[Fic Fil] Feeling Passion
TITLE: Feeling Passion
AUTHOR/ARTIST: Raikana Sakaro
RECIPIENT: vexinglilium
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: France/Prussia/Spain
RATING: NC-17
NOTES: ...this is why I should 1) not do philosophy classes ever and 2) try to write really fast. I tend to...default to porn...bad porn at that... In case anyone couldn't tell yet, sketchfiend has watched me write all of these (and more) to keep me from straying.
SUMMARY: ...Prussia is not feeling himself, so France and Spain take it on themselves to cheer him up the best way they know how...
Feeling Passion
France crouched down in the bushes next to Spain, peering through a pair of binoculars at the nation pacing back and forth in front of the window. Then he lowered the glasses and pointed to the window, turning to look at the brunette next to him. “That is our target.”
Spain grabbed the binoculars out of France’s hand and held them up, frowning as he looked through the window. “Him?” Spain asked, incredulous. “But...that’s Prussia. He belongs on this side of the bushes.”
France just shrugged and sat on the ground, stroking his beard with his thumb. “Nevertheless, he is our friend and he still needs our help. He has just been so...listless under his façade...”
Spain lowered the glasses and frowned at France, dropping down to sit on the ground as well. “Are you sure? He’s been acting just like he used to... Maybe a bit less violent.”
France shook his head and pulled out a small pad of paper, flipping it open to a clean page. “No...I am certain. He is in need of our help. He must feel passion once again and we will help him find his passion.”
Spain glanced back at the window one more time. “If you’re sure...”
France just took the binoculars back and stowed them away in their pouch. Then he took out a pen and leaned close to the brunette. “I am sure. And here is what we’re going to do about it...”
* * *
“H-hey. Hey! What do you think you’re doing?! Let go of me! Hey!” Prussia thrashed and struggled, trying to break free as he was dragged off his couch. “Come on! I don’t want to go with you! Let go! Stop it!”
France just tightened his grip on the albino’s arm and kept walking. “No. You are not yourself. So we must take you and make you feel better. It is the only way.”
Prussia looked over at Spain as he was dragged along. “Hey! Spain! Tell him! Tell this bastard I’m fine! You don’t have to do this! Let me go!”
Spain just shrugged and gave Prussia an apologetic look. “Sorry, but he made some good points. Maybe if you just try relaxing, you’ll have fun...”
“Traitor! Traitors!” Prussia cried, glaring between France and Spain. “Backstabbers! I’m fine! I’m better than fine! I’m awesome!” Then he resumed struggling, kicking out at the other two nations as he grunted, his tongue sticking out in concentration.
Together, they dragged him down the stairs into the basement. Then France pinned the Prussian to the bed and glanced up at the brunette. “Get the door. And perhaps something to drink.”
Prussia glared at the blond on his stomach, holding him down. “Pfeh. I already have drinks down here. Why’d you need to get more?”
Spain climbed the stairs and pulled the door shut before locking it and coming back down. As soon as he heard the bolt slide home, France rolled off Prussia and gave the other man his most charming smile. “Now! Shall we have some drinks and...get comfortable?”
Prussia blinked at the blonde Frenchman and by the time his eyes opened again, a split-second later, the other man’s shirt and jacket were on the floor. “What the hell, man? What the fuck are you planning?! First you drag me away from my awesomely comfortable seat and bring me down here for some beer and...what the hell?”
France wrapped an arm around Prussia’s waist and leaned close, puckering his lips as he closed his eyes. “We are just trying to help you...”
Prussia placed both his hands on France’s chest and shoved, knocking the other nation off the bed. “Yeah, well, maybe molesting shit isn’t the answer to all life’s problems.” He glowered at France for a moment before he grabbed a cool beer away from Spain, cracking it open and chugging it down.
Spain carefully took France’s empty seat, cracking open his beer as well, setting the third bottle by France’s head. “I think what he’s getting at is that...we’re worried. You haven’t been the same since you came back.”
Prussia scoffed as he set down the empty beer bottle. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ve been fine!”
France gave his beer a wary look before sitting up and cracking it open, resting his head against the albino’s knee. “But we never see you anymore, mon cher... You have become like a hermit.”
“Yeah...and why should I leave? Just look at this place! I got everything I need right here! Food, beer, bed, TV, chicks...this place rocks!” He gestured to the room around them before shoving France’s head off his knee and going to get more beer.
France leaned against the edge of the bed as he watched Prussia move around. “Yes, yes...but what about socializing? Meeting other nations? You never come to conferences with your brother anymore.”
Prussia came back to the bed with his arm full of glass bottles and flopped down on the mattress, getting comfortable. “Yeah, well, West won’t let me tag along with him anymore. Something about being...an investigator or something... I keep telling him I’m not a detective or anything like that. Then he just...gives me this look and leaves.”
Spain finished off his bottle and moved closer to Prussia, reaching out to grab a fresh bottle. “Well, you should fight back. Or sneak out. The meetings are so...boring without you there. Remember how much fun you had torturing Austria?”
Prussia grinned and leaned back against his headboard, stretching his legs out, over the Spaniard’s lap. “Yeah...that little nobleman was too damn prissy for his own good.”
France rested his head against the cover and looked up at the Prussian. “Well, since you left with Russia, he has become even more prissy. And almost as bossy as your brother.”
Prussia tapped the bottle against his lower lip thoughtfully as Spain moved up to sit next to him again, leaning against his side. “That does sound pretty bad...but West would kill me if I tried to get into one of those meetings...”
Spain took another sip before rubbing Prussia’s arm gently. “So? Other people tried to kill you, too. Like everyone who shared a border with you.”
Prussia down half his beer in one go, then belched loudly, not noticing France creeping closer. “Yeah, but things were different, then. I was one of you guys. I had people and they cared.”
France rested his head against Prussia’s knee and brought one hand up to gently rub his thigh through his jeans. “You are still one of us... People still care about you.”
Prussia laughed sharply. “Like hell I’m one of you. If West hadn’t taken me back in, I wouldn’t be shit. Nobody cares about me anymore. Hell, they’re probably glad I’m gone.”
Spain tightened his hand around Prussia’s arm and set his beer down, reaching over to pry the beer from Prussia’s hands. “We care about you. Isn’t that all you need? Just two people to care about you?”
Prussia looked between his two friends, frowning. “But you two don’t even count. You’re not people. And I’m pretty damn sure your people were glad to see me go.” Then he jumped and leveled a glare at France, who was busy kissing his way up one leg.
Spain smirked to himself and reached up to gently run his finger down Prussia’s jaw, earning himself a red-eyed glare. “Relax...we are just showing you how much we care...” he whispered before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to Prussia’s lips.
Prussia stiffened for a moment, giving the brunette a cross-eyed stare before giving up and kissing back, slipping his hand behind Spain’s back, twisting the brunette’s shirt up into his fist. Then he pulled away from the kiss with a gasp as he felt a pair of lips softly brush over his fly as a slender hand slipped under his T-shirt to toy with his nipples.
France gently brushed his thumb across the Prussian’s hardening nipple as he looked up to see Spain lean in front of the albino man, kissing him passionately. Then he smirked and turned his head down again, kissing Prussia’s growing length through his jeans before catching the zipper between his teeth and tugging slowly.
Prussia gasped again and threw his head back against the headboard, the small pain getting lost in the pleasurable feelings. He ran his hand up Spain’s back and grabbed the brown curls in one fist, holding him close as he felt a tongue moving along his jaw and neck. “...fuck...” he whispered softly, reaching down with his other hand to undo his pants.
France saw the pale hand move into view and reached up to swat it, tutting as he released the zipper. “No no...this is our time... Your time is later, mon cher...” Then he gently held Prussia’s hand, lacing their fingers together as he turned his attention back to the zipper and the erection straining against it.
Spain saw Prussia open his mouth again and quickly clamped his mouth over it, sliding his tongue between the pale pink lips as they kissed deeply, feeling the vibrations as the other man moaned into his mouth.
After several more minutes of heated kisses and gentle touches, Prussia tightened his hand in Spain’s hair, pulling the brunette away roughly. Then he glared down at France, panting a bit. “Fucking hell... If you’re going to do something, do it already! I’m about to explode!”
France pulled away from Prussia’s bulging pants and smirked at the albino before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the silky boxers that were sticking out of the open zipper. “If you feel so strongly about it, perhaps you should do something...no?” he said softly, slowly running his index finger around the brass button on the waistband.
Prussia glared down at the Frenchman for a moment before he reached down to pull the teasing hands away from his pants. He quickly popped the button on his pants, starting to tug them down, taking his underwear with them. “At least make yourself useful and go find some lube, you fucking tease...”
With a bit of help from Spain, Prussia managed to get his pants pulled down past his hips, groaning loudly as his erection pulled free of the fabric, falling against his stomach, already fully hard. Then he grabbed Spain’s hair again and pulled him in for another kiss, his free hand reaching down to open the older man’s pants.
France found the bottle of lube sitting by Prussia’s computer and picked it up with a smirk, going back to sit on the bed, reaching for the young man’s erection. His hand was swatted away by Prussia and he pouted at the albino. “What was that for?”
Prussia snatched the bottle away from the blond and set it on the bedside table. “For fucking teasing me, that’s what!”
France deepened his pout and raised his eyebrows at the albino. Prussia just sighed and held Spain close, moving both of them across the bed. “Fine. Get up here. But no more fucking teasing...”
France climbed onto the bed, bending over to press a gentle kiss to Prussia’s cheek while the young man was busy kissing Spain. Prussia pulled away from the brunette and looked at the blond on his other side. After a few moments of looking between the two, he leaned over and returned France’s kiss, running his hand through the soft blond hair on the older man’s chest.
Spain pulled away from Prussia and moved down the bed to get a better view of the two men as he tugged off his shirt and reached up to play with his own chest, biting back a moan as his hips jerked.
Prussia trailed his hand down France’s stomach to finger the waist of his pants as he gently sucked and nibbled on the older man’s lower lip, feeling the vibrations as France purred in satisfaction. He toyed with the button for a moment before popping it open and gently rubbing the bulge between France’s legs.
France moaned softly and ran his fingers through the young man’s spiky silver-blond hair, massaging his scalp in lieu of massaging his dick. He took a deep, gasping breath as they broke the kiss, moaning incoherently as he pressed his open mouth against Prussia’s cheek.
Spain kept watching the other two kissing and touching each other as he rolled up onto his knees, rubbing between his legs with one hand before opening his fly and shoving pants and underpants down to his knees. He sat back down before gently wrapping a hand around his erection and starting to stroke, his nostrils flaring as his breath shuddered in and out of his lungs.
Prussia glanced over at the brunette as he heard a small moan escape Spain’s flushed lips, then smirked and gestured for Spain to join them. Spain got on his hands and knees and crawled over to sit next to Prussia, tugging his pants the rest of the way off as he kissed the young man.
France kissed down Prussia’s neck and down his shoulder before following his collarbone back to his chest, teasing his nipples with one hand as he still ran the other through the short, soft hairs at the base of the albino’s skull.
Prussia reached down and tugged France’s pants down one-handed, tugging out his erection and stroking it briefly as he kept kissing Spain, holding the brown hair tight with his free hand. Spain just moaned softly and put one tan hand on Prussia’s stomach, stroking down over his pubic hair before pulling back up to his navel.
Prussia finally pulled away from Spain, looking at the older man from under his eyelids. “Lay down,” he whispered breathily. Spain looked back for a moment, then pressed another short kiss to the albino’s lips and slipped down to lay on top of the covers, pulling his legs up to reveal his entrance.
“...very good,” the young man purred before turning to France and tugging on the long hair to get his attention. “Lube,” he said shortly as the blue eyes met his own.
France sat up straight and kissed Prussia deeply as he reached behind himself to grab the bottle. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss and smirked at the younger man, quickly squirting a dollop of cool lube on Prussia’s twitching erection before handing the bottle over.
Prussia gasped then moaned, unable to move for a moment as France’s skilled hand wrapped around him, spreading the clear liquid down his shaft. Finally, he pulled away from the blonde’s grasp and gave him a glare. “What did I tell you about the teasing?”
France kissed the albino gently and smirked. “My apologies, mon cher... It will not happen again.
Prussia gave the other man a wary look, but moved to kneel between Spain’s legs, pressing a kiss to one of the knees as he squirted lube into his hand. Then he pressed his fingers against Spain’s entrance, spreading the slick gel around the outside before pressing a finger past the tight ring to spread it around the inside.
Spain moaned and shut his eyes as he felt the finger move around inside of him, lifting his hips to give the younger man better access as his dick twitched against his stomach. Prussia grinned rakishly and pushed a second finger in, to stretch the brunette, using his free hand to lift one of Spain’s legs over his shoulder.
France pouted to himself as he watched Prussia paying such close attention to the Spaniard, then he quickly pulled his pants off with a loud rip as the velcro along the seams gave way. He moved behind Prussia, gently stroking his erection with one hand as he scooped up the abandoned lube with the other.
He quickly coated his fingers with lubricant and leaned forward to kiss Prussia’s spine as he plunged one finger deep in the albino’s ass. He smirked against the pale skin as the younger man cried out, easily evading the awkward slaps aimed at his head. “Relax, mon cher... After all, it takes three to have an orgy...”
Prussia craned his neck around to glare at France from the corner of his eye. “Shut up. Three isn’t an orgy. Just...get on with it.”
“Of course,” murmured the blond man, stroking his finger in and out of the other’s ass, a bit surprised as how easily it opened up under his touches. After a few minutes, he worked his second finger inside the Prussian.
Prussia sighed and rubbed Spain’s leg as he went back to work, stretching his ass until he was satisfied with the size. Then he leaned down and pressed a short kiss to the brunette’s lips before positioning himself and slowly pushing in with a low, drawn-out moan.
Spain bit his lip and closed his eyes as the albino man pressed deep inside of him, sucking in a deep breath through his nose and holding it. Once he felt Prussia’s jeans scrape against his ass, he finally let out a moan, slipping his arms over his head to grab the pillow and hold it tight.
Prussia wrapped his arm around Spain’s leg, gripping the knee tightly as he started shallowly thrusting inside the other, rolling his hips up against the tight ass. Then he froze as he felt France’s fingers slide out of his ass, holding perfectly still as he felt the older man press against him and then slowly push inside, grunting each time he felt another thrust.
France pressed forward until he was buried deep inside Prussia, pressed a kiss to the young man’s spine, then pulled most of the way out, burying himself again in one quick thrust. He smiled as he heard the Prussian cry out his pleasure.
Prussia drew in deep breaths and locked eyes with Spain, staring at the brunette intently as he started moving between the two men, alternately filling the Spaniard and impaling himself on the Frenchman. “Fuck...” he moaned between pants, unable to tear himself away from the olive green eyes in front of him.
Spain smiled and licked his lips as he tilted his hips up against the younger man. Then he reached up and dragged his fingers down Prussia’s chest and stomach, toying with the silvery curls before he brought them back up his own body to stroke his length.
France leaned forward to rest his chin on Prussia’s shoulder as he thrust deep, grinding against the soft skin as he smiled at Spain. “You are enjoying this, too, no?”
Spain smiled and shifted his gaze to France, nodding for a moment before throwing his head back with a soft, keening moan, arching his back off the bed a bit.
Prussia let his eyes slide shut and reached down with one hand to hold Spain’s hip tightly. “Ooh...ah...fuck...” he panted, resting his head against the older man’s leg as he picked up his pace. “Fucking hell...fuck yes...”
France slipped one hand onto Prussia’s stomach as his other hand grasped his hip, thrusting up and in with a short grunt. “Mnh! Oh...oh, Prussia...” he moaned, pressing his hand tight to the young man’s stomach, dragging it down and over against the front of his hip, his fingers twitching restlessly.
Prussia gasped as he felt the warm hand press against his hip, jerking forward a bit before settling back into his rhythm. Then he looked at Spain, watching his throat bob, frowning a bit as he released the older man’s hip to reach up and touch his chin.
Once he had the brunette’s attention, Prussia grinned and leaned down, pressing Spain’s leg up, trapped between their chests. “Hey,” he said softly, his face only inches away from the Spaniard. “I want to taste you again...”
Spain smiled and reached one hand up to hold the back of Prussia’s neck, toying with the short hairs there. “Then come have a taste...” he whispered, pulling the young man’s face close and kissing him deeply.
France smirked at the two men under him and pulled his hand off Prussia’s hip, leaning back to slap the tight ass before thrusting deep and hard, feeling the moan move through the other two men.
Prussia kissed Spain sloppily and spread his knees farther apart as he let out a wanton moan. Then he groped behind himself blindly, twisting and bending until he hooked his fingers around France’s ass, pulling it closer. He finally broke his kiss with a gasp and a grunt. “Fuck me...deeper...harder...fuck...oh god...”
France slapped his ass again, leaning down to whisper softly in his ear as he slowed his pace, moving in and out deeply but slowly. In response, Prussia dug his fingernail into the skin of France’s ass, scratching parallel lines in his need. “I said...fuck me harder...faster...!”
Prussia finally released his deathgrip as he felt the Frenchman speed up, pounding his ass hard. He panted and started moaning, but was cut off by Spain, giving him another open-mouthed kiss, moaning into his mouth.
He shut his eyes as he returned the older man’s kisses, rocking back and forth between the two bodies, closing his eyes to enhance to sensations. Soon, he reached down and wrapped his hand around Spain’s erection, stroking it quickly as he felt the pleasure growing in his stomach and groin.
He bit down on Spain’s lower lip as he thrust quickly, shallowly, and hard, breathing heavily through his nose as he listened to the brunette moan loudly. He finally released the other’s lip and cried out loudly as he thrust deep, shooting himself deep inside the older man.
Spain brought his hands up to run through Prussia’s short hair, jerking his hips and moaning as the tight fist moved up and down his erection, touching all the sensitive spots on the skin. Then his free leg splayed out to the side, jerking and twitching as he screamed the albino’s name, coming all over his stomach.
France leaned down to press light kisses against Prussia’s back, still thrusting as he felt the younger man twitch around him, squeezing his length, pressing it out, then letting it back in. He gently bit down on Prussia’s shoulder, gripping his hips tight with both hands as he thrust hard and sharp into the twitching ass.
After Prussia released Spain’s leg and collapsed limply, France kept thrusting hard and deep, grunting with each thrust because he felt so close, but wasn’t going over the edge. Then Prussia reached back again and grabbed France’s ass, suddenly pulling him in deep.
France moaned lowly and pressed tight against the younger man as he orgasmed deep inside the albino. He pressed one last kiss to Prussia’s shoulder and took a deep breath, pulling out to fall on the bed next to them.
Prussia remained on top of Spain for several more minutes, just gently pressing kisses to the other man’s lips, cheeks, and jaw as he came down from his orgasm. Then he finally rolled off as well and laid on his side next to the brunette, idly dragging his finger through the puddle of sperm. “Thanks, guys.”
France smiled and rolled over onto his stomach, resting his stubbly chin on Spain’s shoulder to look at Prussia. “So you are feeling better?”
Prussia just nodded and grinned at the other two. “Hey. What do you say we all get drunk and go trash Austria’s house, next? He’s had it easy for way too long...”
AUTHOR/ARTIST: Raikana Sakaro
RECIPIENT: vexinglilium
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: France/Prussia/Spain
RATING: NC-17
NOTES: ...this is why I should 1) not do philosophy classes ever and 2) try to write really fast. I tend to...default to porn...bad porn at that... In case anyone couldn't tell yet, sketchfiend has watched me write all of these (and more) to keep me from straying.
SUMMARY: ...Prussia is not feeling himself, so France and Spain take it on themselves to cheer him up the best way they know how...
Feeling Passion
France crouched down in the bushes next to Spain, peering through a pair of binoculars at the nation pacing back and forth in front of the window. Then he lowered the glasses and pointed to the window, turning to look at the brunette next to him. “That is our target.”
Spain grabbed the binoculars out of France’s hand and held them up, frowning as he looked through the window. “Him?” Spain asked, incredulous. “But...that’s Prussia. He belongs on this side of the bushes.”
France just shrugged and sat on the ground, stroking his beard with his thumb. “Nevertheless, he is our friend and he still needs our help. He has just been so...listless under his façade...”
Spain lowered the glasses and frowned at France, dropping down to sit on the ground as well. “Are you sure? He’s been acting just like he used to... Maybe a bit less violent.”
France shook his head and pulled out a small pad of paper, flipping it open to a clean page. “No...I am certain. He is in need of our help. He must feel passion once again and we will help him find his passion.”
Spain glanced back at the window one more time. “If you’re sure...”
France just took the binoculars back and stowed them away in their pouch. Then he took out a pen and leaned close to the brunette. “I am sure. And here is what we’re going to do about it...”
* * *
“H-hey. Hey! What do you think you’re doing?! Let go of me! Hey!” Prussia thrashed and struggled, trying to break free as he was dragged off his couch. “Come on! I don’t want to go with you! Let go! Stop it!”
France just tightened his grip on the albino’s arm and kept walking. “No. You are not yourself. So we must take you and make you feel better. It is the only way.”
Prussia looked over at Spain as he was dragged along. “Hey! Spain! Tell him! Tell this bastard I’m fine! You don’t have to do this! Let me go!”
Spain just shrugged and gave Prussia an apologetic look. “Sorry, but he made some good points. Maybe if you just try relaxing, you’ll have fun...”
“Traitor! Traitors!” Prussia cried, glaring between France and Spain. “Backstabbers! I’m fine! I’m better than fine! I’m awesome!” Then he resumed struggling, kicking out at the other two nations as he grunted, his tongue sticking out in concentration.
Together, they dragged him down the stairs into the basement. Then France pinned the Prussian to the bed and glanced up at the brunette. “Get the door. And perhaps something to drink.”
Prussia glared at the blond on his stomach, holding him down. “Pfeh. I already have drinks down here. Why’d you need to get more?”
Spain climbed the stairs and pulled the door shut before locking it and coming back down. As soon as he heard the bolt slide home, France rolled off Prussia and gave the other man his most charming smile. “Now! Shall we have some drinks and...get comfortable?”
Prussia blinked at the blonde Frenchman and by the time his eyes opened again, a split-second later, the other man’s shirt and jacket were on the floor. “What the hell, man? What the fuck are you planning?! First you drag me away from my awesomely comfortable seat and bring me down here for some beer and...what the hell?”
France wrapped an arm around Prussia’s waist and leaned close, puckering his lips as he closed his eyes. “We are just trying to help you...”
Prussia placed both his hands on France’s chest and shoved, knocking the other nation off the bed. “Yeah, well, maybe molesting shit isn’t the answer to all life’s problems.” He glowered at France for a moment before he grabbed a cool beer away from Spain, cracking it open and chugging it down.
Spain carefully took France’s empty seat, cracking open his beer as well, setting the third bottle by France’s head. “I think what he’s getting at is that...we’re worried. You haven’t been the same since you came back.”
Prussia scoffed as he set down the empty beer bottle. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ve been fine!”
France gave his beer a wary look before sitting up and cracking it open, resting his head against the albino’s knee. “But we never see you anymore, mon cher... You have become like a hermit.”
“Yeah...and why should I leave? Just look at this place! I got everything I need right here! Food, beer, bed, TV, chicks...this place rocks!” He gestured to the room around them before shoving France’s head off his knee and going to get more beer.
France leaned against the edge of the bed as he watched Prussia move around. “Yes, yes...but what about socializing? Meeting other nations? You never come to conferences with your brother anymore.”
Prussia came back to the bed with his arm full of glass bottles and flopped down on the mattress, getting comfortable. “Yeah, well, West won’t let me tag along with him anymore. Something about being...an investigator or something... I keep telling him I’m not a detective or anything like that. Then he just...gives me this look and leaves.”
Spain finished off his bottle and moved closer to Prussia, reaching out to grab a fresh bottle. “Well, you should fight back. Or sneak out. The meetings are so...boring without you there. Remember how much fun you had torturing Austria?”
Prussia grinned and leaned back against his headboard, stretching his legs out, over the Spaniard’s lap. “Yeah...that little nobleman was too damn prissy for his own good.”
France rested his head against the cover and looked up at the Prussian. “Well, since you left with Russia, he has become even more prissy. And almost as bossy as your brother.”
Prussia tapped the bottle against his lower lip thoughtfully as Spain moved up to sit next to him again, leaning against his side. “That does sound pretty bad...but West would kill me if I tried to get into one of those meetings...”
Spain took another sip before rubbing Prussia’s arm gently. “So? Other people tried to kill you, too. Like everyone who shared a border with you.”
Prussia down half his beer in one go, then belched loudly, not noticing France creeping closer. “Yeah, but things were different, then. I was one of you guys. I had people and they cared.”
France rested his head against Prussia’s knee and brought one hand up to gently rub his thigh through his jeans. “You are still one of us... People still care about you.”
Prussia laughed sharply. “Like hell I’m one of you. If West hadn’t taken me back in, I wouldn’t be shit. Nobody cares about me anymore. Hell, they’re probably glad I’m gone.”
Spain tightened his hand around Prussia’s arm and set his beer down, reaching over to pry the beer from Prussia’s hands. “We care about you. Isn’t that all you need? Just two people to care about you?”
Prussia looked between his two friends, frowning. “But you two don’t even count. You’re not people. And I’m pretty damn sure your people were glad to see me go.” Then he jumped and leveled a glare at France, who was busy kissing his way up one leg.
Spain smirked to himself and reached up to gently run his finger down Prussia’s jaw, earning himself a red-eyed glare. “Relax...we are just showing you how much we care...” he whispered before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to Prussia’s lips.
Prussia stiffened for a moment, giving the brunette a cross-eyed stare before giving up and kissing back, slipping his hand behind Spain’s back, twisting the brunette’s shirt up into his fist. Then he pulled away from the kiss with a gasp as he felt a pair of lips softly brush over his fly as a slender hand slipped under his T-shirt to toy with his nipples.
France gently brushed his thumb across the Prussian’s hardening nipple as he looked up to see Spain lean in front of the albino man, kissing him passionately. Then he smirked and turned his head down again, kissing Prussia’s growing length through his jeans before catching the zipper between his teeth and tugging slowly.
Prussia gasped again and threw his head back against the headboard, the small pain getting lost in the pleasurable feelings. He ran his hand up Spain’s back and grabbed the brown curls in one fist, holding him close as he felt a tongue moving along his jaw and neck. “...fuck...” he whispered softly, reaching down with his other hand to undo his pants.
France saw the pale hand move into view and reached up to swat it, tutting as he released the zipper. “No no...this is our time... Your time is later, mon cher...” Then he gently held Prussia’s hand, lacing their fingers together as he turned his attention back to the zipper and the erection straining against it.
Spain saw Prussia open his mouth again and quickly clamped his mouth over it, sliding his tongue between the pale pink lips as they kissed deeply, feeling the vibrations as the other man moaned into his mouth.
After several more minutes of heated kisses and gentle touches, Prussia tightened his hand in Spain’s hair, pulling the brunette away roughly. Then he glared down at France, panting a bit. “Fucking hell... If you’re going to do something, do it already! I’m about to explode!”
France pulled away from Prussia’s bulging pants and smirked at the albino before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the silky boxers that were sticking out of the open zipper. “If you feel so strongly about it, perhaps you should do something...no?” he said softly, slowly running his index finger around the brass button on the waistband.
Prussia glared down at the Frenchman for a moment before he reached down to pull the teasing hands away from his pants. He quickly popped the button on his pants, starting to tug them down, taking his underwear with them. “At least make yourself useful and go find some lube, you fucking tease...”
With a bit of help from Spain, Prussia managed to get his pants pulled down past his hips, groaning loudly as his erection pulled free of the fabric, falling against his stomach, already fully hard. Then he grabbed Spain’s hair again and pulled him in for another kiss, his free hand reaching down to open the older man’s pants.
France found the bottle of lube sitting by Prussia’s computer and picked it up with a smirk, going back to sit on the bed, reaching for the young man’s erection. His hand was swatted away by Prussia and he pouted at the albino. “What was that for?”
Prussia snatched the bottle away from the blond and set it on the bedside table. “For fucking teasing me, that’s what!”
France deepened his pout and raised his eyebrows at the albino. Prussia just sighed and held Spain close, moving both of them across the bed. “Fine. Get up here. But no more fucking teasing...”
France climbed onto the bed, bending over to press a gentle kiss to Prussia’s cheek while the young man was busy kissing Spain. Prussia pulled away from the brunette and looked at the blond on his other side. After a few moments of looking between the two, he leaned over and returned France’s kiss, running his hand through the soft blond hair on the older man’s chest.
Spain pulled away from Prussia and moved down the bed to get a better view of the two men as he tugged off his shirt and reached up to play with his own chest, biting back a moan as his hips jerked.
Prussia trailed his hand down France’s stomach to finger the waist of his pants as he gently sucked and nibbled on the older man’s lower lip, feeling the vibrations as France purred in satisfaction. He toyed with the button for a moment before popping it open and gently rubbing the bulge between France’s legs.
France moaned softly and ran his fingers through the young man’s spiky silver-blond hair, massaging his scalp in lieu of massaging his dick. He took a deep, gasping breath as they broke the kiss, moaning incoherently as he pressed his open mouth against Prussia’s cheek.
Spain kept watching the other two kissing and touching each other as he rolled up onto his knees, rubbing between his legs with one hand before opening his fly and shoving pants and underpants down to his knees. He sat back down before gently wrapping a hand around his erection and starting to stroke, his nostrils flaring as his breath shuddered in and out of his lungs.
Prussia glanced over at the brunette as he heard a small moan escape Spain’s flushed lips, then smirked and gestured for Spain to join them. Spain got on his hands and knees and crawled over to sit next to Prussia, tugging his pants the rest of the way off as he kissed the young man.
France kissed down Prussia’s neck and down his shoulder before following his collarbone back to his chest, teasing his nipples with one hand as he still ran the other through the short, soft hairs at the base of the albino’s skull.
Prussia reached down and tugged France’s pants down one-handed, tugging out his erection and stroking it briefly as he kept kissing Spain, holding the brown hair tight with his free hand. Spain just moaned softly and put one tan hand on Prussia’s stomach, stroking down over his pubic hair before pulling back up to his navel.
Prussia finally pulled away from Spain, looking at the older man from under his eyelids. “Lay down,” he whispered breathily. Spain looked back for a moment, then pressed another short kiss to the albino’s lips and slipped down to lay on top of the covers, pulling his legs up to reveal his entrance.
“...very good,” the young man purred before turning to France and tugging on the long hair to get his attention. “Lube,” he said shortly as the blue eyes met his own.
France sat up straight and kissed Prussia deeply as he reached behind himself to grab the bottle. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss and smirked at the younger man, quickly squirting a dollop of cool lube on Prussia’s twitching erection before handing the bottle over.
Prussia gasped then moaned, unable to move for a moment as France’s skilled hand wrapped around him, spreading the clear liquid down his shaft. Finally, he pulled away from the blonde’s grasp and gave him a glare. “What did I tell you about the teasing?”
France kissed the albino gently and smirked. “My apologies, mon cher... It will not happen again.
Prussia gave the other man a wary look, but moved to kneel between Spain’s legs, pressing a kiss to one of the knees as he squirted lube into his hand. Then he pressed his fingers against Spain’s entrance, spreading the slick gel around the outside before pressing a finger past the tight ring to spread it around the inside.
Spain moaned and shut his eyes as he felt the finger move around inside of him, lifting his hips to give the younger man better access as his dick twitched against his stomach. Prussia grinned rakishly and pushed a second finger in, to stretch the brunette, using his free hand to lift one of Spain’s legs over his shoulder.
France pouted to himself as he watched Prussia paying such close attention to the Spaniard, then he quickly pulled his pants off with a loud rip as the velcro along the seams gave way. He moved behind Prussia, gently stroking his erection with one hand as he scooped up the abandoned lube with the other.
He quickly coated his fingers with lubricant and leaned forward to kiss Prussia’s spine as he plunged one finger deep in the albino’s ass. He smirked against the pale skin as the younger man cried out, easily evading the awkward slaps aimed at his head. “Relax, mon cher... After all, it takes three to have an orgy...”
Prussia craned his neck around to glare at France from the corner of his eye. “Shut up. Three isn’t an orgy. Just...get on with it.”
“Of course,” murmured the blond man, stroking his finger in and out of the other’s ass, a bit surprised as how easily it opened up under his touches. After a few minutes, he worked his second finger inside the Prussian.
Prussia sighed and rubbed Spain’s leg as he went back to work, stretching his ass until he was satisfied with the size. Then he leaned down and pressed a short kiss to the brunette’s lips before positioning himself and slowly pushing in with a low, drawn-out moan.
Spain bit his lip and closed his eyes as the albino man pressed deep inside of him, sucking in a deep breath through his nose and holding it. Once he felt Prussia’s jeans scrape against his ass, he finally let out a moan, slipping his arms over his head to grab the pillow and hold it tight.
Prussia wrapped his arm around Spain’s leg, gripping the knee tightly as he started shallowly thrusting inside the other, rolling his hips up against the tight ass. Then he froze as he felt France’s fingers slide out of his ass, holding perfectly still as he felt the older man press against him and then slowly push inside, grunting each time he felt another thrust.
France pressed forward until he was buried deep inside Prussia, pressed a kiss to the young man’s spine, then pulled most of the way out, burying himself again in one quick thrust. He smiled as he heard the Prussian cry out his pleasure.
Prussia drew in deep breaths and locked eyes with Spain, staring at the brunette intently as he started moving between the two men, alternately filling the Spaniard and impaling himself on the Frenchman. “Fuck...” he moaned between pants, unable to tear himself away from the olive green eyes in front of him.
Spain smiled and licked his lips as he tilted his hips up against the younger man. Then he reached up and dragged his fingers down Prussia’s chest and stomach, toying with the silvery curls before he brought them back up his own body to stroke his length.
France leaned forward to rest his chin on Prussia’s shoulder as he thrust deep, grinding against the soft skin as he smiled at Spain. “You are enjoying this, too, no?”
Spain smiled and shifted his gaze to France, nodding for a moment before throwing his head back with a soft, keening moan, arching his back off the bed a bit.
Prussia let his eyes slide shut and reached down with one hand to hold Spain’s hip tightly. “Ooh...ah...fuck...” he panted, resting his head against the older man’s leg as he picked up his pace. “Fucking hell...fuck yes...”
France slipped one hand onto Prussia’s stomach as his other hand grasped his hip, thrusting up and in with a short grunt. “Mnh! Oh...oh, Prussia...” he moaned, pressing his hand tight to the young man’s stomach, dragging it down and over against the front of his hip, his fingers twitching restlessly.
Prussia gasped as he felt the warm hand press against his hip, jerking forward a bit before settling back into his rhythm. Then he looked at Spain, watching his throat bob, frowning a bit as he released the older man’s hip to reach up and touch his chin.
Once he had the brunette’s attention, Prussia grinned and leaned down, pressing Spain’s leg up, trapped between their chests. “Hey,” he said softly, his face only inches away from the Spaniard. “I want to taste you again...”
Spain smiled and reached one hand up to hold the back of Prussia’s neck, toying with the short hairs there. “Then come have a taste...” he whispered, pulling the young man’s face close and kissing him deeply.
France smirked at the two men under him and pulled his hand off Prussia’s hip, leaning back to slap the tight ass before thrusting deep and hard, feeling the moan move through the other two men.
Prussia kissed Spain sloppily and spread his knees farther apart as he let out a wanton moan. Then he groped behind himself blindly, twisting and bending until he hooked his fingers around France’s ass, pulling it closer. He finally broke his kiss with a gasp and a grunt. “Fuck me...deeper...harder...fuck...oh god...”
France slapped his ass again, leaning down to whisper softly in his ear as he slowed his pace, moving in and out deeply but slowly. In response, Prussia dug his fingernail into the skin of France’s ass, scratching parallel lines in his need. “I said...fuck me harder...faster...!”
Prussia finally released his deathgrip as he felt the Frenchman speed up, pounding his ass hard. He panted and started moaning, but was cut off by Spain, giving him another open-mouthed kiss, moaning into his mouth.
He shut his eyes as he returned the older man’s kisses, rocking back and forth between the two bodies, closing his eyes to enhance to sensations. Soon, he reached down and wrapped his hand around Spain’s erection, stroking it quickly as he felt the pleasure growing in his stomach and groin.
He bit down on Spain’s lower lip as he thrust quickly, shallowly, and hard, breathing heavily through his nose as he listened to the brunette moan loudly. He finally released the other’s lip and cried out loudly as he thrust deep, shooting himself deep inside the older man.
Spain brought his hands up to run through Prussia’s short hair, jerking his hips and moaning as the tight fist moved up and down his erection, touching all the sensitive spots on the skin. Then his free leg splayed out to the side, jerking and twitching as he screamed the albino’s name, coming all over his stomach.
France leaned down to press light kisses against Prussia’s back, still thrusting as he felt the younger man twitch around him, squeezing his length, pressing it out, then letting it back in. He gently bit down on Prussia’s shoulder, gripping his hips tight with both hands as he thrust hard and sharp into the twitching ass.
After Prussia released Spain’s leg and collapsed limply, France kept thrusting hard and deep, grunting with each thrust because he felt so close, but wasn’t going over the edge. Then Prussia reached back again and grabbed France’s ass, suddenly pulling him in deep.
France moaned lowly and pressed tight against the younger man as he orgasmed deep inside the albino. He pressed one last kiss to Prussia’s shoulder and took a deep breath, pulling out to fall on the bed next to them.
Prussia remained on top of Spain for several more minutes, just gently pressing kisses to the other man’s lips, cheeks, and jaw as he came down from his orgasm. Then he finally rolled off as well and laid on his side next to the brunette, idly dragging his finger through the puddle of sperm. “Thanks, guys.”
France smiled and rolled over onto his stomach, resting his stubbly chin on Spain’s shoulder to look at Prussia. “So you are feeling better?”
Prussia just nodded and grinned at the other two. “Hey. What do you say we all get drunk and go trash Austria’s house, next? He’s had it easy for way too long...”