[Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (7/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 06:38:20 UTC
“And then?” he asked, despite himself.
“And then wot?” England whispered.
“What would you do once you sucked me off?”
“And who says that I’ve finished with that?” England whispered. “My hands grazing over your thighs to hold you down, taking all of you into my mouth until you begged for mercy. Can you imagine it, America? My tongue, my lips, my mouth…”
“G-god,” America moaned.
“First the head, and then slowly moving down until it’s all tucked away,” England drawled.
There was no denying the bulge now. But America didn’t want to give in. His free hand pressed against his stomach, slipping underneath his shirt and pushing it up, fingers graving over his skin, swirling around his belly-button idly, following the trail of hair downwards before stopping before his belt. His hand danced away and he resisted the urge to just push his hand underneath his pants, jerk off, and be done with it. He wanted to hear what England had to say.
“You think about me, huh?” America asked, pressing the phone so close to his ear that it was beginning to ache.
England was quiet a moment, and then he said, quietly, “Yes.”
“What do I do?”
America stared down at his boner with all the zen of a monk, he thought. He didn’t want to touch himself. There was no way he wanted to get off to the sound of England’s voice. He was talking to the drunk fool simply out of pity, not desire.
“Hm?” England hummed, his voice a gentle murmur on the phone line.
“What do I do when you imagine me?” America asked, tearing his eyes away from his crotch and staring with renewed determination at the ceiling.
England chuckled, low and husky, into the receiver. America bit his lip and arched his back slightly, just managing to swallow back the small whimper as those soft chuckles did horribly dirty things to him. England didn’t speak right away, but America could hear him breathing on the other end. America closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder. One hand still pressed against his stomach, his free hand now went to run through his hair, pushing the blond hair away from his forehead idly.
[Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (8/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 06:38:48 UTC
“I imagine you saying my name,” England said, voice soft.
“That’s it?” America asked, feeling as if he’d been denied something juicy. He squinted up at the ceiling, hand on his forehead. “Really?”
“Say it now,” England suggested.
America thought this over, stared at his boner some more, and then licked his lips. He shifted to make himself more comfortable on the bed, stretching out and toeing off his socks idly. He squeezed his toes into the blankets, curling and collecting himself.
When he spoke, his voice sounded dry, but by no means unwilling.
“England,” he whispered.
“Just like that,” England admitted, voice hushed.
America straightened out his back again, not able to resist the small smile that drifted over his face. He said, softer this time, but his voice deeper and lower, “Oh, England…”
England didn’t respond, but America heard him choke back a small groan. America grinned, face red.
“And I say that while you’re running hands over your chest, over your hips…” England murmured.
“Yeah,” America moaned, legitimately moaned that time, the hand on his stomach drifting up his chest, under his shirt. He pulled his shirt up, watching his fingers tracing along the lines of his ribs and then back down over his belly. “England…”
“And you say unspeakably dirty things to me,” England continued, “Encouraging me on. Stroking my ego.”
“Among other things, huh?” America asked, still grinning, though his breath came out a bit quicker now, his voice breathless still.
“Indeed.”
“So, that’s what you would do if you were in the room with me? Let me touch myself?” America asked and wondered how it’d come to this.
[Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (9/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 06:39:18 UTC
“Oh no, luv,” England drawled and America shivered at the promise heavy in his voice, beneath the whispered lust. “I’d remove your clothing, I’d suck you off until you were sobbing from pleasure. And I wouldn’t stop until you were unable to speak a single, coherent word.”
“Yeah?” America moaned, “Tell me more.”
“If given the chance, America, I would never stop fucking you,” England murmured.
“Yes,” America hissed, clenching his eyes shut. His hands fumbled for his pants, undoing the belt with shaking hands. “And?”
“I’d make you feel things you never felt before, with anyone, anywhere. I’d fuck you and I’d fill you and I’d leave you begging for more.”
His belt was off now and with his hands shaking and struggling to keep the phone pressed to his ear so he wouldn’t lose a single syllable of England’s carefully drawled words. Pants free, he stuffed a hand into his pants and fisted himself, pumping his stiff cock and just managing to muffle his quiet cry.
“England…”
“Just like that,” England agreed. He was quiet a moment, save for his breathing, and America focused on the sound, pumping his cock stiffly, hand stumbling, wishing that it wasn’t his hand. He heard England chuckle as America just barely managed to stifle a moan. “Are you touching yourself now, America?”
“Fuck,” America gasped as his thumb stroked along the thick vein in his cock. “Maybe?”
“Do you like what I’m saying?” England murmured.
“Yes,” America admitted, quietly. He bit at his lip as the speed of his hand increased.
“Imagine it’s me touching you, America,” England whispered, encouraging, voice throaty and hoarse in his ear, as if England was right there, whispering to him in that damned sexy voice of his. “Imagine it’s my hand running up and down you, twisting and turning and perhaps even sucking, if you could keep from thrusting up and choking me.”
“God-”
“God has nothing to do with it, America. The pleasure you’re feeling is all because of me.”
America arched up, feeling his toes curl. His glasses were askew.
“My hands and my mouth on you… can you just picture it?” England murmured in his ear.
“Yes,” America sobbed out, feeling his body begin to tense up.
[Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (10/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 06:40:06 UTC
There was a smug silence.
“Are you coming, America?” England drawled.
“Ye-esss,” America sobbed out, breath hitching halfway through the guttural cry. His body spasmed and the warm ribbons of cum spilled over his hand and stomach.
He panted into the phone, his mouth pressed up against his cell phone, glasses still knocked askew, his eyes clenched shut as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, body spasming slightly and his words failing him as he panted breathlessly into the phone, just barely hearing England’s soft gasps through the phone on the other end.
“S-so what are the chances I can get you over here to do all that?” America asked, panting, staring down at his dirty hand once he regained some control of his senses.
There was a pause and America almost feared that England had finally passed out from the alcohol. And then England’s voice rang out low, calm, and clear, “Call me once you’ve gotten yourself cleaned up, boy.”
And then the bastard hung up on him. America stayed in silent shock, mouth agape, phone tucked up against his ear. He panted, chest heaving. And then he blinked a few times, pulled the phone away from his ear to confirm that, yes, England had hung up on him. It took a few other moments until America could calm down enough to function and think properly. And then he was scurrying off the bed and to the bathroom, stumbling over his pants, to clean himself up and call England all over again.
Re: [Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (10/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 08:51:06 UTC
Hottest. Phone Sex. Ever.
In the history of Fandom.
Period.
S-sequel? I-if your phone sex is this hot, I'm dying to see how you write sex that's not between two parties a couple thousand miles away. If it's anything like I imagine it to be, I may just have to build a shrine and dedicate it to you.
Re: [Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (10/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 16:43:09 UTC
Holy hell, that was amazing. Honestly, I loved your characterizations. America talking about the game he was playing, ridin' ponies (and shit) gave me a good laugh. The way you wrote America especially, it was just so good.
And oh England, oooh England. You silly bugger, you! If ever there was a sequel to any fic ever, I would hope it to be this one.
“And then wot?” England whispered.
“What would you do once you sucked me off?”
“And who says that I’ve finished with that?” England whispered. “My hands grazing over your thighs to hold you down, taking all of you into my mouth until you begged for mercy. Can you imagine it, America? My tongue, my lips, my mouth…”
“G-god,” America moaned.
“First the head, and then slowly moving down until it’s all tucked away,” England drawled.
There was no denying the bulge now. But America didn’t want to give in. His free hand pressed against his stomach, slipping underneath his shirt and pushing it up, fingers graving over his skin, swirling around his belly-button idly, following the trail of hair downwards before stopping before his belt. His hand danced away and he resisted the urge to just push his hand underneath his pants, jerk off, and be done with it. He wanted to hear what England had to say.
“You think about me, huh?” America asked, pressing the phone so close to his ear that it was beginning to ache.
England was quiet a moment, and then he said, quietly, “Yes.”
“What do I do?”
America stared down at his boner with all the zen of a monk, he thought. He didn’t want to touch himself. There was no way he wanted to get off to the sound of England’s voice. He was talking to the drunk fool simply out of pity, not desire.
“Hm?” England hummed, his voice a gentle murmur on the phone line.
“What do I do when you imagine me?” America asked, tearing his eyes away from his crotch and staring with renewed determination at the ceiling.
England chuckled, low and husky, into the receiver. America bit his lip and arched his back slightly, just managing to swallow back the small whimper as those soft chuckles did horribly dirty things to him. England didn’t speak right away, but America could hear him breathing on the other end. America closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side, cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder. One hand still pressed against his stomach, his free hand now went to run through his hair, pushing the blond hair away from his forehead idly.
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“That’s it?” America asked, feeling as if he’d been denied something juicy. He squinted up at the ceiling, hand on his forehead. “Really?”
“Say it now,” England suggested.
America thought this over, stared at his boner some more, and then licked his lips. He shifted to make himself more comfortable on the bed, stretching out and toeing off his socks idly. He squeezed his toes into the blankets, curling and collecting himself.
When he spoke, his voice sounded dry, but by no means unwilling.
“England,” he whispered.
“Just like that,” England admitted, voice hushed.
America straightened out his back again, not able to resist the small smile that drifted over his face. He said, softer this time, but his voice deeper and lower, “Oh, England…”
England didn’t respond, but America heard him choke back a small groan. America grinned, face red.
“And I say that while you’re running hands over your chest, over your hips…” England murmured.
“Yeah,” America moaned, legitimately moaned that time, the hand on his stomach drifting up his chest, under his shirt. He pulled his shirt up, watching his fingers tracing along the lines of his ribs and then back down over his belly. “England…”
“And you say unspeakably dirty things to me,” England continued, “Encouraging me on. Stroking my ego.”
“Among other things, huh?” America asked, still grinning, though his breath came out a bit quicker now, his voice breathless still.
“Indeed.”
“So, that’s what you would do if you were in the room with me? Let me touch myself?” America asked and wondered how it’d come to this.
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“Yeah?” America moaned, “Tell me more.”
“If given the chance, America, I would never stop fucking you,” England murmured.
“Yes,” America hissed, clenching his eyes shut. His hands fumbled for his pants, undoing the belt with shaking hands. “And?”
“I’d make you feel things you never felt before, with anyone, anywhere. I’d fuck you and I’d fill you and I’d leave you begging for more.”
His belt was off now and with his hands shaking and struggling to keep the phone pressed to his ear so he wouldn’t lose a single syllable of England’s carefully drawled words. Pants free, he stuffed a hand into his pants and fisted himself, pumping his stiff cock and just managing to muffle his quiet cry.
“England…”
“Just like that,” England agreed. He was quiet a moment, save for his breathing, and America focused on the sound, pumping his cock stiffly, hand stumbling, wishing that it wasn’t his hand. He heard England chuckle as America just barely managed to stifle a moan. “Are you touching yourself now, America?”
“Fuck,” America gasped as his thumb stroked along the thick vein in his cock. “Maybe?”
“Do you like what I’m saying?” England murmured.
“Yes,” America admitted, quietly. He bit at his lip as the speed of his hand increased.
“Imagine it’s me touching you, America,” England whispered, encouraging, voice throaty and hoarse in his ear, as if England was right there, whispering to him in that damned sexy voice of his. “Imagine it’s my hand running up and down you, twisting and turning and perhaps even sucking, if you could keep from thrusting up and choking me.”
“God-”
“God has nothing to do with it, America. The pleasure you’re feeling is all because of me.”
America arched up, feeling his toes curl. His glasses were askew.
“My hands and my mouth on you… can you just picture it?” England murmured in his ear.
“Yes,” America sobbed out, feeling his body begin to tense up.
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“Are you coming, America?” England drawled.
“Ye-esss,” America sobbed out, breath hitching halfway through the guttural cry. His body spasmed and the warm ribbons of cum spilled over his hand and stomach.
He panted into the phone, his mouth pressed up against his cell phone, glasses still knocked askew, his eyes clenched shut as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, body spasming slightly and his words failing him as he panted breathlessly into the phone, just barely hearing England’s soft gasps through the phone on the other end.
“S-so what are the chances I can get you over here to do all that?” America asked, panting, staring down at his dirty hand once he regained some control of his senses.
There was a pause and America almost feared that England had finally passed out from the alcohol. And then England’s voice rang out low, calm, and clear, “Call me once you’ve gotten yourself cleaned up, boy.”
And then the bastard hung up on him. America stayed in silent shock, mouth agape, phone tucked up against his ear. He panted, chest heaving. And then he blinked a few times, pulled the phone away from his ear to confirm that, yes, England had hung up on him. It took a few other moments until America could calm down enough to function and think properly. And then he was scurrying off the bed and to the bathroom, stumbling over his pants, to clean himself up and call England all over again.
(reCAPTCHA says "for climax". How fitting.)
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In the history of Fandom.
Period.
S-sequel? I-if your phone sex is this hot, I'm dying to see how you write sex that's not between two parties a couple thousand miles away. If it's anything like I imagine it to be, I may just have to build a shrine and dedicate it to you.
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I-Is it possible to have a sequel? *__*
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*gasps for air* that was... that was so hot... GAH
There must be a sequel to this *A*
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This was delicious.
Smug England is mighty fine.
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Holy mother of god anon, this has to be one of the HOTTEST things I've ever read on here. Just....guh
*melts*
hey. hey. hey. Sequel? PLEASE? With England carrying out all of his promises
>///< *cleaning up nosebleed*
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And oh England, oooh England. You silly bugger, you! If ever there was a sequel to any fic ever, I would hope it to be this one.
Fantastic fill, great job! ♥
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Both of them were spot on, and damn was that the hottest phone sex in the history of phone sex. ♥
reCAPTCHA: cougar were Pffff~
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and its actually realistic too, omg.
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Throwing in my vote for a sequel?
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Love the accent, love the smug, love the "boy."
You're the best, and I'm thirding for a sequel ; ;
"manacled the." Thanks for the suggestion, recaptcha
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Loved the accent. Is there anything hotter than an English accent? I don't think so.
Amazing phone sex!
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