[APH] Natural High
Title: Natural High
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters/Pairings: France/South Italy/Spain/North Italy/Greece
Genre/Rating/Warnings: mature/NC17/PWP, bad smut
Summary/Excerpt: Greece, Romano, Italy, France and Spain celebrate the 2010 World Cup win in bed.
Natural High
The five of them ran out into the streets of Johannesburg trailing a gigantic Spanish flag behind them and screaming bloody fuck for everyone to hear. The fans they passed by donned in crimson and gold hollered and cheered after them, waving flags of their own roaring “Viva España! Viva España!” into the night sky.
Without looking back, they reached the hotel and just barely closed the door when France crashed his lips with Spain’s.
The flag was laid reverently on a chair before Romano dragged the 2010 World Cup champion by the back of his shirt and threw him to the bed. All at once, they pounced on him, licking his neck, snaking hands beneath his jersey, tugging clothing away and stealing kisses.
Greece pressed up behind Spain and lifted his shirt high above his head. Tossing it aside, he trailed wet smacking kisses down his back, sending shivers like electric current down Spain’s spine-burning with the fervor of street parties in Madrid tonight-The Greek’s large, warm, saliva-slick finger traced the rim of his asshole while his mouth returned to his neck, sucking the spot where it and his shoulder met, making him moan with need.
“Sh-shower, guys…” Spain breathed out, barely audible amidst lustful sighs.
“Screw the shower, cher,” said France. “You’re ours tonight.”
Italy let out a happy ‘Ve~’ and crawled up Spain’s thighs, hungrily licking his nipple with fondling the other with his right hand. Italy’s wandering left ventured behind Spain and found Greece’s hardening cock. He took it and started pumping, thumbing the slit glistening with precum, feeling it pulse beneath his grip. He heard Greece hiss and nip Spain’s neck at the sensation, making Spain squirm in surprise.
Romano settled beneath his brother, planting open mouthed kisses on Spain’s inner thighs before taking his aching, stiff cock into his mouth. Spain moaned once more, feeling the familiar, powerful tightening deep inside his abdomen. With the triple assault on his sensitive spots, he felt pushed and pushed toward the edge. But no, it wasn’t enough. Pleasure rose and subsided in frustrating waves, the tight coil inside him winding further. He thrust into Romano’s mouth and cried out when the Italian pulled away, licking his lips.
“You bastard…”
Spain laughed shakily as Greece licked his ear and Italy tweaked his nipples. “S-sorry Lovi. Aah…hah.”
“Don’t lose it yet, Antonio,” France said with a grin that could have made all of them come. He knelt behind Italy and Romano, hands positioned where Spain couldn’t see but knew. “The night’s just begun.”
Indeed, it only has. Shouts of ‘Ole! Ole!’ from outside meekly permeated the hotel windows, hushing humbled by the grunts and pants of the five nations on the bed. Within him, Spain could feel the ecstasy sweeping across Madrid and the rest of his cities. Or he wasn’t so sure, because Italy and Romano were keening on top of him. Greece was relentlessly rubbing the inside of his ass-two, three fingers, so good so HOT--Once or twice, probing fingertips found his sweet spot, making him cry out and squirm and beg for release. It wasn’t enough.
“Shit, you basta-aah-shit.” Romano moaned as France’s right hand stroked his cock. Beside them, Italy, being fondled with France’s left, had abandoned Spain’s chest and was on all fours on the sheets, dripping with need. His eyes were shut tight and his face was flushed, lip swollen, bitten and red to keep himself from crying out.
Greece and Spain watched them from half-lidded eyes and licked their lips.
“Spread him,” France told the former and he obeyed. It took a moment for Spain to catch up on what was going on.
“Hey wh…Ita-chan and Lovi inside me? Aah, it’s Boss’s dream come true~”
Romano smacked him on the head.
They shifted. Romano and Italy sat facing each other with their legs open wide and their cocks rubbing each other in time to the mattress bouncing, creating white hot friction that would make them burst at any moment. France sat behind Romano and Greece sat behind Italy. Spain, with a wildly racing heart, sank slowly on the cocks of the two brothers.
“Fuck.”
It burned. It fucking burned so bad Spain wanted to pull out and Romano wanted to come right there. Italy squirmed with discomfort, making the other two cry out with pain and pleasure.
“Don’t just move like that, damn it!”
“Ve~ someone has to move!”
“Ow.” was all that Spain could manage.
“Breathe, cher,” France said, watching the scene before him with a desperate hunger.
Soon the burning in his ass subsided and Spain sank further down, engulfing the Italies to the base of their cocks.
“This is a horrible idea-!“ Romano began but before he could continue, Greece pushed in from behind at the same time France pushed in behind Italy. They screamed…
…and moved.
France and Greece thrust from behind, making Romano and Italy push into Spain. It was sloppy, it was steady, it hurt, it was tiring but hot damned be them if it wasn’t so fucking good. Spain could hardly catch his breath as every thrust hit his prostate again and again, if not with Romano’s cock then with Italy’s. The tiny moans and grunts coming from the brothers below him was driving him closer and closer to the release. Delicious squelches from where they were connected with Greece and France resounded in the hotel room.
“P-please…n-no more,” Italy cried out, tears streaming from his glazed eyes. By Romano’s raw pants, Spain could tell he couldn’t even think straight anymore.
“T-too much…”
France and Greece thrust harder and faster, each pound reverberating into Spain’s very core, sending shock after shock of absolute pleasure from the base of his ass, up to his spine and out to his arms and legs that were turning into jelly.
“Gonna come,” Greece said. The rest of them weren’t far off either.
Spain could see it replaying in his head. A pass was made to Iniesta and the Dutch were closing in on him, but before they could slide the ball out of his reach, Iniesta threw a gorgeous kick and score the goal.
“Aaah!” Spain came in thick hot jets, spasming hard around Italy and Romano who came shortly after, bringing France and Greece with them, crying out in delight.
The five of them, thoroughly spent, collapsed on the bed, sweaty and unbearably hot. Romano was the first to roll over, sighing at the cool air that met his sore behind. France crawled over to where Spain was grinning stupidly and gave him a searing kiss.
“Congratulations on winning the World Cup, España.”
END
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters/Pairings: France/South Italy/Spain/North Italy/Greece
Genre/Rating/Warnings: mature/NC17/PWP, bad smut
Summary/Excerpt: Greece, Romano, Italy, France and Spain celebrate the 2010 World Cup win in bed.
Natural High
The five of them ran out into the streets of Johannesburg trailing a gigantic Spanish flag behind them and screaming bloody fuck for everyone to hear. The fans they passed by donned in crimson and gold hollered and cheered after them, waving flags of their own roaring “Viva España! Viva España!” into the night sky.
Without looking back, they reached the hotel and just barely closed the door when France crashed his lips with Spain’s.
The flag was laid reverently on a chair before Romano dragged the 2010 World Cup champion by the back of his shirt and threw him to the bed. All at once, they pounced on him, licking his neck, snaking hands beneath his jersey, tugging clothing away and stealing kisses.
Greece pressed up behind Spain and lifted his shirt high above his head. Tossing it aside, he trailed wet smacking kisses down his back, sending shivers like electric current down Spain’s spine-burning with the fervor of street parties in Madrid tonight-The Greek’s large, warm, saliva-slick finger traced the rim of his asshole while his mouth returned to his neck, sucking the spot where it and his shoulder met, making him moan with need.
“Sh-shower, guys…” Spain breathed out, barely audible amidst lustful sighs.
“Screw the shower, cher,” said France. “You’re ours tonight.”
Italy let out a happy ‘Ve~’ and crawled up Spain’s thighs, hungrily licking his nipple with fondling the other with his right hand. Italy’s wandering left ventured behind Spain and found Greece’s hardening cock. He took it and started pumping, thumbing the slit glistening with precum, feeling it pulse beneath his grip. He heard Greece hiss and nip Spain’s neck at the sensation, making Spain squirm in surprise.
Romano settled beneath his brother, planting open mouthed kisses on Spain’s inner thighs before taking his aching, stiff cock into his mouth. Spain moaned once more, feeling the familiar, powerful tightening deep inside his abdomen. With the triple assault on his sensitive spots, he felt pushed and pushed toward the edge. But no, it wasn’t enough. Pleasure rose and subsided in frustrating waves, the tight coil inside him winding further. He thrust into Romano’s mouth and cried out when the Italian pulled away, licking his lips.
“You bastard…”
Spain laughed shakily as Greece licked his ear and Italy tweaked his nipples. “S-sorry Lovi. Aah…hah.”
“Don’t lose it yet, Antonio,” France said with a grin that could have made all of them come. He knelt behind Italy and Romano, hands positioned where Spain couldn’t see but knew. “The night’s just begun.”
Indeed, it only has. Shouts of ‘Ole! Ole!’ from outside meekly permeated the hotel windows, hushing humbled by the grunts and pants of the five nations on the bed. Within him, Spain could feel the ecstasy sweeping across Madrid and the rest of his cities. Or he wasn’t so sure, because Italy and Romano were keening on top of him. Greece was relentlessly rubbing the inside of his ass-two, three fingers, so good so HOT--Once or twice, probing fingertips found his sweet spot, making him cry out and squirm and beg for release. It wasn’t enough.
“Shit, you basta-aah-shit.” Romano moaned as France’s right hand stroked his cock. Beside them, Italy, being fondled with France’s left, had abandoned Spain’s chest and was on all fours on the sheets, dripping with need. His eyes were shut tight and his face was flushed, lip swollen, bitten and red to keep himself from crying out.
Greece and Spain watched them from half-lidded eyes and licked their lips.
“Spread him,” France told the former and he obeyed. It took a moment for Spain to catch up on what was going on.
“Hey wh…Ita-chan and Lovi inside me? Aah, it’s Boss’s dream come true~”
Romano smacked him on the head.
They shifted. Romano and Italy sat facing each other with their legs open wide and their cocks rubbing each other in time to the mattress bouncing, creating white hot friction that would make them burst at any moment. France sat behind Romano and Greece sat behind Italy. Spain, with a wildly racing heart, sank slowly on the cocks of the two brothers.
“Fuck.”
It burned. It fucking burned so bad Spain wanted to pull out and Romano wanted to come right there. Italy squirmed with discomfort, making the other two cry out with pain and pleasure.
“Don’t just move like that, damn it!”
“Ve~ someone has to move!”
“Ow.” was all that Spain could manage.
“Breathe, cher,” France said, watching the scene before him with a desperate hunger.
Soon the burning in his ass subsided and Spain sank further down, engulfing the Italies to the base of their cocks.
“This is a horrible idea-!“ Romano began but before he could continue, Greece pushed in from behind at the same time France pushed in behind Italy. They screamed…
…and moved.
France and Greece thrust from behind, making Romano and Italy push into Spain. It was sloppy, it was steady, it hurt, it was tiring but hot damned be them if it wasn’t so fucking good. Spain could hardly catch his breath as every thrust hit his prostate again and again, if not with Romano’s cock then with Italy’s. The tiny moans and grunts coming from the brothers below him was driving him closer and closer to the release. Delicious squelches from where they were connected with Greece and France resounded in the hotel room.
“P-please…n-no more,” Italy cried out, tears streaming from his glazed eyes. By Romano’s raw pants, Spain could tell he couldn’t even think straight anymore.
“T-too much…”
France and Greece thrust harder and faster, each pound reverberating into Spain’s very core, sending shock after shock of absolute pleasure from the base of his ass, up to his spine and out to his arms and legs that were turning into jelly.
“Gonna come,” Greece said. The rest of them weren’t far off either.
Spain could see it replaying in his head. A pass was made to Iniesta and the Dutch were closing in on him, but before they could slide the ball out of his reach, Iniesta threw a gorgeous kick and score the goal.
“Aaah!” Spain came in thick hot jets, spasming hard around Italy and Romano who came shortly after, bringing France and Greece with them, crying out in delight.
The five of them, thoroughly spent, collapsed on the bed, sweaty and unbearably hot. Romano was the first to roll over, sighing at the cool air that met his sore behind. France crawled over to where Spain was grinning stupidly and gave him a searing kiss.
“Congratulations on winning the World Cup, España.”
END