With a Cherry on top [3/?]
anonymous
January 16 2010, 03:59:23 UTC
“Too late now…” He laughed. “Whoa… this feels so… strange!”
UK heard something be knocked to the floor and his gaze turned downward to see USA’s belt hit the carpet near his argyle-sock clad foot. The idiot had removed it some hours ago when he’d claimed his pants were becoming too tight to finish his food.
Well now it was obvious he had lied. The bastard was probably just damn horny from his excessive victories and had been cloying for an opportunity to get off to his own ego the first chance it came along. Never even mind that he couldn’t hold off on exercising his sick whims until England left for the evening.
England felt his ire flare at his fuzzy logic and whirled on his former colony. But the angry tirade died on his lips.
The thick-eyebrowed man could only stare in rapt attention.
The braggart wasn’t even trying to hide his obscenity.
America was standing there and… slowly stroking himself, his palm curled loosely around his length as he became harder. England felt his mouth go dry as he watched America use his wet thumb to rub the dusky pink head, his hips jerking unintentionally when he did so.
The green-eyed nation didn’t even notice that America had been holding his dessert dish aloft until the superpower stuck his cock straight into the remains of his sundae.
England’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my god…” He was unsure whether to be… appalled or turned on. He swallowed rather loudly.
“Ahh! Cold!” America swore and wriggled his shoulders a bit, setting the dishware back on the table, his other hand now busily smearing the sweet mixture along his erection. His breaths came faster and a small groan escaped as he tried to catch some heavy whipped cream from falling to the ground.
It didn’t quite work though, so the blue-eyed nation brought his hand up to lick some of the quickly melting cream from his fingers, before trailing them back down his chest to hold his length again.
England was staring so intently it looked like his eyes were popping from his head.
America noticed it and smirked lightly, angling his hips in England’s direction.
“You want a taste don’t you?” America asked slyly.
England flushed red and finally realised he’d been staring. “Don’t be vile!”
“Heh come on, don’t be shy.” America elongated the last word, his voice teasing mercilessly. He didn’t give the other a chance to reply though because he readily moved closer to the seated Brit, virtually sticking his cock in England’s face.
His sticky hands went to England’s shoulders and he swayed the shorter man back and forth. “Come on, give it a little lick!”
“N-no! You fucking a-asshole! Argh!” England’s hands immediately went to the moron’s hips trying to keep him away.
“I bet you’d like that!” America replied, laughing idiotically and continuing to roughhouse in a flurry of movement with England.
“Aghh!” England was blushing furiously and mad with indignation. America-was-insane! The British nation’s hands slipped against the USA’s skin and without really thinking, England grabbed the whipped cream covered dick and squeezed.
America froze instantly.
It was almost alarming how quick the roughhousing stopped. UK almost let go of the large manhood he now held, but-
USA’s thighs were visibly shaking.
The green-eyed nation loosened his grip experimentally and, witnessing America release a tense breath, he re-fisted the erection firmly, his other hand skirting down slowly to lightly hold the back of America’s bare knee.
“E-E-England!” America stuttered.
He couldn’t believe it. America’s face was covered in a fierce blush.
“You- You’re, you’ve-”
“Got your cock? Yes, I do.” England stated matter-of-factly.
UK heard something be knocked to the floor and his gaze turned downward to see USA’s belt hit the carpet near his argyle-sock clad foot. The idiot had removed it some hours ago when he’d claimed his pants were becoming too tight to finish his food.
Well now it was obvious he had lied. The bastard was probably just damn horny from his excessive victories and had been cloying for an opportunity to get off to his own ego the first chance it came along. Never even mind that he couldn’t hold off on exercising his sick whims until England left for the evening.
England felt his ire flare at his fuzzy logic and whirled on his former colony. But the angry tirade died on his lips.
The thick-eyebrowed man could only stare in rapt attention.
The braggart wasn’t even trying to hide his obscenity.
America was standing there and… slowly stroking himself, his palm curled loosely around his length as he became harder. England felt his mouth go dry as he watched America use his wet thumb to rub the dusky pink head, his hips jerking unintentionally when he did so.
The green-eyed nation didn’t even notice that America had been holding his dessert dish aloft until the superpower stuck his cock straight into the remains of his sundae.
England’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my god…” He was unsure whether to be… appalled or turned on. He swallowed rather loudly.
“Ahh! Cold!” America swore and wriggled his shoulders a bit, setting the dishware back on the table, his other hand now busily smearing the sweet mixture along his erection. His breaths came faster and a small groan escaped as he tried to catch some heavy whipped cream from falling to the ground.
It didn’t quite work though, so the blue-eyed nation brought his hand up to lick some of the quickly melting cream from his fingers, before trailing them back down his chest to hold his length again.
England was staring so intently it looked like his eyes were popping from his head.
America noticed it and smirked lightly, angling his hips in England’s direction.
“You want a taste don’t you?” America asked slyly.
England flushed red and finally realised he’d been staring. “Don’t be vile!”
“Heh come on, don’t be shy.” America elongated the last word, his voice teasing mercilessly. He didn’t give the other a chance to reply though because he readily moved closer to the seated Brit, virtually sticking his cock in England’s face.
His sticky hands went to England’s shoulders and he swayed the shorter man back and forth. “Come on, give it a little lick!”
“N-no! You fucking a-asshole! Argh!” England’s hands immediately went to the moron’s hips trying to keep him away.
“I bet you’d like that!” America replied, laughing idiotically and continuing to roughhouse in a flurry of movement with England.
“Aghh!” England was blushing furiously and mad with indignation. America-was-insane! The British nation’s hands slipped against the USA’s skin and without really thinking, England grabbed the whipped cream covered dick and squeezed.
America froze instantly.
It was almost alarming how quick the roughhousing stopped. UK almost let go of the large manhood he now held, but-
USA’s thighs were visibly shaking.
The green-eyed nation loosened his grip experimentally and, witnessing America release a tense breath, he re-fisted the erection firmly, his other hand skirting down slowly to lightly hold the back of America’s bare knee.
“E-E-England!” America stuttered.
He couldn’t believe it. America’s face was covered in a fierce blush.
“You- You’re, you’ve-”
“Got your cock? Yes, I do.” England stated matter-of-factly.
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