[Part 14] UK Rimming US - tuck into silk [2/2]
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January 22 2011, 08:17:49 UTC
One of America’s hands wraps around England with fingers pointing at the head. With each bob down, America’s mouth spreads a little wider to suck at his fingers. Within a few of England’s thrusts, they’re coated in cooling saliva.
Before it can dry, America takes both of his hands away from England’s cock. The dry one grasps one of England’s bent legs and moves it to the side, while the wet one bends around the other leg and probes at England’s entrance, pushing in without warning. England’s cries out as much as he can when his tongue is clamped between cramped walls, and America’s teeth graze his foreskin as he grins. Playing with the knowledge of experience, America finds England’s prostate with the second finger, and England has to back away as he throws his head to the side and calls out America’s name as he comes in his mouth, taking both of them by surprise. America chokes a little as he tries to swallow, but misses a large portion of England’s come. It drips down his face and England’s cock onto his stomach.
As England comes to his senses, the first thing he’s aware of is America’s strangled whining above him and his desperate grinding against England’s chest for anything, any scrap of friction, and he crashes instead of floats down. He flips them over and wraps his arms around him, lifting his ass enough to be able to wipe his tongue down the underside of America’s cock, over his balls, nipping hard at his perineum, and America shouts as his come spurts out and mixes with England’s. England lets his arms fall away and flops backwards to lie beside America, both gasping for breath.
When England feels like he can walk without his knees caving in, he stands and fetches a washcloth from his bathroom, not bothering to wait for the hot water to soak it and bring it back to the bed. He wipes down America’s chest and face first, kissing him softly when he finishes and getting a sated smile in return. When he cleans himself up as well, America sits up with a groan and takes the dirty towel from him, stumbling to the bathroom and dropping it in the general area of the clothes hamper.
England climbs over and under the sheets and holds them up for America to crawl in beside him. England tucks his face into the crook between
America’s neck and shoulder, sighing into his skin as they wrap up in each other.
“Good night, my love,” England mutters. America’s arms tighten around his waist.
“Love ya, too.”
As England drifts off, his mind wanders to the four marks in the top of his headboard that have completely ruined the worth of his bed. He shrugs slightly and lets it go. They’ll be there tomorrow, when he has energy to chew America out appropriately.
Before it can dry, America takes both of his hands away from England’s cock. The dry one grasps one of England’s bent legs and moves it to the side, while the wet one bends around the other leg and probes at England’s entrance, pushing in without warning. England’s cries out as much as he can when his tongue is clamped between cramped walls, and America’s teeth graze his foreskin as he grins. Playing with the knowledge of experience, America finds England’s prostate with the second finger, and England has to back away as he throws his head to the side and calls out America’s name as he comes in his mouth, taking both of them by surprise. America chokes a little as he tries to swallow, but misses a large portion of England’s come. It drips down his face and England’s cock onto his stomach.
As England comes to his senses, the first thing he’s aware of is America’s strangled whining above him and his desperate grinding against England’s chest for anything, any scrap of friction, and he crashes instead of floats down. He flips them over and wraps his arms around him, lifting his ass enough to be able to wipe his tongue down the underside of America’s cock, over his balls, nipping hard at his perineum, and America shouts as his come spurts out and mixes with England’s. England lets his arms fall away and flops backwards to lie beside America, both gasping for breath.
When England feels like he can walk without his knees caving in, he stands and fetches a washcloth from his bathroom, not bothering to wait for the hot water to soak it and bring it back to the bed. He wipes down America’s chest and face first, kissing him softly when he finishes and getting a sated smile in return. When he cleans himself up as well, America sits up with a groan and takes the dirty towel from him, stumbling to the bathroom and dropping it in the general area of the clothes hamper.
England climbs over and under the sheets and holds them up for America to crawl in beside him. England tucks his face into the crook between
America’s neck and shoulder, sighing into his skin as they wrap up in each other.
“Good night, my love,” England mutters. America’s arms tighten around his waist.
“Love ya, too.”
As England drifts off, his mind wanders to the four marks in the top of his headboard that have completely ruined the worth of his bed. He shrugs slightly and lets it go. They’ll be there tomorrow, when he has energy to chew America out appropriately.
{A/N: Guys. What did I just write.}
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The last sentence kept my attention. I mean, exactly how will England "chew America out"? xDD You've ruined me ♥
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Mmm...just as good the second go round.
And I like your title! i is both sweet and sexy at the same time!
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{A/N: Guys. What did I just write.}
YOU JUST WROTE AWESOME. THAT IS WHAT YOU JUST WROTE.
OMG with the hot and the positions, and America being all desperate at the end...
I repeat: hnnnnnnng.
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