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Don’t wake up.
Of course, it’s just normal. America is a teenager. He’s just growing up, that’s all. This kind of thing has to be common. This - hole, opening up in his gut and consuming everything.
He’s shaking. He slides his hand down the flannel of his pajamas, past his bellybutton. England sleeps on.
Don’t wake up.
Under the elastic of his waistband. There. Yeah. But quiet, he has to be so quiet, his wide eyes glued to England’s face as he lays there, petrified but needing, and rubs his erection with his palm. The pressure feels good. America dares grasping himself and has to bite his bottom lip hard to keep from whimpering. He could die like this. He could get caught. Neither matter.
He never takes his eyes off England.
Even as he can’t take it anymore, and he beats himself off almost furiously in his desperation - don’t wake him don’t wake him don’t wake him - America does not look away. Even as he imagines another scene in his head, a thousand scenes, all that his inexperienced and boyish mind can think of: England’s tongue pushing hard against the roof of America’s mouth, a set of more confident hands twining around his own, a nose brushing his shoulder, that closeness, that glory, what it would be like to have such a simple, unconditional thing, like pushing England into the bed and just - just rutting against him, all this that is America’s - and England’s arms reaching up to hold him as -
America’s teeth clamp down on his own knuckles to keep the worst of the strangled groan from escaping when he comes.
There’s a little noise, enough that he immediately panics. But as America pants and trembles, the aftermath of orgasm sending shocks through his body, nothing on the right hand of the mattress has changed at all. England sleeps on, and perhaps nothing has changed.
Well. Not much, anyway. His pajamas are sticky.
Later in the day, he will do his best to forget this ever happened. Because America is a lot of things, but this can’t be one of them.
(And deep down, the hunger takes root.)
<3
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I'm so, so glad you liked this. <3
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the scene you set up was so ... real.
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I lost all hope of this ever being filled! Y-You just made my day!
It also happens to be my birthday. THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST PRESENTS TODAY
THANK YOU <333
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So happy to have given you something. XD <3
And you are so very welcome. Glad you were, well, glad!
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