"Italy. I'm home." Called the blonde German.
Italy heard him and started getting cold feet. He had set up a really romantic scene in there bedroom. There were red and white and pink candles. Red for passion, pink for love, and white for purity. There were rose petals scattered around the bed.
"I'm back here." Italy called before he could change his mind.
He heard Germany's boots think against the floor, getting closer. He was really starting to panic. What if he didn't like it? What if he got mad? What if Italy wasn't able to walk tomorrow? Well the last one wouldn't be to bad.
Germany opened the door and was immediately shocked. He had never expected this from the shy and quiet Italian.
"What....in....the world?" The German said stepping further into the room.
"I thought it would be a nice surprise. Because your always working really hard, and you-" Italy was cut off by Germany's lips.
The tension building in Italy's stomach stopped and it was replaced by something else. A growing need to be filled by Germany.
The German pushed Italy down onto the bed and got between his legs. When Italy grinded his hips into the blondes he was met with a satisfying groan.
Germany pulled back and looked into Italy's eyes. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked carefully.
"Yes." Replied the Italian uke.
Germany smirked and lifted his shirt over his head. When he reconnected his lips to Italy's there was a large amount of moaning and touching and removal of anything that hindered the touching of skin. When they were both naked Germany stopped and told Italy to tell the German if he hurt him.
When Germany finally pushed inside Italy they both moaned at the union. After Italy adjusted he bucked his hips upward to signal the blonde to start moving. When he did Italy fisted the sheets so hard they might have torn. Germany started slowly so his uke could get used to the feeling but soon Italy was begging for him to go harder and faster. When he increased the speed and power of his thrusts he was met with a steady stream of moans and soon Italy was screaming out his name.
"Ludwig!" He exclaimed as Germany picked up speed again.
"Yeah. That's right. Scream my name." Germany said between thrusts.
Italy felt a tightness in his groin that was getting more intense by the second. His back arched as he came. He shook so hard that the bed rattled. Germany felt his own orgasm creeping up on him but he was determined not to cum until he had Italy completely unraveled. Germany flipped Italy onto his hands and knees. Italy was still in the thick fog that was brought on by his orgasm. He could feel Germany push pack inside him and it caused him to get hard again. Germany felt the younger nation shiver and took great pleasure in knowing the effect he had over him. He soon found a rhythm that kept Italy moaning and kept Germany's orgasm building. Soon the pressure in his balls was to much and he released inside Italy. The feeling was so good that Italy came again all over the sheets.
Germany pulled out and collapsed next to Italy. Italy slowly layed on his side so he could cuddle with the stronger nation.
"So......." Germany said after a few minutes.
"That.....was...........wow." Italy replied.
Germany laughed "Yeah." He agreed holding Italy tighter."It'll be even better next time. "
"Next time?" Italy said a little surprised.
"Yeah." Germany responded pulling Italy in for another kiss.
And they lived happily ever after.
