Italy drapes himself over Germany, nuzzling at his side, and splays his hand across his stomach. He strokes the pad of his thumb over well-defined muscles and drags his hand lower, down to Germany's cock.

While his hand inches closer, Italy studies Germany's body, taking in the shape and size of him, the way the flush on his cheeks spreads to his chest, the way his skin and hair contrast with the black blindfold. Like he's memorizing a picture he'll paint later.