Chapter 4

Warning- Ridiculously unadultured xxxxxxxxx-rated smex. Do NOT read at work place and keep tissues nearby for spontaneous nose bleeds. XD

3 weeks later-*

"When did Germany said he would be back?" Japan said, playing with the loose thread on Italy's pillow.

"He said an hour." Italy said, closing the door to his bedroom. "Getting all the stuff to make that Japanese dinner for you is going to take him a while."

Japan blushed as Italy came to sit beside him. "You didn't have to do that for me you know." He said. "I mean…I miss Japan but you don't have to…" Italy interrupted him by closing the gap between them with a gentle kiss.

"I want to." He whispered, pulling away. "I want to do everything to make you happy Japan."

"Italia…" Japan moaned softly, and then blushed at the sound he'd just made. Italy smirked. "You can be loud." He said. "Germany's gone now and even if he were here it wouldn't matter. I want to hear it."

Japan's eyes widened. "But…but Italia, you're so innocent."

Italy put his finger thoughtfully to his lip. "Hai." He agreed. "But as I said, I want to satisfy my boyfriend. And I'm sure you have needs that only I can fulfill neh?" He grinned innocently before opening Japan's mouth gently with his, exploring the wet warmth inside.

Japan moaned against him. "Well…" He said naughtily. "I have my right hand."

"Your right hand can't do it all." Italy said matter-of-factly, feeling Japan's small tongue against his. He looked at Japan with big, innocent green eyes. "You're one of the very few things I like more than pasta." He said. "And I think we're about to do something I'll grow to like a lot more than pasta."

Japan blushed. "N-now?" He said. "On your bed?"

"We don't have to." Italy shrugged. "But…it would be fun." He reached underneath Japan's shirt and ran a hand up his stomach. Japan bit his lip. "Hard to say no when…nh…" He blushed as Italy's hand brushed over his sensitive pink nipples. He arched his back and pulled Italy close again, kissing his lips before trailing his tongue down Italy's neck. "Do whatever you want to me." He said huskily. "No 18 year old male should be alive that long without getting any action."

Italy slowly pulled Japan's shirt off, kissing down his chest before stopping to suckle his now erect nipples. "Japan-Chan…" He moaned. "I…think I love you."

Japan groaned, and his toes curled in his shoes. Italy had somehow managed to straddle him and their painfully erect groins pressed into each other to create a friction he nearly couldn't stand. "I think I love you too Italia." He whispered.

Italy ran a hand along Japan's side, down to his hip. "I have no idea what I'm doing." He smiled, lapping at Japan's neck. "Are you feeling good?"

"Ask my erection." Japan said cockily, thrusting his hips upwards so that Italy could feel exactly what he was talking about. Italy's breath hitched, and his mouth opened in a heated little gasp. He reached down and deftly undid Japan's belt, zipping down his pants. "Japan…I want to see you…naked."

Japan lifted his hips so Italy could pull his pants entirely off. He blushed as Italy's gaze ravished him. "I hope…I'm satisfactory." He murmured.

"You're perfect." Italy whispered. Japan bit his lip. "You're making me feel so good Italia-Chan…I want to make you feel good too. I want to make you cum."

"Such dirty phrases from such a clean little mouth." Italy said in awe. Japan kissed him, running his tongue over Italy's bottom lip. "My mouth can get a lot dirtier you know." He said. He flipped them, so he was straddling Italy, and in a few seconds hand his pants in a pile on the ground. "A lot dirtier."

Italy blushed as Japan slid his already slightly moist boxers off. Little Italy stood at attention, eager to be free. Italy reached up and slid Japan's own boxers over his slender hips and off, so that they were skin against skin, heat against hit. Japan hissed out a seductive moan. "I want to…" He whispered, breaking off. "I want to…"

"What?" Italy said.

Japan flushed. "I want to suck you off." He murmured. "I want you in my mouth. Then I want you inside me."

Little Italy twitched happily. "So dirty." He said happily, running his fingers through Japan's silky hair. "Who am I to keep what you want from you Japan?" He added innocently. Japan dragged Italy's shirt off of him. "You lucky bastard." He said vehemently. "All that pasta and you're still as gorgeously defined as a swimmer."

Italy smiled, which quickly was changed into an incredibly loud moan as a wet, hot mouth clamped itself over his erection. He gasped out Japan's name, arching his back in an effort to contain his over exuberant friskiness. "Nh…it feels so good…"

Japan moved his mouth slowly up and down, pausing momentarily to lick along the side and suckle the tip of Italy's ever-growing shaft. Italy's face flushed with pure adrenaline. "Please…"He whispered, stroking his fingers through Japan's hair. "Please Japan…more…harder…"

Japan complied, taking the entire length of Italy in his mouth, all the way down to the hilt. By now the taste of pre-cum was filling his mouth. He stopped. "Italia…" He gasped breathily, reaching up to kiss him intensely. "I want to cum with you."

Italy kicked off his shoes and brought Japan against him. He wanted to feel all of Japan's delicious body naked against his. He nodded deftly and grasped little Japan, beginning to pump the already desperately throbbing member. Japan began emitting tiny, heavy panting moans, each one louder than the last. He thrust his hips in time with Italy's thrusting, tangling tongues with his boyfriend while whispering incoherent dirty things he was dying to do with him.

When he couldn't take anymore he began grinding against Italy's nearly ready member, the friction helping rise to a peak what had been building for the last fifteen minutes. Then it was white everywhere, and an eager Japan licked the excess off of Italy's stomach. "Sweet." He said dirtily, licking his lips.

Italy was curious." Let me taste." He said, kissing Japan yet again. Now he was on top again, refusing to end the heated make out with Japan. Their hands grappled to grope various exposed heated body parts and before Italy knew it he was erect again. There was no going back now. He'd seen the light and he could never stop at this point.

"I'm going to…make you ready…" He said, his sentences being interrupted by wet, passionate kisses from Japan. Japan looked up at him nervously. "Be gentle." He pleaded.

"Suck." Italy whispered, sticking two fingers into Japan's mouth. Just the feeling of Japan's hot tongue swirling around his digits made him more than hard again. Japan looked at him adorably. "Inside me, please Italia. Now."

How could he resist? Italy pulled his wet fingers from Japan's mouth, widened his legs and thrust them into Japan's twitching boy hole. Japan groaned loudly, squirming against the pressure.

"So…nh...so tight." Italy said in amazement, slowly moving his fingers deeper, bringing them almost all the way out before thrusting them back in. Japan's back arched in half-pain, half-pleasure. Italy added a third fingers into the mix, letting Japan get used to it before starting to thrust again. Somewhere along the line Japan's little grunts of pain stopped coming, and were replaced by sizzling hot whimpers.

"I'm ready." He whispered. "Italia, please, now!"

Italy blushed and nodded, fumbling for the bottle of lube Germany had given him from his bedside table, squirting some unto his fingers before rubbing it quickly over his throbbing member.

Japan gripped his arms, so horny his eyes were dilated to their full capacity. Italy bit his lips. He hadn't been trained in this; he'd have to do it entirely on his own. Japan's twitching red little orifice was his target, and his cock was apparently the arrow. He couldn't miss.

Japan lay expectantly, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt so dirty, a perfectly sculptured smex god of a boyfriend hovering over him about to pop his cherry made him want to cum before it had even started.

"How much do you want me?" Italy whispered. "Hn, Japan? Tell me how much."

"So much." Japan moaned. "Italia, now…now."

"What do you want me to do to you?" Italy teased, moving in between Japan's legs, raising his hips.

"Fuck me." Japan said, looking straight into Italy's eyes. "Right now."

A ripple of excitement shot through Italy. How could he resist?

Japan didn't have to wait long. In seconds the delicious sensation he'd been dying to feel filled him, took him over. Italy inside him, hard, hot, so hot. Japan couldn't stop moaning, although Italy hadn't even started moving yet. He felt like a slut, so desperate to have a cock filling him, but he felt so damn good at the same time, he loved it.

Italy, although trying desperately to go slowly, could hardly contain himself. Never had he been in anything so hot and tight, never had he felt so amazing. Japan's small hands wrapped themselves around Italy and he started to thrust his hips in time. Could anything really be this good?

Italy tried slowing down, but Japan's urges of 'faster Italia, harder!' made it slightly difficult. In a matter or moments he was practically pounding into Japan, and he wasn't sure how either of them was managing to hold it in. The bed shook violently with his heavy thrusts and Japan's grunts became moans, became groans, became yells.

"Italia…"Japan gasped out, feeling himself twitching painfully. "Italia, I'm coming…"

"Cum for me…" Italy whispered, feeling himself ready to explode. He squeezed his eyes shut but couldn't hold it in for a second longer. He felt himself jet heavily into Japan's smex-hole, triggering Japan to cum as well.

Japan panted heavily, his chest heaving up and down with the sheer exertion. He'd never had such a powerful ejaculation, never had had anything that powerful before.

Italy slid out of Japan, rolling over to land beside him. His eyes were half-closed, but he still had enough energy to card a hand through Japan's hair, kiss him again.

"We're going to…have to clean this up." He whispered, gesturing to their sticky bodies and his messed up bedspreads. "G-Germany'll be home soon."

"Maybe we can have a three-some." Japan grinned dirtily, licking his lips. Italy contemplated.

"Maybe." He agreed, smirking.

"That was…so good. I love you Italia- Chan." Whispered Japan, hugging his boyfriend. Italy cooed happily. "Neh…this was so much better than pasta." He whispered. "I love you so much more than pasta." He tweaked one of Japan's pink nipples before looking up at him teasingly. "But seeexxxxxx doesn't have the same ring to it as pastaaa, so I think I'm going to have to stick with my other catch phrase."

Japan blushed. "We just…made love, didn't we?" He whispered. "I just had you inside of me, didn't I?"

Italy nodded and blushed as well. "I hope…I was satisfactory Japan." He whispered. "I don't want to disappoint you."

"You never will." Japan said, pressing his lips to Italy's one last time before they started scurrying around to clean up the room.

"Would you spend the rest of your life with me?" Italy whispered, blushing.

Japan contemplated seriously. There would be political issues between their governments of course, as well as same-sex marriage between them. But when he thought about it, only one phrase kept coming to mind.

"Nh," He shrugged, hugging Italy's body close, nestling himself into his neck. "Why not?"

There it is! I updated quickly for everyone! The end of the smexy little ItalyxJapan. Message me if you'd like more!

Ciao!

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