British Logic [1/6]
anonymous
June 14 2011, 13:57:10 UTC
Ignore the fail title, ignore it!
Above anon here. I had a plan for this that fit the questions I asked before, but then the boys were like, "Oh please, woman. We do not act like that. We act like this." Hope you enjoy, even though, as per usual, everything I touch turns to fluuuuuufffffff.
England lamented the day that the nation's bosses had discovered their ability to understand the feelings and opinions of every single person living in their country. He'd thought that that would have been obvious. After all, they were nations and what defined nations other than a collection of ideals expressed by a group of people? It should have been no surprise that they would express the same ideals that their people did.
Well, apparently it was a surprise, because as soon as that news broke they stopped being used as super-soldiers and were kept safe and stuck in meetings all the time. It wasn't even always world summits or G8 meetings or things like that. Sometimes it was as boring as just sitting with their bosses, not saying anything while
( ... )
British Logic [2/6]
anonymous
June 14 2011, 13:58:21 UTC
But he was desperate for something to occupy his time, not for America. What did it mater that nearly half a year had passed since they'd last been able to make love or even speak through something other than a phone call or video chat? England hadn't missed him one bit. Why would he miss being annoyed all the time, especially when he could still hear that irritating voice once a day during the calls America insisted upon (he was so dependant, really). Besides, there were plenty other people to warm his bed, and they both understood that their relationship was an open one. He had definitely been with other people while America was gone! It wasn't like he woke up every morning missing having a big, heavy, smelly body holding him, especially since it didn't make him feel like he was the most precious thing in the world and was protected from anything the world threw at him.
In the same vein, it wasn't like he'd been a little bit disappointed when their bosses had insisted starting the meeting right away instead of allowing them to go
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British Logic [3/6]
anonymous
June 14 2011, 13:59:07 UTC
Then, America did something unexpected. He placed his own hand on England's groin. The Briton's breath caught. He had been so intensely focused on teasing the other man he had been neglecting his own erection, struggling to free itself from the confines of his clothing. America began to roughly rub it over England's trousers. He stopped for a moment to reach for England's belt.
The older nation quickly dropped America's cock and grabbed his wrist. He was too incompetent to be trusted to do something so silently.
America scowled at him, but England still began to work on freeing himself.
Of course, that was the moment when their bosses remembered that they were also in the room.
"So what do the two of you think about this agreement?" America's boss asked.
England looked back and forth between the two humans, as though puzzling over the best way to put his idea while really he was just trying to think of something that wasn't "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. They've noticed what we're doing. My life is over. My dignity is gone. I'll move
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British Logic [4/6]
anonymous
June 14 2011, 14:00:15 UTC
England stood and dragged America up with him. The chair clattered to the ground behind them, but neither really cared because then they were kissing again. Although, maybe kissing wasn't the right word. However, England wasn't sure what was more accurate: trying to suck each other's faces off or trying to use their tongues to choke each other, so kissing was good enough. Every now and again they would instinctually buck in towards each other, causing their painfully hard erections to rub.
America pulled away, but kept both hands on the back of England's neck "Oh, babe, I need you now."
The older nation blushed, as though embarrassment were even possible at this point, and nodded. He slid his hands from where they were, behind America's back and keeping them pressed together, to pop the buttons on his partner's jacket and dress shirt open. He barely even noticed America doing the same thing to him, choosing instead to focus on each inch of skin as it appeared from behind the other man's shirt. It was so lovely to see the body that
( ... )
British Logic [5/6]
anonymous
June 14 2011, 14:01:24 UTC
America laughed and stepped out of the cloth around his ankles. He kissed England and guided him backwards until they were against the outside wall (England gave a sidelong glance to make sure that the curtains were indeed shut. Thankfully, they were). America rid England of the last of his clothing and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"You ready?" He asked.
England nodded.
"Alright, up we go!" America's grip tightened and England was lifted a few inches off the ground to allow him to more easily wrap his legs around America's waist. America kept one hand around England's middle, but the other somehow managed to cover itself in lube because a few moments later a slick, cold digit entered him. England squirmed, trying to get more of it. While his lover was gone he had been much fonder of vibrators than he'd like to admit and was used to things much larger than one finger being inside.
"Damn, England," America huffed, sliding a second in, "You're still good at this. Who've you been practicing with? I should get 'em something nice."
British Logic [6/6]
anonymous
June 14 2011, 14:01:58 UTC
America leaned forward to take his lips in a kiss and at the same time pushed up and in. England gasped into his mouth. Suddenly he was perfectly filled. No matter what, America always fit him flawlessly. It was just like how when later in the visit when England would inevitably top America would feel absolutely heavenly around him. France and Italy would probably say it was because of true love or something barmy like that, but England knew better. After all, it was just… just…
Well, he didn't have time to think of things like that. Not when America was using up what little patience he had to keep himself from abusing England's insides. The older nation rolled his hips, not quite trusting his voice, especially while his tongue was wrapped around America's.
America laughed into the kiss and began to thrust fast and hard and passionately. England let out a little noise that was far higher than he would claim later on, and America went from tangling tongues to more or less just panting into his lover's mouth. England returned in kind,
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Bonus 1: Noncon/dubconish touching
Bonus 2: When their alone they proceed to make out
Bonus 3: smut <3
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Ignore the fail title, ignore it!
Above anon here. I had a plan for this that fit the questions I asked before, but then the boys were like, "Oh please, woman. We do not act like that. We act like this." Hope you enjoy, even though, as per usual, everything I touch turns to fluuuuuufffffff.
England lamented the day that the nation's bosses had discovered their ability to understand the feelings and opinions of every single person living in their country. He'd thought that that would have been obvious. After all, they were nations and what defined nations other than a collection of ideals expressed by a group of people? It should have been no surprise that they would express the same ideals that their people did.
Well, apparently it was a surprise, because as soon as that news broke they stopped being used as super-soldiers and were kept safe and stuck in meetings all the time. It wasn't even always world summits or G8 meetings or things like that. Sometimes it was as boring as just sitting with their bosses, not saying anything while ( ... )
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But he was desperate for something to occupy his time, not for America. What did it mater that nearly half a year had passed since they'd last been able to make love or even speak through something other than a phone call or video chat? England hadn't missed him one bit. Why would he miss being annoyed all the time, especially when he could still hear that irritating voice once a day during the calls America insisted upon (he was so dependant, really). Besides, there were plenty other people to warm his bed, and they both understood that their relationship was an open one. He had definitely been with other people while America was gone! It wasn't like he woke up every morning missing having a big, heavy, smelly body holding him, especially since it didn't make him feel like he was the most precious thing in the world and was protected from anything the world threw at him.
In the same vein, it wasn't like he'd been a little bit disappointed when their bosses had insisted starting the meeting right away instead of allowing them to go ( ... )
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Then, America did something unexpected. He placed his own hand on England's groin. The Briton's breath caught. He had been so intensely focused on teasing the other man he had been neglecting his own erection, struggling to free itself from the confines of his clothing. America began to roughly rub it over England's trousers. He stopped for a moment to reach for England's belt.
The older nation quickly dropped America's cock and grabbed his wrist. He was too incompetent to be trusted to do something so silently.
America scowled at him, but England still began to work on freeing himself.
Of course, that was the moment when their bosses remembered that they were also in the room.
"So what do the two of you think about this agreement?" America's boss asked.
England looked back and forth between the two humans, as though puzzling over the best way to put his idea while really he was just trying to think of something that wasn't "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. They've noticed what we're doing. My life is over. My dignity is gone. I'll move ( ... )
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England stood and dragged America up with him. The chair clattered to the ground behind them, but neither really cared because then they were kissing again. Although, maybe kissing wasn't the right word. However, England wasn't sure what was more accurate: trying to suck each other's faces off or trying to use their tongues to choke each other, so kissing was good enough. Every now and again they would instinctually buck in towards each other, causing their painfully hard erections to rub.
America pulled away, but kept both hands on the back of England's neck "Oh, babe, I need you now."
The older nation blushed, as though embarrassment were even possible at this point, and nodded. He slid his hands from where they were, behind America's back and keeping them pressed together, to pop the buttons on his partner's jacket and dress shirt open. He barely even noticed America doing the same thing to him, choosing instead to focus on each inch of skin as it appeared from behind the other man's shirt. It was so lovely to see the body that ( ... )
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America laughed and stepped out of the cloth around his ankles. He kissed England and guided him backwards until they were against the outside wall (England gave a sidelong glance to make sure that the curtains were indeed shut. Thankfully, they were). America rid England of the last of his clothing and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"You ready?" He asked.
England nodded.
"Alright, up we go!" America's grip tightened and England was lifted a few inches off the ground to allow him to more easily wrap his legs around America's waist. America kept one hand around England's middle, but the other somehow managed to cover itself in lube because a few moments later a slick, cold digit entered him. England squirmed, trying to get more of it. While his lover was gone he had been much fonder of vibrators than he'd like to admit and was used to things much larger than one finger being inside.
"Damn, England," America huffed, sliding a second in, "You're still good at this. Who've you been practicing with? I should get 'em something nice."
England ( ... )
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America leaned forward to take his lips in a kiss and at the same time pushed up and in. England gasped into his mouth. Suddenly he was perfectly filled. No matter what, America always fit him flawlessly. It was just like how when later in the visit when England would inevitably top America would feel absolutely heavenly around him. France and Italy would probably say it was because of true love or something barmy like that, but England knew better. After all, it was just… just…
Well, he didn't have time to think of things like that. Not when America was using up what little patience he had to keep himself from abusing England's insides. The older nation rolled his hips, not quite trusting his voice, especially while his tongue was wrapped around America's.
America laughed into the kiss and began to thrust fast and hard and passionately. England let out a little noise that was far higher than he would claim later on, and America went from tangling tongues to more or less just panting into his lover's mouth. England returned in kind, ( ... )
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This was lovely and hot, anon! Bravo~ <3
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(Also, this begs for a sequel, with England on top. ;) )
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This was absolutely sweet, hot, romantic, and corny. But the most fabulous combination of the four, mind.
this was just... so cute honestly, I don't know how to describe it. ...Also, the sex was nice. =v=
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stiff as a board in more ways than one.
Please tell me I'm not a complete pervert for reading that the way I did.
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England blushed bright red, "I can sleep with whoever I damn well please while you're not around, and I don't need to report it to you."
America looked at him confusedly before a smile broke across his face, "Aw babe, you've been good to me this whole time? You're so cute, Iggy!"
AWWWWW! It's so IC and adorable. I love how America can see right through him.
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And cute :)
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