(2PUKUS) Breaths Of Sweet Air [2/?]
anonymous
May 9 2012, 06:53:45 UTC
"Artie d-did you... did'ja... just summon yer... fairies in the... i-in the dentist's office...?" America fought hard against the fog clouding his mind, trying with every ounce of mental strength to keep a hold of the seriousness of the situation, but ultimately failing and succumbing to a fit of giggles at the mental image of the pink pixies wrecking utter havoc in the halls.
"Too clever." Arthur's eyes glittered as he sat up and adjusted the ratio on the nitrous oxide, filling the mask with more of sedative. "Just a little more, love."
Breathing in deeply, America gave a high-pitched laugh. "I wanna... w-wanna sing, Artie~!" His mind going a mile a minute with dizzying thoughts, he didn't wait for Arthur's response and shrilly belted out the first thing that came to mind:
"I brushed against those freckles that I hated so, Life goes on and I heave a little sigh for you. It's heavy, the love that I would share for you, But it dissolves like it was just a sugar cube-"
Arthur's eyes flashed and he jerked a hand to the table, instantly seizing and pressing a hooked probing tool to America's throat. The tool was small and not meant for such use, but America still swallowed thickly at the pressure, the hooked edge biting sharply into his skin.
"Not. Another. Word." Arthur's words were tense and dangerous, but the younger nation's sense of perception was too far gone to notice.
"A-Artie, that... haa... t-tickles-!" America squirmed under the nation on top of him, driving the hook against his skin. It wasn't a deep cut, but blood slowly welled up, beading up against the broken skin.
Arthur jerked the tool away without care, leaving another shallow scratch along the side of his neck. He set it aside and started undoing the mask, anger ebbing from his eyes and giving way to hungry anticipation.
"My turn, love~" Arthur said as he took the mask in hand and pressed it to his face. His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply, a breathy sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips.
America whined with disappointment Arthur's warmth left his chest, clumsily trailing his fingers along the hem of Arthur's shirt, murmuring his name over and over again like a child mewling for attention.
"A-Almost, dear..." Arthur breathed heavily, filling his lungs several times before removing the mask and blinking his unfocused eyes. He slipped off the back of the chair, his legs just barely catching himself from falling off all together. Arthur brought his hands to America's belt, a mischievous smile on his lips as he tried to focus his fingers into slipping it off.
America leaned back as far as he could in the chair, closing his eyes as his breath quickened. "Artie... pleaseee... ha-ah...!" He giggled breathily, digging his nails into the arm rests.
His partner's desperate, soft pleading went straight to Arthur's cock, and he growled in low satisfaction as he managed to get America's pants open despite his fingers seemingly tangling numerous times. Arthur roughly pushed America's pants and boxers to his hips, taking in the sight of his cock standing tall before leaning down and ghosting his lips across the tip, kissing away the precum gathered there.
America dragged a hand over to Arthur's head, pulling hard at the creamy, pale hair. He murmured Arthur's name and raised his hips, shaking slightly with the effort to control his body and hold himself up.
Arthur giggled slightly, his breath fanning across the tip of America's cock. "Naughty... lad~" He chuckled, flicking his tongue across the slit, moving it back and forth lazily. Arthur looked up to his partner, his crystal blue eyes fogged with a high of lust and nitrous oxide.
"T-Teaseee...!" America whined, giving a weak thrust forward and attempting to press himself into Arthur's mouth. The hand not on the back of Arthur's head gripped the armrest, his knuckles going white.
"Too clever." Arthur's eyes glittered as he sat up and adjusted the ratio on the nitrous oxide, filling the mask with more of sedative. "Just a little more, love."
Breathing in deeply, America gave a high-pitched laugh. "I wanna... w-wanna sing, Artie~!" His mind going a mile a minute with dizzying thoughts, he didn't wait for Arthur's response and shrilly belted out the first thing that came to mind:
"I brushed against those freckles that I hated so,
Life goes on and I heave a little sigh for you.
It's heavy, the love that I would share for you,
But it dissolves like it was just a sugar cube-"
Arthur's eyes flashed and he jerked a hand to the table, instantly seizing and pressing a hooked probing tool to America's throat. The tool was small and not meant for such use, but America still swallowed thickly at the pressure, the hooked edge biting sharply into his skin.
"Not. Another. Word." Arthur's words were tense and dangerous, but the younger nation's sense of perception was too far gone to notice.
"A-Artie, that... haa... t-tickles-!" America squirmed under the nation on top of him, driving the hook against his skin. It wasn't a deep cut, but blood slowly welled up, beading up against the broken skin.
Arthur jerked the tool away without care, leaving another shallow scratch along the side of his neck. He set it aside and started undoing the mask, anger ebbing from his eyes and giving way to hungry anticipation.
"My turn, love~" Arthur said as he took the mask in hand and pressed it to his face. His eyes fluttered shut as he inhaled deeply, a breathy sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips.
America whined with disappointment Arthur's warmth left his chest, clumsily trailing his fingers along the hem of Arthur's shirt, murmuring his name over and over again like a child mewling for attention.
"A-Almost, dear..." Arthur breathed heavily, filling his lungs several times before removing the mask and blinking his unfocused eyes. He slipped off the back of the chair, his legs just barely catching himself from falling off all together. Arthur brought his hands to America's belt, a mischievous smile on his lips as he tried to focus his fingers into slipping it off.
America leaned back as far as he could in the chair, closing his eyes as his breath quickened. "Artie... pleaseee... ha-ah...!" He giggled breathily, digging his nails into the arm rests.
His partner's desperate, soft pleading went straight to Arthur's cock, and he growled in low satisfaction as he managed to get America's pants open despite his fingers seemingly tangling numerous times. Arthur roughly pushed America's pants and boxers to his hips, taking in the sight of his cock standing tall before leaning down and ghosting his lips across the tip, kissing away the precum gathered there.
America dragged a hand over to Arthur's head, pulling hard at the creamy, pale hair. He murmured Arthur's name and raised his hips, shaking slightly with the effort to control his body and hold himself up.
Arthur giggled slightly, his breath fanning across the tip of America's cock. "Naughty... lad~" He chuckled, flicking his tongue across the slit, moving it back and forth lazily. Arthur looked up to his partner, his crystal blue eyes fogged with a high of lust and nitrous oxide.
"T-Teaseee...!" America whined, giving a weak thrust forward and attempting to press himself into Arthur's mouth. The hand not on the back of Arthur's head gripped the armrest, his knuckles going white.
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