[Part 19] US/UK-- crack/kinky sex on the floor of a mcdonalds bathroom - 2/?
anonymous
August 26 2011, 01:21:53 UTC
He tugged England out only to find himself being yanked back just the same and England trying to shove him out of the way, some ‘gentleman.’ “That’s right! And since it’ll only take a few seconds, you shouldn’t mind being the one to go second.” A match consisting of pushing, pulling, and shoving ensued between the two. With their childish fighting and banter, you’d never guess that their age exceeded past their teens, much less several centuries.
Throughout the scuffle, the both of them somehow managed to make it into the stall. England let out a yelp as the back of his skull cracked against the graffitied wall. The struggle immediately stopped and America mumbled an apology as he brought his hand up and ran his fingers through the sandy locks at the back of his lovers head. Looking to the stall door, an idea struck the American. Continuing to stroke England’s hair, America shifted, his unoccupied hand closing and latching the door.
England gave America a skeptical smile as he unconsciously leaned into his touch, “What are you up to?”
The younger nation grinned, his blue irises twinkling when he responded, “I changed my mind. You can go first.”
Emerald eyes widened slightly, the smile of skepticism fading and a light crimson running across his cheeks, “A little privacy would be nice, love,” the Englishman stammered.
“It’s not like it’s anything that I haven’t seen before,” America smirked, clearly pleased with England’s reaction.
England continued flushing, wanting desperately to leave, but unable to. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Mumbling something unintelligible, he turned toward the toilet. After unzipping his trousers and pulling himself out of their confines, he paused. The uncomfortable feeling of being watched was not only distracting, but terribly embarrassing. He turned his head to the side, glancing back at a contemplative looking America. His blue eyes took on a mischievous glint when he caught England shyly staring at him. “Well, go on,” he chuckled when he saw England quickly snap his back forward, the sound of the movement almost audible.
“D-don’t rush me.” Feeling oddly nervous, but no longer able to hold it in he let loose, a relieved sigh escaping past his lips and his tense muscles relaxing as the pressure in his lower stomach rushed out, the sound echoing through the empty, filthy restroom. Finishing, he shook off his member, and went to push it back into his pants when he then felt his boyfriend’s chest pressing against his back, America’s larger hand covering his own and stopping him from putting his equipment away.
“Who’s rushing?” America purred into England’s ear. His hand that was gripping England’s shifted, forcing England’s hand to stoke up and down his limp cock. He slowly lapped at the back of his lover’s neck and could feel a shiver running through England’s body as he did so.
Sounding annoyed he snapped, “Didn’t you need to use the toilet?” England used his free hand to push back on America’s hip, in a futile attempt to get him to back off.
However annoyed he sounded, the jerk of his steadily growing penis told America otherwise. He continued to half make England jerk himself off as he peppered the pale neck in front of him with kisses, nips, and licks, relishing in the small gasp that slipped out of his lover when he hit a particularly sensitive spot below his ear. He paused only briefly to answer, “I don’t feel like it anymore.”
He sighed, giving in and craning his neck to the side to make it easier for his lover to soil his neck with his tongue; this was clearly a battle he wasn’t going to win. “…Of course you don’t…” England muttered, now rubbing his cock without America’s assistance, apparently that hand had better things to do as it was now making it’s way up England’s shirt to fondle his chest, its brother lazily stroking his inner thigh.
Re: [Part 19] US/UK-- crack/kinky sex on the floor of a mcdonalds bathroom - 3/?
anonymous
August 26 2011, 01:24:40 UTC
The younger nation hummed into England’s neck, evidently no longer in a talking mood. Nibbling on his ear lobe and tweaking one of his nipples, the hand on his thigh made its way back to push England’s trousers and boxers further down and then probed at the puckered hole hiding between two white rounded cheeks, one of his fingers gently wiggling inside and pausing until it was comfortably sitting within the heat before starting to pump in and out in a slow and torturous manner.
England groaned as his inner walls were rubbed, he could feel the knuckle of America’s finger as it moved past his entrance and pushed back in. He leaned over the toilet, placing his left palm firmly against the wall it was connected to, ignoring the cracks and filth that stained the white tiles beneath his skin. His right hand picked up its pace, stroking his cock to fullness and thumbing the red tip, spreading the precum over the sensitive head.
He looked down into the loo, only after seeing his urine in the bowl did he once again become aware of the strong smell of the bathroom, only now it was coupled with the smell of his own waste and the undeniable scent of sweat and sex emitting from his own and America’s bodies. He felt he should be disgusted, as he had been when he first stepped into the grimy McDonald’s lavatory, but found that instead of disgusting, the musky scents were more arousing than what he was willing to admit. He grunted as America extracted his finger, and took the opportunity to lower himself down to his knees, trying to avoid looking down into the toilet a second time, his palm now on the floor instead of the wall, his legs spread further apart in his new position.
He could tell America was following suit behind him, kneeling on the floor and leaning over his back. He felt America whisper against the rim of his ear, “Just a second.” After the mutter, America started rummaging through England’s pockets. The American let out a laugh as he extracted a condom and a sample packet of lube. “I still can’t believe that you carry these around with you.”
England could feel the git grinning against his neck, he bristled, “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t always going into a rut, you bloody twit.” He tried to relax his body, knowing that the next thing that entered would likely be more than just one finger. He shifted his position so that instead of supporting his weight on his palm on the floor, he was now using his entire forearm. To his horror, he noticed something he hadn’t before. He didn’t know (and didn’t want to know) what it was, but he could clearly feel something seeping into the fabric of his sleeve from floor. As soon as he was aware of the wetness on his arm, he also became aware of the way his knees were sticking unnaturally to his pants. He chose to ignore the feeling of his wet arm and sticky knees in favor of concentrating on the feeling of America’s now three slick fingers moving and stretching inside of him.
England groaned, the hand that had been pumping his cock now gently fondling his testicles, hoping to draw out his pleasure as long as he could. He faintly heard a zipper being undone and the shuffle of clothing before he felt America’s fingers withdraw and his cock-head press up against his ass. He glanced back at his lover, panting.
As he looked at him, his chest clenched, and he briefly regretted that it took them so long to come together like this, to properly communicate with one another and understand that they had been lying to themselves for so many years, afraid of what the truth might mean. Though, even if took them two centuries, they did realize, they did forgive, and they did come together. No matter how many years passed, where they were, or what form they took, they would be together. A small meaningful smile graced his lips at the thought, a look of pure love and affection glazing over his eyes as he took in the appearance of his lover, looking into his passion filled sapphire orbs.
Re: [Part 19] US/UK-- crack/kinky sex on the floor of a mcdonalds bathroom - 4/5
anonymous
August 26 2011, 01:27:41 UTC
America grinned, sensing England’s good mood. He leaned over, lightly pressing his lips to England’s. The angle was awkward, but the feel of the other man’s lips against his own was heavenly. He pulled away reluctantly and gave his lover another smile, “ready?” he whispered and slowly pushed the tip of cock into the entrance after England gave a shaky nod.
America’s pleasured groan echoed in the small space, it couldn’t have been more than two days since the last time he had been inside of England, but damn if it hadn’t felt like weeks. He would never be able to have enough of him. He paused, his body shuddering with the effort to not just thrust in all the way. He listened to England’s shallow gasps as his body adjusted to the American’s girth.
After he thought enough time had passed, America gently began pressing the rest of his length into England, pulling it back out slightly before pressing in again every so often. The slickness of the lube, the tight heat of England’s body, his scent, the noises he was making, it wasn’t long before America starting losing his control; his trusts becoming quicker, jerkier, his hands gripping onto England’s hips, his own moans leaving him with reckless abandon. He was in a state of mind where nothing else mattered, the filth of the room, the stickiness of the floor, the fact they could probably be heard, none of it, all that mattered was England, how he was feeling, how he smelled, and the sounds he was making. There was nothing but England.
England grunted and thrust his hips back into America’s, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely reaching his ears over his lover’s panting. He gripped his cock firmly as he pumped it clumsily, his climax nearing. The way his hand felt against his heated skin, the way his lover was pounding into him, his thick dick rubbing him in all the right places, the only thing missing was America’s mouth on his own. As he imagined the feel of America’s tongue and the taste of greasy burgers and carbonated drink, he released, a shiver wracking through his back and loins and his seed staining the already heavily stained floor tiles. He moaned, stroking his member through his orgasm and continued to lazily pump it as he leaned further forward, resting his forehead against his arm as he caught his breath.
America had known right away when England had come, if his moans hadn’t given him away, then the way his ass had seized up around him did. He sucked in a breath as the already tight hole became tighter, gripping his cock like a constrictor. He came with final thrust into his satisfied boyfriend and collapsed against his broad back, tiredly huffing against his neck for a few minutes before pulling out and disposing of the condom. He leaned back against the graffitied wall, letting out a contented sigh as he closed his eyes. They quickly shot open when he felt England rubbing at his cock with toilet paper, trying to clean up any mess that had been left behind from his orgasm.
America grinned as he looked at his lovers flushed face, the pink giving a nice contrast to his forest eyes, “Thanks, babe.” He chuckled at England’s feigned annoyance at the endearment and his cutely mumbled, “not at all” before bending forward and sweeping his tongue across England’s closed mouth, a smirk forming as he then licked his own upper lip. He couldn’t help but be pleased as England gave a smirk of his own and leaned towards him, lips meeting once more, parting, and tongues entangling. He traced the roof of England’s mouth as England mapped out his teeth. Hesitantly, they pulled away, their tongues pressing once more against each other as they separated.
“You taste like grease,” England murmured against his lips, half lidded eyes implying that he didn’t really mind the taste. America could only hum and smile, rubbing their noses together before, placing one hand to the small of England’s back, and unlatching the door with the other.
Re: [Part 19] US/UK-- crack/kinky sex on the floor of a mcdonalds bathroom - 5/5
anonymous
August 26 2011, 01:30:22 UTC
They exited the stall, both making a note to be face to face the next time they made love, and washed their hands.
As they went to exit the restroom, it became quite apparent that perhaps they’d been quite a bit louder, or perhaps the echo carried quite a bit farther, than what they had thought or noticed. Standing outside the door was a very miffed looking McDonald’s manager and a couple of amused looking officers…Even if they were going to spend a night or two in jail for lewd conduct, at least they’d still be together.
---- End. Hope that OP and anyone else who read enjoyed it. :)
Throughout the scuffle, the both of them somehow managed to make it into the stall. England let out a yelp as the back of his skull cracked against the graffitied wall. The struggle immediately stopped and America mumbled an apology as he brought his hand up and ran his fingers through the sandy locks at the back of his lovers head. Looking to the stall door, an idea struck the American. Continuing to stroke England’s hair, America shifted, his unoccupied hand closing and latching the door.
England gave America a skeptical smile as he unconsciously leaned into his touch, “What are you up to?”
The younger nation grinned, his blue irises twinkling when he responded, “I changed my mind. You can go first.”
Emerald eyes widened slightly, the smile of skepticism fading and a light crimson running across his cheeks, “A little privacy would be nice, love,” the Englishman stammered.
“It’s not like it’s anything that I haven’t seen before,” America smirked, clearly pleased with England’s reaction.
England continued flushing, wanting desperately to leave, but unable to. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Mumbling something unintelligible, he turned toward the toilet. After unzipping his trousers and pulling himself out of their confines, he paused. The uncomfortable feeling of being watched was not only distracting, but terribly embarrassing. He turned his head to the side, glancing back at a contemplative looking America. His blue eyes took on a mischievous glint when he caught England shyly staring at him. “Well, go on,” he chuckled when he saw England quickly snap his back forward, the sound of the movement almost audible.
“D-don’t rush me.” Feeling oddly nervous, but no longer able to hold it in he let loose, a relieved sigh escaping past his lips and his tense muscles relaxing as the pressure in his lower stomach rushed out, the sound echoing through the empty, filthy restroom. Finishing, he shook off his member, and went to push it back into his pants when he then felt his boyfriend’s chest pressing against his back, America’s larger hand covering his own and stopping him from putting his equipment away.
“Who’s rushing?” America purred into England’s ear. His hand that was gripping England’s shifted, forcing England’s hand to stoke up and down his limp cock. He slowly lapped at the back of his lover’s neck and could feel a shiver running through England’s body as he did so.
Sounding annoyed he snapped, “Didn’t you need to use the toilet?” England used his free hand to push back on America’s hip, in a futile attempt to get him to back off.
However annoyed he sounded, the jerk of his steadily growing penis told America otherwise. He continued to half make England jerk himself off as he peppered the pale neck in front of him with kisses, nips, and licks, relishing in the small gasp that slipped out of his lover when he hit a particularly sensitive spot below his ear. He paused only briefly to answer, “I don’t feel like it anymore.”
He sighed, giving in and craning his neck to the side to make it easier for his lover to soil his neck with his tongue; this was clearly a battle he wasn’t going to win. “…Of course you don’t…” England muttered, now rubbing his cock without America’s assistance, apparently that hand had better things to do as it was now making it’s way up England’s shirt to fondle his chest, its brother lazily stroking his inner thigh.
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England groaned as his inner walls were rubbed, he could feel the knuckle of America’s finger as it moved past his entrance and pushed back in. He leaned over the toilet, placing his left palm firmly against the wall it was connected to, ignoring the cracks and filth that stained the white tiles beneath his skin. His right hand picked up its pace, stroking his cock to fullness and thumbing the red tip, spreading the precum over the sensitive head.
He looked down into the loo, only after seeing his urine in the bowl did he once again become aware of the strong smell of the bathroom, only now it was coupled with the smell of his own waste and the undeniable scent of sweat and sex emitting from his own and America’s bodies. He felt he should be disgusted, as he had been when he first stepped into the grimy McDonald’s lavatory, but found that instead of disgusting, the musky scents were more arousing than what he was willing to admit. He grunted as America extracted his finger, and took the opportunity to lower himself down to his knees, trying to avoid looking down into the toilet a second time, his palm now on the floor instead of the wall, his legs spread further apart in his new position.
He could tell America was following suit behind him, kneeling on the floor and leaning over his back. He felt America whisper against the rim of his ear, “Just a second.” After the mutter, America started rummaging through England’s pockets. The American let out a laugh as he extracted a condom and a sample packet of lube. “I still can’t believe that you carry these around with you.”
England could feel the git grinning against his neck, he bristled, “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t always going into a rut, you bloody twit.” He tried to relax his body, knowing that the next thing that entered would likely be more than just one finger. He shifted his position so that instead of supporting his weight on his palm on the floor, he was now using his entire forearm. To his horror, he noticed something he hadn’t before. He didn’t know (and didn’t want to know) what it was, but he could clearly feel something seeping into the fabric of his sleeve from floor. As soon as he was aware of the wetness on his arm, he also became aware of the way his knees were sticking unnaturally to his pants. He chose to ignore the feeling of his wet arm and sticky knees in favor of concentrating on the feeling of America’s now three slick fingers moving and stretching inside of him.
England groaned, the hand that had been pumping his cock now gently fondling his testicles, hoping to draw out his pleasure as long as he could. He faintly heard a zipper being undone and the shuffle of clothing before he felt America’s fingers withdraw and his cock-head press up against his ass. He glanced back at his lover, panting.
As he looked at him, his chest clenched, and he briefly regretted that it took them so long to come together like this, to properly communicate with one another and understand that they had been lying to themselves for so many years, afraid of what the truth might mean. Though, even if took them two centuries, they did realize, they did forgive, and they did come together. No matter how many years passed, where they were, or what form they took, they would be together. A small meaningful smile graced his lips at the thought, a look of pure love and affection glazing over his eyes as he took in the appearance of his lover, looking into his passion filled sapphire orbs.
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America’s pleasured groan echoed in the small space, it couldn’t have been more than two days since the last time he had been inside of England, but damn if it hadn’t felt like weeks. He would never be able to have enough of him. He paused, his body shuddering with the effort to not just thrust in all the way. He listened to England’s shallow gasps as his body adjusted to the American’s girth.
After he thought enough time had passed, America gently began pressing the rest of his length into England, pulling it back out slightly before pressing in again every so often. The slickness of the lube, the tight heat of England’s body, his scent, the noises he was making, it wasn’t long before America starting losing his control; his trusts becoming quicker, jerkier, his hands gripping onto England’s hips, his own moans leaving him with reckless abandon. He was in a state of mind where nothing else mattered, the filth of the room, the stickiness of the floor, the fact they could probably be heard, none of it, all that mattered was England, how he was feeling, how he smelled, and the sounds he was making. There was nothing but England.
England grunted and thrust his hips back into America’s, the sound of skin slapping against skin barely reaching his ears over his lover’s panting. He gripped his cock firmly as he pumped it clumsily, his climax nearing. The way his hand felt against his heated skin, the way his lover was pounding into him, his thick dick rubbing him in all the right places, the only thing missing was America’s mouth on his own. As he imagined the feel of America’s tongue and the taste of greasy burgers and carbonated drink, he released, a shiver wracking through his back and loins and his seed staining the already heavily stained floor tiles. He moaned, stroking his member through his orgasm and continued to lazily pump it as he leaned further forward, resting his forehead against his arm as he caught his breath.
America had known right away when England had come, if his moans hadn’t given him away, then the way his ass had seized up around him did. He sucked in a breath as the already tight hole became tighter, gripping his cock like a constrictor. He came with final thrust into his satisfied boyfriend and collapsed against his broad back, tiredly huffing against his neck for a few minutes before pulling out and disposing of the condom. He leaned back against the graffitied wall, letting out a contented sigh as he closed his eyes. They quickly shot open when he felt England rubbing at his cock with toilet paper, trying to clean up any mess that had been left behind from his orgasm.
America grinned as he looked at his lovers flushed face, the pink giving a nice contrast to his forest eyes, “Thanks, babe.” He chuckled at England’s feigned annoyance at the endearment and his cutely mumbled, “not at all” before bending forward and sweeping his tongue across England’s closed mouth, a smirk forming as he then licked his own upper lip. He couldn’t help but be pleased as England gave a smirk of his own and leaned towards him, lips meeting once more, parting, and tongues entangling. He traced the roof of England’s mouth as England mapped out his teeth. Hesitantly, they pulled away, their tongues pressing once more against each other as they separated.
“You taste like grease,” England murmured against his lips, half lidded eyes implying that he didn’t really mind the taste. America could only hum and smile, rubbing their noses together before, placing one hand to the small of England’s back, and unlatching the door with the other.
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As they went to exit the restroom, it became quite apparent that perhaps they’d been quite a bit louder, or perhaps the echo carried quite a bit farther, than what they had thought or noticed. Standing outside the door was a very miffed looking McDonald’s manager and a couple of amused looking officers…Even if they were going to spend a night or two in jail for lewd conduct, at least they’d still be together.
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End. Hope that OP and anyone else who read enjoyed it. :)
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