orz Please accept my fail. First time writing/publishing anything smut related... Bluh. “Hmmm.”
“I’d appreciate you not attempting to hum your national anthem while kissing me.”
“I have to do something to keep me from becoming bored. You kiss like an old maid.”
“I kiss like a--! I can walk out right now!”
“No, no, no, no, no. Stay. I’ll stop humming, even if I die of boredom.”
“Not very convincing, are you?”
“Oh, well then. Shall you let me change your mind for you…?”
The rustle of clothing, the bump of a body pressed to the wall, two mouths fighting for dominance.
“Rough today, aren’t you?”
“You know it’s been a while. Wait, what the fu-- what are you doing?”
“You just said it’s been a while. What better way to break that sexual fasting than for me to go down on you?”
“Because that will mean you get to top! You topped last time, you ass!”
“What is it that America is so fond of saying? Ah, ‘You snooze, you lose,’ I believe he says.”
“I cannot believe you’re basing a decision on one of America’s sayings. Excellent. Great job. Oh fuck it. Please. Just do it.”
A sharp intake of breath over light sucking noises. “I’ve forgotten how good you are at this.” His breath becomes ragged. “Haaa. Oh G-god. Fuck. Y-y-yes…”
A shuddering moan. The smacking of lips and the gulp of swallowing something displeasing.
“I hope you know how much I hate swallowing. I can’t stand making any more of a mess in here than it already is, even if it means forsaking passion, or at least comfort…”
“Will you shut up and fuck me already?”
“So pushy…”
Pop. “You usually like it when I’m pushy.”
Squirt. “Ah, but not like this. Rushing the moment. Tsktsk. It’s a shame.”
Gasp. “Ahh! Warn me when you’re going to do that, next time!”
“What did I say about rushing the moment?”
“Go to hell.”
“But if I’m in hell, can I do this?”
“Hnnnnngh. I take it back, if that’s what you want, just do that again…”
“I’m surprised you gave in that quickly… Now, do you want me to keep at this, or get inside you already?”
“G-get in-- Oh, for fuck’s sake! Just do it!”
“There you go again. Rushing… Ohhhhhhh.”
“Fuckk.”
“I keep forgetting how tight you are. Even after all this time…”
“Ha. Haaaa. You’re such a jackass.”
“Not the time for name calling. Not while I have you in this position.”
“Will you please move, already?” Two simultaneous groans rang out deeply.
“It’s been too long.”
“I know, I told you that.”
“Not cooperating. I ought to tie you up.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhnnnnngh...”
“You do usually enjoy that. Shame this is such a spur of the moment tryst, I’d have liked to see you tied up to my bed, perhaps even blindfolded.”
“Fuuuuuck.”
“Of course you wouldn’t be able to see me fucking you, or the faces I make when I come inside of you. Nor your lovely eyes, scrunched together in pleasure…”
“Go faster, dammit!”
A moan, followed by a high pitched whine.
“Harder! Harder!”
Heavy pants, shaky breathing, and finally a long moan from one, and a shout of “Fuck” from the other.
Silence.
“I didn’t expect it would finish up that fast.”
“When you told me to meet you, you did say for a quickie.”
“You think anyone heard us?”
“England, mon cher, it’s long past the end of the day. I highly doubt it.”
Outside of the closet door in the conference room, a silence filled the room.
A somewhat disturbed silence.
Japan had been staring at the door, terrified, but too compelled to look away.
America was stifling a laugh, and being handed ten dollars by a disturbed but begrudged Canada.
Italy was mouthing “I told you so” to Germany, who was rubbing his temples and shaking his head.
All weren’t terribly surprised to see France and England emerge from the closet, though they did make an attempt to look busy and make excuses.
Verry happy OP here!
anonymous
August 11 2011, 22:34:06 UTC
I LOVED THIS. SO MUCH. The entire time I was reading I was trying to figure out who it was XD I knew Iggy was there, but I couldn't tell who else. Also, Japan's reactions and the last line- PRICELESS. Here, take my first born child! *tosses through the internet*
Loved it! I love France and England and their snarkiness towards one another, and I especially enjoyed that bit at the end where Canada lost the bet to America XD
Oh god, Anon. I love this fill to heaven and back. Pfffft England is so... England. I love that he just gives up bantering by the end of it. And I'm especially a fan of FrUK where they obviously take turns topping, so much love for that.
“Hmmm.”
“I’d appreciate you not attempting to hum your national anthem while kissing me.”
“I have to do something to keep me from becoming bored. You kiss like an old maid.”
“I kiss like a--! I can walk out right now!”
“No, no, no, no, no. Stay. I’ll stop humming, even if I die of boredom.”
“Not very convincing, are you?”
“Oh, well then. Shall you let me change your mind for you…?”
The rustle of clothing, the bump of a body pressed to the wall, two mouths fighting for dominance.
“Rough today, aren’t you?”
“You know it’s been a while. Wait, what the fu-- what are you doing?”
“You just said it’s been a while. What better way to break that sexual fasting than for me to go down on you?”
“Because that will mean you get to top! You topped last time, you ass!”
“What is it that America is so fond of saying? Ah, ‘You snooze, you lose,’ I believe he says.”
“I cannot believe you’re basing a decision on one of America’s sayings. Excellent. Great job. Oh fuck it. Please. Just do it.”
A sharp intake of breath over light sucking noises. “I’ve forgotten how good you are at this.” His breath becomes ragged. “Haaa. Oh G-god. Fuck. Y-y-yes…”
A shuddering moan. The smacking of lips and the gulp of swallowing something displeasing.
“I hope you know how much I hate swallowing. I can’t stand making any more of a mess in here than it already is, even if it means forsaking passion, or at least comfort…”
“Will you shut up and fuck me already?”
“So pushy…”
Pop. “You usually like it when I’m pushy.”
Squirt. “Ah, but not like this. Rushing the moment. Tsktsk. It’s a shame.”
Gasp. “Ahh! Warn me when you’re going to do that, next time!”
“What did I say about rushing the moment?”
“Go to hell.”
“But if I’m in hell, can I do this?”
“Hnnnnngh. I take it back, if that’s what you want, just do that again…”
“I’m surprised you gave in that quickly… Now, do you want me to keep at this, or get inside you already?”
“G-get in-- Oh, for fuck’s sake! Just do it!”
“There you go again. Rushing… Ohhhhhhh.”
“Fuckk.”
“I keep forgetting how tight you are. Even after all this time…”
“Ha. Haaaa. You’re such a jackass.”
“Not the time for name calling. Not while I have you in this position.”
“Will you please move, already?” Two simultaneous groans rang out deeply.
“It’s been too long.”
“I know, I told you that.”
“Not cooperating. I ought to tie you up.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhnnnnngh...”
“You do usually enjoy that. Shame this is such a spur of the moment tryst, I’d have liked to see you tied up to my bed, perhaps even blindfolded.”
“Fuuuuuck.”
“Of course you wouldn’t be able to see me fucking you, or the faces I make when I come inside of you. Nor your lovely eyes, scrunched together in pleasure…”
“Go faster, dammit!”
A moan, followed by a high pitched whine.
“Harder! Harder!”
Heavy pants, shaky breathing, and finally a long moan from one, and a shout of “Fuck” from the other.
Silence.
“I didn’t expect it would finish up that fast.”
“When you told me to meet you, you did say for a quickie.”
“You think anyone heard us?”
“England, mon cher, it’s long past the end of the day. I highly doubt it.”
Outside of the closet door in the conference room, a silence filled the room.
A somewhat disturbed silence.
Japan had been staring at the door, terrified, but too compelled to look away.
America was stifling a laugh, and being handed ten dollars by a disturbed but begrudged Canada.
Italy was mouthing “I told you so” to Germany, who was rubbing his temples and shaking his head.
All weren’t terribly surprised to see France and England emerge from the closet, though they did make an attempt to look busy and make excuses.
England turned a violent shade of red.
France simply smirked.
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I'm sooooo glad you liked it! I was all "hogod, it's gonna suck." I was glad you weren't too sure who it was. Muhahaha. It's what I aimed for.
I was originally going to have Hungary passed out with a nosebleed, but I decided to keep it to the G8 for some reason.
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YAY! I'm glad someone noticed the bet part! Poor Canada. He never wins.
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