Generic Prussia/England [5/5]
anonymous
April 25 2009, 14:29:56 UTC
“You're fucking insane,” said Prussia, having finally removed that hand to reveal a split lip. A breathless chuckle was the only reply England could manage as he continued to slowly lower himself.
England was breathing heavily by the time he was finally sitting flush with Prussia. He waited for the pain to subside before opening his eyes. Prussia was looking at him with that same challenge written across his features that had been there since he first entered England’s house. He opened his mouth to say something and England chose that as the perfect time to start moving. Prussia’s words disappeared in a sharp intake of breath, never to be heard. England didn’t consider it a great loss.
Prussia gripped England’s bare thighs as they set a rhythm in their own way. Prussia urged them faster and England obliged him to a point. The pain and pleasure fought for dominance within England, neither really winning, but he relished them both. He slid his hands up under Prussia’s shirt, feeling his way across the scarred flesh, pinching and scraping. In retaliation, Prussia dug his nails in. Neither of them were willing to let anything louder than a grunt pass their lips.
Prussia finally took England’s long-neglected cock in hand, which went a long way for tipping the scales in the favour of pleasure. England locked eyes with Prussia as he tried everything he knew to make Prussia come first, even as he felt himself losing to that hand jerking him off.
In the end, it was hard to say who won. England was too busy experiencing the perfect culmination of everything up to that point to say whether the particular sensation of being filled came before or after everything else. Prussia looked to be in a similar situation. And anyway, they were both so wonderfully sated it was probably fair to say that they’d both won.
England rolled off to the side and they both lay for a moment, staring up at the ceiling.
“So, how about that beer?” said Prussia, sounding deeply satisfied. England's mind flicked to that report on the table, still waiting to be read. A beer sounded good.
Re: Generic Prussia/England [5/5]
anonymous
April 25 2009, 15:57:26 UTC
...AH.
MANRY SEX.
England being ballsy. PRUSSIA.
Fuck yeah. <3 Nice one, anon. You wrote it well, you made them manly (which this anon looooves)... everything is good here and nothing is bad. Awesome :)
Re: Generic Prussia/England [5/5]
anonymous
May 20 2010, 21:59:12 UTC
Hi, i just wished to let you know that this anon came hard. -closes legs and goes to take a shower- Gilbert, you're not the only deeply satisfied one.
now, being the grammar-almost-nazi that I am, this was beautifully written. the details, the description the way those two act... dear god, it was [is] perfect. deliciously perfect. and I loved it. to itty bitty tiny bits.
ps: neither of the two won. Us, anons who sit here and can fap to them, are the ones who win.
captcha: Moscow's chimp i suppose everyone must be one with Russia? -shakes head- poor chimp.
England was breathing heavily by the time he was finally sitting flush with Prussia. He waited for the pain to subside before opening his eyes. Prussia was looking at him with that same challenge written across his features that had been there since he first entered England’s house. He opened his mouth to say something and England chose that as the perfect time to start moving. Prussia’s words disappeared in a sharp intake of breath, never to be heard. England didn’t consider it a great loss.
Prussia gripped England’s bare thighs as they set a rhythm in their own way. Prussia urged them faster and England obliged him to a point. The pain and pleasure fought for dominance within England, neither really winning, but he relished them both. He slid his hands up under Prussia’s shirt, feeling his way across the scarred flesh, pinching and scraping. In retaliation, Prussia dug his nails in. Neither of them were willing to let anything louder than a grunt pass their lips.
Prussia finally took England’s long-neglected cock in hand, which went a long way for tipping the scales in the favour of pleasure. England locked eyes with Prussia as he tried everything he knew to make Prussia come first, even as he felt himself losing to that hand jerking him off.
In the end, it was hard to say who won. England was too busy experiencing the perfect culmination of everything up to that point to say whether the particular sensation of being filled came before or after everything else. Prussia looked to be in a similar situation. And anyway, they were both so wonderfully sated it was probably fair to say that they’d both won.
England rolled off to the side and they both lay for a moment, staring up at the ceiling.
“So, how about that beer?” said Prussia, sounding deeply satisfied. England's mind flicked to that report on the table, still waiting to be read. A beer sounded good.
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MANRY SEX.
England being ballsy. PRUSSIA.
Fuck yeah. <3 Nice one, anon. You wrote it well, you made them manly (which this anon looooves)... everything is good here and nothing is bad. Awesome :)
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Thanks writer!anon, that was hot!
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re:captcha "military (one-night) stands?"
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THIS.
I always imagined them to fight for who's at the top. You have my heart, anon.
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BEST EVER. DON'T STOP BEING AWESOME, ANON.
Marry me.
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That was amazing.
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This was absolutely yummy, author!anon. It's good to be able to read some manry smex once in a while. 8)
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-closes legs and goes to take a shower-
Gilbert, you're not the only deeply satisfied one.
now, being the grammar-almost-nazi that I am, this was beautifully written. the details, the description the way those two act... dear god, it was [is] perfect. deliciously perfect.
and I loved it. to itty bitty tiny bits.
ps: neither of the two won. Us, anons who sit here and can fap to them, are the ones who win.
captcha: Moscow's chimp
i suppose everyone must be one with Russia? -shakes head- poor chimp.
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