So. Uhm. Sorry for the…little…break. Stuff happened and…yeah. Hopefully someone is still interested, cause I’m definitely going to finish, even if it takes me a million years.
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“You are insufferable,” England muttered as he broke the kiss.
America grinned and nuzzled his neck. “You love it.”
Before England could object, America picked him up and moved him to the middle of the couch, and started arranging the pillows into a pile. England had just managed to catch his breath when America spun him around yet again, facing the pillows and armrest. “You could just ask me to move, you know,” England grumbled. He was being thrown around so much, he wondered if America knew that he was a person and not some sort of rag doll. America was trying to find the lube, which had somehow been kicked off the table, and didn’t respond. Mochimerica leapt onto the pillows and stared at England expectantly, which pushed America’s aggravating behavior straight from his mind. A twinge of anticipation echoed through his body and his erection began to rouse.
“So, how should we do this?” England asked, sounding nervous and somewhat shameful.
America set the lube back on the table, kneeled onto the couch and laid his hands on England’s shoulders with a sigh, rubbing his thumbs in circles against his back. “I’m telling you, it won’t hurt him. Just calm down. You’re always so damn tense.”
“I’ve had good reason for being tense,” England responded softly, groaning as America’s palms moved against his back.
“I don’t just mean the last few months. In meetings you’re always freezing up and clenching your butt and stuff, like you’re about to implode. I noticed it a long time before we hooked up. Especially the butt part.”
England was about to question America’s voyeuristic habits, but he couldn’t see the conversation going anywhere helpful. His eyes opened just a crack and the white blob was immediately at the center of his vision. He could remember so clearly his first encounter with the hungry mochi, and those moments of giving himself over to sensation, despite his vehement protestations. Without the feeling of panic or the threat of being discovered, the memories were starting to turn him on.
“Well, looks like you’re ready,” America said playfully as he slid his hand along England’s stomach and grasped his erection. England was jolted out of his thoughts with a sharp gasp. America’s grin grew wider. “Looks like he’s ready too.”
Mochimerica was pulsing frantically, mouth slightly open with anticipation.
For the next few moments, England’s focus centered solely on that little blob, eyeing its mouth with more than a little disgust at his own gnawing hunger. He snapped out of it again when he felt a slick hand slide between his ass cheeks. With a grunt, he pushed down onto the fingers, anxious to be touched despite being sore from their previous encounter.
Second Helping (8b/?)
anonymous
November 15 2010, 04:44:07 UTC
America tried to steady himself, but he couldn’t balance with his hand occupied. England arched forward, grabbing onto the armrest and holding himself up while America set to work preparing him. His arms and legs began to quiver as warm fingers slid inside him once more. Although his muscles were aching, he barely noticed the dull thrum of pain through his growing desire. Feeling less of England’s impatience, America moved slowly, utilizing his angle to find that special little spot. England seemed to signal its discovery when he released an uncontrolled moan, and his hips started to shake. America grinned and rubbed against it with the tip of his finger, increasing the pressure little by little.
England’s hands gripped the armrest tighter, in an attempt to stay upright. His eyes were cast downward and he shifted slowly, pushing his ass up. He could feel his knees digging into the cushion, but when America’s finger worked its magic any discomfort seemed insignificant.
Through blurry vision, he looked down towards his stomach and noticed that Mochimerica’s eyes were trained on his erection. His cock was just inches away from the mochi’s face, but it only stared and wiggled, waiting for some unknown signal. England mentally willed the mochi to get closer, and immediately berated himself for it.
Author!Anon
anonymous
November 15 2010, 10:28:33 UTC
WHAT THIS IS GLORIOUS ;_; I so don't deserve such beautiful art BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG! The color and angle and everything is so lovely!! *saves forever and ever and ever*
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
November 16 2010, 03:07:50 UTC
Author!anon totally deserves it :3
are you possibly going to make a sort of sequel to this later? 'coz I can imagine England asking Japan to make a mochi!England to get his revenge on America XDDDD
anyways, I look forward to more updates :3 keep up the awesome! (and, uh, yeah, this is artist!anon)
don't berate yourself!
anonymous
November 19 2010, 16:43:03 UTC
don't think that we anons will EVER tire of your delicious mochi smut! cuz we WON'T! never! it's too unbelievably glorious! going on forever is GOOD news!
Parts 1-6: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11813.html?thread=36342053#t36342053
Part 7: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/15769.html?thread=40280473#t40280473
So.
Uhm.
Sorry for the…little…break. Stuff happened and…yeah.
Hopefully someone is still interested, cause I’m definitely going to finish, even if it takes me a million years.
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“You are insufferable,” England muttered as he broke the kiss.
America grinned and nuzzled his neck. “You love it.”
Before England could object, America picked him up and moved him to the middle of the couch, and started arranging the pillows into a pile. England had just managed to catch his breath when America spun him around yet again, facing the pillows and armrest. “You could just ask me to move, you know,” England grumbled. He was being thrown around so much, he wondered if America knew that he was a person and not some sort of rag doll. America was trying to find the lube, which had somehow been kicked off the table, and didn’t respond. Mochimerica leapt onto the pillows and stared at England expectantly, which pushed America’s aggravating behavior straight from his mind. A twinge of anticipation echoed through his body and his erection began to rouse.
“So, how should we do this?” England asked, sounding nervous and somewhat shameful.
America set the lube back on the table, kneeled onto the couch and laid his hands on England’s shoulders with a sigh, rubbing his thumbs in circles against his back. “I’m telling you, it won’t hurt him. Just calm down. You’re always so damn tense.”
“I’ve had good reason for being tense,” England responded softly, groaning as America’s palms moved against his back.
“I don’t just mean the last few months. In meetings you’re always freezing up and clenching your butt and stuff, like you’re about to implode. I noticed it a long time before we hooked up. Especially the butt part.”
England was about to question America’s voyeuristic habits, but he couldn’t see the conversation going anywhere helpful. His eyes opened just a crack and the white blob was immediately at the center of his vision. He could remember so clearly his first encounter with the hungry mochi, and those moments of giving himself over to sensation, despite his vehement protestations. Without the feeling of panic or the threat of being discovered, the memories were starting to turn him on.
“Well, looks like you’re ready,” America said playfully as he slid his hand along England’s stomach and grasped his erection. England was jolted out of his thoughts with a sharp gasp. America’s grin grew wider. “Looks like he’s ready too.”
Mochimerica was pulsing frantically, mouth slightly open with anticipation.
For the next few moments, England’s focus centered solely on that little blob, eyeing its mouth with more than a little disgust at his own gnawing hunger. He snapped out of it again when he felt a slick hand slide between his ass cheeks. With a grunt, he pushed down onto the fingers, anxious to be touched despite being sore from their previous encounter.
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England’s hands gripped the armrest tighter, in an attempt to stay upright. His eyes were cast downward and he shifted slowly, pushing his ass up. He could feel his knees digging into the cushion, but when America’s finger worked its magic any discomfort seemed insignificant.
Through blurry vision, he looked down towards his stomach and noticed that Mochimerica’s eyes were trained on his erection. His cock was just inches away from the mochi’s face, but it only stared and wiggled, waiting for some unknown signal. England mentally willed the mochi to get closer, and immediately berated himself for it.
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I wanna take you to a gay bar!
and have your babies.
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Very happy to see that this hadn't been abandoned. This dedicated reader will follow you to the finish, never fear!
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Besides, it gives me an excuse to reread everything, haha.
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SERIOUSLY, I LOVE YOU <3333 I found this fill just today, and did the art in just like 2 hours >.>
http://bit.ly/aMxa2K
http://www.mediafire.com/?heopn61l4xen6s6 (in case Photobucket deletes it 'coz it's NSFW)
please excuse the fail ;w; this is the first time anon drew R18 stuff, so...
*hides behind stack of Chemistry books*
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I so don't deserve such beautiful art
BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG! The color and angle and everything is so lovely!!
*saves forever and ever and ever*
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are you possibly going to make a sort of sequel to this later? 'coz I can imagine England asking Japan to make a mochi!England to get his revenge on America XDDDD
anyways, I look forward to more updates :3 keep up the awesome!
(and, uh, yeah, this is artist!anon)
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But hey, this one ain't over yet! (The plan is actually similar to what you mentioned, but...ah, you'll see)
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going on forever is GOOD news!
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Artist!Anon, you're amazing!
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