In order to celebrate HETALIA'S anime adaptation. AXIS POWERS HETALIA KINK MEME

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America manoeuvred his way down Canada’s chest, untying, unbuckling, unbuttoning. The rush of cold air against his skin made his nipples harden involuntarily. The American took full advantage of it, latching onto one of the hard nubs and sucking hard. A soft sound escaped from Canada’s throat as he hunched his shoulders in an effort not to arch his back like he wanted to. Even more embarrassing was that with his thigh pressed hard in between Canada’s legs, there was no way America could miss how his body was reacting.

UK’s thrusts were growing erratic, a couple of them pulling out of the Canadian’s mouth completely and streaking along his cheek, leaving trails of saliva to cool on his skin.

America had moved on from his chest, but the Brit had taken over, flicking his thumbs over the moistened nipples until Canada’s body simply couldn’t stop from arching into the air. America took advantage of the opportunity and pulled Canada’s pants clean off, hampered only for a moment by his boots which were also quickly dispensed of.

He had a brief sensation of his legs being thrown into the air, then America’s mouth was licking there and all functional thought ceased. Canada moaned loudly around the Brit in his mouth, wriggling and rolling his hips, uncaring anymore as America tried to shove his tongue deeper inside.

But when the American grasped Canada’s embarrassingly hard length, stroking it firmly, it became too much. With a low muffled cry, the Canadian’s back arched clear off the table, UK slipping from his mouth, his hands curling into fists behind his back, the nails practically drawing blood with the intensity of his climax.

Canada panted, his eyes closed, his tears trickling down his temples into his hair. A resounding feeling of not being quite fully satisfied echoed through his body, despite his release pooling warm and sticky on his belly.

“Please,” he whispered, not even fully conscious of speaking. “I want… I need…”

He could hear the smile in America’s voice when he replied, “There’s our slutty Canada.”

Tomorrow Canada would remember how they betrayed him. Tomorrow he would tell them off politely and reassert his independence. But right now he could barely remember his own name, especially when America pressed thickly inside, tearing the breath from his lungs and making his stomach clench. Shudders wracked his frame as every thrust from the American sent a bolt of pleasure/pain up his spine.

His mouth felt empty. The Canadian tilted his head, licking along the length of UK’s hardness, still slick from earlier.

America hooked one of Canada’s legs over his shoulder, turning the blond onto his side slightly, undoing the binding of his hands. They immediately went to balance him as he took UK into his mouth again, voluntarily this time.

UK threaded his hands into Canada’s hair familiarly, except instead of an affectionate ruffle, it was to move his mouth the way the Brit wanted. Canada still moved along with him, grateful just for the touch, wanting to please him, wanting UK to remember him.

The Brit was breathing harshly, his hips moving erratically again as Canada applied his tongue as skilfully as he was able. It wasn’t long before UK simply couldn’t hold out anymore and with a little double aspirated moan, pulled from the other man’s warm mouth, releasing onto his face.