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“Remind me not to go on a hike with you ever again.” Italy sighed, shaking the water from his hair.
“How was I supposed to know it was going to rain?” Germany asked, absolutely drenched.
“You could have checked the weather, duh.” Italy kicked off his wet shoes.
Germany had decided to take his husband on a romantic autumn hike, but the weather had other plans. An awful storm had started when they were halfway up the trail, leaving them completely soaked.
“Sorry,” Germany looked down at his feet. “The weather app said there was only a thirty percent chance of rain.”
“Don’t apologize!” Italy hated seeing Germany sad. “I’m sorry if I sounded mad. I’m not mad at you. I’m just cold and wet and I want a shower. Actually, screw that. I want a bath.”
“That sounds nice.” Germany smiled at the thought of him and Italy in the tub, letting the hot water warm their bones. “Would you mind if I joined you?” He gave Italy his best begging eyes.
Italy couldn’t help but grin. “I’d love that. Grab the lube on your way upstairs.”
“Wait, what?”
“I can see right through you, amore. I know what you’re planning.”
Germany kept quiet. Italy knew him all too well.
In the bathroom, Italy and Germany’s clothes lay in a pile on the tile floor. Steam rose from the freshly-filled bathtub, creating a fog on the mirror.
Italy tested the water with his hand. “It’s nice and hot, Germany. Come on in!”
Germany stepped inside the tub, feeling like he could melt. He sighed as he sat down, feeling all the cold leave his body.
Italy seated himself in the water, glad to be warm again.
“I’m sorry we got rained on.” Germany apologized. “I wasn’t expecting for the weather to change so suddenly.”
Italy laughed. “You’re so sweet, Germany. There’s no need to be sorry. It’s not like you control the weather.” Italy got closer, close enough that his nose almost touched Germany’s. “I enjoy being with you, my love. No matter what you’re doing.”
“Italy,” Germany brushed Italy’s hair out of his eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Italy leaned in, and their lips met in a heated kiss, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Their tongues made contact, breath mixing as Italy crawled into Germany’s lap. They kissed until their lungs both screamed for oxygen, and they had to pull apart.
“Germany,” Italy’s face was flushed, and his lips were glossy with their mingling saliva. “Did you bring it like I asked you to?”
“The lube?”
“Sì.”
“I brought it. Just give me a second.” Germany reached for the bottle that he’d left on the floor, his wet fingers sliding across the tile. Eventually, he found the bottle and uncapped it.
He looked across the room. “I’m not sure how we’re gonna do this. The tub’s a little small.”
Italy thought for a moment. “How about you sit on the edge of the tub, against the wall, and I can ride you?”
“That sounds good. Really sexy, honestly.” Germany felt his face turn red. He was becoming so hard that it hurt. He sat himself on the edge of the bathtub, erection on full display.
Italy sat in his lap once again, water running down his tan skin. “Do you still have the lube?”
Germany nodded and held up the bottle, then doused his fingers with its contents.
Italy wrapped his legs around Germany’s waist, head buzzing with anticipation. He whimpered as Germany prodded his hole with cold, slippery fingers. Germany worked one slick digit inside him, and Italy couldn’t control the moan that escaped his lips.
“That feels good, Germany.” Italy panted. “Another one. Please.”
Germany added another finger. It went in easily, due to all the lube. He angled his fingers upwards, searching for that particular spot. Italy moaned again, and Germany knew he’d found it. He moved his two fingers in a scissoring motion, then added a third.
“Germany,” Italy groaned. “That feels really good. I-I think I’m ready for the real thing now. I need you inside me.”
Italy positioned himself over Germany’s erection, lube dripping from his hole. Germany grabbed Italy’s hips, keeping him steady.
“Just lower yourself onto me.” Germany said, not wanting his lover to overdo it. “Slowly, now. Don’t hurt yourself, Liebling.”
Italy blushed at his favorite pet name. Eager to please his husband, he took all of Germany inside him, inch by inch.
“Verdammt,” Germany gasped. His cock was engulfed in warm, wet heat, and it was overwhelming. “Italy… that feels good. Mein Gott.”
Italy gripped Germany’s shoulders so he could keep his balance, and began rocking his hips back and forth.
“You’re doing so good, Liebling.” Germany’s fingers dug into the supple flesh of Italy’s ass. “Keep doing just that.”
Before long, a familiar feeling started to build between Italy’s legs. “Germany… I think I’m about to come.” His knuckles turned white from grasping Germany’s shoulders.
Italy called out his husband’s name as he climaxed. His release coated his thighs while pleasure coursed through his trembling body.
“Italy,” Germany could feel Italy clenching around him, and the feeling was sending him over the edge. “I’m about to-”
Before he could finish his sentence, his orgasm hit him. Stars danced across his vision, and he pulled Italy close, not ever wanting to let him go.
“Ich liebe dich, Italy. I love you so much.” He buried his face in Italy’s neck, unable to think straight.
“I love you, too.” Italy whispered.
They sat like that for a minute, wrapped up in each other’s embrace.
“Hate to ruin the mood,” Italy began. “But you’re still… uh… inside me.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Germany held onto Italy as he pulled out, then looked at the mess they’d made. Their legs and stomachs were coated with their mixed fluids.
“We should probably wash up.” Italy told him, embarrassed.
“Ja.” Germany sat down in the tub, waiting for Italy to join him
Italy lowered himself into the now-lukewarm bath, wincing as the water hit his aching rear. He sighed and lay his head on Germany’s muscled chest.
“You know,” Italy began. “I take back what I said earlier. I will hike with you again.”
Germany kissed Italy’s forehead. “I’m glad to hear it.”
“We should make it a tradition. We go on a hike, and end it just like this.”
Germany stroked Italy’s damp hair. “I think I’d like that very much.”