[Hetalia] "Anticipation"
I just realized as I was writing this that I've never written explicit smut between them... so yeah... not really that explicit, but I fail at writing this stuff anyway, but for some reason felt like trying tonight XP
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Title: "Anticipation"
Author: shuriken7
Claim: Hetalia: America/England
Table: Emotions
Word Count: 1,655
Prompt: Lust @ 10_hurt_comfort, Piles of Books Challenge/7. Agony of Anticipation @ 5_prompts
Rating: M for explicit sexual themes.
Summary: England can't take it anymore, he needs his lover now!
Warnings: Slash. Hetalia deals with the personifications of nation-states. Some of the stories may be historical in nature and others will be examining them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
It had already been hot in the room when he had arrived, the summer sun pouring in through the large windows of the conference room thwarting the chilled air from the air conditioners. The California summer weather was daunting and everyone was feeling its effects. Those assembled had done a combination of loosening of ties and discarding suit jackets. The familiarity the nations had with each other could be evidenced with the various amounts of buttons that were undone on dress shirts, or the fact that many of the women were now showing more skin than would normally be decent. However, no one noticed as they tried to give and listen to presentations. England usually did his best to be dutiful, but today he found himself being distracted, and it had nothing to do with the environmental heat.
During meetings he often glanced at his lover to make sure he was paying attention. For once, the other seemed to be because he was never glanced at the entire time. America sat there listening attentively, and chewing on his ink pen. England had never though that such a simple action would be so distracting. He started wondering if the git was doing it on purpose, the way he would sometimes suck on the tip and then move more into it in his mouth. Sweat shone on the others brow, his shirt unbuttoned low enough to show quite a bit of skin and the edge of his undershirt. England’s attention drifted to how much he would like to move his fingers against that bare strip of skin, pulling the shirt off him while tasting that thin sheen of sweat that graced the top of the other’s upper lip. England forced himself to look away and think of ice burgs, anything to take his mind off the growing heat in his body and the discomfort of his sitting position. He shifted in his chair trying to relieve some of the pressure hoping that no one noticed.
He glanced back over at the object of his desire every so often. He was still sucking on that pen in that innocent, yet provocative way. The announcement that the day was over made him breathe a sigh of relief, although he worried about getting up out of the chair. As everyone shuffled out he remained sitting, hoping his issue would leave him before he’d have to walk out the door. Soon a shadow fell across him.
“Hey, Arthur! Are you ready to go back to the house?” America was referring to the beach house he owned here. England had to say he liked the house very much, especially since it had it’s own private beach where they could be affectionate to each other without judging eyes. England cleared his throat, feeling that he could probably get up now without being too obvious.
“Yes, of course I am ready, you fool.”
“Grouchy much?” America replied as they walked together out of the conference room together, heading for the parking garage where America had left his car. It was ready when they got there the valet having already pulled it around. He got into the car quickly, placing his suit jacket on his lap, since his problem was not gone all the way. He listened to America talk about the meeting, agreeing or refuting some points he brought up. He closed his eyes and felt the California summer wind blow over him. It was almost obscenely warm out here, but the convertible top allowed the winds to blow past him, cooling the sweat that beaded on his brow the moment he had gotten into the sun. He took a deep breath knowing that the air was just as much America as was the man sitting beside him. It was warm and soft, smelling of an ocean so different than the one that surrounded his own lands. It made his body heat up in anticipation of what he was going to do to his lover as soon as they were in private. He was in agony of anticipation.
He would get a taste of a flesh that would smell of ocean, scorching sands and lush forests. He had learned quickly that America smelled and tasted different depending on which part of his country he was in, since his country was so varied. He could feel his need, his desire for the other that was so close start to overwhelm. His need to touch was becoming painful, but unless he wanted America to plow them into the guardrail, he knew he would have to wait. It was agony, especially when they got stuck in a little bit of traffic. He considered reaching over just to touch him once, but knew that he would not be able to stop once he started.
At long last they pulled up to the beach house and pulled into the garage. They got out of the car and made their way into the house. As soon as they were inside England grabbed America and pulled him into a rough kiss. America wrapped his strong arms around him and kissed him back.
When they paused for breath, “Damn, miss me or something?” America was grinning at him.
“Shut up! This is all your fault.”
“What is?”
“You and that bloody pen of yours!” He pulled him closer, starting on the buttons of that shirt that he had considered removing back at the conference. He yanked at the cloth more roughly than normal and America was staring at him, bright blue eyes wide.
“My pen?”
“Yes, the way you had it in your mouth kept giving me ideas.”
“Huh?” America sounded confused, then England descended on his collarbone, nipping and sucking, marking his territory, America flushed when he realized what England had said, “Oh.”
“Damn, right.” England started moving him forwards, leading him into the sunroom that looked out on the beach where the sun was starting to sink below the water. England collapsed onto the sofa when his knees hit the back, dragging the larger nation on top of him.
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“I could think of a few things.”
“Like?” America was looking at him intensely now, waiting for direction. England blushed, and he knew what he wanted, but every time they tried, it always seemed to go poorly. America would panic or accidentally hurt him. His blush got redder as he opened and closed his mouth the words not coming out. America flushed as well, “Oh, you want that.”
England nodded.
“I’ll try.” he said, his hands going to England’s belt and pulling it slowly through the loops. Fingers next heading for the button and zipper. England shifted a bit so America could pull his pants down over his hips, freeing him. “Damn, dude! Have you been dealing with this all afternoon?” His fingers brushed against him, causing England to gasp.
England watched as America leaned down, one large hand on his bare hip and pressed a tentative kiss on his member. He twitched immediately, happy to have anything. Hell, he felt like he could come just from America looking at him. The younger man watched him as he took more of him into his mouth. It felt heavenly to England after trying to get his body to settle down for so long. It was a relief to be able to let go, especially having the one he loved there with him, after quite some time. They were often away from each other attending to their duties. However, now they were together, and the pain of his loneliness could ebb away.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations that America was sending through his body. He felt warm, no longer uncomfortable, but that fuzzy happy feeling he would get when they touched. The heat was pooling in the bottom of his stomach causing his heart to race and his face to flush. He gasped at a particular flick of his lover’s tongue, and began worrying that he wasn’t going to be able to hold out for very long. He was embarrassed for a moment and then it faded, knowing his lover. They had had way more embarrassing things happen to them during sex than coming early. He decided to let go, give his body what it wanted within what America was willing to give him. He held his hips as still as he could though, knowing the last time he moved too much caused America to pull away.
The breeze tugged at his hair from the open window, ushering in the scent of the summer ocean, mixing with the smell of them. The combination was intoxicating and it caused his body to grow warmer, the pleasure in his stomach starting to coil. With a cry he came suddenly, without much warning, his body quivered in the after effects. He languidly watched America wipe his mouth with the edge of his shirt and then climb up onto the couch with him, pulling him into his arms and holding him.
“Feel better now?” America whispered to the top of his head, pressing a kiss into his sweaty hair. England couldn’t do much more than nod.
“Give me a sec and then we can continue.” He brushed a hand over the front of his lover’s pants where there was a noticeable bulge. America hissed.
“Let’s take this upstairs.”
“Yeah just give me a minute... A-alfred!” He yelled when the other picked him up and began carrying him upstairs. No matter what threats he made or insults he yelled got the American to put him down until he lay him down on the bed. He crawled up beside him.
“Ready when you are?” He said, grinning.
“Git.”
“I love you.”
England sighed, “I love you too.” He rolled over to kiss the other, more anticipation already pooling in his stomach from what was to come.
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Title: "Anticipation"
Author: shuriken7
Claim: Hetalia: America/England
Table: Emotions
Word Count: 1,655
Prompt: Lust @ 10_hurt_comfort, Piles of Books Challenge/7. Agony of Anticipation @ 5_prompts
Rating: M for explicit sexual themes.
Summary: England can't take it anymore, he needs his lover now!
Warnings: Slash. Hetalia deals with the personifications of nation-states. Some of the stories may be historical in nature and others will be examining them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
It had already been hot in the room when he had arrived, the summer sun pouring in through the large windows of the conference room thwarting the chilled air from the air conditioners. The California summer weather was daunting and everyone was feeling its effects. Those assembled had done a combination of loosening of ties and discarding suit jackets. The familiarity the nations had with each other could be evidenced with the various amounts of buttons that were undone on dress shirts, or the fact that many of the women were now showing more skin than would normally be decent. However, no one noticed as they tried to give and listen to presentations. England usually did his best to be dutiful, but today he found himself being distracted, and it had nothing to do with the environmental heat.
During meetings he often glanced at his lover to make sure he was paying attention. For once, the other seemed to be because he was never glanced at the entire time. America sat there listening attentively, and chewing on his ink pen. England had never though that such a simple action would be so distracting. He started wondering if the git was doing it on purpose, the way he would sometimes suck on the tip and then move more into it in his mouth. Sweat shone on the others brow, his shirt unbuttoned low enough to show quite a bit of skin and the edge of his undershirt. England’s attention drifted to how much he would like to move his fingers against that bare strip of skin, pulling the shirt off him while tasting that thin sheen of sweat that graced the top of the other’s upper lip. England forced himself to look away and think of ice burgs, anything to take his mind off the growing heat in his body and the discomfort of his sitting position. He shifted in his chair trying to relieve some of the pressure hoping that no one noticed.
He glanced back over at the object of his desire every so often. He was still sucking on that pen in that innocent, yet provocative way. The announcement that the day was over made him breathe a sigh of relief, although he worried about getting up out of the chair. As everyone shuffled out he remained sitting, hoping his issue would leave him before he’d have to walk out the door. Soon a shadow fell across him.
“Hey, Arthur! Are you ready to go back to the house?” America was referring to the beach house he owned here. England had to say he liked the house very much, especially since it had it’s own private beach where they could be affectionate to each other without judging eyes. England cleared his throat, feeling that he could probably get up now without being too obvious.
“Yes, of course I am ready, you fool.”
“Grouchy much?” America replied as they walked together out of the conference room together, heading for the parking garage where America had left his car. It was ready when they got there the valet having already pulled it around. He got into the car quickly, placing his suit jacket on his lap, since his problem was not gone all the way. He listened to America talk about the meeting, agreeing or refuting some points he brought up. He closed his eyes and felt the California summer wind blow over him. It was almost obscenely warm out here, but the convertible top allowed the winds to blow past him, cooling the sweat that beaded on his brow the moment he had gotten into the sun. He took a deep breath knowing that the air was just as much America as was the man sitting beside him. It was warm and soft, smelling of an ocean so different than the one that surrounded his own lands. It made his body heat up in anticipation of what he was going to do to his lover as soon as they were in private. He was in agony of anticipation.
He would get a taste of a flesh that would smell of ocean, scorching sands and lush forests. He had learned quickly that America smelled and tasted different depending on which part of his country he was in, since his country was so varied. He could feel his need, his desire for the other that was so close start to overwhelm. His need to touch was becoming painful, but unless he wanted America to plow them into the guardrail, he knew he would have to wait. It was agony, especially when they got stuck in a little bit of traffic. He considered reaching over just to touch him once, but knew that he would not be able to stop once he started.
At long last they pulled up to the beach house and pulled into the garage. They got out of the car and made their way into the house. As soon as they were inside England grabbed America and pulled him into a rough kiss. America wrapped his strong arms around him and kissed him back.
When they paused for breath, “Damn, miss me or something?” America was grinning at him.
“Shut up! This is all your fault.”
“What is?”
“You and that bloody pen of yours!” He pulled him closer, starting on the buttons of that shirt that he had considered removing back at the conference. He yanked at the cloth more roughly than normal and America was staring at him, bright blue eyes wide.
“My pen?”
“Yes, the way you had it in your mouth kept giving me ideas.”
“Huh?” America sounded confused, then England descended on his collarbone, nipping and sucking, marking his territory, America flushed when he realized what England had said, “Oh.”
“Damn, right.” England started moving him forwards, leading him into the sunroom that looked out on the beach where the sun was starting to sink below the water. England collapsed onto the sofa when his knees hit the back, dragging the larger nation on top of him.
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“I could think of a few things.”
“Like?” America was looking at him intensely now, waiting for direction. England blushed, and he knew what he wanted, but every time they tried, it always seemed to go poorly. America would panic or accidentally hurt him. His blush got redder as he opened and closed his mouth the words not coming out. America flushed as well, “Oh, you want that.”
England nodded.
“I’ll try.” he said, his hands going to England’s belt and pulling it slowly through the loops. Fingers next heading for the button and zipper. England shifted a bit so America could pull his pants down over his hips, freeing him. “Damn, dude! Have you been dealing with this all afternoon?” His fingers brushed against him, causing England to gasp.
England watched as America leaned down, one large hand on his bare hip and pressed a tentative kiss on his member. He twitched immediately, happy to have anything. Hell, he felt like he could come just from America looking at him. The younger man watched him as he took more of him into his mouth. It felt heavenly to England after trying to get his body to settle down for so long. It was a relief to be able to let go, especially having the one he loved there with him, after quite some time. They were often away from each other attending to their duties. However, now they were together, and the pain of his loneliness could ebb away.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations that America was sending through his body. He felt warm, no longer uncomfortable, but that fuzzy happy feeling he would get when they touched. The heat was pooling in the bottom of his stomach causing his heart to race and his face to flush. He gasped at a particular flick of his lover’s tongue, and began worrying that he wasn’t going to be able to hold out for very long. He was embarrassed for a moment and then it faded, knowing his lover. They had had way more embarrassing things happen to them during sex than coming early. He decided to let go, give his body what it wanted within what America was willing to give him. He held his hips as still as he could though, knowing the last time he moved too much caused America to pull away.
The breeze tugged at his hair from the open window, ushering in the scent of the summer ocean, mixing with the smell of them. The combination was intoxicating and it caused his body to grow warmer, the pleasure in his stomach starting to coil. With a cry he came suddenly, without much warning, his body quivered in the after effects. He languidly watched America wipe his mouth with the edge of his shirt and then climb up onto the couch with him, pulling him into his arms and holding him.
“Feel better now?” America whispered to the top of his head, pressing a kiss into his sweaty hair. England couldn’t do much more than nod.
“Give me a sec and then we can continue.” He brushed a hand over the front of his lover’s pants where there was a noticeable bulge. America hissed.
“Let’s take this upstairs.”
“Yeah just give me a minute... A-alfred!” He yelled when the other picked him up and began carrying him upstairs. No matter what threats he made or insults he yelled got the American to put him down until he lay him down on the bed. He crawled up beside him.
“Ready when you are?” He said, grinning.
“Git.”
“I love you.”
England sighed, “I love you too.” He rolled over to kiss the other, more anticipation already pooling in his stomach from what was to come.