EnglandxAmerica> Body worship?
anonymous
April 29 2011, 15:22:25 UTC
Because America got a great body (even with a tad of fat). OP is practically asking for PWP here weighting on the foreplay, where England worships America's fine body. What England did not expect to find was the fact that America got loads of sensitive spots (please do exclude Nantucket).
Bonus! 1. Romantic setting! Rose petals on bed and decorated room? 2. Teasing, lots of teasing and dirty talk if manageable. 3. America comes more than once, or multiple rounds if A!A wants to win my heart <3
Our Colors [1a/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:15:38 UTC
A!A has returned! Sorry about the tangents. I think my native land has infected my brain. Also, it takes a while to get into the smexing, but I couldn't just jump in. I kept trying to write a short intro and my brain was all like "Ooh! Before that happens, this has to happen!" and it all kinda snowballed… I have way too much fun writing America, I think…
Also, this can be a bit silly at times. I'm sorry. I need to start picking more coherent narrators. America was not behaving this time.
Anyway, I thought I'd post the part that I do have I hope for now you can be happy with some fluff, banter, and a little bit of foreplay
"I-I want to try something new tonight," England said, pulling out of the steamy kiss that he had been sharing with America a moment before.
"What?" the younger nation asked, laughing, "You, stuffy old England, wanna experiment?"
England rolled his eyes, "It's not like I'm a prude, you know." A thought visibly crossed his mind and he smirked, "And you would know, wouldn't you, love?"
Re: Our Colors [1b/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:20:48 UTC
Dammit. Well, that didn't mean he had to give up yet.
"I'll buy you dinner."
Hmm. That changed things. How many red-blooded American men could choose between good food and good sex with the person they loved the most? Wait… for that to be a dilemma good food was necessary and he wasat England's house, "Wait a sec, where's this food coming from?"
England looked at him as though he was an idiot who missed something obvious. You know, the way he always looked at America, "Well, I was just assuming that you'd want to pick up some of those vile hamburgers you adore so much and there are a few places I know of where I could get some beef stew to go."
America could feel his eyes start sparkling and a grin spread across his face. But still, this could be some elaborate joke, "You're not joshin' me, right?"
"I'm not what?"
"Joshin'. You're not just messing with me?"
England sighed, "You and your bloody slang. But yes, America, if that's what you'd like, I'll take you to McDonalds."
"Oh man, England, I love you so much right now!" He wrapped his arms
( ... )
Our Colors [1c/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:25:12 UTC
Since they'd picked up food from two different places, the pair returned to England's house and ate at his kitchen table. The older nation's food didn't look anywhere near as awesome as burgers, but it wasn't as off-putting to be near as anything that he would have made himself and thanks to the massive corporate control of everything in the world America's multiple Big Macs were almost as good as the ones back home, so it was okay. His coke tasted really, really weird though. It must have had something to do with the pain-in-the-ass standards that all the Europeans had with food. Come on, it wasn't like America was gonna get cancer.
But beyond the somewhat odd burgers and really messed up soda, there was something even more unusual. England was looking at him funny. He was twitching and looked all nervous. America wondered what was in store. It probably had to do with the surprise that he had mentioned earlier, which, along with the furious blushing, probably meant that whatever-it-was was gonna be sweet. America happily munched on
( ... )
Our Colors [1d/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:36:37 UTC
Candelabras were all over the place. There was one on each of the two matching bedside tables, two on England's desk in the corner, three on the dresser, and a few on top of the multitude of bookshelves that held the manuscripts England loved the most. Each one held three candles: one red, one blue, and a white one on the center prong. There was very soft music playing in the background, a flute and a harp from the sound of it. And then there in the middle of the room, drawing him in like a cat to a beam of sunlight, was England's massive king-size bed. America could tell that the sheets themselves were a royal blue, the color that England usually slept with, but the quilt on top seemed to be flecked with red and white.
Not quite believing it, the blond took a couple of steps forwards until he was right next to the bed. He leaned down and very gently, almost fearing that this was all an illusion, picked up what sure as hell looked like a rose petal. It felt like one too: all soft and silky.
It was a lot to take in for the young nation.
( ... )
Our Colors [1e/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:38:17 UTC
England visibly steeled his resolve and strode purposefully to where America was standing, "Because I…" He took a deep breath, "I love you. I really do, America. I know that I never say it, but-"
America smiled and wrapped his arms around England's chest, pulling him into a hug, "It's okay; neither of us do, but I know it."
"Do you?" England asked.
"Do I what?" America replied, loosening his grip so that he could look at England.
"Do you really know?"
"Of course," America said, smiling "You told me back in the forties, and a hero never doubts his princess."
England scowled, "I am doing this for your sake, but don't call me a princess or your face will match your flag."
America laughed, "Good to know you're still in there, buddy."
England rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched upwards for a moment. He gently pushed on America's chest, making it obvious that he wanted him on the bed. America carefully lay down, trying desperately not to mess up the petals too much since they were probably a bitch to get evenly like that. Still, eventually he
( ... )
Our Colors [1f/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:39:20 UTC
"S-so?" America asked, blushing and looking away, "Aren't you the one who always says I could use some humility?"
"I am, but you truly are quite fit and I want to enjoy the fact that I have you for myself." He very slowly started to let his eyes trail down America's body, taking in every minute detail. America blushed and started to squirm. It felt like England was appraising him like a horse he was thinking of buying.
"S-stop it," He said.
England's eyes flashed up to America's, "You don't like this?"
"I-I just feel awkward when you're staring at me like that. I don't want you to look."
"Why not?" England asked, "You love to be the only thing that people are paying attention to."
"Yeah, but still," he started to wiggle, "I don't like being all exposed."
"That's a shame," England said, "I was enjoying the view."
America tried to at least close his legs, but it was impossible with the ties around his ankles and the man on his thighs.
"It's alright. If you want me to stop, I'll stop." He leaned down and nuzzled America, "Besides, I don't have to
( ... )
Our Colors [1g/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:41:24 UTC
What was wrong with him? He'd made a lot of noise before, but he'd never screamed. It must be the candlelight, he decided. The candlelight made everything more erotic, and then there were also the soft rose petals beneath him and music all around that turned him on even more. Yeah, that was it. Nothing about being tied up, or about England taking it so slowly and lavishing him with attention. It was all the room's fault. And he totally still wanted to just get it on. Yeah.
"Getting eager, are we?" The older man teased.
"'S not my fault that you're messing with me like that," America muttered.
"It's okay, lad," England said, sliding his hands down America's sides to rest at his hips.
As the fingers trailed over his skin America shivered and let out a snort of laughter. England's eyes flashed up to meet his own, and America tried to look casual. Apparently he had tried to hard, because England's confused expression morphed into a sadistic smirk.
"What's this?" He asked, sliding his hands back up.
The younger man shivered again and actually
( ... )
Our Colors [1h/?]
anonymous
May 2 2011, 01:42:17 UTC
The younger nation looked back down at England to tell him off. However, when he saw the look on his face, he couldn't say a thing. America knew that he had been smiling, but he didn't know how loving and tender the expression was. He didn't know the way that England's eyes were following his hands and looking at the pudgier spots as though they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. He didn't know how damn sexy England looked when he was acting upon love and adoration that seemed to all but consume him.
America threw his head back and swallowed. It was him that was doing this to England, no one else. The Brit had just told him that he loved him, but those words didn't reveal nearly as much as the look on his face. It was too perfect, too wonderful to even look at. And yet, he opened his eyes again and just stared down at England.
The older man seemed to feel America's eyes on him, because he looked up and smiled. He apparently decided to move on to America's right hip, which they both knew was sensitive, but on the way he
( ... )
Re: Our Colors [1h/?]
anonymous
May 3 2011, 18:50:29 UTC
This is fucking amazing. ;_______; All of my love forever. I absolutely love the writing on this, and the love between them, it's just... fsdjkfsd//////
a-also ticklish!America is one of my biggest weaknesses/// I LOVE YOU AUTHORANON//
Bonus!
1. Romantic setting! Rose petals on bed and decorated room?
2. Teasing, lots of teasing and dirty talk if manageable.
3. America comes more than once, or multiple rounds if A!A wants to win my heart <3
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A!A has returned! Sorry about the tangents. I think my native land has infected my brain. Also, it takes a while to get into the smexing, but I couldn't just jump in. I kept trying to write a short intro and my brain was all like "Ooh! Before that happens, this has to happen!" and it all kinda snowballed… I have way too much fun writing America, I think…
Also, this can be a bit silly at times. I'm sorry. I need to start picking more coherent narrators. America was not behaving this time.
Anyway, I thought I'd post the part that I do have I hope for now you can be happy with some fluff, banter, and a little bit of foreplay
"I-I want to try something new tonight," England said, pulling out of the steamy kiss that he had been sharing with America a moment before.
"What?" the younger nation asked, laughing, "You, stuffy old England, wanna experiment?"
England rolled his eyes, "It's not like I'm a prude, you know." A thought visibly crossed his mind and he smirked, "And you would know, wouldn't you, love?"
"Oh, you know I do," America gave ( ... )
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Dammit. Well, that didn't mean he had to give up yet.
"I'll buy you dinner."
Hmm. That changed things. How many red-blooded American men could choose between good food and good sex with the person they loved the most? Wait… for that to be a dilemma good food was necessary and he wasat England's house, "Wait a sec, where's this food coming from?"
England looked at him as though he was an idiot who missed something obvious. You know, the way he always looked at America, "Well, I was just assuming that you'd want to pick up some of those vile hamburgers you adore so much and there are a few places I know of where I could get some beef stew to go."
America could feel his eyes start sparkling and a grin spread across his face. But still, this could be some elaborate joke, "You're not joshin' me, right?"
"I'm not what?"
"Joshin'. You're not just messing with me?"
England sighed, "You and your bloody slang. But yes, America, if that's what you'd like, I'll take you to McDonalds."
"Oh man, England, I love you so much right now!" He wrapped his arms ( ... )
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Since they'd picked up food from two different places, the pair returned to England's house and ate at his kitchen table. The older nation's food didn't look anywhere near as awesome as burgers, but it wasn't as off-putting to be near as anything that he would have made himself and thanks to the massive corporate control of everything in the world America's multiple Big Macs were almost as good as the ones back home, so it was okay. His coke tasted really, really weird though. It must have had something to do with the pain-in-the-ass standards that all the Europeans had with food. Come on, it wasn't like America was gonna get cancer.
But beyond the somewhat odd burgers and really messed up soda, there was something even more unusual. England was looking at him funny. He was twitching and looked all nervous. America wondered what was in store. It probably had to do with the surprise that he had mentioned earlier, which, along with the furious blushing, probably meant that whatever-it-was was gonna be sweet. America happily munched on ( ... )
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Candelabras were all over the place. There was one on each of the two matching bedside tables, two on England's desk in the corner, three on the dresser, and a few on top of the multitude of bookshelves that held the manuscripts England loved the most. Each one held three candles: one red, one blue, and a white one on the center prong. There was very soft music playing in the background, a flute and a harp from the sound of it. And then there in the middle of the room, drawing him in like a cat to a beam of sunlight, was England's massive king-size bed. America could tell that the sheets themselves were a royal blue, the color that England usually slept with, but the quilt on top seemed to be flecked with red and white.
Not quite believing it, the blond took a couple of steps forwards until he was right next to the bed. He leaned down and very gently, almost fearing that this was all an illusion, picked up what sure as hell looked like a rose petal. It felt like one too: all soft and silky.
It was a lot to take in for the young nation. ( ... )
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England visibly steeled his resolve and strode purposefully to where America was standing, "Because I…" He took a deep breath, "I love you. I really do, America. I know that I never say it, but-"
America smiled and wrapped his arms around England's chest, pulling him into a hug, "It's okay; neither of us do, but I know it."
"Do you?" England asked.
"Do I what?" America replied, loosening his grip so that he could look at England.
"Do you really know?"
"Of course," America said, smiling "You told me back in the forties, and a hero never doubts his princess."
England scowled, "I am doing this for your sake, but don't call me a princess or your face will match your flag."
America laughed, "Good to know you're still in there, buddy."
England rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched upwards for a moment. He gently pushed on America's chest, making it obvious that he wanted him on the bed. America carefully lay down, trying desperately not to mess up the petals too much since they were probably a bitch to get evenly like that. Still, eventually he ( ... )
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"S-so?" America asked, blushing and looking away, "Aren't you the one who always says I could use some humility?"
"I am, but you truly are quite fit and I want to enjoy the fact that I have you for myself." He very slowly started to let his eyes trail down America's body, taking in every minute detail. America blushed and started to squirm. It felt like England was appraising him like a horse he was thinking of buying.
"S-stop it," He said.
England's eyes flashed up to America's, "You don't like this?"
"I-I just feel awkward when you're staring at me like that. I don't want you to look."
"Why not?" England asked, "You love to be the only thing that people are paying attention to."
"Yeah, but still," he started to wiggle, "I don't like being all exposed."
"That's a shame," England said, "I was enjoying the view."
America tried to at least close his legs, but it was impossible with the ties around his ankles and the man on his thighs.
"It's alright. If you want me to stop, I'll stop." He leaned down and nuzzled America, "Besides, I don't have to ( ... )
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What was wrong with him? He'd made a lot of noise before, but he'd never screamed. It must be the candlelight, he decided. The candlelight made everything more erotic, and then there were also the soft rose petals beneath him and music all around that turned him on even more. Yeah, that was it. Nothing about being tied up, or about England taking it so slowly and lavishing him with attention. It was all the room's fault. And he totally still wanted to just get it on. Yeah.
"Getting eager, are we?" The older man teased.
"'S not my fault that you're messing with me like that," America muttered.
"It's okay, lad," England said, sliding his hands down America's sides to rest at his hips.
As the fingers trailed over his skin America shivered and let out a snort of laughter. England's eyes flashed up to meet his own, and America tried to look casual. Apparently he had tried to hard, because England's confused expression morphed into a sadistic smirk.
"What's this?" He asked, sliding his hands back up.
The younger man shivered again and actually ( ... )
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The younger nation looked back down at England to tell him off. However, when he saw the look on his face, he couldn't say a thing. America knew that he had been smiling, but he didn't know how loving and tender the expression was. He didn't know the way that England's eyes were following his hands and looking at the pudgier spots as though they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. He didn't know how damn sexy England looked when he was acting upon love and adoration that seemed to all but consume him.
America threw his head back and swallowed. It was him that was doing this to England, no one else. The Brit had just told him that he loved him, but those words didn't reveal nearly as much as the look on his face. It was too perfect, too wonderful to even look at. And yet, he opened his eyes again and just stared down at England.
The older man seemed to feel America's eyes on him, because he looked up and smiled. He apparently decided to move on to America's right hip, which they both knew was sensitive, but on the way he ( ... )
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oh, teh hotness...
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*anon takes a moment to compose herself*
this is really fucking hot
please keep it up
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I have to mention though, did you say that America's idea of good food is McDonald's?!?! America, what's wrong with you??????
Sorry, I need to go to sleep.
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I know you're apologizing for the long intro but I LOVE IT! It's so cute, and your dialogue really sparkles and they're both delightfully funny :)
And now that we're gettin' hot and heavy you've written them SOO SEXILY. Yes. *__*
Can't wait for more!
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I absolutely love the writing on this, and the love between them, it's just... fsdjkfsd//////
a-also ticklish!America is one of my biggest weaknesses/// I LOVE YOU AUTHORANON//
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