Can I Join? [2/7]
anonymous
June 27 2009, 13:37:41 UTC
He allowed his younger brother that brief moment of domination before making his move again. Lifting his knee up, pushing all of Feliciano’s weight on it, he chuckled at the resulting prolonged moan; Feliciano parted his legs more, rocking on the lifted knee with a clear sense of urgency, and Lovino grabbed on the other’s legs, keeping them still and helping him move, the sight enough to make his already hard erection harden even more.
This was a side of Feliciano only he was allowed to see, only he was allowed to evoke, only-
“Hnn… Lo… Lovino… I… ahn… need…”
“Tell me what you need, Feli?” he breathed out, a smirk playing on his lips.
He pushed his knee higher, rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a long, drawled out moan.
“I… hnnn…” Italy swallowed, trying to form a coherent thought.
“Holy God!”
Something falling on the ground with a loud noise scared both brothers out of their actions.
Lovino jumped a few inches, lowering his knee, and Feliciano let out a yelp, falling on top of his brother, still painfully hard, erection brushing against Lovino’s, both still in their underwear but otherwise sweaty and naked and needy.
Their heads turned around, and both let out a strangled gasp at the sight of a very flushed, clearly aroused, utterly shocked Spain staring at them, a bag of tomatoes on the ground, the red vegetables rolling everywhere on the floor.
“You… what… how… when did…” Spain, unable to utter a single coherent sentence, stared in shock at the two brothers on the bed.
At the two flushed, hard, panting brothers who were in mid-way through sex.
The two Italies he’d lusted over since childhood.
This was… this was…
A dream come true!
Recovering from his shock, Southern Italy growled at Spain, realised he was standing there, looking at them, and he was almost drooling, and felt a wave of anger hit him. He quickly shifted positions, covering Feliciano’s body with his own, and in doing so, he brushed their hardened members together, sending a spasm of pleasure through his body and making Feliciano groan and arch his back.
“Bro… brother…”
“Go away” he hissed, still staring at Spain.
His brother was his own property, and he didn’t like the predatory look in Antonio’s eyes.
“What?” Spain blinked, focusing on Romano’s words, and slowly shook his head. No, he was going away, not with what he was staring at. Definitely not. “No way in hell! Let me join!”
“What?! You Spain bastard, I’m not going to allow you that!”
“Aww, come on!” Spain smiled sensually, stepping forwards, but Lovino’s growl returned full force, making his smile vanish. “Romano, please~” he was this close to whining.
“Brother… please…” Feliciano, who was now shifting wildly under him, having been denied his orgasm due to Spain he was desperately trying to get there, and his moving wasn’t helping Lovino keep his mind clear, either.
“Feli… wait a moment until I… ch-chase him away damn it” he mumbled, but it was hard when his brother kept moving underneath him, tempting and delicious and…
“Ve~… why don’t you let him join?” Feliciano opened his eyes and glanced at his brother above him, pulling out his best seductive stare.
“Wh-what? D-don’t be stupid!” Lovino spouted, pushing back and staring incredulously at Italy’s smile.
“Well, it would be… hot… after all, didn’t you always say you had a half-crush on Brother Spa- ahn…”
Not finding another way to shut that loudmouth up, Lovino grinded against him, and Feliciano went putty in his arms.
Spain swallowed hard.
“Come on… it’s just this one time…” Feliciano grinned, recovering quickly and drawling out Lovino’s name a second later.
The older of the two Italies felt his resolve (and his patience) crumble at this, and looked to the side; he did in fact have a small crush on the Spanish nation, but at the same time, he considered his brother something he wasn’t willing to share.
And yet, if Feliciano asked it this way…
“So?” somehow, it looked like Spain and Feliciano were synched, as they both asked the same thing in chorus.
This was a side of Feliciano only he was allowed to see, only he was allowed to evoke, only-
“Hnn… Lo… Lovino… I… ahn… need…”
“Tell me what you need, Feli?” he breathed out, a smirk playing on his lips.
He pushed his knee higher, rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a long, drawled out moan.
“I… hnnn…” Italy swallowed, trying to form a coherent thought.
“Holy God!”
Something falling on the ground with a loud noise scared both brothers out of their actions.
Lovino jumped a few inches, lowering his knee, and Feliciano let out a yelp, falling on top of his brother, still painfully hard, erection brushing against Lovino’s, both still in their underwear but otherwise sweaty and naked and needy.
Their heads turned around, and both let out a strangled gasp at the sight of a very flushed, clearly aroused, utterly shocked Spain staring at them, a bag of tomatoes on the ground, the red vegetables rolling everywhere on the floor.
“You… what… how… when did…” Spain, unable to utter a single coherent sentence, stared in shock at the two brothers on the bed.
At the two flushed, hard, panting brothers who were in mid-way through sex.
The two Italies he’d lusted over since childhood.
This was… this was…
A dream come true!
Recovering from his shock, Southern Italy growled at Spain, realised he was standing there, looking at them, and he was almost drooling, and felt a wave of anger hit him. He quickly shifted positions, covering Feliciano’s body with his own, and in doing so, he brushed their hardened members together, sending a spasm of pleasure through his body and making Feliciano groan and arch his back.
“Bro… brother…”
“Go away” he hissed, still staring at Spain.
His brother was his own property, and he didn’t like the predatory look in Antonio’s eyes.
“What?” Spain blinked, focusing on Romano’s words, and slowly shook his head. No, he was going away, not with what he was staring at. Definitely not. “No way in hell! Let me join!”
“What?! You Spain bastard, I’m not going to allow you that!”
“Aww, come on!” Spain smiled sensually, stepping forwards, but Lovino’s growl returned full force, making his smile vanish. “Romano, please~” he was this close to whining.
“Brother… please…” Feliciano, who was now shifting wildly under him, having been denied his orgasm due to Spain he was desperately trying to get there, and his moving wasn’t helping Lovino keep his mind clear, either.
“Feli… wait a moment until I… ch-chase him away damn it” he mumbled, but it was hard when his brother kept moving underneath him, tempting and delicious and…
“Ve~… why don’t you let him join?” Feliciano opened his eyes and glanced at his brother above him, pulling out his best seductive stare.
“Wh-what? D-don’t be stupid!” Lovino spouted, pushing back and staring incredulously at Italy’s smile.
“Well, it would be… hot… after all, didn’t you always say you had a half-crush on Brother Spa- ahn…”
Not finding another way to shut that loudmouth up, Lovino grinded against him, and Feliciano went putty in his arms.
Spain swallowed hard.
“Come on… it’s just this one time…” Feliciano grinned, recovering quickly and drawling out Lovino’s name a second later.
The older of the two Italies felt his resolve (and his patience) crumble at this, and looked to the side; he did in fact have a small crush on the Spanish nation, but at the same time, he considered his brother something he wasn’t willing to share.
And yet, if Feliciano asked it this way…
“So?” somehow, it looked like Spain and Feliciano were synched, as they both asked the same thing in chorus.
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