Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 1.a of...?
anonymous
May 15 2010, 00:41:56 UTC
(This is the above from directly above. I decided to give it a shot. It's just straight up PWP, and any and all plot is completely unintentional or half-assed. I hope you enjoy it, OP, and other various anons. I have a loooot planned for this fill, fff.)The meetings were long and boring, long enough that it wasn’t just the knot of his tie pressing against his throat by the end of the day. This was what happened whenever America’s focus drifted away from the presenters, which was all the time, and shifted to the man across the table from him, all prim and proper and gentlemanly. The knot in his throat played insistently with his air supply, made it hard to focus on anything but the way England’s throat curved, his fingers tapped prolonged melodies across the wooden table
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OP hopes it's later now =0_0=
anonymous
May 15 2010, 16:49:36 UTC
HOLY SHIT ♥
“Shit,” America breathed.
Yes, this was exactly my reaction. Wow. How many panties will I have to us with this fills? =0_0=
I love you anon. I love the context of them being so horny and just recently together, and their coarse vocabulary, and America's entire behaviour, holyshit, THAT'S HOT. The way he starts out fantasizing, then tries to fake innocence when luring England to his room, then lets go of pretenses and behaves like the dirty sex-minded teenager he is ♥
America said, and as always when talking with England felt that ridiculous urge to fight against him for the sake of fighting.
Yes, yes! Regardless of the prompt, you don't forget characterization ;)
Oh, and the thing I really have to commend you for? Keeping it consensual. Authoranon really gets what OP wanted with something usually considered humilliation going to please both ways; I love England's atittude here, so wanton and dirty in his own way, smirking and seductive, no matter how forceful (and it was very deliciously much) America was with him
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Re: Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 1.i of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 07:48:59 UTC
Oh god, I wish I could write like you. I promise I'll be back later to fap to this read this. Gotta go finish the above fill. although I'm thinking of just fucking the story and going straight to the sex
Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 2.a of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 17:56:33 UTC
England leaned in, quick as lightning, seizing America’s lip between his own, biting down enough to cause a sharp sting of pain, but not enough to lose the sensation of pleasure that surged through his blood. America lifted his hands, running his fingers through England’s hair, moving gently and massaging the back of his scalp in a silent, unacknowledged apology for the harshness with which he’d forced his cock into England’s mouth. England closed his eyes, smiling and moaning low in his throat. England ducked his head, pressing his mouth to America’s throat and neck, kissing and sucking and biting. America bit back a moan
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Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 2.b of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 17:57:09 UTC
“Hmm,” England hummed, appreciatively, shaping his words sensually with his voice, letting it drop into a low, almost predatory groan: “Rough and fast
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Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 2.d of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 17:58:16 UTC
“I like it,” England whispered, shifting to thrust his hips down onto America’s hand, urging him to add his fourth finger. When he did so, England hissed in pain, in the pleasure, threw his head back to loll against the bed sheets, body arching and legs trembling as he spread them to America. His cock stood at attention, weeping, inviting for America’s touch
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Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 2.e of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 17:59:00 UTC
He hissed the words in his ear, elaborate curses. It was the only sound he could make now and he grasped at America’s bare shoulders, dragging his nails across the skin, leaving angry, jagged red marks that marked America as his. He licked at the shell of his ear and promised him dirty, horrible things, dirty promises that caused America’s cock to harden further, for the groans and moans to bubble past America’s tightened throat. His eyes clenched shut. England cooed the obscenities, traced his tongue along the shell of his ear again as he made dirty fantasies come alive, cursed and blessed America and his name and his cock, swiveled his hips to take him in more and more until the pleasure overrode the pain and all he had was America and America’s breath against his shoulder, America’s nails digging into his hips, America’s cock inside of him
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Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 2.f of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 17:59:42 UTC
“If you can find the energy to make fun of me, you can stand to fuck me harder, little boy,” England shot back, fingers curling along the ridges of his spine, twisting and pressing up against America. America felt England’s erect cock press against the lines of his chest as England writhed against him, pressing his face to his neck and kissing and biting him. “Or,” he whispered, “will you be able to stay up past your bedtime? Shall I give you a bottle of milk
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Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 2.g of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 18:00:11 UTC
“You’re so tight, England,” America whispered against his mouth, watched England swallow those words. “You’re so tight and so small in there, it doesn’t matter how hard I stretch you, my cock’s just too big for you, isn’t it?” England didn’t answer, only panted and bucked against him. “I love being inside you, babe. Even if it’s a tight fit you take me all the way in, don’t you, and you love it. It’s so hot in there, it’s burning. I love knowing it’s my cock inside of you, filling you with my cum, making you scream
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Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 2.h of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 18:00:43 UTC
England pulled away slowly, straightened, giving him a sated smile. America didn’t pull out of him, even after he’d gone soft. The lust was still pooling in his stomach, refusing to budge. They still had a long night in front of them. How beautifully the bruises were standing out on his body, how stunning the cum was on his body, clinging to him and the slight sheen of sweat
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Send Out the Wrecking Crew | part 2.i of...?
anonymous
May 16 2010, 18:01:14 UTC
“The stamina of a superpower is really to be envied,” England said absently as America pressed absent kisses to England’s shoulder blades and humped dryly against him, grinding and reminding his cock just how nice it felt to be inside England
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This has to be the best porn I've ever read... it's not even to the actual sex and I gotta change my panties... GOOD JOB AUTHORNON <3 plzcontinue
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“Shit,” America breathed.
Yes, this was exactly my reaction. Wow. How many panties will I have to us with this fills? =0_0=
I love you anon. I love the context of them being so horny and just recently together, and their coarse vocabulary, and America's entire behaviour, holyshit, THAT'S HOT. The way he starts out fantasizing, then tries to fake innocence when luring England to his room, then lets go of pretenses and behaves like the dirty sex-minded teenager he is ♥
America said, and as always when talking with England felt that ridiculous urge to fight against him for the sake of fighting.
Yes, yes! Regardless of the prompt, you don't forget characterization ;)
Oh, and the thing I really have to commend you for? Keeping it consensual. Authoranon really gets what OP wanted with something usually considered humilliation going to please both ways; I love England's atittude here, so wanton and dirty in his own way, smirking and seductive, no matter how forceful (and it was very deliciously much) America was with him ( ... )
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anon... anon enjoyed that.
anon enjoyed that very much. *trying to type with unsoiled hand*
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You're going to kill me... /b-bookmarked
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