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Absolutely edible.
Now America had a better idea on what to do to pass the time. A way better idea.
He sat up on his futon, under the curious gaze of the other, whose eyes narrowed a bit as America shuffled towards him, pulling the futon close to his.
“Hey, wait, what are you bloody doing?” he hissed, definitely not in the mood for anything the ex-colony could pull off, especially after the tiring day. “Don’t you dare come near!”
Ignoring the older Nation as he was used to, America hummed softly and took off the cloth string that held together his own kimono. England let out an undignified grunt at the sight of the naked skin underneath, and looked away, cheeks flushing brightly.
“Alfred!” he growled out, terribly embarrassed and with his stomach fluttering slightly. “What the bloody hell are you doing?!”
“Well, Artie, I first thought we could talk, but right now I have a better idea” America chirped, keeping his voice low but still loud enough to convey just how cheerful he was at the moment. “Lay back down and enjoy the ride, will you?”
England’s eyes widened at the words and he attempted sitting up to shift as far from the blond idiot in front of him as he could, but America was faster than him -he moved the sheets away, uncovering England’s body, and grabbed his obi to remove it.
England squeaked, ashamed at his own reaction, and grabbed the other’s wrist in a tight grip, growling. He wasn’t liking the situation much. Risking to look away from America, he glanced to the prone form of Japan, relieved to see he was still sleeping with his back towards them.
Brows furrowing in anger, he turned around again. “Don’t even think about it! Did your brain finally crack?! There’s Japan sleeping here! You can’t really want to-”
The rest of his affronted speech was muffled by America’s lips crashing onto his; England gasped out at the feeling of the cool, soft lips move against his own, coaxing a response from him.
For a second, he allowed the contact, fighting for dominance almost unthinkingly.
His tongue darted out, meeting America’s eager one almost shyly, then he growled, pushing the American’s body away and growling at him “how dare-” America pushed him back down, not leaving enough time for a heated reply, kissing him again.
A hand sneaked to England’s legs, shifting under the kimono on the naked skin, caressing it with heated fingers, whilst the other moved to grasp both of Arthur’s wrists, holding them still; the British struggled, cheeks flushing even more at the contact, both unwanted and deliciously needed, and at the embarrassment.
“-stop!” he hissed when America left his lips, only to shift to his neck, licking it and nipping at the tender skin, eliciting a soft moan from Arthur’s traitorous lips. “No… not here… not with him there…” he threw another alarmed look at the sleeping Japan.
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For all that was worth, England wanted nothing more than kick America in his ‘vital regions’ and yell at him, but a part of him that was growing… bigger… every second passing was actually agreeing with him.
Holy God, though, wasn’t Alfred bloody damned sexy when he…
“But… Japan is there…” though his voice didn’t hold the same conviction as before, Arthur didn’t want to cave in this easily.
“If you’re quiet enough… he won’t need to wake up…”
England’s eyes fluttered close when America started nibbling his way down to his chest, pushing the kimono folds out of the way, grabbing the obi and using it to tie Arthur’s arms above his head, unmindful of England’s hushed but heated protests.
“Shh… didn’t you want to keep quiet?” he chastised the man, smirking as he bit down on one rosy nipple.
England groaned, arching his body to have more contact, pulling at his tied hands with an annoyed growl.
He severely disliked this submission of his -and he protested, biting hard on America’s neck the moment he had it close enough.
Unfortunately, this only served to excite the other more.
Soon, England stopped protesting, as America’s mouth washed away any kind of will from him -gods, that mouth…
Nibbling, licking, sucking, biting… Arthur’s mind short-circuited in pleasure, and could do nothing but arch his back and try to keep his embarrassing moans and groans low enough not to wake their sleeping companion.
America’s hands rubbed at England’s inner tights, pulling them apart enough to settle in-between them, grinding the now fully erect arousals together, hissing in delight and growing even harder at the sexy mewls coming out of Arthur’s lips as the British moved on his own to meet America’s thrusts.
Cheeks flushed by passion and arousal, hair framing his face, eyes lid with pleasure and desire, England offered a unique, delightful sight; America felt heat pool inside his lower abdomen, and knew that by sight alone he was close enough already.
Groaning, he lowered himself on England’s erection, flickering his tongue out and lazily tasting the pre-cum leaking from its tip, making the man under him moan, shivers racking his body.
Apparently, England found the situation just as arousing.
Feeling his smirk double, Alfred took in the engorged shaft into his mouth, one inch at a time, mindful to let England feel it.
“Ah…” Arthur felt wet heat surround his vital region and threw his head backwards on the pillow, groaning loudly and grasping tightly at the futon’s edges with his still tied hands, arching his back and pulling his legs open even wider. It felt… it felt…
“Alfred… stop…” the other man’s name was drawled out in a long needy moan, but the plead was ignored and soon America was offering his best performance to England.
The skilled tongue that could roll around entire discussions and dance through complex subjects was now wrapped around his erection, teeth that usually bit down hamburgers were now nibbling at the tender, red skin, hands massaging the area around, pressing on his balls and then underneath-
England lost it and came hard, arching his back so much America feared it’d snap, yelling out his release and riding through his orgasm with painful intensity, whilst Alfred moved away quickly, gathering the white seed in his hands and coating his fingers with it.
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