[Germany huffs out a laugh at that. Even to him, the answer to that question is obvious, and he should've realised sooner]
You said it yourself. I'm a- Ah, fuck...
[Rather than finish the sentence, Germany trails off into a moan when Australia rolls his hips and whispers in his ear. He drops his head until his forehead rests on Australia's shoulder, gathering himself for a bit. His arms and legs tremble with restraint. He wants nothing more than to spread Australia's legs and bear down on him, grinding and fucking him into the ground. Every inch of his body screams at him to selfishly rut away, but he keeps himself in check. Being inexperienced is one thing. He won't be inconsiderate, too]
...A responsible nation.
[His voice is low and breathy as he says it, but he's fortunate to have a clear voice, and he doesn't doubt Australia heard him]
[After his pulse slows down some, he raises his head to look at Australia's face. The second his eyes linger on his lips, his imagination bombards him with very pleasant images of Australia's mouth around the base of his cock. Somehow still managing to grin at him. He has to swallow several times before he can get his thoughts under control again]
[When he does, he positions his legs until they can support his entire weight, then reaches the hand that's not holding onto Australia's shirt between them. Curling his fingers around Australia's thigh, he yanks his hips flush against his body before moving his hand higher. As he leans in to press another kiss to Australia's neck, he drags his hand down over his crotch, palming his cock. For now, he keeps the touch light, trying to be teasing, too]
A-And since you asked, I will take care of this for you.
Re: Battle royale - day 12 - the fuck fields
You said it yourself. I'm a- Ah, fuck...
[Rather than finish the sentence, Germany trails off into a moan when Australia rolls his hips and whispers in his ear. He drops his head until his forehead rests on Australia's shoulder, gathering himself for a bit. His arms and legs tremble with restraint. He wants nothing more than to spread Australia's legs and bear down on him, grinding and fucking him into the ground. Every inch of his body screams at him to selfishly rut away, but he keeps himself in check. Being inexperienced is one thing. He won't be inconsiderate, too]
...A responsible nation.
[His voice is low and breathy as he says it, but he's fortunate to have a clear voice, and he doesn't doubt Australia heard him]
[After his pulse slows down some, he raises his head to look at Australia's face. The second his eyes linger on his lips, his imagination bombards him with very pleasant images of Australia's mouth around the base of his cock. Somehow still managing to grin at him. He has to swallow several times before he can get his thoughts under control again]
[When he does, he positions his legs until they can support his entire weight, then reaches the hand that's not holding onto Australia's shirt between them. Curling his fingers around Australia's thigh, he yanks his hips flush against his body before moving his hand higher. As he leans in to press another kiss to Australia's neck, he drags his hand down over his crotch, palming his cock. For now, he keeps the touch light, trying to be teasing, too]
A-And since you asked, I will take care of this for you.