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“What the hell are you doing? Get over here!” England demanded imperiously, pointing between his legs. France laughed from where he was stepping out of his trousers, a low golden ripple of sound that made England shiver in want despite himself.
“Now, now, I told you to be patient,” France murmured, one hand moving down to work his own erection into fullness. “Boys who can not behave themselves will have to be punished.”
England snorted out of habit. “And what makes you think I don’t want to be punished?”
“Oh, how naughty!” But France had returned to his former position, and England surged forward to meet that body warmth, eager to continue. He reached out with one hand to touch the other’s flushed cock, grinning to hear that sharp hiss of pleasure.
“A-ah! Mon chou, if you do not mind…”
It was but the work of a moment to place both hands around France, pulling and stroking and becoming familiar with heat and feel of his arousal. England could not help but stare open-mouthed as he rubbed the head with his thumb, smearing the pearly liquid that seeped out from the tip, until France gently pulled his hands away to thoroughly cover himself with the last bit of lube. Not knowing what else to do, he looked up into France’s face, and breath caught in his throat, had to quickly look away again before he said something stupid. Instead, England concentrated on the glint of fluorescent light off of long blond hair, the faint sheen of perspiration on his collarbone, the cut and dip of muscle on his abdomen, the curl of the light brown hair at the base of his cock.
“Are you fucking ready yet?” he stammered, catching himself before he started to beg.
France did not answer, just kissed him, long and slow and sweet, stealing his breath away and rekindling the lust in his body that had almost ebbed away in the past few minutes. Before England even realized it, he was on his back, legs spread, France’s cock touching him, rubbing at the tender skin there in preparation.
“Je t’aime, mon Angleterre,” France whispered softly, meaninglessly.
He was in no danger of crying, but England closed his eyes anyway when France pushed in one smooth confident motion, concentrating on the sudden unbelievable rush of pleasure that was the sensation of being filled so perfectly. They had done this so many times before, but every time it felt new, and he moved along with France’s hips to help him hit that spot. Not that he needed much help, not by now.
With each thrust from the other nation, England tried to muffle his ecstatic cries, but it was getting exceedingly difficult now that he had been in a state of arousal for so long. At one point, he decided to forget about being discreet; no one was probably going to hear them anyway.
Panting and moaning shamelessly, England blindly reached up to grab the edge of the desk as France continued fucking him, trying to find some leverage so that he could push back. The other’s heavy breathing suddenly turned much more erratic, and he laughed like a maniac as he drove them inexorably closer to orgasm.
“Admit it… you are… grateful that I drugged you?” France asked once, one hand gripping at England’s ankle and dragging it up to his shoulder.
“Shut up,” England gasped in reply, but he was grinning, and he did not care if France saw just how much he enjoyed this.
It seemed as if seconds had turned into minutes and minutes into hours before France slammed into him one last time, groaning as he came. Just hearing him was enough to tip England over the edge, and with a broken sob, he arced upward, sweaty back clearing the desk, shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure overcame his senses.
[...anon is almost done.]
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Y-yum. Just, just... YUM. <3333
/incoherence
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“Hey,” England mumbled as soon as France paused and glanced up at him, eyes half-lidded, lips glistening.
“Quoi?”
“I was just wondering… how long this drug lasts…”
France appeared to be considering the answer. “I am not really sure, since you took an extra dose. It could be a few more hours or perhaps several more.”
“Enough for another go? Maybe more?” England asked hopefully as France moved up so that they were face to face again.
“Why don’t we go up to my room and find out?” Another absolutely filthy French kiss to make his point clear.
“Mmm…” England sighed as they broke apart, lazy satisfaction suffusing his body as the drug’s effects continued to dance throughout his bloodstream. “But you are going to have to carry me, I don’t think I can walk.”
“Of course, mon ami.”
They reluctantly dressed, leaving the window open a crack and hoping that no one would be using this office soon. Then France easily scooped England into his arms, carrying him to the elevator, where he set him down and they proceeded to make out yet again.
Things might have gone more smoothly had the elevator not stopped on the 5th floor and the doors opened to reveal a very surprised maid. There was a second of shocked silence before the maid found her voice.
“Oh, Mr. Kirkland! I-I am so sorry about the tea, if you like, I can make another cup and take it up to your-“
“No, it’s fine, thank you,” England said kindly as the elevator doors closed on her apologetic offer. He already got what he wanted right here by his side.
[Notes: Viagra was developed by Pfizer, an American based pharmaceutical company, in Sandwich, England. It is a phosphodiesterase inhibitor, which prevents the body from breaking down substances in the bloodstream that are required to maintain an erection. It does not increase libido, and sexual stimulation should be performed in order for the drug to work. Common side effects include flushing, nasal congestion, dizziness, muscle pain, and priapism (an erection lasting longer than four hours.) …Eeehyup, I don’t think I’ve ever written so much purple prose filth before in my life.]
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LOVE
THIS
FILL.
AND YOU TOO, ANON~♥
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Mine seems to have left somewhere, sorry I can't supply my own. XD
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