V-Day (2a/15)
anonymous
September 25 2010, 23:13:49 UTC
Sorry for taking so long! Also, my Greece is a fail. It's so hard for me to write him!
America was a big boy. Everywhere, he liked to think, even though Canada was bigger.
For a Caucasian male of his awesome height and weight, the effects of 2.25 square centimeters of chocolate containing an estimated 2 grams of aphrodisiac (but who knows for sure, France just kind of slopped it in) would have been both insignificant and slow in coming. Especially since it was taken on a very full stomach. Expected symptoms for America (and other tall, heavy males) would include a mild flush/fever, mild sensitivity to touch, and heightened awareness of released pheromones. Hardly the recipe for a sex-crazed maniac. Yes, it would seem that France had greatly overestimated the ‘delicious result’ of a single square of chocolate.
America, however, had five. He would have had six, but Canada had been forgotten (yet again), and therefore could not have his stolen appropriated from him.
Greece found America in the conference room long after everyone else had left - toes bared and curled over the sides of the chair, a pleasant pink flush trickling over his normally-brazen face, hips rutting harshly, desperately against his clenched fist.
His mouth was open, lips bitten to swelling and shiny with saliva. “Ahnnn…E-England is tha- ah…”
“No.” Greece said pleasantly. “I’m looking for my cat. Have you seen it?”
Immediately there was a mortified squawk, and America scrambled to find something, anything to cover himself with. But his pants had been thrown clear across the room, and his shirt was still half-buttoned, and dear God why was Greece still staring?
America settled for grabbing a stack of papers off the table (sorry, Germany) and covering his blushing, leaking, throbbingly erect crotch with them. “I wasn’t- I mean, well, I was but…”
Greece looked under a conference table.
“I guess you could b-but I wouldn’t…it wasn’t like I…” America began to squirm again, the need to touch his cock nownowNOW jarring the edges of his consciousness, making him lose focus.
“Too far gone?”
“What?” America squeaked declared awesomely.
“Maybe Corporal Cat is too far gone.” Greece shook his head. “He’ll come back when he feels like it, I suppose. Αντίο Sorry for interrupting.”
“W-wait!” With an awkward sprint, America sprang across the room and grasped Greece’s sleeve. The blonde nation, running with a raging erection, was so clumsy and slow that if Greece hadn’t been…Greece, he could have easily evaded America’s grasp. Once America did get a hold of his shirt, however, Greece found that he could not tug it away. Not that he tried very hard, America had super strength, after all, and Greece did actually like this shirt.
The island nation smiled quizzically. How strange, the blonde was panting, flushed and trembling, smelling like a female in heat. There was a glazed look in his blue eyes, a confused hunger as he leaned forward, mumbling, “Not England…but whatever.” and crushed their lips together.
Mildly surprised, Greece barely managed a half-grunt of protest as he was slammed into the wall, a very heavy America pressing and rubbing against him, tonguing at his lips (cheeks, chin) with more desperation than finesse. Amused, Greece opened his mouth and invited America in, attempting to enjoy the kiss even though it was all tongues and teeth. The boy was rutting at him, Greece felt a hardness slide frantically against the 'v' of his pelvis.
He’s gonna hurt himself, The Greek nation thought with a lazy sigh. The brunette's jeans (buckle, belt) would not be kind to bare skin.
Expertly, Greece took control of the kiss and ended it, pulling away from America’s mouth with a wet suctioning sound, pushing against the blonde nation’s bare hips firmly. The blonde nation whined, panting slightly. He didn't even seem to notice that his erection had been rubbed raw on Greece's denim.
The island nation smiled and patted America’s shoulder gently, trying not to pity him too much. “Now, now. That was…nice, but I must be going.”
A WILD OP HAS APPEARED
anonymous
September 26 2010, 04:19:54 UTC
FFF AMERICA, OH YOU. THINK ABOUT FLORIDA AFTER THE FRANTIC RUTTING AGAINST DENIM ;3;
OH GREECE <333 I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR GREECE, WONDERFUL ANON <333
I SHALL WAIT WITH BATED BREATHS FOR THE CAT EARS, MEOWING FETISH, AND THE REST OF THEM. *CAMPS*
(as for crack!pairing suggestion, I read the comments above and liking very much the thought of England/Turkey. And how about Romano/France idea that I got from another fill? Where Romano was all drunk and PIMP and France is his bitch LOL that got me snickering for days. And because I'm limiting myself to 3 pairing suggestions, I propose an Australia/Denmark smut with extra booze on the side, and maybe some exhibitionism involved 89 *rubs chin* I hope my suggestions are not limiting your writing! They are, well, only suggestions after all. *prepares an inception not so secretly*)
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anonymous
September 26 2010, 06:44:40 UTC
there are some France/Turkey or Turkey/France fills in the earlier parts. And they're all wonderful and sinfully hot. RAWR <3 I applaud you for your suggestion, anon /hearts
I guess it's up to author!anon to decide which pairings will be chosen... but I totally don't mind whatever she (I assume AA is a she) chooses because, hell, never thought of Greece/America before and it's awesome XD!
V-Day (2b/15)
anonymous
September 26 2010, 11:50:41 UTC
I'll try to make an author's note with the couples I've chosen (so far) after this fill. Also, reading back over 2a made me want to cry. You could tell I typed it up at 2 AM
Not trusting his voice, America shook his head desperately in reply. All he knew was that he wanted, needed to- “W-why?” He growled, trying to sound sexy and in-control and not at all crazed with need. His knees were shaking. He tried to make them stop.
“Hm. Well…” Greece trailed off, gesturing emptily. “You’re quite nice, but, how you say? Not my type.”
“I’m a hero!”
“You’re a top. And I don’t bottom.” Quite, it wasn’t quite that, but Greece’s preferences did run towards…slender, dark, slitted eyes and small smiles. America was far too bright, too loud, too large, and too ungraceful. Nothing at all like a cat. Greece attempted to push away from the wall, again. “Now, will you let me go?”
America seemed too far gone to reply, pressing himself against Greece with a moan. There was heat and slick sweat between them, as Greece suppressed a sigh, letting the blonde nation suck at his neck and paw him clumsily.
Well, perhaps America would understand better if Greece demonstrated a little bit. The island nation hummed low in his throat as he slid his palms down America’s lean back, the dip of his spine, to the sweet curve of his ass. It’s rather nice Greece mused, running his nails lightly across the pale skin. What a pity.
America’s eyes widened behind his wire glasses. They were crooked and digging into Greece’s collarbone. With one hand he slid them off of America’s sweaty nose, with the other, he began fingering the blonde nation’s damp cleft, one long digit circling around his tight pucker.
Greece tried to smile lewdly, but it came out gentle, as always. Scared away, now?
But then, America arched, shuddering with surprise and meowed.
Actually, it was half-way between a protest and a moan, sounding a bit like, “Mehnnow…mmrhoo…” America's feet skittered on the tiled floors as he rose to his toes, pressing into Greece and away from the strange sensation of intrusion.
What the…? Heart beating just a bit faster, Greece repeated the action, a bit firmer as he pressed his fingertips against the sensitive flesh of America’s entrance.
“M-merrrrow-S-stop- mmhnnn” The blonde clenched his teeth, a bit too late. The damage had already been done.
Greece smiled. This time, it showed his teeth. With a tight twist, he changed their positions, so that America was the one pinned to the wall. “Actually,” The brunette drawled, breathless. “Maybe I can try you after all.”
“W-why are ah- ahmmm you…” It’s supposed to be the other way around, h-he was the hero! America flinched as Greece’s large hands slid over his ass, squeezing and kneading at the tanned flesh, milking out soft, embarrassing sounds from somewhere America had always thought he hid so well.
This could not go on. With a valiant struggle, America attempted to win his seme position back, again - pushing away from the wall violently and making a grab for Greece’s hands.
The laid-back nation could be very agile when he wished, however, and skillfully evaded America’s grasp, putting his hands on the one place he knew could flip the blonde like a switch.
His cock.
When Greece gave a leisurely stroke along America’s length, ending with a light pinch at the blonde’s cockhead, all struggles immediately ceased immediately.
“Nnnngh…m-mmm-“ America slumped against the wall as waves of pleasure cut so sharply that it made his thighs tremble. Every touch felt magnified to the point that it almost hurt and the blonde couldn’t quite decide whether to pull away or lean into Greece’s caresses.
“More,” The wavy-haired brunette murmured, now fully aroused himself. America’s unexpectedly sweet voice - the pitch-perfect tone, the slight lilt at the end, the very fact that he was meowing - made Greece’s cock throb heavily whenever he heard-
V-Day (2c/15)
anonymous
September 26 2010, 14:03:41 UTC
OH GOD THE TYPOS...IGNORE! Also, America becomes more and more OOC *sigh* Blame it on the aphrodisiac and not my fail!writing, pwease.
There it was. Greece gave a small moan himself, at the sight. America, wearing nothing but an unbuttoned shirt, writhing against the wall with a vulnerable flush on his face, unable to do anything but receive pleasure. He was completely incoherent, unspooled like a ball of yarn, a shiny line of saliva escaping the corner of one mouth. Greece leaned forward and licked it.
“Mm…p-please…” The blonde panted, tears at the corners of his eyes. “’m s-scared…you sure I can’t-”
“I won’t hurt you,” Greece unbuckled his jeans slowly. Even when his hands were off of America, the blonde squirmed impatiently, torn between fear and eagerness. His hesitancy was so adorable it made Greece’s heart stutter, made him want to eat the boy right up…
“T-take too damn long-” America tried to palm his own erection but was stopped by a firm grip on the wrist. Greece didn’t even bother stripping off his tight jeans all the way, allowing them to pool at his ankles carelessly.
“You can press against me, now,” He slid gentle fingers through America’s hair, pulling their bodies flush, together.
America whimpered when his cock - tender from the aphrodisiac and the earlier rutting - slid against the smooth skin of Greece’s torso. The sensation was so overwhelming that he came right then, releasing with a soft cry between their melded stomachs.
Greece jerked back in surprise as a stray spray of cum hit his cheek.
“S-sorry!” America was mortified, still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “I’m not that quick, normally, I-I don’t…”
His next thought was silenced as Greece dragged a thumb across his own cheek, picking up the stray drip of cum and bringing it to his mouth. His tongue swirled lazily across the digit as he hummed in approval of the taste.
America’s mouth went dry.
Without a word, Greece returned to kneading America’s ass, tongue lapping at the side of his neck. The sweetness of his acceptance made the blonde nation tear up again. D-dammit, there was something wrong with him…
Greece twisted his fingers in the slick liquid between their bodies, coating them liberally before reaching back to lightly press against America’s entrance, again.
“Mhnnn…mrrrrrrrow…” America’s face flamed as he tried to twist away from the strange sensation. But this time, instead of struggling violently, his arms found their way around Greece’s shoulders, clinging tightly as the blonde buried his face in the island nation’s broad chest.
Greece smelled like the sea.
“Now, now, let me hear your voice.”
One long finger began entering, pushing against the tight ring of muscle.
“Mhnnnn…”
Greece’s soft kiss tasted like a smile.
“Relax, sweet.”
The finger sheathed itself to the knuckle, and America clenched around it rigidly.
“Mrrrow…”
He was too tight, Greece worried. He was planning on scissoring America open quickly and getting to the fun part, but it seemed that the blonde would need a bit more preparation. Ah well, more of a chance to milk out those delicious moans. With that thought, Greece bent his head and began peppering America’s face and neck with kisses, leading down to the blonde’s flat pecs. There, he drew a pink (adorable, Greece thought) nipple into his mouth and began sucking lightly.
“Hgnnn…G-Greece- stop! I- mmmhhhh…”
Greece frowned slightly. This wasn’t a meow, not exactly. He moved one hand to America’s cock, but instead of pumping it firmly as the blonde nation so clearly needed, Greece began petting it with the back of his hand.
“Mmmmgh…ah”
Better. Greece drew his finger slowly out of America’s damp hole and entered it again. The blonde bit his lip at the sensation, shaking slightly against Greece’s body. The island nation nuzzled his hair fondly.
“Purr for me?”
Stubbornly, America stuffed a mouthful of Greece’s shirt between his lips and refused to make a sound.
Re: V-Day (2c/15)
anonymous
September 26 2010, 16:09:20 UTC
Umm. This anon has been rendered speechless by the awesome of this chapter. *hides flush* IT IS TOTALLY OKAY FOR AMERICA TO BE OOC--THERE ARE TIMES WHEN UBER!UKE, MEOWING, DROOLING, WIBBLING HEROS ARE 100% ACCEPTABLE Umm. This was hot. Not expecting this pairing but uunf loving this soo hard.
Re: V-Day (2c/15)
anonymous
September 26 2010, 16:36:02 UTC
Can I just say how much I love you? This pairing is already so rare, and you're including one of my major kinks (the fingering) and bottom!America, who is a kink of mine in his own right.
Re: V-Day (2c/15)
anonymous
September 27 2010, 06:23:36 UTC
:DDDD
Anon who suggested Turkey/France here (and you can tell I typed that reply at like, 3 AM in the morning) and all I can do is grin like an idiot while reading! And don't worry about America being OOC, your writing is awesome and how else is America supposed to act when he takes an aphrodisiac?
ALSO AMERICA HAHAHA. LIKE A SHIRT IS GOING TO STOP GREECE.
V-Day (2d/15)
anonymous
October 2 2010, 20:01:47 UTC
Greece suppressed a sigh, quickening the pace of his finger. America seemed to be softening, stretching just a little. Tentatively, Greece attempted another digit.
“Mmmmph-OW!” America bucked forward, teeth ripping through the collar of Greece’s shirt.
Two fingers were a bit tight, Greece admitted, although the moist, sucking heat was doing a hellauva job accommodating. He just had to keep stroking America’s cock firmly, thumbing the sensitive spot under the head, massaging the velvety balls with his palm.
“Oh…mmmaaaahhn…” America started moaning softly. He was so hard, trembling with need. Greece’s hand on his cock felt so damn good, but nowhere near what he- The blonde nation closed his eyes tightly. Oh God, now that the fingers in his ass didn’t hurt so much, they actually felt a-amazing. Every slow stroke bringing a burning pain/pleasure that shot up his spine, even as his throbbing erection was begging to be wrung dry. America looked up through squinted eyes, flushed and shivering and so undone. Looked up at Greece and whispered brokenly, “W-what are you do --mmmrrrn d-doing to me?”
Greece thought about it, while he pumped his fingers in and out of America’s twitching hole (while the blonde nation writhed, moaning, around him), scissoring the sides gently, still searching for that one place-
“MmmmmrOW!” America bucked forward suddenly, panting with unexpected pleasure. Greece caught him and pinned him into the wall in one motion, releasing America’s cock in order to stabilize them both.
The blonde nation didn’t seem to mind. He was too preoccupied with gasping incoherently, his tight passage squeezing Greece’s digits as if begging for that spot to be touched again…ohthereohthereohthere…
Smiling, the island nation angled his thrusting digits and crooked them just so.
“Mhhaaa….Mrrarhh…G-Greece, oh, Mmmmroooow.” America’s fingers twisted, clawed Greece’s back until his blunt nails had scoured the skin pink. His head whipped back and forth wildly, as he fucked himself clumsily on Greece’s fingers.
For his part, Greece found himself painfully aroused by America's writhing, panting, moans and barely able to think straight. Light groans escaped his lips as America’s cock slid, hot and slick, across his own. The blonde nation didn’t even need stimulation on his erection before he came this time, releasing, unashamed, between their bodies with a twisted cry.
“Mrrwwwwnn…” America sobbed. Even though he had just had the hardest orgasm of his life, his cock seemed to have a mind of his own as it stiffened again in response to Greece’s fingers - their steady, tortuous rhythm against his prostate. America wriggled, he arched, his hips, already sore, were wantonly pushing against the long digits, needing more.
“I have an answer.”
“Mmm-wha?” America blinked, disoriented as he was lifted, legs still clasped behind Greece’s back, and carried across the room.
Gently, more gently than he had been treated his entire life, America felt himself laid on the conference room table, legs opened and exposed, shirt gently maneuvered off between caresses, kissed so languidly slow that he felt himself melt, inside.
America opened his eyes to look at Greece’s face, but just as quickly turned away, flushing. Dangerous, the look in the island boy’s sea-green eyes as he stripped off his stained, ripped t-shirt and stepped out of his jeans. Before his thoughts could be scattered again, America blurted out, “W-what’d you have an answer to?”
Greece stopped. Blinked. But just when America decided that he must have forgotten the question again, the sea-eyed man smiled, warm and wise and gentle and wicked. With slow hands, he cupped America’s face, palming the blonde boy’s chin and petting downwards in a warm slide. Unable to stop it, America gave a small, plaintive, mew.
Greece’s breath was hot at his ear. “I’m making you purr for me, kitten.”
America was a big boy. Everywhere, he liked to think, even though Canada was bigger.
For a Caucasian male of his awesome height and weight, the effects of 2.25 square centimeters of chocolate containing an estimated 2 grams of aphrodisiac (but who knows for sure, France just kind of slopped it in) would have been both insignificant and slow in coming. Especially since it was taken on a very full stomach. Expected symptoms for America (and other tall, heavy males) would include a mild flush/fever, mild sensitivity to touch, and heightened awareness of released pheromones. Hardly the recipe for a sex-crazed maniac. Yes, it would seem that France had greatly overestimated the ‘delicious result’ of a single square of chocolate.
America, however, had five. He would have had six, but Canada had been forgotten (yet again), and therefore could not have his stolen appropriated from him.
Greece found America in the conference room long after everyone else had left - toes bared and curled over the sides of the chair, a pleasant pink flush trickling over his normally-brazen face, hips rutting harshly, desperately against his clenched fist.
His mouth was open, lips bitten to swelling and shiny with saliva. “Ahnnn…E-England is tha- ah…”
“No.” Greece said pleasantly. “I’m looking for my cat. Have you seen it?”
Immediately there was a mortified squawk, and America scrambled to find something, anything to cover himself with. But his pants had been thrown clear across the room, and his shirt was still half-buttoned, and dear God why was Greece still staring?
America settled for grabbing a stack of papers off the table (sorry, Germany) and covering his blushing, leaking, throbbingly erect crotch with them. “I wasn’t- I mean, well, I was but…”
Greece looked under a conference table.
“I guess you could b-but I wouldn’t…it wasn’t like I…” America began to squirm again, the need to touch his cock nownowNOW jarring the edges of his consciousness, making him lose focus.
“Too far gone?”
“What?” America squeaked declared awesomely.
“Maybe Corporal Cat is too far gone.” Greece shook his head. “He’ll come back when he feels like it, I suppose. Αντίο Sorry for interrupting.”
“W-wait!” With an awkward sprint, America sprang across the room and grasped Greece’s sleeve. The blonde nation, running with a raging erection, was so clumsy and slow that if Greece hadn’t been…Greece, he could have easily evaded America’s grasp. Once America did get a hold of his shirt, however, Greece found that he could not tug it away. Not that he tried very hard, America had super strength, after all, and Greece did actually like this shirt.
The island nation smiled quizzically. How strange, the blonde was panting, flushed and trembling, smelling like a female in heat. There was a glazed look in his blue eyes, a confused hunger as he leaned forward, mumbling, “Not England…but whatever.” and crushed their lips together.
Mildly surprised, Greece barely managed a half-grunt of protest as he was slammed into the wall, a very heavy America pressing and rubbing against him, tonguing at his lips (cheeks, chin) with more desperation than finesse. Amused, Greece opened his mouth and invited America in, attempting to enjoy the kiss even though it was all tongues and teeth. The boy was rutting at him, Greece felt a hardness slide frantically against the 'v' of his pelvis.
He’s gonna hurt himself, The Greek nation thought with a lazy sigh. The brunette's jeans (buckle, belt) would not be kind to bare skin.
Expertly, Greece took control of the kiss and ended it, pulling away from America’s mouth with a wet suctioning sound, pushing against the blonde nation’s bare hips firmly. The blonde nation whined, panting slightly. He didn't even seem to notice that his erection had been rubbed raw on Greece's denim.
The island nation smiled and patted America’s shoulder gently, trying not to pity him too much. “Now, now. That was…nice, but I must be going.”
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MOREMOREMOREMORE
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Please, for all that is right and holy, finish this anon. <33
Your Greece is wonderful, btw.
and if you're still taking requests for pairings, may I so humbly request AustraliaxEstonia? >w<
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OH GREECE <333 I THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR GREECE, WONDERFUL ANON <333
I SHALL WAIT WITH BATED BREATHS FOR THE CAT EARS, MEOWING FETISH, AND THE REST OF THEM. *CAMPS*
(as for crack!pairing suggestion, I read the comments above and liking very much the thought of England/Turkey. And how about Romano/France idea that I got from another fill? Where Romano was all drunk and PIMP and France is his bitch LOL that got me snickering for days. And because I'm limiting myself to 3 pairing suggestions, I propose an Australia/Denmark smut with extra booze on the side, and maybe some exhibitionism involved 89 *rubs chin* I hope my suggestions are not limiting your writing! They are, well, only suggestions after all. *prepares an inception not so secretly*)
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ilu anon, I really do. This made up for the horrible week. /continues to press F5
And to make it more random, how about...France/Turkey? OR WAS THERE ANOTHER REQUEST WITH FRACE
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I guess it's up to author!anon to decide which pairings will be chosen... but I totally don't mind whatever she (I assume AA is a she) chooses because, hell, never thought of Greece/America before and it's awesome XD!
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Not trusting his voice, America shook his head desperately in reply. All he knew was that he wanted, needed to- “W-why?” He growled, trying to sound sexy and in-control and not at all crazed with need. His knees were shaking. He tried to make them stop.
“Hm. Well…” Greece trailed off, gesturing emptily. “You’re quite nice, but, how you say? Not my type.”
“I’m a hero!”
“You’re a top. And I don’t bottom.” Quite, it wasn’t quite that, but Greece’s preferences did run towards…slender, dark, slitted eyes and small smiles. America was far too bright, too loud, too large, and too ungraceful. Nothing at all like a cat. Greece attempted to push away from the wall, again. “Now, will you let me go?”
America seemed too far gone to reply, pressing himself against Greece with a moan. There was heat and slick sweat between them, as Greece suppressed a sigh, letting the blonde nation suck at his neck and paw him clumsily.
Well, perhaps America would understand better if Greece demonstrated a little bit. The island nation hummed low in his throat as he slid his palms down America’s lean back, the dip of his spine, to the sweet curve of his ass. It’s rather nice Greece mused, running his nails lightly across the pale skin. What a pity.
America’s eyes widened behind his wire glasses. They were crooked and digging into Greece’s collarbone. With one hand he slid them off of America’s sweaty nose, with the other, he began fingering the blonde nation’s damp cleft, one long digit circling around his tight pucker.
Greece tried to smile lewdly, but it came out gentle, as always. Scared away, now?
But then, America arched, shuddering with surprise and meowed.
Actually, it was half-way between a protest and a moan, sounding a bit like, “Mehnnow…mmrhoo…” America's feet skittered on the tiled floors as he rose to his toes, pressing into Greece and away from the strange sensation of intrusion.
What the…? Heart beating just a bit faster, Greece repeated the action, a bit firmer as he pressed his fingertips against the sensitive flesh of America’s entrance.
“M-merrrrow-S-stop- mmhnnn” The blonde clenched his teeth, a bit too late. The damage had already been done.
Greece smiled. This time, it showed his teeth. With a tight twist, he changed their positions, so that America was the one pinned to the wall. “Actually,” The brunette drawled, breathless. “Maybe I can try you after all.”
“W-why are ah- ahmmm you…” It’s supposed to be the other way around, h-he was the hero! America flinched as Greece’s large hands slid over his ass, squeezing and kneading at the tanned flesh, milking out soft, embarrassing sounds from somewhere America had always thought he hid so well.
This could not go on. With a valiant struggle, America attempted to win his seme position back, again - pushing away from the wall violently and making a grab for Greece’s hands.
The laid-back nation could be very agile when he wished, however, and skillfully evaded America’s grasp, putting his hands on the one place he knew could flip the blonde like a switch.
His cock.
When Greece gave a leisurely stroke along America’s length, ending with a light pinch at the blonde’s cockhead, all struggles immediately ceased immediately.
“Nnnngh…m-mmm-“ America slumped against the wall as waves of pleasure cut so sharply that it made his thighs tremble. Every touch felt magnified to the point that it almost hurt and the blonde couldn’t quite decide whether to pull away or lean into Greece’s caresses.
“More,” The wavy-haired brunette murmured, now fully aroused himself. America’s unexpectedly sweet voice - the pitch-perfect tone, the slight lilt at the end, the very fact that he was meowing - made Greece’s cock throb heavily whenever he heard-
“Ahhh…mmmgh-mmrrrrrrrrow-”
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There it was. Greece gave a small moan himself, at the sight. America, wearing nothing but an unbuttoned shirt, writhing against the wall with a vulnerable flush on his face, unable to do anything but receive pleasure. He was completely incoherent, unspooled like a ball of yarn, a shiny line of saliva escaping the corner of one mouth. Greece leaned forward and licked it.
“Mm…p-please…” The blonde panted, tears at the corners of his eyes. “’m s-scared…you sure I can’t-”
“I won’t hurt you,” Greece unbuckled his jeans slowly. Even when his hands were off of America, the blonde squirmed impatiently, torn between fear and eagerness. His hesitancy was so adorable it made Greece’s heart stutter, made him want to eat the boy right up…
“T-take too damn long-” America tried to palm his own erection but was stopped by a firm grip on the wrist. Greece didn’t even bother stripping off his tight jeans all the way, allowing them to pool at his ankles carelessly.
“You can press against me, now,” He slid gentle fingers through America’s hair, pulling their bodies flush, together.
America whimpered when his cock - tender from the aphrodisiac and the earlier rutting - slid against the smooth skin of Greece’s torso. The sensation was so overwhelming that he came right then, releasing with a soft cry between their melded stomachs.
Greece jerked back in surprise as a stray spray of cum hit his cheek.
“S-sorry!” America was mortified, still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “I’m not that quick, normally, I-I don’t…”
His next thought was silenced as Greece dragged a thumb across his own cheek, picking up the stray drip of cum and bringing it to his mouth. His tongue swirled lazily across the digit as he hummed in approval of the taste.
America’s mouth went dry.
Without a word, Greece returned to kneading America’s ass, tongue lapping at the side of his neck. The sweetness of his acceptance made the blonde nation tear up again. D-dammit, there was something wrong with him…
Greece twisted his fingers in the slick liquid between their bodies, coating them liberally before reaching back to lightly press against America’s entrance, again.
“Mhnnn…mrrrrrrrow…” America’s face flamed as he tried to twist away from the strange sensation. But this time, instead of struggling violently, his arms found their way around Greece’s shoulders, clinging tightly as the blonde buried his face in the island nation’s broad chest.
Greece smelled like the sea.
“Now, now, let me hear your voice.”
One long finger began entering, pushing against the tight ring of muscle.
“Mhnnnn…”
Greece’s soft kiss tasted like a smile.
“Relax, sweet.”
The finger sheathed itself to the knuckle, and America clenched around it rigidly.
“Mrrrow…”
He was too tight, Greece worried. He was planning on scissoring America open quickly and getting to the fun part, but it seemed that the blonde would need a bit more preparation. Ah well, more of a chance to milk out those delicious moans. With that thought, Greece bent his head and began peppering America’s face and neck with kisses, leading down to the blonde’s flat pecs. There, he drew a pink (adorable, Greece thought) nipple into his mouth and began sucking lightly.
“Hgnnn…G-Greece- stop! I- mmmhhhh…”
Greece frowned slightly. This wasn’t a meow, not exactly. He moved one hand to America’s cock, but instead of pumping it firmly as the blonde nation so clearly needed, Greece began petting it with the back of his hand.
“Mmmmgh…ah”
Better. Greece drew his finger slowly out of America’s damp hole and entered it again. The blonde bit his lip at the sensation, shaking slightly against Greece’s body. The island nation nuzzled his hair fondly.
“Purr for me?”
Stubbornly, America stuffed a mouthful of Greece’s shirt between his lips and refused to make a sound.
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This anon has been rendered speechless by the awesome of this chapter.
*hides flush* IT IS TOTALLY OKAY FOR AMERICA TO BE OOC--THERE ARE TIMES WHEN UBER!UKE, MEOWING, DROOLING, WIBBLING HEROS ARE 100% ACCEPTABLE Umm. This was hot. Not expecting this pairing but uunf loving this soo hard.
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I am eagerly waiting for more anon.
And if you need me, I'll be in my bunk.
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A-anon, th-this is great! America mewling was just so...so *shivers*
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This, this beautiful, wonderful, incredibly sexy thing, will be completed, right? RIGHT?
PLEASE?
Because Greece topping America is so hot that I don't even know.
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Anon who suggested Turkey/France here (and you can tell I typed that reply at like, 3 AM in the morning) and all I can do is grin like an idiot while reading! And don't worry about America being OOC, your writing is awesome and how else is America supposed to act when he takes an aphrodisiac?
ALSO AMERICA HAHAHA. LIKE A SHIRT IS GOING TO STOP GREECE.
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Greece suppressed a sigh, quickening the pace of his finger. America seemed to be softening, stretching just a little. Tentatively, Greece attempted another digit.
“Mmmmph-OW!” America bucked forward, teeth ripping through the collar of Greece’s shirt.
Two fingers were a bit tight, Greece admitted, although the moist, sucking heat was doing a hellauva job accommodating. He just had to keep stroking America’s cock firmly, thumbing the sensitive spot under the head, massaging the velvety balls with his palm.
“Oh…mmmaaaahhn…” America started moaning softly. He was so hard, trembling with need. Greece’s hand on his cock felt so damn good, but nowhere near what he- The blonde nation closed his eyes tightly. Oh God, now that the fingers in his ass didn’t hurt so much, they actually felt a-amazing. Every slow stroke bringing a burning pain/pleasure that shot up his spine, even as his throbbing erection was begging to be wrung dry. America looked up through squinted eyes, flushed and shivering and so undone. Looked up at Greece and whispered brokenly, “W-what are you do --mmmrrrn d-doing to me?”
Greece thought about it, while he pumped his fingers in and out of America’s twitching hole (while the blonde nation writhed, moaning, around him), scissoring the sides gently, still searching for that one place-
“MmmmmrOW!” America bucked forward suddenly, panting with unexpected pleasure. Greece caught him and pinned him into the wall in one motion, releasing America’s cock in order to stabilize them both.
The blonde nation didn’t seem to mind. He was too preoccupied with gasping incoherently, his tight passage squeezing Greece’s digits as if begging for that spot to be touched again…ohthereohthereohthere…
Smiling, the island nation angled his thrusting digits and crooked them just so.
“Mhhaaa….Mrrarhh…G-Greece, oh, Mmmmroooow.” America’s fingers twisted, clawed Greece’s back until his blunt nails had scoured the skin pink. His head whipped back and forth wildly, as he fucked himself clumsily on Greece’s fingers.
For his part, Greece found himself painfully aroused by America's writhing, panting, moans and barely able to think straight. Light groans escaped his lips as America’s cock slid, hot and slick, across his own. The blonde nation didn’t even need stimulation on his erection before he came this time, releasing, unashamed, between their bodies with a twisted cry.
“Mrrwwwwnn…” America sobbed. Even though he had just had the hardest orgasm of his life, his cock seemed to have a mind of his own as it stiffened again in response to Greece’s fingers - their steady, tortuous rhythm against his prostate. America wriggled, he arched, his hips, already sore, were wantonly pushing against the long digits, needing more.
“I have an answer.”
“Mmm-wha?” America blinked, disoriented as he was lifted, legs still clasped behind Greece’s back, and carried across the room.
Gently, more gently than he had been treated his entire life, America felt himself laid on the conference room table, legs opened and exposed, shirt gently maneuvered off between caresses, kissed so languidly slow that he felt himself melt, inside.
America opened his eyes to look at Greece’s face, but just as quickly turned away, flushing. Dangerous, the look in the island boy’s sea-green eyes as he stripped off his stained, ripped t-shirt and stepped out of his jeans. Before his thoughts could be scattered again, America blurted out, “W-what’d you have an answer to?”
Greece stopped. Blinked. But just when America decided that he must have forgotten the question again, the sea-eyed man smiled, warm and wise and gentle and wicked. With slow hands, he cupped America’s face, palming the blonde boy’s chin and petting downwards in a warm slide. Unable to stop it, America gave a small, plaintive, mew.
Greece’s breath was hot at his ear. “I’m making you purr for me, kitten.”
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