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By the time a panting England returned to earth, his whole body shaking in pleasure, America had already pushed two fingers inside him and was stimulating and scissoring the inner skin and muscles.
“Wa-wait” Arthur pleaded, mind spinning as he tried to recover from his first orgasm, his muscles clenching around America’s fingers on their own. “Alfred, slower, wa-ahhh…”
Once again his words were cut, as America, who was diligently working his way in, had found where the prostate was and was now brushing his middle finger on it, mindful not to hit it too hard yet.
Arthur thrashed on the mattress, feeling his arousal return full force at the different, deeper pleasure that tingled inside him, making his fingers and toes curl and white dance at the edge of his vision.
It was fast -godsofastandgoodand -he groaned Alfred’s name again, repeating it over and over.
“I’m pushing in now” Alfred warned, his tone wavering at the intensity of his own desire. His fingers were trembling, showing how his self-control wasn’t as steady as it looked.
But who could have blamed him? The way England was moving, he was about to come just looking…
Then he was going in -the pleasurable heat surrounding his erection, pressing against it, enclosing it, and he hissed, stopping halfway through in order to breathe.
It was…
Holy mother of… it was tight and deliciously -good.
Neither was by then paying attention to anything that was not each other, both too lost in pleasure and heat to even care.
America moved, going deeper in and eliciting groans and yelps (both of pain and pleasure) from England, whose tied hands tried to be freed -and in the end he managed to loosen the knot. The moment his arms came free he tugged America down, smashing their lips together again and resuming the dominance battle.
“More” he pleaded, licking at Alfred’s lips and meeting the other’s tongue, sucking on it. “More, please… Alfred…”
All of his reluctance had been won over, and dignity had left him -what was left was the simple, sheer pleasure with a twinge of pain that satisfied his masochist inner self.
America chuckled, voice rasp for his own desire, and locked on England’s lips again whilst slamming in hard.
England yelled, white exploding around his visual, but the sound came out muffled thanks to the lips covering his own, the tongue sneaking inside, dominating his, and the body over his own pushing back in again, and again and-
“Alfred!” he tried to yell, unable to think of anything but that single name.
America kept ramming inside, groaning in synch with England as the other man’s nails raked his back, and strong tights wrapped around his midsection, to pull him closer.
Everything blurred into heat and darkness and pleasure as they kept moving, Arthur meeting Alfred’s thrusts mid-way, lips locked, his erection being pressed between America’s chest and his own, prostate continuously stimulated and brushed and hit-
His orgasm hit suddenly, building over in a rush and leaving him breathless.
Arthur gasped out, eyes rolling behind heavy eyelids and body shaking and trembling, hands clutching at America’s back with such intensity that blood trickled down, seed covering his stomach.
America kept moving, willing away his orgasm and gritting his teeth, not wanting to end it just like that, and closed his eyes, knowing that one look at England’s pleasured face would make his control shatter.
Arthur, coming down from his second orgasm, tingling all over, yelped at the feeling of the other blond man still moving inside, keeping up his prostate’s abuse whilst nibbling at his neck.
“Al-ah.. Alfred… ‘s enough…”
Of course America simply grunted in reply, completely ignoring him.
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“Alfred… please… ah… please…” he trashed his head from one side to the other, but America didn’t stop, his pace even speeding up, slamming inside him, striking at his prostate every single time- “Ahhh Alfre-hnnn”
Alfred shifted his whole weight up, pushing more strength in his thrusting and moving one of his hand down, grabbing Arthur’s spent member and coaxing it back to life, smirking at the insults Arthur managed to grind out between his groaning and panting.
“I’ll… make you… pay” England groaned, sweat rolling down his chin, unable to do anything more than rock at America’s pace. “AH! God… please…”
This time, America allowed orgasm to wash over him, stilling his movements and striking on England’s prostate one last time, keeping there enough for his lover to come together with him.
Alfred let out a shivering groan, sweaty hands holding onto Arthur’s body like an anchor as he rode his peak, releasing deep inside the other nation’s body, feeling him quiver and gasp underneath him as he dry orgasmed.
Finally spent, America fell down on England, gasping and trying to make the world stop spinning around him; his quality time with his once brother were always intense, but there was something exciting in doing it next to a sleeping someone…
Slipping out of Arthur, feeling some of his juices leak out as well, America groaned in satisfaction.
“Hmm… we should sleepover with someone more often” he murmured, leaning down lazily to kiss Arthur’s neck. “Besides, this way I can lay a claim and… Arthur?”
America blinked in surprise when, looking up, he found England unresponsive and asleep, head rolled to a side, a trail of saliva running down his chin.
Chuckling, Alfred shifted upwards and licked it away, kissing the fainted man on the mouth. It was in times like these, when England was so unprotected and relaxed, that America truly admired him the most.
Such a strong nation, no matter how many battles could be fought where he had to ask for help… England always managed to stand back up again…
Not trusting, though -until now, until America came back to sweep him away…
“It’s just another way to love you, even though you might not believe me if I were to tell you” he muttered, clinging at him possessively and moving to the side, preparing to fall asleep as well. “To protect you I’ve grown stronger… so that I could be able to see this side of you… so that no one could claim you before I could…”
Knowing he would probably pay for his behaviour of the night, but not caring the least, America cuddled next to Arthur, smiling and drifting into a sleep filled with dreams of hamburgers and England smiling at him with warmth and care.
The room fell into deep silence again, as the two previously awake occupants finally slept away their fatigue.
The third figure, mostly forgotten by both, shifted uneasily, head propped up on his hands.
‘So that’s what France-san called… voyeurism’ Honda thought, cheeks flushed but eyes wide and bright. ‘Uncouth, but… interesting…’
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Thank you so very much, anon!writer *tackleglomps*
Also, Japan. XDD
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HAHAHAHAHAH
that was hot and sexy...
and America's thought about his reason to be stronger is so sweet :)
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Japan at the end was AWEsome
Sex was also really well written. I especially enjoyed the bits at late 4 and early 5.
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It's typical for most stories, thus I soooooooo knew that Japan must be awake ~w~
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Heck, fourteen thousand and one.
Love UK's yummy ukeness, love America's dominating-ness~~
This line is win--> America kept moving, willing away his orgasm and gritting his teeth, not wanting to end it just like that, and closed his eyes, knowing that one look at England’s pleasured face would make his control shatter.
And, of course, Japan~~ My love~~
x33
Marry me, anon~~
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And to think it was US and England and not France first..
Mind=Blown. <3
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