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England, feeling less generous than he had a few moments before, left the boy to hang there in that uncertainty a little longer than was necessary, before saying,
“Can you please let me get out of these bloody trousers? I’m bloody dying here.”
“No,” Canada smiled playfully. “That’s the second rule. If you want to wear the trousers, you have to wear the trousers.” England threw his head back against the chair in despair; he wasn’t sure how much more discomfort he could take but oh God it was so worth it thus far.
“Fine. Put him on his back.”
Canada smiled shyly at America, who grinned as their eyes met. Yielding to Canada’s hands, America let himself be pressed down to the rug.
“Get over him. Put your knees by his hips. Let him do whatever he wants to do,” England said. Canada did as asked - as always - and as he leaned over America slightly, his brother took a cheeky suck at his exposure. It was enough to make Canada freeze in position, and America laughed out loud at the look of surprised pleasure on his face. Canada mewled lightly and resisted any further movement, even as America slid his hands over his backside and stomach.
The light of the fire illuminated them in a frieze, the two North American brothers closer than close.
“You really did learn how to get along when I wasn’t around, didn’t you?” England said. The boys didn’t respond; their actions said more than their words ever could.
“I presume you’ve got lube?” England asked. America laughed.
“Canada has snow, right? And polar bears.” He looked at Canada and reached up to tug his hair curl, extracting a squeak. “God, you and your polar bears and beavers.”
“Oh, pfft - hey, at least I don’t have an alien living in my house. I swear to God Tony watches us.”
“Oh, and your polar bear doesn’t? He gatecrashes the bed in the middle of the night!”
“Oi. Excuse me. Hard-on in waiting here.” England said, frowning at the boys and grinding his ass into the chair so as not to lose momentum.
“Lube him up. Use your fingers to spread it,” England said after a moment or two. Canada leaned towards the fireplace, grabbing a syringe of lube left close enough to the fire to warm it but not to burn it.
America moved his legs again, trying to ensure a good view for England whilst closing his eyes as the warm lube spread within him. He bucked onto his shoulder blades again as Canada slid first one finger, then two inside him, causing a squelching sound that made England groan. Canada grinned to himself and bent his fingers as he pulled them out, taking his own pleasure from the breath that caught in America’s throat.
“I didn’t say you could do that.” England sounded a little breathless himself. I wouldn’t have thought to do that.
“Sorry,” said Canada as he tossed the syringe towards America’s clothes.
“Now. Get in there and fuck him good and proper, boy. Don’t hold back.”
America looked up at Canada as he glanced down, seeming suddenly unsure about his actions. America winked at him and his face split into a wide grin; it’s okay.
“Kiss him first, deeply,” said England, “then push yourself in.”
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