[Germany hasn't ever received a blowjob, so that would be a no. No matter how aroused he gets, he absolutely won't allow himself to get distracted from a meeting, though. If it were in another semipublic place, Germany might consider it. Especially if Australia's eyeing him like he is at the moment. But Australia would have to gag him before he'd let it happen. Because Germany would die from embarrassment if someone discovered him while he's getting a blowjob. And Germany knows how loud he can get, and that it would be a clear giveaway to anyone who happened to be nearby]
[Every squeeze and stroke Australia gives him is like the blow of a sledgehammer to his composure. At least, the composure he thought he had. What little of it was left gets destroyed when he feels Australia rolling against him and taking his cock in hand. Rather than starting in the slow, measured way he'd wanted to, Germany rushes into it as his thoughts are clouded by the pleasure he feels. His first move is a half-hearted buck against Australia, trying to get him to grab his cock again. But then he pulls back and starts grinding, hard and fast, using his hold on Australia to yank their hips flush together, his only thought about getting more of that friction]
[Once he gets a feel for the rhythm and he knows he won't falter, he lets go of Australia's hips. His hands snake up under Australia's back, pulling him against himself, just like he did with their hips earlier. He wants to feel Australia move against him, to feel every inch of him. It would be even better if their uniforms weren't in the way, but Germany doesn't have the will to stop and undress himself, let alone Australia. One hand grabs the nape of Australia's neck while the other combs through the back of his hair, scratching his scalp a little]
[As he can feel himself getting close, he starts rolling his hips even faster. He gives a light tug to a few strands of hair, trying to get Australia to tilt his head back as he presses more kisses to the side of his neck. His other hand lets go of Australia's nape and moves back to the front, sneaking between their bodies. He yanks Australia's shirt back, jerks the metal collar down, all to give himself as much skin to work with as possible]
Re: Battle royale - day 12 - the fuck fields
[Every squeeze and stroke Australia gives him is like the blow of a sledgehammer to his composure. At least, the composure he thought he had. What little of it was left gets destroyed when he feels Australia rolling against him and taking his cock in hand. Rather than starting in the slow, measured way he'd wanted to, Germany rushes into it as his thoughts are clouded by the pleasure he feels. His first move is a half-hearted buck against Australia, trying to get him to grab his cock again. But then he pulls back and starts grinding, hard and fast, using his hold on Australia to yank their hips flush together, his only thought about getting more of that friction]
[Once he gets a feel for the rhythm and he knows he won't falter, he lets go of Australia's hips. His hands snake up under Australia's back, pulling him against himself, just like he did with their hips earlier. He wants to feel Australia move against him, to feel every inch of him. It would be even better if their uniforms weren't in the way, but Germany doesn't have the will to stop and undress himself, let alone Australia. One hand grabs the nape of Australia's neck while the other combs through the back of his hair, scratching his scalp a little]
[As he can feel himself getting close, he starts rolling his hips even faster. He gives a light tug to a few strands of hair, trying to get Australia to tilt his head back as he presses more kisses to the side of his neck. His other hand lets go of Australia's nape and moves back to the front, sneaking between their bodies. He yanks Australia's shirt back, jerks the metal collar down, all to give himself as much skin to work with as possible]