Shaking Like Jello (2/5)
anonymous
April 22 2011, 18:46:16 UTC
"Whenever I..." he looked away, "Whenever I..."
"Whenever you what?" England asked, still glaring at him.
America took a shuddering breath, "I'm a whiny little bitch, okay?"
"Well, yeah, I noticed. I'm asking why we haven't shagged yet."
"No, I mean it literally. Whenever I... y'know... try to do it, I get super passive and stuff, and I... I yell. A lot. And I really," he looked away and felt himself blush, "I really like it up the ass."
"Is that what's been bothering you?"
"Yeah," America looked back at him. England's eyes were as big as dinner plates and his mouth was slightly agape, "Yeah it was."
"You idiot!" England yelled, balling his fists.
"Please, don't be mad! It's just the way that I am. I can try to-"
"I've been denied sex for over a year just because you need to be a fairy? What the hell is wrong with you?"
America blinked, "You don't mind?"
"Don't mind? Of course I don't mind! The only reason that it took me so long to try to court you in the first place was that I had to make peace with the fact that I was sure you'd want to bend me over a table."
"No! Oh, hell no."
England smirked, just like before. However, if it had previously been hungry, now it was absolutely predatory.
"E-England?"
"Oh, poppet," He sat down right on America's lap and whispered in his ear in a way that made him stiffen and shiver, "Don't worry; I'm going to fuck your pretty little brains out onto the pillow."
America groaned loudly and wondered if this was what it was like to be a captive back when England was a pirate, "Oh please do."
England gave him a breathy laugh, "Alright, then, up to bed with you."
"R-right," America said.
England got off of him, and America led the way to his second floor bedroom. On the way up the stairs, he glanced back down at England. At that point, it became painfully clear that the older man was staring at his ass. America blushed.
"Like what you see?" He asked, hoping to embarrass his boyfriend.
"Oh, you have no idea," England said in that same pirate-y voice, but the flush across his cheeks showed that America hadn't completely failed.
Well, he'd take what he could get.
It seemed as though as soon as he opened the door England was upon him, attacking his neck with tongue and teeth. America let out a drawn-out high pitched whine.
"Like that, do you?" England asked, laughing against his skin.
"Yes!" America yelled.
"And you haven't even lost your trousers yet." England muttered, "This is going to be fun..."
America squirmed as thin fingers began to massage his ass, and silently prayed that England wouldn't just tease him into coming, even if the sick bastard would probably get off on just that. The younger nation noticed that he was on no uncertain terms being pushed backwards towards his bed. He wrapped his fingers in his boyfriend's messy hair as they fell backwards. England kicked off his shoes and they wriggled up so that America's head was on his pillow.
"Kiss me," the younger man whispered, gently pulling England's head up.
"No. I'd rather leave that mouth free for screaming, personally."
America really wanted to argue, but couldn't as right then was when England chose to reach down and shove his hand down the other man's pants. America let out a shout.
"You're not hard yet either. Good, I was afraid that you'd be some virgin with no stamina," The older nation said as he slid down his partner's body.
"I-I have stamina!" America snapped.
"Mmm, so you are a virgin, then?"
The American blushed and looked away. He hadn't meant for England to know that.
Shaking Like Jello (3/5)
anonymous
April 22 2011, 18:51:12 UTC
"It's alright, love." One hand traced the outline of America's junk through his boxers as the other one carefully began to unbutton his shirt, "I'll just make sure to take it extra slowly and make sure that you thoroughly enjoy being deflowered." he leaned down and sucked at the jut of the younger man's hip.
"God, England," America groaned, arching his back and pushing his cock against his boyfriend's hand.
"I'll help you out a little bit, shall I?" England asked. He unbuttoned America's jeans and pulled down the zipper with his teeth.
"You're so hot." The younger man said, running his fingers through England's hair.
The older man just laughed and tugged away the pants. He stroked America through his boxers, working him over with dexterity America didn't know he had. The younger man felt himself stiffen and let out another whine, begging England to jerk him off properly. The Brit quirked a lip up at him before bending down to cover the half-hard cock with the damp heat of his mouth.
"Oh! More, more!" America begged, shaking.
England laughed against him, and the vibrations made America shout. By that point his shirt was completely unbuttoned, so England spread the fabric apart. Fingers traced up America's stomach and chest at an agonizingly slow pace followed by lips and occasionally tongue.
"So bloody fit," England said, "So bloody sexy." And with that, he thrust his tongue into America's belly button, making the younger man shriek. The hands left America's stomach for a moment to undo their owner's belt and slacks, "Don't stop making those noises, America, don't ever stop."
Aforementioned blond was happy to comply, letting out shouts and squeals and everything in between as his boyfriend traced up and up, pausing only to torment his nipples for a few moments each. When England was finally, finally level with America, his proud smirk turned into a frown.
"Wha- what is it?" America asked.
"You're crying."
The larger man lifted an arm and gently felt along his eye. When he pulled away, the tips of his fingers were wet.
He chuckled, "I guess I am."
"I didn't hurt you somehow, did I?"
"No, it's just so good..."
England smiled sweetly down at him for a moment and took Texas from America's face, "Well, we can't leave these on, then, you'll get them covered in tears." He glanced at them thoughtfully for a few moments before sliding them on. "How do I look?"
"Sexy," America wanted to say, "Wonderful, amazing, awesome," something like that. However, what came out instead was, "Like you're wearing too many clothes."
England looked down at himself, "It seems I am. Care to help me rectify that?"
America smiled but didn't move.
"Alright then, I guess I'll just do it myself." The older blond said, smirking.
"Thank you, God," America thought.
England peeled off his sweater vest and flung it off somewhere to join America's jeans. Next went the necktie, which he untied quickly, but slowly slid off his neck. After that came his shirt, buttons slowly popping out of their holes one by one. He shucked his shirt and tossed it. England shifted so that he was sitting on America's belly and peeled off his socks. Both the underwear and the pants came off at the same time, and the younger male was too distracted by his boyfriend's cock, fully erect and now completely free, to notice what else happened. Dear Lord it was beautiful, straining and red with anticipation, big but not too big, long but not too long. America had experimented before with different vibrators and dildos, and he had the feeling that England would fill him perfectly.
The younger blond let out a groan that only intensified when England pulled off his own boxers.
"Lube?" The smaller nation asked.
America gestured with his head, "Top drawer, bedside table."
England nodded and fished around for it. America blushed when he thought about all the... other things that he had in that same drawer. However, the older man made no comment about it. He pulled out the bottle and coated three of his fingers in it.
Shaking Like Jello (4/5)
anonymous
April 22 2011, 18:53:15 UTC
(no one saw me deanon lalala)
"Erm, lift your arse a little, if you wouldn't mind."
"Oh, right!"
America complied and one slicked up finger slipped between his legs and began to circle his entrance. He groaned in frustration. England slid his finger inside about as quickly as grass grew. America bucked his hips, pulling it in all the way.
"Eager, are we?" England asked, blushing.
America could only whine as the finger began to explore his insides. After a few moments, England managed to find the spot that made America scream. The younger nation began to squirm and the other man placed his dry hand on his chest.
"Be still now, love," he said gently, sliding a second finger in and rubbing both of them against that spot.
"Eeeeeeengland!" America yelled, "Hurry up and fuck me!"
"In due time, love." He began a scissoring motion.
The additional pressure felt good, but America still needed more, and he told his boyfriend so.
"Okay, America, but could you try not to shout in my ear? It hurts rather badly." However, he did slip the last finger in, so what did it matter?
"Oh yeah. Like that, like that!"
"If you break your windows I'm not replacing them," England snarked.
"Mmm, shut up!"
"Only if you can make yourself less fun to tease," England said, giving his partner one last stretch before pulling out.
"Hey, come back," America said, pouting.
England scowled, "You made me wait a year to shag you; you can wait thirty seconds for me to slick myself up."
America looked down to see that his lover was in fact preparing himself. He flushed deeper as he watched England's fingers slide up and down his plump length, covering it in the gel. His body started to tremble in anticipation.
"Are you alright?" England asked as he stroked America's thigh, noticing the quivering muscle.
"Yeah, just excited."
England smiled, "I understand completely. So I suppose I don't need to ask you if you're sure?"
"No, because if you wasted that much time, I might have to hurt you."
England laughed and with practiced ease slid America's knees over his shoulders. He pushed forward, stretching the younger man's muscles as he lined himself up.
Little high-pitched squeaks kept escaping America's throat. He was so close, so close to being filled.
England leaned down and put his lips next to America's ear. "I love you."
"I love you too."
The older man placed a kiss on his lover's cheek and pushed in.
America threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs. He had never felt like this before. England was so hot, and to feel how the thing that was filling him so perfectly was connected to the weight that was bearing down on him in all the right ways was absolutely mind-blowing.
"God, America, so tight."
"Move!" America shouted as soon as he was able to draw in more breath.
"Oh, yes, yes! Just like that! Oh, right there! That's awesome! Don't stop, don't ever stop! Waaaahhhh! What the hell did you just do? God, do it again! England! Fuck! Oh, God! England! England!"
America opened his eyes to see England smile down at him through his glasses. Just seeing him like that, so happy, sweat just starting to bead on his forehead, and in the middle of fucking him, was probably the most arousing thing he'd ever seen. America threw an arm over his eyes. He couldn't bear to watch, it was just too beautiful.
As England found just the right angle to make stars appear behind America's eyes, the younger man's cries became nothing more than animalistic shouts and grunts. He couldn't even think in pictures, much less form words. After a few minutes, he noticed England's moaning joining his own. America's arm flopped back down beside him and he looked back up. England's eyes were closed now, his face screwed up in concentration as a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek. A gorgeous pink flush spread across his face and down his chest.
America was silent, just staring at the man above him.
Shaking Like Jello (5/5)
anonymous
April 22 2011, 18:54:49 UTC
England stopped, opening an eye and looking down.
"Why'd you stop?" America asked, noticing how rough his voice had become.
"You were quiet there," He panted, "I've never heard you quiet."
America smiled, "I'm sorry, your sexiness was distracting."
If anything, the pink color darkened, "T-thanks."
"Now move," America demanded, wiggling.
England didn't look back down at him, but thankfully he started to slide again. America let out another groan. However, he soon noticed that the other man's thrusts were now sporadic, not the nice steady rhythm from before. He must have been getting close.
America took one of England's hands in his own and guided it towards his cock. Intertwining fingers, the two began to pump him as in-time to England's thrusts as possible. Even with both of them racing to get the younger nation caught up, England still came first, shooting his seed deep inside of America. However, the warm sticky liquid filling him was enough to push America over the edge as he joined his lover in bliss.
He barely registered it as England pulled out and whispered something in his ear. However, he was certainly paying attention when the other man got up and walked away, leaving him cold and alone.
"Hey, why're ya leavin'?" he tried to ask, but his voice was so stripped from yelling that England couldn't hear him from three feet away.
America didn't get his answer until the older man came back with a wet washcloth in hand, looking a lot more put together and clean than when he had left. With a kiss, England crawled back over America and gently rubbed away the cum and sweat stuck to his skin along with dabbing at some of the worst spots on the sheet.
"There," he said when he was done, "Doesn't that feel better?"
America opened his mouth, but remembered that he couldn't really speak anymore and nodded.
"Well, then, I'm going to take this back, and then I'll return. Alright?"
"A'ight," America said, voice sounding like a bullfrog.
Once England stood, America reached over and tugged at the blankets, still in the pile he had left them in that morning. He wrapped himself up on one side, leaving the other loose for his boyfriend to slip into. He lifted a hand and looked at it. His fingers were still shaking.
Wow. Just wow.
Ignore the fail sex and characterizations! Ignore them!
Author!Anon here
anonymous
April 24 2011, 19:33:54 UTC
I hadn't planned anything else, but maybe I can come up with a little omake? If I do, it's only because you, OP, are a wonderful person for giving me such a perfect request to fill. If I don’t, it’s because math came and nommed my life (that and filling other requests so that there can be more UKUS pr0nz and I can get my own request in…)
"Whenever I..." he looked away, "Whenever I..."
"Whenever you what?" England asked, still glaring at him.
America took a shuddering breath, "I'm a whiny little bitch, okay?"
"Well, yeah, I noticed. I'm asking why we haven't shagged yet."
"No, I mean it literally. Whenever I... y'know... try to do it, I get super passive and stuff, and I... I yell. A lot. And I really," he looked away and felt himself blush, "I really like it up the ass."
"Is that what's been bothering you?"
"Yeah," America looked back at him. England's eyes were as big as dinner plates and his mouth was slightly agape, "Yeah it was."
"You idiot!" England yelled, balling his fists.
"Please, don't be mad! It's just the way that I am. I can try to-"
"I've been denied sex for over a year just because you need to be a fairy? What the hell is wrong with you?"
America blinked, "You don't mind?"
"Don't mind? Of course I don't mind! The only reason that it took me so long to try to court you in the first place was that I had to make peace with the fact that I was sure you'd want to bend me over a table."
"No! Oh, hell no."
England smirked, just like before. However, if it had previously been hungry, now it was absolutely predatory.
"E-England?"
"Oh, poppet," He sat down right on America's lap and whispered in his ear in a way that made him stiffen and shiver, "Don't worry; I'm going to fuck your pretty little brains out onto the pillow."
America groaned loudly and wondered if this was what it was like to be a captive back when England was a pirate, "Oh please do."
England gave him a breathy laugh, "Alright, then, up to bed with you."
"R-right," America said.
England got off of him, and America led the way to his second floor bedroom. On the way up the stairs, he glanced back down at England. At that point, it became painfully clear that the older man was staring at his ass. America blushed.
"Like what you see?" He asked, hoping to embarrass his boyfriend.
"Oh, you have no idea," England said in that same pirate-y voice, but the flush across his cheeks showed that America hadn't completely failed.
Well, he'd take what he could get.
It seemed as though as soon as he opened the door England was upon him, attacking his neck with tongue and teeth. America let out a drawn-out high pitched whine.
"Like that, do you?" England asked, laughing against his skin.
"Yes!" America yelled.
"And you haven't even lost your trousers yet." England muttered, "This is going to be fun..."
America squirmed as thin fingers began to massage his ass, and silently prayed that England wouldn't just tease him into coming, even if the sick bastard would probably get off on just that. The younger nation noticed that he was on no uncertain terms being pushed backwards towards his bed. He wrapped his fingers in his boyfriend's messy hair as they fell backwards. England kicked off his shoes and they wriggled up so that America's head was on his pillow.
"Kiss me," the younger man whispered, gently pulling England's head up.
"No. I'd rather leave that mouth free for screaming, personally."
America really wanted to argue, but couldn't as right then was when England chose to reach down and shove his hand down the other man's pants. America let out a shout.
"You're not hard yet either. Good, I was afraid that you'd be some virgin with no stamina," The older nation said as he slid down his partner's body.
"I-I have stamina!" America snapped.
"Mmm, so you are a virgin, then?"
The American blushed and looked away. He hadn't meant for England to know that.
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"It's alright, love." One hand traced the outline of America's junk through his boxers as the other one carefully began to unbutton his shirt, "I'll just make sure to take it extra slowly and make sure that you thoroughly enjoy being deflowered." he leaned down and sucked at the jut of the younger man's hip.
"God, England," America groaned, arching his back and pushing his cock against his boyfriend's hand.
"I'll help you out a little bit, shall I?" England asked. He unbuttoned America's jeans and pulled down the zipper with his teeth.
"You're so hot." The younger man said, running his fingers through England's hair.
The older man just laughed and tugged away the pants. He stroked America through his boxers, working him over with dexterity America didn't know he had. The younger man felt himself stiffen and let out another whine, begging England to jerk him off properly. The Brit quirked a lip up at him before bending down to cover the half-hard cock with the damp heat of his mouth.
"Oh! More, more!" America begged, shaking.
England laughed against him, and the vibrations made America shout. By that point his shirt was completely unbuttoned, so England spread the fabric apart. Fingers traced up America's stomach and chest at an agonizingly slow pace followed by lips and occasionally tongue.
"So bloody fit," England said, "So bloody sexy." And with that, he thrust his tongue into America's belly button, making the younger man shriek. The hands left America's stomach for a moment to undo their owner's belt and slacks, "Don't stop making those noises, America, don't ever stop."
Aforementioned blond was happy to comply, letting out shouts and squeals and everything in between as his boyfriend traced up and up, pausing only to torment his nipples for a few moments each. When England was finally, finally level with America, his proud smirk turned into a frown.
"Wha- what is it?" America asked.
"You're crying."
The larger man lifted an arm and gently felt along his eye. When he pulled away, the tips of his fingers were wet.
He chuckled, "I guess I am."
"I didn't hurt you somehow, did I?"
"No, it's just so good..."
England smiled sweetly down at him for a moment and took Texas from America's face, "Well, we can't leave these on, then, you'll get them covered in tears." He glanced at them thoughtfully for a few moments before sliding them on. "How do I look?"
"Sexy," America wanted to say, "Wonderful, amazing, awesome," something like that. However, what came out instead was, "Like you're wearing too many clothes."
England looked down at himself, "It seems I am. Care to help me rectify that?"
America smiled but didn't move.
"Alright then, I guess I'll just do it myself." The older blond said, smirking.
"Thank you, God," America thought.
England peeled off his sweater vest and flung it off somewhere to join America's jeans. Next went the necktie, which he untied quickly, but slowly slid off his neck. After that came his shirt, buttons slowly popping out of their holes one by one. He shucked his shirt and tossed it. England shifted so that he was sitting on America's belly and peeled off his socks. Both the underwear and the pants came off at the same time, and the younger male was too distracted by his boyfriend's cock, fully erect and now completely free, to notice what else happened. Dear Lord it was beautiful, straining and red with anticipation, big but not too big, long but not too long. America had experimented before with different vibrators and dildos, and he had the feeling that England would fill him perfectly.
The younger blond let out a groan that only intensified when England pulled off his own boxers.
"Lube?" The smaller nation asked.
America gestured with his head, "Top drawer, bedside table."
England nodded and fished around for it. America blushed when he thought about all the... other things that he had in that same drawer. However, the older man made no comment about it. He pulled out the bottle and coated three of his fingers in it.
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"Erm, lift your arse a little, if you wouldn't mind."
"Oh, right!"
America complied and one slicked up finger slipped between his legs and began to circle his entrance. He groaned in frustration. England slid his finger inside about as quickly as grass grew. America bucked his hips, pulling it in all the way.
"Eager, are we?" England asked, blushing.
America could only whine as the finger began to explore his insides. After a few moments, England managed to find the spot that made America scream. The younger nation began to squirm and the other man placed his dry hand on his chest.
"Be still now, love," he said gently, sliding a second finger in and rubbing both of them against that spot.
"Eeeeeeengland!" America yelled, "Hurry up and fuck me!"
"In due time, love." He began a scissoring motion.
The additional pressure felt good, but America still needed more, and he told his boyfriend so.
"Okay, America, but could you try not to shout in my ear? It hurts rather badly." However, he did slip the last finger in, so what did it matter?
"Oh yeah. Like that, like that!"
"If you break your windows I'm not replacing them," England snarked.
"Mmm, shut up!"
"Only if you can make yourself less fun to tease," England said, giving his partner one last stretch before pulling out.
"Hey, come back," America said, pouting.
England scowled, "You made me wait a year to shag you; you can wait thirty seconds for me to slick myself up."
America looked down to see that his lover was in fact preparing himself. He flushed deeper as he watched England's fingers slide up and down his plump length, covering it in the gel. His body started to tremble in anticipation.
"Are you alright?" England asked as he stroked America's thigh, noticing the quivering muscle.
"Yeah, just excited."
England smiled, "I understand completely. So I suppose I don't need to ask you if you're sure?"
"No, because if you wasted that much time, I might have to hurt you."
England laughed and with practiced ease slid America's knees over his shoulders. He pushed forward, stretching the younger man's muscles as he lined himself up.
Little high-pitched squeaks kept escaping America's throat. He was so close, so close to being filled.
England leaned down and put his lips next to America's ear. "I love you."
"I love you too."
The older man placed a kiss on his lover's cheek and pushed in.
America threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs. He had never felt like this before. England was so hot, and to feel how the thing that was filling him so perfectly was connected to the weight that was bearing down on him in all the right ways was absolutely mind-blowing.
"God, America, so tight."
"Move!" America shouted as soon as he was able to draw in more breath.
"Oh, yes, yes! Just like that! Oh, right there! That's awesome! Don't stop, don't ever stop! Waaaahhhh! What the hell did you just do? God, do it again! England! Fuck! Oh, God! England! England!"
America opened his eyes to see England smile down at him through his glasses. Just seeing him like that, so happy, sweat just starting to bead on his forehead, and in the middle of fucking him, was probably the most arousing thing he'd ever seen. America threw an arm over his eyes. He couldn't bear to watch, it was just too beautiful.
As England found just the right angle to make stars appear behind America's eyes, the younger man's cries became nothing more than animalistic shouts and grunts. He couldn't even think in pictures, much less form words. After a few minutes, he noticed England's moaning joining his own. America's arm flopped back down beside him and he looked back up. England's eyes were closed now, his face screwed up in concentration as a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek. A gorgeous pink flush spread across his face and down his chest.
America was silent, just staring at the man above him.
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England stopped, opening an eye and looking down.
"Why'd you stop?" America asked, noticing how rough his voice had become.
"You were quiet there," He panted, "I've never heard you quiet."
America smiled, "I'm sorry, your sexiness was distracting."
If anything, the pink color darkened, "T-thanks."
"Now move," America demanded, wiggling.
England didn't look back down at him, but thankfully he started to slide again. America let out another groan. However, he soon noticed that the other man's thrusts were now sporadic, not the nice steady rhythm from before. He must have been getting close.
America took one of England's hands in his own and guided it towards his cock. Intertwining fingers, the two began to pump him as in-time to England's thrusts as possible. Even with both of them racing to get the younger nation caught up, England still came first, shooting his seed deep inside of America. However, the warm sticky liquid filling him was enough to push America over the edge as he joined his lover in bliss.
He barely registered it as England pulled out and whispered something in his ear. However, he was certainly paying attention when the other man got up and walked away, leaving him cold and alone.
"Hey, why're ya leavin'?" he tried to ask, but his voice was so stripped from yelling that England couldn't hear him from three feet away.
America didn't get his answer until the older man came back with a wet washcloth in hand, looking a lot more put together and clean than when he had left. With a kiss, England crawled back over America and gently rubbed away the cum and sweat stuck to his skin along with dabbing at some of the worst spots on the sheet.
"There," he said when he was done, "Doesn't that feel better?"
America opened his mouth, but remembered that he couldn't really speak anymore and nodded.
"Well, then, I'm going to take this back, and then I'll return. Alright?"
"A'ight," America said, voice sounding like a bullfrog.
Once England stood, America reached over and tugged at the blankets, still in the pile he had left them in that morning. He wrapped himself up on one side, leaving the other loose for his boyfriend to slip into. He lifted a hand and looked at it. His fingers were still shaking.
Wow. Just wow.
Ignore the fail sex and characterizations! Ignore them!
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please Authornon if you would, take my gloved hand and let's ride off into the passion-filled sunset together.
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In any case, thank you for filling this shameful request! Thank you so much <3
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