It happens to everyone
anonymous
April 18 2011, 03:33:03 UTC
Although I think America tops most of the time, I am not a subscriber to the theory that the order can't be switched. So. Have some top!England.
“Oh god, yes, right there, please!”
“Hha- you’re always so loud...”
“S’all your fault- ah!” America squirmed. He couldn’t help it. He liked to top, but England, England was brilliant and he couldn’t help but turn into putty every time. Even if some little part of him didn’t like not being in charge, the rest of him was too busy moaning in pleasure to care. “England, I love you,” he panted, running his hands up those pale thighs and giving the other’s ass a good, hard squeeze.
England cried out, green eyes widening in shock. He pulled out rapidly, backing up as if America had suddenly turned into a horrible monster. Oh, fuck. Had he screwed up? The “l” word had mostly been pillow talk before. Shit. Had he scared him? “Jesus, England, I didn’t mean it- no, wait, I did but seriously I’m sorry, no, uhm...” England was crouched at the foot of the bed, blushing furiously.
“I-idiot,” he mumbled, crossing his legs. Oh man, he didn’t even want America to look at... wait. Okay, either America had somehow managed to scare away England’s hard-on, or...
“Did you just come?” he asked, incredulous. The smaller nation turned even redder and ducked his head, muttering obscenities. Now that he thought about it, he could feel a familiar warmth between his legs. Since there was nothing else in there (woe), it had to be...
“Shut up,” England muttered, hanging his head. “Don’t look at me.” Then his head snapped back up. “Why are you laughing, you bloody ingrate!”
He was laughing? Oops. America slapped a hand over his mouth, but that only seemed to make England angrier. Damn. “I- sorry? Didn’t mean to?” Man, nervous laughter was a really, really bad habit. He ought to try to get rid of it some time.
England’s head dropped back down, resting in the cradle formed by his knees. “I should be apologizing,” he muttered. “Thousands of years of experience, and this happens? I... are you laughing again? Stop it!”
“Oh my god, England, you have no idea how much better this makes me feel!” America blurted, and launched across the bed to hug his boyfriend. The Brit sputtered in outrage, trying to push the exuberant superpower away. “Really, dude!”
“Don’t use that ridiculous slang with me! Explain yourself.”
America pulled away so he could look England right in the face. “Man, do you know how hard it is, having sex with you? I mean, I’m a hero, I’m totally a catch, but you probably had a bajillion lovers who all knew how to do it better! I feel kinda like, you know, a downgrade. But this! This means you’re human! Well, about as human as we can get, anyway... uh... you’re not mad, right?”
The color of England’s face could make a tomato jealous. “I... I didn’t know you felt that way,” he stammered. “So, I suppose I’m... glad? And are... are you sure this isn’t a, ah, problem?”
“What? Jizzing early?” America ignored the look of disgust on the smaller nation’s face at the juvenile term. “Nah. Hell, I’m sure it’s going to happen to me, too, sometime. I’m just glad you did it first- pun not intended.”
“Oh. Well. I am sorry,” the island nation sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was even more disheveled than usual, sticking up at gravity-defying angles.
“Sympathy blowjob?” America asked, gesturing at his still-hard cock.
“Oh god, yes, right there, please!”
“Hha- you’re always so loud...”
“S’all your fault- ah!” America squirmed. He couldn’t help it. He liked to top, but England, England was brilliant and he couldn’t help but turn into putty every time. Even if some little part of him didn’t like not being in charge, the rest of him was too busy moaning in pleasure to care. “England, I love you,” he panted, running his hands up those pale thighs and giving the other’s ass a good, hard squeeze.
England cried out, green eyes widening in shock. He pulled out rapidly, backing up as if America had suddenly turned into a horrible monster. Oh, fuck. Had he screwed up? The “l” word had mostly been pillow talk before. Shit. Had he scared him? “Jesus, England, I didn’t mean it- no, wait, I did but seriously I’m sorry, no, uhm...” England was crouched at the foot of the bed, blushing furiously.
“I-idiot,” he mumbled, crossing his legs. Oh man, he didn’t even want America to look at... wait. Okay, either America had somehow managed to scare away England’s hard-on, or...
“Did you just come?” he asked, incredulous. The smaller nation turned even redder and ducked his head, muttering obscenities. Now that he thought about it, he could feel a familiar warmth between his legs. Since there was nothing else in there (woe), it had to be...
“Shut up,” England muttered, hanging his head. “Don’t look at me.” Then his head snapped back up. “Why are you laughing, you bloody ingrate!”
He was laughing? Oops. America slapped a hand over his mouth, but that only seemed to make England angrier. Damn. “I- sorry? Didn’t mean to?” Man, nervous laughter was a really, really bad habit. He ought to try to get rid of it some time.
England’s head dropped back down, resting in the cradle formed by his knees. “I should be apologizing,” he muttered. “Thousands of years of experience, and this happens? I... are you laughing again? Stop it!”
“Oh my god, England, you have no idea how much better this makes me feel!” America blurted, and launched across the bed to hug his boyfriend. The Brit sputtered in outrage, trying to push the exuberant superpower away. “Really, dude!”
“Don’t use that ridiculous slang with me! Explain yourself.”
America pulled away so he could look England right in the face. “Man, do you know how hard it is, having sex with you? I mean, I’m a hero, I’m totally a catch, but you probably had a bajillion lovers who all knew how to do it better! I feel kinda like, you know, a downgrade. But this! This means you’re human! Well, about as human as we can get, anyway... uh... you’re not mad, right?”
The color of England’s face could make a tomato jealous. “I... I didn’t know you felt that way,” he stammered. “So, I suppose I’m... glad? And are... are you sure this isn’t a, ah, problem?”
“What? Jizzing early?” America ignored the look of disgust on the smaller nation’s face at the juvenile term. “Nah. Hell, I’m sure it’s going to happen to me, too, sometime. I’m just glad you did it first- pun not intended.”
“Oh. Well. I am sorry,” the island nation sighed, running a hand through his hair. It was even more disheveled than usual, sticking up at gravity-defying angles.
“Sympathy blowjob?” America asked, gesturing at his still-hard cock.
“The least I can do, I suppose.”
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semi-crackiness aside, this was really cute and sweet in a way.
and i love the ending for some reason XD
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i am fucking awesome at compliments XD
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I kid, this was surprisingly sweet in a cracktastic way. Good job!
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-Not!OP
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Anyway, this was cute and really amusing. ;) Right on.
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This fill made me smile--it's cute and fluffy and silly.
So cute :DD
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