#oh and I'm trying to keep track with this so: finished writing Jan 16

[fireandspiceland]

26 with itager please?

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26. “Forget the bed… let’s do it right here.”

The quote is a great choice for them!

-> In this essay I will explain why skirts are a superior outfit choice for boys. office sex (my beloved), Italy is a little shit.

“Germany!” Italy's cheerful voice broke through the silence that had been hanging in the room for hours.

“Mhm?” Without looking up from the report before him, Germany acknowledged the other's presence and flipped the page after licking his thumb.

Italy huffed. “Do you still have to work?” His voice sounded slightly defeated at the disinterest his boyfriend showed.

“I’m about to be fin-.. nish.. wha- I-Italy!" For a moment Germany was speechless. Only the sound of his ballpen dropping onto the desk got him to focus again. "What are you wearing?!”

“A skirt!” Italy had walked over to the desk, standing next to it now, close to Germany. With a laugh he twirled around, the short pleated skirt lifting up a little and playing around his thighs. "Lots of men in my country wear them now! Do you like it?"

Germany had to forcefully pull his eyes off Italy's creamy thighs. Was he just keeping an eye on them to pull it down again if the fabric lifted enough to leave Italy indecent or because he waited for exactly that moment? He didn't even know.

Italy looked at him expectantly, sitting on the edge of Germany's desk with his legs crossed. "Germany?" Italy giggled about the other's mental absence.

At his name being called Germany snapped out of his daydream, blinking a few times before looking up into Italy's eyes. A hint of mischief lay behind the usual carefree expression he wore. „I.. uhm.. y-yeah. You look.. cute, Italy.” With every word Germany's cheeks turned more red and his voice went a little more quiet.

Fortunately for him, Italy acted as if he didn’t notice how nervous Germany had suddenly become. Within the blink of an eye he had turned around and was now leaning forward to take a look at the documents Germany had been reading. “What are you even working on so late?”

Germany heard the question, but didn’t respond to it. He had hardly acknowledged the words at all, being busy staring at where the skirt ended right in place to cover Italy’s ass. The way Italy bent over the desk, basically presenting himself to Germany got the other man’s wheels turning. Should he say something? Should he look away? Act natural? Ask Italy about his thoughts on the report on his desk he was scanning through?

“Oh?” Italy sounded surprised, but not displeased when Germany’s calloused fingers touched the sensitive back of his thigh.

To his own surprise Germany found his hand on Italy’s thigh, his thumb merely a centimeter beneath the skirt. With his face turning even redder than before, Germany quickly pulled his hand away, but it was caught at the wrist by Italy.

The mischievous spark in Italy’s eyes came through again when he turned around and placed Germany’s hand on his bare ass. He giggled at the way Germany’s eyes widened when he noticed the lack und underwear.

Germany averted his eyes, not being able to look into Italy’s, but he didn't resist to lightly run his fingers over the smooth skin presented to them. “I- Italy.. You.."

With a lopsided smile, Italy reached out to cup Germany's cheek and force his look upwards. He swayed his hips lightly, making Germany automatically reach his other hand out to keep him still, but Italy only stepped closer and put one foot onto Germany's desk chair, right into the spot between his legs.

Germany gulped and coerced himself into not letting his gaze wander down to where the skirt was now lifed enough to give him a good look beyond it.

"Do you like my skirt, Germany?"

Italy's voice was now more sultry than playful. When the sentence ended his leg was bent and instead of his foot there was now his bent leg resting on the chair, his knee pressing against Germany's crotch.

"Yes.."

It took Germany a moment to muster up an answer, his throat felt dry as he rasped out the words, but when Italy crawled on his lap, straddling him and surprising him with a kiss, he thanked god he was able to say anything. He pulled Italy closer, holding him tightly out of reflex, and drew a little giggle from him that was muffled by their kiss.

Italy hardly left them any room to catch their breath. Lips being caught between teeth, tongues going from a shy touch to playing with each other, fingers making quick work of getting Germany's dress shirt undone.. Italy knew every step he had to take with his boyfriend by heart. Once the shirt was not gone but at least open, he went from kissing his boyfriend's lips to the side of his mouth, jaw, earlobe, neck, collarbone, leaving little marks wherever he could reach while reaching for the fly of Germany's trousers.

The almost strategically placed kisses on his upper body left Germany panting. He almost wanted to protest and suggest they continue later, but then his hands slipped further up and between Italy's buttcheeks and he noticed a familiar kind of sticky wetness. In the same moment Italy palmed the growing bulge in his trousers and Germany closed his eyes, shutting out the thoughts about the work he still had to finish that night. It could wait.

Italy’s kisses turned more fierce and bruising when Germany experimentally inched his index finger closer to Italy’s stretched hole. He could feel Germany tense up a little when he realized this wasn’t really about showing off the latest fashion trend his country’s people came up with. The goal has been something else from the beginning and Italy nearly purred in his ear when he asked if work could wait until tomorrow.

Germany slowly nodded his head, having nearly missed the meaning of the question directed at him. With skilled movements Italy had Germany’s trousers undone and his briefs down enough to free his hard cock from its confines.

Italy gave it a few slow strokes, making Germany shudder and moan. “Italy..” Another shuddering breath escaped Germany as he dipped his finger into the wet heat of Italy’s hole, making his cock twitch underneath the skirt. “Let.. let’s go to bed for the night.”

Italy pulled away from Germany’s neck to look at him. His eyes were darkened with desire, lips a little wet and his cheeks flushed from nibbling Germany’s skin. “Forget the bed.. let’s do it right here. Do you still have the lube I brought last time you were overworking?”

Considering the situation for a moment, Germany ended up nodding his head at the topmost drawer on his desk. “Yes, of course.”

Italy smirked at the answer and leaned back to fetch it from the drawer, trusting his boyfriend to hold him so he won’t slip off his lap and the chair. Once he had Germany's cock slicked up Italy scooted closer. With one hand on Germany’s neck, pulling him into a heated kiss, and the other holding Germany’s cock in position, Italy descended himself onto it.

The stretching he had done before coming to Germany’s office paid off now that he could easily take Germany’s length. He still hissed at the slight burn, but it wasn’t in pain. Steadying himself with both hands around Germany’s neck he began to move, slow rolls of his hips that made Germany kiss him deeper as if begging for more.

When he had found his pace, Italy broke the kiss, instead holding Germany’s head close so their foreheads were touching. He listened to the little noises Germany made every time he slightly adjusted his position, pinched his nipples or tightened his grip on the back of his head. Every moan and gasp only spurred on his own arousal, but he hadn’t realized how close he was until he felt Germany’s hand sneak under the skirt to stroke his cock with every bounce.

“Germany.. you don’t have to-“

“Please come with me, Italy!”

Italy couldn’t deny Germany if he was pleading like this and picked up his pace a little as Germany kept stroking him. A waterfall of sweet nothings fell from Italy’s lips as he listened to Germany’s moans getting louder, his breathing getting heavier. Every bounce he did on Germany’s lap was met with a desperate thrust as they both got closer and closer to the release they were chasing.

Germany was first to come but Italy followed suit, hot waves of pleasure making both of them cling to each other as they rode out their high. After the bliss had worn off, Germany slowly blinked his eyes open. He looked at his desk that was covered in documents and files, but then Italy lifted his head to look in his eyes and work was long forgotten again.