"Pairing: America x England Kink: Erotic Asphyxiation" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - America's throat was warm in England's hands, and England could so easily feel a pulse. Even though they had made love so many times before, this time was different - even the bed beneath them felt less sturdy than it usually did. America smiled at him and raised a hand to brush blond hair from bright green eyes. "It's all right, England," he said. "I trust you."
"That's not the point," England retorted, turning his blushing face away. He was on top of America, straddling his hips. Such a position was nothing new, but somehow England felt like he was in the more vulnerable position. "This is classified as a disorder because it has a high chance of being lethal."
America chuckled, and England felt vibrations underneath his hands. "You won't kill me. If I want you to let go, I'll let you know, okay?"
A sigh slipped from England's lips. "And why exactly do you want to do something like this?"
"'Cause the risk is arousing and I like the high I get when I can breathe again." America paused for a moment, and then let out an awkward laugh. "That does make me sound kinda crazy, doesn't it?"
"It makes you sound like an idiot," England said, rolling his eyes. "But I'm used to that."
America laughed again, and then without warning he pulled England's face down and kissed him. When he broke the kiss, he held England's face close to his. "Do this for me, please," he whispered, his breath warm on England's lips.
"I will," England said, "and I won't kill you." Inhaling a deep breath, he tightened his grip on America's throat, just a little bit, and he shifted his body to start grinding against America.
America made a noise that sounded like a cross between a choke and a moan, and he moved his hands to England's shoulders, and then to England's back, tracing circles along his spine. England's body tensed, but he managed to keep his hold on America's throat. He began thrusting harder against America, and America's smile became wider as he threw his head back.
"Tighter, please…" America forced out. His voice was growing hoarser, but it still had that loud edge to it.
"Not like you to be polite," England scoffed. But he squeezed tighter anyway, gradually strengthening his grip on America's throat. He could feel America's hands exploring his body, and their movements became shakier, as if America was struggling. His body arched against England's, and England could feel fingers scratching at his skin. Yet America still smiled, and England thrust even harder against him, and England watched as America's lips gaped in vain for air as color drained from his face. England was choking him, hurting the man he loved, and England felt his palms become sweatier at the thought of that.
He was not unfamiliar with causing pain to others, even during sex, but this was different. He was with America. As much as he hated to admit it, America was stronger than him, and yet here he was, holding America's life in his hands. Mere strangulation would not kill nations such as them, but even what passed for immortality among them did not protect them from feeling pain. Even so, America still trusted England to do this with him. That England could not understand. But he would not kill America. He wouldn't, he couldn't…
In These Hands - 2/2
anonymous
January 12 2010, 20:38:45 UTC
Lost in thought, he was surprised when America yanked his face down again for another kiss. America's tongue prodded at England's mouth, and England parted his lips for him. He thought briefly of forcing air down America's throat, but America would consider that cheating, so he only forced his tongue into that mouth. He could feel America's body writhing and struggling beneath him, so he quickened his pace - the sooner America reached climax, the sooner he could have that "high," England figured.
America's pulse was growing fainter, so England was expecting to be pushed away soon, but America's hands only held onto his body. England would've let out a sigh, if his mouth hadn't been busy deepening the kiss between him and America. He tightened his grip again, and America choked and his kiss became sloppier, but he didn't seem to mind. Just a little bit more, and England would be able to give America the gift of air…
England soon felt America climax beneath him, and America's hands suddenly clamped down on his, clutching tightly enough that England couldn't let go. His rhythm faltered for a moment, but he continued to grind against America and America didn't let go of England's hands until England came as well. A shudder went through his body and as he fell against America his death grip loosened, and the sound of America breathing was never so pleasant for England to hear before.
"You really are a reckless fool," England said as he planted a kiss upon America's bruised throat.
"C'mon, it was fun!" America replied. Color was returning to his face, and his smile was as bright as ever. "Besides, don't you want me to trust you?"
"W-Wha-- o-of course, you prat!" England stammered, sitting up and glaring down at America. "But aren't there better ways of showing that?"
"I can't think of any better than willingly putting my life in your hands," America said as he also sat up and he raised a hand to England's face.
Exasperated, England ran his fingers through his hair. "There's just no reasoning with you. Well then, America, I suppose I should thank you for your vote of trust in me."
That reply was met with a pillow in his face. "Geez England, you still sound so stuffy even though we've just had awesome sex!" America yelled. "Can't you learn to relax?"
England rolled his eyes and did the one thing he often did in this kind of situation - wrap his arms around America's neck and force a passionate kiss on him. It usually shut up him for a few minutes, and England was going to enjoy those few minutes. Even if America was a loud, reckless idiot, England still loved him.
Re: In These Hands - 2/2
anonymous
January 16 2010, 13:38:23 UTC
I love breath-plays, and this was... YUMM! <3 I'm really glad someone wrote this with USUK, like, really, really, really glad. The kink meme got kinkier, and I'm all in for it <3
Re: In These Hands - 2/2
anonymous
January 17 2010, 20:25:06 UTC
This is one of my personal kinks, not just to read about, but to actually ah.... go through with and you captured it quite well. I felt like I couldn't breathe for a little while there.
"Pairing: America x England
Kink: Erotic Asphyxiation"
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America's throat was warm in England's hands, and England could so easily feel a pulse. Even though they had made love so many times before, this time was different - even the bed beneath them felt less sturdy than it usually did. America smiled at him and raised a hand to brush blond hair from bright green eyes. "It's all right, England," he said. "I trust you."
"That's not the point," England retorted, turning his blushing face away. He was on top of America, straddling his hips. Such a position was nothing new, but somehow England felt like he was in the more vulnerable position. "This is classified as a disorder because it has a high chance of being lethal."
America chuckled, and England felt vibrations underneath his hands. "You won't kill me. If I want you to let go, I'll let you know, okay?"
A sigh slipped from England's lips. "And why exactly do you want to do something like this?"
"'Cause the risk is arousing and I like the high I get when I can breathe again." America paused for a moment, and then let out an awkward laugh. "That does make me sound kinda crazy, doesn't it?"
"It makes you sound like an idiot," England said, rolling his eyes. "But I'm used to that."
America laughed again, and then without warning he pulled England's face down and kissed him. When he broke the kiss, he held England's face close to his. "Do this for me, please," he whispered, his breath warm on England's lips.
"I will," England said, "and I won't kill you." Inhaling a deep breath, he tightened his grip on America's throat, just a little bit, and he shifted his body to start grinding against America.
America made a noise that sounded like a cross between a choke and a moan, and he moved his hands to England's shoulders, and then to England's back, tracing circles along his spine. England's body tensed, but he managed to keep his hold on America's throat. He began thrusting harder against America, and America's smile became wider as he threw his head back.
"Tighter, please…" America forced out. His voice was growing hoarser, but it still had that loud edge to it.
"Not like you to be polite," England scoffed. But he squeezed tighter anyway, gradually strengthening his grip on America's throat. He could feel America's hands exploring his body, and their movements became shakier, as if America was struggling. His body arched against England's, and England could feel fingers scratching at his skin. Yet America still smiled, and England thrust even harder against him, and England watched as America's lips gaped in vain for air as color drained from his face. England was choking him, hurting the man he loved, and England felt his palms become sweatier at the thought of that.
He was not unfamiliar with causing pain to others, even during sex, but this was different. He was with America. As much as he hated to admit it, America was stronger than him, and yet here he was, holding America's life in his hands. Mere strangulation would not kill nations such as them, but even what passed for immortality among them did not protect them from feeling pain. Even so, America still trusted England to do this with him. That England could not understand. But he would not kill America. He wouldn't, he couldn't…
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America's pulse was growing fainter, so England was expecting to be pushed away soon, but America's hands only held onto his body. England would've let out a sigh, if his mouth hadn't been busy deepening the kiss between him and America. He tightened his grip again, and America choked and his kiss became sloppier, but he didn't seem to mind. Just a little bit more, and England would be able to give America the gift of air…
England soon felt America climax beneath him, and America's hands suddenly clamped down on his, clutching tightly enough that England couldn't let go. His rhythm faltered for a moment, but he continued to grind against America and America didn't let go of England's hands until England came as well. A shudder went through his body and as he fell against America his death grip loosened, and the sound of America breathing was never so pleasant for England to hear before.
"You really are a reckless fool," England said as he planted a kiss upon America's bruised throat.
"C'mon, it was fun!" America replied. Color was returning to his face, and his smile was as bright as ever. "Besides, don't you want me to trust you?"
"W-Wha-- o-of course, you prat!" England stammered, sitting up and glaring down at America. "But aren't there better ways of showing that?"
"I can't think of any better than willingly putting my life in your hands," America said as he also sat up and he raised a hand to England's face.
Exasperated, England ran his fingers through his hair. "There's just no reasoning with you. Well then, America, I suppose I should thank you for your vote of trust in me."
That reply was met with a pillow in his face. "Geez England, you still sound so stuffy even though we've just had awesome sex!" America yelled. "Can't you learn to relax?"
England rolled his eyes and did the one thing he often did in this kind of situation - wrap his arms around America's neck and force a passionate kiss on him. It usually shut up him for a few minutes, and England was going to enjoy those few minutes. Even if America was a loud, reckless idiot, England still loved him.
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Great job Author!Anon.
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[awesome author-anon!!]
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For this, Anon, I offer you my babies.
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