Teasing [2/3] (fails)
anonymous
May 30 2009, 16:04:53 UTC
Then Ludwig retreated from above him, stopping, and Feliciano gasped out, unable to understand what was happening.
“G-Germany, what… please… I…”
Flushed and needy, Italy could only stare at the retreating back of Germany as he exited the kitchen. Feliciano tried to sit up, but he was still painfully hard, and his tied hands didn’t help. He also tried to reach his lower half to take his pants out, to relieve the increasing pressure, but he found out Germany had tied him to the table’s legs, and the knot didn’t want to let go.
He groaned.
This side of Germany was terribly hot, as he had never thought he could get this raw and commanding on him (but oh, he did fantasise on that), but where did he-
Italy licked his now swollen lips and turned and twisted on the table, grinding over the rough surface in order to get some relief to the throbbing.
This was…
“Ahn…” Feliciano let out another moan, grinding a bit faster, unsatisfied and at the same time, wanting more…
Hands on his now exposed behind made him squeal in surprise, stilling his movements. “Not without me, Feliciano” Germany growled out, and his tone was low but commanding, making Italy shiver in delight.
Then his pants were roughly discarded, hanging from his feet, and Germany pushed him more on the table, his ass in the air and-
Feliciano let out a startled gasp as he felt a rough, warm tongue lick at his… “nnng… Germany…”
It was quick, but it was throughout. The tongue entered him softly, barely at all, but now that he was freed from restraints, his erection growing harder and harder, it was also harder to do anything but moan in appreciation, trying to get more of that feeling, more-
Then something harder than a tongue wormed its way in, coated with something cool and slick, and Feliciano gasped at the feeling, both from the light pain and the surprise. “Ve, Ludw-”
Once again, he wasn’t allowed to talk -one hand grabbing his erection and the other pushing the finger deeper inside, in a doubled rhythm that made Feliciano gasp and attempt to widen his legs, but he couldn’t because of his pants, still around his feet.
“Hn… more… please…”
The finger felt better each stroke, as something inside him was twitching, and sending tingles up to his own fingers, and Feliciano threw his head back, having a hard time breathing.
It felt… absolutely amazing. Shuddering, he nailed the table and the tie that kept his hands tied, Feliciano let out his appreciation with loud groans, the name of Germany coming more and more frequent the harder was the thrusting inside him.
That finger, pushing and brushing and caressing that spot inside…
“Ludwig! More!”
Then there were two fingers, scissoring at his entrance, and the pain was there but at the same time wasn’t, and Germany was curling his lips right under his balls, licking them and biting at the skin, and-
Italy couldn’t feel anything other than white hotness as he finally let go and reached his climax on the table, slumping down on its surface moments later, gasping and tingling all over.
‘Dio…’ Feliciano couldn’t even think anymore. He’d never felt this good, ever.
The fingers inside him hadn’t stopped, though, and he was highly aware of this as he came back down from his haze, gasping and shuddering at the feeling of the little bud inside still being lavished with attention.
“Germ-Germany… ah…”
Then he was once again toppled over, his back against the table’s surface, and something was being pressed inside him and it was huge and thick and-
“Ah!”
And then Germany was moving in and out, and the friction was driving him mad, and Italy wanted nothing more than curl and hold on Ludwig’s shoulders so not to be swept away by the pleasure, but there was nothing to hold on, as his arms were still tied above his head, nails digging in the wooden surface, and he couldn’t even widen his legs, and the pleasure kept coming-
“G-Germany, what… please… I…”
Flushed and needy, Italy could only stare at the retreating back of Germany as he exited the kitchen. Feliciano tried to sit up, but he was still painfully hard, and his tied hands didn’t help. He also tried to reach his lower half to take his pants out, to relieve the increasing pressure, but he found out Germany had tied him to the table’s legs, and the knot didn’t want to let go.
He groaned.
This side of Germany was terribly hot, as he had never thought he could get this raw and commanding on him (but oh, he did fantasise on that), but where did he-
Italy licked his now swollen lips and turned and twisted on the table, grinding over the rough surface in order to get some relief to the throbbing.
This was…
“Ahn…” Feliciano let out another moan, grinding a bit faster, unsatisfied and at the same time, wanting more…
Hands on his now exposed behind made him squeal in surprise, stilling his movements. “Not without me, Feliciano” Germany growled out, and his tone was low but commanding, making Italy shiver in delight.
Then his pants were roughly discarded, hanging from his feet, and Germany pushed him more on the table, his ass in the air and-
Feliciano let out a startled gasp as he felt a rough, warm tongue lick at his… “nnng… Germany…”
It was quick, but it was throughout. The tongue entered him softly, barely at all, but now that he was freed from restraints, his erection growing harder and harder, it was also harder to do anything but moan in appreciation, trying to get more of that feeling, more-
Then something harder than a tongue wormed its way in, coated with something cool and slick, and Feliciano gasped at the feeling, both from the light pain and the surprise. “Ve, Ludw-”
Once again, he wasn’t allowed to talk -one hand grabbing his erection and the other pushing the finger deeper inside, in a doubled rhythm that made Feliciano gasp and attempt to widen his legs, but he couldn’t because of his pants, still around his feet.
“Hn… more… please…”
The finger felt better each stroke, as something inside him was twitching, and sending tingles up to his own fingers, and Feliciano threw his head back, having a hard time breathing.
It felt… absolutely amazing. Shuddering, he nailed the table and the tie that kept his hands tied, Feliciano let out his appreciation with loud groans, the name of Germany coming more and more frequent the harder was the thrusting inside him.
That finger, pushing and brushing and caressing that spot inside…
“Ludwig! More!”
Then there were two fingers, scissoring at his entrance, and the pain was there but at the same time wasn’t, and Germany was curling his lips right under his balls, licking them and biting at the skin, and-
Italy couldn’t feel anything other than white hotness as he finally let go and reached his climax on the table, slumping down on its surface moments later, gasping and tingling all over.
‘Dio…’ Feliciano couldn’t even think anymore. He’d never felt this good, ever.
The fingers inside him hadn’t stopped, though, and he was highly aware of this as he came back down from his haze, gasping and shuddering at the feeling of the little bud inside still being lavished with attention.
“Germ-Germany… ah…”
Then he was once again toppled over, his back against the table’s surface, and something was being pressed inside him and it was huge and thick and-
“Ah!”
And then Germany was moving in and out, and the friction was driving him mad, and Italy wanted nothing more than curl and hold on Ludwig’s shoulders so not to be swept away by the pleasure, but there was nothing to hold on, as his arms were still tied above his head, nails digging in the wooden surface, and he couldn’t even widen his legs, and the pleasure kept coming-
“Ludwig… Ludwig…”
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