Smutalia

GerIta: After training

Italy was exhausted. He was panting loudly as he finished his 13th lap of running. His arms lazily swung by his sides as he continued running swiftly and following behind Germany.

"C'mon Italy. Finish zhis lap zhen jou can stop."

"Veee~ Okay Doitsu!" He shouted out gleefully as he kept running. He finished the lap quickly and then raised his hands above his head to catch his breath.

Little did he know that Germany was watching him as he stretched. He turned around to notice the German staring at him and he blushed quickly turning around.

He continued to stretch before taking a swig of his water. He wiped his mouth, licking his lips before wiping the sweat off of his forehead. His face red and he had finally stopped panting.

Germany couldn't help but stare at his lips, they looked so soft and shiny, covered in sweat but more or less, he wanted it. Germany and his fantasies could only get him so far though.

•Time skip brought to you by Italy's curl and it is now Germany's Pov•

Germany sat back in a wooden chair, Italy had invited him and Japan earlier but Japan had declined due to what happened the last time they had dinner together. Germany had accepted the invite because he wouldn't miss Italy's cooking for anything in the world, not even for a dog and that's actually shocking. He looked around and crossed his legs, shifting in the seat and heard a familiar 'veee'.

"Germany, the food will be done soon." Italy chuckled as he bounded into the room from the kitchen.

"Oh, zhat's good to hear Italy. I bet it vill be delicious like it alvays is." He replied as he gave Italy a kind smile, which was actually rare. Germany knew he had to make the first move, but he didn't know how. He bit his lip softly from the inside and looked at Italy, standing up and following him as he walked back into the kitchen. 

He stood behind him and ruffled Italy's hair, accidently touching the curl but took no notice to how red Italy had just become.

He kept running his hand through it as he admired how soft it was, he didn't even feel the curl running along his fingers until he started to hear a faint whimper come from his subordinate. He looked down a bit and noticed a blushing, slightly panting, and shivering Italian.

"Doitsu.... Help me..." Poor Feli cut himself off as he let out a groan and fell to his knees, he looked up at Germany with watery eyes. "It huuuurts....."

Germany blushed and before anything else could happen he turned off the stove, not wanting to have this house on fire if anything kinky was happening because running outside in bdsm clothing was a far too familiar situation to him I mean whaaa-

He picked up Italy in his arms, taking him back to his room as Italy squirmed uncomfortably in his arms. He didn't know how to help the other as he set him back on his bed.

Italy shifted and turned on the bed, clutching some of the bed sheets in his hand as he pushed his legs together and started to pant louder, looking at Germany with plead and despair. "Pleeeaaase help me...," he groaned.

Germany didn't know that this was his chance, he didn't know that Italy liked him, well, like that. He couldn't bring himself to go forth with this lewd act but yet he did. He crawled onto the bed and hovered above Italy. He leaned down and blew softly into the Italian's ear, licking the shell of the ear.

Italy shifted and gasped, letting out a small cry. Germany bit his lip, leaning over and leaving a trail of kisses along the other's jaw line, slowly reaching his lips. He put his lips on his and Italy grabbed Germany's face forcefully and made this kiss deep and rough. The two of their tongues dancing in a rhythm with a few moans slipping out now and then.