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Somehow they made it back to America’s house without incident, but the second the door was closed, England was on America, kissing him desperately and moaning with want and need, tangling his fingers in golden strands of hair and pressing as close as his body would let him, which wasn’t close enough. He needed more contact.
“America, America,” he groaned between kisses and found dark blue eyes staring back at him in understanding. They broke apart long enough to haphazardly remove their jackets, ties and dress shirts, and then they were tangling themselves in each other again, England gasping in relief at the feel of America’s bare chest against his. America started walking, but it was rather awkward with the way they refused to break contact again, so England wrapped his arms and then legs around America so the nation could carry him to his bedroom, their mouths never separating.
Once there, America lowered England onto his bed and reached for the zipper on his trousers, and England pulled away from America to give him a devilish smirk before he shifted his weight and flipped America onto his back. America yelped and his eyes widened as England delicately plucked his glasses off his face.
“No no, tonight I’ll be making love to you,” England cooed and wagged a finger in a mock lecturing manner.
America blinked and then he let out a low chuckle, that dark need returning to his eyes.
“Only because it’s you.”
Love is all that I can give to you, love is more than just a game for two…
England loved the breathless, needy noises America made whenever he was the one on the bottom. It sent chills down his spine knowing he could reduce his loud, boisterous love to a gasping, trembling puddle of desire. Not that he had any room to brag, as America could do the same to him just as easily. Oh, the power they had over each other at times like those!
England smiled as he felt America’s hands in his hair; it was a request for more. More. England happily complied and moved from America’s neck and kissed his way across his collarbone, his hands splaying on America’s chest. Each caress was one of reverence, because he’d missed this, missed America, and wanted to make it count. Wanted to make it memorable for the nation panting beneath him.
America, America, God shed his grace on thee, he hummed as he kissed down the length of America’s body. America the Beautiful was an understatement, but then neither Miss Bates nor Mister Ward knew just how beautiful America could really be. He smiled to himself at the thought. He didn’t care who he’d been with before, who America had been with, because America was all he needed now. Purple mountain majesties above the oh so fruited plain.
“England,” America choked out as England kissed the inside of his thigh, and England lifted his head to stare curiously at him. The look America gave him spoke more than words could, and, understanding the meaning right away, England crawled up to kiss America deeply.
Two in love can make it, take my heart and please don’t break it…
America squirmed only slightly as England inserted a lube-coated finger into his ass, watching America for a reaction, any reaction, and furrowed his brow as a second finger joined the first. It was only after America gasped and bucked his hips in pleasure (“fuck, there”) that England added a third finger, stretching the nation in preparation for what was to come.
It wasn’t long before America’s impatience reared its head and he was giving England a desperate look. “England, come on,” he whined.
“Hush, my love,” England said with gentle firmness, but complied. He removed his fingers and hooked America’s legs over his shoulders, kissing at America’s knee as he nudged his cock inside of the younger nation. America threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, breath coming in breathless pants.
England started with slow, languid thrusts to let America adjust, because it had been far too long since they’d done this, far too long since he’d been the one to worship America’s body like this, but America, ever impatient, was soon bucking his hips.
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