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anonymous
March 13 2010, 08:17:53 UTC
England nodded and closed his eyes. They fell into a comfortable silence while America worked his thumbs against the kinks and knots in England’s back. Occasionally England would interject a “there” or “that feels marvelous” or even a hiss of pain when America hit a particularly tense spot, and America would dutifully work to please England to the best of his ability. Eventually the knots were worked out, but America didn’t stop the massage. Rather, he continued because it was obviously making England feel good, and it was the least he could do for not saving the day earlier.
It was becoming rather hard to stay on track, however. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to focus on the task at hand and not on how England was moaning and arching into his touch. Tossing his head back, exposing the oh so tempting flesh of his neck. Eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed, mouth hanging open ever so slightly…
“America,” England gasped in abject pleasure as America ran his hands down the older nation’s back while applying the slightest pressure. That was enough to break down what was left of America’s willpower. He released his hold on England and hurriedly moved to stand in front of the chair instead of behind it. England’s eyes opened and he was about to ask why America had stopped when the words were swallowed by America’s mouth on his. England’s eyes slid shut once more and they wrapped their arms around each other while they kissed deeply.
They broke away briefly, England’s dark eyes telling America everything he needed to know, and then America easily swept England up into his arms and resumed kissing him as he made his way to the master bedroom on the second floor.
America laid England gently down on his bed and then crawled over him, attacking the neck that had been tempting him so earlier. England hummed his contentment and tangled his fingers in America’s hair, tilting his head slightly so America had better access. America pulled away long enough to pull England’s sweater vest over his head and practically tear off his own hoodie and t-shirt, taking more care to place Texas on the nightstand, then he moved back to kiss at England’s neck once more. He pressed loving kisses steadily downwards from his neck to his collarbone and down his chest as he worked at the buttons on England’s shirt. England swatted at him impatiently and in a few swift, impressive movements, undid the remaining buttons and pulled off his shirt, then made short work of his slacks and (Union Jack printed) underwear.
“Stop teasing, America,” he panted and threw himself back into his pillows.
America smiled warmly and chuckled. “Aye aye, captain.”
Although the movements weren’t as fluid as England’s, America managed to quickly remove his jeans and (Stars and Stripes printed) underwear, as well. He reached over into the top drawer of the nightstand, knowing that England always had a bottle of lube handy there. He poured a generous amount into his hands and rubbed it to warm it up before he pressed into England. Luckily the older nation was already languid and relaxed from the massage, so preparation was quick and America didn’t have to wait long for the connection he’d been craving since their last parting.
He was careful to keep the love making about England the whole time; England’s pleasure, what made England gasp and arch in bliss, touching and kissing where he knew it would drive England past the brink. He willed himself to deny his own climax until England had reached his, throwing his head back and not bothering to muffle his cry, then America followed and braced himself before he could crush England with his weight.
Untitled 3/3
anonymous
March 13 2010, 08:18:29 UTC
He kissed England’s damp forehead as he pulled out, then fumbled for the discarded t-shirt on the floor to clean up the mess between them. He tossed it back on the floor when he was done and then eased himself next to England, pulling the nation into his arms and pressing tender kisses to his lips.
“Feel better?” he asked and brushed his nose against England’s.
“Mm,” England hummed and tangled their limbs together. “Now just shut up and cuddle me, you git.”
America rolled his eyes, thankful that England couldn’t see the gesture, but agreed that it was the best course of action. There he could run his hands up and down England’s spine once more, this time in a soothing manner, until the older nation fell into a contented, and most importantly relaxed sleep in his arms.
Awww, now that's a lovely fill! That was so sweet. And then suddenly it was sweet and hot at the same time. Mmm, America being all thoughtful and caring is totally what I was asking for. Gotta love the changes in England's behaviour as he goes from overstrained to more relaxed. (And I'm amused at the thing about flags on their pants, too.) Really enjoyed this--dear Anon, you did a great job! Thanks a lot, you have my gratitude, and loads of it. <3
It was becoming rather hard to stay on track, however. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to focus on the task at hand and not on how England was moaning and arching into his touch. Tossing his head back, exposing the oh so tempting flesh of his neck. Eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed, mouth hanging open ever so slightly…
“America,” England gasped in abject pleasure as America ran his hands down the older nation’s back while applying the slightest pressure. That was enough to break down what was left of America’s willpower. He released his hold on England and hurriedly moved to stand in front of the chair instead of behind it. England’s eyes opened and he was about to ask why America had stopped when the words were swallowed by America’s mouth on his. England’s eyes slid shut once more and they wrapped their arms around each other while they kissed deeply.
They broke away briefly, England’s dark eyes telling America everything he needed to know, and then America easily swept England up into his arms and resumed kissing him as he made his way to the master bedroom on the second floor.
America laid England gently down on his bed and then crawled over him, attacking the neck that had been tempting him so earlier. England hummed his contentment and tangled his fingers in America’s hair, tilting his head slightly so America had better access. America pulled away long enough to pull England’s sweater vest over his head and practically tear off his own hoodie and t-shirt, taking more care to place Texas on the nightstand, then he moved back to kiss at England’s neck once more. He pressed loving kisses steadily downwards from his neck to his collarbone and down his chest as he worked at the buttons on England’s shirt. England swatted at him impatiently and in a few swift, impressive movements, undid the remaining buttons and pulled off his shirt, then made short work of his slacks and (Union Jack printed) underwear.
“Stop teasing, America,” he panted and threw himself back into his pillows.
America smiled warmly and chuckled. “Aye aye, captain.”
Although the movements weren’t as fluid as England’s, America managed to quickly remove his jeans and (Stars and Stripes printed) underwear, as well. He reached over into the top drawer of the nightstand, knowing that England always had a bottle of lube handy there. He poured a generous amount into his hands and rubbed it to warm it up before he pressed into England. Luckily the older nation was already languid and relaxed from the massage, so preparation was quick and America didn’t have to wait long for the connection he’d been craving since their last parting.
He was careful to keep the love making about England the whole time; England’s pleasure, what made England gasp and arch in bliss, touching and kissing where he knew it would drive England past the brink. He willed himself to deny his own climax until England had reached his, throwing his head back and not bothering to muffle his cry, then America followed and braced himself before he could crush England with his weight.
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“Feel better?” he asked and brushed his nose against England’s.
“Mm,” England hummed and tangled their limbs together. “Now just shut up and cuddle me, you git.”
America rolled his eyes, thankful that England couldn’t see the gesture, but agreed that it was the best course of action. There he could run his hands up and down England’s spine once more, this time in a soothing manner, until the older nation fell into a contented, and most importantly relaxed sleep in his arms.
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Now i want a massage too. XD
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That was so sweet. And then suddenly it was sweet and hot at the same time. Mmm, America being all thoughtful and caring is totally what I was asking for. Gotta love the changes in England's behaviour as he goes from overstrained to more relaxed. (And I'm amused at the thing about flags on their pants, too.)
Really enjoyed this--dear Anon, you did a great job! Thanks a lot, you have my gratitude, and loads of it. <3
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Awwww such yummy cavities. I just love them just being little cute boyfriends to each other. XD
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