[Hetalia] "Candlelight"
Title: "Candlelight"
Author: Shuriken7
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: America/England
Prompt: 3. Embrace @ 7snogs
Word Count: 1,279
Rating: M for sexual situations.
Summary: The boys spend New Years wrapped up in each other, after the fireworks burn out, a fire in their hearts continues to burn.
Warnings: Slash. Hetalia deals with the personifications of nation-states. Some of the stories will be historical in nature and others will be dealing with them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
A/N: Written by request of hpfangirl71 as an extension of one of my drabbles for the 31 Day December Challenge at fandomwords100. Little late for the holiday, but at least it's still January. xD
The light of the small flames created by the many candles warmed the room, created a soft atmosphere, the light flickering across his skin. It made America want to sleep, wrapped up in the warmth of the light. Although the person he was wrapped up with, made sleep the last thing on his mind. The feeling of rough fingertips and soft lips made every inch of his skin, flush with heat. America glanced down to watch England run his fingers across his chest and sucked on his collarbone. The champagne they had been drinking earlier in celebration made him feel languid, the heat in his body boiling slowly instead of exploding like the fireworks they had watched briefly before coming upstairs. England had stretched him out on the bed and told him to wait. He had then lit the various candles around his room, flipping off the artificial light, plunging them into a space that was ageless and completely intimate between them. Clothing was teased and tugged off, leaving them wrapped together on the bed.
The light flickered beautifully over England’s pale skin. He reached back for him, tangling his hands in his hair and pressing their bodies together, wanting that pale flesh pressed against his own tan skin. England turned his attention to his ear, sucking gently on his earlobe. America leaned close to taste his skin. England paused and wrapped his arms around his neck, tilting his head so that America could taste him. The taste of the salt on his skin and his normal scent was making America’s skin feel like it was burning, magnified by the heat from the candles. He rolled, putting England beneath him as he licked and nipped his way up the other’s neck, licking a trail up the shell of his ear, burying his nose in this hair. He needed to remember to steal a bottle of that shampoo this time, although he was sure it wouldn’t smell right unless it was on England. He turned his head so that he could kiss him, their mouths meeting in a clash, the meeting leaving their lips swollen. England arched, up rubbing their hips together. America groaned, loving the feeling.
“And you call me impatient, I thought you wanted to take it slow.” he laughed, leaning up on his elbows so he could look down at him, admiring the flush on his face and neck, the way his hair was tousled even more than usual. England blinked, drawing America to those green eyes, making him want to get lost in them. England continued to look confused until a smirk spread across his face, as though he had suddenly remembered what he had been saying as he pulled off America’s clothing before. He put his hands on America’s chest, pushing at him lightly, a silent command to move off of him. America obeyed, wondering what he had in mind since he had gone through all the trouble to set up the atmosphere. He rolled him onto his back, picking up his hands and putting them on the rungs on the headboard.
“You let go and I stop touching you.” England said, leaning forward to kiss him once more. It seemed he wanted to play a game, America supposed that was fine. Bedroom games were a whole lot of fun, especially since he won either way. He flashed a flirty smile as he pulled away, getting an extremely heated look in return. He loved the way England’s eyes would darken when he wanted him. America licked his lips, his own eyes darkening with want. England stared at his mouth for a moment before leaning forward to capture his lips, sliding his tongue between them. America forgot their game for a moment, so eager to tangle his hands in England’s hair. Suddenly, England was moving away. He immediately placed his hands back on the headboard.
England smiled, “There’s a good lad.” He leaned forward, once again placing his mouth on America’s chest, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, brushing his lips over old scars, creating love marks to go beside them. America arched into that warm mouth.
“E-England...” he said, a bit of whine coming into his voice.
“Patience, Love.” he said as he shifted, placing one warm hand on America’s stomach. He used his other hand to guide America to spread his knees so that he could settle between them. He gave America one more playful smirk, before he turned his head pressing his mouth to the inside of America’s thigh. America gasped, a shock going through him, his body beginning to quiver in anticipation. England’s warm hand on his stomach stilled him, his thumb slowly brushing across his muscles. Each tiny movement of England’s mouth against his skin made him want to squirm, to let go of the headboard and put his fingers in his lover’s hair in order to bring him up for a kiss. He closed his eyes, the flickering light glowing on England’s skin disappearing, letting the fantasy play through his brain, fingers tightening on the wood.
He moaned when England put his mouth on his member, that mouth that was so fond of throwing insults more often than endearments bringing pleasure to him. That firm hand on his stomach and the rules of the game kept him from moving too much, as he drowned in the sensations of the intimate touch. England’s hand that wasn’t holding him down found his chin and America took his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking on the digits as though his life depended on it. He enjoyed the sensations, running his tongue over the calluses of England’s fingers as England’s tongue did amazing things to his sensitive skin.
England’s pulled his mouth off of him with a satisfied sound, “You ready for me?” America hummed around his fingers, pushing his hips up in answer. The warm hand on his stomach disappeared, returning soon between his legs, a slicked finger pushing against him. America pressed back until that finger was inside of him, pushing and stretching. He relaxed as much as he could, wanting him. Fingers that had mapped his body more times than he could count now brushed against that bundle of nerves inside him, sending a jolt through him. America lifted his legs so England could hook them over his shoulders as he lined himself up. England pulled his other hand from America’s mouth, brushing his wet fingers across his lips for a moment, as he got the leverage he needed to push inside him.
“England... I want...”
“You can touch me.” he panted, as he began to move his body. America’s hands immediately left their place as he tangled one hand in England’s hair and wrapped another around his body, his fingers brushing across his skin. Each thrust brought him pleasure, the advantage of having a partner that had been intimately familiar with him for decades. He bent as much as he could so he could find England’s mouth, tasting him, sucking hard on his tongue, wringing a groan from his mouth.
He could tell that England was close, as the whispered words against his skin began to change into an older form of English that America couldn’t understand. He met him in every remaining thrust, telling his lover how much he cared with his touch. Their bodies climaxed one after the other, their bodies relaxing into each other’s embrace, the warmth of the caresses magnified by the light of the candles.
“I love you.” was whispered in the flickering dark as the candles began to burn out.
It was the perfect way to bring in the new year.
Author: Shuriken7
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: America/England
Prompt: 3. Embrace @ 7snogs
Word Count: 1,279
Rating: M for sexual situations.
Summary: The boys spend New Years wrapped up in each other, after the fireworks burn out, a fire in their hearts continues to burn.
Warnings: Slash. Hetalia deals with the personifications of nation-states. Some of the stories will be historical in nature and others will be dealing with them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
A/N: Written by request of hpfangirl71 as an extension of one of my drabbles for the 31 Day December Challenge at fandomwords100. Little late for the holiday, but at least it's still January. xD
The light of the small flames created by the many candles warmed the room, created a soft atmosphere, the light flickering across his skin. It made America want to sleep, wrapped up in the warmth of the light. Although the person he was wrapped up with, made sleep the last thing on his mind. The feeling of rough fingertips and soft lips made every inch of his skin, flush with heat. America glanced down to watch England run his fingers across his chest and sucked on his collarbone. The champagne they had been drinking earlier in celebration made him feel languid, the heat in his body boiling slowly instead of exploding like the fireworks they had watched briefly before coming upstairs. England had stretched him out on the bed and told him to wait. He had then lit the various candles around his room, flipping off the artificial light, plunging them into a space that was ageless and completely intimate between them. Clothing was teased and tugged off, leaving them wrapped together on the bed.
The light flickered beautifully over England’s pale skin. He reached back for him, tangling his hands in his hair and pressing their bodies together, wanting that pale flesh pressed against his own tan skin. England turned his attention to his ear, sucking gently on his earlobe. America leaned close to taste his skin. England paused and wrapped his arms around his neck, tilting his head so that America could taste him. The taste of the salt on his skin and his normal scent was making America’s skin feel like it was burning, magnified by the heat from the candles. He rolled, putting England beneath him as he licked and nipped his way up the other’s neck, licking a trail up the shell of his ear, burying his nose in this hair. He needed to remember to steal a bottle of that shampoo this time, although he was sure it wouldn’t smell right unless it was on England. He turned his head so that he could kiss him, their mouths meeting in a clash, the meeting leaving their lips swollen. England arched, up rubbing their hips together. America groaned, loving the feeling.
“And you call me impatient, I thought you wanted to take it slow.” he laughed, leaning up on his elbows so he could look down at him, admiring the flush on his face and neck, the way his hair was tousled even more than usual. England blinked, drawing America to those green eyes, making him want to get lost in them. England continued to look confused until a smirk spread across his face, as though he had suddenly remembered what he had been saying as he pulled off America’s clothing before. He put his hands on America’s chest, pushing at him lightly, a silent command to move off of him. America obeyed, wondering what he had in mind since he had gone through all the trouble to set up the atmosphere. He rolled him onto his back, picking up his hands and putting them on the rungs on the headboard.
“You let go and I stop touching you.” England said, leaning forward to kiss him once more. It seemed he wanted to play a game, America supposed that was fine. Bedroom games were a whole lot of fun, especially since he won either way. He flashed a flirty smile as he pulled away, getting an extremely heated look in return. He loved the way England’s eyes would darken when he wanted him. America licked his lips, his own eyes darkening with want. England stared at his mouth for a moment before leaning forward to capture his lips, sliding his tongue between them. America forgot their game for a moment, so eager to tangle his hands in England’s hair. Suddenly, England was moving away. He immediately placed his hands back on the headboard.
England smiled, “There’s a good lad.” He leaned forward, once again placing his mouth on America’s chest, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, brushing his lips over old scars, creating love marks to go beside them. America arched into that warm mouth.
“E-England...” he said, a bit of whine coming into his voice.
“Patience, Love.” he said as he shifted, placing one warm hand on America’s stomach. He used his other hand to guide America to spread his knees so that he could settle between them. He gave America one more playful smirk, before he turned his head pressing his mouth to the inside of America’s thigh. America gasped, a shock going through him, his body beginning to quiver in anticipation. England’s warm hand on his stomach stilled him, his thumb slowly brushing across his muscles. Each tiny movement of England’s mouth against his skin made him want to squirm, to let go of the headboard and put his fingers in his lover’s hair in order to bring him up for a kiss. He closed his eyes, the flickering light glowing on England’s skin disappearing, letting the fantasy play through his brain, fingers tightening on the wood.
He moaned when England put his mouth on his member, that mouth that was so fond of throwing insults more often than endearments bringing pleasure to him. That firm hand on his stomach and the rules of the game kept him from moving too much, as he drowned in the sensations of the intimate touch. England’s hand that wasn’t holding him down found his chin and America took his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking on the digits as though his life depended on it. He enjoyed the sensations, running his tongue over the calluses of England’s fingers as England’s tongue did amazing things to his sensitive skin.
England’s pulled his mouth off of him with a satisfied sound, “You ready for me?” America hummed around his fingers, pushing his hips up in answer. The warm hand on his stomach disappeared, returning soon between his legs, a slicked finger pushing against him. America pressed back until that finger was inside of him, pushing and stretching. He relaxed as much as he could, wanting him. Fingers that had mapped his body more times than he could count now brushed against that bundle of nerves inside him, sending a jolt through him. America lifted his legs so England could hook them over his shoulders as he lined himself up. England pulled his other hand from America’s mouth, brushing his wet fingers across his lips for a moment, as he got the leverage he needed to push inside him.
“England... I want...”
“You can touch me.” he panted, as he began to move his body. America’s hands immediately left their place as he tangled one hand in England’s hair and wrapped another around his body, his fingers brushing across his skin. Each thrust brought him pleasure, the advantage of having a partner that had been intimately familiar with him for decades. He bent as much as he could so he could find England’s mouth, tasting him, sucking hard on his tongue, wringing a groan from his mouth.
He could tell that England was close, as the whispered words against his skin began to change into an older form of English that America couldn’t understand. He met him in every remaining thrust, telling his lover how much he cared with his touch. Their bodies climaxed one after the other, their bodies relaxing into each other’s embrace, the warmth of the caresses magnified by the light of the candles.
“I love you.” was whispered in the flickering dark as the candles began to burn out.
It was the perfect way to bring in the new year.