the collideoscopic pulse (2/4)
anonymous
June 4 2009, 04:51:13 UTC
the collideoscopic pulse - part two
Both hands off the steering wheel, in Canada's hair, cradling Canada's head, holding onto America's eyes in the mirror, England shudders as Canada's mouth slides sweetly on his cock, as Australia's lips and teeth slide on America's; England shivers and shudders and slides, open-eyed, over the edge, release and freefall.
Even when America's eyes flutter shut, his gaze still holds England from behind closed eyelids. England can't look away. He watches the pulsing of America's eyelids, the vibrations of America's blood, quick jerks and undulations of muscle under skin, America convulsing and contorting and sliding, sliding there-
there and past it, sliding down the seat. Australia moves up his body, their mouths meeting, wet and sweet and delirious.
Canada's head is still in England's lap, restless movements again as he arches, his hand down the front of his trousers, mouth open, tongue peeking out. England strokes his face, damp brow and damp hair, and Canada opens his eyes into England's, moan and smile-
and gasp. England feels it ripple through Canada: America has reached over into the front, opened up Canada's trousers, he's got his fingers wrapped 'round Canada's cock and he's stroking, quicker and harder than England is stroking Canada's hair. Canada writhes, his cheek brushes England's cock and England's blood throbs and surges and Canada moans more. England watches Canada's lips tremble with the vibration of his moan; watches America watching Canada, hot sweet smile on America's lips, wet with Australia's kiss; England watches in the mirror as Australia watches America's face. Australia comes forward to watch America's hand and his eyes slip, catching England's eyes in the mirror. The air they're all sharing is vibrating madly; England feels the pulsations with each breath he takes.
Canada's head turns with his convulsions, and he moans his orgasm onto England's cock, draws England's eyes to him again. He blinks up to England, smiling in his blinks, and England smiles down.
England feels a touch on his smile, a wet warm touch: America is touching England's lips with one fingertip, slick with Canada's come. England opens his mouth, licks Canada off America, sucks beneath the wet and warm, draws America deeper inside.
America purrs. Slides his finger from England's mouth. Licks his lips.
Licks England's. Licks England's tongue licking at him.
England tastes Australia now, rolls his tongue and tastes Australia and Canada in and on America; tastes America, and wants to taste more.
England's eyes come open as America's tongue slides away, lingering to lick England's upper lip. America smiles at England before his eyes slide away to Australia's. He offers another Canada-slick finger to Australia, who runs his tongue along the underside before sucking the entire finger into his mouth. Australia's fingers curl 'round America's wrist, hold America steady as Australia keeps sucking; as America pushes Australia back against the door, goes down his body, urges Australia's hips up to pull his trousers down to mid-thigh. America kisses Australia's cock, brushes his lips against the head, slides them open across it. Engulfs Australia slowly, taking him in, all the way down, swallowing Australia whole.
Canada reaches into the back to stroke America's head. Fingers buried in gloss-shiny golden strands, Canada turns to England and asks him to drive now. England nods, shifts forward, reaches to do himself up as his other hand goes to the key in the ignition. Canada touches his hand lightly, and England pauses to look at him. Canada comes back over into the front, slips under England's arm, rests his head once more in England's lap. Smiles and touches England's hand again, and England starts the car.
Canada kisses England's semi-hard cock gently and rests, no restlessness, just easy, just breathing. "Go faster," he says as they leave the dark street. "Australia's a crashboy: he likes it hard and he likes it fast."
England supposes this makes sense to Canada, to the boys. He thinks, too, that it's pretty enough to comply with, whether it makes sense or not.
Both hands off the steering wheel, in Canada's hair, cradling Canada's head, holding onto America's eyes in the mirror, England shudders as Canada's mouth slides sweetly on his cock, as Australia's lips and teeth slide on America's; England shivers and shudders and slides, open-eyed, over the edge, release and freefall.
Even when America's eyes flutter shut, his gaze still holds England from behind closed eyelids. England can't look away. He watches the pulsing of America's eyelids, the vibrations of America's blood, quick jerks and undulations of muscle under skin, America convulsing and contorting and sliding, sliding there-
there and past it, sliding down the seat. Australia moves up his body, their mouths meeting, wet and sweet and delirious.
Canada's head is still in England's lap, restless movements again as he arches, his hand down the front of his trousers, mouth open, tongue peeking out. England strokes his face, damp brow and damp hair, and Canada opens his eyes into England's, moan and smile-
and gasp. England feels it ripple through Canada: America has reached over into the front, opened up Canada's trousers, he's got his fingers wrapped 'round Canada's cock and he's stroking, quicker and harder than England is stroking Canada's hair. Canada writhes, his cheek brushes England's cock and England's blood throbs and surges and Canada moans more. England watches Canada's lips tremble with the vibration of his moan; watches America watching Canada, hot sweet smile on America's lips, wet with Australia's kiss; England watches in the mirror as Australia watches America's face. Australia comes forward to watch America's hand and his eyes slip, catching England's eyes in the mirror. The air they're all sharing is vibrating madly; England feels the pulsations with each breath he takes.
Canada's head turns with his convulsions, and he moans his orgasm onto England's cock, draws England's eyes to him again. He blinks up to England, smiling in his blinks, and England smiles down.
England feels a touch on his smile, a wet warm touch: America is touching England's lips with one fingertip, slick with Canada's come. England opens his mouth, licks Canada off America, sucks beneath the wet and warm, draws America deeper inside.
America purrs. Slides his finger from England's mouth. Licks his lips.
Licks England's. Licks England's tongue licking at him.
England tastes Australia now, rolls his tongue and tastes Australia and Canada in and on America; tastes America, and wants to taste more.
England's eyes come open as America's tongue slides away, lingering to lick England's upper lip. America smiles at England before his eyes slide away to Australia's. He offers another Canada-slick finger to Australia, who runs his tongue along the underside before sucking the entire finger into his mouth. Australia's fingers curl 'round America's wrist, hold America steady as Australia keeps sucking; as America pushes Australia back against the door, goes down his body, urges Australia's hips up to pull his trousers down to mid-thigh. America kisses Australia's cock, brushes his lips against the head, slides them open across it. Engulfs Australia slowly, taking him in, all the way down, swallowing Australia whole.
Canada reaches into the back to stroke America's head. Fingers buried in gloss-shiny golden strands, Canada turns to England and asks him to drive now. England nods, shifts forward, reaches to do himself up as his other hand goes to the key in the ignition. Canada touches his hand lightly, and England pauses to look at him. Canada comes back over into the front, slips under England's arm, rests his head once more in England's lap. Smiles and touches England's hand again, and England starts the car.
Canada kisses England's semi-hard cock gently and rests, no restlessness, just easy, just breathing. "Go faster," he says as they leave the dark street. "Australia's a crashboy: he likes it hard and he likes it fast."
England supposes this makes sense to Canada, to the boys. He thinks, too, that it's pretty enough to comply with, whether it makes sense or not.
England goes.
tbc…
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