’d had a tub of chocolate sauce tipped over her, and a quick read of the caption told him that was exactly what had happened. Great, another excuse for Italy to bring food into sex.
“If we try that, we need to go into the bathroom, it’ll be too messy in the bedroom.”
“Boring,” Italy said with a sigh, then sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and tugging at Germany until the other man moved to kneel between his legs so Italy could kiss him, moving his head back so Italy could deepen the kiss.
“Hey, Germany, are you done with work for the day?” Italy asked, his voice deep. Germany nodded and, without further comment, Italy reached for the drawer where they kept the collar.
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This was beautiful anon. I was so excited to see an Italy/Germany fic (there aren't nearly enough of them) especially with BDSM.
This was very well done, IC, and the way the bondage was presented was most excellent.
TLDR: FFFFF THIS WAS AMAZING
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For other readers who haven't, here it is http://zero-rechter.livejournal.com/6433.html
Is the foreskin thing Anatomical Canon too? If so, then I learned something new today.
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oh and ... it's kinda canon http://aph.starry-sky.com/rkgk19.html
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What do you want? Internets, my first born, my soul, the souls I've collected from fillinf other thing? you know what, have them all you deserve it.
Captcha: Gloated first-$4,500
Yes captcha, This fill is definatly worth gloating about. FIrst place worthy indeed...
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So cute and so hot at the same time. O3O *faves* Thank you so much, authornon! This is exactly how I like my GerIta. <3
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OMG CAPTCHA. 'rapture Fort' I do belive captcha approves. O.o;
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