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Part 09 - Canada/America + England Tied Up and Watching - "The Deeds of Others"

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Canada did so, skin against skin making the swish noise he’d so longed for earlier. He was gentle as he entered America, careful as he slid past the resistance of muscle and reached the welcome of within. America blinked slowly as Canada put both hands down on the other side of his ribs. He wanted to lean in and kiss America again, adoring his brother’s peacefully stunned look - but he couldn’t as England hadn’t sanctioned it. His game restricted him; it was as frustrating as it was fun.

As Canada rocked himself into America, slid vulnerability into vulnerable place repeatedly, England could feel his own pants moistening. Canada deliberately remained silent, but America was not bound by the same agreement as Canada, and keened regularly, hands clenching into fists and clinging to the bearskin rug beneath them.

And suddenly, England knew what he would do. He’d teach the little scroats for playing games with him - albeit games he was enjoying far more than he really should, though his old concerns had shrivelled into a corner to weep at being so thoroughly overlooked.

“Harder!”

Canada complied, pushing deeper into America and making him buck up even higher from the rug. Sweat glistened in the firelight on the foreheads and shoulders of the two boys, but it soon melted away in the heat of the burning logs. Against his control, Canada moaned lightly, and England grinned, a wicked looking thing in the firelight.

“Now don’t come.”

Canada gasped; he wasn’t sure at this stage if he could actually adhere to the agreement on that particular point. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t bear the thought of stopping, and as he looked at America, unsure, America slid his hands up and over the scarlet patches on his cheeks; it’s all right. Whatever happens, it’s all right. Canada gritted his teeth and grabbed at America’s exposure, tugging it repeatedly, dragging him along for the climax of the ride.

“I said don’t come! Hold it, or are you too inexperienced?!”

Canada swallowed the breath he’d been about to use in answer as he came; all the tension seeped out of him as he breathed heavily, pausing at length between thrusts to give his essence space to move. Seconds later, America came into his hand, gleaming milk in spats across fine peach skin. America took his brother into his arms as he drifted forwards, his arms seeming to wobble precariously beneath him. He pulled the still shaking Canada to his chest and kissed his head, trying to get his own breath back.