Our Colors [1f/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:39:20 UTC
"S-so?" America asked, blushing and looking away, "Aren't you the one who always says I could use some humility?"
"I am, but you truly are quite fit and I want to enjoy the fact that I have you for myself." He very slowly started to let his eyes trail down America's body, taking in every minute detail. America blushed and started to squirm. It felt like England was appraising him like a horse he was thinking of buying.
"S-stop it," He said.
England's eyes flashed up to America's, "You don't like this?"
"I-I just feel awkward when you're staring at me like that. I don't want you to look."
"Why not?" England asked, "You love to be the only thing that people are paying attention to."
"Yeah, but still," he started to wiggle, "I don't like being all exposed."
"That's a shame," England said, "I was enjoying the view."
America tried to at least close his legs, but it was impossible with the ties around his ankles and the man on his thighs.
"It's alright. If you want me to stop, I'll stop." He leaned down and nuzzled America, "Besides, I don't have to look to appreciate how lovely you are."
"I still don't quite know about this, England…"
England gently hushed him and soothingly brushed his fingers along America's cheek.
"Don't worry, love," he said, "I'll make sure that you enjoy this too."
And with that he claimed America's lips once again. He was still being gentile, but there was a little bit more force than before. Maybe he was a little bit surer of this now that he had stated his intentions and his lover was tied up. That made one of them. America couldn't help but feel awkward even as England pulled away and gave him a reassuring smile.
England began to play with his hair, wrapping some of it around his fingers and massaging the scalp. America couldn't help but let out a contented sigh and relax. England knew that he couldn't resist it when he teased his head like that. It was a little something that they had both learned when England didn't believe America when he said Nantucket was nothing more than a particularly stubborn chunk of hair.
Hands still rubbing America's skull, England dipped down to kiss at America's forehead and nibble his ears. The younger blond let out a yelp when England's teeth grazed a spot behind his ear.
"What was that?" England asked.
"Nothing," America said, feeling blood rush to his face along with… other places.
The younger man could feel England's smirk against his skin, "You liked it when I bit you here, didn't you?"
He nipped sharply at the small area. America didn't yelp this time, but he did let out a ragged exhale and shivered.
England let out a little laugh, "I'll remember that for later."
"England," America whined, "Don't tease me, man."
"I'm not teasing, I'm exploring," England said.
"Sure," America said, rolling his eyes.
England nipped the spot again in a (successful) attempt to shut him up before moving down to his collarbone. He didn't bite at it, but started to suck and lick along the entire length, starting at one shoulder and heading towards the other. Dear Lord, England was better with his mouth than America had ever known. He was switching between forcing him down with the wide wet presses from his tongue and pulling him up with the hot noisy suction of his mouth. Sometimes he would manage to do both at the same time for a sensation that was contradictory but felt so good. America could barely breathe as it was, but then England's hands left his hair and traveled downwards to caress his pecs, fingernails occasionally biting into his nipples and sending shocks down his spine all the way to his groin. America let out a scream when England finally got to the space right above his sternum.
"You like that, huh?" England asked, looking up at America.
Our Colors [1g/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:41:24 UTC
What was wrong with him? He'd made a lot of noise before, but he'd never screamed. It must be the candlelight, he decided. The candlelight made everything more erotic, and then there were also the soft rose petals beneath him and music all around that turned him on even more. Yeah, that was it. Nothing about being tied up, or about England taking it so slowly and lavishing him with attention. It was all the room's fault. And he totally still wanted to just get it on. Yeah.
"Getting eager, are we?" The older man teased.
"'S not my fault that you're messing with me like that," America muttered.
"It's okay, lad," England said, sliding his hands down America's sides to rest at his hips.
As the fingers trailed over his skin America shivered and let out a snort of laughter. England's eyes flashed up to meet his own, and America tried to look casual. Apparently he had tried to hard, because England's confused expression morphed into a sadistic smirk.
"What's this?" He asked, sliding his hands back up.
The younger man shivered again and actually laughed. "It's nothing. Nothing at all. Just, um, keep doing what you were doing."
"Alright," England said, but the smirk didn't leave.
He placed his hands on America's waist and started moving his fingers in circles, barely brushing the skin. The larger nation couldn't help but start to squirm.
"H- hey, stop it!"
"What? You said to keep doing what I was doing, and I was lavishing you with attention. I still am."
"No. You were rubbing and kissing and-" England grabbed at his side and he had to clench his jaw so as not to giggle, "-stuff like that."
"And what am I doing now?" England asked.
"Now you're- you're- Aaah!" America let out a cry as England nuzzled his belly.
"You're ticklish." England said against his skin.
"N-not at all."
"Oh, yes you are," His fingers raced up and down America's stomach and the younger man let out a cry and a series of laughs. The older man looked up so that he could watch his lover shriek.
"Okay, Okay, I am," America conceded, "So what?" He looked down at England with an expression that dared him to make something of it.
"Nothing, but I'll remember this," He gave a series of small, innocent kisses to a spot just below America's belly button.
For some reason, those quick little touches were beyond arousing. It was like every little peck was accompanied by a stroke of his cock. It felt good beyond belief. Even though England's lips were chapped, they were still soft and they formed against America's stomach every bit as well as they had formed against his lips. He could feel England's smile, reassuring him and telling him that his lover was enjoying giving the attention just as much as he did getting it. The blond began to wiggle again, but now it was in the good way. He wanted more of England. He didn't know in what way, he just wanted more, and told him so. England just laughed against his skin and America let out a keening noise and let his eyes slide closed. His cock hadn't been touched yet but he was close, so very close.
The smaller nation's hands truly began rubbing now, applying enough force to be arousing and not annoying. However, the younger man couldn't help but wonder if England wasn't still teasing him. America knew full well that in spite of his finest efforts, he could never get rid of the small layer of fat that covered his entire belly. England had sworn repeatedly that he didn't really mean it when he called America fat and asserted that no country truly dedicated to their job had the time to maintain a six pack anyway. Still, it seemed as though right now he was focusing on places where the fat was thicker and America's belly was even more yielding.
Our Colors [1h/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:42:17 UTC
The younger nation looked back down at England to tell him off. However, when he saw the look on his face, he couldn't say a thing. America knew that he had been smiling, but he didn't know how loving and tender the expression was. He didn't know the way that England's eyes were following his hands and looking at the pudgier spots as though they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. He didn't know how damn sexy England looked when he was acting upon love and adoration that seemed to all but consume him.
America threw his head back and swallowed. It was him that was doing this to England, no one else. The Brit had just told him that he loved him, but those words didn't reveal nearly as much as the look on his face. It was too perfect, too wonderful to even look at. And yet, he opened his eyes again and just stared down at England.
The older man seemed to feel America's eyes on him, because he looked up and smiled. He apparently decided to move on to America's right hip, which they both knew was sensitive, but on the way he accidentally lightly brushed the very tip of America's arousal and the younger nation came with a loud moan. He noticed a hand come up and begin to milk him and a pair of lips descend upon that spot.
Even after America had finished, England still continued to lick and nip at that spot on his hip. His hands played across America's thighs and other hip, and occasionally they'd touch somewhere that made the younger blond let out a sigh or soft groan.
England turned around so that he could get at America's legs without bending too oddly or falling off the bed. However, that left a throbbing British cock right in front of America's mouth, which the other man gladly took.
The older nation let out a groan and looked down through his arms and legs at America. The larger county just smirked and gave a particularly hard suck.
"You're done messing around aren't you?" England asked.
America didn't answer, but he bobbed his head back before coming back up. A delightful shiver ran all the way down England's body.
"Alright, then," The Brit said, grinning down at him, "Don't expect me to go easy on you."
Re: Our Colors [1h/?]
anonymous
May 3 2011, 18:50:29 UTC
This is fucking amazing. ;_______; All of my love forever. I absolutely love the writing on this, and the love between them, it's just... fsdjkfsd//////
a-also ticklish!America is one of my biggest weaknesses/// I LOVE YOU AUTHORANON//
"S-so?" America asked, blushing and looking away, "Aren't you the one who always says I could use some humility?"
"I am, but you truly are quite fit and I want to enjoy the fact that I have you for myself." He very slowly started to let his eyes trail down America's body, taking in every minute detail. America blushed and started to squirm. It felt like England was appraising him like a horse he was thinking of buying.
"S-stop it," He said.
England's eyes flashed up to America's, "You don't like this?"
"I-I just feel awkward when you're staring at me like that. I don't want you to look."
"Why not?" England asked, "You love to be the only thing that people are paying attention to."
"Yeah, but still," he started to wiggle, "I don't like being all exposed."
"That's a shame," England said, "I was enjoying the view."
America tried to at least close his legs, but it was impossible with the ties around his ankles and the man on his thighs.
"It's alright. If you want me to stop, I'll stop." He leaned down and nuzzled America, "Besides, I don't have to look to appreciate how lovely you are."
"I still don't quite know about this, England…"
England gently hushed him and soothingly brushed his fingers along America's cheek.
"Don't worry, love," he said, "I'll make sure that you enjoy this too."
And with that he claimed America's lips once again. He was still being gentile, but there was a little bit more force than before. Maybe he was a little bit surer of this now that he had stated his intentions and his lover was tied up. That made one of them. America couldn't help but feel awkward even as England pulled away and gave him a reassuring smile.
England began to play with his hair, wrapping some of it around his fingers and massaging the scalp. America couldn't help but let out a contented sigh and relax. England knew that he couldn't resist it when he teased his head like that. It was a little something that they had both learned when England didn't believe America when he said Nantucket was nothing more than a particularly stubborn chunk of hair.
Hands still rubbing America's skull, England dipped down to kiss at America's forehead and nibble his ears. The younger blond let out a yelp when England's teeth grazed a spot behind his ear.
"What was that?" England asked.
"Nothing," America said, feeling blood rush to his face along with… other places.
The younger man could feel England's smirk against his skin, "You liked it when I bit you here, didn't you?"
He nipped sharply at the small area. America didn't yelp this time, but he did let out a ragged exhale and shivered.
England let out a little laugh, "I'll remember that for later."
"England," America whined, "Don't tease me, man."
"I'm not teasing, I'm exploring," England said.
"Sure," America said, rolling his eyes.
England nipped the spot again in a (successful) attempt to shut him up before moving down to his collarbone. He didn't bite at it, but started to suck and lick along the entire length, starting at one shoulder and heading towards the other. Dear Lord, England was better with his mouth than America had ever known. He was switching between forcing him down with the wide wet presses from his tongue and pulling him up with the hot noisy suction of his mouth. Sometimes he would manage to do both at the same time for a sensation that was contradictory but felt so good. America could barely breathe as it was, but then England's hands left his hair and traveled downwards to caress his pecs, fingernails occasionally biting into his nipples and sending shocks down his spine all the way to his groin. America let out a scream when England finally got to the space right above his sternum.
"You like that, huh?" England asked, looking up at America.
"Sh-shut up." America said, "Just keep moving."
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What was wrong with him? He'd made a lot of noise before, but he'd never screamed. It must be the candlelight, he decided. The candlelight made everything more erotic, and then there were also the soft rose petals beneath him and music all around that turned him on even more. Yeah, that was it. Nothing about being tied up, or about England taking it so slowly and lavishing him with attention. It was all the room's fault. And he totally still wanted to just get it on. Yeah.
"Getting eager, are we?" The older man teased.
"'S not my fault that you're messing with me like that," America muttered.
"It's okay, lad," England said, sliding his hands down America's sides to rest at his hips.
As the fingers trailed over his skin America shivered and let out a snort of laughter. England's eyes flashed up to meet his own, and America tried to look casual. Apparently he had tried to hard, because England's confused expression morphed into a sadistic smirk.
"What's this?" He asked, sliding his hands back up.
The younger man shivered again and actually laughed. "It's nothing. Nothing at all. Just, um, keep doing what you were doing."
"Alright," England said, but the smirk didn't leave.
He placed his hands on America's waist and started moving his fingers in circles, barely brushing the skin. The larger nation couldn't help but start to squirm.
"H- hey, stop it!"
"What? You said to keep doing what I was doing, and I was lavishing you with attention. I still am."
"No. You were rubbing and kissing and-" England grabbed at his side and he had to clench his jaw so as not to giggle, "-stuff like that."
"And what am I doing now?" England asked.
"Now you're- you're- Aaah!" America let out a cry as England nuzzled his belly.
"You're ticklish." England said against his skin.
"N-not at all."
"Oh, yes you are," His fingers raced up and down America's stomach and the younger man let out a cry and a series of laughs. The older man looked up so that he could watch his lover shriek.
"Okay, Okay, I am," America conceded, "So what?" He looked down at England with an expression that dared him to make something of it.
"Nothing, but I'll remember this," He gave a series of small, innocent kisses to a spot just below America's belly button.
For some reason, those quick little touches were beyond arousing. It was like every little peck was accompanied by a stroke of his cock. It felt good beyond belief. Even though England's lips were chapped, they were still soft and they formed against America's stomach every bit as well as they had formed against his lips. He could feel England's smile, reassuring him and telling him that his lover was enjoying giving the attention just as much as he did getting it. The blond began to wiggle again, but now it was in the good way. He wanted more of England. He didn't know in what way, he just wanted more, and told him so. England just laughed against his skin and America let out a keening noise and let his eyes slide closed. His cock hadn't been touched yet but he was close, so very close.
The smaller nation's hands truly began rubbing now, applying enough force to be arousing and not annoying. However, the younger man couldn't help but wonder if England wasn't still teasing him. America knew full well that in spite of his finest efforts, he could never get rid of the small layer of fat that covered his entire belly. England had sworn repeatedly that he didn't really mean it when he called America fat and asserted that no country truly dedicated to their job had the time to maintain a six pack anyway. Still, it seemed as though right now he was focusing on places where the fat was thicker and America's belly was even more yielding.
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The younger nation looked back down at England to tell him off. However, when he saw the look on his face, he couldn't say a thing. America knew that he had been smiling, but he didn't know how loving and tender the expression was. He didn't know the way that England's eyes were following his hands and looking at the pudgier spots as though they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. He didn't know how damn sexy England looked when he was acting upon love and adoration that seemed to all but consume him.
America threw his head back and swallowed. It was him that was doing this to England, no one else. The Brit had just told him that he loved him, but those words didn't reveal nearly as much as the look on his face. It was too perfect, too wonderful to even look at. And yet, he opened his eyes again and just stared down at England.
The older man seemed to feel America's eyes on him, because he looked up and smiled. He apparently decided to move on to America's right hip, which they both knew was sensitive, but on the way he accidentally lightly brushed the very tip of America's arousal and the younger nation came with a loud moan. He noticed a hand come up and begin to milk him and a pair of lips descend upon that spot.
Even after America had finished, England still continued to lick and nip at that spot on his hip. His hands played across America's thighs and other hip, and occasionally they'd touch somewhere that made the younger blond let out a sigh or soft groan.
England turned around so that he could get at America's legs without bending too oddly or falling off the bed. However, that left a throbbing British cock right in front of America's mouth, which the other man gladly took.
The older nation let out a groan and looked down through his arms and legs at America. The larger county just smirked and gave a particularly hard suck.
"You're done messing around aren't you?" England asked.
America didn't answer, but he bobbed his head back before coming back up. A delightful shiver ran all the way down England's body.
"Alright, then," The Brit said, grinning down at him, "Don't expect me to go easy on you."
"Good," America thought, "I don't want you to."
(be back later. A!A needs sleep now)
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oh, teh hotness...
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*anon takes a moment to compose herself*
this is really fucking hot
please keep it up
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I have to mention though, did you say that America's idea of good food is McDonald's?!?! America, what's wrong with you??????
Sorry, I need to go to sleep.
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I know you're apologizing for the long intro but I LOVE IT! It's so cute, and your dialogue really sparkles and they're both delightfully funny :)
And now that we're gettin' hot and heavy you've written them SOO SEXILY. Yes. *__*
Can't wait for more!
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I absolutely love the writing on this, and the love between them, it's just... fsdjkfsd//////
a-also ticklish!America is one of my biggest weaknesses/// I LOVE YOU AUTHORANON//
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