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Feliciano was bored. Mind numbingly bored. Granted, he was always bored during meetings, but this time was different. This time he was bored and horny. Extremely horny. Normally he wouldn't be this hung up on it, but for whatever reason today was the day that his mind was forcing sex to the front of his head. He wasn't exactly opposed to sleeping with other countries but it had been a good while. However, seduction wasn’t exactly his forte, and even if it was, this needed settling now. So what to do? Well, it was the middle of a meeting so that immediately showed to be a problem. Then there was the option of actually getting his point across without the likely dismissal or concern. He let out a small huff and leant on his chair as he weighed his options. A quick glance around showed that the others were just as bored with Ludwig’s droning as he was. He could either wait another two hours or so until the meeting was over and try to find a solution then, or... An idea popped into his brain like a little lightbulb, one that sent warm arousal down his spine.
He dragged his eyes around the table with growing desire, weighing his options. Arthur would probably scream so that was a no, Francis was completely out of the question, Lovino would probably kill him if he tried Antonio, maybe…
He bit his lips as his pants tightened even more. Definitely.
His pen slipped out of his fingers onto the floor, noisily clacking to the floor. A few eyes flickered his way, so he smiled brightly before ducking under the table and beginning his little quest. Trying to navigate through the jungle of legs proved to be a bit of a challenge, especially when every shift of the leg or scrape of a chair made his heart speed up. The possibilities were endless. If anyone decided to look under the table, he’d definitely be seen. Aside from that, he’s taking a pretty big risk as it is. This did nothing to null his arousal, however and he continued, looking for the tell-tale scarf that marked his target.
When he was finally kneeling directly in front of Ivan, he hesitated. Contrary to popular belief, Feliciano wasn’t stupid. He knew that if Ivan wasn’t 100% sold on this, then he was a goner. Rushing into it would be a terrible idea (something told him that this a terrible idea in general), so he opted for tapping on Ivan’s thigh. He visibly tensed at this, and Feliciano bit his lip with a wide grin. However, Ivan didn’t seem to be mad, just extremely confused. And he didn’t move to stop him when he lightly dragging his hands up Ivan’s thighs towards the prize that seemed stirred up already. And he definitely didn’t stop him when Feliciano pressed his mouth against Ivan’s crotch, planting sloppy kisses there before beginning to undo the fly. Ivan’s breath hitched above him, and his hand gripped the chair as Feliciano continued undoing his pants and pulling his cock out. Feliciano inhaled deeply, burning with desire.
Dio, he’s huge...
It didn’t deter him though, it was too late to bail out now, and he gave a few experimental pumps and watched in growing excitement as it continued to grow in his hand. Ivan’s fingers threaded through his hair, very nearly brushing over the curl, causing a hot shiver to wrack his body which had him biting his lip to quell a high whine, so he decided to get started. He leant forward a bit and gave a long lick up the side. He heard Ivan sigh above him, so he took that as a good sign to continue. He took the head into his mouth, lightly sucking and he lapped up the salty precum that dripped into his mouth. He took him deeper and he was suddenly very aware of just how big Ivan was. No way was he going to be able to take him whole. He was barely halfway down on the thick shaft before he had to stop for a moment to stave off any audible gags that would give him away. He could feel his throat spasming and Ivan’s finger brushed his curl, making him lean forward into the touch and take him a little deeper. Then his hand went around to the back of his head and lightly gripped his hair, so he decided to get to work.
He set to pumping whatever he couldn’t reach with his hand while he lapped at the hot dick in his mouth, bobbing his head with Ivan guiding him through the motions and trying his hardest not to be heard. He took note of what amount of pressure made it twitch in his throat and how a certain swipe of the tongue like so would send a stream of hot precum into his waiting mouth. He stifled a moan as Ivan pushed on the back of his head, his cock going deeper in his throat now and bringing tears to his eyes. Not that he minded, god no. In fact he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been so hard. He was grateful for the sudden shouting match that erupted above him because it gave him the opportunity to pull his own cock out to stroke himself. He moaned softly around Ivan, the muffled sound quiet but still audible. Feliciano thanked god that no one had sat next to Russia (come on, who would be dumb enough? Then again, he was currently on his knees and sucking his dick…) or else he’d definitely be caught.
He was close now, they both were. Every time Feliciano went down on Ivan, he twitched and throbbed against his throat. The feeling was driving him mad with lust as he bobbed his head with renewed vigor, wanting to taste the older man’s cum. He rubbed his tongue anywhere he could find as he sucked him down into his throat over and over and over and…
Suddenly his head was forced forward, flat against Ivan’s pelvis as Feliciano felt hot cum shoot down his throat. Ivan moaned above him but disguised it as a violent cough. The taste and feeling pushed him over the edge, his eyes fluttered closed again as his hips stuttered and he came into his hand. He came back to reality after a few minutes, removing the now soft dick from his mouth before tucking it away and re-doing Ivan’s pants. He sat there panting for the longest time, looking around; no one seemed to have noticed. He let out a quiet breath of relief.
This was definitely happening again, but they needed a code, some sort of signal. He thought for a while before tapping Ivan’s thigh three times and crawling back to his seat, hoping he’d get the message.
The second he was back up in his chair, he made eye contact with Ivan. The lustful something of a smirk sent shivers down his spine. Feliciano made a show of biting his pen, before turning his attention to Arthur’s presentation and commending himself on a very good idea.