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England pressed himself against the headboard of the bed he’d crawled onto after finding the deserted bedroom. One hand flicked the fly of his pants open and the other pulled the collar of Alfred’s thick leather jacket to his nose and mouth. He concentrated on the smell of the jacket; cigarettes, diesel engines, gun oil, and the American himself (maybe a little hamburger too).
Letting his hand drop to his chest, he slid down the head board and ducked his head slightly, breathing in the air around the jacket and feeling pleasantly light headed as if the smell of old tobacco alone had given him a buzz. Sighing into the fur collar, the Brit let his eyes slide shut and he pushed his boxers out of the way to trail a finger up the underside of his cock. He groaned, the jacket was a bit too big for him and the end of the sleeve had brushed, feather light, over the sensitive head of his erection.
Arthur imagined the owner of the jacket. His smile, his hands, his bright, bright eyes (America the beautiful, indeed). He half whimpered, half moaned and wriggled his way further down into the jacket. Breathing in again, he began to stroke himself, imagining that the smell of cigarettes and everything wasn’t coming from the jacket, but a body instead. That it wasn’t his own hand that was pulling over his erection, but a larger, stronger hand. He moaned again, louder this time.
His strokes became steadily faster and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, Arthur was startled back to reality when he felt the bed dip sharply beside him and another hand join his. Eyes snapping open, Arthur glared and then felt his face flush with shame as his body shuddered with pleasure. Bright blue eyes and a self-satisfied smirk met his gaze. “A-Alfred-!” The name was exclaimed with a mix of shock, annoyance, and pleasure.
“Mm~” The younger nation purred at Arthur and leaned against the Brit to leave a trail of kisses and licks along the side of his neck. “If you wanted help,” Alfred murmured with a chuckle, “you could have just asked.”
The Brit frowned and reigned himself under control for a moment, having to tilt his head away from Alfred so he wasn’t surrounded by that smell. He growled and push the American away. “Who said-“ He had to pause to cover a gasp and pull Alfred’s hand off of him because the man was just too damn good at this, “I needed help?”
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“Why you- ah!” Arthur gasped and felt himself curl slightly around the larger body, hands reaching up to clutch at America’s shirt. The smell was everywhere and Arthur was beginning to feel light headed again, his whole body tingling with a pleasant fire.
Soon America had England rocking his hips up into his hand and gasping, murmuring half-formed curses and garbled versions of Alfred’s name. The American answered back with quiet hums and kisses on Arthur’s neck. Trailing the hand that had been teasing a sensitive nipple down Arthur’s body, Alfred cupped one round cheek of the Brit’s ass and let his fingers wander until he felt them brush against the puckered entrance, he let the tip of his finger press in just slightly and bit the Brit’s neck gently.
Arthur gasped and his spine bowed back when he felt the tip of the finger press in, “A-Al…! I’m- nnh!” He released against Alfred’s hand, his come trapped between him and the other body. He rode out his orgasm with a shuddering gasp, curling around Alfred’s body.
Breaths slowing, England sagged against the headboard as his muscles relaxed. He glared half-heartedly at the grinning man in front of him. “You,” Arthur accused with a sigh.
Alfred winked. “Me.”
The Brit just sighed and let his eyes slide shut again, his head dropping back to the headboard with a gentle thump. He unclenched his hands from Alfred’s shirt, almost as if it was an afterthought, and let them rest on the smooth leather of the jacket, his fingers tracing the creases idly. “Got any fags on you?”
The American snorted as he laughed and nodded while burying his face into the crook of Arthur’s neck. “There’s one in my jacket.”
Arthur pushed him off the bed.
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Uh, the word ‘fag’ also means ‘cigarette’… just in case somebody was confused about that. @_@ This Anon would really appreciate constructive feedback for writing porny scenes (or just writing in general), as she does not do them often and rarely shares.
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I'll be in my bunk.
(WTF THAT WAS HOT. MY CRIT IS YOU NEED TO WRITE MORE)
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I'm so glad you liked it. n_n Thanks for letting me know about the grammar. xD Now I can make sure to pay attention to it. If you don't mind pointing out an example?
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I think this was my favorite line <33 This was deliciously hot, Anon. <3
And sorry I can't provide any crits for you; a writer I am not. =3=
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And I love when people answer "You--!" with "Me." It's such a very Alfred thing to do.
♥
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. . . -thinks really hard-
. . . -gets down on one knee and holds out a ring-
Marry me, WriterAnon!
I'll take you to the far and great parts of the Internet which has never been known! -loves on-
We can have our honeymoon with cigarette-scented jackets on ;D
Thank you for filling this, thank you thank you~
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Cigarette-scented jackets ready to go!! xD
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This was deliciously hot. Makes me wish I had a bomber jacket at my disposal.
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Ahahaha the whole thing was great though. Sexy. Actually makes me kind of want America a little. (I'M SO SORRY MATTIE)
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*molests cute tsundere-looking Arthur*
UHM, HI ART!ANON. WANNA SEX?
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