It only occurred to America in the first place because it was the first time in a . . . while that England had actually worn boots. Big tall boots, the kind that came up to your knees, not the combat ones he saw on him often enough even today. But for the investiture ceremony for the Order of the Garter England had gotten all dressed up in clothes that reminded America of a long time ago, and he had worn tall boots along with them. There was a long cloak and some kind of gold garland thingy and everything. And a hat with a freaking huge feather in it. America thought the feather was awesome. (America was at the ceremony because it was good for foreign relations, and all that, and because England was his boyfriend. Coincidentally, England looked pretty damn hot in boots, but seriously, America would have come even if they’d made England wear yellow denim overalls or something. Not that England didn’t look hot all the time, as far as America was concerned, and he would have in yellow denim overalls, too, he thought loyally
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Order 10a/?
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:01:26 UTC
England’s fingers played over the top button of America’s trousers, his thumb brushing over America’s navel in a quick touch that sent a spark tingling into America’s skin. America swallowed, and it felt thick, sticking in his throat. He shifted his hands to bring them around, brushing down over England’s chest to start working on his belt. His fingers didn’t seem to want to push and pull the way he wanted them to, but he managed to get it open with only a little bit of fumbling and hurried to undo the buttons of England’s fly. He slid his hand forward to cup the heated erection straining England’s briefs, squeezing lightly. England groaned, and his eyes slipped closed, his breath going gasping and uneven. America grinned, even as he felt his own breath hitch in his throat, his arousal throbbing almost painfully trapped as it was behind his own fly and boxers. He shifted a bit on his knees, aimlessly seeking to relieve the pressure but trying not to let his hips jerk too obviously, and leaned closer to England, squeezing a bit
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Order 10b/?
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:04:49 UTC
England looked up at him then, his eyes a darker green than normal, and swallowed thickly, which made America do the same on instinct. England leaned forward to slide his free hand up America’s chest and curl it around his neck, tugging him down for another breathless kiss, this one slow and warm, England’s tongue carefully, thoroughly mapping out the inside of America’s mouth. It was almost, America thought, like an answer to his question, one without words, as England pulled America close, flush against his body, his other hand caressing the curve of America’s hip with his palm, the heel of his hand, as he brought him close. America went eagerly, still sucking on England’s tongue in his mouth, feeling warm and lightheaded as England stroked his hand down over America’s skin, the round of his ass. He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to press his lips against the side of America’s mouth. “All right?” he whispered hoarsely
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Re: Order 10d/11
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:14:47 UTC
England nipped at America’s right back, scissoring his fingers one more time in a way that made America gasp again before sliding them carefully out of him. His cheeks were slightly flushed, America noticed, and smiled as he stood up, wavering a little as his legs proved shaky. England steadied him with his hands on his thighs, then slipped out of the chair himself as America shed his pants and boxers completely and straddled it, draping his legs over the arms and realizing with relief that he could brace his feet against the floor. He could hear England’s pants hit the floor a moment later, and braced his hands against the back of the chair, resting his cheek against the soft velvet of the cloak England had been wearing during the ceremony. It smelled old, like an old building, stuffy, and a little like England, and he buried his nose in it and inhaled that scent, crossing his arms and getting comfortable
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Order 11a/11
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:16:07 UTC
“Ready?” England asked, his fingers brushing gently at America’s entrance as if to make certain that he was prepared, and when America just groaned impatiently, he seemed to take that as a yes. There were a few more moments of preparation, the sound of what America figured was the lube packet falling to the floor, and then heat and firmness was pressing into him. He gasped and leaned forward at the stretching feeling, more than England’s fingers but not painfully so, welcome after England’s teasing fingers, resting his cheek in velvet as he turned to watch England
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Order 11b/11
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:17:48 UTC
“I love you, England,” America gasped into the cloak, riding high on pleasure, feeling light with it. “So . . . so sexy like this, giving me . . . everything I could ever want . . . . Sexiest empire ever. My . . . my empire.” He squeezed England’s hand, tightly, pressing it closer to his chest, his heart pounding fiercely against their hands, like it would pound right out of his chest
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Order 11c/11
anonymous
August 10 2010, 08:19:18 UTC
“Mmph,” England said, a noncommittal sound of vague agreement or disagreement, and let himself rest against America for a long moment. America just kept stroking his hair, and England relaxed under the touch, melting almost bonelessly against him until, after some time, his eyes opened groggily, distracting America with the way his lashes fluttered over his cheeks. One hand skimmed gently over America’s side. “You’re all right?” he said
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Re: Order 11c/11
anonymous
August 11 2010, 01:06:42 UTC
Umf!!! God this was delicious! Thank you so much for finishing this! I love your style of writing and I love the interaction between America and England in this whole fill. Definetely in my book marks!
Re: Order 11c/11
anonymous
August 11 2010, 14:34:33 UTC
“I-I was awesome, then?” he said, feeling himself blush even more deeply, and his grin felt tentative, almost awkward, but heroes didn’t get awkward over stuff like this, or bashful, and he was a hero, so-
OMYGAWD AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, I DIED OF CUTE ♥ ♥♥
The whole fic was incredibly sexy and hot, I fapped like mad to it. You write both characters brilliantly, and this is the first seme!England I've read in tow months or so, and bloody hell, it was mindblowing. Thank you~~
I confess, though, that the blushing contest there at the end may be my favourite part of the story ^^
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This fill has been a pleasure to read, so thank you so much for writing it.
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Just, wow. Mmph.
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OMYGAWD AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, I DIED OF CUTE ♥ ♥♥
The whole fic was incredibly sexy and hot, I fapped like mad to it. You write both characters brilliantly, and this is the first seme!England I've read in tow months or so, and bloody hell, it was mindblowing. Thank you~~
I confess, though, that the blushing contest there at the end may be my favourite part of the story ^^
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