Beneath the Cherry Blossom Trees (RoChuNi)
Title: Beneath the Cherry Blossom Trees
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: Russia/China/Japan
Rating: R-18
Warnings: Explicit Threesome
Summary: Japan just wants to see the cherry blossoms, but Russia and China have other plans.
Japan was a very beautiful man. His skin was porcelain - fragile and flawless - and his eyes were deep and thoughtful. Contrary to his beauty, he was reclusive and didn’t seem to desire the company of others. Of course, when the grace of spring came, he would retreat from the seclusion of his home to see the radiance of the yearly blooming of cherry blossoms. He dressed thoughtfully, donning a comfortable (but not overly-so; he did require an air of formality) navy blue kimono and cream and blue striped kaku obi. His clothes were formal enough to satisfy a judgmental onlooker, but he most certainly wasn’t expecting company.
Especially not his neighbors to the west at his door as he prepared to leave. China bowed his head slightly at Japan, who had frozen in his footsteps, and Russia smiled (a smile that lingered somewhere between cute and creepy) tilting his head slightly. They were both wearing kimonos - or rather, China wore a kimono while Russia, who was used to far colder weather this time of year, wore a yukata. China’s kimono was deep crimson with white lotus flowers embroidered up the side and a yellow obi. Russia’s yukata was simply blue, and appeared to be crudely made, presumably by China himself, with a green obi wrapped around his broad middle. They weren’t expected in the slightest; nevertheless, Japan smiled at his two guests. Of course, they had journeyed quite far and, based on their dress, they were there to enjoy the cherry blossoms alongside the quiet nation. “Ah, hello, friends. It is very good to see you. I hope you had a pleasant trip here. I was not expecting guests, but I can prepare some tea.”
“It’s fine, aru,” China spoke, crisply and quickly as though to keep Russia from burdening the island nation with a different answer. Russia did have a problem with bluntness. “You seemed to be leaving. We wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”
“We came to accompany you actually.” Russia said with another dual-meaning smirk. “We would like to see cherry blossoms with our friend, Japan.”
Japan sighed. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Russia or China. On the contrary, both men were friendly and attractive. China certainly had an androgynous charm whereas Russia was rough and masculine. Japan’s eyes sparkled as his inner fanboy shouted, “BARA! BARA! BARA!” Shaking the thought away with a blush, Japan graciously answered, “I would be honored if the two of you joined me. There’s a really lovely bridge that I like to take, and there’s a delicious food stand nearby that has very good takoyaki and dango.”
To Japan’s utmost surprise, China grasped his left hand while Russia gripped his right. Russia was the one to speak after several seconds of a shocked stillness. “Now, now, Japan. You won’t make us wait, da? We are here to see the cherry blossoms with you. Lead the way, if you please.”
It was creepy and awkward. Japan didn’t exactly know what to do other than blush at the two smiling nations with a death grip on each hand. With a deep, courageous breath, he stepped forward, walking in synch between China and Russia. At first, it was uncomfortable - silent and stiff. Yet, as they reached the pink blooms, Japan began to relax. He felt more comfortable with the hands. China’s were cool with a slender femininity that defied his constant work, and entwined between Japan’s fingers. Russia’s hands, on the other hand (pun intended), were large, slightly calloused, and engulfed the entirety of Japan’s hand with a comforting warmth. Japan smiled, pulling the hands to his chest. “I am glad you surprised me. It’s quite lovely to walk with you. The cherry blossoms seem even more beautiful than ever before.”
China lifted his free hand towards a drooping sakura tree branch. “Yes, they are quite beautiful, aru. Soft and flawless.”
“Much like our little Japan, da?”
Japan turned a deep crimson and dropped the hands entwined with his. “I wouldn’t say that. I am not as beautiful as the flowers. In fact, I wouldn’t say I am beautiful at all.”
China placed a cool hand against the side of Japan’s face. “Brother, don’t say such a thing. You are so lovely.” With his sentiments, he pressed his lips against the younger nation’s. China was gentle, and Japan gripped the back of the elder nation’s kimono as China passionately kissed. In the background, Russia coughed. China pulled away with irritation, and yelped through gritted teeth, “Oh, so you think you can kiss him better than me, aru?”
“Ch-China-san!”
Russia smirked, “As a matter of fact, I do believe I can. Your kisses are as old fashioned as you are, China.”
“Russia-san! Please!”
“Please what, my little Japan?” Russia asked, running his hands languidly along the edge of the island nation’s jaw. “Please kiss you? Oh gladly. But not just yet, my sweet. I want to map your skin so I know how to best make you one with Mother Russia.”
There was a malicious grin in Russia’s eye as he ran his fingers over white skin and through soft, black hair. Russia took in the dips and structures of Japan’s face and neck before finally pressing his own lips to those China had previously kissed. Russia was certainly different, though Japan couldn’t determine the superior. Russia’s kisses were rough and dominant. What they lacked in softness, they made up for in passion. Russia’s tongue took no time to begin its exploration of Japan’s cavernous mouth. He licked, sucked, and even bit in a fit of arousal. China refused to allow Russia to steal the spotlight. He grasped the small island and began to kiss with his own form of passion. The transfer was sloppy and left Japan heaving, grasping for breaths between his encounters with the two men. Russia was licking and nipping along his ear and neck, while China was plastered to his lips. By the time their joint kiss was broken. Japan’s normally shadowy eyes were glassy and sparkled. He blushed a deep crimson and adjusted his blue kimono. “I don’t know what to say…”
China smirked, his own chest heaving up and down, his age slipping through his young appearance. “Tell us how it was, of course.”
“It was absolutely…” Magestic? Arousing? Passionate?
“Embarrassing.”
Now there was an answer that sent metaphorical arrows through the chests of both China and Russia. Japan uncomfortably gripped his arms and shivered. “Seriously, you two. What if we had been spotted? I cannot be seen kissing strange men in my own country in public! It was quite uncomfortable.”
“Oh?” Russia said, a bit downcast, but with an almost hopeful glint in his light violet eyes. “Then can we hope that you would be more responsive in a more private place?”
“I suppose so, but I don’t understand why that would matt- Hey!” Russia had lifted the smaller man onto a shoulder carried Japan towards a cluster of sakura trees that was not visible to passersby. “What do you think you’re doing, Russia-san!” Japan asked, a bit unsettled by the larger man’s actions in collaboration with his brother’s.
“You said you did not want to be seen, da? We can arrange that.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “No one to see our little Japan writhe but me and China, da.”
He laughed, a cold and treacherous string of “kols” that even made China noticeably shiver. “Stop that laughing, Russia! We’re not here to force Japan to do something against his will, aru! We want him to be comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” Japan spluttered, his blush becoming angry. “What are you two doing? Please put me down!”
“Da,” Russia curtly said, his mouth twisting into a thin smile as he roughly flipped Japan onto his feet. “We are here anyway. Nice and alone.”
Japan felt two sets of eyes - one set slender and brown, the other an icy lilac - bore into him. It unsettled him, and he clutched the opening of his kimono at his neck to close his body from the abrasive eyes. He knew what was coming next; he’d seen enough hentai to know. In a way, he wanted to be fawned over and touched by his fellow nations. Then again, he was the nation with the least experience, preferring his seclusion (and body pillows) to human contact. He shuddered slightly, waiting for the other two to make the first move.
Russia was the first to act, tilting Japan’s chin upward to find a happy medium between Russia’s impressive height and Japan’s compact figure. The kiss was just as passionate as before, and Japan, still shaking, clamped his eyes closed and allowed Russia access to his virginal mouth. As Russia plundered his mouth, China kissed along the edge of his jaw and down his neck from behind. When he reached the juncture between neck and shoulder, Japan released a soft moan. “Oh? Does Little Japan like it when China kisses like that?”
Taking it as an invitation, Russia proceeded to run his tongue from the corner of Japan’s lip to his shoulder, slowly sliding the opening of the smaller man’s kimono off the slope of the shoulder. Japan threw his head back, wincing slightly at the burn the wet trail left on his skin. China, irritated that Russia was eliciting such a reaction while his attempts were left unnoticed, followed Russia’s example and sensually peeled the kimono from his younger brother’s upper body. The blue material pooled around the obi, leaving Japan’s chest exposed. The younger felt uncomfortable, and grappled for the security of his clothes. His hands, however, were halted by Russia. This bondage allowed China to explore the newly exposed chest with agile fingers. Japan yelped slightly as the elder toyed with his nipples, giving the right one a slight twist. Russia silenced him with a quick peck at the corner of his mouth. “Hush, Japan. You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you?”
Japan shuddered, his brow soaked with sweat, as he nodded. Privacy was key, and he didn’t want anyone to see him in such a state. Russia smiled, “Good boy. It is sad though. I wanted to hear you scream.”
Russia let go of Japan’s hands and wrapped his arms around the naked torso. His hands were warm and left the smaller nation needy. The gentle touches shook him with arousal, and China, who was now sucking Japan’s bottom lip, only added to the overwhelming sense of desire. “China-onii…” He breathed, scrabbling for both air and attention. “Russia-san… please.”
“Please what, Japan?” China asked, letting the words echo against his younger brother’s lips. Japan shuddered in reply, not wanting to acknowledge his own feelings. Silently, China understood, and began fingering the well-tied knot of Japan’s obi. Japan’s breathing became heavy and rattled, and he became weak at the knees, with a slight gasp, he sunk, bringing a surprised China down with him. The two landed with a dull thud onto grass and scattered pink petals. Russia followed suit, albeit more graceful than the sudden loss of composure of the two Asian nations. In their new position, China finally loosened the obi and peeled it from Japan’s waist. Before China could remove the kimono, Japan clutched his wrist with pleading eyes. “China-san… I don’t like to be so exposed.”
China moved his hands to hold Japan’s, caressing the fingers softly. “Ah, brother - would it make you feel better if Russia and I removed our kimonos as well?”
“Nante?” Japan shouted, scuttling slightly backwards without realizing his switch to his natural language.
Russia smiled as he and China shifted towards each other. “We can give you a show, little Japan. We know how fond you are of watching.”
“E-eh?!”
China loosened the front of his own kimono, showing his neck and an expanse of pearly chest. Russia, to Japan’s shock, leaned in to nip at the skin. China moaned almost girlishly and begged Russia to continue. As Russia worked the crimson fabric of China’s attire, the Asian man worked the crude knot of Russia’s obi. It was quite the show, Japan affirmed; his arousal was already prominent. He yanked the robes around himself, not allowing the other nations to see. He could almost hear them laugh at his expense. Nevertheless, China and Russia continued their show, stripping the fabric of their kimonos from pale skin until they were sitting naked in pools of their own clothing, still touching each other sensually. Japan’s eyes widened and clamped shut at the sight of their open nudity. It embarrassed him to see the other men, pale skin flushed, and erect for anyone to see. It humiliated him so much that he refused to open his eyes, tears stinging in the corners and face contorted in embarrassment.
He heard a rustle as one of the men approached. By the soft touch, he presumed it was China, wiping the tears with a slender thumb. “Brother, don’t cry. We do this for you. Open your eyes or we will be forced to open them for you.”
“I can’t do this, onii-san. I ca-augh!” His words were choked in his throat as hands found their way into the folds of his navy kimono and under the fabric of his underwear. Russia, this time, took hold of his growing erection and slid his palm along the length. It was in no way as long as China’s and he didn’t want to get started on Russia’s length, but Japan could tell Russia was enjoying what he felt. His eyes shot open when Russia thumbed the head, running the pad of his large thumb over the already leaking slit. “Russia!” Japan moaned, his eyes glazing over as the larger man began to pump. China shifted behind the small nation, grasping Japan’s head and resting it on his knees. “Lie back, brother. Let us undress you.”
Japan choked back a sob as China pulled the front of his robes away from his slender body and Russia dragged his underwear down his legs in a languid motion. Within moments, He was pulled with his back pressed to China’s chest. Russia coaxed the smallest man’s legs open with the flat of his hands, searching for the puckered hole. China pressed his lips to the smaller man’s neck and whispered, “It’s going to hurt, brother. Just breathe, love. We’ll do it all for you.”
When Russia found what he was looking for he smirked and wiggled one finger into Japan’s entrance. The small man gasped in pain and bliss as Russia worked into him. It was strange seeing the large man so gentle, but there was no reason to argue it. It made him smile for a split second until the finger once again began to undulate. China pressed his lips to Japan’s quivering lips, breathing reassurances as Russia added another painful finger and even began to scissor. Japan knew how much pain he would later feel, but was actually quite content with the situation. It felt amazing and new, and Russia was gentle enough to not hurt him and fast enough to still be mind-blowing. When Russia pulled his fingers out, he gave a light kiss to Japan’s nose. “Rest easy, little Japan. We will take good care of you.”
China ran his fingers through Japan’s short black strands. “Lie back on Russia, brother. We’re not finished yet.”
Japan turned to lay his head on Russia’s legs, but noticed the larger man stroking himself, almost neglected. Japan blushed a deep crimson before striking up the courage to ask, “Russia, d-do you want me to take care of,” a gulp, “your problem for you?”
Russia looked at Japan, slightly shocked at his offer, and back up at China. He nodded curtly and Russia smiled down at the submissive Asian nation. “I don’t see why not.”
Russia sprawled on the ground with Japan on his hands and knees between his legs. China, with a slight sigh, positioned himself behind Japan. “Are you sure you want to do this, aru?”
Japan nodded, and leaned forward, taking part of Russia’s length in his mouth. It was thick and hard, and Japan ran his tongue tentatively over the ridges. He licked and sucked, pleasing the larger nation who began breathing jaggedly. Japan’s satisfaction was nearly short-lived when he felt hands on his lower back, spreading him apart. His breath hitched as China slid his cock into Japan’s entrance. “C-CHINA!” Japan gasped, his eyes wide.
Russia grabbed a fistful of Japan’s hair and commanded, “Suck. Keep your mind off the pain, da.”
Japan nodded, sucking what he could swallow and touching what he could not. Russia seemed satisfied, but Japan couldn’t help but sweat passionately as China rammed into him over and over and over…
Japan could feel his own cock twitch and shudder with anticipation. He knew what was coming (quite literally, himself), and feared that he had not satisfied Russia enough. The larger nation was still completely rigid, despite his look of entertainment and satisfaction. China on the other hand grunted and began to moan, “I’m about - oh gods, aru!”
Japan squeezed his eyes shut, releasing Russia’s cock from his mouth. “C-China. I - Ah~!”
Japan came with a shudder and collapsed into Russia’s lap when he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. China immediately followed after, panting heavily. Russia, on the other hand, satisfied himself with the appearance of the tired, flushed Asian brothers and stroked himself into a state of release. Japan stared at his two neighbors - lovers? - with sparkling, glassy eyes. “That was absolutely… Wonderful.”
Russia smirked, and even China let out a tired smile. Russia and China dressed themselves before easing Japan into his own clothes. He was blissfully sore, and winced with movement. After he was dressed, Russia lifted Japan onto his back with the smaller man’s arms around his neck. They walked, slowly, back to Japan’s house. No one had to know what happened in the woods under the cherry blossom trees, but to be quite honest, Japan was too happy to care who found out.
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: Russia/China/Japan
Rating: R-18
Warnings: Explicit Threesome
Summary: Japan just wants to see the cherry blossoms, but Russia and China have other plans.
Japan was a very beautiful man. His skin was porcelain - fragile and flawless - and his eyes were deep and thoughtful. Contrary to his beauty, he was reclusive and didn’t seem to desire the company of others. Of course, when the grace of spring came, he would retreat from the seclusion of his home to see the radiance of the yearly blooming of cherry blossoms. He dressed thoughtfully, donning a comfortable (but not overly-so; he did require an air of formality) navy blue kimono and cream and blue striped kaku obi. His clothes were formal enough to satisfy a judgmental onlooker, but he most certainly wasn’t expecting company.
Especially not his neighbors to the west at his door as he prepared to leave. China bowed his head slightly at Japan, who had frozen in his footsteps, and Russia smiled (a smile that lingered somewhere between cute and creepy) tilting his head slightly. They were both wearing kimonos - or rather, China wore a kimono while Russia, who was used to far colder weather this time of year, wore a yukata. China’s kimono was deep crimson with white lotus flowers embroidered up the side and a yellow obi. Russia’s yukata was simply blue, and appeared to be crudely made, presumably by China himself, with a green obi wrapped around his broad middle. They weren’t expected in the slightest; nevertheless, Japan smiled at his two guests. Of course, they had journeyed quite far and, based on their dress, they were there to enjoy the cherry blossoms alongside the quiet nation. “Ah, hello, friends. It is very good to see you. I hope you had a pleasant trip here. I was not expecting guests, but I can prepare some tea.”
“It’s fine, aru,” China spoke, crisply and quickly as though to keep Russia from burdening the island nation with a different answer. Russia did have a problem with bluntness. “You seemed to be leaving. We wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”
“We came to accompany you actually.” Russia said with another dual-meaning smirk. “We would like to see cherry blossoms with our friend, Japan.”
Japan sighed. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Russia or China. On the contrary, both men were friendly and attractive. China certainly had an androgynous charm whereas Russia was rough and masculine. Japan’s eyes sparkled as his inner fanboy shouted, “BARA! BARA! BARA!” Shaking the thought away with a blush, Japan graciously answered, “I would be honored if the two of you joined me. There’s a really lovely bridge that I like to take, and there’s a delicious food stand nearby that has very good takoyaki and dango.”
To Japan’s utmost surprise, China grasped his left hand while Russia gripped his right. Russia was the one to speak after several seconds of a shocked stillness. “Now, now, Japan. You won’t make us wait, da? We are here to see the cherry blossoms with you. Lead the way, if you please.”
It was creepy and awkward. Japan didn’t exactly know what to do other than blush at the two smiling nations with a death grip on each hand. With a deep, courageous breath, he stepped forward, walking in synch between China and Russia. At first, it was uncomfortable - silent and stiff. Yet, as they reached the pink blooms, Japan began to relax. He felt more comfortable with the hands. China’s were cool with a slender femininity that defied his constant work, and entwined between Japan’s fingers. Russia’s hands, on the other hand (pun intended), were large, slightly calloused, and engulfed the entirety of Japan’s hand with a comforting warmth. Japan smiled, pulling the hands to his chest. “I am glad you surprised me. It’s quite lovely to walk with you. The cherry blossoms seem even more beautiful than ever before.”
China lifted his free hand towards a drooping sakura tree branch. “Yes, they are quite beautiful, aru. Soft and flawless.”
“Much like our little Japan, da?”
Japan turned a deep crimson and dropped the hands entwined with his. “I wouldn’t say that. I am not as beautiful as the flowers. In fact, I wouldn’t say I am beautiful at all.”
China placed a cool hand against the side of Japan’s face. “Brother, don’t say such a thing. You are so lovely.” With his sentiments, he pressed his lips against the younger nation’s. China was gentle, and Japan gripped the back of the elder nation’s kimono as China passionately kissed. In the background, Russia coughed. China pulled away with irritation, and yelped through gritted teeth, “Oh, so you think you can kiss him better than me, aru?”
“Ch-China-san!”
Russia smirked, “As a matter of fact, I do believe I can. Your kisses are as old fashioned as you are, China.”
“Russia-san! Please!”
“Please what, my little Japan?” Russia asked, running his hands languidly along the edge of the island nation’s jaw. “Please kiss you? Oh gladly. But not just yet, my sweet. I want to map your skin so I know how to best make you one with Mother Russia.”
There was a malicious grin in Russia’s eye as he ran his fingers over white skin and through soft, black hair. Russia took in the dips and structures of Japan’s face and neck before finally pressing his own lips to those China had previously kissed. Russia was certainly different, though Japan couldn’t determine the superior. Russia’s kisses were rough and dominant. What they lacked in softness, they made up for in passion. Russia’s tongue took no time to begin its exploration of Japan’s cavernous mouth. He licked, sucked, and even bit in a fit of arousal. China refused to allow Russia to steal the spotlight. He grasped the small island and began to kiss with his own form of passion. The transfer was sloppy and left Japan heaving, grasping for breaths between his encounters with the two men. Russia was licking and nipping along his ear and neck, while China was plastered to his lips. By the time their joint kiss was broken. Japan’s normally shadowy eyes were glassy and sparkled. He blushed a deep crimson and adjusted his blue kimono. “I don’t know what to say…”
China smirked, his own chest heaving up and down, his age slipping through his young appearance. “Tell us how it was, of course.”
“It was absolutely…” Magestic? Arousing? Passionate?
“Embarrassing.”
Now there was an answer that sent metaphorical arrows through the chests of both China and Russia. Japan uncomfortably gripped his arms and shivered. “Seriously, you two. What if we had been spotted? I cannot be seen kissing strange men in my own country in public! It was quite uncomfortable.”
“Oh?” Russia said, a bit downcast, but with an almost hopeful glint in his light violet eyes. “Then can we hope that you would be more responsive in a more private place?”
“I suppose so, but I don’t understand why that would matt- Hey!” Russia had lifted the smaller man onto a shoulder carried Japan towards a cluster of sakura trees that was not visible to passersby. “What do you think you’re doing, Russia-san!” Japan asked, a bit unsettled by the larger man’s actions in collaboration with his brother’s.
“You said you did not want to be seen, da? We can arrange that.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “No one to see our little Japan writhe but me and China, da.”
He laughed, a cold and treacherous string of “kols” that even made China noticeably shiver. “Stop that laughing, Russia! We’re not here to force Japan to do something against his will, aru! We want him to be comfortable.”
“Comfortable?” Japan spluttered, his blush becoming angry. “What are you two doing? Please put me down!”
“Da,” Russia curtly said, his mouth twisting into a thin smile as he roughly flipped Japan onto his feet. “We are here anyway. Nice and alone.”
Japan felt two sets of eyes - one set slender and brown, the other an icy lilac - bore into him. It unsettled him, and he clutched the opening of his kimono at his neck to close his body from the abrasive eyes. He knew what was coming next; he’d seen enough hentai to know. In a way, he wanted to be fawned over and touched by his fellow nations. Then again, he was the nation with the least experience, preferring his seclusion (and body pillows) to human contact. He shuddered slightly, waiting for the other two to make the first move.
Russia was the first to act, tilting Japan’s chin upward to find a happy medium between Russia’s impressive height and Japan’s compact figure. The kiss was just as passionate as before, and Japan, still shaking, clamped his eyes closed and allowed Russia access to his virginal mouth. As Russia plundered his mouth, China kissed along the edge of his jaw and down his neck from behind. When he reached the juncture between neck and shoulder, Japan released a soft moan. “Oh? Does Little Japan like it when China kisses like that?”
Taking it as an invitation, Russia proceeded to run his tongue from the corner of Japan’s lip to his shoulder, slowly sliding the opening of the smaller man’s kimono off the slope of the shoulder. Japan threw his head back, wincing slightly at the burn the wet trail left on his skin. China, irritated that Russia was eliciting such a reaction while his attempts were left unnoticed, followed Russia’s example and sensually peeled the kimono from his younger brother’s upper body. The blue material pooled around the obi, leaving Japan’s chest exposed. The younger felt uncomfortable, and grappled for the security of his clothes. His hands, however, were halted by Russia. This bondage allowed China to explore the newly exposed chest with agile fingers. Japan yelped slightly as the elder toyed with his nipples, giving the right one a slight twist. Russia silenced him with a quick peck at the corner of his mouth. “Hush, Japan. You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you?”
Japan shuddered, his brow soaked with sweat, as he nodded. Privacy was key, and he didn’t want anyone to see him in such a state. Russia smiled, “Good boy. It is sad though. I wanted to hear you scream.”
Russia let go of Japan’s hands and wrapped his arms around the naked torso. His hands were warm and left the smaller nation needy. The gentle touches shook him with arousal, and China, who was now sucking Japan’s bottom lip, only added to the overwhelming sense of desire. “China-onii…” He breathed, scrabbling for both air and attention. “Russia-san… please.”
“Please what, Japan?” China asked, letting the words echo against his younger brother’s lips. Japan shuddered in reply, not wanting to acknowledge his own feelings. Silently, China understood, and began fingering the well-tied knot of Japan’s obi. Japan’s breathing became heavy and rattled, and he became weak at the knees, with a slight gasp, he sunk, bringing a surprised China down with him. The two landed with a dull thud onto grass and scattered pink petals. Russia followed suit, albeit more graceful than the sudden loss of composure of the two Asian nations. In their new position, China finally loosened the obi and peeled it from Japan’s waist. Before China could remove the kimono, Japan clutched his wrist with pleading eyes. “China-san… I don’t like to be so exposed.”
China moved his hands to hold Japan’s, caressing the fingers softly. “Ah, brother - would it make you feel better if Russia and I removed our kimonos as well?”
“Nante?” Japan shouted, scuttling slightly backwards without realizing his switch to his natural language.
Russia smiled as he and China shifted towards each other. “We can give you a show, little Japan. We know how fond you are of watching.”
“E-eh?!”
China loosened the front of his own kimono, showing his neck and an expanse of pearly chest. Russia, to Japan’s shock, leaned in to nip at the skin. China moaned almost girlishly and begged Russia to continue. As Russia worked the crimson fabric of China’s attire, the Asian man worked the crude knot of Russia’s obi. It was quite the show, Japan affirmed; his arousal was already prominent. He yanked the robes around himself, not allowing the other nations to see. He could almost hear them laugh at his expense. Nevertheless, China and Russia continued their show, stripping the fabric of their kimonos from pale skin until they were sitting naked in pools of their own clothing, still touching each other sensually. Japan’s eyes widened and clamped shut at the sight of their open nudity. It embarrassed him to see the other men, pale skin flushed, and erect for anyone to see. It humiliated him so much that he refused to open his eyes, tears stinging in the corners and face contorted in embarrassment.
He heard a rustle as one of the men approached. By the soft touch, he presumed it was China, wiping the tears with a slender thumb. “Brother, don’t cry. We do this for you. Open your eyes or we will be forced to open them for you.”
“I can’t do this, onii-san. I ca-augh!” His words were choked in his throat as hands found their way into the folds of his navy kimono and under the fabric of his underwear. Russia, this time, took hold of his growing erection and slid his palm along the length. It was in no way as long as China’s and he didn’t want to get started on Russia’s length, but Japan could tell Russia was enjoying what he felt. His eyes shot open when Russia thumbed the head, running the pad of his large thumb over the already leaking slit. “Russia!” Japan moaned, his eyes glazing over as the larger man began to pump. China shifted behind the small nation, grasping Japan’s head and resting it on his knees. “Lie back, brother. Let us undress you.”
Japan choked back a sob as China pulled the front of his robes away from his slender body and Russia dragged his underwear down his legs in a languid motion. Within moments, He was pulled with his back pressed to China’s chest. Russia coaxed the smallest man’s legs open with the flat of his hands, searching for the puckered hole. China pressed his lips to the smaller man’s neck and whispered, “It’s going to hurt, brother. Just breathe, love. We’ll do it all for you.”
When Russia found what he was looking for he smirked and wiggled one finger into Japan’s entrance. The small man gasped in pain and bliss as Russia worked into him. It was strange seeing the large man so gentle, but there was no reason to argue it. It made him smile for a split second until the finger once again began to undulate. China pressed his lips to Japan’s quivering lips, breathing reassurances as Russia added another painful finger and even began to scissor. Japan knew how much pain he would later feel, but was actually quite content with the situation. It felt amazing and new, and Russia was gentle enough to not hurt him and fast enough to still be mind-blowing. When Russia pulled his fingers out, he gave a light kiss to Japan’s nose. “Rest easy, little Japan. We will take good care of you.”
China ran his fingers through Japan’s short black strands. “Lie back on Russia, brother. We’re not finished yet.”
Japan turned to lay his head on Russia’s legs, but noticed the larger man stroking himself, almost neglected. Japan blushed a deep crimson before striking up the courage to ask, “Russia, d-do you want me to take care of,” a gulp, “your problem for you?”
Russia looked at Japan, slightly shocked at his offer, and back up at China. He nodded curtly and Russia smiled down at the submissive Asian nation. “I don’t see why not.”
Russia sprawled on the ground with Japan on his hands and knees between his legs. China, with a slight sigh, positioned himself behind Japan. “Are you sure you want to do this, aru?”
Japan nodded, and leaned forward, taking part of Russia’s length in his mouth. It was thick and hard, and Japan ran his tongue tentatively over the ridges. He licked and sucked, pleasing the larger nation who began breathing jaggedly. Japan’s satisfaction was nearly short-lived when he felt hands on his lower back, spreading him apart. His breath hitched as China slid his cock into Japan’s entrance. “C-CHINA!” Japan gasped, his eyes wide.
Russia grabbed a fistful of Japan’s hair and commanded, “Suck. Keep your mind off the pain, da.”
Japan nodded, sucking what he could swallow and touching what he could not. Russia seemed satisfied, but Japan couldn’t help but sweat passionately as China rammed into him over and over and over…
Japan could feel his own cock twitch and shudder with anticipation. He knew what was coming (quite literally, himself), and feared that he had not satisfied Russia enough. The larger nation was still completely rigid, despite his look of entertainment and satisfaction. China on the other hand grunted and began to moan, “I’m about - oh gods, aru!”
Japan squeezed his eyes shut, releasing Russia’s cock from his mouth. “C-China. I - Ah~!”
Japan came with a shudder and collapsed into Russia’s lap when he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. China immediately followed after, panting heavily. Russia, on the other hand, satisfied himself with the appearance of the tired, flushed Asian brothers and stroked himself into a state of release. Japan stared at his two neighbors - lovers? - with sparkling, glassy eyes. “That was absolutely… Wonderful.”
Russia smirked, and even China let out a tired smile. Russia and China dressed themselves before easing Japan into his own clothes. He was blissfully sore, and winced with movement. After he was dressed, Russia lifted Japan onto his back with the smaller man’s arms around his neck. They walked, slowly, back to Japan’s house. No one had to know what happened in the woods under the cherry blossom trees, but to be quite honest, Japan was too happy to care who found out.