Minvade 35: Hear no Evil [c] [part 20]
anonymous
October 8 2011, 16:47:23 UTC
England blinked, the flush already coiling over his cheeks brightening, and spreading a little further across his face. "We're not going to get anything done until we sated." His voice sounded a bit foreign, even if it was talking sense. Well some form of sense. England ground into America, his back muscles rippling slightly as he rocked forward. "So damn it, come already." America half-yelped, and half-moaned at the movement. England rocked back.
"W-wait." America whined. "D-don't." His head lolled back, leaving his throat exposed and England promptly bit it. The strength turned to jelly in his arms, America simply writhed, eliciting a sharp keen from England. "England." America said with as much authority as he could muster under the circumstances. "Please, stop."
England slowed, tried to stop, and instead could only lightly roll his hips against America.
"I..." He squeezed his eyes shut, and America gazed up at him with wide eyes.
"England?"
"Y-you're everywhere," England stuttered, voice bobbing up and down from the frantic desire in it. "Too much, it's too..."
Hazily, America shut his eyes; his head hurt too much. "Is that a compliment?" England nodded against him, limp, flung over him, and writhing, minute, tiny grinds pinning their hips together.
"Clear my head." England begged, teeth chattering from a small cocktail of hormones bubbling in his veins. Throttling his thoughts. America gave an experimental shove of his hips, the movement slurred and the thrust clumsy. England yelled something that could have been a hiss of pain, or cry of encouragement. Was probably both. Then rocked towards America with a crashing kiss.
America returned it, pity washing up through him alongside guilt and what was definitely desire. Desire for England's thin body pressed like this on him.
England's toes scraped, grazing at the air, the muscles in his legs tightening, and his breath falling into America's mouth with short, sharp bursts and trembles of his diaphragm. America could feel the corner of his mouth bleeding again, and England could definitely taste it, for he was soon licking at it. Trying to help and only exposing the wound more than necessary.
America seemed to finally locate a half-rhythm, punching his thrusts in a half-step that reminded England of swing-dancing. Only ever half-placed on the beat. England ground back, meeting the thrusts and pushing them back onto a firm rhythm. England ripped their lips apart, the slightest fleck of blood, and actively screamed. The sound helpless, and everything America was so sure England wasn't. A sound that belonged with scratched muskets, and kneeling in the mud, paralyzed with affection. America could feel England's come pooling stickily across his stomach, and gathered in the hollows of America's hips, along England's thighs.
The steady slip of the warm come was not something America expected to cause him to arch into England's body. Taunt as a bow, and muscles tightened, crying out England's name of all things, and spilling into England with a convulsive shiver. When America swam out from the heady, hazy physical pleasure he'd so completely drowned in, and blinked his eyes open, he found England staring at him as though he'd seen a ghost.
Minvade 35: Hear no Evil [fin] [part 20]
anonymous
October 8 2011, 16:49:20 UTC
A mumble of apology from both sides.
Some feeling they'd finally ruined their relationship; finally snapped it. America didn't mean to, but quietly, he began to cry. He didn't mean to, really he didn't. He couldn't even pretend he wasn't with his eyes streaming, nose running slightly, and face flushed, breath a hitching series of sobs.
"It's okay," England mumbled, pressing his face into the crook of America's neck so he didn't have to see, only to find the slightly sticky feel of a dried lovebite there. "It's okay." The way England's voice cracked. England knew exactly why America was crying, and the slightly damp sniffle that followed. England was crying about it too. They curled against each other, as best as they could, still carnally locked. England still penetrated. America slept, overcome, and England waited for a bit, mulling and muddling over the ache in his chest, finally falling asleep himself.
America woke, and mulled over his own ache.
They slid in and out of sleep, sometimes greeting, and sometimes just watching the other, or ignoring the other. Occasionally England could feel America harden slightly in him, or America felt a dig along his stomach, and England ground against America in his sleep. Come dried on America's stomach, and dripped down England's thighs, waking him with how cold and congealed it was.
They drew up quiet borderlines between them, uncomfortably understanding what they'd tossed to the floor in a compromising moment. Uncomfortable at how easy it was, and uncomfortable at how hard it was to then pick it up again.
Again, sorry for the wangst. At the same time, I have to say, I like that having smex doesn't ~magically~ solve all problems. They're essentially raping each other (I'm sure there's a word for it) and comforting each other through that and ah, it just... it wanted angst and needed it and I apologize.
Re: Minvade 35: Hear no Evil [fin] [part 20]
anonymous
October 21 2011, 16:41:30 UTC
I for one really liked it. I felt you handle very well and I'm glad they didn't confess their love and that it was awkward and horrible for both of them. Cookies for you.
Re: Minvade 35: Hear no Evil [fin] [part 20]
anonymous
October 22 2011, 09:50:22 UTC
That was incredibly hot, but at the same time you managed the turmoil of emotions they were going through pretty well, authoranon! I loved that you made it awkward instead of going to the easy "rape is love" path. Everything felt more real that way, and more IC.
Also I loved the beggining, with the morse-communicating part and England being himself and correcting America, even in such situation!
Re: Minvade 35: Hear no Evil [fin] [part 20]
anonymous
October 22 2011, 21:52:26 UTC
This made me feel uncomfortable and sad and weirdly happy that this request was filled. You did a good job anon and really paid attention to the fact that neither America and England consented to it. And them crying at the end!
OMG. OMG. I love you! You've filled it, I literally died when I saw this at the usxuk community. I was like, that sounds like my request and then I started reading and I just died anon. I died. I love you <3. I love their whole interaction and I love how I mean it's still full on smut but there's like character and ugh I'm so bad at describing myself, but this is gold. My first request to be filled by someone. Once again, I love you anon T___T LOVE.
"W-wait." America whined. "D-don't." His head lolled back, leaving his throat exposed and England promptly bit it. The strength turned to jelly in his arms, America simply writhed, eliciting a sharp keen from England. "England." America said with as much authority as he could muster under the circumstances. "Please, stop."
England slowed, tried to stop, and instead could only lightly roll his hips against America.
"I..." He squeezed his eyes shut, and America gazed up at him with wide eyes.
"England?"
"Y-you're everywhere," England stuttered, voice bobbing up and down from the frantic desire in it. "Too much, it's too..."
Hazily, America shut his eyes; his head hurt too much. "Is that a compliment?" England nodded against him, limp, flung over him, and writhing, minute, tiny grinds pinning their hips together.
"Clear my head." England begged, teeth chattering from a small cocktail of hormones bubbling in his veins. Throttling his thoughts. America gave an experimental shove of his hips, the movement slurred and the thrust clumsy. England yelled something that could have been a hiss of pain, or cry of encouragement. Was probably both. Then rocked towards America with a crashing kiss.
America returned it, pity washing up through him alongside guilt and what was definitely desire. Desire for England's thin body pressed like this on him.
England's toes scraped, grazing at the air, the muscles in his legs tightening, and his breath falling into America's mouth with short, sharp bursts and trembles of his diaphragm. America could feel the corner of his mouth bleeding again, and England could definitely taste it, for he was soon licking at it. Trying to help and only exposing the wound more than necessary.
America seemed to finally locate a half-rhythm, punching his thrusts in a half-step that reminded England of swing-dancing. Only ever half-placed on the beat. England ground back, meeting the thrusts and pushing them back onto a firm rhythm. England ripped their lips apart, the slightest fleck of blood, and actively screamed. The sound helpless, and everything America was so sure England wasn't. A sound that belonged with scratched muskets, and kneeling in the mud, paralyzed with affection. America could feel England's come pooling stickily across his stomach, and gathered in the hollows of America's hips, along England's thighs.
The steady slip of the warm come was not something America expected to cause him to arch into England's body. Taunt as a bow, and muscles tightened, crying out England's name of all things, and spilling into England with a convulsive shiver. When America swam out from the heady, hazy physical pleasure he'd so completely drowned in, and blinked his eyes open, he found England staring at him as though he'd seen a ghost.
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Some feeling they'd finally ruined their relationship; finally snapped it. America didn't mean to, but quietly, he began to cry. He didn't mean to, really he didn't. He couldn't even pretend he wasn't with his eyes streaming, nose running slightly, and face flushed, breath a hitching series of sobs.
"It's okay," England mumbled, pressing his face into the crook of America's neck so he didn't have to see, only to find the slightly sticky feel of a dried lovebite there. "It's okay." The way England's voice cracked. England knew exactly why America was crying, and the slightly damp sniffle that followed. England was crying about it too. They curled against each other, as best as they could, still carnally locked. England still penetrated. America slept, overcome, and England waited for a bit, mulling and muddling over the ache in his chest, finally falling asleep himself.
America woke, and mulled over his own ache.
They slid in and out of sleep, sometimes greeting, and sometimes just watching the other, or ignoring the other. Occasionally England could feel America harden slightly in him, or America felt a dig along his stomach, and England ground against America in his sleep. Come dried on America's stomach, and dripped down England's thighs, waking him with how cold and congealed it was.
They drew up quiet borderlines between them, uncomfortably understanding what they'd tossed to the floor in a compromising moment. Uncomfortable at how easy it was, and uncomfortable at how hard it was to then pick it up again.
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And I screwed up the request thing again. It's late... ;;;
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/20749.html?thread=83527693#t83527693
Again, sorry for the wangst. At the same time, I have to say, I like that having smex doesn't ~magically~ solve all problems. They're essentially raping each other (I'm sure there's a word for it) and comforting each other through that and ah, it just... it wanted angst and needed it and I apologize.
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Cookies for you.
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Also I loved the beggining, with the morse-communicating part and England being himself and correcting America, even in such situation!
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Now I really want a happy ending.
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LOVE.
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