Entwined [1/2]
anonymous
May 22 2009, 23:18:12 UTC
(Writer Anon has been too longwinded for own good lately, so something short. ^^; New Zealand is based on my personal interpretation of him, namely an RP character... I've always thought of India as a woman and South Africa... well, I thought that we needed more girls here.)
Arthur vaguely wonders where his tie has gone. Oh- it’s up on the chandelier. How the hell had that happened? He opens his mouth to remark about it when it is covered by chapped lips and an overeager tongue. Australia has never been one to do things by halves, after all; the bandage placed absurdly upon the bridge of his nose bears Saint George’s cross, red on white. Breathing out from his nostrils, England relaxes only to arch upwards at textured fingertips slowly going down his chest. He realizes dazedly that it has to be two people, unless Hong Kong has sprouted another pair of limbs, like one of India’s bizarre gods. His former colony does not precisely smile at him though something like a smirk flickers in dark, dark eyes. Concentrating, he makes a muzzy guess and is proven wrong. New Zealand has softer fingers than he thought and the lamp light casts a flattering glow against skin colored like teak and patterned with intricate, barbaric tattoos. The other island nation smiles at him, murmuring something in Maori, naked save for a bone pendant around his neck.
England can see a glimmer of gold at the corner of his vision and light also reflecting off two pairs of lenses. America and Canada are entwined, two perfect, golden children that almost breaks his heart to see. Then he hears a muffled curse as South Africa shoulders Australia away and he tastes her lips on his, honey flavored and soft in only the way a female’s can be. She laughs, low and rich, her long, tightly curled hair barely covering the tops of her dusky breasts, then she moans into his mouth as India’s delicate, hennaed fingers reach around her to play with her nipples. The golden light shines upon her lithe body but also upon her many scars, white and raised upon the skin, like barbaric markings that are both terrible and beautiful.
The gentle clatter and chiming of India’s many bangles echo in his ears. He sees diamonds glitter upon her nose ring and earrings, bits of mirror sewn into the red scarf she still wears in a mockery of modesty. England hears New Zealand’s low muttered curse and Australia’s chuckle, the two of them bantering in a constant stream of muttered, mangled English, and he moans as he feels Hong Kong’s thin lips upon his cock.
South Africa kisses his cheek affectionately and draws away from his mouth, though he wants nothing more than to bury his face into her magnificent breasts and suck at one of her dark nipples. Instead, he sees India get that honor, with the flower-painted fingers delving between long legs, into a nestled patch of dark, dark curls. He feels roughened fingers turn his yearning eyes away and he sees twin pairs of blue eyes blinking at him in near identical looks of affection and mischief. Canada kisses him first, his lips sweet and sticky like maple syrup. His kisses are gentle and surprisingly straight-forward and drawn away at just the right time. America kisses him next, his mouth sticky with chocolate and rum-spiked frosting, his kiss just as aggressive and passionate as he is.
Entwined [2/2]
anonymous
May 22 2009, 23:19:26 UTC
India murmurs something indistinct and England tries not to whine pitifully as Hong Kong’s experienced mouth, which was teasing his cock so very well, draws away from him. America laughs, pulling his former colonizer up to a sitting position and against his chest. Experienced hands grab around England’s cock again and Alfred pushes his hips forward, pressing his equally hard cock between Arthur’s cleft. Mutely, they come to a wonderful accord. Canada kisses England’s check affectionately and gets up, guiding his tip into himself. Arthur is about to protest when he realizes that Canada is already lubricated and stretched. A wonderful tight friction surrounds him and the two of them gasp in unison, America helping them along and laughing.
Canada rests on his lap, shuddering in exertion and pleasure. England too shudders but he reaches over, kissing everywhere he can reach, lips, neck, throat, collarbones, shoulders, nipples. Dazedly, he is aware of America parting his cheeks and slipping in lubricated fingers (where had he gotten that from?). England rocks back and forth, making Canada moan too. He looks around after a moment, lust and alcohol-dimmed eyes noting New Zealand and Australia seeming as though they can’t make up their minds whether they’re fucking or fighting (or maybe both) with their muscular bodies straining and stretching and India and South Africa having their wicked way with Hong Kong, their slender fingers pinching at his nipples and their mouths licking along his cock.
When America finally enters him, England moans, burying his face into Canada’s shoulder and biting down on the pale skin. They overbalance, or perhaps one of them deliberately falls or pushes, because soon Matthew’s on his back on the floor, Arthur covering him, and Alfred on top.
It takes a little time to get into the rhythm of things but soon they grow accustomed to one another, thrusting and pushing against each other with three voices in a trio of moans and groans and bitten-off curses. England then grasps Canada’s cock and starts pumping at it in the same rhythm, causing a flurry of French. There is only them, their bodies and their sweat and blood and voices. England isn’t sure who climaxes first, only that he frantically thrusts one last time into Canada even as America’s strong, white teeth bite into his shoulder. Panting, he hunches over Matthew as to not crush him, feeling his fingers hot and sticky with semen and more dripping out of him. Alfred kisses the back of his neck and nibbles along the curve of his ear.
“Happy Birthday, ‘Dad,’” America whispers affectionately.
(recaptcha: relatively symbolic Well then, doesn't that describe Hetalia?)
Re: Entwined [2/2]
anonymous
May 23 2009, 15:12:34 UTC
^_^ Arthur is a lucky bastard. Particularly on his birthday.
Aussie has a mouth on him and NZ's buttons keep getting pressed, hence the angry sex between two very hot, very muscular men. -laugh- Author-anon isn't sure whether to pity Hong Kong or not. Those two wicked ladies are going to REALLY have their wicked way with him...
Re: Entwined [2/2]
anonymous
May 24 2009, 00:37:51 UTC
Well. Then. I. Uh. Yeah.
That was awesome. Like...holy crap awesome. One of my favorite parts had to be Australia and New Zealand. Gotta love those two. XD (And I've always seen South Africa as a woman, too, actually.)
To be honest, South Africa just kind of popped into existence and then started fleshing herself out (bossy bint). Aussie and Kiwi are freaking hilarious together (try catching them when they're not having mad sex that looks like half a rugby brawl).
Arthur vaguely wonders where his tie has gone. Oh- it’s up on the chandelier. How the hell had that happened? He opens his mouth to remark about it when it is covered by chapped lips and an overeager tongue. Australia has never been one to do things by halves, after all; the bandage placed absurdly upon the bridge of his nose bears Saint George’s cross, red on white. Breathing out from his nostrils, England relaxes only to arch upwards at textured fingertips slowly going down his chest. He realizes dazedly that it has to be two people, unless Hong Kong has sprouted another pair of limbs, like one of India’s bizarre gods. His former colony does not precisely smile at him though something like a smirk flickers in dark, dark eyes. Concentrating, he makes a muzzy guess and is proven wrong. New Zealand has softer fingers than he thought and the lamp light casts a flattering glow against skin colored like teak and patterned with intricate, barbaric tattoos. The other island nation smiles at him, murmuring something in Maori, naked save for a bone pendant around his neck.
England can see a glimmer of gold at the corner of his vision and light also reflecting off two pairs of lenses. America and Canada are entwined, two perfect, golden children that almost breaks his heart to see. Then he hears a muffled curse as South Africa shoulders Australia away and he tastes her lips on his, honey flavored and soft in only the way a female’s can be. She laughs, low and rich, her long, tightly curled hair barely covering the tops of her dusky breasts, then she moans into his mouth as India’s delicate, hennaed fingers reach around her to play with her nipples. The golden light shines upon her lithe body but also upon her many scars, white and raised upon the skin, like barbaric markings that are both terrible and beautiful.
The gentle clatter and chiming of India’s many bangles echo in his ears. He sees diamonds glitter upon her nose ring and earrings, bits of mirror sewn into the red scarf she still wears in a mockery of modesty. England hears New Zealand’s low muttered curse and Australia’s chuckle, the two of them bantering in a constant stream of muttered, mangled English, and he moans as he feels Hong Kong’s thin lips upon his cock.
South Africa kisses his cheek affectionately and draws away from his mouth, though he wants nothing more than to bury his face into her magnificent breasts and suck at one of her dark nipples. Instead, he sees India get that honor, with the flower-painted fingers delving between long legs, into a nestled patch of dark, dark curls. He feels roughened fingers turn his yearning eyes away and he sees twin pairs of blue eyes blinking at him in near identical looks of affection and mischief. Canada kisses him first, his lips sweet and sticky like maple syrup. His kisses are gentle and surprisingly straight-forward and drawn away at just the right time. America kisses him next, his mouth sticky with chocolate and rum-spiked frosting, his kiss just as aggressive and passionate as he is.
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Canada rests on his lap, shuddering in exertion and pleasure. England too shudders but he reaches over, kissing everywhere he can reach, lips, neck, throat, collarbones, shoulders, nipples. Dazedly, he is aware of America parting his cheeks and slipping in lubricated fingers (where had he gotten that from?). England rocks back and forth, making Canada moan too. He looks around after a moment, lust and alcohol-dimmed eyes noting New Zealand and Australia seeming as though they can’t make up their minds whether they’re fucking or fighting (or maybe both) with their muscular bodies straining and stretching and India and South Africa having their wicked way with Hong Kong, their slender fingers pinching at his nipples and their mouths licking along his cock.
When America finally enters him, England moans, burying his face into Canada’s shoulder and biting down on the pale skin. They overbalance, or perhaps one of them deliberately falls or pushes, because soon Matthew’s on his back on the floor, Arthur covering him, and Alfred on top.
It takes a little time to get into the rhythm of things but soon they grow accustomed to one another, thrusting and pushing against each other with three voices in a trio of moans and groans and bitten-off curses. England then grasps Canada’s cock and starts pumping at it in the same rhythm, causing a flurry of French. There is only them, their bodies and their sweat and blood and voices. England isn’t sure who climaxes first, only that he frantically thrusts one last time into Canada even as America’s strong, white teeth bite into his shoulder. Panting, he hunches over Matthew as to not crush him, feeling his fingers hot and sticky with semen and more dripping out of him. Alfred kisses the back of his neck and nibbles along the curve of his ear.
“Happy Birthday, ‘Dad,’” America whispers affectionately.
(recaptcha: relatively symbolic
Well then, doesn't that describe Hetalia?)
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That was fucking HOT.
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Delicious like rum-spiked chocolate (that was England's birthday cake)?
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Holy shit Anon, that was hot. Aus and NZ's fighting even when having sex is win. And I need South Africa/Hong Kong/India like now! Wicked sexy.
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Aussie has a mouth on him and NZ's buttons keep getting pressed, hence the angry sex between two very hot, very muscular men. -laugh- Author-anon isn't sure whether to pity Hong Kong or not. Those two wicked ladies are going to REALLY have their wicked way with him...
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That was awesome. Like...holy crap awesome. One of my favorite parts had to be Australia and New Zealand. Gotta love those two. XD (And I've always seen South Africa as a woman, too, actually.)
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To be honest, South Africa just kind of popped into existence and then started fleshing herself out (bossy bint). Aussie and Kiwi are freaking hilarious together (try catching them when they're not having mad sex that looks like half a rugby brawl).
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