[Hetalia] "Believe Me"
Deanon from the Kink Meme
Title: "Believe Me"
Fandom: Hetalia
Rating: M for sex
Word Count: 1274
Characters: US/UK
Summary: England feels insecure about his looks, America plans to show him how much he loves his body.
America lay on his back, the blankets wrapped around his waist, one arm looped around his lover's shoulders as England used him for a pillow. He ruffled his hair lightly, not enough to wake him up, but enough that he could get those messy blonde strands even messier. He tickled the hairs at the back of England's neck and watched him as he wrinkled his nose in his sleep. Normally, it was easy for him to fall asleep, especially when his lover had hit all his buttons and had him begging for more, but something England had said was bothering him.
You're beautiful, love. He had said, which wasn't unusual. England had liked complimenting him ever since he was smile, it was only when he was an adult they took on a much more appreciative tone. England always said it as though he couldn't believe he was able to brush his fingers over his skin.
Tonight, America had decided to say the same, I think you are beautiful too.
It's okay, America, you don't have to say that if you don't mean it.
But he had meant it, he didn't understand and he was going to ask, but that was when England had decided to thrust into him. And at that point organized thinking was no longer possible. It was only now that they lay tangled and warm, that his mind was able to travel back to it. He ran his fingers through England's hair and wondered why England would think he wasn't telling the truth. Sure he was a little bit skinny, but so were many other nations, and America didn't think any of them were unattractive for it. He brushed his thumb over one of England's eyebrows, causing England's brow to furrow in his sleep. He was guilty of teasing England about them because they were big, but they were and... maybe he shouldn't do that anymore. He had an idea, he was no good with words, but he was pretty good at showing. He shifted England slowly off his chest and settled him down on the mattress. The movement caused him to stir.
"Mmm... what is it America?"
"I was thinking."
"Dangerous."
"Shut up." America said playfully poking him in the cheek, which caused England to finally look up at him with sleepy green eyes. America looked down at him, smiling and brushing the hair off his forehead, causing England to give him a shy smile in return. America lay down on top of him, resting his head on the center of England's chest. He hummed when England put his fingers in his hair, petting him. They lay in silence for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathe.
England sighed, "Alright, dear, what were you thinking about?"
"Why didn't you believe me when I said I thought you were beautiful?" he asked. The fingers in his hair stilled. America reached up and touched the stilled hands, wrapping his fingers around England's. He took them in his and leaned up on his elbows and looked up at England's face. He wasn't looking at him, but was staring at the ceiling. "You are beautiful, you know?"
A sardonic smile crossed England's face, "Am I?"
America pushed up on his hands, "Yeah! You are! You're body is awesome!" England looked up at him in disbelief, "You know what!? I'm gonna prove it to you!"
"How are---?!" America leaned down to kiss him before he could ask how. He sucked gently at his lower lip, nibbling softly until England began to respond, kissing him back, letting America dip his tongue in his mouth to taste him. He teasingly pulled back, earning a whine from England. He leaned up and kissed his forehead, pressing soft kisses down the bridge of his nose, ghosting over his lips once again, and kissing each cheek. England chuckled and wrapped his arms around him, "What are you up to, love?"
"I'm up to kissing every square inch of your body until you believe me." he said, pulling back to look down at him, England turned pink. America watched the corner of his mouth twitch, he was trying not to smile. "I'm going to take silence as permission."
England didn't say anything. America grinned. The blush on England's cheeks spread.
America decided he should start at the top, he pressed his lips to England's hairline once again. He could feel the heat of England's blush against his lips as he peppered kisses along his forehead before traipsing his lips over the shell of England's ear. He nipped gently at his ear lobe before moving down his neck. He nipped gently at his pulse, earning a gasp. He sucked at the skin, brushing his tongue over the red mark as he drifted lower. "I love you." he whispered over and over and England's arms tightened around him, holding him close. America reached behind him for one of his hands, stretching England's arm out and pressing his lips to the inside. The flesh was warm and he could hear England's appreciative gasps and hums. He paused at the soft skin on his elbow, nudging his nose along the sensitive skin.
He took England's hands in his once again, stretching his arms above his head and exposing his slim chest to his mouth. America tasted his skin, brushing his tongue across every sensitive place he knew of. A sharp suck to one of his nipples had England arching into him. England's member brushed against America's stomach and he had an idea. He kissed lower and lower, hands drifting between England's thighs, spreading them and fitting in between. He pressed his nose where leg met hip, sucking lightly on the skin. England moaned.
America turned his head and kissed the side of his cock, fingers of one hand reaching up to brush against his balls. England's hands immediately latched on to his hair, the gentle pulling encourage America to give a light suck to the sensitive flesh. A deep groan rose from England's throat. "Finally, a good use for your big mouth, love."
America snorted, amused, breathing against the sensitive flesh. "You better enjoy it, babe. You're getting worked on by a hero." He heard England chuckle before it was cut off with a moan as he put his mouth on him again.
America kissed his way up the shaft, before slipping the tip into his mouth. America felt his own body flush as a hearty, pleased moan filled his ears. He focused on the taste and feel of England in his mouth. He pressed a hand onto his stomach, enjoying every twitch of his stomach muscles. He took him in deeper and deeper, sucking him, soaking every sound into his ears. America told him with every touch of his fingers and every press of his tongue that he loved him. He felt England's muscles begin to twitch, signaling that he was close. He gave him a hard suck that dragged England over the edge. America continued to suck him off, until England was tugging on his hair to bring him up closer. He slid up beside him, pulling him closer. England leaned into his neck and kissed him lazily as his fingers wrapped around his member. America was made painfully aware of how hard he had gotten, it only took a few strokes and a hard suck on his pulse to cause him to spill over his lover's fingers.
"You are an idiot, love," England whispered against his throat, "But I believe you."
America smiled and cuddled him.
"Mission accomplished."
Title: "Believe Me"
Fandom: Hetalia
Rating: M for sex
Word Count: 1274
Characters: US/UK
Summary: England feels insecure about his looks, America plans to show him how much he loves his body.
America lay on his back, the blankets wrapped around his waist, one arm looped around his lover's shoulders as England used him for a pillow. He ruffled his hair lightly, not enough to wake him up, but enough that he could get those messy blonde strands even messier. He tickled the hairs at the back of England's neck and watched him as he wrinkled his nose in his sleep. Normally, it was easy for him to fall asleep, especially when his lover had hit all his buttons and had him begging for more, but something England had said was bothering him.
You're beautiful, love. He had said, which wasn't unusual. England had liked complimenting him ever since he was smile, it was only when he was an adult they took on a much more appreciative tone. England always said it as though he couldn't believe he was able to brush his fingers over his skin.
Tonight, America had decided to say the same, I think you are beautiful too.
It's okay, America, you don't have to say that if you don't mean it.
But he had meant it, he didn't understand and he was going to ask, but that was when England had decided to thrust into him. And at that point organized thinking was no longer possible. It was only now that they lay tangled and warm, that his mind was able to travel back to it. He ran his fingers through England's hair and wondered why England would think he wasn't telling the truth. Sure he was a little bit skinny, but so were many other nations, and America didn't think any of them were unattractive for it. He brushed his thumb over one of England's eyebrows, causing England's brow to furrow in his sleep. He was guilty of teasing England about them because they were big, but they were and... maybe he shouldn't do that anymore. He had an idea, he was no good with words, but he was pretty good at showing. He shifted England slowly off his chest and settled him down on the mattress. The movement caused him to stir.
"Mmm... what is it America?"
"I was thinking."
"Dangerous."
"Shut up." America said playfully poking him in the cheek, which caused England to finally look up at him with sleepy green eyes. America looked down at him, smiling and brushing the hair off his forehead, causing England to give him a shy smile in return. America lay down on top of him, resting his head on the center of England's chest. He hummed when England put his fingers in his hair, petting him. They lay in silence for a few minutes, just listening to each other breathe.
England sighed, "Alright, dear, what were you thinking about?"
"Why didn't you believe me when I said I thought you were beautiful?" he asked. The fingers in his hair stilled. America reached up and touched the stilled hands, wrapping his fingers around England's. He took them in his and leaned up on his elbows and looked up at England's face. He wasn't looking at him, but was staring at the ceiling. "You are beautiful, you know?"
A sardonic smile crossed England's face, "Am I?"
America pushed up on his hands, "Yeah! You are! You're body is awesome!" England looked up at him in disbelief, "You know what!? I'm gonna prove it to you!"
"How are---?!" America leaned down to kiss him before he could ask how. He sucked gently at his lower lip, nibbling softly until England began to respond, kissing him back, letting America dip his tongue in his mouth to taste him. He teasingly pulled back, earning a whine from England. He leaned up and kissed his forehead, pressing soft kisses down the bridge of his nose, ghosting over his lips once again, and kissing each cheek. England chuckled and wrapped his arms around him, "What are you up to, love?"
"I'm up to kissing every square inch of your body until you believe me." he said, pulling back to look down at him, England turned pink. America watched the corner of his mouth twitch, he was trying not to smile. "I'm going to take silence as permission."
England didn't say anything. America grinned. The blush on England's cheeks spread.
America decided he should start at the top, he pressed his lips to England's hairline once again. He could feel the heat of England's blush against his lips as he peppered kisses along his forehead before traipsing his lips over the shell of England's ear. He nipped gently at his ear lobe before moving down his neck. He nipped gently at his pulse, earning a gasp. He sucked at the skin, brushing his tongue over the red mark as he drifted lower. "I love you." he whispered over and over and England's arms tightened around him, holding him close. America reached behind him for one of his hands, stretching England's arm out and pressing his lips to the inside. The flesh was warm and he could hear England's appreciative gasps and hums. He paused at the soft skin on his elbow, nudging his nose along the sensitive skin.
He took England's hands in his once again, stretching his arms above his head and exposing his slim chest to his mouth. America tasted his skin, brushing his tongue across every sensitive place he knew of. A sharp suck to one of his nipples had England arching into him. England's member brushed against America's stomach and he had an idea. He kissed lower and lower, hands drifting between England's thighs, spreading them and fitting in between. He pressed his nose where leg met hip, sucking lightly on the skin. England moaned.
America turned his head and kissed the side of his cock, fingers of one hand reaching up to brush against his balls. England's hands immediately latched on to his hair, the gentle pulling encourage America to give a light suck to the sensitive flesh. A deep groan rose from England's throat. "Finally, a good use for your big mouth, love."
America snorted, amused, breathing against the sensitive flesh. "You better enjoy it, babe. You're getting worked on by a hero." He heard England chuckle before it was cut off with a moan as he put his mouth on him again.
America kissed his way up the shaft, before slipping the tip into his mouth. America felt his own body flush as a hearty, pleased moan filled his ears. He focused on the taste and feel of England in his mouth. He pressed a hand onto his stomach, enjoying every twitch of his stomach muscles. He took him in deeper and deeper, sucking him, soaking every sound into his ears. America told him with every touch of his fingers and every press of his tongue that he loved him. He felt England's muscles begin to twitch, signaling that he was close. He gave him a hard suck that dragged England over the edge. America continued to suck him off, until England was tugging on his hair to bring him up closer. He slid up beside him, pulling him closer. England leaned into his neck and kissed him lazily as his fingers wrapped around his member. America was made painfully aware of how hard he had gotten, it only took a few strokes and a hard suck on his pulse to cause him to spill over his lover's fingers.
"You are an idiot, love," England whispered against his throat, "But I believe you."
America smiled and cuddled him.
"Mission accomplished."