A Game for Two [2/3]
anonymous
December 5 2010, 05:30:18 UTC
(Damn, forgot the subject. It should have read, 'A Game for Two [1/3]')
He closed his eyes, bracing himself...but nothing happened. After a second he cracked one eye open. Braginski was scowling, gnawing on his lower lip.
“What now? Shy bladder?” Alfred teased.
Braginski snarled something in Russian and screwed his own eyes shut. Instinct made Alfred follow suit, and then...he finally felt it. A warm stream of liquid, soaking into his shirt, spreading fast across his chest. The stream moved, passing and lingering over each of his nipples before trailing down his stomach, lower and lower until it was spraying against his own cock through his clothes. Alfred couldn't help but moan. It was so...so warm, and Braginski must have to piss like a racehorse because it was gushing so hard, so powerful, flowing over his hardening cock like a waterfall and washing down over his balls.
It just kept coming and coming almost without end, and Braginski was directing the stream back and forth over Alfred's groin, almost stroking him with it, and suddenly it was too much. Alfred curled his toes, trying to hold back his orgasm as long as he could, but soon he felt the familiar twitching and jerking as the building pressure was about to over flow. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he came, strong and shuddering, right in his pants, even as Braginski was still pissing on him.
Alfred kept his eyes close, panting in the afterglow as Braginski finally, finally trickled to a stop. His eyes fluttered open again when he heard a little grunt from the taller man, and the familiar sound of hand against damp skin. Braginski was jerking himself off furiously, making no effort to hide it from Alfred. It seemed like he had only just started touching himself when he came too, right onto Alfred's lap.
There was no sound for a while, save the heavy breathing of both men as they tried to regain their bearings. Braginski got there first. He neatly tucked his cock back into his pants, straightened his clothes and smirked at his filthy captive.
“Let that be a lesson to you, my disobedient little spy. That is what happens to naughty boys like you. And if you continue to be rude during your stay with us, you may have to be punished again.”
“Fuck you, Ruskie,” Alfred said, too breathless to put any real heat into the words.
Braginski only giggled to himself and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
A full minute passed and the door opened again, only this time it was Russia who walked into the room and quickly made his way over to the handcuffed man, squatting down to unlock all the chains.
“Was that alright?” he asked, with an unusual note of nervousness in his voice. “I did not overdo it, did I? It wasn't...disgusting, was it?”
Alfred grinned widely and turned back into America again. “Hell no! Babe, I owe you a month...no, a year worth of blow jobs that that. That was perfect. You were perfect. Exactly what I was imagining.”
“Ah, good! You were very detailed about your fantasy, but still, I was worried that I wouldn't do it right. This is my first time for something like that.”
A Game for Two [3/3]
anonymous
December 5 2010, 05:32:54 UTC
“Yeah, I kinda figured. Got a little bladder shy for a second there, didn't you?”
“Don't tease, that was embarrassing.”
“Sorry, babe. Really, don't sweat it. You were super hot. And god damn, you had a lot in there! You were like a fucking fire hose, and I mean that in the best way possible.”
Russia finished unlocking the handcuffs and stood back up with a proud little smile. “I was holding it all day for this. It would be a little anti-climatic if I could only dribble on you after all that, da?”
“Well you sure as hell didn't just dribble, I can tell you that. God, that felt so good. It was so warm.” America stood slowly, stretching his stiff muscles. “Man oh man, do I need a bath.”
“We can use the bath down the hall. It's big enough for two.”
“That's my man, always thinking ahead,” America laughed, following Russia out. He was dripping a bit on the floor, but that would have to wait to be cleaned up later. Russia shucked off his clothes quickly and started fiddling with the faucet while America peeled off his wet pants.
“Can you scoot out of the way for a sec, babe?” he asked Russia, who was kneeling directly in the path between him and the toilet. “I gotta take a leak first.”
Russia paused thoughtfully for a moment. “May I make a request?”
“Sure, shoot.”
Russia looked down, pale cheeks turning pink. “Would you mind if...could you...”
“Spit it out!” America encouraged, having an idea of where this was going. Russia could be unbelievably blunt about some things, but he always got weirdly flustered when talking about his own sexual fantasies and desires. He could cheerfully agree to the most depraved thing America could come up with, and then blush while asking for an innocent hand job.
“Could you...do for me what I did for you?”
America tipped his head. “You want me to piss on you?”
Russia shifted. “You said it was warm. I like warm things.”
“Well, sure...is that really what you want?”
“Da.”
“Okay...guess it would be easier to do in the bathtub, right? Is there anything you don't want me to do?”
“Keep it away from my face, please,” Russia said as he climbed into the bathtub and stretched out, naked and waiting.
“You got it!” America winked, and cleared his throat, bringing back Alfred F. Jones again. “Look who's in control now, you fucking Ruskie. I told you you'd regret ever laying eyes on me! Time for payback.”
Now he could understand why it took Russia second to get started. It was hard to get everything flowing when you knew where it was going, but with a little push he was able to produce a stream. It wasn't as strong as Russia's had been, but he let it flow down the larger man's chest before moving to his cock, mimicking what Russia had done earlier. Russia moaned softly, letting his head tip back against the edge of the tub. He was getting hard fast, America notice, and he tried to keep it going as long as he could, squeeze out every drop, but all too soon it was over.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “There wasn't as much in there.”
“No apologies,” Russia breathed. “That...that was nice. It really was warm...” He sighed happily, and moved his hand down to his hard cock, but America leaned down and got there first, wrapping a hand around his length.
“No you don't, babe,” he said with a grin. “You've been awesome today. Let me take care of the rest for you.”
Re: A Game for Two [3/3]
anonymous
December 5 2010, 06:18:08 UTC
That was unbelievable cute and the scenario was great! I was going to stop because I saw 'watersports' but kept going...and am SO glad I did! You captured Russia and America perfectly IC! I hardly EVER see them like this except in the really good fills or in canon. Both were equally snarky towards each other, treated eachother equally, and there was that whole superior attitude and their own personalities were done soooo well and ...I am in love with you despite not liking this kink. Please tell me if you made another Russia/America fill??
Re: A Game for Two [3/3]
anonymous
December 6 2010, 19:48:34 UTC
That was awesome! What a surprise there, at the end of the first time...I certainly wasn't expecting that. Excellent job! You made their roleplay damned hot and great, and their real interaction very sweet ^^ the whole concept of America and Russia rolepaying the Cold War like this makes me hot
Re: A Game for Two [3/3]
anonymous
February 3 2011, 15:21:00 UTC
Awesome ^////^ I was confused first but then I got it^^ I love how they are so sweet to each other X3 And Russia getting bladder shy in the first moment and Americas teasing about it...lol X3 was very cute and funny^^
Re: A Game for Two [3/3]
anonymous
February 10 2011, 10:15:06 UTC
Incoherent babble: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS LIKE THE HOTTEST FUCKING THING EVER I JUST CAN'T EVEN KLDRJTSDKLGJZSDKGSKJGHSDFJSDCMVDSKLJ
Semi-coherent praise: Let me just say that I love this kink, and you pulled it off perfectly. Even before you got to the watersports, the dialogue set the scene perfectly, and it was so well-done and in character that I fell in love just from reading a few lines of it.
I love the fact that they were roleplaying the Cold War, and afterwards they both acted sweet and got cleaned up together. America reciprocating at the end was amazing, too. And how did you know my other kinks were for America calling his partner "babe" and just generally saying things like "I owe you blowjobs for that"? (This is actually the second watersports fill in which he's said that after his partner played into his fetish, and, oh yes, another of my fetishes is for America to have his partners play into his watersports fetish, you mind-reader).
All in all, this was an amazing story, and if you've written/are planning to write any more like it, I'd love to see. Stay awesome, anon.
He closed his eyes, bracing himself...but nothing happened. After a second he cracked one eye open. Braginski was scowling, gnawing on his lower lip.
“What now? Shy bladder?” Alfred teased.
Braginski snarled something in Russian and screwed his own eyes shut. Instinct made Alfred follow suit, and then...he finally felt it. A warm stream of liquid, soaking into his shirt, spreading fast across his chest. The stream moved, passing and lingering over each of his nipples before trailing down his stomach, lower and lower until it was spraying against his own cock through his clothes. Alfred couldn't help but moan. It was so...so warm, and Braginski must have to piss like a racehorse because it was gushing so hard, so powerful, flowing over his hardening cock like a waterfall and washing down over his balls.
It just kept coming and coming almost without end, and Braginski was directing the stream back and forth over Alfred's groin, almost stroking him with it, and suddenly it was too much. Alfred curled his toes, trying to hold back his orgasm as long as he could, but soon he felt the familiar twitching and jerking as the building pressure was about to over flow. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he came, strong and shuddering, right in his pants, even as Braginski was still pissing on him.
Alfred kept his eyes close, panting in the afterglow as Braginski finally, finally trickled to a stop. His eyes fluttered open again when he heard a little grunt from the taller man, and the familiar sound of hand against damp skin. Braginski was jerking himself off furiously, making no effort to hide it from Alfred. It seemed like he had only just started touching himself when he came too, right onto Alfred's lap.
There was no sound for a while, save the heavy breathing of both men as they tried to regain their bearings. Braginski got there first. He neatly tucked his cock back into his pants, straightened his clothes and smirked at his filthy captive.
“Let that be a lesson to you, my disobedient little spy. That is what happens to naughty boys like you. And if you continue to be rude during your stay with us, you may have to be punished again.”
“Fuck you, Ruskie,” Alfred said, too breathless to put any real heat into the words.
Braginski only giggled to himself and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
A full minute passed and the door opened again, only this time it was Russia who walked into the room and quickly made his way over to the handcuffed man, squatting down to unlock all the chains.
“Was that alright?” he asked, with an unusual note of nervousness in his voice. “I did not overdo it, did I? It wasn't...disgusting, was it?”
Alfred grinned widely and turned back into America again. “Hell no! Babe, I owe you a month...no, a year worth of blow jobs that that. That was perfect. You were perfect. Exactly what I was imagining.”
“Ah, good! You were very detailed about your fantasy, but still, I was worried that I wouldn't do it right. This is my first time for something like that.”
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“Don't tease, that was embarrassing.”
“Sorry, babe. Really, don't sweat it. You were super hot. And god damn, you had a lot in there! You were like a fucking fire hose, and I mean that in the best way possible.”
Russia finished unlocking the handcuffs and stood back up with a proud little smile. “I was holding it all day for this. It would be a little anti-climatic if I could only dribble on you after all that, da?”
“Well you sure as hell didn't just dribble, I can tell you that. God, that felt so good. It was so warm.” America stood slowly, stretching his stiff muscles. “Man oh man, do I need a bath.”
“We can use the bath down the hall. It's big enough for two.”
“That's my man, always thinking ahead,” America laughed, following Russia out. He was dripping a bit on the floor, but that would have to wait to be cleaned up later. Russia shucked off his clothes quickly and started fiddling with the faucet while America peeled off his wet pants.
“Can you scoot out of the way for a sec, babe?” he asked Russia, who was kneeling directly in the path between him and the toilet. “I gotta take a leak first.”
Russia paused thoughtfully for a moment. “May I make a request?”
“Sure, shoot.”
Russia looked down, pale cheeks turning pink. “Would you mind if...could you...”
“Spit it out!” America encouraged, having an idea of where this was going. Russia could be unbelievably blunt about some things, but he always got weirdly flustered when talking about his own sexual fantasies and desires. He could cheerfully agree to the most depraved thing America could come up with, and then blush while asking for an innocent hand job.
“Could you...do for me what I did for you?”
America tipped his head. “You want me to piss on you?”
Russia shifted. “You said it was warm. I like warm things.”
“Well, sure...is that really what you want?”
“Da.”
“Okay...guess it would be easier to do in the bathtub, right? Is there anything you don't want me to do?”
“Keep it away from my face, please,” Russia said as he climbed into the bathtub and stretched out, naked and waiting.
“You got it!” America winked, and cleared his throat, bringing back Alfred F. Jones again. “Look who's in control now, you fucking Ruskie. I told you you'd regret ever laying eyes on me! Time for payback.”
Now he could understand why it took Russia second to get started. It was hard to get everything flowing when you knew where it was going, but with a little push he was able to produce a stream. It wasn't as strong as Russia's had been, but he let it flow down the larger man's chest before moving to his cock, mimicking what Russia had done earlier. Russia moaned softly, letting his head tip back against the edge of the tub. He was getting hard fast, America notice, and he tried to keep it going as long as he could, squeeze out every drop, but all too soon it was over.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “There wasn't as much in there.”
“No apologies,” Russia breathed. “That...that was nice. It really was warm...” He sighed happily, and moved his hand down to his hard cock, but America leaned down and got there first, wrapping a hand around his length.
“No you don't, babe,” he said with a grin. “You've been awesome today. Let me take care of the rest for you.”
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And I love that they roleplay cold war hostilities but are actually all cute and happy, that's adorable.
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Loved this fill <3
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the whole concept of America and Russia rolepaying the Cold War like this makes me hot
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I love how they are so sweet to each other X3
And Russia getting bladder shy in the first moment and Americas teasing about it...lol X3 was very cute and funny^^
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Semi-coherent praise: Let me just say that I love this kink, and you pulled it off perfectly. Even before you got to the watersports, the dialogue set the scene perfectly, and it was so well-done and in character that I fell in love just from reading a few lines of it.
I love the fact that they were roleplaying the Cold War, and afterwards they both acted sweet and got cleaned up together. America reciprocating at the end was amazing, too. And how did you know my other kinks were for America calling his partner "babe" and just generally saying things like "I owe you blowjobs for that"? (This is actually the second watersports fill in which he's said that after his partner played into his fetish, and, oh yes, another of my fetishes is for America to have his partners play into his watersports fetish, you mind-reader).
All in all, this was an amazing story, and if you've written/are planning to write any more like it, I'd love to see. Stay awesome, anon.
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