the sound of silence. 1b/1
anonymous
January 25 2011, 14:26:54 UTC
America slides the sound in, slowly, millimetre by millimetre and Canada freezes, mouth opening in a silent scream. As much as he hates to admit it, he likes being filled completely; the way it burns, the sweet friction of metal underneath hot flesh feels so good that he moans incoherently, wanting more. Somehow, with liquid barely leaking from his tip as America teases him mercilessly, angling the sound upwards, probing deeper, he manages to find brief respite from the hell he is now living in. America licks at the crook of Canada's neck, then nibbles gently, teeth slowly piercing the sensitive skin as he withdraws the sound.
Canada hates how he becomes a quivering mess merely from America's ministrations. He slides the sound in again and sweet heavens above it feels goddamned wonderful and when America presses down lightly on his perineum, pulling the sound out, he spills his seed all over his brother's hand.
America kisses him, tongue ravishing his mouth, fingers trailing down to his entrance, stretching him, using his seed as lubricant as he unzips his trousers, freeing his erection. With a single thrust, he sheathes himself in him and thrusts fervently and before long, he reaches his climax (because, you see, he almost came in his trousers when Canada spilled white all over his hand). He doesn't pull out until much later and Canada is trembling in his arms, tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes.
"Canada," America whispers, strawberry blonde hair falling into his eyes. "I will protect you no matter what," he runs his fingers through his brother's hair, cradling his head.
Canada tries to struggle, but it is useless. He tries to speak, he wants to say something but it's stuck in his throat - he knows his words will hurt America as much as it will hurt himself - so he forces it down until it chokes him and tears start leaking from the corners of his eyes but he doesn't stop until he can swallow the pain because if he doesn't, there will be no turning back, no way to fix things, no way to put everything back together again. Canada looks up at his brother impassively and America averts his gaze. He bites his lip.
Then who will protect me from you?
Eep, I meant tell me if you don't want dubcon and I'll rewrite. Uh, hope you liked it anyway T-T (runs away)
Re: the sound of silence. 1b/1
anonymous
January 25 2011, 16:25:11 UTC
This is one of my most favorite kinks, so, yaaa-y! But I have to say, even though sequel would sound fantastic, I would much rather see the prequel to this mess of a relationship...
Oh, wow, anon! I don't mind dub-con at all (but if you want to do a consensual version I would love you for always :) That was HOT STUFF, anon ... loved the way you handled the smut, and the events surrounding it definitely have me interested. *joins chanting for sequel/prequel*
Canada hates how he becomes a quivering mess merely from America's ministrations. He slides the sound in again and sweet heavens above it feels goddamned wonderful and when America presses down lightly on his perineum, pulling the sound out, he spills his seed all over his brother's hand.
America kisses him, tongue ravishing his mouth, fingers trailing down to his entrance, stretching him, using his seed as lubricant as he unzips his trousers, freeing his erection. With a single thrust, he sheathes himself in him and thrusts fervently and before long, he reaches his climax (because, you see, he almost came in his trousers when Canada spilled white all over his hand). He doesn't pull out until much later and Canada is trembling in his arms, tears threatening to fall from the corners of his eyes.
"Canada," America whispers, strawberry blonde hair falling into his eyes. "I will protect you no matter what," he runs his fingers through his brother's hair, cradling his head.
Canada tries to struggle, but it is useless. He tries to speak, he wants to say something but it's stuck in his throat - he knows his words will hurt America as much as it will hurt himself - so he forces it down until it chokes him and tears start leaking from the corners of his eyes but he doesn't stop until he can swallow the pain because if he doesn't, there will be no turning back, no way to fix things, no way to put everything back together again. Canada looks up at his brother impassively and America averts his gaze. He bites his lip.
Then who will protect me from you?
Eep, I meant tell me if you don't want dubcon and I'll rewrite. Uh, hope you liked it anyway T-T (runs away)
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Sequel! Squeal! Sequel!
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Yeaaaaahhhhh I liked it. Way to tackle a seldom-seen kink, and mix all sorts of freaky possessiveness shit in there with it.
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But I have to say, even though sequel would sound fantastic, I would much rather see the prequel to this mess of a relationship...
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I LIKE THE "SOUND" OF BOTH A PREQUEL AND A SEQUEL~!
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