Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 07:16:21 UTC
His entire being seems caught asunder, splintered on the thought. America closes his eyes as Canada bores into him with a third finger-assured, practiced, thoughtful. Canada knows I love him. He’s still here. He probably loves me, too.
That, or he’s deep enough I can convince him.
“Easy,” says Canada quietly, fingering more lube into his brother with an audible squelch. “You’ve got to be real relaxed for this, okay? And I think… Prop your legs higher. Get your knees up in the air. Easier, that way.”
“Yeah…” America bites his lip, heat gathered low in his core. His heels can’t find purchase, but he manages to balance them against the corners of the tabletop, split wide for viewing. He reaches for his erection, but Canada beats him to it, gathering it in his slippery grasp and pulling: once, twice, a slower third as he’s distracted by the discovery of America’s prostate.
For a moment, America loses track of reality. Caught between fucking himself on Canada’s fingers and bucking into his palm, he blanks out, head lolling on the table as he pants with pleasure. “Oh god,” he’s saying, he’s saying it and he doesn’t have to be quiet anymore, “that’s-ohhfuck, fuck, I love you, love you right there-”
“Shhh.” Canada withdraws completely, lifting himself away. Blanching, America almost reaches out to follow him, but the smile Canada gives him is reassuring.
Swallowing hard, America lets his skull fall back against the table. He can hear the buzz of the sex machine, already forgotten, come closer. The sound makes his heart flutter. He’s not sure if it’s the thrill of the unknown adventure, or the fact that Canada’s the one who brought him to this point that’s doing it. He doesn’t even have the time to question it, because then Canada is back and the dildo, wet and glistening, nudges against his entrance.
America takes a deep breath, and on its end, Canada fills him completely.
“God,” says Canada, “you’re gorgeous.”
It’s too difficult to answer; whatever he’s going to say will sound incredibly stupid. Instead, America catches his bottom lip in his teeth and moans as his brother moves the toy in and out, stretching what his fingers could not. “So gorgeous,” Canada repeats, softer still. “I still don’t understand why, out of all the nations, it’s me that you’re fixed on. You could have anyone. Anyone would kill to be in my position right now.”
Love you, America wants to say, but instead he gives an unsteady gasp as the dildo buries up to the hilt. It’s just you. I dunno why. We’re part of the same landmass. We both like hockey. We’re ordained, we’re fated, we were always meant to be one in the only way left. You didn’t laugh at my porn collection.
Canada doesn’t give him the chance to answer, even in following. “I think you’re ready for the next step,” he says, and his voice goes all silk and syrup, the way it does in bed when he’s completely turned on. “What d’you think?”
“Yeah,” says America, when he can talk. “Yeah, I…”
“Tell me if it hurts,” Canada says, and America can hear the fucking machine scrape across the floor as he moves it just beneath the table. The end of the dildo shifts, the angle changing minutely as Canada fastens it back onto the end of the machine’s bar. America immediately has the strange sensation of a presence at the other end of the dildo, a bulk beyond Canada’s, and it’s sexy but also weird.
Re: Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 07:32:19 UTC
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL.
I was just commenting/reading about this fill on another... discussion... place... yeah.
ALKSJDLKAJSD I never quite know how to respond to your chapters. So amazingly hot. And so deep at the same time with the details and the little quirks and the things included and -not- included.
“You’re so romantic. Tell me more.”
This killed me. I started giggling incoherently. But then it was quickly stopped by the end of chapter 15. But it is different, because today Canada knows that he loves him.
Uwaaah. UET. Unresolved Emotional Tension.
Because they've already managed the sex part quite well, haven't they?
Re: Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 07:47:40 UTC
ARE WE SPEAKING OF HIM/HER? I WILL GET MY NERF GUN DIPPED IN HOLY WATER. ♥
Also. *blush* ♥
Thank you so much. I'm so glad you liked this chapter and that you're still enjoying the fill. And pfft, yes. XD UET. They are totally made of UET. UET, which will unravel due to a fucking machine. I was insane to ever take this fill what.
ReCAPTCHA says "splay agression" and... I am not impressed by your spelling skills, ReCAPTCHA. Though America is indeed splay agression.
Re: Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 08:11:43 UTC
Canada knows I love him. He’s still here. He probably loves me, too.
That, or he’s deep enough I can convince him.
Oh America, sweetheart. <3
You know, I think it's probably obvious to all (even America), but Canada's consideration for his lover is so amazingly loving and matter-of-fact. I'm not sure if it's more adorable or hot, really. Don't laugh at meeeeee, ladies, consideration for your partner is always hot. *_*
And America still thinking of it this way is amazing: America takes a deep breath, and on its end, Canada fills him completely. <3
You know, America's list of reasons for loving Canada is just -- I dunno, awesome and quirky and in-character all on its own, I guess? -- but that last reason just kills me. It's so damn funny, and part of it is that it just rings true. We love the ones we love because they're themselves and no other; he loves Canada because Canada is Canada. ♥
... I'm feeling too happy to worry about it right now or ever!, but technically I should probably feel more corrupt about reading this sentence: “Easy,” says Canada quietly, fingering more lube into his brother with an audible squelch. Damn, I love this fandom. ♥ Even though your awesome is making me not want to go to sleep, anon orz
... Anon above me, are you the one you just rec'd me "General Relativity"? <3 And can I steal the term UET, pretty please? :D?
Re: Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 08:45:28 UTC
Oh I'm a very open pervert. It's just that others are usually shy of the open-pervertedness so I'll keep it to myself. ;D *doesn't suppose anyone saw that de-annon*
Re: Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 08:57:39 UTC
Stealth!pervert? Perhaps. o/
Oh come on, who am I kidding. I de-annoned my furry shota fic. I'm no stealth anything. But no one I actually know uses livejournal, so... PERVERT AWAY~!
I'm jealous of those people who make anon accounts so they don't have to log in and out and do the "moar options" thing all the time.
Re: Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 09:03:55 UTC
Okay. I'm laughing my ass off over here at the sudden realization that "the thing" is now so well-known that everyone knows what they're talking about when it's mentioned.
Re: Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 09:08:17 UTC
I have no clue if they are against the rules or not. The rules state to stay anonymous in the spirit of the kink!meme, but I'm not sure if that applies to an anonymous account?
*scratches head*
And... er... "The Thing" is like a fucking machine. Except it's hand held, made for women, has flailing little tentacles for a stimulator, thrusts and gyrates, comes in multiple shocking fluorescent colors, and lights up like a strobe light when turned on.
Re: Wired Differently (16/?)
anonymous
April 25 2010, 09:16:12 UTC
I will investigate the rules then, I think. Or ask, maybe. But it just took five minutes to create anon account, so it might be worth it if they allow it. *shifty eyes*
Yup, that's the Thing I was thinking of! ;D I've never seen one that lights up before (What the hell, creator, is your lover's vagina a landing strip, or are you just pleasing her at a rave?), but I have seen various toys with so many functions it's mind-boggling. Add enough functions and it's eventually going to become hard to operate by yourself. Or are ladies that much better at thinking clearly during sex? I don't even know. whyamisogay
That, or he’s deep enough I can convince him.
“Easy,” says Canada quietly, fingering more lube into his brother with an audible squelch. “You’ve got to be real relaxed for this, okay? And I think… Prop your legs higher. Get your knees up in the air. Easier, that way.”
“Yeah…” America bites his lip, heat gathered low in his core. His heels can’t find purchase, but he manages to balance them against the corners of the tabletop, split wide for viewing. He reaches for his erection, but Canada beats him to it, gathering it in his slippery grasp and pulling: once, twice, a slower third as he’s distracted by the discovery of America’s prostate.
For a moment, America loses track of reality. Caught between fucking himself on Canada’s fingers and bucking into his palm, he blanks out, head lolling on the table as he pants with pleasure. “Oh god,” he’s saying, he’s saying it and he doesn’t have to be quiet anymore, “that’s-ohhfuck, fuck, I love you, love you right there-”
“Shhh.” Canada withdraws completely, lifting himself away. Blanching, America almost reaches out to follow him, but the smile Canada gives him is reassuring.
Swallowing hard, America lets his skull fall back against the table. He can hear the buzz of the sex machine, already forgotten, come closer. The sound makes his heart flutter. He’s not sure if it’s the thrill of the unknown adventure, or the fact that Canada’s the one who brought him to this point that’s doing it. He doesn’t even have the time to question it, because then Canada is back and the dildo, wet and glistening, nudges against his entrance.
America takes a deep breath, and on its end, Canada fills him completely.
“God,” says Canada, “you’re gorgeous.”
It’s too difficult to answer; whatever he’s going to say will sound incredibly stupid. Instead, America catches his bottom lip in his teeth and moans as his brother moves the toy in and out, stretching what his fingers could not. “So gorgeous,” Canada repeats, softer still. “I still don’t understand why, out of all the nations, it’s me that you’re fixed on. You could have anyone. Anyone would kill to be in my position right now.”
Love you, America wants to say, but instead he gives an unsteady gasp as the dildo buries up to the hilt. It’s just you. I dunno why. We’re part of the same landmass. We both like hockey. We’re ordained, we’re fated, we were always meant to be one in the only way left. You didn’t laugh at my porn collection.
Canada doesn’t give him the chance to answer, even in following. “I think you’re ready for the next step,” he says, and his voice goes all silk and syrup, the way it does in bed when he’s completely turned on. “What d’you think?”
“Yeah,” says America, when he can talk. “Yeah, I…”
“Tell me if it hurts,” Canada says, and America can hear the fucking machine scrape across the floor as he moves it just beneath the table. The end of the dildo shifts, the angle changing minutely as Canada fastens it back onto the end of the machine’s bar. America immediately has the strange sensation of a presence at the other end of the dildo, a bulk beyond Canada’s, and it’s sexy but also weird.
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I was just commenting/reading about this fill on another... discussion... place... yeah.
ALKSJDLKAJSD I never quite know how to respond to your chapters. So amazingly hot. And so deep at the same time with the details and the little quirks and the things included and -not- included.
“You’re so romantic. Tell me more.”
This killed me. I started giggling incoherently. But then it was quickly stopped by the end of chapter 15. But it is different, because today Canada knows that he loves him.
Uwaaah. UET. Unresolved Emotional Tension.
Because they've already managed the sex part quite well, haven't they?
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Also. *blush* ♥
Thank you so much. I'm so glad you liked this chapter and that you're still enjoying the fill. And pfft, yes. XD UET. They are totally made of UET. UET, which will unravel due to a fucking machine. I was insane to ever take this fill what.
ReCAPTCHA says "splay agression" and... I am not impressed by your spelling skills, ReCAPTCHA. Though America is indeed splay agression.
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That, or he’s deep enough I can convince him.
Oh America, sweetheart. <3
You know, I think it's probably obvious to all (even America), but Canada's consideration for his lover is so amazingly loving and matter-of-fact. I'm not sure if it's more adorable or hot, really. Don't laugh at meeeeee, ladies, consideration for your partner is always hot. *_*
And America still thinking of it this way is amazing: America takes a deep breath, and on its end, Canada fills him completely. <3
You know, America's list of reasons for loving Canada is just -- I dunno, awesome and quirky and in-character all on its own, I guess? -- but that last reason just kills me. It's so damn funny, and part of it is that it just rings true. We love the ones we love because they're themselves and no other; he loves Canada because Canada is Canada. ♥
... I'm feeling too happy to worry about it right now or ever!, but technically I should probably feel more corrupt about reading this sentence: “Easy,” says Canada quietly, fingering more lube into his brother with an audible squelch. Damn, I love this fandom. ♥ Even though your awesome is making me not want to go to sleep, anon orz
... Anon above me, are you the one you just rec'd me "General Relativity"? <3 And can I steal the term UET, pretty please? :D?
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No, I'm the third wheel of that particular conversation. I seconded the recommendation. And yes, you may. xD
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*steals your term~* <3
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I didn't see the de-anon, but that was epic timing1
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Oh come on, who am I kidding. I de-annoned my furry shota fic. I'm no stealth anything. But no one I actually know uses livejournal, so... PERVERT AWAY~!
I'm jealous of those people who make anon accounts so they don't have to log in and out and do the "moar options" thing all the time.
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... I should have thought of an anon account myself. Assuming that's not against the rules. >_>
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FFFFFFF-
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Recaptcha just gave me "the cuddles" during on a fucking machine thread wtf
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Interjecting because I really am curious - does anyone know if an anon account is against the rules? They're terribly clever.
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*scratches head*
And... er... "The Thing" is like a fucking machine. Except it's hand held, made for women, has flailing little tentacles for a stimulator, thrusts and gyrates, comes in multiple shocking fluorescent colors, and lights up like a strobe light when turned on.
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Yup, that's the Thing I was thinking of! ;D I've never seen one that lights up before (What the hell, creator, is your lover's vagina a landing strip, or are you just pleasing her at a rave?), but I have seen various toys with so many functions it's mind-boggling. Add enough functions and it's eventually going to become hard to operate by yourself. Or are ladies that much better at thinking clearly during sex? I don't even know. whyamisogay
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I was thinking along the lines of just stringing the woman using the thing up on the ceiling to provide mood lighting for the room or something.
/shot
Oooh good luck with an anon account, then! I hope it's allowed. I know I see them around.
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