Sky High. (3/4)
anonymous
April 12 2011, 02:42:30 UTC
“Shh,” England warned again, drawing America closer as he moved himself in the seat to be as obscured as possible from view. There was no room to stretch out unless either wished to be bent in half on the floor, so he nudged his chin closer into the crook of the blond’s neck as his fingers roamed, arm between the seat and the other male’s back. Alfred’s head bumped against his as he pushed in, pressing his nose into his face painfully and this time the Brit sushed for comfort instead of safety.
The position didn’t feel good for him either, hardly comfortable, but in order to make the reach he had to. To the relief of his worry, it didn’t take long for America to groan, lifting his hips as the other pried and explored. Arthur felt somehow comforted by this - at least it had been clearly a long time since he’d allowed anyone to take him, and, by the looks, that was still England himself that last time. Boy was too faithful.
He kissed him again, trying to be careful not to leave obvious welts while attempting to ease the awkwardness till he found that spot - damn, maybe they should have opted for the bathroom. America’s teeth caught on his cheek as he attempted to meet face to face again and Arthur leaned the slightest so they could meet properly. They were being loud and wet with their sounds but he didn’t care anymore. He felt Alfred swallow as his middle finger just finally brushed that spot, causing almost all of the tension to flood from the American on a dime. Quickly England readjusted as to not lose the spot or the pace, sliding down with his shoulder between seat and body.
Out of kissing range and only dealing with the pure pleasure of finger fucking, Alfred was at least coherent enough to whisper the alarm of “Oh, shit, Iggs!” when the curtains moved again up the aisle.
Right, because he had enough time to remove his hand from his (male) partner’s ass and seem as if they weren’t just doing something incredibly raunchy on the expensive first Class seats. Arthur dropped his head down onto America’s shoulder, setting his jaw tight as he tried to get his own breathing in check while willing his eyes loosely shut.
As the lady approached, he could feel as the ‘awake’ nation smiled at her, his hand patting the top of his sleeping co-worker's head affectionately. England wiggled his fingers in some sort of retaliation, his hand still exactly where it had been before. America stiffened beside him, but as soon as the curtain pulled closed again, his mouth was being ravaged again.
“You’re quite far along already, boy,” the Brit tried between hungry kisses, shifting his cramping arm. America squirmed before him, lifting his hips again to try and gain any friction on his front while hands held him slightly above the seat as to not squish England. God, anything pressing back on him would be amazing.
“B-Been a while, b-babe,” he settled on, catching himself before blurting the words out as Arthur found his leverage again. While he had decided on not leaving noticeable marks for the morning, the red welts he was leaving currently felt cool, the wet splotches alone causing the American to shiver every time the other pulled away.
After a moment when England’s hands finally, finally, found their way down the front of his pants, Alfred didn’t have very much left in him for will power. Bucking against his soft palm, he nuzzled the closest part he could manage, Arthur’s ear, and came with a strangled moan. Clever and expert, Britian’s hands kept moving, riding him out fully until he was spent and mostly collapsed across his partner’s chest. They meet gazes in the middle, the blond carefully withdrawing his hand while tenderly, respectively, tucking him back in at the front.
Rolling over the slightest in his lap, Alfred practically thrust his nose into Arthur’s crotch, causing a startled yelp to fall above him. Instead of being rejected, sticky fingers curled into his hair as the older male slid higher in his chair. America moved again, smirking as he nuzzled the other through the fabric of his dress pants.
“Dear lord, that alone!” Arthur groaned, unable to stop himself as the optimistic blond realized exactly how hard he had managed to get with only a few presses of his nose.
Sky High. (4/4)
anonymous
April 12 2011, 02:44:57 UTC
They both froze for a moment, their loud, uneven breathing overpowering the sounds of snoring - he watched with flickering emerald eyes as no one moved. England sighed softly, curling his cum slicked hand a little tighter. They’d look like complete messes even if they didn’t get caught in the act.
Alfred pressed hard again, breathing through the front of his pants, ultimately too satisfied with his cocky smirk once England came easily, only a few teasing touches before a new pair of trousers was warranted.
They remained like that for a moment, Arthur running his hands through his boy’s hair as America tried to find a way to lay without sticking his feet in the aisle or bending in half with his soles firmly on the floor. Both of their breathing had evened out, falling alongside the other sleeping passengers. Alfred had mumbled something childish about him always ‘being loud in the sack’ but he’d cut him off with a sharp rap to the ear, only breaking his finger movements for a moment.
As the sun moved up hours later, Britain leaned down, watching America sleep through his own lazy emerald eyes. “Too good for me lad, always too good.”
Author's Notes: Uhm. I hope it satisfies, OP, the prompt was so tasty but it got a bit away from me in the end. Or start. In general. It's so hard to write these two without middle! :)
Re: Sky High. (4/4)
anonymous
April 12 2011, 23:43:11 UTC
Soo soo sexy :) I like how you took a prompt that could've been cheesy (cheesy in a delicious way, NOT A BAD WAY, OP *LOFFS*) and made it such that they were both aware of getting caught, and aware of being too obvious, and try to deal with their "problems" as discreetly as possible.
Submissive!US is delicious :DDD
Thanks for writing this sexy fill author!anon! And thanks to the OP for making this yummy request!
I loved it, A!A! The smut was delicious and I love how you made the interactions clear (no missing limbs, LOL) and sexy while realistically adjusting to their environment. I think you make their relationship realistic and human, very IC.
A!A's Thank Yous. ;u;
anonymous
April 13 2011, 22:02:04 UTC
Thank all of you for the warm comments, it makes me so happy to see and read that all after a long day. I'm happy I satisfied OP and contented a few readers along the way!
@Anon One: Thank you, I tried to make it as practical and believable as possible with the build up. Random smut just never falls right in place. @Anon Two: Submissive!America is always delicious, agreed. B) @ OP: I think that's the first time I've been introduced to the idea of missing limbs, haha, thank you, I'm happy to have filled, too! @Anon Three: Please, breathe! xD It can't be Arthur without a little inner banter, no?
Re: Sky High. (4/4)
anonymous
May 11 2011, 19:16:32 UTC
So much love for this fill. Everything the above anons said about submissive!America, no missing limbs and England and America being very aware of limited space and how they might get caught.
Plus it wasn't sex in the aeroplane bathroom, which is definitely what I expected, and this is just original. I haven't seen this before.
Smut with relationship is a huge kink of mine and I love how well you did it, you encorporated hints of the relationship without writing long paragraphs in a prompt that really wasn't too suited for it.
The position didn’t feel good for him either, hardly comfortable, but in order to make the reach he had to. To the relief of his worry, it didn’t take long for America to groan, lifting his hips as the other pried and explored. Arthur felt somehow comforted by this - at least it had been clearly a long time since he’d allowed anyone to take him, and, by the looks, that was still England himself that last time. Boy was too faithful.
He kissed him again, trying to be careful not to leave obvious welts while attempting to ease the awkwardness till he found that spot - damn, maybe they should have opted for the bathroom. America’s teeth caught on his cheek as he attempted to meet face to face again and Arthur leaned the slightest so they could meet properly. They were being loud and wet with their sounds but he didn’t care anymore. He felt Alfred swallow as his middle finger just finally brushed that spot, causing almost all of the tension to flood from the American on a dime. Quickly England readjusted as to not lose the spot or the pace, sliding down with his shoulder between seat and body.
Out of kissing range and only dealing with the pure pleasure of finger fucking, Alfred was at least coherent enough to whisper the alarm of “Oh, shit, Iggs!” when the curtains moved again up the aisle.
Right, because he had enough time to remove his hand from his (male) partner’s ass and seem as if they weren’t just doing something incredibly raunchy on the expensive first Class seats. Arthur dropped his head down onto America’s shoulder, setting his jaw tight as he tried to get his own breathing in check while willing his eyes loosely shut.
As the lady approached, he could feel as the ‘awake’ nation smiled at her, his hand patting the top of his sleeping co-worker's head affectionately. England wiggled his fingers in some sort of retaliation, his hand still exactly where it had been before. America stiffened beside him, but as soon as the curtain pulled closed again, his mouth was being ravaged again.
“You’re quite far along already, boy,” the Brit tried between hungry kisses, shifting his cramping arm. America squirmed before him, lifting his hips again to try and gain any friction on his front while hands held him slightly above the seat as to not squish England. God, anything pressing back on him would be amazing.
“B-Been a while, b-babe,” he settled on, catching himself before blurting the words out as Arthur found his leverage again. While he had decided on not leaving noticeable marks for the morning, the red welts he was leaving currently felt cool, the wet splotches alone causing the American to shiver every time the other pulled away.
After a moment when England’s hands finally, finally, found their way down the front of his pants, Alfred didn’t have very much left in him for will power. Bucking against his soft palm, he nuzzled the closest part he could manage, Arthur’s ear, and came with a strangled moan. Clever and expert, Britian’s hands kept moving, riding him out fully until he was spent and mostly collapsed across his partner’s chest. They meet gazes in the middle, the blond carefully withdrawing his hand while tenderly, respectively, tucking him back in at the front.
Rolling over the slightest in his lap, Alfred practically thrust his nose into Arthur’s crotch, causing a startled yelp to fall above him. Instead of being rejected, sticky fingers curled into his hair as the older male slid higher in his chair. America moved again, smirking as he nuzzled the other through the fabric of his dress pants.
“Dear lord, that alone!” Arthur groaned, unable to stop himself as the optimistic blond realized exactly how hard he had managed to get with only a few presses of his nose.
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Alfred pressed hard again, breathing through the front of his pants, ultimately too satisfied with his cocky smirk once England came easily, only a few teasing touches before a new pair of trousers was warranted.
They remained like that for a moment, Arthur running his hands through his boy’s hair as America tried to find a way to lay without sticking his feet in the aisle or bending in half with his soles firmly on the floor. Both of their breathing had evened out, falling alongside the other sleeping passengers. Alfred had mumbled something childish about him always ‘being loud in the sack’ but he’d cut him off with a sharp rap to the ear, only breaking his finger movements for a moment.
As the sun moved up hours later, Britain leaned down, watching America sleep through his own lazy emerald eyes. “Too good for me lad, always too good.”
Author's Notes: Uhm. I hope it satisfies, OP, the prompt was so tasty but it got a bit away from me in the end. Or start. In general. It's so hard to write these two without middle! :)
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An excellent fill, if you ask me.
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I like how you took a prompt that could've been cheesy (cheesy in a delicious way, NOT A BAD WAY, OP *LOFFS*) and made it such that they were both aware of getting caught, and aware of being too obvious, and try to deal with their "problems" as discreetly as possible.
Submissive!US is delicious :DDD
Thanks for writing this sexy fill author!anon!
And thanks to the OP for making this yummy request!
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Thank you SO much for this!
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"Because being a man was never an excuse for dry hands, thank you very much. "
I tell you, that line had me on the floor laughing hard! you are really awesome!
xD
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@Anon One: Thank you, I tried to make it as practical and believable as possible with the build up. Random smut just never falls right in place.
@Anon Two: Submissive!America is always delicious, agreed. B)
@ OP: I think that's the first time I've been introduced to the idea of missing limbs, haha, thank you, I'm happy to have filled, too!
@Anon Three: Please, breathe! xD It can't be Arthur without a little inner banter, no?
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Plus it wasn't sex in the aeroplane bathroom, which is definitely what I expected, and this is just original. I haven't seen this before.
Smut with relationship is a huge kink of mine and I love how well you did it, you encorporated hints of the relationship without writing long paragraphs in a prompt that really wasn't too suited for it.
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