America/Germany, hogtie bondage 2/4
anonymous
August 18 2010, 02:17:38 UTC
Germany nods - not the usual crisp jerk of his head but slower, languid, and when America moves to look him in the face, his eyes are hazy and all the creases in his forehead from when he worries are smoothed out. He's away somewhere, somewhere he can only go when he can lay everything on America's shoulders and fall.
The trust is staggering. America leans down to kiss the rise of Germany's cheekbone and promises himself for the millionth time to deserve it, to never, ever touch him with anything but the bright-hot love that's so strong it hurts when it flares in his chest.
America reaches around to unbuckle the gag, careful not to hook any of Germany's hair when he pulls it off. Underneath, Germany's lips are stretched and chafed at the corners of his mouth, and America kneels down to catch his mouth in deep, gentle kisses, stroking his tongue across the chapped skin. When America stands to set the gag down on the nightstand, Germany nuzzles into his crotch wordlessly, dragging his open mouth over the fly of America's pants. Oh. Oh wow., and America's dick twitches, hardening against the constriction.
"Hey, hey." America steps back, draws his fingers along the line of Germany's jaw to tilt his chin up. "Did you want something?"
"Your cock," says Germany, and his voice is small and rough, "Please."
Germany is gazing up at him disheveled and trusting, his lips fallen open and shiny from kissing. His hair is tangled over his forehead. America pulls at his belt with shaky hands, shoves his pants down around his knees.
"Okay." America pushes a strand of hair out of Germany's eyes as he shuffles forward, grips his cock at the base and holds it out for Germany to lick and nuzzle at the head - his tongue, Christ - and Germany reaches for it, straining his neck to just get his lips around the head and suck, flicking his tongue at the tip. Heat spikes through America's stomach as Germany wiggles over the bed to get closer, making tiny, pathetic sounds of distress that he can't get more, overwhelmed and desperate with his need.
"Shh, shh. Easy." America slides his hand along Germany's temple. "It's okay." He takes tiny steps forward until he's closer, his heart skipping at Germany's soft moan of gratitude. Sliding his hand down to Germany's cheek, America skims over the bump where his cock presses along the inside of Germany's mouth, traces out his devotion along Germany's jaw. Just a little further in, and he's pressing against the back of Germany's throat and the smooth-hot pressure of his muscles working there, and America shudders all over and pushes in more.
Germany's mouth is almost flush with his hips - he's filled to breaking with America's cock but America rocks his hips that little bit forward because he knows Germany will love him for it later and curls a hand around the back of Germany's head to hold him there - fuck fuck, the way his throat works around America's cock when he knows he's trapped - America gasps and bites the heel of his hand because he can come so fast like this if he lets himself.
America/Germany, hogtie bondage 3/4
anonymous
August 18 2010, 02:18:41 UTC
Pulling back is almost painful - Germany whines in disappointment but he still has to breathe, so America lets his cock slip free of Germany's lips and shivers at the sight. Germany's head falls down, taking weight off his straining muscles, and he's breathing harsh and irregular, air flooding back into his lungs.
"Okay?"
"More." He sounds like America ran sandpaper over his throat. "Again, please, I need - I can't -"
America cups his chin, holds up his head. Germany's lips are swollen a little and shiny with spit, and America wants to drag his cock across them, teasing and maddening, but that's not what Germany needs, and America isn't cruel, he isn't, and more than anything he wants to give Germany what he needs, so he presses into him again and faster this time, almost all the way in one thrust until he feels Germany's mouth relax and open around him.
Just a little bit more and he's cutting off Germany's air again, urging his cock into the back of Germany's throat and pushing him down onto it with his hand, because Germany needs to be made to take it, to surrender himself to America's mercy even for the air he breathes. Shivers run up America's back.
Germany sucks him, slick pressure punctuated with the lap of his tongue across that spot, that spot just where America likes it, and he gasps and clenches his teeth, his head falling forward towards his chest. He's rocking his hips back and forth into Germany's throat, his fingers petting over the back of Germany's head and it's too much, to gaze down at the bound, prone body spread out for him - at Germany's pale skin against the ropes, at the way he's straining forward as much as he can for more. Too much to see him undone with lust and love, his face flushed red with strain and his hair sticking up at all angles, and America doubles over Germany's head and comes deep inside him, shaking apart over his bound body and shuddering again when he feels Germany swallowing his come.
The world is a haze for a moment, while his cock softens in Germany's mouth and he pets his fingertips through Germany's hair.
"Beautiful," America whispers, "beautiful, oh sweetheart." He kneels in front of Germany's head, kisses the tip of his nose, the stretched, abused corners of his mouth.
Germany shifts against the bonds and hums against America's mouth. When America rolls him over onto his side, he sees his cock straining and twitching, a damp spot on the sheet where it had been leaking. America wraps his hand around it and strokes, just once, but that's all he needs because Germany sobs and comes, convulsing against the ropes and straining forward - his lips slack and open as America kisses him through it.
America/Germany, hogtie bondage 4/4
anonymous
August 18 2010, 02:23:18 UTC
America runs his hands down Germany's arms, and he can feel them cooler at the tips, especially his fingers. "Mmmkay, I'm gonna take your ropes off, okay?" He strokes over Germany's skin as he works: soothing him, settling him, and rubs at his arms to restore any circulation he might have lost.
"Tingly," says Germany, and America chuckles. He can't stop touching Germany even while he works, stopping as he coils up the ropes to trace his knuckles alone the curve of Germany's shoulderbone or the perfect little dip just above his ass.
The ropes slip off, finally, leaving dark red indents that make Germany twitch when America kisses them.
"Hey." America slides Germany so his head is on the pillow and kicks off his pants to lie on the bed with him, gathering Germany to his chest. Germany nuzzles into him, twists his head to press little kisses against America's skin.
They curl around each other until their breath evens and Germany is dozing atop America, sleepy and warm and content with the world, which is exactly how America loves to see him, because Germany works himself so hard and sometimes America looks at the tight skin around his eyes and the way he kneads at his forehead when he has a stress headache, and all he can do is bite his lip and get Germany another cup of coffee but here, now, he can hold him and treasure him beyond all the words in the dictionary.
"I should get up," Germany mumbles finally, and he must have come down at least a little because hey, he's using sentences now, but America can see the fuzziness still around his mouth and his eyes.
"Ten minutes," says America, and he squeezes the arm he's thrown around Germany's waist and bends his head to kiss Germany's shoulder. "How you feelin'?"
"Mmm. I feel - " Germany pauses, rubs his thumb across one of America's ribs. "Peaceful?" he decides on, finally.
America smiles. "That's good," he manages, "That's great, sweetheart. I'm glad," and squeezes him even closer to savor every golden drop of time they can share like this, his heart aching around the edges with how full of love it is.
A/N: dear OP, you said it would be "best" if America rode Germany so I took that as a bonus but I couldn't put it in because it seemed like it would be really painful and put a lot of possibly dangerous pressure on Germany's ankles to have America bouncing around on his pelvis while he's tied in that position. If any anon who has actually been ridden while hogtied wants to correct me I'd love to know for sure. I hope you like it anyway!
Re: America/Germany, hogtie bondage 4/4
anonymous
August 18 2010, 03:16:09 UTC
mmm, that was hot, anon. I approve with fierce approval. It's nice to see America providing the opportunity to not be in control for someone else, for a change. Usually it's America that's tied up.
Mmmmmmm, this is amazing, anon. I get kinky hotness and fluff and good characterization; what more could I want? This fic just makes me want to curl up and purr.
Yeah, I meant to say this earlier, but you were right, anon. Being ridden in that position could put dangerous pressure on the joints, etc., as well as possibly making it hard to breathe. Which is, uh, obviously extremely dangerous even when you can talk and move freely. And when you can't? Not the best idea!
Re: America/Germany, hogtie bondage 4/4
anonymous
January 31 2011, 16:13:28 UTC
Even though it was a sensual read I didn't find it as much of a turn on as I found it deeply touching. Without being in-your-face about it it still really carried over how much America cares about Germany and how badly he wants to help him relax and be less hard on himself.
The trust is staggering. America leans down to kiss the rise of Germany's cheekbone and promises himself for the millionth time to deserve it, to never, ever touch him with anything but the bright-hot love that's so strong it hurts when it flares in his chest.
America reaches around to unbuckle the gag, careful not to hook any of Germany's hair when he pulls it off. Underneath, Germany's lips are stretched and chafed at the corners of his mouth, and America kneels down to catch his mouth in deep, gentle kisses, stroking his tongue across the chapped skin. When America stands to set the gag down on the nightstand, Germany nuzzles into his crotch wordlessly, dragging his open mouth over the fly of America's pants. Oh. Oh wow., and America's dick twitches, hardening against the constriction.
"Hey, hey." America steps back, draws his fingers along the line of Germany's jaw to tilt his chin up. "Did you want something?"
"Your cock," says Germany, and his voice is small and rough, "Please."
Germany is gazing up at him disheveled and trusting, his lips fallen open and shiny from kissing. His hair is tangled over his forehead. America pulls at his belt with shaky hands, shoves his pants down around his knees.
"Okay." America pushes a strand of hair out of Germany's eyes as he shuffles forward, grips his cock at the base and holds it out for Germany to lick and nuzzle at the head - his tongue, Christ - and Germany reaches for it, straining his neck to just get his lips around the head and suck, flicking his tongue at the tip. Heat spikes through America's stomach as Germany wiggles over the bed to get closer, making tiny, pathetic sounds of distress that he can't get more, overwhelmed and desperate with his need.
"Shh, shh. Easy." America slides his hand along Germany's temple. "It's okay." He takes tiny steps forward until he's closer, his heart skipping at Germany's soft moan of gratitude. Sliding his hand down to Germany's cheek, America skims over the bump where his cock presses along the inside of Germany's mouth, traces out his devotion along Germany's jaw. Just a little further in, and he's pressing against the back of Germany's throat and the smooth-hot pressure of his muscles working there, and America shudders all over and pushes in more.
Germany's mouth is almost flush with his hips - he's filled to breaking with America's cock but America rocks his hips that little bit forward because he knows Germany will love him for it later and curls a hand around the back of Germany's head to hold him there - fuck fuck, the way his throat works around America's cock when he knows he's trapped - America gasps and bites the heel of his hand because he can come so fast like this if he lets himself.
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"Okay?"
"More." He sounds like America ran sandpaper over his throat. "Again, please, I need - I can't -"
America cups his chin, holds up his head. Germany's lips are swollen a little and shiny with spit, and America wants to drag his cock across them, teasing and maddening, but that's not what Germany needs, and America isn't cruel, he isn't, and more than anything he wants to give Germany what he needs, so he presses into him again and faster this time, almost all the way in one thrust until he feels Germany's mouth relax and open around him.
Just a little bit more and he's cutting off Germany's air again, urging his cock into the back of Germany's throat and pushing him down onto it with his hand, because Germany needs to be made to take it, to surrender himself to America's mercy even for the air he breathes. Shivers run up America's back.
Germany sucks him, slick pressure punctuated with the lap of his tongue across that spot, that spot just where America likes it, and he gasps and clenches his teeth, his head falling forward towards his chest. He's rocking his hips back and forth into Germany's throat, his fingers petting over the back of Germany's head and it's too much, to gaze down at the bound, prone body spread out for him - at Germany's pale skin against the ropes, at the way he's straining forward as much as he can for more. Too much to see him undone with lust and love, his face flushed red with strain and his hair sticking up at all angles, and America doubles over Germany's head and comes deep inside him, shaking apart over his bound body and shuddering again when he feels Germany swallowing his come.
The world is a haze for a moment, while his cock softens in Germany's mouth and he pets his fingertips through Germany's hair.
"Beautiful," America whispers, "beautiful, oh sweetheart." He kneels in front of Germany's head, kisses the tip of his nose, the stretched, abused corners of his mouth.
Germany shifts against the bonds and hums against America's mouth. When America rolls him over onto his side, he sees his cock straining and twitching, a damp spot on the sheet where it had been leaking. America wraps his hand around it and strokes, just once, but that's all he needs because Germany sobs and comes, convulsing against the ropes and straining forward - his lips slack and open as America kisses him through it.
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"Tingly," says Germany, and America chuckles. He can't stop touching Germany even while he works, stopping as he coils up the ropes to trace his knuckles alone the curve of Germany's shoulderbone or the perfect little dip just above his ass.
The ropes slip off, finally, leaving dark red indents that make Germany twitch when America kisses them.
"Hey." America slides Germany so his head is on the pillow and kicks off his pants to lie on the bed with him, gathering Germany to his chest. Germany nuzzles into him, twists his head to press little kisses against America's skin.
They curl around each other until their breath evens and Germany is dozing atop America, sleepy and warm and content with the world, which is exactly how America loves to see him, because Germany works himself so hard and sometimes America looks at the tight skin around his eyes and the way he kneads at his forehead when he has a stress headache, and all he can do is bite his lip and get Germany another cup of coffee but here, now, he can hold him and treasure him beyond all the words in the dictionary.
"I should get up," Germany mumbles finally, and he must have come down at least a little because hey, he's using sentences now, but America can see the fuzziness still around his mouth and his eyes.
"Ten minutes," says America, and he squeezes the arm he's thrown around Germany's waist and bends his head to kiss Germany's shoulder. "How you feelin'?"
"Mmm. I feel - " Germany pauses, rubs his thumb across one of America's ribs. "Peaceful?" he decides on, finally.
America smiles. "That's good," he manages, "That's great, sweetheart. I'm glad," and squeezes him even closer to savor every golden drop of time they can share like this, his heart aching around the edges with how full of love it is.
A/N: dear OP, you said it would be "best" if America rode Germany so I took that as a bonus but I couldn't put it in because it seemed like it would be really painful and put a lot of possibly dangerous pressure on Germany's ankles to have America bouncing around on his pelvis while he's tied in that position. If any anon who has actually been ridden while hogtied wants to correct me I'd love to know for sure. I hope you like it anyway!
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<3<3<3<3<3<3
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*squirms*
this was perfect author!anon
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In short: Awesome fill!
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