Can I Join? [6/7]
anonymous
June 27 2009, 13:41:36 UTC
Together with the pain of his skin stretching far wider than he’d ever thought it could, another feeling was slowly building up. There was no space for anything anymore inside him, and that meant every single inch was filled to the brim, no place left untouched.
Spain and Lovino’s lengths pressed hard against his prostate, previously roused enough that a bare brush sent sparkles of pleasure running up and down his arms and legs, and now, it was being mercilessly squeezed, and-
And…
“Ah! Ah… hnnn…”
And holy mother of… it was terribly good.
He flailed his arms around, clawing at the sheets, trying to both have more of that feeling and to retreat, because it was blurring his sight and buzzing through his body, and he couldn’t take it -it was too much.
Holychristtoomuch-good
He whined and gasped, but Spain had apparently predicted his reaction, because showing his self-control (it was hard not to just let go of all inhibitions and thrust deeply into that tight heat) he held him still with one hand and made Italy turn his head towards him, kissing him deeply.
Slowly, he coaxed a response from the choking Italian, making his shoulders relax and accept the double penetration. With his tongue, he massaged Italy’s own, and Lovino, so that he wasn’t defeated, gently stroked his brother’s hands, breathing laboured for the strain of keeping still.
Ah, it was impossible for the both of them to be inside, and yet…
“M…”
Lovino cradled his brother’s form closer, straining his ears to understand what Feliciano was mumbling, frame shaking and trembling.
“Move… p-please… I n-need… hnnn…”
Both his lovers groaned at this, and gladly complied.
At first, the motions were off, and both risked to slip out, but then a rhythm was established, and soon enough both were vigorously pounding inside the tight walls, whilst Feliciano hugged his brother tightly, completely overwhelmed.
Too hot too hard too good -oh, godpleasemore-
Everything turned into a buzzed, heated pleasure, bodies blurring together, nothing more than heat and gasps and yells and demands for more, and pleasure so strong they could barely stand its waves.
it was…
Mind-blowing- the heat was only growing, both inside them and outside, and-
“Ah!”
And it was everything and nothing and they were moving-
“Ahn… more… more!”
And they were all moaning loudly, all restrictions falling in the heat of passion, only pleasure and white and-
“Faster… harder…!”
And it got faster and harder, skin slapping against skin, Feliciano slamming down to meet with the double thrusts, his insides abused and choking and yelling and-
“Ahn~! Please!”
Spain wrapped his hands around Feliciano’s neglected erection, pumping it in rhythm, and Lovino leaned forwards to join lips in a sloppy kiss, then both attacking Feliciano, and they were still moving, and it was coming and it was-
The world exploded in white stickiness, sending the three of them falling down on the mattress, gasping. Spain collapsed on the side, riding his orgasm in waves and clenching his hands around Feliciano as he mumbled out the younger Italian’s name.
Lovino’s own orgasm was sudden and blinding, deafening him for a few seconds, until he came down from his haze and found himself on top of his brother, shivering and moaning at the sensation still tingling inside.
Italy’s second orgasm took away all energy he had left, and he kept coming, each breathe making both softening erections still inside of him brush and caress his prostate. He keened, nails digging in Lovino’s back, but unable to stop the waves of pleasure cursing through him, riding each wave with loud moans.
He fell on the mattress, spooned between the other two, and twisted around, trying to move away but failing to do so as Spain’s arms were still tight around him, and Lovino’s weight above him rendered him unable to do much.
He wailed again, dry-orgasming one last time before finally managing to pull free; Spain and Lovino slipped out, leaving behind a sticky trail of white semen and the lightest shade of blood, and Feliciano whined, cuddling closer to Lovino, so utterly tired he could barely keep his eyes open.
Spain and Lovino’s lengths pressed hard against his prostate, previously roused enough that a bare brush sent sparkles of pleasure running up and down his arms and legs, and now, it was being mercilessly squeezed, and-
And…
“Ah! Ah… hnnn…”
And holy mother of… it was terribly good.
He flailed his arms around, clawing at the sheets, trying to both have more of that feeling and to retreat, because it was blurring his sight and buzzing through his body, and he couldn’t take it -it was too much.
Holychristtoomuch-good
He whined and gasped, but Spain had apparently predicted his reaction, because showing his self-control (it was hard not to just let go of all inhibitions and thrust deeply into that tight heat) he held him still with one hand and made Italy turn his head towards him, kissing him deeply.
Slowly, he coaxed a response from the choking Italian, making his shoulders relax and accept the double penetration. With his tongue, he massaged Italy’s own, and Lovino, so that he wasn’t defeated, gently stroked his brother’s hands, breathing laboured for the strain of keeping still.
Ah, it was impossible for the both of them to be inside, and yet…
“M…”
Lovino cradled his brother’s form closer, straining his ears to understand what Feliciano was mumbling, frame shaking and trembling.
“Move… p-please… I n-need… hnnn…”
Both his lovers groaned at this, and gladly complied.
At first, the motions were off, and both risked to slip out, but then a rhythm was established, and soon enough both were vigorously pounding inside the tight walls, whilst Feliciano hugged his brother tightly, completely overwhelmed.
Too hot too hard too good -oh, godpleasemore-
Everything turned into a buzzed, heated pleasure, bodies blurring together, nothing more than heat and gasps and yells and demands for more, and pleasure so strong they could barely stand its waves.
it was…
Mind-blowing- the heat was only growing, both inside them and outside, and-
“Ah!”
And it was everything and nothing and they were moving-
“Ahn… more… more!”
And they were all moaning loudly, all restrictions falling in the heat of passion, only pleasure and white and-
“Faster… harder…!”
And it got faster and harder, skin slapping against skin, Feliciano slamming down to meet with the double thrusts, his insides abused and choking and yelling and-
“Ahn~! Please!”
Spain wrapped his hands around Feliciano’s neglected erection, pumping it in rhythm, and Lovino leaned forwards to join lips in a sloppy kiss, then both attacking Feliciano, and they were still moving, and it was coming and it was-
The world exploded in white stickiness, sending the three of them falling down on the mattress, gasping. Spain collapsed on the side, riding his orgasm in waves and clenching his hands around Feliciano as he mumbled out the younger Italian’s name.
Lovino’s own orgasm was sudden and blinding, deafening him for a few seconds, until he came down from his haze and found himself on top of his brother, shivering and moaning at the sensation still tingling inside.
Italy’s second orgasm took away all energy he had left, and he kept coming, each breathe making both softening erections still inside of him brush and caress his prostate. He keened, nails digging in Lovino’s back, but unable to stop the waves of pleasure cursing through him, riding each wave with loud moans.
He fell on the mattress, spooned between the other two, and twisted around, trying to move away but failing to do so as Spain’s arms were still tight around him, and Lovino’s weight above him rendered him unable to do much.
He wailed again, dry-orgasming one last time before finally managing to pull free; Spain and Lovino slipped out, leaving behind a sticky trail of white semen and the lightest shade of blood, and Feliciano whined, cuddling closer to Lovino, so utterly tired he could barely keep his eyes open.
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