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Every country knew not to take potions from England, but no one had ever told Italy why, and he didn’t care anyway. He had wanted to remove his inhibition; the only thing he cared about was that it would do all that, and to England’s credit, it had. Italy just hadn’t realized what those inhibitions would mean to someone who wasn’t him, and he’d certainly never have guessed what would happen if Germany had been the one to drink the potion.
“Germany, you have to stop-”
“Am I no good? Sorry, I’ve never kissed anyone- I’m glad you don’t taste like garlic. I kind of thought you would.” Humiliation choked him, and his knees tightened in an attempt to hide exactly how much he did like it; not that he could reply with Germany claiming his mouth as he was and he wasn’t strong enough to offer much struggle. Not from thick arms nor the admissions coming from the tall, blonde nation.
Germany’s large hand expanded his jaw and cheek, almost too firm to effortlessly keep Italy trapped in his kisses. It was close, so dangerously close to the long, thin curl in his hair. Just the tempestuous graze was making Italy’s vital region react, but despite his twisting Germany held strong.
“My, my curl,”
“You look really cute when I touch it. Hey, how does it feel? ”
Like you’re touching my dick. But he wouldn’t say that. Instead, he clenched his knees, not that it did any good, nor did it stop Germany from capturing his lips again, stealing Italy’s scream as Germany’s thumb and forefinger finally ran along the length of that curl. “It hurts.”
"Doesn't look like it hurts," Germany chuckled darkly, finding amusement in Italy's feeble protests. His grip on the delicate curl tightened, giving it a sharp tug that elicited another muffled whimper from the smaller nation's lips. "Oh, mein Schatz, your pretty little curl is far too sensitive for its own good," he purred, voice dripping with sadistic glee. "But I'm afraid that's not going to stop me."
With his free hand, Germany palmed Italy's crotch roughly, feeling the tiny bulge barely straining against the fabric. He smirked at the pathetic display. "My, what an adorable little clit you have down there. Practically nonexistent!" Germany taunted mercilessly, fingers kneading and squeezing the minuscule package.
"Don't worry, Liebling."
Italy whimpered and squirmed under Germany's rough groping, face burning with humiliation. "P-Please... it's too much!" he begged breathlessly, trying in vain to twist away from the humiliating fondling of his micro member.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Germany's cruel words stung worse than any physical pain. The mocking laughter made Italy want to disappear. "Nnngh... I'm not... I'm not a girl!" he protested weakly, even as his treacherous body responded to the stimulation.
The curl in his hair was pulled taut, forcing Italy's head back and exposing the slender column of his throat. He shuddered as Germany's hot breath ghosted over his sensitive skin. "Ahhn... w-wait..."
Germany's eyes glinted with wicked amusement at Italy's pitiful protests and tearful pleas. He drank in the sight of the smaller nation's flushed face and trembling form with sadistic delight. "Not a girl? Oh, but your body seems to beg to differ, mein hübscher Knabe," he growled, giving Italy's pathetic little nub another cruel squeeze.
Leaning in, Germany dragged his tongue along the exposed column of Italy's throat, tasting the salt of his tears and sweat. "Mmmm, you taste divine, Liebling. Like the sweetest ambrosia," he rumbled appreciatively before sinking his teeth into the juncture where neck meets shoulder, marking Italy as his possession.
A strangled cry tore from Italy's throat as Germany's teeth sank into his tender flesh, marking him like a piece of meat. His hips bucked involuntarily, grinding his achingly hard micro cock against the larger nation's palm. "Aaahhh! N-no more... please..." Italy whimpered brokenly, even as his body betrayed his desperate need.
Shame and arousal warred within him, the humiliation of being manhandled so roughly by a superior nation clashing with the intense pleasure radiating from his most sensitive spots. Tears streamed freely down his face now as he panted and writhed in Germany's iron grasp. "I can't... I'm going to... ahhhnnn!"
Italy's back arched sharply as his pathetic little dicklet twitched and throbbed, the stimulation finally pushing him over the edge.
Germany felt Italy's micro cock pulse and twitch against his palm as the smaller nation reached his pitiful climax. He sneered in disgust and amusement at how easily he'd reduced Italy to a sobbing, writhing mess with nothing more than some rough groping and degrading words.
"Did you just cum in your pants like a virgin schoolgirl, Italy?" Germany mocked cruelly, rubbing the damp spot on Italy's crotch for emphasis. "How utterly pathetic and weak. No wonder you're always getting pushed around."
He released Italy's hair, allowing the smaller nation to slump bonelessly against him. Germany's hand moved to grip Italy's chin, forcing him to meet his cold, blue gaze. "I've dreamt of you, and you'd give it up so easily? Are you really such a little slut?"
“N-no,” Italy trembled and whimpered as he came down from his shameful high, Germany's harsh words cutting deep. He couldn't meet the taller nation's piercing gaze, his face burning with mortification. "I... I'm sorry..." he whispered brokenly, voice small and choked with sobs.
His micro cock gave a feeble twitch at the degrading nickname, betraying his masochistic tendencies. Italy hated how his body reacted to Germany's cruelty, how much a part of him craved this treatment. "Please don't call me that..." he sniffled, tears still flowing freely. "I didn't mean to... it just happened..."
He tried to shrink further into himself, wishing he could disappear. Italy knew he was weak, knew he let others walk all over him. But Germany, Germany took care of him, Germany was safe...Germany would take him apart yes, but would also put him back together. "It was you. And you- I - you touched my curl..."
Germany's expression softened slightly at Italy's pitiful, tearful state, though the coldness never fully left his eyes. He sighed, running a thumb across Italy's lower lip almost gently in contrast to his earlier roughness. "Shh, es ist okay, mein armer Junge. You can't help being such a needy little thing, can you?"
His other hand slid down to grope Italy's ass, pulling the smaller nation flush against him. Germany's impressive bulge pressed insistently against Italy's hip. "Your body responds so eagerly to me. Like you were made to be used and filled by a real man," he purred darkly, rolling his hips suggestively. “With a real cock. You cute little clit, you need a real man to fuck you right, don't you? I can take care of you leibchein.”
Italy shuddered and whined softly as Germany groped his ass, pressing their bodies together intimately. He could feel the huge, hard bulge grinding against him and it made his spent little cocklet twitch with renewed interest. "Ooohh... G-Germany..." he mewled breathily, nuzzling into the taller nation's broad chest.
"You, you don't really want this.. it's just the potion," Italy babbled senslessly. His hands fisted in Germany's shirt, holding on for dear life as he ground back against the insistent pressure, despite his protests.
Germany chuckled lowly, amused by Italy's feeble attempts to deny his obvious desire. "Oh, I assure you, Liebling, this want has nothing to do with any potion," he murmured, voice a seductive rumble. "I've always desired you, always dreamed of having you spread out beneath me, begging so sweetly for my cock."
To emphasize his point, Germany grabbed a fistful of Italy's hair, yanking his head back to expose the slender column of his throat. He leaned in, dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin before biting down hard, sucking a vivid mark into the flesh. "Mmmm, you taste divine. Like the finest wine," Germany groaned appreciatively against Italy's neck. "I'm going to savor every inch of you, mein hübscher Knabe."
A keening moan spilled from Italy's lips as Germany marked his throat, the sharp sting of teeth sending jolts of painful pleasure straight to his core. "Ahhhnnn! G-Germany!" he cried out, back arching to press himself more fully into the taller nation's embrace. His micro cock strained against the confines of his pants, already rock hard again from the intense stimulation.
"I- I've wanted you too..." Italy confessed breathlessly, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with lust. "But...you're not in your right mind." The words tumbled out of him unbidden, his usual filter stripped away by overwhelming need and Germany's dominant presence. Italy's hands slid up to clutch at Germany's shoulders desperately, nails digging into the firm muscle. "Please... It's just the potion."
Germany's eyes flashed with annoyance at Italy's continued protests, his grip tightening possessively. "Enough with these foolish excuses," he growled, giving Italy's hair a sharp tug. "I know precisely what I want, and it's you, mein Schatz. All of you."
In one swift motion, Germany spun them around and pinned Italy against the wall, using his larger frame to cage the smaller nation in. He ground his massive erection against Italy's stomach, letting him feel every thick, hard inch. "Does this feel like a potion talking, Liebling?" Germany purred darkly, licking a stripe up Italy's neck before nipping at his earlobe. "No, this is pure, unadulterated lust. For you."
His hands slid down to grab Italy's thighs, hoisting him up and wrapping those slender legs around his waist.
Italy gasped and clung to Germany desperately as he was manhandled, legs automatically wrapping around the taller nation's waist. He could feel the scorching heat of Germany's huge cock pressing insistently against his stomach, making his own micro member throb with need. "Ooohh... Germany..." Italy whimpered, head falling back against the wall with a soft thud.
His hips rolled instinctively, grinding his cloth-covered erection against Germany's abs. The friction sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. "I... I don't know anymore..." Italy admitted dazedly, brain short-circuiting from the overwhelming sensations and Germany's dominant presence. "Everything feels so good... so right..."
Germany smirked triumphantly at Italy's dazed admission, knowing he had the smaller nation right where he wanted him. "That's it, mein hübscher Knabe. Stop fighting it and just feel," he coaxed, voice a low, seductive rumble. His hands slid under Italy's shirt, calloused palms skimming over smooth skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Leaning in, Germany captured Italy's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the smaller nation's needy whimpers. He licked into Italy's mouth possessively, dominating every inch. When they broke apart, both panting heavily, Germany fixed Italy with a heated stare. "Can I finally have you, Liebling?"
Italy whimpered into the kiss, melting against Germany as the taller nation's tongue plundered his mouth. When they parted, he was left dazed and panting, pupils blown wide with lust. At Germany's heated question, Italy's hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more friction. "Y-yes... please, Germany," he breathed, voice trembling with need.
Small hands fisted in Germany's hair, tugging lightly as Italy surged forward to capture the other nation's lips again in a clumsy, desperate kiss. He poured all his pent-up longing and desire into the liplock, finally giving in to the temptation he'd denied himself for so long. "Take me," Italy whimpered between kisses, grinding shamelessly against Germany. "I need you inside me... filling me deep..."
Germany groaned into the kiss, Italy's desperate pleas and shameless grinding driving him wild with lust. He nipped at the smaller nation's bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. "As you wish, mein Schatz," Germany purred darkly, voice heavy with promise.
In a show of strength, he carried Italy to the bedroom, laying him out like an offering, kissing him intermittently along the way. Germany took a moment to admire the debauched sight - Italy's hair mussed, lips swollen, chest heaving with anticipation. "So beautiful," he murmured reverently before descending upon the smaller nation like a starving man at a feast.
Germany mapped Italy's body with lips and teeth and tongue, determined to worship every inch of soft skin. He paid special attention to Italy's sensitive nipples, laving the buds with attention until they pebbled under his ministrations.
Italy arched and mewled beneath Germany's attentions, back bowing off the bed as sparks of pleasure shot through him. His hands scrabbled at the sheets, fisting the fabric as Germany worked his sensitive nipples with lips and tongue. "Ahhhnnn... Germany!" Italy cried out, head thrashing on the pillow. "More... please, more!"
He hooked a leg around Germany's hip, trying to pull the taller nation closer, silently begging for more contact. Italy's micro cock leaked steadily, peaking from it's sheath, leaving a wet spot on his pants as it throbbed with need. The stimulation to his chest had him seeing stars, each drag of Germany's tongue sending liquid heat pooling in his belly. "I'm yours," Italy panted, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensations and Germany's dominance. "All yours... please be...be gentle"
Germany's heart swelled with possessive pride at Italy's sweet surrender, a low, approving growl rumbling in his chest. "Ja, all mine," he confirmed huskily, placing a surprisingly tender kiss over Italy's rapidly beating heart. "And I will cherish you as such, mein Liebling."
Despite his earlier roughness, Germany gentled his touches, sensing Italy's nervousness. He sat back on his heels, drinking in the exquisite sight of the smaller nation spread out beneath him like a feast. With deft fingers, Germany made quick work of Italy's remaining clothes, baring him completely to his hungry gaze.
"Perfekt," Germany praised, running reverent hands over Italy's newly exposed skin.
Italy shivered as cool air hit his overheated skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of Germany's touch. He lay bare and vulnerable, heart pounding as he was laid open to the taller nation's heated gaze. A blush stained his cheeks and chest at the blatant appreciation in Germany's eyes.
"G-Germany, I..." Italy started, then trailed off uncertainly, suddenly shy despite his earlier desperation. His micro cock stood at attention, flushed and leaking steadily, drawing Germany's eye. Italy squirmed under the intense scrutiny, equal parts embarrassed and aroused. "Am I... am I enough for you?" he asked softly, old insecurities rearing their ugly heads.
Germany's expression softened with genuine affection at Italy's uncertain question. He cupped the smaller nation's face tenderly, thumbs brushing over flushed cheeks. "Mein Schatz, you are more than enough," he assured warmly, voice rich with sincerity. "You are perfect in every way - your beauty, your spirit, your passion. I have never wanted anyone as I want you."
To punctuate his words, Germany leaned down and captured Italy's lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all his desire and adoration into the sensual caress. He lavished attention on the smaller nation's mouth until Italy was breathless and pliant beneath him.
Breaking the kiss, Germany peppered Italy's face with soft pecks before trailing his lips down the slender column of his throat. "Let me show you just how much I appreciate every inch of you,"
Italy melted into the tender kiss, a soft sigh escaping him as Germany's words washed over him like a balm to his battered self-esteem. He tilted his head back to grant the taller nation better access to his throat, a shiver running through him as Germany's lips blazed a trail of fire on his sensitive skin.
"Yes... please, Germany," Italy breathed, voice trembling with anticipation and rekindled desire. His hands came up to stroke over Germany's broad shoulders and back, mapping the firm contours of muscle beneath warm skin. Italy's legs fell open invitingly, cradling Germany between them as he arched up to press their bodies closer.
"I trust you," he whispered, gazing up at Germany with eyes full of love and submission. In that moment, Italy knew he would give the taller nation anything, everything.
Germany's heart clenched at the raw trust and devotion shining in Italy's eyes. He vowed silently to cherish this gift, to make Italy feel loved and desired in ways he never had before. "Ich liebe dich," Germany murmured fervently against Italy's skin, the German endearment slipping out unbidden. He sealed the declaration with a tender kiss over Italy's rapidly beating heart.
Slowly, reverently, Germany began to map Italy's body with lips and hands, determined to worship every inch of silky skin. He traced the delicate lines of Italy's collarbones with his tongue before dipping into the hollow of his throat, relishing the quickening pulse there. Germany's hands skimmed over Italy's sides and hips, calloused palms creating delicious friction.
Italy gasped and writhed beneath Germany's sensual assault, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensation and emotion. Each brush of lips, each caress of hands stoked the flames of his desire higher. "Ahh... Germany..." he panted, back arching to press himself more fully into the taller nation's touch.
When Germany's fingers brushed teasingly over his inner thighs, Italy's legs fell open wider in silent invitation. His micro cock bobbed and wept with arousal, the tip glistening with precum. "Please..." Italy whimpered needily, hips canting up in a wordless plea for more direct stimulation as he simultaneously tugged at the taller nation's clothes. "Touch me... I need to feel you...off, take these off!"
Germany chuckled lowly at Italy's increasingly desperate pleas, darkly amused and deeply aroused by the smaller nation's wanton display. "So impatient, mein Schatz," he teased, even as his own hands flew to remove his clothing with record speed. Within moments, Germany was as bare as Italy, his magnificent physique on full display.
Italy's eyes widened and a strangled moan escaped him as Germany's impressive length sprang free, thick and hard and mouthwateringly large. It twitched under Italy's awestruck gaze, a bead of precum forming at the tip. "Oh my..." Italy breathed, equal parts intimidated and thrilled by the prospect of taking such a massive cock inside him.
Italy reached out tentatively, small hand wrapping around Germany's girthy shaft with a shuddering gasp. He marveled at the weight and heat of it, feeling it pulse against his palm. Slowly, almost reverently, Italy began to stroke Germany's length, smearing the pearl of precum around the swollen head.
"S-so big," he marveled breathlessly, looking up at Germany with eyes dark with lust and trepidation. "Will it fit? I've never... I mean, you're so much bigger than-" Italy cut himself off with a mortified squeak, realizing he was about to confess his inexperience. Instead, he surged up to capture Germany's lips in a desperate, needy kiss, trying to pour all his pent-up longing into the liplock.
Germany groaned into the passionate kiss, hips rocking forward to slide his thick shaft through Italy's stroking fingers. He could feel the smaller nation's hesitation, sense the nervousness behind the desperate kisses. Cupping Italy's face tenderly, Germany broke the liplock to gaze at him with smoldering intensity.
"Shhh, we'll take this nice and slow, Liebling," he soothed, voice a low, seductive rumble. "I'll prepare you thoroughly, make sure you're ready to take every inch of me. Your comfort is my top priority."
True to his word, Germany's hands began to roam Italy's body with purpose, mapping every curve and plane. He dipped between the smaller nation's thighs, strong fingers finding Italy's tight entrance and circling the furled hole teasingly. "Just relax for me, mein Schatz,"
Italy whimpered and shuddered as Germany's fingers teased his most intimate place, the unfamiliar yet intensely pleasurable sensation making his toes curl. "O-oh! Germany!" he gasped, hips twitching forward into the touch. His dicklet jumped and leaked against his stomach, the dual stimulation of Germany's fingers and the filthy promises in his voice pushing Italy closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.
"I'm... I'm trying," Italy panted, forcing himself to relax his clenching muscles. "It just feels so... ahh!" His back bowed off the bed as Germany's finger breached him, the burn of the intrusion warring with the sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. Italy's hands scrabbled at Germany's shoulders, blunt nails digging into the firm muscle as he tried to anchor himself. "More... please, I need more!"
Germany growled in approval as Italy opened up for him so beautifully, the smaller nation's body accepting his invading finger like it was made for him. "That's it, Liebling. Take it," he encouraged huskily, pumping his digit slowly, letting Italy adjust to the foreign sensation. Once he felt the initial tension ease, Germany added a second finger, scissoring them carefully to stretch Italy open.
Leaning down, he captured Italy's lips in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth as he swallowed the smaller nation's needy cries. Germany's free hand roamed Italy's body possessively, tweaking a nipple here, tracing the curves of his hips there. He could feel Italy trembling beneath him, could taste the desperation on his tongue, and it only fueled his own desire.
"You're doing so well, taking me so perfectly,"
Italy keened into the kiss, the dual stimulation of Germany's fingers pumping into him and the dominant press of his tongue driving him wild. His hips rocked down onto Germany's hand, seeking more of that delicious stretch and burn. "Mmmnh... Germany!" Italy whined breathlessly when they parted for air, pupils blown wide with lust. "I feel so full... but I need more..."
Emboldened by Germany's praise and the haze of pleasure, Italy reached down to wrap a small hand around the taller nation's larger straining erection. He stroked it firmly, marveling at the weight and heat of it, smearing the copious precum around the swollen head. "Please... I'm ready," Italy begged, voice cracking with need. "Fill me...fuck me... make me yours!"
Germany's control snapped at Italy's desperate pleas, a feral growl tearing from his throat. "Fuck, yes... all mine," he snarled, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with the thick head of his cock. With one smooth thrust, Germany buried himself to the hilt in Italy's tight heat, groaning at the exquisite squeeze of the smaller nation's walls around him.
"Scheiße... so fucking tight," Germany grunted, giving Italy a moment to adjust to the sudden fullness. He peppered the Italian's face with kisses, murmuring praises and reassurances even as he fought the urge to move. "You're taking me so well, mein Schatz. Such a good boy for me."
But he could feel how underprepared Italy's hole had been, the tightness, and held firm once his balls were flush against his lover's ass.
Italy screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as Germany filled him completely, his untouched walls stretching obscenely around the thick intrusion. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the burning stretch but he clung to Germany desperately, reveling in the feeling of being so utterly claimed.
"Hahh... oh god, Germany!" Italy babbled incoherently, back arching to take the taller nation even deeper. "S-so big... splitting me open..." He rolled his hips experimentally, whimpering at the sparks of pleasure-pain that shot through him. Italy's micro cock throbbed almost painfully against his stomach, drooling precum messily.
After a few moments, the worst of the initial discomfort faded, replaced by a growing ache that bordered on need. Italy looked up at Germany with glassy, pleading eyes. "Move..."
Germany's heart clenched at the exquisite sight of Italy spread out beneath him, tears clinging to long lashes, eyes glazed with overwhelmed pleasure. He peppered the smaller nation's face with tender kisses, soothing away the sting. "Shhh, I know it's intense, Liebling. But you're doing so well, taking me so perfectly," he crooned, voice rough with barely restrained desire.
At Italy's pleading whimper, Germany couldn't hold back any longer. He drew back until just the tip remained inside, then snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt once more. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the exquisite vice-like grip. "Fuck... you feel incredible," Germany groaned, setting a steady rhythm.
Italy wailed in ecstasy as Germany finally moved, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through his body. His neglected micro cock bounced against his stomach with the force of Germany's movements, adding delicious friction. "AHHN OH!! What was that?" Italy cried out, voice breaking on a particularly deep stroke. He wrapped his legs around Germany's waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him impossibly closer.
The new angle allowed Germany to hit that special spot inside him with every snap of his hips, and Italy saw stars. His hands flew to Germany's shoulders, blunt nails raking down the sweat-slicked skin as he clung on for dear life. Drool trickled from the corner of his slack mouth, eyes rolling back in bliss. "S-so close already... don't stop, please don't ever stop!"
Germany pistoned his hips faster, driven wild by Italy's wanton cries and the way the smaller nation's body yielded so sweetly to his possession. The obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with Italy's high, keening moans. "That's it, let go for me," Germany commanded, voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. He angled his thrusts to nail Italy's prostate dead-on, determined to push him over the edge.
Reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies, Germany wrapped a large hand around Italy's dripping micro cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, mein Schatz," he growled, thumbing the weeping slit. "Show me how good I make you feel."
Italy convulsed violently as Germany's command and the relentless stimulation proved too much. His orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, back bowing nearly in half as he screamed Germany's name. "GERMANY!! AHHHNNN!!" Italy's micro cock pulsed in Germany's grip, spurting watery cum across his stomach and chest as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure.
His greedy hole clamped down rhythmically around Germany's pistoning cock, fluttering and massaging the thick shaft. Italy's eyes rolled back, seeing nothing but white as his mind short-circuited from the overwhelming sensations. Distantly, he felt Germany swell and twitch inside him, knew the taller nation was close, but he was lost to the throes of his own earth-shattering climax. "Germany? Germany, cum inside, let me know what it feels like....need to feel you..."
Germany threw his head back with a roar as Italy's rippling walls milked his cock, the velvety heat and rhythmic squeezing pushing him past the point of no return. "FUCK! Italy!" he bellowed, slamming home one last time as his orgasm hit. Thick ropes of hot cum painted Italy's insides, marking him, claiming him in the most primal way possible.
Germany collapsed on top of Italy, careful not to crush him, as aftershocks wracked his frame. He peppered the smaller nation's face with soft kisses, murmuring broken praises and endearments between panting breaths. "So good...perfect...love you so much," Germany rambled, still buried deep inside Italy's fluttering heat.
Germany threw his head back with a roar as Italy's rippling walls milked his cock, the velvety heat and rhythmic squeezing pushing him past the point of no return. "FUCK! Italy!" he bellowed, slamming home one last time as his orgasm hit. Thick ropes of hot cum painted Italy's insides, marking him, claiming him in the most primal way possible.
Germany collapsed on top of Italy, careful not to crush him, as aftershocks wracked his frame. He peppered the smaller nation's face with soft kisses, murmuring broken praises and endearments between panting breaths. "So good...perfect...love you so much," Germany rambled, still buried deep inside Italy's fluttering heat.
Germany hummed contentedly, pressing a tender kiss to Italy's forehead. "In a minute, Liebling. Let's just stay like this for now," he murmured, savoring the intimate connection and the feeling of Italy's warm, pliant body pressed against his own. Germany's arms tightened around the smaller nation, tucking him closer as if to shield him from the world outside their cocoon of bliss.
He could feel the sticky evidence of their coupling beginning to leak out, the sensation both filthy and oddly satisfying. Germany smirked, nuzzling into Italy's hair. "Besides, I rather like seeing you marked by our lovemaking," he purred, one hand drifting down to cup Italy's ass possessively. "Everyone will know who you belong to now."
Italy shivered at Germany's possessive words and touch, a thrill running down his spine. He loved the idea of being claimed so thoroughly, of bearing the marks of Germany's passion for all to see. "Yours," Italy agreed softly, tilting his head to nuzzle into Germany's palm as the larger hand cupped his cheek. "Only yours, always."
He sighed happily, melting into Germany's embrace despite the slight discomfort of their continued intimate connection. Italy's eyelids grew heavy, the post-orgasmic bliss and emotional overwhelm catching up with him. "Stay with me?" he mumbled, fighting against the encroaching sleep. "Don't want to be alone after this...want to wake up in your arms..." Italy curled into his side contentedly.
Germany's heart swelled with affection at Italy's sleepy request, a soft smile curving his lips. "Of course, mein Schatz. I wouldn't dream of leaving you," he promised tenderly, pressing a gentle kiss to Italy's forehead. Germany carefully extracted himself from Italy's body, groaning softly at the loss of heat. He quickly disposed of the used condom and cleaned them both up with a damp cloth before settling back beside Italy and gathering the smaller nation into his arms.
"Sleep now, Liebling," Germany murmured, one hand stroking soothingly through Italy's hair while the other traced idle patterns on his back. "I'll be right here when you wake up. Always." He held Italy close, savoring the feeling of the smaller man's warm weight against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
Within moments, Italy's breathing evened out into the slow, deep rhythm of sleep. He looked utterly peaceful, curled up against Germany, a small, satisfied smile playing about his lips even in slumber. One hand rested trustingly over Germany's heart, as if anchoring himself to the steady beat. In sleep, Italy seemed younger, softer, all his usual bravado stripped away to reveal the vulnerable, loving core beneath.
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They woke from their siesta several hours later. Italy stirred first, mewling and licking his lips like a contented cat. His fingers flexed lazily where they still rested on Germany’s chest, feeling the slow rise and fall beneath them.
“Mm…” His lashes fluttered open.
For a moment he simply watched Germany, still half-asleep and heavy with warmth. Ludwig’s arm was still wrapped protectively around him, his usually severe features softened by sleep.
Italy smiled faintly.
“Germany?” he murmured.
The blonde nation woke almost immediately.
Years of rigid discipline had trained him to surface quickly from sleep, but as his awareness returned, so too did the memory of the hours before they had collapsed into the bed.
The tangled sheets. Italy pressed close against him. The intensity of everything they had shared.
Germany stiffened.
His eyes dropped instinctively to Italy, scanning him in a quick, clinical way that was more soldier than lover. His gaze lingered on the faint marks along Italy’s shoulder, the rumpled hair, the flushed warmth still lingering in his cheeks.
A cold knot formed in his stomach. Something had been… wrong with him earlier.
His restraint had vanished so suddenly, so completely. The careful discipline he had spent his life cultivating had simply… fallen away.
Germany sat up slightly.
Germany's brow furrowed as he stared down at Italy, an internal struggle clearly playing out across his chiseled features. The tender intimacy of mere moments ago had evaporated, replaced by a tense rigidity in his posture. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Italy, I... about earlier," Germany began, voice low and strained. His hands clenched into fists atop the rumpled sheets, knuckles turning white. "What happened between us, it was... I'm sorry. I took advantage of you." He shook his head, as if trying to dislodge unwelcome thoughts. "I don't... I can't..."
Germany trailed off, jaw working soundlessly. When he spoke again, his tone was gruff, almost accusing. "Why did you let me do those things to you?"
Italy blinked up at Germany, confusion and hurt flashing across his delicate features at the abrupt change in demeanor. He sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to his chest like a shield. "Wh-what? Germany, what are you talking about?" Italy asked, voice small and uncertain. "You didn't take advantage of me. I wanted this, wanted you..."
He reached out tentatively, fingertips brushing Germany's forearm. "Please, talk to me. Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?" Italy's lower lip trembled slightly, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Did I do something wrong? Was I not...good enough?"
Despite the lingering soreness and the sticky evidence of their coupling, Italy felt a chill run through him at Germany's withdrawal.
Germany flinched away from Italy's touch as if burned, shaking his head vehemently. "No, no, it's not... you weren't..." He dragged a hand down his face, looking haggard and conflicted. "God, Italy, the things I did to you, the way I lost control... It's not right. I'm supposed to be better than that, stronger."
Germany's eyes flashed with self-loathing as he stared at the marks marring Italy's porcelain skin - marks he'd left there in his lust-fueled frenzy. "I hurt you. Used you. And for what? Some fleeting moment of pleasure?" He laughed bitterly. "I'm supposed to be your protector, your guardian. Instead, I... I defiled you like some common harlot."
Italy's eyes widened in shock at Germany's harsh words, a single tear slipping free to track down his flushed cheek. "Defiled? Germany, no! That's not what happened at all!" he cried, voice breaking on a sob. Italy surged forward, uncaring of his nudity as he grabbed Germany's face between trembling hands, forcing the taller man to meet his gaze.
"You didn't hurt me or use me. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust... I wanted it all. Wanted YOU," Italy insisted fiercely, blue eyes blazing with emotion. "Don't you dare diminish what we shared, what I gave to you freely and gladly!"
He leaned in until their foreheads touched, voice dropping to an intense whisper. "I love you, Ludwig Kaiser. All of you - the strong warrior, the caring friend, the passionate lover."
Germany froze as Italy grabbed his face, eyes widening at the fierce declaration and the raw emotion shining in those azure depths. His breath caught in his throat, heart stuttering at the intensity of Italy's words. For a long moment, he simply stared at the smaller nation, searching his face as if trying to find any hint of deception or regret.
When none came, when he saw only pure, unbridled adoration and acceptance, something inside Germany cracked. A shuddering sigh escaped him and he leaned into Italy's touch, eyes fluttering closed. "Italy..." he breathed, voice rough with emotion. "I... I don't deserve you. Don't deserve your love, your forgiveness.
Germany's hands came up to cover Italy's, holding them against his stubbled cheeks. He turned his head to press a reverent kiss to each palm.
Germany froze as Italy grabbed his face, eyes widening at the fierce declaration and the raw emotion shining in those azure depths. His breath caught in his throat, heart stuttering at the intensity of Italy's words. For a long moment, he simply stared at the smaller nation, searching his face as if trying to find any hint of deception or regret.
When none came, when he saw only pure, unbridled adoration and acceptance, something inside Germany cracked. A shuddering sigh escaped him and he leaned into Italy's touch, eyes fluttering closed. "Italy..." he breathed, voice rough with emotion. "I... I don't deserve you. Don't deserve your love, your forgiveness."
Germany's hands came up to cover Italy's, holding them against his stubbled cheeks. He turned his head to press a reverent kiss to each palm.
Germany's breath hitched as Italy invaded his space, the smaller nation's warmth and scent enveloping him like a drug. His pupils dilated, darkening with renewed desire as Italy's lips brushed maddeningly close to his own. A low groan rumbled in his chest, hands tightening reflexively on Italy's wrists.
"I shouldn't..." Germany protested weakly, even as he found himself leaning into the contact, drawn to Italy like a moth to flame. "If I start again, I won't be able to stop myself. I'll lose control and hurt you..." Despite his words, his body betrayed him, muscles tensing with barely restrained need, cock twitching traitorously against his thigh.
Italy smiled then, slow and wicked, eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "Then don't stop yourself," he purred, nipping playfully at Germany's lower lip. "Lose control with me, for me. I can take it, want it." To punctuate his words, Italy rolled his hips deliberately, grinding his pert rear against Germany's growing arousal.
"I trust you, Ludwig. With my body, my heart, my very soul." Italy's hands slid down to Germany's chest, blunt nails raking lightly over the defined pectorals. "Now, are you going to keep talking... or are you going to fuck me like you mean it?"
Germany's control shattered at Italy's brazen challenge, a feral growl tearing from his throat. In one swift motion, he flipped their positions, pinning Italy to the mattress with his larger frame. "Careful what you wish for, Liebling," Germany rumbled, voice dark with promise as he loomed over the smaller nation. His hands mapped the curves of Italy's body possessively, calloused palms leaving tingles in their wake.
Germany captured Italy's lips in a bruising kiss, tongue delving deep to stake his claim. He kissed Italy like a man starved, pouring all his pent-up desire and apology into the heated clash of mouths. Breaking away with a gasp, Germany attacked the column of Italy's throat, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin hard enough to leave blooming marks.
"You want me to fuck you?"
Italy keened high in his throat as Germany took control, arching wantonly into the dominant display. "Yes, yes, please!" he babbled, head thrown back to grant Germany better access to his throat. Italy's hands scrabbled at the taller nation's broad shoulders, blunt nails digging into the flexing muscle as he tried to pull Germany impossibly closer.
"Need you, need this," Italy panted, hips rolling shamelessly against Germany's, seeking friction. The wet spot on the sheets below him grew as his neglected cock leaked steadily, smearing pre-cum on his taut belly. "And you need me. Please, even just once more."
He locked his legs around Germany's waist, using the leverage to grind his clothed erection against the thick line of Germany's cock.
Germany snarled at the delicious friction, hips rutting automatically into Italy's welcoming heat. "Fuck, you drive me crazy," he groaned, grinding harder, faster, chasing the delicious pressure. In a blur of motion, Germany ripped away the tangled sheets separating their straining bodies. Cool air hit overheated skin, making them both hiss.
He sat back on his haunches, drinking in the debauched sight of Italy sprawled beneath him - flushed and wanting, cock leaking steadily, thighs parted in clear invitation. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else," Germany vowed lustily, reaching for the lube with shaking hands. "Fill this tight little hole so full of my cum, you'll be tasting it for days."
Italy shuddered violently at Germany's filthy promises, a broken moan spilling from his lips. "Yes, please, ruin me, wreck me, make me yours!" he begged shamelessly, reaching back to spread his cheeks wide in offering. Italy's pucker winked invitingly, still slick and loose from their earlier coupling, a few pearly drops of Germany's release leaking out.
"Want to be full of you, marked inside and out," Italy panted, hole clenching hungrily around nothing. He gazed up at Germany with hooded, desperate eyes, a sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the low light. "Claim me, Ludwig. Make me drip with your seed!"
Germany nearly came undone at the erotic sight Italy presented, the debauched desperation in his pleading sending jolts of electricity straight to his aching cock. "So perfect for me," he growled appreciatively, spreading Italy wider, exposing him fully to Germany's hungry gaze. He circled Italy's rim with a slick finger, teasing the fluttering muscle before pushing inside to the knuckle.
"So hot and ready, already loosened up for me like a good boy," Germany praised, pumping his finger slowly, watching Italy's face contort with pleasure. Adding a second finger, he scissored and stretched the tight channel ruthlessly, determined to prepare Italy for his girth. "I've dreamt of this a thousand nights; how you'd melt around me, how greedy your ass would be."
Italy writhed on Germany's fingers, back bowing sharply as he was breached and stretched. Broken moans and whimpers spilled from his lips, eyes rolling back in bliss. "Ah ah ah! Yes, just like that!" he babbled incoherently, hole clenching greedily around the invading digits. Italy rocked back onto Germany's hand, desperate for more, for everything.
"Dreamed of this too," he gasped out, voice thready with need. "Of being split open on your big cock, filled to bursting." Italy's cock jerked against his belly, leaving streaks of pre-cum on his quivering abs. "Please Ludwig, I need it. Need YOU. Fuck me, ruin me, make me forget my own name!"
Germany's control snapped at Italy's wanton pleas, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Yanking his fingers free, he fumbled for the lube, coating his throbbing shaft liberally. "Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me," he panted, positioning the swollen head of his cock at Italy's entrance. With one powerful snap of his hips, Germany buried himself to the hilt in Italy's welcoming heat, throwing his head back with a roar of completion.
"Scheisse, so fucking tight!" Germany snarled, giving Italy a moment to adjust before setting a brutal pace. He pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in, over and over, the obscene slap of skin on skin filling the room.
Italy screamed in ecstasy as Germany hilited him in one powerful thrust, inner walls clamping down like a vice. "YES! Oh god, YES!" he wailed, seeing stars at the exquisite stretch and burn. Italy's back arched sharply, pressing his chest flush against Germany's as he was split open on the thick cock pistoning into him.
"So big, so deep!" Italy babbled deliriously, tongue lolling out as he was used roughly. His hips met Germany's thrusts eagerly, greedy for more, always more. The coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter in his gut, balls drawing up painfully as Germany nailed his prostate dead-on with every snap of his hips. "I'm gonna... ah ah ahhh!"
Germany could feel Italy tightening around him, knew the smaller nation was teetering on the edge. Determined to push him over, Germany changed the angle of his thrusts, grinding against Italy's sweet spot with ruthless precision. "That's it, come for me Liebling," he commanded hoarsely, one hand wrapping around Italy's weeping cock, stroking in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts. "Paint yourself with it, mark yourself as mine!"
Lost in the haze of pleasure, Germany bent to capture Italy's lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing the Italian's screams of rapture. His own orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, vision whiting out as he emptied himself deep inside Italy's spasming channel with a guttural shout.
Italy came apart at the seams, bowing almost painfully as his climax hit him like a freight train. "LUDWIG!" he screamed, voice raw and ragged, as rope after rope of pearly seed painted his chest and belly. Italy's hole clamped down rhythmically, milking Germany for every last drop as he was filled to overflowing with the taller nation's release.
Wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy crashed over Italy, his slender body convulsing almost violently in Germany's arms. Distantly, he felt Germany's lips move against his own, swallowing his cries, but he was too far gone to respond coherently. Italy's eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations, letting the pleasure consume him utterly.
Germany gentled his movements as Italy came undone beneath him, squeezing out a quiet orgasm from his lover, continuing to stroke the smaller nation through the aftershocks. He peppered Italy's face with soft kisses, murmuring praise and endearments in German and Italian alike. "So beautiful like this, coming apart for me. My perfect Italy, mein Schatz, mein Herz."
As the final tremors subsided, Germany carefully withdrew, groaning at the sensation of Italy's abused hole fluttering around his softening cock. He gathered the limp, satiated Italian into his arms, cradling him close as he rolled to the side. Germany tucked Italy's head under his chin, one large hand rubbing soothing circles on his back as he pressed tender kisses to his hairline.
"That was... incredible," Germany murmured, voice rough with emotion and exertion. "You were amazing, Liebling."
Italy hummed contentedly, nuzzling into the crook of Germany's neck as he basked in the afterglow. His body felt boneless, sated in a way he'd never experienced before. Italy's breathing gradually slowed, evening out as he melted into Germany's embrace, savoring the feeling of being held so tenderly.
"Mmmm... you're pretty amazing yourself," Italy mumbled sleepily, placing a soft kiss over Germany's racing pulse. He tangled his legs with Germany's, seeking more contact, more closeness. Italy's hand traced idle patterns on Germany's chest, fingertips dipping into the valleys between sculpted muscles.
"I love you," he whispered, the words muffled against Germany's skin.
Germany's heart swelled at Italy's drowsy declaration, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He tightened his arms around the smaller nation, tucking him impossibly closer. "I love you too, Feliciano,” he murmured, tasting the name on his lips for the first time. “More than anything," Germany murmured, voice thick with emotion. He placed a tender kiss on the top of Italy's head, inhaling the comforting scent of sex and sweat and something uniquely Italy.
For a long while, they simply lay there, basking in the peaceful intimacy of the moment. Germany's hand continued its soothing journey up and down Italy's spine, occasionally dipping lower to caress the curve of his ass. He marveled at how perfectly they fit together, like two puzzle pieces finally aligned.
"You know," Germany said softly, breaking the comfortable silence, "I meant what I said earlier. About not deserving you."
Italy stirred slightly, tilting his head to meet Germany's gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded and hazy with satisfaction, but the love shining in their blue depths was clear as day. "Shh, none of that now," he chided gently, bringing a hand up to cup Germany's cheek. Italy's thumb stroked over the high cheekbone, a tender gesture of affection.
"Love isn't about deserving, Ludwig. It's about choosing, again and again." He shifted to prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at Germany with solemn intensity. "I choose you, flaws and all. Because despite everything, you're the one I want by my side."
Italy leaned down to brush his lips against Germany's in a soft, sweet kiss. When he pulled back, a small, playful smirk tugged at his mouth. He'd have to take potions from England more often.