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!
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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