Germany x Romano

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My OTP of OTPness, ship it. Cruise ship it. Helicarrier ship it. Ship dat fucking pairing so hard.

The Italian brothers had come to visit the German brothers, after a lot of insisting and begging Italy had managed to drag Romano down there. Prussia had taken Italy upstairs to play video games, so it was just Germany and Romano in the living room. Romano sat on the furthest side of the couch, his legs crossed, and glaring at the floor.

Germany looked over at him, "You look awful lonely over there, come snuggle?" He teased, knowing Romano wouldn't. "Shut up bastard." Romano snapped. "Call me that again, I dare you. See what happens." Germany warned. Romano looked over at him, "Bastard." He repeated himself.

Before he knew what had even happened, Romano found himself pinned under the large German. "Aye what the hell- get off me- your heavy you ass." He growled, pushing against Germany's chest. While he really wasn't paying attention, Germany had found something to play around with. He tugged Romano's curl. Romano, not expecting this at all, didn't have time to stifle the moan that escaped his lips.

"You like it don't you~" Germany smirked down at him. Romano panted lightly, "I do not!" He hissed. Germany tugged his curl again, making the Italian underneath him squirm and moan. "Your probably used to this, doing it with your Spanish lover." Germany said. "I've never done it with him!" Romano snapped. Germany pulled Romano's shirt off, looking at the red places on his neck. "Well you've been fucked by someone recently, who I wonder?"

"Mio fratello...." Romano mumbled. Germany was surprised, yet thoroughly amused. "You? Topped by your little brother? Well then!" He chuckled. "Shut up! You have no idea how strong my stupid fratello is!" Romano yelled. "Whatever." Germany said, running a hand down Romano's chest. The Italian shivered, blushing lightly."You bastard don't touch me!"

"The more you call me names the more you'll be punished." The German said simply. He pulled Romano's buckle undone and pulled his pants off, his boxers coming off only a moment later. He took a hold of the Italians member, pumping it slowly. "N-no Ludwig p-please-" Romano begged, stifling moans. Germany only moved his hand faster. Romano couldn't help but buck his hips, gripping the couch cushion.

"Nnh- Dammit- I'm gonna come-" Romano muttered, panting. Germany pulled his hand away before he could. Romano glared up at him, "There, n-now leave me alone..." He said. Germany turned him over onto his hands and knees. "Now why would I do that." He responded, pulling his own belt undone, pulling pants and boxers down enough to expose his length.

Romano looked over his shoulder, tensing. He teared up a little, "Its huge! Please don't do this please- I'm begging you Ludwig- please d- Ahhhh!" He felt his tears come streaminf down his face as Germany entered him. Germany moved in and out of the Italian, holding his hips. "Fuck-! Ah- Ludwig- Nnh- stop-!" Romano cried out. Germany ignored his pleas and thrust hard into him over and over again, earning moans and cursing from Romano.

Germany soon hit that certain spot. "Oh god! Right there Ludwig! Fuck yes! Harder!" Romano groaned in pleasure, moving his hips against Germany's. Germany grunted and did as Romano wished, moving harder and hitting that spot with each thrust. Romano shut his eyes tightly, coming while moaning Germany's name. The German came not long after, pulling out. Germany laid back on the couch, exhausted. Romano turned over to face him, crawling on top of top of him and laying on his chest.

"I have to admit, for a potato bastard you are good." Romano mumbled. Germany rolled his eyes and pulled a blanket over them.

Oh, and by the way, let's just say Italy and Prussia's video gaming had turned into a 'fun game' in which it involved a bed, a seme, and a uke.

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