[IC R-18 sillies] Sleepovers With Germany Are Dangerous.

[failiciano]

[Because he's Italy, he's sleeping first. Or, rather, because he ran back over to Germany's house while he was in the shower and, for once, decided not to bust in there and talk to him, he hopped into bed, bored, and fell asleep first. He would've loved to wait for him! But he was too comfortable

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[1amkeit]

[After finishing his shower, Germany dressed in his usual sleeping attire consisting of a black tank top and red boxer shorts. He made sure both his and Italy's clothes were folded neatly before he laid down beside Italy. As the day on the Meme was rather busy, it didn't take him long to fall asleep]

[Germany's dreams start off innocently enough. Finishing up his paperwork somehow returned his ability to talk to him, and currently he is dreaming of Italy enjoying himself as he cooks him a nice meal, without making a mess, while he leafs through the most recent edition of Die Zeit]

[failiciano]

[Being a very heavy sleeper, Italy hadn't at all noticed Germany join him or anything he'd done around the room at all. Subconsciously, he did notice the extra warmth, however, and crawled a bit closer to it.]

[Exactly what Italy had been cooking was pretty nondescript. But it did occur to him, while he worked on something else as the food boiled in the pot, that he was not only in Germany's kitchen, but that he was cooking for Germany, as well. And it was definitely Germany's kitchen, as the counters and floor seemed to simply consume any mess that he made, leaving everything sparkling as he'd like it. However, he wasn't bothered by the magic, self-cleaning counters, and checked on the wurst he was cooking, since he'd(or had the kitchen done it on it's own?) prepared the rest of the food and already put it on the plates.]

It's almost ready~ Is Germany ready? Germany's ready to eat, right?

[1amkeit]

[Germany generally doesn't move around a lot in his sleep, so there wouldn't have been much of a physical response from him. At least not at first]

[This dream is familiar territory to Germany, and he nods at the questions like he's done in the previous versions. Even though the questions remain silly to him because he finds the answer obvious]

Yes, I've finished all the paperwork for the rest of the day.

[After placing the newspaper out of the way, he gets up to fetch the cutlery and plates and glasses to set the table. But first he stops by to inspect the wurst as well, moving to stand close beside Italy until their sides are practically touching. He allows himself a small smile as he's greeted by the spicy scent of sausage, and he lets his hand rest on the small of Italy's back]

It smells good.

[failiciano]

[For all Italy knows, he could be sitting there, waiting for him to finish cooking so they could train or do something else. Of course he needs to ask! And when it's confirmed along with that Germany will be free the rest of the day, he beams.]

Which means Germany will be free all day! Yahoo!

[With a bounce, he returned to cooking while Germany rose. He paused when he felt him standing so close and looked up at him, surprised(but pleased) to see a smile on his face, and he even returned it at the hand on him. He shortly closed the gap between their sides to rub his cheek against his shoulder.]

Grazie! I tried to make it just like Germany likes it, since I wanted to make it special for you!

[1amkeit]

[Germany was somewhat embarrassed that he'd startled Italy. He wondered if perhaps he'd done something wrong, and mentally went through all the manuals he'd read, which proved rather difficult given the distractions facing him. Of course, he couldn't remember any rule or suggestion stating that he'd made a mistake, so he continued, getting harder with every thrust]

[Feeling Italy's cock rubbing against his in the confines of his hand was even better, and he moaned Italy's name again]

Anh, h-here...

[He wrapped his own hand on the opposite side of Italy's and grasped both of their lengths firmly, creating just enough friction for Germany's liking. With his free hand he covered Italy's hand, and at the same time bucked up to meet Italy's movements]

[failiciano]

[Italy had never had the pleasure of touching such a thing, so he didn't exactly know what sort of reaction it would elicit. He quickly got used to it and understood, kissing Germany's cheek to ensure him that he was okay.]

A-ah. . .uu-v--ee.

[Using his own free hand to ensure he didn't fall off of his lap, he held onto Germany's shirt and rest his head on his shoulder. With the hand Germany was covering with his own, he guided him into continuing to stroke them together, while still thrusting against one another and into each other's hands. While Germany called his name, Italy was. . .fairly silent, besides the occasional little moan and his deep breathing. But the rather wanton way he'd been responding, the color on his cheeks, and the way his curl squiggled but still maintained a heart-shape showed enough that he was enjoying it.]

[1amkeit]

[When Italy rested his head on Germany's shoulder, he kissed down Italy's jawline since he could easily reach it. From the way his curl was squiggling, he wondered if he should stimulate that, too]

[For now though, he simply kept thrusting and stroking at the pace Italy had set]

[failiciano]

O-oh. . .ve. . . .

[Italy nuzzled his neck at the kisses, kissing low on his throat when he'd stopped. His breathing began to get heavy and unsteady, and his grip tightening both around their cocks(or as much of them both was in his hand, anyway) and on Germany's shirt.]

[His thrusts also went less in time with their movements, becoming more jerky and shaky.]

[1amkeit]

[Germany thought it was somewhat cute, but he primarily focused on washing his foot, rather than tickling it. This time he tried to be less rough and less hasty to see if that would help. After he was done with this foot, he'd have washed his back, legs and feet, and the remaining areas were his chest, arms, butt and ...pelvic region. He'd just have to make sure Italy would be comfortable with that, first]

[It didn't take long for Germany to clean this foot either, and he stood up after he was done]

You can turn around again.

[failiciano]

[Italy squirmed much less and managed not to laugh, though he did grin and hiss a little, mirthfully. When his foot was released he put it back on the floor of the tub and, when it was okay, he bounced a little(he didn't want to slip, after all) so he was facing Germany again]

Grazie, Germany! Ve, do I have to wash you now, too? Because there's a lot of Germany to wash.

[1amkeit]

But I've only washed your back and legs! There's still more to- [And then the last part of Italy's sentence registered]

...I'm not that much bigger than you!

[failiciano]

Oh! You're right! You can finish the rest, then.

You are! You really are!! Germany's like this! [He makes the same, strange gesture with his arms as he did during Christmas, attempting to show about how big he was. It still wasn't especially clear.]

[1amkeit]

[When he finished, Germany blinked once, carefully, before he fully opened his eyes to stare at him. After he came the flush on his face had lessened, but he could feel it spreading across his cheeks again just because he felt happy, and somewhat awkward, that Italy was doing this for him. To help out, he offered Italy his left hand with his palm facing the sky so he could get started on washing that arm. Unless his dream had something else in store for him]

[failiciano]

[Italy looked at his hand before putting his own in it, like a dog that had been asked to 'shake.' But then he pulled his hand away, put more soap on it, and held Germany's hand from the bottom so he could lather it up. At first, he moved somewhat quickly, before he slowed down to admire his hands, how much bigger than his own they were, and the muscles under his smaller hands, from hi s wrist all the way up to his shoulder, then down again, before rinsing the water off, still fairly slow and no less like he was massaging bit by bit than he'd done before.]

[1amkeit]

[Germany's eyes trailed the movements of his hands over his arm. He'd always liked the feel of Italy's hands against his skin. Unlike Germany's own hands, they seemed to be proficient at romantic touches, whereas his own felt awkward. All in all, he rarely was this comfortable and, though he wouldn't admit this outside of his dream, he enjoyed the fact that Italy wasn't rushing this]

[failiciano]

[He made little shapes with his finger as he moved across his collar, the only thing actually marking them on his skin being the water on his hands. When he reached his other shoulder and down to it's hand, he did the same as he had the previous arm, lovingly admiring every bit of it. Like a well-chiseled sculpture. He rinsed the soap off, finally, and then threw his arms in the air]

Okay, Germany, arms up! Up, up! [Or around him, that would be up enough.]

[1amkeit]

[After Germany'd washed his hands once more, he reached out to grab hold of Italy's hand to stop him]

I-I'll clean it since you also cleaned mine.

[failiciano]

[He paused and tried to keep a somewhats cared look from his face before nodding.]

M-mm! Please don't break my face! [He allowed him to take the soap from him, then.]

[1amkeit]

[Germany released some of the frustration on the soap by squeezing it a bit as if it were a stressball]

I told you I wouldn't! Trust me already!

[After he'd covered his hands with suds, he rested one on the space between Italy's neck and shoulder, and cupped his cheek with the other, spreading the soapy water over his cheek, chin and forehead, while avoiding his eyes and mouth]

[failiciano]

[Italy leaned away from him, nervously at the squeezing. In response to the demand regarding trust, he nodded.]

I do! B-but Germany could have an accident or. . .or something!

[He quieted himself once it started, keeping his eyes and mouth shut, trying to hold still.]