US/UK (In that order) with BDSM, D/s, and anything else that up to anon. And the kink is... UK is actually submissive to US. But, US is not doing anything to UK that make him that way. UK just want US to control him and do anything to him.
Not so much BSDM as just bondage, but it'll do.When England walked into America’s house carrying a large shopping bag from the Home Depot, struggling to keep his gaze off the floor and the blush off his face, America knew something was up
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[Part 7] Be My Anchor, Be My Moor (US/UK) [2/8]
anonymous
April 21 2011, 05:29:09 UTC
America picked out one of the several lengths of thin, slightly soft black rope, tearing off the plastic casing and shaking it out. “Do you just want the tying up part, or…” He smirked and snapped a length of the rope tight, watching England through narrowed eyes. England swallowed, eyes flickering between the rope and America’s face. “Is there something else you’d like
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[Part 7] Be My Anchor, Be My Moor (US/UK) [3/8]
anonymous
April 21 2011, 05:30:43 UTC
With his grin permanently affixed to his face, America quickly pulled off his own shirt and unbuttoned his pants, kneeling behind England and pressing against his pinned arms, rolling his hand into his crotch brutally. England keened, throwing his head back further against America’s shoulder. With the extra inch or two of movement for his arms, his fingers scrabbled down America’s bare abdomen and hooked in the elastic of his briefs, tugging insistently and jolting his arousal back to the forefront of America’s attention. He cursed quietly, then pulled on the trailing ends of the rope at England’s hands to spin him around on his knees, then shoved him back on the bed, catching his legs as they flew up. He pulled England back towards him, planting England’s feet on his shoulders so he could pull his pants and underwear to his knees roughly. The flurried, whispered curses from England spurred him on. He nudged the hem of one of his pants leg up with his nose to kiss at bare ankle (somewhere, England had gotten rid of his own shoes and
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[Part 7] Be My Anchor, Be My Moor (US/UK) [4/8]
anonymous
April 21 2011, 05:31:43 UTC
America finger fucked him as hard as he knew how, grazing his prostate but never hitting it fully, he knew, and shoved his own pants and underwear down sloppily with his other hand. In the engrossing process of wrapping up his oddly-sprung boyfriend, he had forgotten to get himself naked as well
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anonymous
April 21 2011, 05:40:04 UTC
Carefully, America pulled his hands from under England’s knees and reached around him, pulling at the knot on the front of his neck blindly until it fell away and England’s legs, suddenly deprived of their support, sprawled out across the bed. The newly freed rope fell to his hips, partially held in place where it was trapped between England’s back and arms. Gently, America let England lay forward between his legs, leaning backward as he pulled England’s legs, almost as malleable as jelly at this point, around so he was facing him, then leaned him back up to sit properly in his lap, never fully pulling out
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[Part 7] Be My Anchor, Be My Moor (US/UK) [6/8]
anonymous
April 21 2011, 05:48:16 UTC
America took off the unused condom, throwing it towards the pile of plastic rope cases, but climbed away before England could press forward and put his mouth to it. It was getting slightly painful, but it was totally worth it to see England’s face go panicked and desperate. He put two fingers over his mouth before he could draw breath to object, smiling sweetly at him, before falling back to dig in the bag. America let out a small “Ah-ha!” of triumph and pushed himself back up, holding the one package of thinner lightweight rope England had added into the mix. He sliced open the package with the ever-useful pocketknife and untwisted the ties holding the rope in its loops, shamelessly reveling in England’s needy whines and hip thrusts.
He ran his nails up England’s legs, feet to knees and back down. “What do ya say, keep your legs free?” he asked lightly, drumming his fingers into his kneecaps.
“Not in hell- fucking God, if you quit on me now-America laughed to hide his slight surprise, tracing light circles around one of England’s
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[Part 7] Be My Anchor, Be My Moor (US/UK) [7/8]
anonymous
April 21 2011, 05:54:32 UTC
England blinked at him, arousal slowing his thoughts and confusing him over the abrupt change in subject. America sighed and forced his jaw open with the hand holding the rope, guiding his cock into that mouth with the other. England choked at the sudden intrusion, and America backed away for a moment, giving him a second to gasp for breath before guiding it back insistently.
This time, England’s lips were as wide as he could make them, leaning forward against the ropes at his wrists as it slid inside. He sucked on it hard and rubbed his tongue along the bottom, and America gave in, gripping both hands in his hair and fucking his mouth, fully aware of how much England could take and giving him more, ignoring the gag reflex just as much as England was. He stared up at America through dark eyelashes, giving up the little control he had left of the situation and moaning shamelessly around the cock in his mouth.
“Arth- Arthur,” America moaned, nails scratching England’s scalp. England sealed his lips around what was in his mouth and was
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[Part 7] Be My Anchor, Be My Moor (US/UK) [8/8] END
anonymous
April 21 2011, 05:56:43 UTC
“I’ll get the Neosporin anyway,” America told him just as softly, kissing the other wrist with his eyes closed, smiling against his skin. England shoved him off abruptly, and he fell to the side with a laugh, rolling with it towards the bathroom as England busied himself with shoving the rope around his legs off, untying the knots between his knees and ankles and throwing it off the bed with a vengeance as America took a running jump onto the bed, Neosporin and wet washcloth in hand
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anonymous
April 22 2011, 04:29:40 UTC
This was amazing, anon! I loved all the interaction (the "Dude, that's gonna burn" line cracked me up) although I'm really curious now as to why England wanted to be tied up so badly.
Really wonderful story. Will you be deanon-ing on this one? I'd love to add it to my memories.
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anonymous
April 22 2011, 05:46:02 UTC
England has as much reason to want to be tied up as I do. Which means none but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it a lot.
Hahaha I'm going to deanon in like... fifteen minutes actually xD I just need to clean up some stuff like adding England's second orgasm yeah shut up I forgot it okay and then it's coming up.
US/UK (In that order) with BDSM, D/s, and anything else that up to anon. And the kink is... UK is actually submissive to US. But, US is not doing anything to UK that make him that way. UK just want US to control him and do anything to him.
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He ran his nails up England’s legs, feet to knees and back down. “What do ya say, keep your legs free?” he asked lightly, drumming his fingers into his kneecaps.
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This time, England’s lips were as wide as he could make them, leaning forward against the ropes at his wrists as it slid inside. He sucked on it hard and rubbed his tongue along the bottom, and America gave in, gripping both hands in his hair and fucking his mouth, fully aware of how much England could take and giving him more, ignoring the gag reflex just as much as England was. He stared up at America through dark eyelashes, giving up the little control he had left of the situation and moaning shamelessly around the cock in his mouth.
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Really wonderful story. Will you be deanon-ing on this one? I'd love to add it to my memories.
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Hahaha I'm going to deanon in like... fifteen minutes actually xD I just need to clean up some stuff like adding England's second orgasm yeah shut up I forgot it okay and then it's coming up.
Hehe. Coming.
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