Re: England/America, glove fetish
anonymous
November 18 2010, 03:06:53 UTC
AuthourAnon apoligizes for fail backstory. I could really only think of smut for this. Really.
America has to admit it to himself, he had a major hand fetish. Especially Arthur's hands, the way the long fingers smoothed his hair back, brushed the steering wheel on their way to a meeting, or flicked gently through paperwork. Thin but strong, like the rest of England, capable of inflicting hurt or, imagined America, the sexiest of touches. Was he going to admit that to England? Hell nooo In fact one of these days- WHAM! "Sorry I'm late everybody, my car broke down in my garage and I had to ride my motorcycle. In the rain." sighed England. Everyone stared, most of them wondering What the hell? I didn't know England rode motorcycles Everyone except Alfred. He was staring at Arthur's hand, resting on the door. To be specific, the drop of rain running down the back of the leather glove he wore. The fucking leather gloves he was wearing America shifted in his seat, his tailored jeans suddenly way too tight. Oblivious to his predicament, England walked over, shook his hair, and flopped in the seat next to America. China began his presentation, Greece snored, Russia glared, Spain beamed, England dripped and America tried his hardest not to look to his right. Halfway through the meeting, he was convinced England was intentionally torturing him. He had spent the whole time fiddling with his pen, running his gloved hands through his still-wet hair and even chewing and biting the gloves. Then he stood up, took off his jacket and sat back down with the gloves still on! Damn him! He was not, not, not going to go into the bathroom and jerk off like a mad man. He could sit through one damn meeting if it killed him. When Arthur licked his fingers, it nearly did. After the meeting, Alfred was strolling down the hall, trying to remember what the hell anyone who had presented had said when he heard his name. "Amerrrrriiicaaaa! Wait up!" yelled England, The former turned in suprise, and was barreled over by the latter, who was running too fast on tile floors with wet shoes. America hit the ground with an "oof" and Arthur landed on top of him. He blinked a few times, trying not to see stars, then realized where England's hands were, one on his collar and the other on his lower stomach. His leg was pressing into America's hard on. These realizations made him babble something that was supposed to be "Get off me, you British jerk", but came out as unitelligible mush. England stared down at him for a few seconds, then slowly a wide smile spread across his face. "So, you're a leather slut, huh?" Alfred just moaned. "Then what if I did this?" smirked England, running his fingers up America's neck and across his face, then traced his lips before forcing them into the waiting mouth. America could barely think as the leather-covered digits ran across his teeth and over his tongue, invading his mouth, better than any of his fantasies. "Suck them like you want to suck me, like you want to be sucked" England said, forcing his gloved hand deeper "Take them in" America whimpered and complied, doing his best do deep-throat the longed-for fingers. He barely noticed as England's other hand slid south until he was cupped through the fabric, and a slow, burning massage began. He choked for a second, allowing the hand to slip deeper, then resumed licking and laving like he was told. "Good boy, Alfred, treating these gloves right. They're premium quality leather, can't you feel how soft they are? I just had to get them, and watching you work on them like a good little slut is worth it." Damn it, how'd he find out about my leather fetish?
To be continued! Hope you liked it, please comment!
Re: England/America, glove fetish
anonymous
November 18 2010, 03:46:52 UTC
Anon you've got some real potential here, but so many errors it's hard to read. :( A beta would really help you, but I'm going to point out a few things now. (Hope you don't mind XP) For one thing, before you end a quotation (") there has to be some kind of punctuation. Also this may be LJ's fault (lord knows it's gotten me) but you need o have spaces between your paragraphs. Plus "laved" is not a word. Anyway like I said, get someone to beta for you before you post next time and then you will make a lot of people happy :)
I do think you have great potential here, but there are a few mistakes that an editor could catch. What it feels like is something that "rolled hot off the press" rather than something you went back and re-edited.
Re: England/America, glove fetish
anonymous
November 20 2010, 03:08:57 UTC
Gah! So sorry for editing mistakes, but I tend to rush a bit when I get really into a story, and gloves and leather are both kinks of mine. *ahem* I'll do better in part two!
Re: England/America, glove fetish Part 2/?
anonymous
November 20 2010, 04:48:12 UTC
America had very little time to ponder the question as he felt his zipper slide down and a hand dip into his pants, massaging his member through his underwear. "Really Alfred, I would have at least expected you to be commando at times like these. Alas, I've got to work with what I have." said England, feigning a dramatic sigh. America just rolled his hips up and moaned.
But damn the Brit, it didn't get him anywhere. England's hand remained ever-so-lightly resting on top of his groin, providing nothing more than a teasing friction.
Suck them like you want to suck me, like you want to be sucked the words rang through Alfred's head as he got the perfect, evil idea to get what he wanted. He shifted, then grabbed the back of Arthur's wrist and pushed it into his mouth until the man's hand was nearly all the way in. He took those wonderful, leather-smoothed fingers as far as he could, gagging a little at first, tongue never hesitating in its frantic attempt to clean the leather.
"Oh fuck, America, watching that is too damn hot. You're unfair." England said, a hint of a moan tainting his voice. But his fingers slid into Alfred's tented boxers and closed over his aching shaft.
America moved the hand in and out. England moved his up and down.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and England tightened his grip. The seams on those beautiful, buttery leather gloves pushed into Alfred's cock, into his tongue, and before he knew it muffled, needy sounds escaped his mouth. He thrust up hard through the perfect smoothness and oh god he was losing it
"Now Alfred, it won't do to have you come while I'm neglected. Besides, wouldn't you rather feel these gloves in other places?" said the Brit, pulling his hands from his lover's pants and mouth. He then undid his pants and stood, back to the wall, legs apart.
"Come on, leather slut, I don't want to do all the work here." growled England, grabbing America's curl and using it to yank him forward."The least you can do is suck my dick the way you were sucking my hand. Then maybe I'd let you get off, hmm?" America didn't need anymore telling, he kissed up the side of the beautiful cock in front of him, then took it in.
As he swallowed Arthur's length, he mused on the lovely texture, far softer than leather, but just as smooth. Heavenly, this whole experience was heavenly and it was driving him wild. The flushed member in his mouth, the hand in his hair twisting just hard enough, the delicate fingers tracing down his back, lower and lower. Wait where is he-
Alfred choked for a second as those perfect leather digits slid into him, wet from his earlier suckling. One....two...and another. He moaned and purred, hips rocking back, trying to impale himself further.
"There, once you have your ass and throat filled, you'll do anything. Such a whore, but at least you're my whore. Maybe tonight I'll get you a pretty leather collar and make you wear it around, what do you think?" America responded by taking the cock further, taunting and teasing with all of his skills, making his tormentor moan. His hands crept up, under England's shirt, and his nails raked down, undoubtedly leaving marks. He was rewarded with England's fingers massaging his prostate, curses spilling from his lips. A second later come flowed down his throat, hot and thick.
He was desperate, about to beg England to ohgodyespleasetouchhimtherepleaseplease, but Arthur was one step ahead of him, pushing Alfred back, then seizing his member in a gloved hand. Four quick strokes brought up an orgasm that tore through Alfred's mind, making the world go white as he tried not to scream too loud. I love this, I love Arthur, and I'll always want more
After a few seconds of panting, a gloved hand, sticky with semen was brought to his lips. "Clean." ordered England. "I don't want stains." When he was done, England gave him a devilish smile, stood up and said softly, "See you at the hotel, dearie. Tata!" and walked off.
Re: England/America, glove fetish Part 2/?
anonymous
November 20 2010, 04:50:33 UTC
AuthorAnon here saying that's all folks! Hope everyone loved it, feel free to comment. I may be writing more leatherslut!America in the future, so keep an eye out. Hugs and love, AuthorAnon
Re: OP!Anon
anonymous
November 21 2010, 01:54:12 UTC
*authoranon does happy dance* Yay! First time writing smut to that degree and actually using some of my personal kinks, so I'm happy you liked it! I was so worried everyone would dislike it, I'm sooo relieved it was well recieved! On to the next fill! Ciao <3!
America has to admit it to himself, he had a major hand fetish. Especially Arthur's hands, the way the long fingers smoothed his hair back, brushed the steering wheel on their way to a meeting, or flicked gently through paperwork. Thin but strong, like the rest of England, capable of inflicting hurt or, imagined America, the sexiest of touches.
Was he going to admit that to England? Hell nooo In fact one of these days-
WHAM!
"Sorry I'm late everybody, my car broke down in my garage and I had to ride my motorcycle. In the rain." sighed England. Everyone stared, most of them wondering What the hell? I didn't know England rode motorcycles
Everyone except Alfred. He was staring at Arthur's hand, resting on the door.
To be specific, the drop of rain running down the back of the leather glove he wore.
The fucking leather gloves he was wearing America shifted in his seat, his tailored jeans suddenly way too tight. Oblivious to his predicament, England walked over, shook his hair, and flopped in the seat next to America. China began his presentation, Greece snored, Russia glared, Spain beamed, England dripped and America tried his hardest not to look to his right.
Halfway through the meeting, he was convinced England was intentionally torturing him. He had spent the whole time fiddling with his pen, running his gloved hands through his still-wet hair and even chewing and biting the gloves. Then he stood up, took off his jacket and sat back down with the gloves still on! Damn him! He was not, not, not going to go into the bathroom and jerk off like a mad man. He could sit through one damn meeting if it killed him. When Arthur licked his fingers, it nearly did.
After the meeting, Alfred was strolling down the hall, trying to remember what the hell anyone who had presented had said when he heard his name.
"Amerrrrriiicaaaa! Wait up!" yelled England,
The former turned in suprise, and was barreled over by the latter, who was running too fast on tile floors with wet shoes.
America hit the ground with an "oof" and Arthur landed on top of him.
He blinked a few times, trying not to see stars, then realized where England's hands were, one on his collar and the other on his lower stomach. His leg was pressing into America's hard on. These realizations made him babble something that was supposed to be "Get off me, you British jerk", but came out as unitelligible mush. England stared down at him for a few seconds, then slowly a wide smile spread across his face. "So, you're a leather slut, huh?"
Alfred just moaned.
"Then what if I did this?" smirked England, running his fingers up America's neck and across his face, then traced his lips before forcing them into the waiting mouth.
America could barely think as the leather-covered digits ran across his teeth and over his tongue, invading his mouth, better than any of his fantasies.
"Suck them like you want to suck me, like you want to be sucked" England said, forcing his gloved hand deeper "Take them in"
America whimpered and complied, doing his best do deep-throat the longed-for fingers. He barely noticed as England's other hand slid south until he was cupped through the fabric, and a slow, burning massage began. He choked for a second, allowing the hand to slip deeper, then resumed licking and laving like he was told.
"Good boy, Alfred, treating these gloves right. They're premium quality leather, can't you feel how soft they are? I just had to get them, and watching you work on them like a good little slut is worth it."
Damn it, how'd he find out about my leather fetish?
To be continued! Hope you liked it, please comment!
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http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/lave
I do think you have great potential here, but there are a few mistakes that an editor could catch. What it feels like is something that "rolled hot off the press" rather than something you went back and re-edited.
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ReCaptcha says: Korbinian Thoria. Well then.
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I'd love it if you put a space between paragraphs, though. OP!Anon has a very crappy sight.
Once again, thank you!
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Dirty-talking, leather-clad England? Win fucking win.
Please continue, anon!
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But damn the Brit, it didn't get him anywhere. England's hand remained ever-so-lightly resting on top of his groin, providing nothing more than a teasing friction.
Suck them like you want to suck me, like you want to be sucked the words rang through Alfred's head as he got the perfect, evil idea to get what he wanted. He shifted, then grabbed the back of Arthur's wrist and pushed it into his mouth until the man's hand was nearly all the way in. He took those wonderful, leather-smoothed fingers as far as he could, gagging a little at first, tongue never hesitating in its frantic attempt to clean the leather.
"Oh fuck, America, watching that is too damn hot. You're unfair." England said, a hint of a moan tainting his voice. But his fingers slid into Alfred's tented boxers and closed over his aching shaft.
America moved the hand in and out. England moved his up and down.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and England tightened his grip. The seams on those beautiful, buttery leather gloves pushed into Alfred's cock, into his tongue, and before he knew it muffled, needy sounds escaped his mouth. He thrust up hard through the perfect smoothness and oh god he was losing it
"Now Alfred, it won't do to have you come while I'm neglected. Besides, wouldn't you rather feel these gloves in other places?" said the Brit, pulling his hands from his lover's pants and mouth. He then undid his pants and stood, back to the wall, legs apart.
"Come on, leather slut, I don't want to do all the work here." growled England, grabbing America's curl and using it to yank him forward."The least you can do is suck my dick the way you were sucking my hand. Then maybe I'd let you get off, hmm?" America didn't need anymore telling, he kissed up the side of the beautiful cock in front of him, then took it in.
As he swallowed Arthur's length, he mused on the lovely texture, far softer than leather, but just as smooth. Heavenly, this whole experience was heavenly and it was driving him wild. The flushed member in his mouth, the hand in his hair twisting just hard enough, the delicate fingers tracing down his back, lower and lower. Wait where is he-
Alfred choked for a second as those perfect leather digits slid into him, wet from his earlier suckling. One....two...and another. He moaned and purred, hips rocking back, trying to impale himself further.
"There, once you have your ass and throat filled, you'll do anything. Such a whore, but at least you're my whore. Maybe tonight I'll get you a pretty leather collar and make you wear it around, what do you think?" America responded by taking the cock further, taunting and teasing with all of his skills, making his tormentor moan. His hands crept up, under England's shirt, and his nails raked down, undoubtedly leaving marks. He was rewarded with England's fingers massaging his prostate, curses spilling from his lips. A second later come flowed down his throat, hot and thick.
He was desperate, about to beg England to ohgodyespleasetouchhimtherepleaseplease, but Arthur was one step ahead of him, pushing Alfred back, then seizing his member in a gloved hand. Four quick strokes brought up an orgasm that tore through Alfred's mind, making the world go white as he tried not to scream too loud. I love this, I love Arthur, and I'll always want more
After a few seconds of panting, a gloved hand, sticky with semen was brought to his lips. "Clean." ordered England. "I don't want stains."
When he was done, England gave him a devilish smile, stood up and said softly, "See you at the hotel, dearie. Tata!" and walked off.
Tonight was going to be wonderful.
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Hugs and love,
AuthorAnon
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*prepares stalking supplies*
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Shall I set up a campfire and bust out the stalking-this-thread-forever marshmallows? :D
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This is way too hot. The dirty talk made me weak in the knees.
You are a genius, Author!Anon
And thank you for the spacing :D
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I was so worried everyone would dislike it, I'm sooo relieved it was well recieved! On to the next fill! Ciao <3!
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I would gladly like to see more.
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