Title comes from a Heart lyric. I listen to varied radio stations. Don't judge me! -
Ah~ You shouldn't look up at me so cutely. If you keep it up, then I might not be able to control myself.
A wink. Then again, I was never one for self-control
It was odd that he noticed how well decorated the place was - France must be rubbing off on him. He must be in France's house, or maybe France finally made over his house like he'd been threatening to.
No, no, cher. Look at me, not the lovely drapery.
He gently cupped Canada's chin and turned his gaze towards him.. France smiled at him. Sultry, inviting.
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anonymous
August 17 2010, 08:48:01 UTC
This wasn't going to be that hard, he told himself. He was almost convinced outright, because these meetings always tended to be the same: England and America fought in suspiciously marital ways, Greece slept, and he wasn't noticed. Usually it bothered him, but for once he really craved to not be noticed. Especially not by France. He fervently hoped that Ukraine forgot her bra again, as that was one thing that could certainly keep France's eyes away from him
( ... )
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anonymous
August 17 2010, 08:50:30 UTC
Canada splashed cool water on his face. This was almost over. He could slip out of here early and no one would notice. Then he'd be home and the dream could be placed aside as not meaning anything, especially not a lingering well of feelings. After that, it could be promptly forgotten and then Canada could get on with his life. He wondered if he should apologize to Greece, but then thought better. He'd probably not noticed at all. Probably thought him sitting on him was a case of a weird dream, and even if he did apologize, Greece would probably go 'who are you again?' No, the best thing to do would maybe be to fake a stomachache. He'd say he was unwell and needed rest and they'd wonder who the hell he was and nod and smile and then he'd stop hating them not knowing who he was because they wouldn't ask questions or think he was faking like they would with America. A silver lining to every cloud indeed.
When he looked up, he saw another face in the mirror. France's arms were crossed, and his face drawn in slight irritation.
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anonymous
August 17 2010, 08:53:26 UTC
On the way out was not a frantic mess of mouths and tongue and teeth meeting. By contrast, it was civilized, save for that France's hand had slipped into Canada's back pocket and cupped him there in a way that was possessive. And somehow, that restrained passion was more alluring for the promise of what was to come
( ... )
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anonymous
August 17 2010, 08:56:43 UTC
"This bed sure is large..."
"I like them big," France said. He smiled, as if it were a joke to himself.
"What happened next?"
Canada's shirt was left hanging open. France was running his hands up and down him.
"You touched my lips and said that you'd never leave me again."
France smiled, and touched his lips.
"That wasn't a part of the dream, was it?" He said gently.
"No...I just wanted to hear it once," Canada said.
"I won't leave you again. I promise."
Canada looked up and wondered if he was just saying it. If this was more sweet-talking, if-
France lifted his hand and kissed the palm. He felt the moisture of his lips against his skin, the soft tingle that ran through him. "I will not break your heart again, mon amourThe last lingering doubts were banished to further places, where they would have to lurk around until later to creep back
( ... )
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anonymous
August 17 2010, 08:59:43 UTC
He swallowed the head, and wrapped some silky blond hair about him, rubbing it as he moved. Really, it shouldn't have been such a surprise that France had no gag reflex. His hair was so soft against him, stimulating ahead as France swallowed more and more of him. Not in his wildest dreams (and not even the one with France, which had been pretty wild) would he have imagined it could feel this amazing. He'd always had a thing for France's hair, and his mouth, and his hands - his everything, really. His hair was so soft and perfect, with golden curls, and his hands were so elegant and refined. And his mouth...it wasn't just the way he'd talk, but the way he'd suggestively smile, or lick his lips when he was seducing someone. With the way France was, he was always effortlessly sexy, so much that Canada had been seduced from afar many times when France had been smiling at other nations, flirting with other people, taking them home for the night and not him
( ... )
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anonymous
August 23 2010, 00:48:13 UTC
Unfff, god, France, your blowjob skills jsut blew my mind *wipes drool* You're the sexiest thing ever to walk the Earth, Francis! And also hilariousXD:
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anonymous
September 12 2010, 05:36:54 UTC
France reached out towards the nightstand without breaking the kiss. A clock, a few pens, and other things fell to the floor, but France didn't seem to mind. He forced the drawer open, biting at Canada's lip as he moved around the various implements searching with his hands. France's legs were wrapped tight around his waist, grinding their crotches together. He only broke apart to wet his fingers with the lubricant. Canada spread his legs in expectation, but France inserted the fingers inside himself, two at a time. He let out a quick breath, and began to fuck himself. It was hypnotic watching France's fingers disappear into himself, and then the luscious cries he gave as he touched himself. His lids would flutter, his face starting to flush as he moved his fingers in and out. This certainly hadn't been in his dream, no it was better than he'd ever thought possible.
"Are you feeling left out, mon amour? Do you want to touch me? To fuck me
( ... )
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anonymous
September 12 2010, 07:02:35 UTC
With France he felt like every part of his body was being adored. France kissed the scar at his nick from Vimy Ridge, licked at the mark Passchendaele left over his chest, and nibbled at his clavicle. He nuzzled close to Canada's cheek to steal another kiss, and Canada felt the sandpapery coarseness of his beard against him.
"France...."
"Yes, mon amour?"
"I....."
The words got stuck in his throat, couldn't get out.
"I'm.. Reallly ah h-happy-"
He buried his face against France's neck, breathing the sweet and bitter scent of him.
"Me too," France said. "Me too."
His entire body felt so hot. His skin was more tender with each brush, yet the focal point was inside France. France grinned mischievously and Canada felt the muscles about him constrict. He let out a sharp breath, the sensation was downright overwhelming.
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anonymous
September 14 2010, 23:00:46 UTC
OMG that ending is so beautiful and sweet and fluffy and AWW I LOVE YOU ALL ♥
And coming from anyone else he probably would've laughed, because every porno ever - that America watched Yes, yes, Canada, keep telling yourself thatXD
Ok, and what's with the amount of awesome sex teacher-lover France nowadays? Fuck, I can't get enough of that sweet drug. That guy is impossibly sexy when he's being all "let Big Brother France take care of everything~" <3
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=19626960#t19626960
Title comes from a Heart lyric. I listen to varied radio stations. Don't judge me!
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Ah~ You shouldn't look up at me so cutely. If you keep it up, then I might not be able to control myself.
A wink. Then again, I was never one for self-control
It was odd that he noticed how well decorated the place was - France must be rubbing off on him. He must be in France's house, or maybe France finally made over his house like he'd been threatening to.
No, no, cher. Look at me, not the lovely drapery.
He gently cupped Canada's chin and turned his gaze towards him.. France smiled at him. Sultry, inviting.
Tell me what you want, coeur..
You, he responded ( ... )
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Canada splashed cool water on his face. This was almost over. He could slip out of here early and no one would notice. Then he'd be home and the dream could be placed aside as not meaning anything, especially not a lingering well of feelings. After that, it could be promptly forgotten and then Canada could get on with his life. He wondered if he should apologize to Greece, but then thought better. He'd probably not noticed at all. Probably thought him sitting on him was a case of a weird dream, and even if he did apologize, Greece would probably go 'who are you again?' No, the best thing to do would maybe be to fake a stomachache. He'd say he was unwell and needed rest and they'd wonder who the hell he was and nod and smile and then he'd stop hating them not knowing who he was because they wouldn't ask questions or think he was faking like they would with America. A silver lining to every cloud indeed.
When he looked up, he saw another face in the mirror. France's arms were crossed, and his face drawn in slight irritation.
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"I like them big," France said. He smiled, as if it were a joke to himself.
"What happened next?"
Canada's shirt was left hanging open. France was running his hands up and down him.
"You touched my lips and said that you'd never leave me again."
France smiled, and touched his lips.
"That wasn't a part of the dream, was it?" He said gently.
"No...I just wanted to hear it once," Canada said.
"I won't leave you again. I promise."
Canada looked up and wondered if he was just saying it. If this was more sweet-talking, if-
France lifted his hand and kissed the palm. He felt the moisture of his lips against his skin, the soft tingle that ran through him. "I will not break your heart again, mon amourThe last lingering doubts were banished to further places, where they would have to lurk around until later to creep back ( ... )
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2) Good god, France. :D
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You're the sexiest thing ever to walk the Earth, Francis! And also hilariousXD:
"Your subconscious is so vanilla. It's adorable."
Pfff, only you, FranceXD
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France reached out towards the nightstand without breaking the kiss. A clock, a few pens, and other things fell to the floor, but France didn't seem to mind. He forced the drawer open, biting at Canada's lip as he moved around the various implements searching with his hands. France's legs were wrapped tight around his waist, grinding their crotches together. He only broke apart to wet his fingers with the lubricant. Canada spread his legs in expectation, but France inserted the fingers inside himself, two at a time. He let out a quick breath, and began to fuck himself. It was hypnotic watching France's fingers disappear into himself, and then the luscious cries he gave as he touched himself. His lids would flutter, his face starting to flush as he moved his fingers in and out. This certainly hadn't been in his dream, no it was better than he'd ever thought possible.
"Are you feeling left out, mon amour? Do you want to touch me? To fuck me ( ... )
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With France he felt like every part of his body was being adored. France kissed the scar at his nick from Vimy Ridge, licked at the mark Passchendaele left over his chest, and nibbled at his clavicle. He nuzzled close to Canada's cheek to steal another kiss, and Canada felt the sandpapery coarseness of his beard against him.
"France...."
"Yes, mon amour?"
"I....."
The words got stuck in his throat, couldn't get out.
"I'm.. Reallly ah h-happy-"
He buried his face against France's neck, breathing the sweet and bitter scent of him.
"Me too," France said. "Me too."
His entire body felt so hot. His skin was more tender with each brush, yet the focal point was inside France. France grinned mischievously and Canada felt the muscles about him constrict. He let out a sharp breath, the sensation was downright overwhelming.
"F-France," he gasped ( ... )
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And coming from anyone else he probably would've laughed, because every porno ever - that America watched Yes, yes, Canada, keep telling yourself thatXD
Ok, and what's with the amount of awesome sex teacher-lover France nowadays? Fuck, I can't get enough of that sweet drug. That guy is impossibly sexy when he's being all "let Big Brother France take care of everything~" <3
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