Order 10b/?
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:04:49 UTC
England looked up at him then, his eyes a darker green than normal, and swallowed thickly, which made America do the same on instinct. England leaned forward to slide his free hand up America’s chest and curl it around his neck, tugging him down for another breathless kiss, this one slow and warm, England’s tongue carefully, thoroughly mapping out the inside of America’s mouth. It was almost, America thought, like an answer to his question, one without words, as England pulled America close, flush against his body, his other hand caressing the curve of America’s hip with his palm, the heel of his hand, as he brought him close. America went eagerly, still sucking on England’s tongue in his mouth, feeling warm and lightheaded as England stroked his hand down over America’s skin, the round of his ass. He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to press his lips against the side of America’s mouth. “All right?” he whispered hoarsely.
“Mm-mmhm,” American answered unevenly, warm all over, and it wasn’t like England wasn’t on top sometimes, but for some reason his insides were all knotted up and liquidy at this, his stomach doing cartwheels. It wasn’t unpleasant, far from it, but he did feel more than a little dizzy.
“Mmm,” England said, and kissed him again, and his fingers slipped down between the cheeks of America’s ass, one slick finger circling the opening there. America gasped, and England just kissed him, gently, coaxing his mouth open, drawing America’s tongue into the kiss as he pushed the finger into him. They were so close together already, flush together all along their bodies, England’s knees framing America’s hips, their tongues twisting together, America’s hand tangling in England’s hair as he kissed him back just as deeply, and now they were even more intimately connected. America gasped again, the lightheaded feeling, warm and dizzy and almost bubbly, all through him now, even as England pushed his finger in a bit further and America began to feel slightly stretched. He curled his other arm more tightly around England’s waist, only to have England nudge America’s hips closer into him with his own knees and linked his heels over the backs of America’s thighs, the hand around the nape of America’s neck skimming down over his back. America relaxed into the hold, unable to help himself from rubbing his arousal slightly against England’s chest. He could feel England’s smile against his lips. He kept at it, then, pleasure coiling in his groin even as England slid his finger further into him, searching and stretching, then stiffened, feeling his back flex as pleasure exploded within him from that pressure inside. England’s finger returned to the same spot, slid over it again, and America moaned, letting his head drop to England’s shoulder as he gasped for breath. “Mmm,” England said again, and pressed on that spot once more. America’s answering moan sounded ragged even to his own ears, and he tugged England even closer with both arms around him. England slid his finger nearly out of him, then back in, hitting that spot again, and America gasped. His arms tightened.
“Oh, god, England, yes, right there,” he babbled into the skin of England’s shoulder, “please, right there, so good . . .”
“Widen up a bit, then,” England said, nudging America’s legs more widely apart with his own. America shifted his knees further apart willingly, and England made a soft noise, then pulled his finger nearly out entirely, adding another as he slid it back in.
America heard himself gasp, his breath hitch a bit, then felt his muscles relaxing, the pleasure overriding any discomfort entirely. “So good,” he mumbled again.
“Mm-mmhm,” American answered unevenly, warm all over, and it wasn’t like England wasn’t on top sometimes, but for some reason his insides were all knotted up and liquidy at this, his stomach doing cartwheels. It wasn’t unpleasant, far from it, but he did feel more than a little dizzy.
“Mmm,” England said, and kissed him again, and his fingers slipped down between the cheeks of America’s ass, one slick finger circling the opening there. America gasped, and England just kissed him, gently, coaxing his mouth open, drawing America’s tongue into the kiss as he pushed the finger into him. They were so close together already, flush together all along their bodies, England’s knees framing America’s hips, their tongues twisting together, America’s hand tangling in England’s hair as he kissed him back just as deeply, and now they were even more intimately connected. America gasped again, the lightheaded feeling, warm and dizzy and almost bubbly, all through him now, even as England pushed his finger in a bit further and America began to feel slightly stretched. He curled his other arm more tightly around England’s waist, only to have England nudge America’s hips closer into him with his own knees and linked his heels over the backs of America’s thighs, the hand around the nape of America’s neck skimming down over his back. America relaxed into the hold, unable to help himself from rubbing his arousal slightly against England’s chest. He could feel England’s smile against his lips. He kept at it, then, pleasure coiling in his groin even as England slid his finger further into him, searching and stretching, then stiffened, feeling his back flex as pleasure exploded within him from that pressure inside. England’s finger returned to the same spot, slid over it again, and America moaned, letting his head drop to England’s shoulder as he gasped for breath. “Mmm,” England said again, and pressed on that spot once more. America’s answering moan sounded ragged even to his own ears, and he tugged England even closer with both arms around him. England slid his finger nearly out of him, then back in, hitting that spot again, and America gasped. His arms tightened.
“Oh, god, England, yes, right there,” he babbled into the skin of England’s shoulder, “please, right there, so good . . .”
“Widen up a bit, then,” England said, nudging America’s legs more widely apart with his own. America shifted his knees further apart willingly, and England made a soft noise, then pulled his finger nearly out entirely, adding another as he slid it back in.
America heard himself gasp, his breath hitch a bit, then felt his muscles relaxing, the pleasure overriding any discomfort entirely. “So good,” he mumbled again.
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