New Fill [1/~4]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 15:19:09 UTC
Okay, so I'm not the person who started to fill this. And I don't think my version will be nearly as good. But I really think this needs to be filled, so here's what I've got.
America had never been able to keep track of time very well. He preferred to live in the present, even in the future. The past was just the past; he didn’t think about it much.
But perhaps if he had given the past some thought, he wouldn’t have invited Canada, his brother, over to his house that day. Canada had sounded reluctant, but then, didn’t he always?
“I was going to spend the weekend with Cuba,” his brother tells him on the phone, when pressed for the reason. “I always do, when… this sort of time comes around.”
“What are you talking about?” America asks. He doesn’t think back 25 years. He hardly ever thinks back even 25 days, much less that long ago. “Anyways, I got this awesome new game. You have to come over and play it with me.”
“America, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Canada tells him, his voice unusually severe. But America doesn’t listen. He never does. If he insists for long enough, his brother will come with him. It’s always been like that, he’s not going to let things change now.
An hour later, Canada shows up, looking a bit shy and a bit miffed.
“Stop being such a sour-puss, let’s go,” America says, and grabs his brother’s wrist. Canada allows himself to be dragged into the house, and sits on the couch, his legs folded beneath him.
America leans in to turn the system on, and the TV, the receiver, the sound system… He always has the coolest technology. The game is a fast and gritty first-person shooter, America’s favorite kind. Canada prefers racing games, but he likes these well enough, and he plays with America so often that their skills are equal.
They make it though the official story-line in record time, playing as a team. After that, it’s versus mode. They both swear loudly when the other wins, Canada slipping into his more violent Quebecois side sometime during the seventh round.
“Hey, it’s a bit warm in here, don’t you think?” America asks, and strips his shirt off. It’s not usually this hot in late fall, but he supposes there are heat waves occasionally.
Canada beats him while his controller is set in his lap, smirking evilly.
“Hey, that wasn’t fair!” America exclaims. “You can’t just shoot me while I’m not even holding my controller!”
“I didn’t force you to put it down,” Canada replies, an eyebrow raised. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks, and it looks oddly appealing. Wait, no, that’s his brother! America shakes his head of the thoughts and returns to the game.
By the time the sun sets, Canada is three kills ahead. America sulks sullenly and stretches wide. There’s a weird sort of tingling in his legs, but that’s just because he‘s been sitting down for too long. They must be about to fall asleep.
He’s about to get up and make something for dinner when he looks over at Canada. His brother is staring at him, a weird, heavy sort of look in his eyes. He’s still a bit flushed, America notices, gulping thickly.
“H-Hey, what are you looking at?” he asks. His voice sounds too husky to his ears, as if he’s aroused. He realizes with mild horror that he totally is. He backtracks though the afternoon, trying to think of something that could have caused this. There’s nothing.
“You’re hard,” his brother whispers, leaning closer. Alfred’s eyes widen. Canada looks at him with those cloudy eyes, and licks his lips and holy shit, he’s just as hard.
New Fill [2/~4]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 15:21:31 UTC
He opens his mouth to say he’s sorry and he’ll just go take care of that, but all that comes out is a small, strangled noise. Canada crawls over to him until their noses are almost touching, his thigh between America’s legs. Alfred looks away and tells himself furiously that he will not hump his brother; because that would be wrong in so many different ways he can’t even count them.
“Let me suck you off,” Canada whispers, his voice falling hot on Alfred’s face. America’s cock twitches at the idea, and his face gets redder. “Alfred.” There’s a haze of lust creeping in on the edges of his mind, slowly engulfing any objections he should have. Still, he refuses to look up at his brother-his brother!-instead opting to look stubbornly at the wall.
“Alfy, let me do this,” Canada whispers. They’re not touching, but they’re so close that he can feel the heat rolling off the other man in waves, and he wants nothing more than to lean up into that heat and grind against him, bury his hands in that soft hair…
He means to shake his head no, really he does. But his body betrays him, and he nods, silently. Canada reaches down to knead at his crotch, and he rolls his hips upwards, groaning deeply.
Matthew slides down his body and undoes his pants quickly, his fingers more experienced than they should be. It’s hardly seconds before his cock is free. He can only watch as his brother leans down to lick up the shaft wetly.
“F-Fuck,” he murmurs. He’s never been harder in his life, he doesn’t think. Not that he can think to remember anything beyond this moment, not when Canada’s tongue swirls around his cock. His fingers thread through the other nation’s silky hair and grip tightly. Matthew moans in appreciation, and he starts undoing his own pants as he presses his tongue to the tip.
Alfred is vaguely aware of the moans coming out of his throat, put only peripherally. His entire mind is focused on the sensation of Canada’s mouth, hot and wet and everything he wants. He can’t remember why he objected to this, anymore.
Canada is stroking himself roughly as he licks and sucks at his brother’s cock, moaning quietly as he works. America’s fingers tighten in his hair. He can’t tear his eyes away. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so erotic before.
Canada’s mouth closes around him again, but this time it just keeps going. Alfred’s eyes widen. Canada swallows around him, breathing heavily through his nose. He just keeps. Going. From the way his eyes flutter and his hand moves more quickly on his own cock, he’s really enjoying this.
“Jesus,” Alfred whispers, as Matthew’s nose pushes against his pubes. It takes him a minute to remember to breath. Then Canada pulls off, just a bit, and sinks down again, and his hips move involuntarily, thrusting into the other nation’s mouth. Canada moans quietly in approval and looks up at him, his eyes dark with lust.
America moans and his hips buck again, and Matthew doesn’t seem to mind, seems to like it, in fact, so he lets himself fuck into the other man’s throat, hard and fast, and Canada just takes it, moaning quietly as he does.
Alfred comes heavily into the other nation’s mouth, his own orgasm taking him by surprise. Matthew smiles and swallows, licking his lips.
“Jesus fuck, Matty,” he whispers, when he catches his breath. “What. Fuck, I mean how. Why are you so GOOD at that?”
Canada looks up, still touching himself, in long, desperate strokes. “I normally go down on Cuba,” he replies, blushing slightly, but not from embarrassment. “He’s a lot thicker. The way he fucks into my mouth is just…” he trails off into a groan and comes on America’s leg.
“Matthew!” Alfred exclaims. The though of his brother going down on that communism bastard (turns him on) is alarming. “Don’t talk about things like that!”
“Jealous?” Canada asks, licking his fingers. “Is that why you invited me over today?”
“Don’t look at me like that!” America exclaims, and looks away again. Jesus, he’s getting hard again, and it’s only been a minute or two since he came. What’s wrong with him today?
“Don’t look so bashful,” Canada says scornfully, peeling his shirt off. “You just came in my mouth.”
New Fill [3/4]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 15:22:31 UTC
“Don’t say that!” America exclaims, his face bright red. The lust is creeping back into his head again, and the way Canada is looking at him, predatory, is going straight to his crotch.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” Matthew mocks him, pulling his own pants off before starting on Alfred’s. “If that’s all you’ve got to say, then just shut up. This has happened to us before, you knew what you were getting into.”
“I didn’t!” America exclaims. It takes a conscious effort not to pull his brother closer, close enough to rut against him. The though both arouses and disgusts him.
“Every 25 years, brother,” Canada says darkly. “This happens to you, too, doesn’t it?” America thinks back. Now that it’s been mentioned, he does remember spending an entire weekend whacking off, a few decades ago. He’d thought it was just because he hadn’t got laid in a while.
“I normally go to Cuba’s house, when this happens,” Canada continues, his voice somewhat angry, but getting lustier with each word. “But no, you had to make me come over to try your stupid game. And now you have to deal with the consequences.”
America’s eyes widen. Shit. This is starting to creep him out in a huge way.
“Is there any lube?”
“You’re not fucking me.”
“You’re quite mistaken, there,” Matthew replies darkly. “If you haven’t got any, I’ll just use spit.”
Alfred glances at the other nation’s cock. No way. No way is that going in him. If his own dick twitches at the thought, that’s just because his mind is clouded over. Jesus, he can barely think.
“It’s in my bedroom,” he whispers. Canada gets up to go get it. America isn’t sure whether he wants to get away or hump the cushions. When Matthew returns, he’s still exactly where he was before.
When Canada gets back, he kneels between Alfred’s legs and slicks up his fingers. America watches, getting harder by the second. When the first finger slides into him, way too easily, he can’t hold back a moan. It feels way better than he thought it would. He needs more, almost instantly.
Canada only thrusts the first finger in and out a few times before adding a second, watching his fingers slide in and out, almost hypnotized. Alfred arches his back and moans, coherent thought leaving him with each thrust, his cock fully erect, now. He’s panting and writhing, anything to get more of this, more of Matthew’s fingers.
Canada pushes a third finger in, his own breath getting short and heavy as a foggy lust creeps over his mind. He’s never realized how sexy his brother is, before. But here, laid out in front of him, back arched, hands grasping at the couch by his head, head thrown back and face flushed, there’s no other word to describe him.
A voice in the back of his head says that this is his BROTHER and it is absolutely wrong to be doing this, but when Alfred moans and pushed down on his fingers, he can’t hold on to the trail of thought any longer.
When he removes his fingers, America keens and writhes under him. His hands tremble as he slicks himself up, forcing himself to be generous with the lube. He lines himself up and presses in, slowly, slowly. There’s nothing he wants more than to slam in and take what he wants, using this beautiful body for what it was obviously meant for, but he resists the urge. Just barely, but he does.
When he’s all the way in, he stills, taking deep breaths and trying to chase the tendrils of lust out of his mind for long enough to let his brother adjust to the feeling. Alfred’s heels are digging into his back, his hands clenching the arm of the couch so tightly his knuckles turn white. A sheen of sweat glistens on his brow. Canada bites his lip hard and looks away. He has to be gentle, if only at first. Gentle, gentle, gentle…
New Fill [4/4]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 15:25:47 UTC
Finally, America relaxes a bit, and makes a soft whimpering noise. Matthew lets go of his reservations, his hips snapping forwards. Alfred moans loudly and reaches up to cling to his shoulders. Canada sets up a punishing rhythm. He pounds into the other nation’s body relentlessly, giving in to his desires after what feels like holding back forever.
America meets every thrust, rubbing his cock against the other man’s stomach. They both moan and pant, losing themselves to this urge, this unstoppable need, moving together like one, as if they were made to go together.
Matthew comes first, hot into America’s tight body. But even after, he’s still hard, painfully so. He keeps going, not paying attention to anything but the sensations, the sounds Alfred makes. When America comes, he digs his nails into the other’s back, pulling himself as close as they can possibly go.
When he realizes that Matthew isn’t going to stop, he’s not sure if he’s relieved or not, but his body keeping meeting the thrusts, matching his brother’s pace. Rational thought is getting more and more difficult with each passing second. He decides to give up on it, and loses himself to the feeling.
It’s not until their fourth orgasm that Canada pulls out. America simply lies on the couch, trembling and exhausted. Matthew’s come drips out of him onto the sofa, but he’s too tired to move.
“We should get a shower,” Canada says, sitting on the floor, sweat dripping from his hair. He wipes Alfred’s come from his chest with one hand, then just looks at it, unsure what to do. America grunts noncommittally. Canada pushes himself upright and heads for the bathroom.
A/N: Alright, that's what I've got. I feel like it could continue, but I really can't write America (obviously.) If original!filler is reading this, PLEASE COME BACK~! If anon really want me to keep going anyways, I could, but you'd have to give suggestions.
Re: New Fill [4/4]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 15:56:06 UTC
I love this thing, especially the beginning, when it's just building and it's so hot with only a few suggested implied things, but the thing that grabs me most is - is Canada dissing America on purpose? "Yeah, you're easy after Cuba, who's much bigger." Oh, the heights of Canadian passive-aggressiveness, even when he's all lust-crazed, lol.
Re: New Fill [4/4]
anonymous
June 26 2010, 10:31:32 UTC
Hahahaha, oh man yeah, passive-aggressive sniping at America , our national pastime. (But Canadians are never rarely so hot as Canada is in this fill when WE do it)
Re: New Fill [4/4]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 19:30:05 UTC
Aww, I <3 you, too. Thanks for commenting.
Humm, showers... *mental image of wet!Canada* I think I like that idea.
Ahoge usage is something I'm a huge fan of, but my kind of screwed up headcanon says that if you pull on Canada's ahoge he'll switch to Newfoundland!Canada. xD So I'd probably be laughing to hard to actually do that, even if I ignored my headcanon.
I'd really given up hope that the first story would ever be updated (sob; even though I reread it all the time and hope), so seeing this just... oh my god, it seriously made my week. My month, even. Thank you so much! T_T
This was fucking hot. And somehow, even though I didn't state them in the prompt, you managed to hit a lot of my other kinks because you are naturally awesome: sex against a couch, the coming inside America four times (ESPECIALLY THIS, GOD I LOVE YOU), the blowjob, the wanting just to rut against his brother. Ffffffuck. ♥
I loved Canada's passive aggressive comparison of America to Cuba. Pfft. XD XD XD And then playing video games in the beginning was awesomely dorky and perfect and them.
alsjlskd. And Canada just... taking charge, guh. Love love love his "Alfy" for some reason; I've never heard that, and usually I don't do the nicknames, but that's going down in memory for its quirky adorableness.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” Matthew mocks him - For some reason, this is really hot. XD;;
The descriptions of America against the sofa as they're having sex are lovely, by the way, and sexy as fuck all. ♥ I REALLY LIKE THEM. And aslkdjslkd. OH MY GOD I LOVED THE MULTIPLE ORGASMS AND COME LINES. ALL OF THAT. YES. GOD. LOVE YOU. HARDCORE, LOVE YOU.
If this is where you end it, it's still an awesome fill and that is perfectly all right. But secretly, I sob and hope you continue this sexiness for as long as you'd like. Like in the shower. Or Canada getting hard in it so he has to come back and bend America over the sofa for more. Or they could just have sex everywhere this weekend, LOL. I'm sure America can take it! /shot HE'S A HERO. Sensitivity after so much multiple and prolonged sex could be a lot of fun, too - you know, America feeling sore and sensitive, but still really getting off on that, and any come play.
... But, uh, not that I've daydreamt about this fill at all. >.> I mean. Yeah. YOU DON'T HAVE TO CONTINUE IT BECAUSE YOU STILL HAVE MY LOVE, BUT JUST SAYING.
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anonymous
June 26 2010, 17:41:40 UTC
eeee, it's OP. <3
I was really hoping the original filler would come back, too, but it didn't look like it was going to happen. I'm glad you like my version.
Somehow, I seem to write sex scenes on couches fairly often. idk. Well, they weren't going to stop. >D
Actually, when I first saw the original fill wasn't done, I started thinking about where it could go, and the idea of Canada comparing his brother to Cuba while he's going down on him got into my head. And I just couldn't stop thinking about it. It's totally my headcanon now that Canada likes giving bjs, and it's more or less your fault. xD
I'm such a nerd myself, I don't even know what non-geeks do when they hang out. Watch sports? idk.
They've known each other since forever, so they would have nicknames. I wasn't sure about it, but I couldn't think of anything else. ><
Passive-aggresive, kind of mean Canada is super-hot for me. I'm glad you like it, too. <3
I really want to draw America against the couch, but I have like 5 other things I'm drawing. >//////< Well, they're in heat, after all...
I do have ideas for this, and long comments make me ever so happy. I might keep going.
Re: author!anon loves you, too
anonymous
June 28 2010, 04:26:51 UTC
Yeah, I've asked around on the Discussion Post about the original filler, too, but they seem to have completely disappeared. :( This breaks my heart, but... God, I am so glad you wrote this. I was thinking I'd never get to see it. T_T
You write sex on a couch masterfully, that's why! X3
Bwahaha, I totally believe in the Canada blowjob!canon. Especially with the Cuba element. XD XD
Me either. Being a geek, I am somewhat curious. IT CANNOT BE AS FUN AS WHAT WE DO.
If you keep going, that'd be awesome. So very awesome. I would die of awesome. However, even if you don't, the fic supports itself as truly Awesometastic Awesome, no matter. ♥ Thank you again, author!anon~ ♥
America had never been able to keep track of time very well. He preferred to live in the present, even in the future. The past was just the past; he didn’t think about it much.
But perhaps if he had given the past some thought, he wouldn’t have invited Canada, his brother, over to his house that day. Canada had sounded reluctant, but then, didn’t he always?
“I was going to spend the weekend with Cuba,” his brother tells him on the phone, when pressed for the reason. “I always do, when… this sort of time comes around.”
“What are you talking about?” America asks. He doesn’t think back 25 years. He hardly ever thinks back even 25 days, much less that long ago. “Anyways, I got this awesome new game. You have to come over and play it with me.”
“America, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Canada tells him, his voice unusually severe. But America doesn’t listen. He never does. If he insists for long enough, his brother will come with him. It’s always been like that, he’s not going to let things change now.
An hour later, Canada shows up, looking a bit shy and a bit miffed.
“Stop being such a sour-puss, let’s go,” America says, and grabs his brother’s wrist. Canada allows himself to be dragged into the house, and sits on the couch, his legs folded beneath him.
America leans in to turn the system on, and the TV, the receiver, the sound system… He always has the coolest technology. The game is a fast and gritty first-person shooter, America’s favorite kind. Canada prefers racing games, but he likes these well enough, and he plays with America so often that their skills are equal.
They make it though the official story-line in record time, playing as a team. After that, it’s versus mode. They both swear loudly when the other wins, Canada slipping into his more violent Quebecois side sometime during the seventh round.
“Hey, it’s a bit warm in here, don’t you think?” America asks, and strips his shirt off. It’s not usually this hot in late fall, but he supposes there are heat waves occasionally.
Canada beats him while his controller is set in his lap, smirking evilly.
“Hey, that wasn’t fair!” America exclaims. “You can’t just shoot me while I’m not even holding my controller!”
“I didn’t force you to put it down,” Canada replies, an eyebrow raised. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks, and it looks oddly appealing. Wait, no, that’s his brother! America shakes his head of the thoughts and returns to the game.
By the time the sun sets, Canada is three kills ahead. America sulks sullenly and stretches wide. There’s a weird sort of tingling in his legs, but that’s just because he‘s been sitting down for too long. They must be about to fall asleep.
He’s about to get up and make something for dinner when he looks over at Canada. His brother is staring at him, a weird, heavy sort of look in his eyes. He’s still a bit flushed, America notices, gulping thickly.
“H-Hey, what are you looking at?” he asks. His voice sounds too husky to his ears, as if he’s aroused. He realizes with mild horror that he totally is. He backtracks though the afternoon, trying to think of something that could have caused this. There’s nothing.
“You’re hard,” his brother whispers, leaning closer. Alfred’s eyes widen. Canada looks at him with those cloudy eyes, and licks his lips and holy shit, he’s just as hard.
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“Let me suck you off,” Canada whispers, his voice falling hot on Alfred’s face. America’s cock twitches at the idea, and his face gets redder. “Alfred.” There’s a haze of lust creeping in on the edges of his mind, slowly engulfing any objections he should have. Still, he refuses to look up at his brother-his brother!-instead opting to look stubbornly at the wall.
“Alfy, let me do this,” Canada whispers. They’re not touching, but they’re so close that he can feel the heat rolling off the other man in waves, and he wants nothing more than to lean up into that heat and grind against him, bury his hands in that soft hair…
He means to shake his head no, really he does. But his body betrays him, and he nods, silently. Canada reaches down to knead at his crotch, and he rolls his hips upwards, groaning deeply.
Matthew slides down his body and undoes his pants quickly, his fingers more experienced than they should be. It’s hardly seconds before his cock is free. He can only watch as his brother leans down to lick up the shaft wetly.
“F-Fuck,” he murmurs. He’s never been harder in his life, he doesn’t think. Not that he can think to remember anything beyond this moment, not when Canada’s tongue swirls around his cock. His fingers thread through the other nation’s silky hair and grip tightly. Matthew moans in appreciation, and he starts undoing his own pants as he presses his tongue to the tip.
Alfred is vaguely aware of the moans coming out of his throat, put only peripherally. His entire mind is focused on the sensation of Canada’s mouth, hot and wet and everything he wants. He can’t remember why he objected to this, anymore.
Canada is stroking himself roughly as he licks and sucks at his brother’s cock, moaning quietly as he works. America’s fingers tighten in his hair. He can’t tear his eyes away. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so erotic before.
Canada’s mouth closes around him again, but this time it just keeps going. Alfred’s eyes widen. Canada swallows around him, breathing heavily through his nose. He just keeps. Going. From the way his eyes flutter and his hand moves more quickly on his own cock, he’s really enjoying this.
“Jesus,” Alfred whispers, as Matthew’s nose pushes against his pubes. It takes him a minute to remember to breath. Then Canada pulls off, just a bit, and sinks down again, and his hips move involuntarily, thrusting into the other nation’s mouth. Canada moans quietly in approval and looks up at him, his eyes dark with lust.
America moans and his hips buck again, and Matthew doesn’t seem to mind, seems to like it, in fact, so he lets himself fuck into the other man’s throat, hard and fast, and Canada just takes it, moaning quietly as he does.
Alfred comes heavily into the other nation’s mouth, his own orgasm taking him by surprise. Matthew smiles and swallows, licking his lips.
“Jesus fuck, Matty,” he whispers, when he catches his breath. “What. Fuck, I mean how. Why are you so GOOD at that?”
Canada looks up, still touching himself, in long, desperate strokes. “I normally go down on Cuba,” he replies, blushing slightly, but not from embarrassment. “He’s a lot thicker. The way he fucks into my mouth is just…” he trails off into a groan and comes on America’s leg.
“Matthew!” Alfred exclaims. The though of his brother going down on that communism bastard (turns him on) is alarming. “Don’t talk about things like that!”
“Jealous?” Canada asks, licking his fingers. “Is that why you invited me over today?”
“Don’t look at me like that!” America exclaims, and looks away again. Jesus, he’s getting hard again, and it’s only been a minute or two since he came. What’s wrong with him today?
“Don’t look so bashful,” Canada says scornfully, peeling his shirt off. “You just came in my mouth.”
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“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” Matthew mocks him, pulling his own pants off before starting on Alfred’s. “If that’s all you’ve got to say, then just shut up. This has happened to us before, you knew what you were getting into.”
“I didn’t!” America exclaims. It takes a conscious effort not to pull his brother closer, close enough to rut against him. The though both arouses and disgusts him.
“Every 25 years, brother,” Canada says darkly. “This happens to you, too, doesn’t it?” America thinks back. Now that it’s been mentioned, he does remember spending an entire weekend whacking off, a few decades ago. He’d thought it was just because he hadn’t got laid in a while.
“I normally go to Cuba’s house, when this happens,” Canada continues, his voice somewhat angry, but getting lustier with each word. “But no, you had to make me come over to try your stupid game. And now you have to deal with the consequences.”
America’s eyes widen. Shit. This is starting to creep him out in a huge way.
“Is there any lube?”
“You’re not fucking me.”
“You’re quite mistaken, there,” Matthew replies darkly. “If you haven’t got any, I’ll just use spit.”
Alfred glances at the other nation’s cock. No way. No way is that going in him. If his own dick twitches at the thought, that’s just because his mind is clouded over. Jesus, he can barely think.
“It’s in my bedroom,” he whispers. Canada gets up to go get it. America isn’t sure whether he wants to get away or hump the cushions. When Matthew returns, he’s still exactly where he was before.
When Canada gets back, he kneels between Alfred’s legs and slicks up his fingers. America watches, getting harder by the second. When the first finger slides into him, way too easily, he can’t hold back a moan. It feels way better than he thought it would. He needs more, almost instantly.
Canada only thrusts the first finger in and out a few times before adding a second, watching his fingers slide in and out, almost hypnotized. Alfred arches his back and moans, coherent thought leaving him with each thrust, his cock fully erect, now. He’s panting and writhing, anything to get more of this, more of Matthew’s fingers.
Canada pushes a third finger in, his own breath getting short and heavy as a foggy lust creeps over his mind. He’s never realized how sexy his brother is, before. But here, laid out in front of him, back arched, hands grasping at the couch by his head, head thrown back and face flushed, there’s no other word to describe him.
A voice in the back of his head says that this is his BROTHER and it is absolutely wrong to be doing this, but when Alfred moans and pushed down on his fingers, he can’t hold on to the trail of thought any longer.
When he removes his fingers, America keens and writhes under him. His hands tremble as he slicks himself up, forcing himself to be generous with the lube. He lines himself up and presses in, slowly, slowly. There’s nothing he wants more than to slam in and take what he wants, using this beautiful body for what it was obviously meant for, but he resists the urge. Just barely, but he does.
When he’s all the way in, he stills, taking deep breaths and trying to chase the tendrils of lust out of his mind for long enough to let his brother adjust to the feeling. Alfred’s heels are digging into his back, his hands clenching the arm of the couch so tightly his knuckles turn white. A sheen of sweat glistens on his brow. Canada bites his lip hard and looks away. He has to be gentle, if only at first. Gentle, gentle, gentle…
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America meets every thrust, rubbing his cock against the other man’s stomach. They both moan and pant, losing themselves to this urge, this unstoppable need, moving together like one, as if they were made to go together.
Matthew comes first, hot into America’s tight body. But even after, he’s still hard, painfully so. He keeps going, not paying attention to anything but the sensations, the sounds Alfred makes. When America comes, he digs his nails into the other’s back, pulling himself as close as they can possibly go.
When he realizes that Matthew isn’t going to stop, he’s not sure if he’s relieved or not, but his body keeping meeting the thrusts, matching his brother’s pace. Rational thought is getting more and more difficult with each passing second. He decides to give up on it, and loses himself to the feeling.
It’s not until their fourth orgasm that Canada pulls out. America simply lies on the couch, trembling and exhausted. Matthew’s come drips out of him onto the sofa, but he’s too tired to move.
“We should get a shower,” Canada says, sitting on the floor, sweat dripping from his hair. He wipes Alfred’s come from his chest with one hand, then just looks at it, unsure what to do. America grunts noncommittally. Canada pushes himself upright and heads for the bathroom.
A/N: Alright, that's what I've got. I feel like it could continue, but I really can't write America (obviously.) If original!filler is reading this, PLEASE COME BACK~! If anon really want me to keep going anyways, I could, but you'd have to give suggestions.
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I feel a bit sorry for poor America though.
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It would be amazing if you continued... maybe a shower scene with ahoge usage?
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Humm, showers... *mental image of wet!Canada* I think I like that idea.
Ahoge usage is something I'm a huge fan of, but my kind of screwed up headcanon says that if you pull on Canada's ahoge he'll switch to Newfoundland!Canada. xD So I'd probably be laughing to hard to actually do that, even if I ignored my headcanon.
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This was fucking hot. And somehow, even though I didn't state them in the prompt, you managed to hit a lot of my other kinks because you are naturally awesome: sex against a couch, the coming inside America four times (ESPECIALLY THIS, GOD I LOVE YOU), the blowjob, the wanting just to rut against his brother. Ffffffuck. ♥
I loved Canada's passive aggressive comparison of America to Cuba. Pfft. XD XD XD And then playing video games in the beginning was awesomely dorky and perfect and them.
alsjlskd. And Canada just... taking charge, guh. Love love love his "Alfy" for some reason; I've never heard that, and usually I don't do the nicknames, but that's going down in memory for its quirky adorableness.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” Matthew mocks him - For some reason, this is really hot. XD;;
The descriptions of America against the sofa as they're having sex are lovely, by the way, and sexy as fuck all. ♥ I REALLY LIKE THEM. And aslkdjslkd. OH MY GOD I LOVED THE MULTIPLE ORGASMS AND COME LINES. ALL OF THAT. YES. GOD. LOVE YOU. HARDCORE, LOVE YOU.
If this is where you end it, it's still an awesome fill and that is perfectly all right. But secretly, I sob and hope you continue this sexiness for as long as you'd like. Like in the shower. Or Canada getting hard in it so he has to come back and bend America over the sofa for more. Or they could just have sex everywhere this weekend, LOL. I'm sure America can take it! /shot HE'S A HERO. Sensitivity after so much multiple and prolonged sex could be a lot of fun, too - you know, America feeling sore and sensitive, but still really getting off on that, and any come play.
... But, uh, not that I've daydreamt about this fill at all. >.> I mean. Yeah. YOU DON'T HAVE TO CONTINUE IT BECAUSE YOU STILL HAVE MY LOVE, BUT JUST SAYING.
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I was really hoping the original filler would come back, too, but it didn't look like it was going to happen. I'm glad you like my version.
Somehow, I seem to write sex scenes on couches fairly often. idk. Well, they weren't going to stop. >D
Actually, when I first saw the original fill wasn't done, I started thinking about where it could go, and the idea of Canada comparing his brother to Cuba while he's going down on him got into my head. And I just couldn't stop thinking about it. It's totally my headcanon now that Canada likes giving bjs, and it's more or less your fault. xD
I'm such a nerd myself, I don't even know what non-geeks do when they hang out. Watch sports? idk.
They've known each other since forever, so they would have nicknames. I wasn't sure about it, but I couldn't think of anything else. ><
Passive-aggresive, kind of mean Canada is super-hot for me. I'm glad you like it, too. <3
I really want to draw America against the couch, but I have like 5 other things I'm drawing. >//////< Well, they're in heat, after all...
I do have ideas for this, and long comments make me ever so happy. I might keep going.
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You write sex on a couch masterfully, that's why! X3
Bwahaha, I totally believe in the Canada blowjob!canon. Especially with the Cuba element. XD XD
Me either. Being a geek, I am somewhat curious. IT CANNOT BE AS FUN AS WHAT WE DO.
If you keep going, that'd be awesome. So very awesome. I would die of awesome. However, even if you don't, the fic supports itself as truly Awesometastic Awesome, no matter. ♥ Thank you again, author!anon~ ♥
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