Say My Name. (2/?)
anonymous
February 6 2010, 18:50:19 UTC
Alfred gripped at the bed sheets tightly, biting into his arm as Arthur’s tongue slipped right into his hole, squirming like mad and licking at his walls.
“O-oh god…Arthur..! Y-yeah, like that! M-More!” He hid his face in-between his arms, his hips shaking as those hands continued to hold them still with such a force they would develop bruises in a few hours.
Arthur only grunted, pushing his tongue in deeper, probing more of America, tasting him, making him melt. Making him needy.
“S-shit..Arthur…N-need you..!” His cock throbbed with abandon, twisting his head side to side as that wonderful, torturous pleasure that only seemed to make him more and more desperate didn’t let off, instead growing and growing and growing until he felt like he was going to burst, yet he didn’t.
Alfred whined as Arthur’s tongue slipped out, giving one final lick before he leaned forward on his knees, his chest coming in contact with America’s back, his cock right there. The same tongue that had just probed his hole began to gave his ear a
( ... )
Say My Name. (3/?)
anonymous
February 6 2010, 18:53:40 UTC
If America was confused before (which he was), it was all cleared up now, and his throat dried up as his eyes roamed over England’s face, eventually shocked blue eyes locking with blazing green.
“W-wha--Y-you mean--” He didn’t finish his sentence, unable to. He didn’t honestly expect him to--?
“Yes,” England hissed, his cock nudging at America’s backside, and all that desperation came flooding back again. “Say it.”
Alfred would have hid his face from view if he could, but there was naught he could do but stare back at Arthur, making it all the more humiliating for him as his cheeks burned brighter, his lips trembling as he uttered those words.
Say My Name. (4/?)
anonymous
February 6 2010, 18:58:47 UTC
With that, Arthur plunged into Alfred balls deep, his teeth sinking into the crook of America’s neck as his hand left those bruised hips, instead going to rest at Alfred’s cock, thumb circling the shaft, tracing the slit, and, deciding not to tease him any longer, he began to pump Alfred's cock in the earnest.
“F-fuck yes!” Alfred shouted, his whole body being wracked with shakes; moans, groans, and mewls escaping the confinements of his throat; hips pushing back to meet every thrust; meeting Arthur’s lips with his own in a heated and messy kiss.
Arthur’s thrusts were sharp, deep, fast, brutal. He plunged in and out of Alfred, in and out, in and out.
It was rough, Arthur constantly biting and marking Alfred with proud love bites in very visible places (he wanted to make sure everyone knew what had happened, who Alfred belonged to, who he would always belong to
( ... )
Say My Name. (5/6)
anonymous
February 6 2010, 19:02:31 UTC
The moments passed by, slowly, before Arthur pushed out of Alfred, a slick squelching sound being heard as he did.
“That was hot.” Alfred flopped down onto his back; hair tousled, stomach wet and messy with his own release, his neck and jaw covered in red marks all over. He grinned lazily.
“Mmm.” Arthur hummed in agreement, laying down next to Alfred and facing him. “It was even hotter when you screamed my name at the end.” He said smugly.
“K-Kinky old fogey, my brain wasn’t working ok?” Alfred pouted, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s neck.
“When does it ever?” Arthur snorted, sliding his arms around Alfred’s waist, melding their bodies together like two puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly.
“Hey--It always works, ok?! Just not at that moment..” Alfred mumbled, leaving butterfly kisses on Arthur’s neck and jaw.
“Well, I’ll just have to leave your brain dysfunctional more often, then, if it makes you like that.”
“If that’s the case, I wouldn’t mind.”
“I already knew that. I am the one fucking you, remember
( ... )
'England x America
England rims America. England demands America to talk dirty to him while doing it and of course teases America slowly.
B: England refuses to finish the job unless America calls him the British Empire....'
“A-ah!”
A buck of tanned hips. Pale hands restraining any further movements. A loud groan of desperation.
“A-Arthur, c’mon..!” The plead cut off short, interrupted by a heady moan as a tongue traced the puckered hole.
Arthur made no response, no movement to signal he was going to stop, or speed up for that matter.
His tongue continued to lap at Alfred’s hole, slowly, slowly, agonizingly slow ( ... )
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“O-oh god…Arthur..! Y-yeah, like that! M-More!” He hid his face in-between his arms, his hips shaking as those hands continued to hold them still with such a force they would develop bruises in a few hours.
Arthur only grunted, pushing his tongue in deeper, probing more of America, tasting him, making him melt. Making him needy.
“S-shit..Arthur…N-need you..!” His cock throbbed with abandon, twisting his head side to side as that wonderful, torturous pleasure that only seemed to make him more and more desperate didn’t let off, instead growing and growing and growing until he felt like he was going to burst, yet he didn’t.
Alfred whined as Arthur’s tongue slipped out, giving one final lick before he leaned forward on his knees, his chest coming in contact with America’s back, his cock right there. The same tongue that had just probed his hole began to gave his ear a ( ... )
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“W-wha--Y-you mean--” He didn’t finish his sentence, unable to. He didn’t honestly expect him to--?
“Yes,” England hissed, his cock nudging at America’s backside, and all that desperation came flooding back again. “Say it.”
Alfred would have hid his face from view if he could, but there was naught he could do but stare back at Arthur, making it all the more humiliating for him as his cheeks burned brighter, his lips trembling as he uttered those words.
“F-fuck me, British Empire.”
A leer.
“Gladly.”
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“F-fuck yes!” Alfred shouted, his whole body being wracked with shakes; moans, groans, and mewls escaping the confinements of his throat; hips pushing back to meet every thrust; meeting Arthur’s lips with his own in a heated and messy kiss.
Arthur’s thrusts were sharp, deep, fast, brutal. He plunged in and out of Alfred, in and out, in and out.
It was rough, Arthur constantly biting and marking Alfred with proud love bites in very visible places (he wanted to make sure everyone knew what had happened, who Alfred belonged to, who he would always belong to ( ... )
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“That was hot.” Alfred flopped down onto his back; hair tousled, stomach wet and messy with his own release, his neck and jaw covered in red marks all over. He grinned lazily.
“Mmm.” Arthur hummed in agreement, laying down next to Alfred and facing him. “It was even hotter when you screamed my name at the end.” He said smugly.
“K-Kinky old fogey, my brain wasn’t working ok?” Alfred pouted, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s neck.
“When does it ever?” Arthur snorted, sliding his arms around Alfred’s waist, melding their bodies together like two puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly.
“Hey--It always works, ok?! Just not at that moment..” Alfred mumbled, leaving butterfly kisses on Arthur’s neck and jaw.
“Well, I’ll just have to leave your brain dysfunctional more often, then, if it makes you like that.”
“If that’s the case, I wouldn’t mind.”
“I already knew that. I am the one fucking you, remember ( ... )
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“I wish you weren’t so talkative afterwards, can’t you just go to sleep?”
“Fine, fine.”
Silence.
“Arthur?”
A groan.
“What is it, you git?”
“I love you.”
Silence.
Hands tightening on his waist.
“Go to sleep, you git.”
A smile, the closing of cobalt eyes along with green.
Silence.
A murmur of ‘I love you, too, git’.
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