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

Jul 25, 2008 15:44


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Please Please Me anonymous November 15 2008, 07:46:33 UTC
He never expected to have this again, not even now, nearly two hundred years after the war that forever tarnished their relationship. England runs his fingers down America's sides reverently, achingly slow, clutching at his hips s though he might disappear.

America throws his head back with a loud, low moan. His neck is exposed, golden and taunt, and England doesn't know whether he should bite or merely suck.

"Brill, England, you're so brilliant, man," America murmurs between his fingers.

England watches as he bites and sucks at them, craving something infinitely more obscene, and lets his own mouth wander southward, following that trail of blond curls until his lips are barely kissing the head of America's prick.

He revels in the control he's allowed, in the way America's flushed chest rises and falls so rapidly, his hips straining upward to meet England's mouth.

He asks, "Do you want me, love?"

"Yes." England never moves his gaze from America's eyes, like chips of blue fire, as he falls into begging, pleading. "Please," he moans, and babbles, "Please, England."

"Please what?" England parries, and rubs his thumbs in circles over America's inner thighs.

He moans aloud himself at America's hissing exhale, the way his white teeth bite down hard on his own fingers as he tries to gather his breath. His hips are squirming against England's palms, and his toes are curled tightly over the edge of the bed. "Please," he says again.

"Please please me," America manages to laugh, breathless and England's prick twitches achingly.

His arms threaten to give out when America's left hand grabs his arse, dragging them closer, and captures his lips. England gives himself up, losing himself to the heady arousal.

America pushes their hips together, and England has to remember how to breathe.

"No more catty euphemisms and beat," America's taste is still in his mouth, their tongue still almost touching, "I want you inside me, now."

"Come a little closer," England grins, pushing him away and slicking his fingers with America's lube.

He let's America squirm, watching as he grows more impatient, like the girls did hours ago before the show started, their voices cracked and broken from all their incessant screaming.

England has America in his arms, closer than ever, has him sucking in his breath as he pushes a finger inside him. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," he whispers, spreading his legs wider as England gives him another two fingers.

"C'mon baby, now." England moans, and slides his prick in, inch by inch, until America thrusts his hips forward, encasing him, and they both toss back their heads, lost in pleasure.

He begins to thrust, and America's chants become white noise, like an unplugged amp. He's lost, and he wants nothing more than this moment to last forever, one fantasy out of many to come true.

His fingers close around America's erection, and what were once words coming from him are now garbled half-syllables. They're lyrics, or suggestions, or England's name, repeated over and over.

He can't hold on much longer.

America gasps, and England buries his head into America's shoulder as he comes. He continues to run his slicked hand over America's erection as he shakes, and America clenches around him, spurting semen into his hand and over their stomachs.

He cleans them off, and America's already drowsy, his eyes half-closed.

England pulls off his glasses and sets them asides, curling his arms around America's waist and muttering, "Let me whisper in your ear, say the words you long to hear..."

But he can't bring himself to finish.

Lyrics are from Please Please Me, Twist and Shout, and Do You Want to Know a Secret, with apologies to the Beatles. *cough* England can't say the last line, "I'm in love with you."

Hope this is, uhhh, something like what you wanted.

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Re: Please Please Me anonymous November 15 2008, 08:32:55 UTC
Not the OP, but damn, that was perfect for the prompt, hahaha.

THE LYRICS, AHH. ♥ the way you strewn them in with the story was hot and adorably clever, man.

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Re: Please Please Me anonymous November 15 2008, 14:42:01 UTC
Sexy, cute and hot and a bittersweet ending. How could this anon not love it?

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OP anonymous November 15 2008, 17:48:37 UTC
!!!!!

THANK YOU AUTHOR ANON! WHAT A WONDERFUL THING TO WAKE UP TO! I love the way you used the lyrics sosososo much. And it was hot. Unf.

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Re: Please Please Me anonymous November 17 2008, 19:34:46 UTC
AHHHHH holy crap I love you. This is fantastic.

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Re: Please Please Me anonymous November 18 2008, 06:09:39 UTC
Love this like... whoa. *blush*

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Re: Please Please Me anonymous November 29 2008, 03:42:20 UTC
Thisssss.

I loved it. ;w;

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Re: Please Please Me anonymous June 3 2009, 21:23:03 UTC
This is...so....guh....so awesome. I offer you my first born child.

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