Re: Part 7- On The Appropriate Avoidance of Ghosts [France/US 1.5]
anonymous
February 2 2010, 15:44:23 UTC
They eventually pull back long enough for America to gasp, “Handjobs?”
“Unless you’ve got lubricant and extra condoms hidden about your person, then yes.”
America scoffs and presses scalding kisses along the column of France’s throat. He’s got his right hand wrapped around France’s hard cock now, the left curling around his neck to rub at knots in the tight muscles.
“Ahhh, that is …. très magnifique, Amérique,” France sighs.
He’s navigated America’s layered clothing by this point and is teasing his growing erection. The boy really has grown into an impressive man, France thinks, trailing a finger up the vein on the underside in the way he knows America likes. He remembers the first time they did this, America a rebellious teenage colony, still developing, he himself a crumbling monarchy on the brink of his own revolution. America’s cock pulses and France wraps a hand more securely around it, matching his rhythm to the one America is setting on him.
America grunts and kisses France again, harder and more desperate this time, tongue plundering his mouth. France mewls in delight and presses up fervently into America’s hands. He’s not going to last very long-war time weariness and America’s decisive sense of rhythm are getting to him. They continue kissing, getting sloppier as they approach their mutual release. France slips the hand not currently occupied with working America to completion lower to play with his balls, squeezing gently. America keens at this and throws his head back, arching into France and increasing his pace.
A few scant minutes of hot kisses and working one another into a pleasant frenzy and America’s rhythm is starting to become jerky. France senses impending orgasm, tightening his hand and latching onto the sensitive spot at the base of America’s neck, sucking hard. America comes a moment later, biting his lip in a failed effort to stay quiet.
To his credit, the hand he’s got wrapped around France only falters for a few moments as he comes. Even as his cock gives a last pulse he’s curling his fingers more firmly around France and speeding up, leaning in to nip at France’s lips, fingers of his free hand weaving into lank hair. France doesn’t hold up under that kind assault and he whimpers and moans softly as he pumps himself over America’s hand. America doesn’t let up on either his mouth or his cock until the last drop.
“Unless you’ve got lubricant and extra condoms hidden about your person, then yes.”
America scoffs and presses scalding kisses along the column of France’s throat. He’s got his right hand wrapped around France’s hard cock now, the left curling around his neck to rub at knots in the tight muscles.
“Ahhh, that is …. très magnifique, Amérique,” France sighs.
He’s navigated America’s layered clothing by this point and is teasing his growing erection. The boy really has grown into an impressive man, France thinks, trailing a finger up the vein on the underside in the way he knows America likes. He remembers the first time they did this, America a rebellious teenage colony, still developing, he himself a crumbling monarchy on the brink of his own revolution. America’s cock pulses and France wraps a hand more securely around it, matching his rhythm to the one America is setting on him.
America grunts and kisses France again, harder and more desperate this time, tongue plundering his mouth. France mewls in delight and presses up fervently into America’s hands. He’s not going to last very long-war time weariness and America’s decisive sense of rhythm are getting to him. They continue kissing, getting sloppier as they approach their mutual release. France slips the hand not currently occupied with working America to completion lower to play with his balls, squeezing gently. America keens at this and throws his head back, arching into France and increasing his pace.
A few scant minutes of hot kisses and working one another into a pleasant frenzy and America’s rhythm is starting to become jerky. France senses impending orgasm, tightening his hand and latching onto the sensitive spot at the base of America’s neck, sucking hard. America comes a moment later, biting his lip in a failed effort to stay quiet.
To his credit, the hand he’s got wrapped around France only falters for a few moments as he comes. Even as his cock gives a last pulse he’s curling his fingers more firmly around France and speeding up, leaning in to nip at France’s lips, fingers of his free hand weaving into lank hair. France doesn’t hold up under that kind assault and he whimpers and moans softly as he pumps himself over America’s hand. America doesn’t let up on either his mouth or his cock until the last drop.
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