USUK(US) - Sex with a comfortable and happy atmosphere
anonymous
August 21 2011, 03:11:13 UTC
Pretty simple request. Just looking for USUK (or UKUS) smut with no angst or sadness, just happiness. Long established relationship (at least 20+ years) at home in their bed. Amount/nature of plot are up to Anon.
-Bonus 1: It's the middle of the day and a random event spurred them to the bedroom (you know how the Cialis commercials talk about an ordinary moment becoming romantic? Yeah, like that). Or, if not, the lights are on. -Bonus 2: No angst, but they're both dealing with a lot of work and need the stress relief.
Before/in between/after the actual sex, lots of smiling, laughing, and maybe a little banter (perhaps over who gets to top?) ;) Make it sweet, make it sexy, and most of all make it FUN.
(Tried to leave this pretty open, hope it isn't too specific. I'd really appreciate if someone would fill this!)
Heartland [1/7]
anonymous
August 28 2011, 03:35:02 UTC
A/N: Second A!A here. I'm sorry, this sucks a lot more than I thought it would, but it doesn't seem to want to get better and I should at least give you something.
England could still hardly believe his luck as he sat on America's back porch after a long day of work out on his boyfriend's farm. Sixty long years of trying and he and America had finally, finally managed to coordinate their two-month leaves so that they were together the whole time. They had spent the first month in London and had a lovely time, but then America had talked them into taking the second month in a very rural part of Iowa.
Even though he had been against it at first, England was glad they did. He felt a stone lighter with his blackberry and wallet with its plethora of IDs inside, locked in one of the bedside tables. This month was a golden opportunity, a chance for the two of them to do the work themselves, getting dirt under their nails and using the strength that normally needed to be hidden away behind nice suits and diplomacy. It was such a nice break
( ... )
Heartland [2/7]
anonymous
August 28 2011, 03:36:13 UTC
"I'm sure I'm sunburned too," England said, remembering some of the other details America liked, "I've found all these freckles on my face and arms, so I'm sure that after today part of me will have gotten past that stage." He didn't have to look over to see that America was practically drooling. But he did anyway because it was a delightful sight.
America blushed deeper, but it was hard to say whether it was faked, out of arousal, or out of anger, "England, I- I think it's kinda… um… cool that you're out here working with me… and stuff," He turned his face so that it was at the most flattering angle he had and smiled sheepishly. Damn him, he was lovely.
"Yes, but I'm just so tired," He stretched, arching his back a little more than necessary. When he turned back to America he kept his eyes half-lidded and gave him a sleepy smile, "I can't imagine that total exhaustion is flattering on anyone."
At that point America gave up, "Well, if you're passed out you can't say no, so-"
Heartland [3/7]
anonymous
August 28 2011, 03:36:50 UTC
England scowled, "I refuse to have sex out here."
"Come on, you're such a prude," America pouted as England got off of his lap.
"Prudishness has nothing to do with it. There are small stones and other sharp objects down there and ticks and burrs I'd rather not be picking out of my pubic hair later."
"Come on, I'd pick 'em out for you."
England rolled his eyes and yanked on America's wrist to get him to stand. America giggled but followed obediently. The two of them walked back inside and went upstairs. England started heading towards the bathroom, but America stopped walking.
"Let's just go to bed," he said, "I don't wanna have to deal with enemas tonight."
"You know that means no anal. Of any sort."
"I do," America said, nodding, "I don't care." Grinning, he pulled England towards him and placed his hand on the other man's hip. He started wriggling his hips a little bit, "Besides, I wanna play with you some more."
England chuckled and placed a finger under America's chin, "Is that so?"
Heartland [4/7]
anonymous
August 28 2011, 03:38:03 UTC
England had to look away. He couldn't handle it, his throat would close up and he would have to stop. To help distract himself he started to remove his clothes. He sighed. It felt so much better peeling away his sticky, sweaty clothes. He hadn't been lying when he told America that his underclothes were soaked. The next time he glanced back, even though America was still watching him he didn't seem quite so intimidating with his nose buried in England's a-shirt. America grinned at him from behind the cotton. America couldn't see his mouth, but the skin around his eyes crinkled and the tops of his cheeks rounded.
There was something lovely about the expression that made him seem more involved than before. It felt less like England was on display and more like it was just a game. He began to play more, arching his back and showing off his legs. America was more than smiling soon. He was starting to pant and blush and he had a nice looking bulge in his trousers. England flipped over onto his stomach. He could feel himself starting to
( ... )
Heartland [5/7]
anonymous
August 28 2011, 03:38:37 UTC
The older man hummed softly into his partner's skin before sliding further down his body. He licked and nipped his way until he reached his stomach.
Since he had reached adulthood, America had always been a bigger man. He had broad shoulders and a large chest and throughout most of his life he'd also carried a healthy layer of fat around his middle. However, at some point he'd decided that he would rather be thin and spent far too much time at the gym working hard to melt it all away. England considered himself very lucky at times like these, when America was too busy to put so much conceited effort into his appearance and he put on all the weight that he was supposed to have. He looked so much healthier, so much more beautiful.
England carefully rubbed America's belly, enjoying the way that the slightly soft flesh molded to his hands. He leaned down to nibble and lick and his sides. He was confused by America's lack of wiggling. Usually his belly was so sensitive that any such touches were usually enough to turn the younger nation into
( ... )
Heartland [6/7]
anonymous
August 28 2011, 03:39:34 UTC
"Little rat!" England shouted, not really meaning it.
America shrugged, "Hey, I gave up one of your awesome hand jobs to get you like this."
England scowled, but didn't say anything.
America seemed to take it as an okay, because he went down England's body, leaving a wet trail of sloppy kisses and lots of licking. The older nation loved it when America threw away any and all of his technique, just letting his passion and youthful energy take over. He shuddered and let his hands rest on America's neck, letting them be pulled down with him.
The larger nation paused over England's cock for a moment and just breathed on it. England let out a particularly violent shudder, he knew what was coming. America's tongue flicked out once, twice, and then he slowly took in England's head.
England furrowed his brow. That wasn't like him. He usually went right for it, deepthroating him after nothing but taking a moment to compose himself. He looked down at America to figure out what was going on. When the younger nation saw that he was looking, he let go
( ... )
Heartland [7/7]
anonymous
August 28 2011, 03:40:05 UTC
"No," America said, "Open your eyes."
England did as he was told.
"Thanks. I love looking at them; they're such a pretty green."
"Are they?" England asked. He couldn't keep his eyes all the way open, but he didn't let them close beyond half-mast.
"Yeah."
Neither of them could really think of anything else to say. What else did they really need to say? Everything was perfect. The bed was soft, America was warm, and England was surrounded by a haze of pleasure he never wanted to leave.
However, America didn't seem content to just let them drift through their mutual masturbation. He began to slide his hand faster, making England follow him. America's vigor couldn't be matched, but something about it made England want to try. He began helping to stroke them faster and faster. The pleasure wasn't as much of a haze now. England was more aware of what was going on, of every little groan that America let out, every bead of sweat that rolled down either of their bodies, every shift of the blankets beneath them. However, it wasn't like the pleasure
( ... )
-Bonus 1: It's the middle of the day and a random event spurred them to the bedroom (you know how the Cialis commercials talk about an ordinary moment becoming romantic? Yeah, like that). Or, if not, the lights are on.
-Bonus 2: No angst, but they're both dealing with a lot of work and need the stress relief.
Before/in between/after the actual sex, lots of smiling, laughing, and maybe a little banter (perhaps over who gets to top?) ;) Make it sweet, make it sexy, and most of all make it FUN.
(Tried to leave this pretty open, hope it isn't too specific. I'd really appreciate if someone would fill this!)
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A/N: Second A!A here. I'm sorry, this sucks a lot more than I thought it would, but it doesn't seem to want to get better and I should at least give you something.
England could still hardly believe his luck as he sat on America's back porch after a long day of work out on his boyfriend's farm. Sixty long years of trying and he and America had finally, finally managed to coordinate their two-month leaves so that they were together the whole time. They had spent the first month in London and had a lovely time, but then America had talked them into taking the second month in a very rural part of Iowa.
Even though he had been against it at first, England was glad they did. He felt a stone lighter with his blackberry and wallet with its plethora of IDs inside, locked in one of the bedside tables. This month was a golden opportunity, a chance for the two of them to do the work themselves, getting dirt under their nails and using the strength that normally needed to be hidden away behind nice suits and diplomacy. It was such a nice break ( ... )
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"I'm sure I'm sunburned too," England said, remembering some of the other details America liked, "I've found all these freckles on my face and arms, so I'm sure that after today part of me will have gotten past that stage." He didn't have to look over to see that America was practically drooling. But he did anyway because it was a delightful sight.
America blushed deeper, but it was hard to say whether it was faked, out of arousal, or out of anger, "England, I- I think it's kinda… um… cool that you're out here working with me… and stuff," He turned his face so that it was at the most flattering angle he had and smiled sheepishly. Damn him, he was lovely.
"Yes, but I'm just so tired," He stretched, arching his back a little more than necessary. When he turned back to America he kept his eyes half-lidded and gave him a sleepy smile, "I can't imagine that total exhaustion is flattering on anyone."
At that point America gave up, "Well, if you're passed out you can't say no, so-"
Both of them looked away and snickered.
"Nothing like foul humor ( ... )
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England scowled, "I refuse to have sex out here."
"Come on, you're such a prude," America pouted as England got off of his lap.
"Prudishness has nothing to do with it. There are small stones and other sharp objects down there and ticks and burrs I'd rather not be picking out of my pubic hair later."
"Come on, I'd pick 'em out for you."
England rolled his eyes and yanked on America's wrist to get him to stand. America giggled but followed obediently. The two of them walked back inside and went upstairs. England started heading towards the bathroom, but America stopped walking.
"Let's just go to bed," he said, "I don't wanna have to deal with enemas tonight."
"You know that means no anal. Of any sort."
"I do," America said, nodding, "I don't care." Grinning, he pulled England towards him and placed his hand on the other man's hip. He started wriggling his hips a little bit, "Besides, I wanna play with you some more."
England chuckled and placed a finger under America's chin, "Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"So eloquent."
"Eloquent this," America said, ( ... )
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England had to look away. He couldn't handle it, his throat would close up and he would have to stop. To help distract himself he started to remove his clothes. He sighed. It felt so much better peeling away his sticky, sweaty clothes. He hadn't been lying when he told America that his underclothes were soaked. The next time he glanced back, even though America was still watching him he didn't seem quite so intimidating with his nose buried in England's a-shirt. America grinned at him from behind the cotton. America couldn't see his mouth, but the skin around his eyes crinkled and the tops of his cheeks rounded.
There was something lovely about the expression that made him seem more involved than before. It felt less like England was on display and more like it was just a game. He began to play more, arching his back and showing off his legs. America was more than smiling soon. He was starting to pant and blush and he had a nice looking bulge in his trousers. England flipped over onto his stomach. He could feel himself starting to ( ... )
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The older man hummed softly into his partner's skin before sliding further down his body. He licked and nipped his way until he reached his stomach.
Since he had reached adulthood, America had always been a bigger man. He had broad shoulders and a large chest and throughout most of his life he'd also carried a healthy layer of fat around his middle. However, at some point he'd decided that he would rather be thin and spent far too much time at the gym working hard to melt it all away. England considered himself very lucky at times like these, when America was too busy to put so much conceited effort into his appearance and he put on all the weight that he was supposed to have. He looked so much healthier, so much more beautiful.
England carefully rubbed America's belly, enjoying the way that the slightly soft flesh molded to his hands. He leaned down to nibble and lick and his sides. He was confused by America's lack of wiggling. Usually his belly was so sensitive that any such touches were usually enough to turn the younger nation into ( ... )
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"Little rat!" England shouted, not really meaning it.
America shrugged, "Hey, I gave up one of your awesome hand jobs to get you like this."
England scowled, but didn't say anything.
America seemed to take it as an okay, because he went down England's body, leaving a wet trail of sloppy kisses and lots of licking. The older nation loved it when America threw away any and all of his technique, just letting his passion and youthful energy take over. He shuddered and let his hands rest on America's neck, letting them be pulled down with him.
The larger nation paused over England's cock for a moment and just breathed on it. England let out a particularly violent shudder, he knew what was coming. America's tongue flicked out once, twice, and then he slowly took in England's head.
England furrowed his brow. That wasn't like him. He usually went right for it, deepthroating him after nothing but taking a moment to compose himself. He looked down at America to figure out what was going on. When the younger nation saw that he was looking, he let go ( ... )
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"No," America said, "Open your eyes."
England did as he was told.
"Thanks. I love looking at them; they're such a pretty green."
"Are they?" England asked. He couldn't keep his eyes all the way open, but he didn't let them close beyond half-mast.
"Yeah."
Neither of them could really think of anything else to say. What else did they really need to say? Everything was perfect. The bed was soft, America was warm, and England was surrounded by a haze of pleasure he never wanted to leave.
However, America didn't seem content to just let them drift through their mutual masturbation. He began to slide his hand faster, making England follow him. America's vigor couldn't be matched, but something about it made England want to try. He began helping to stroke them faster and faster. The pleasure wasn't as much of a haze now. England was more aware of what was going on, of every little groan that America let out, every bead of sweat that rolled down either of their bodies, every shift of the blankets beneath them. However, it wasn't like the pleasure ( ... )
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