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.
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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