Tonight part 7/7
anonymous
July 18 2010, 20:32:01 UTC
England tossed his head back and mewled and it was at that point France lost it completely.
Mind blank, he thrust wildly, eyes unseeing as he pounded into England. The two moved at a feverish pace with England writhing and moaning between them. “Hot… you’re so hot,” Prussia repeated under his breath, voice raw with want.
England was the first to come.
Lips parting in a soundless cry, England slumped back against Prussia, chest rising and falling rapidly.
France hissed a curse as he felt England’s muscles flutter around him and with several sharp thrusts he followed England over the edge and came as well, heat rushing through him and out. It was a few moments later that he became aware of Spain’s fingers dancing lightly up his sides and the sticky liquid dripping down onto his thighs. Prussia had his head thrown back and from the heavy way he was breathing and the trails of liquid slipping free from England’s entrance, France knew he had come as well.
The four were silent for a long minute, all of them struggling to catch their breath and none of them willing to move and break the peace of the moment. Finally, Prussia sighed and shifted back, pulling out of England with a slight hitch of breath. “That was fucking hot,” he said, voice more breath than anything. He slid slowly off the couch and stretched out his arms as he tucked himself back into his jeans, not bothering to zip them up. “I’m gonna crash then,” he muttered, wandering off towards the bedroom.
Spain chuckled softly and wiped his hand clean on his pants, not really caring at the moment of possible stains. “Me too, that tired me out,” he chirped, standing up and wiggling the rest of the way out of his clothes as he followed after Prussia, cocking his head to glance back at France and England. “Coming?”
France glanced down at England and smiled slightly. England was leaning heavily against him, legs sprawled about his waist, his head tucked into the crook of his neck. “I don’t think Arthur will be able to walk right now,” he mused before getting up carefully and sliding his arms around England, cradling him against his chest.
Spain laughed softly and turned into Prussia’s bedroom with a yawn. “Bring him in then,” he called, voice faint.
Moving slowly, France carried the passed out nation in his arms to the bedroom, remarking under his breath that England was much heavier than he looked. “Must be all that trash you eat, oui?” He patted England’s cheek and smothered a laugh when England sighed softly and shifted to get closer.
When he entered Prussia’s room he found that the two had already sprawled themselves out on the double bed, lying half on top of each other with their limbs hanging ungracefully off the sides of the bed.
“You two… really,” France tsked as he deposited England on the mattress and shimmied out of his clothes, feeling uncomfortably sweaty and sticky in them.
Once completely bare, France curled up on the bed, somehow managing to fit himself comfortably enough between the three.
“Think he’ll throw a fit when he wakes up in the morning?” Prussia asked after a moment of quiet.
Spain hummed. “Ah, his hangover will be too great for him to get mad.”
“I bet he’ll get pissy at us anyway.”
“I bet not.”
France smiled and brushed his fingers through England’s damp hair. “I really do not think he was that drunk. At least he wasn’t once things started to… get interesting.”
“You think so?” Spain asked, propping himself up on his elbows and peering down at England.
France shook his head. “I think… I think we can expect another night like this in the future, hm?”
Re: Tonight part 7/7
anonymous
July 19 2010, 02:25:38 UTC
This was fucking sexy, as Prussia would say, and everybody was wonderfully IC. Spain was lazily sensual, and Prussia so amusing with his crude expressions and raw sexuality, and Iggy so sinfully hot, god. And France getting off on veyeurism, of course, I love him so muchXD. Everybody was perfect, author!anon. I like the mix of tenderness and roughness coming off the foursome here. There was also a special intensity between France and England (or maybe that was my FrUK googles showing. xD), so at times it felt like they were allowing themselves to do this with each other because there were others present. The ending was very sweet! I wouldn't mind a 'Morning after' or 'another night like this' sequel ;)
Re: Tonight part 7/7
anonymous
July 19 2010, 03:40:10 UTC
No need to apologize for this awesome hotness being too long; somehow, I'm pretty sure you've left everyone who read this wanting more. XD So damn hot. ♥
AUTHORNON, LET'S GET MARRIED MARRIED MARRIED *shot*
Really, I actually squealed out loud when I saw someone had filled this! And it did not disappoint. This is EVERYTHING I wanted and more!! You got the dynamic between them absolutely perfect, your England was so damn sexy and just what I wanted, the trio were DAMN good at what they did, and the smut...oh God, the smut. You, authornon, have a true gift for writing incredibly sexy and delicious smut and I could read it all day~ <33 In fact, I plan to re-read it several times and have beautiful X-rated dreams tonight based on your fill <3
Also, there is NO such thing as 'too long'. I love you for writing so much!
Re: Tonight part 7/7
anonymous
July 20 2010, 15:24:34 UTC
*fans herself*
Oh beautiful anon!writer, that was damn hot and perfect and NEEDS A MORNING AFTER-SEQUEL NOW NOW NOW!! GO GO GO!
Your seduction-mode!Arthur was fantastic, I just melted every time his green eyes and red lips were mentioned!! *swoons* Oh the moon-pale skin! *babbles*
The sexy sex scene was sexy, sexy sexy sexy yes yes yes. Arthur SO sobered up when Prussia got behind him LOL
Francis and his eternal repressed feelings for Arthur will kill me one day.
PLEASE ANOTHER FILL AUTHOR!ANON!
captcha: troublesome Trotta...I am a troublesome demanding reader, but it's for the sake of our kinks, I swear!
Mind blank, he thrust wildly, eyes unseeing as he pounded into England. The two moved at a feverish pace with England writhing and moaning between them. “Hot… you’re so hot,” Prussia repeated under his breath, voice raw with want.
England was the first to come.
Lips parting in a soundless cry, England slumped back against Prussia, chest rising and falling rapidly.
France hissed a curse as he felt England’s muscles flutter around him and with several sharp thrusts he followed England over the edge and came as well, heat rushing through him and out. It was a few moments later that he became aware of Spain’s fingers dancing lightly up his sides and the sticky liquid dripping down onto his thighs. Prussia had his head thrown back and from the heavy way he was breathing and the trails of liquid slipping free from England’s entrance, France knew he had come as well.
The four were silent for a long minute, all of them struggling to catch their breath and none of them willing to move and break the peace of the moment. Finally, Prussia sighed and shifted back, pulling out of England with a slight hitch of breath. “That was fucking hot,” he said, voice more breath than anything. He slid slowly off the couch and stretched out his arms as he tucked himself back into his jeans, not bothering to zip them up. “I’m gonna crash then,” he muttered, wandering off towards the bedroom.
Spain chuckled softly and wiped his hand clean on his pants, not really caring at the moment of possible stains. “Me too, that tired me out,” he chirped, standing up and wiggling the rest of the way out of his clothes as he followed after Prussia, cocking his head to glance back at France and England. “Coming?”
France glanced down at England and smiled slightly. England was leaning heavily against him, legs sprawled about his waist, his head tucked into the crook of his neck. “I don’t think Arthur will be able to walk right now,” he mused before getting up carefully and sliding his arms around England, cradling him against his chest.
Spain laughed softly and turned into Prussia’s bedroom with a yawn. “Bring him in then,” he called, voice faint.
Moving slowly, France carried the passed out nation in his arms to the bedroom, remarking under his breath that England was much heavier than he looked. “Must be all that trash you eat, oui?” He patted England’s cheek and smothered a laugh when England sighed softly and shifted to get closer.
When he entered Prussia’s room he found that the two had already sprawled themselves out on the double bed, lying half on top of each other with their limbs hanging ungracefully off the sides of the bed.
“You two… really,” France tsked as he deposited England on the mattress and shimmied out of his clothes, feeling uncomfortably sweaty and sticky in them.
Once completely bare, France curled up on the bed, somehow managing to fit himself comfortably enough between the three.
“Think he’ll throw a fit when he wakes up in the morning?” Prussia asked after a moment of quiet.
Spain hummed. “Ah, his hangover will be too great for him to get mad.”
“I bet he’ll get pissy at us anyway.”
“I bet not.”
France smiled and brushed his fingers through England’s damp hair. “I really do not think he was that drunk. At least he wasn’t once things started to… get interesting.”
“You think so?” Spain asked, propping himself up on his elbows and peering down at England.
France shook his head. “I think… I think we can expect another night like this in the future, hm?”
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sorry that was long...
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Dammit, anon, this was one sexy fill. ...If you ever write these guys again, I would certainly not object!!
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Really, I actually squealed out loud when I saw someone had filled this! And it did not disappoint. This is EVERYTHING I wanted and more!! You got the dynamic between them absolutely perfect, your England was so damn sexy and just what I wanted, the trio were DAMN good at what they did, and the smut...oh God, the smut. You, authornon, have a true gift for writing incredibly sexy and delicious smut and I could read it all day~ <33 In fact, I plan to re-read it several times and have beautiful X-rated dreams tonight based on your fill <3
Also, there is NO such thing as 'too long'. I love you for writing so much!
TL;DR - I love you authornon. Have my babies.
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Oh beautiful anon!writer, that was damn hot and perfect and NEEDS A MORNING AFTER-SEQUEL NOW NOW NOW!! GO GO GO!
Your seduction-mode!Arthur was fantastic, I just melted every time his green eyes and red lips were mentioned!! *swoons* Oh the moon-pale skin! *babbles*
The sexy sex scene was sexy, sexy sexy sexy yes yes yes. Arthur SO sobered up when Prussia got behind him LOL
Francis and his eternal repressed feelings for Arthur will kill me one day.
PLEASE ANOTHER FILL AUTHOR!ANON!
captcha: troublesome Trotta...I am a troublesome demanding reader, but it's for the sake of our kinks, I swear!
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so hot.
captcha: Byzantium upraising- Turkey is apparently turned on. Istanbul~
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