~Chapter No Longer Forgotten~

[Italy]

{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5}

With his eyes closed, Kumajirou didn't notice Matthew walk in, until a soft voice whispered so close to his ear. His eyes, now wide open, were staring at the Canadian boy in shock. Had he heard him downstairs?! Oh no... that's what he was trying to avoid! He wanted to push Matthew away, and tell him that he was okay, convincing the younger boy with a smile. He wanted to, but nothing was alright now.

It just, literally, seemed to grow into a bigger and bigger problem the longer he let it last. Would it always be like this? He wondered...

But, his thoughts were soon cut short when he heard something from Matthew. Something about.... wanting to help him with his problem. Wait, help him!?
Kuma sat there in unexpected surprise. Was he telling the truth? Did he really want to help him? He didn't want to believe it, though he really wanted to. But, his doubts suddenly vanished when he felt a gentle touch to his thighs. It was comforting, relaxing him a bit. He loved how his little Master knows just the right thing to do in the worst kind of situations. But, he instantly felt guilty, thoughts flooding his head yet again.

Matthew was offering to help him, but he didn't seem quite as sure on the idea as he let on. He wanted them both to enjoy it, if this was going to happen right now. In fact, he actually wanted Francis to be a part, so that the Canadian nation would be twice as happy. It thrilled him to finally have the opportunity to make his wet dream a reality.
He was so excited to get started, that he wanted to tackle the ahoge blonde and do it right there. But, the bathroom floor would be anything but pleasant to make love on. So, he looked up at Francis, and began to talk... but couldn't quite find the right words.

Francis, however, understood completely. The pleading look in his eye, and the way he was just able to read his mind precisely. It was odd how they were able to do that so much, and so accurately, but it wasn't anything bad. Perhaps they have been communicating silently because they wanted to connect as well. If they were both going to love Matthew, then their relationship would have to grow as well.

Which, neither of them seemed to complain. Kumajirou was always fond of the blonde care-taker, and Francis didn't mind in the least that now there was a cute, shojo-esque boy here to love Matthew. Plus, he wasn't all that hard to look at either<3

But, they both were doing it for Matthew. Their sweet, sweet Matty. Even though they had promised for the relationship to be about all three of them, the other two males hoped to keep Matthew the most happy. After all, when he was happy and content with himself, so would they.

Francis, still in a locked gaze with the bear-boy, nodded softly before walking over to the bed, and sitting gently against the headboard. With him seated and ready, Kuma was able to muster up some strength to pluck his master from the ground, and sit him on the bed.

Or, preferably... Francis's lap.

When the smaller boy made contact with the Frenchman, his main instinct was to grab his hips firmly, yet gently, to keep him in place. They didn't want him uncomfortable or sliding around, so to have him in one spot was perfect. Besides, Francis didn't mind in the least that his little Canadian was this close to him, in his lap and held firmly by his protective grasp.

Kuma had gently pushed Matthew back so that his head rested on the oldest's shoulder, and his body laid out overtop of him. This gave Kumajirou a perfect view of both their faces, plus full access to Matthew's tender body.

"We want to do it like this, if you don't mind, Matty," Kumajirou explained, gently pushing open the Canadian's legs. "If it's going to be done, then you are going to feel good, and get pleasure out of this too. If not as much as us, then much much more." Francis nodded, and gently licked the cartilage on Matthew's ear.

"You are important too Matthew, am I right?" he added, gently sliding a hand up the front of Matthew's shirt and rubbing the underdeveloped chest.

Hopefully, Matthew will be accepting, and do this. Both of the other boys were really excited, and eagerly awaited an answer.

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9}

The thought of what Kumajirou must have been thinking right now weighed heavily on Matthew's mind. He knew he was surprised to even see him here before him, so he wondered how he must have been feeling after hearing his proposal. It was true that he did want to help him with his problem, it was his own fault, after all, but he worried if maybe he wouldn't want to.

Maybe it was too soon, or he felt endure it alone, or that just the blonde wasn't ready. He didn't know if he was willing to give him a chance or not, to show that he was ready to do such things. He was nervous, but ready. Because he loved Kumajirou so much, he wanted to prove that he loved him. Matthew found it hard to speak sometimes, as everyone already well knew, so there was no other option other than to show it with his actions instead.

He hoped they would both understand what he was trying to do. He was only doing this for Kumajirou and no one else. Because he loved him so much, and wanted to take care of him. And if that meant taking care of a pesky problem he had between his legs, then so be it. The blonde hadn't spoken or even moved an inch since talking. It seemed like forever until he noticed Kumajirou look up and lock eyes with Francis.

He wondered why he had done so, and wondering about things he didn't know or understand always left him feeling more nervous than he should have been. They were sending thoughts and messages between each other without even talking, which he found himself feeling just a tiny bit jealous about. The boy wondered if he could do such things for the both of them, too, or maybe it would just come naturally the more time they spent together.

Matthew watched as Francis seemed to get the silent message and walked away, which left him even more confused, until Kumajirou picked him up into his arms and started to carry him out of the bathroom. He couldn't see where he was being taken to, but knew that he was still in the bedroom, at least. Then he was placed on the bed, but on top of something else now, at the same time.

Moving his head back just a little, he gasped to see he was sitting in Francis' lap now. A blush appeared on his cheeks and he was completely speechless. He looked from Francis to Kumajirou, looking in shock and surprise. He hadn't been expecting this, but he should have known that if they were going to do something, it would be the three of him. Now that he realized that, he felt himself become even more shy than before.

Matthew rested against the older blonde's back as the white haired male was getting between his legs. He watched with big eyes, expectantly watching every movement that was made. He felt shy, but also eager. It was a strange feeling. He wanted to see and feel what Kumajirou would do to him. "W-what? B-b-but, I t-thought..." He tried to say, but couldn't find the words to do so.

He thought he was the one to do this for him, not the other way around! He felt Francis' soft hand up his shirt and rubbing his chest, which he couldn't help but moan out to. Just a simple touch was like flipping on a switch inside him. It felt good to be touched, and he wanted more. Matthew still looked down; his lips quivering to say something.

"K-Kuma... If y-you do this... it will make you h-happy, right...?" He asked, now giving a soft smile. "I-I want it, t-too... I don't m-mind it... like this... With both you and Francis..." He squirmed underneath the touches to his body and let out soft moans of pleasure. If just this much was turning him on so much already, he didn't know what anything further would feel like to him.

[Italy]

{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5}

Kumajirou watched as Francis gently massaged the younger boy's chest, and couldn't help but smile when he heard a soft moan. Francis heard it too, and couldn't help but want to hear more. So, with an even gentler touch, he took Matthew's excited nub of flesh inbetween his two fingers, and gently rolled it inbetween them, feeling the other squirm around on his chest and gasp in a quick reply.

Kumajirou nodded as he spread Matthew's legs even more.
"Nothing else would make me happier to see. I really want to hear you moan, like in my dream. I want to see your face light up and blush when I touch you in the places that please you most," he explained, gently un-doing the pesky button that was keeping the Canadian's pants closed. "And, if you'll let me, I'd like to please you too, Francis!"

The Frenchman was taken by surprise when he was mentioned in the last part... and mentioned he was. Kumajirou wanted to please him as well?
Weren't they supposed to be doing this for him in the first place? He felt touched to be thought of, but at the same time worried that Kuma was still engulfed in that unbearable pain.

He was about to say something, but when the white-haired boy had Matthew's pants immediatly around his ankles, he felt he needed to keep up his half of the pleasing as well. So, gently, he pulled Matthew's shirt from his body, and proceeded to lick and nibble the nape of his neck. His hands had yet to cease movement, and now his other hand had occupied the nipple that was lacking attention. Very gently, he worked, making sure not to hurt him or cause him to be uncomfortable.

Kumajirou also had the same thought in mind as he gently palmed the semi-tight part of Matthew's maple-leaf boxers. The fact that he was wearing something so patriotic to his country made him smile warmly. He was so loyal, even to himself!

But quickly, the pesky underwear was thrown off to the side, and he couldn't help but gawk at his master's exposed body now.
He never really did see his blonde naked, even though they were together all their lives. He always had seemed to turn away when Matthew was in the shower, or was sleeping still when he rose bright and early to change and get ready. Even in his dream, the view to his lower half was being obstructed by his own body. But, he was positive about what was going on in the fantasy.
And now, his master fully exposed to him, he was able to piece together what had been missing. And, he was absolutely beautiful. It was nice to be able to see the part of his body that had been covered, forbidden by him to see it. As a bear, he thought nothing of it, but now as his lover, it was like a dream coming true.

And, in this case, it was.

"Just relax Matty, okay?" Kuma asked, getting closer and closer to the hardening flesh of his blonde master. "If you don't like it, please tell me, and I'll stop." He gently grabbed the bottom of his member, stroking it with the gentlest touch. "But, I really want to do this for you. So, if you feel something you like, tell me that too." And, with that, he gently leaned forward and took the tip into his mouth, sucking gently.

Francis watched with envy as he did so, and couldn't help but suddenly feel needy and excited as well. But, why would he need attention too? This was for Matthew and Kumajirou. Unfortunately, on Francis's part, his arousal had grown, and the bear-boy felt it against his hand. He looked up, pulled away from his business with his Matty, and began to shift them around again.

Now, they were in a sitting position, and Francis had Matthew pressed close to his chest, straddling his hips almost. But, they were both facing the eager white-haired male as well, and it made him all the more eager to see their lustful expressions.

He leaned down again, and made quick disposal of the barrier between him and Francis's member that consisted of his pants and boxers. At first, Kuma was taken back by the unexpected size, but he immediately thought nothing of it. The nation itself was big, so he shouldn't expect any less from the man representing it.

He quickly began to work again, gently wrapping his hand around the Frenchman's hardening manhood, and swallowing his master's member once again, humming and licking up the base as he did so.

The actions were getting him so excited as well, and he felt as if he would burst. So, with his free hand, he quickly began to touch himself once more, not caring that the noises escaped him this time.

Francis was too lost in the pleasure, and his Matty seemed to be overwhelmed by everything as well. They wouldn't mind if he got a little bit of pleasure too, would they?

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9}

The shy, little Canadian would have never expected to find himself in such a situation. Ever. And especially with two people pleasuring him at the same time instead of just one. Francis using his hands for the top half of his body, and Kumajirou working on the bottom. Matthew dared not to look as he felt the button for his pants come undone, and the next thing he knew a rush of cooler air was felt against his now bare legs.

"Uwaa!" The blonde gasped out embarrassed, but couldn't cover himself. From the way he was sitting, his arms would not reach long enough, and Kumajirou was between his legs, so he couldn't close them. But that didn't stop his legs from shaking just in the slightest. He finally had to peek an eye open to see what was happening to him. He could see the outlines of Francis' hands on his bare chest, playing around and gently teasing both of his nipples at once. It hurt a little, but only because they were so sensitive.

But it brought some wonderful feelings to him, nonetheless. Most of his moaning and soft whimpering came from that. Then, he looked down and saw he was still wearing his boxers. Remembering the boxers he had on made Matthew feel even more embarrassed. He hadn't expected for anyone to see them. Especially not the both of them. His pale face was burning a bright red of color. He lifted up his hands to cover his face.

It would take some training to make the blonde not shy. At least, not shy around them. And it might take a while and he might never get over his shyness completely. It was just who he was, after all. But Matthew wouldn't let himself be so shy to stop Kumajirou from undressing him further. He just held in his breath when he felt a grip against his boxers, and the next thing he knew, they were slipped right down his legs and tossed away.

Now the blonde was completely exposed to the both of them. He kept his eyes shut, holding in his breath even still, and let them have their fill of looking at his lower half exposed. He could feel how excited he was from just this much already, and it certainly showed between his legs. It felt so embarrassing, shameful, but so good at the same time. Because he loved Francis and Kumajirou so much, he allowed them to see him so intimately like this. He just worried if his body would be attractive to the both of them.

He was so plain; nothing stood out about him. And as far as body types went he was as average as average could get. He knew that Kumajirou wanted to please him, and after a while it didn't seem like he was particularly disappointed with how his body was, looking at him almost fully naked for the first time. At least, he hoped he wasn't disappointed. Matthew opened both of his eyes this time and watched as Kumajirou got closer and closer to his erection. As soon as that first touch was made he moaned out and his body twitched.

He had to cover his mouth with one of his hands to keep himself from making more noise, even though he knew that the male wanted to hear him moan and know how much he enjoyed it. He removed his hand again, just in time as he took the tip of his swollen member into his mouth and began to suck. Matthew's body jumped up as a reaction and he moaned out again; twisting and turning under the feeling.

It felt so good! He felt like it needed to be wrong! Something that felt this good couldn't be good at all! He arched his back, letting out the most pleasurable moan yet. "K-Kuma...!" Maybe because it was his first time, or because he was just so sensitive, but everything seemed to overwhelm him so much that he didn't know how to deal with it. But just as he was trying to control himself, Kumajirou stopped, and instead was being moved around again.

The blonde was confused, at least he was, up until he figured out what the new position the three of them were in was intended for. The male was going to pleasure him and Francis at the same time. And he knew he was right. Just knowing that he was doing all this at once got Matthew even more aroused than he had been before. He felt so ashamed of himself for it, but he just couldn't help it anymore.

He couldn't help but think how sweet the male was for pleasuring everyone all at one time. He reached a shaky arm down, feeling around until he brush past Kumajirou's soft hair. He placed his hand on his head, where he began to shake even more, knowing what he was doing to him at this very moment. "K-Kuma... You're doing... a good job... Please don't stop..."

[Italy]

{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5}

Pushing and licking, trying his hardest to keep himself conscious from all the pleasure he was feeling right now as well, Kumajirou tried to come up with clever ways to help the both of them out while keeping himself satisfied as well.

The tightness in his stomach returned, the familiar feeling making his insides coil and want to burst once again. He was on the edge again, but this time he felt closer to falling off the side. Why couldn't he just be relieved of it already? The thought frustrated him a bit, but he was also thankful to have it around, for it added to how intoxicating and addicting Matthew's sounds were, though he was surpressing them quite a bit.

No doubt, he was still shy. But, that was Matthew! It would be kind of akward if he were different, otherwise. He was happy just to have his little Matty allowing him this oppertunity.

He continued, pumping himself quickly and moaning loudly on his master's twitching member. He continued to go slow with him, however, wanting to prolong the pleasure as much as he possibly could. In contrast, he was pumping Francis with quite a speed, knowing that, with the experience the man had, he knew only a simple hand-job wouldn't be nearly enough to get him a decent release. So, he did all he could with his palm, and fingertips, wanting so badly to hear him moan as well. He wanted to know the Frenchman was enjoying this too....!

And enjoying it he was~

Francis did all he could to bite back his eager moans of need and pleasure, knowing that the white-haired male wanted to hear Matthew more then him. But, the way that he was being carressed and tended to just made his body want to buck up and beg for more. But, like they said before, this was all for Matthew.

Was it because another man was touching him that it felt so good? It was like he knew all the right places, and all the right nerves to touch on the skin.

"K-kumajirou...." Francis whispered, not loudly, but made sure it was projected just loud enough to be heard. It instantly washed Kumajirou's body over with warmth, and yet another wave of electrical bliss. While he did so, he felt the sudden urge to keep himself busy. And, since there was a panting, needy boy in his lap, he just couldn't resist.

Turning his head, he gently planted soft kisses on the Canadian's soft, hot cheeks and jawline, happy that he was able to sneak one so tenderly onto his lips. Then, moving his mouth down to the pale, exposed neck, his hands made quick work of themselves, and began rubbing and massaging his chest and shoulders. He would need some kind of simple pleasure too so that the more intense stuff happening lower would result in feeling more passionate and enjoyable.

Kumajirou felt to become a little more daring. So, slipping his smaller master further into his mouth, he began humming and moaning on the hard, aching flesh. And, with the Frenchman's, he continued to pull and rub deep into the organ, knowing it needed just as much attention.

But, so did his. It did oh, so desperately.

His hand was nice to the touch, and hearing the mix of the deep and soft moans from both men above were just as nice. But, he just couldn't find the trigger to push himself over that much-needed edge.
By this time, he was pulling and wishing desperately for the now painful feeling to subside. He only wanted to pay attention to Matthew. And, with his one hand occupied, he couldn't do what he wanted to double both of his master's pleasure. He felt so bad for touching himself this way. . . .

So, he finally made his mind, and removed his hand, with a whimper of disapproval. But, like he had said, this was for Matty. What could be better then to make his blonde happy by letting him experience this to the fullest? So, he was able to take his now other free hand to gently squeeze and tenderly massage his untouched "jewels". The response was absolutely delicious, and he began craving more and more of it, like a hungry, lust-blinded animal.

And yet, he still remained gentle, knowing that that was the only way to soothe his master's heart and open it up to wanting even more as well.

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9}

It was hard to think at a time like this, and maybe it wasn't even the best time to be thinking about anything right now, but one question really peaked the blonde's interest: How did Kumajirou know about something like this? How did he knew how to make them both feel good at the same time? He wondered if it could have possibly been just instinct. He already knew what to do before he started. And if that were true, then he wondered if he had the same instinct.

Matthew couldn't help but feel a little spoiled right now. Here he was, just relaxing, receiving pleasure from Kumajirou and Francis, but was he doing anything to repay the favor? No. At least, not that he knew of. He wanted to do something more, to make it more enjoyable for the both of them too. He didn't think that just his moans and pleas for more were going to be enough for much longer.

The only problem with this was that his body was not telling him to do anything. He drew a complete blank on what he could do to make it even better. He told Kumajirou that he enjoyed what he was doing and wanted more, but was that really enough? Where was the satisfaction for him then? It seemed like just he and Francis were getting everything enjoyable, and left the male out. He hated to think that was true, but it so seemed like it.

He really wished that he could do something more, but he just didn't know what he could do... Meanwhile, the white haired male seemed to be getting better and better at what he was doing. The more he kept up with it, the more the Canadian male liked it. The hums, moans, and purrs he was making while having him so deep inside his mouth sent vibrations through him.

It tickled and teased his sensitive skin, to the point where he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or moan louder. In the end, he just ended up doing a slight mix of both. He had to reach one of his hands down to keep his legs spread open, lifting one leg slightly up from against the bed. Moving himself into such a position only served for a better view down below, and Matthew couldn't help but want to look.

He watched with a red face at Kumajirou's work. He could see how much of himself he had in his mouth, and couldn't help but think that it might be uncomfortable for him. "Don't... Don't push yourself, K-Kuma..." He pleaded. Even though he enjoyed it, he didn't want the male to push himself too far and end up hurting himself. However, he was distracted just a little when Francis started to kiss him.

It was safe to say that he loved his kisses and craved them so much. The Frenchman was always so gentle with him like no one else had even been before. He smiled softly through his gentle panting and gave a kiss in return, smiling just faintly enough to be seen. Knowing that Francis was enjoying himself, from hearing him moan, made him even more excited than before. And because of that, he could feel a tightening feeling in his stomach.

The pressure was becoming more and more unbearable. He wanted to keep fighting with it, but he didn't think he would hold out for much longer. But then Matthew became positive when the male started to give another part of his body some attention. That was a whole nother level of pleasure experience. Having both done to him at the same time. Not to mention that there were still a pair of hands roaming around on his body, groping, touching, and massaging him at the same time.

"N-no... Francis... Kuma... I-I can't..." His body tensed up as he felt something start to leak out into the male's mouth. For a moment, he was worried about it. But the next second, his first climax had finally come to a peak. The feeling grew and it felt like a release of all the pent up pleasure all at once. It was a wonderfully amazing feeling.

Though the blonde tried to say nothing, he couldn't help but cry out. At the top of his lungs, but still very quiet. The look on his face told the story well. That he was enjoying it. Taking in the greedy pleasure of his fist climax.

[Italy]

{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5}

Feeling the younger nation tensing and writhing up above him as he climaxed made Francis want to do the same. He drank in all the sounds and movements his made, and found it as that final piece to complete a mind-blowing release.

But, since Kumajirou was already occupied with suckling his master's member for all that it was worth, he didn't notice the Frenchman's climax until it warmed his cheek.

He couldn't help but moan at the cries and sounds his masters were making above. It just tightened the coil in his stomach even more until it was too much to handle.
But, he still had to hold back. He knew for a fact that they weren't done, and he expected himself to keep on pleasing Matthew and Francis both until they couldn't see straight.

....did this make him the dominent one?

He heard Japan talking about it one time when he paid Matthew and Alfred a visit. It was for a Christmas party, and Alfred had actually remembered to come visit his brother. They shared presents, and he even got a soft, comfy pillow, which he still happily used.

But, the Asian nation had stopped by to wish the North American countries 'Happy Holidays'. Alfred insisted that he stay for a while, so he did. A few hours passed, and they all got to talking about random, silly occurences, and funny life stories relating to the switching topic. Then, they somehow got mixed into a conversation of Japanese phrases, and what they meant.

Kawaii was cute, if Kuma could recall, Kowaii meant scary, Sugoy was "Amazing" or "Awesome" (Alfred took quite a liking to that one) and then he mentioned "Seme" and "Uke".

Seme were who topped, and Uke took bottom, how Kiku had explained it.

Unfortunately, the white-haired male took it literally, and thought to himself for a moment,
'Well... my masters are on top, so that must make them seme! And, since I'm pleasing them down here, it makes perfect sense that I'm uke!' he thought to himself as he cleaned his cheek of the oldest blonde's sweet release. 'It seems to fit right, since Matty and Francis are my masters. They can command me around and make me do as they say~'
He was getting everything scrambled and misunderstood, but he didn't seem to mind the interpretation he was telling himself.

He wiped the seed from his cheek, and happily licked it clean from his slender fingers. The taste of his Frenchman mixed together in his mouth for a salty, pleasent new flavor.
Francis noticed this, and smiled.

"It seems you are enjoying it, Kuma," he panted, rubbing Matthew to soothe his slightly siezing body. He realized that, since it was his very first climax, his body was taking it like an electrical storm of pleasure striking his body, and taking control of every nerve all at once. He vaguly remembers his own, but it couldn't be completely forgotten. Who could ever forget their first time?

But, he shook the thought for a moment, and just enjoyed Matthew, and how wonderful he looked in the after-glow of his own first release.
His was wonderful as well, and was pleased he was also paid attention to, fully. But, then another thought crossed him, and he looked down at the shaking bear-boy, who was using an elbow to shift all of his weight on. He looked as though he were debating whether or not to find his own release, and it stung at his heart a bit.

Didn't they start this entire thing for Kumajirou to relive him of his hellish problem?

He tried to find out some clever way to make them all three happy, though not coming up with anything as a result.
He thought about having Matthew go all the way with the both of them, but then instantly took the idea back. He didn't seem like he wanted to go that far yet, though if you were to ask, he'd probably say otherwise only to make whoever was asking happy.

That was just like Matthew, to keep those around him happy, just as Kuma and himself wanted to do for him right now. But, in order to keep Matthew at his comfort level, which the oldest man knew fairly well, going all the way was not an option. So, how could it happen to where all three were getting the pleasure he desperately wanted?

Kumajirou watched as Francis, somewhat, thought to himself. But then, his eyes turned up to a panting, glowing Matty, his chest heaving slightly still and his face red with emotion. Kumajirou couldn't help but smile, and pushed himself up to meet the level at which his master was.

"Do you like it, Matty?" Kuma whispered by his ear. "Did it feel good? Can I keep going? It'll feel good to have a second release, so may I give it to you?" He was so eager and excited to help them out in anyway that he could. "You too Francis...! So, please...? Can I?"

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9}

With the numbness and rigidness of his body slowly starting to fade away again, Matthew opened his eyes just slightly enough to see through the blurry edges, and watched as Kumajirou swallowed the liquid that come from him as a result of his climax. "K-Kuma... You drank it?" He asked, not sure if you were supposed to do a thing or not.

He didn't know of any harms of drinking such a fluid, but he didn't think it would be very good, either. The blonde wondered about the taste such a thing could have, but soon blushed and shook his head. Returning his attention back down, he saw a bit of the white, sticky stuff on the male's cheek, too, which he knew must have come from Francis. They had both done it at the same time? It made him feel a little better to know that.

At least he wasn't the only one. It made it seem less scary when they did it together. He had been worried about what was going to come out exactly, and how it would feel. But Matthew knew now. It was the most wonderful experience he ever felt. To feel so tortured and desperately wanting to be freed, and then when he finally was, it just left him speechless. Even now, his body was still reeling in front the effects of it.

The poor blonde was completely out of breath, struggling to gasp large amounts of air into his lungs before he passed out. His glasses were disheveled from their place on his nose, and as he continued to pant, they eventually just slipped off altogether. All of his skin was covered in a light coating of sweat. He felt so tired, like he had just run for a whole mile, but he hadn't even moved from this spot.

When he had finally caught a bit of his breath again, Matthew first turned his head to the side and up to catch a glance at Francis' face now. He seemed to have enjoyed himself, and he couldn't help but feel sort of turned on at his post climax face. He felt his cheeks heat up again and quickly turned his attention back to the white haired male instead, watching him clean up the mess they both had made, before reaching up and getting close to him on his level again.

It was hard to move any part of his body, but he managed to at least reach over far enough to place a small kiss of thanks onto Kumajirou's nose. He had actually been aiming for his pink lips, but without his glasses his vision was blurry and jumping. Not to mention the amount of sweat in his eyes, which he tried to get out by shaking his head. The Canadian boy smiled softly and nodded. "...Awesome. It felt... awesome." He said.

The word awesome was a word he rarely ever said, but there was just no other way to describe the sensation he had just felt. This whole situation. "Thank you, Kuma... You were so nice and gentle... And you even did the same for Francis... You're the best." Matthew smiled softly, sincerely. But it only lasted a second until he heard the male mention something about a second climax.

"W-what?" He looked surprised, his eyes growing big. "A-a second one? So soon?" He didn't think he could do any more after that. His first climax was so big, he was sure he had nothing to give up after one like that. But, that wasn't even the main problem. He directed his attention between his own legs, peeking behind Kumajirou's body and looking at him. Still just as hard, he noticed.

Had he not climaxed already, too? If he still had not done so, then there was no way he was going to let Kumajirou continue on until he did. He had been dealing with the pain of his erection for so long now. He didn't want him to have to suffer anymore. "Kuma, wait... I know that you want to keep pleasuring me, but... Can I ask a favor instead?"

He looked into his pale blue eyes and smiled a slightly embarrassing smile. "I want to do the same thing to you... That you just did for me and Francis. I probably wont be any g-good, but... I want to try. Please." He wanted to hurry and help relieve the male of his own problem. Then, and only then after, he would allow for Kumajirou to do whatever he wanted with his body.

Matthew found just enough strength to lift up his arms and place them on both of the male's cheeks. "Please let me, Kuma. I want to give you some pleasure, too. With my mouth. With my hands. In any way that I can."

[Italy]

{name:Francis Bonnefoy/Kumajirou#|#picture:5}

Meeting Matthew's gentle gaze, Kumajirou jumped slightly when he was offered help on his aching, painful problem. His mouth, and his hands? He loved that he was so willing to help, even though he hardly had a clue what exactly to do.

"M-matty..." he whispered, feeling bad that he was in need of something. The last thing he wanted to happen was for any uneeded attention be paid to him, while his masters were in need of just as much pleasure.

But, thinking about it, he was in dire pain... and it was becoming more and more impossible to bare.

"I-I'd hate for you to pay any attention to me, while you are still in need of pleasure too!" he argued, attempting to reach and touch both men again.

However, Francis seemed to be tuned into the conversation the whole time, and thought that this was the last straw.

"Kumajirou, that is quite enough!" Francis interjected, gently moving his little blonde from his chest to gain full access to the white-haired male. This surprised him quite a bit, and he tried to reply with another arguement.

But France had other things in mind.

Quickly snatching his wrists up, Francis was able to scoop the other male into his arms and hold him like a child.
"You are in serious need of a release, Kuma!" France barked, making the bear-boy cringe a bit. "Letting it go for this long is unhealthy, and you'll really hurt yourself! I mean, look...!" He was able to spread Kuma's legs so that all three of them were exposed to the throbbing organ.

Kumajirou turned away, instantly ashamed and embarrased. He used his hands to hide his face, and Francis noticed quickly.

"I'm sorry," the younger male whimpered, feeling his body twitch and throb as the cooler air around him swallowed around his erection. It felt so good, so relieving.

The oldest Frenchman then turned to Matthew slowly.
"Do you want to please Kuma? Well here, I wish to help too." With that, Kumajirou was slowly placed inbetween Francis's legs, his own legs spread apart, and his upper body leaned back against the French nation's.

"A-ah..." Kuma whimpered. The friction from being rubbed against the sheets made his member leak pre-cum, so desperately needing the release that has been pent up in his body for hours now.

He tried not to cum, he wanted to hold it back, excited that Matthew would finally be touching him as well. And Francis too, making it only that much more enjoyable.
But, his body reacted to the gentle friction of the sheets so dramatically, that he just couldn't surpress it anymore.

"W-WAIT, NOT YET--" he yelled, trying to fight his body with his words. But it wasn't nearly enough, and his body stiffened. The coil in his stomach finally tightened to the point where he finally came in strong, short bursts.

All over the sheets, he climaxed, squirming and moaning out, his face heating up at an alarming rate. But, the blush wasn't from the release....

...it was from how embarrassing it was.

Having the hard-on for this long made him so sensitive. And though it felt wonderful to finally have it out, it hurt him that it wasn't released by the two he loved most. Well, that was less work for them, right? Panting, he tried to get back up to finish the second orgasm he promised Matthew. But, he was suddenly pushed back down by a pair of strong, soft hands. He turned his head to see who it was that did it, and was a little surprised to see Francis still there.

He had a little bit of a worried look on his face, but his hands slowly snaked around to the front of him.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered, burying his face in Kumajirou's shoulder. "I probably shouldn't have sat you down like that... so, we're going to make you release this time, Matthew and I, alright?"
He couldn't believe it! Two releases in a day? That was wonderful!!

"But, please don't be forcing yourselves to be doing something that is unpleasent," Kumajirou replied, his body beginning to shake. "It won't be fair that I-I get two releases...."

[Peter Kirkland]

{name:Matthew Williams#|#picture:9}

Did Kumajirou still not understand? Matthew thought he would understand just how much he wanted to do this for him, and how much he needed it. He had been dealing with the stiff and painful erection for so long now; ever since he woke up with it. But why didn't he want to pleasure it? Was he ashamed to? Afraid? It didn't seem like that would be a problem anymore.

They were already like this together. What else was there to be afraid to show? Now that they were lovers, they were expected to show each other every side of them. The Canadian himself was already showing his shameful side by how much he enjoyed his first climax ever. But he didn't understand why Kumajirou didn't want to bring pleasure to himself yet.

"But, Kuma, please..." The blonde pleaded, now looking desperate. He didn't even mind if it was him or not, but the male needed it. He knew he did. Keeping it like that for so long couldn't have been any good. Matthew moved to cover himself as he saw Kumajirou trying to reach out and touch him again. He was firm about this. He wasn't going to do anything else until he agreed, but, it also seemed wrong to make him do so.

He shouldn't force him to, if he didn't want to, but there just had to be a way to make him understand. Hearing Francis suddenly interject, and with his voice raised, surprised the blonde just as much as it did for the male. He said nothing but moved himself out of the way. He was glad that the older blonde understood how bad it was to keep holding himself back for so long. Maybe Francis could make the stubborn male comply. He really hoped so.

He did feel bad, but at least Kumajirou realized it now. Matthew smiled softly and nodded. He was sad that Francis had to do such a thing to him, but it was for his own good. Who know what would have happened if he continued on just pleasing the both of them, without taking even a moment to do it for himself, as well. "It's okay, Kuma. I know you want to please us both, but trust me, you'll love it when we can do the same for you."

Now he was just waiting until the male could be moved into a position similar to the one he had just been in. The blonde was still nervous about what he could do, but if Kumajirou could do it, then so could he. He didn't notice until it was too late, however, that he was already cumming. Apparently from having even the slightest touch against his swollen member.

Matthew watched as wave after wave of it came out and covered the sheets. There was so much of it! He couldn't help but gasp a little surprised by all of it and blush, turning his head away shyly. But, at least finally he had gotten rid of some of that pent up pleasure. It made the blonde feel a little more relieved by now. But, he knew it wasn't over yet. There was still more he could do, and his first climax didn't count.

He moved himself in between Kumajirou's legs. "See what happens when you hold it in for so long? Don't ever do that again, okay?" Matthew asked, looking up into the male's eyes, and then lowered himself down and ran his tongue over the organ, cleaning it up real quick. His first taste of it. He enjoyed the taste more than he thought he would. It might not have been so bad to taste more of it.

"Now it's my turn to pleasure you. So just enjoy it, okay?" The blonde boy smiled before lowering himself once again, using his tongue to get a feel for this part of the male's body first. The texture was smooth, but sort of bumpy against his skin. It was sort of fun. He licked all the way down and back up a few times; leaving trails of his saliva behind. He wanted to keep going, but wanted to know if he was doing a good job or not first.

Matthew paused and lifted up his head; without his glasses on anymore, he couldn't see Kumajirou's face as clearly as normal, but he could still see it well enough. "Is this... okay, Kuma? I mean... I'm not doing a bad job so far, am I...?"

[Sorry I didn't reply yesterday! My Internet was out for most of the day while someone was over to fix why our phone doesn't ring anymore! Since we have our cable/Internet/phone service all in one.]

[Italy]

((I am SOOOO sorry for not replying!!

I've been really busy working at the con I was just at this past weekend, and I'm getting ready for school.
I'll reply as soon as I can, but I just hope you aren't mad at me! From the bottom of my heart, I'm truly truly sorry! I feel so guilty for leaving you for this long!!

I promise I'll make it up to you, but please just bare with me for a little while longer. I hate being this busy, and abandoning my friends online for so long.

Please please PLEASE forgive me! Q.Q))