Re: [Part 9] Double Trouble (1b/??)
anonymous
March 2 2010, 19:45:58 UTC
America moved across the room to the bathroom where the gentle sloshing of water filled the air momentarily before a soft sigh replaced it. Curling his fingers around the door frame, America poked his head around the corner and stared. England lay in the tub; his eyes closed and head back against the lip of the porcelain tub. America toed his socks off before stepping into the bathroom, his toes curling slightly at the cold tile floor before they moved to the white shag rug at the tub. Moving around England’s clothes, America let himself stare a bit more, admiring England’s figure with a curl of hot pleasure before lowering himself to his knees. Leaning against the lip of the tub, America pushed forward and breathed across England’s neck.
Jerking to the side, England’s eyes flew open. Sighing, he curled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.
“America please- not tonight.”
Not giving up so easily, as America has easily persuaded England to change his mind in the past, he leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his neck. The corded muscle tensed slightly as another sigh was uttered.
“America…”
There was a warning in his voice.
America pressed on, confident in his ability to seduce his long-time lover, and ghosted his lips up England’s neck to his ear. Drawing the lob into his mouth, he rolled his tongue across it.
“Sshhh…” America breathed into his ear and brought his left arm over the lip of the tub, resting his hand on England’s chest for a moment before sliding it down south. “Let me…”
England remained silent, but the tension melted away as he finally gave into the heated touches. Turning his head and catching America by surprise, England pressed their lips together in a wet, messy kiss, sliding his tongue into the others mouth. He pressed his hands to the other’s chest, sliding them up and around his neck when he felt soft, warm pressure on his vital regions. Gasping softly, he pushed away.
A glaze of disappointment crossed America’s face, expecting to be turned away.
England allowed a challenging smirk to grace his face before he stood and stepped around America. He sat on the bed, not caring if the sheets got wet.
Minutes passed before America came out of the bathroom, two champagne glasses in hand.
England could help but raise a brow. “Champagne? Really? I never knew you were such a romantic.”
America smiled, returning the smirk England sent him. “Oh we won’t be drinking from these.”
“Then… why-“
“I’ll be using these to start with before I drink the rest off your skin.”
A deep shudder ran up England’s spine.
“W-well…” England cursed himself for the stutter. “If that’s the case… then I have something in my bag that will be… better.”
Jerking to the side, England’s eyes flew open. Sighing, he curled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.
“America please- not tonight.”
Not giving up so easily, as America has easily persuaded England to change his mind in the past, he leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his neck. The corded muscle tensed slightly as another sigh was uttered.
“America…”
There was a warning in his voice.
America pressed on, confident in his ability to seduce his long-time lover, and ghosted his lips up England’s neck to his ear. Drawing the lob into his mouth, he rolled his tongue across it.
“Sshhh…” America breathed into his ear and brought his left arm over the lip of the tub, resting his hand on England’s chest for a moment before sliding it down south. “Let me…”
England remained silent, but the tension melted away as he finally gave into the heated touches. Turning his head and catching America by surprise, England pressed their lips together in a wet, messy kiss, sliding his tongue into the others mouth. He pressed his hands to the other’s chest, sliding them up and around his neck when he felt soft, warm pressure on his vital regions. Gasping softly, he pushed away.
A glaze of disappointment crossed America’s face, expecting to be turned away.
England allowed a challenging smirk to grace his face before he stood and stepped around America. He sat on the bed, not caring if the sheets got wet.
Minutes passed before America came out of the bathroom, two champagne glasses in hand.
England could help but raise a brow. “Champagne? Really? I never knew you were such a romantic.”
America smiled, returning the smirk England sent him. “Oh we won’t be drinking from these.”
“Then… why-“
“I’ll be using these to start with before I drink the rest off your skin.”
A deep shudder ran up England’s spine.
“W-well…” England cursed himself for the stutter. “If that’s the case… then I have something in my bag that will be… better.”
“…Better?”
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