Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [1/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 19:31:26 UTC
Lord, this request is old. Hopefully OP is still around, but if not that's okay because I really wanted to try this.
I'm sorry, though, I think that I may have gotten away from the suggested plot of the original request, but one should not write porn while horny and suffering from testosterone withdrawal.
America looked down at England, collapsed on his chest and still basking in the afterglow of their recent lovemaking. Normally, if America was even bothering to look over instead of closing his eyes and enjoying the absolute bliss, he'd be paying attention to how pretty England was: the pinkness all over his face and chest, the way that his ash blond hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat, the sinewy strength of his limbs and how relaxed every muscle was. However, this time he was too anxious and just gnawed on the inside of his cheek.
"Come on, dude, pull yourself together! Heroes aren't supposed to get nervous!"
Of course, what was supposed to happen didn't usually happen when love was involved. His request was just so
( ... )
Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [2/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 19:33:03 UTC
England furrowed his impressive brow, "Would you repeat that? It almost sounded like you said..."
"I did."
England just stared. America was afraid for a moment that the other man was staring at him, dumbfounded by how he could ask something like that, but he realized England was staring more or less through him. Right now it was just shock on his lover's face, eyes wide and moth slightly agape. However, slowly his jaw closed, his brows went together again and his bottom lip stuck out in almost a pout. He was obviously giving this thought.
"How young?" He finally asked.
America blinked, "You know, I never really thought about it. Didn't think I'd get this far," he admitted, "I'll take whatever age you want."
"Not younger than thirteen or so," England said slowly, as though still considering it, "I want you at least pubescent."
"Okay," America said, "That sounds good," he smiled, "Dear God, I didn't think you'd say yes!"
"I haven't yet!" England snapped, "This one we're going to have to spend a lot of time talking about beforehand to make sure
( ... )
Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [3/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 19:34:34 UTC
The next day, America found himself sprawled across one of the couches of his Virginia plantation pretending to be asleep. England was at a rocking chair by the hearth, working on his embroidery. At the moment he was finishing up a silk pillowcase that he said he was going to give to Japan for Christmas. It was beautiful, covered in cherry blossoms and roses. America didn't feel jealous at all. Nope. Of course, England would probably be giving him something extra awesome since they were lo-
Family. They were family for the afternoon. Well, they'd be lovers too soon enough, but America needed to stay in character. You'd think he would remember that, since England had actually agreed to pretend that their relationship was one of parent and child instead of adopted brothers.
America heard the chair creek followed by footsteps approaching. The floorboards made a soft noise as England's weight shifted. A warm, slightly calloused hand fell gently on America's cheek.
"Did you fall asleep, my darling?" England whispered.
Re: Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [4/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 19:35:16 UTC
England struggled for a moment, and for a fraction of a second America wondered if the daddy thing had actually gone too far, if England had overestimated himself. But if he didn't want it, America reasoned, he'd put up more of a fight. The younger nation was barely holding on and he could have easily pulled away. It was just a show. Good, that meant that he could let go of reality and lose himself in the fantasy of being a boy about to be fucked by his father. His conclusion was further supported when England reached up to wrap his hands around America's waist, so familiar and comforting that America fell into character like a raindrop returning to the ocean.
The older nation let out a sniffle and America felt something wet touch his fingers. He pulled away and cocked his head at England.
"Why are you crying, daddy?" He wiped away the tears.
"I'm sorry, it's just... you're asking for me to destroy something so pure, so innocent..."
"I'm not pure," America said, scowling, "I'm totally corrupt and wicked awesome! I mean, I jerk off like
( ... )
Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [5/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 19:36:11 UTC
The Brit raced up the stairs and threw America onto his bed. To his surprise, daddy grabbed the book from his bedside table. It was an old, loved anthology (mostly of gay porn). America didn't know what the other nation was doing with it.
"I don't know what sort of demon you are, but leave my boy alone!" Oh, it was supposed to be a Bible. Okay, that made sense.
"Daddy," America said, sitting back up, "It really is me. I just… I've grown up, and I need you in a different way now." He smiled at him as sweetly as possible.
"You're lying! Leave America's body, now!" Daddy yelled, brandishing the anthology at him.
America grabbed England's hand and lowered it, "Daddy, it's okay. You love me back. Just accept it and everything will be fine," He leaned forward to kiss him.
England's response was to use his other hand to slap him on the cheek. Hard. America fell back and gingerly touched his cheek.
"A-America," The older nation looked mortified. The sound of the smack had been loud enough that it probably seemed worse than it was. He was about to
( ... )
Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [6/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 19:40:54 UTC
He looked back down at daddy's fully erect cock and relaxed his throat. And then, quick as a rattlesnake's strike, America swallowed it whole. The older nation cried out and threw his head back. America began sucking and humming in the rhythm he knew drove England crazy. He began to run his tongue along every inch it could reach, focusing on the spots that England would enjoy the most. America's oral fixation had made him a master at blowing British cock. Fuck yeah.
America didn't stop until he felt England about to come down his throat. Well, he couldn't have that now. He let go but continued to pump daddy's straining cock until it sent white hot bursts of come onto his face. He continued pumping England through the entire orgasm, trying to get every drop he could.
Keeping a childish smile on his face, America crawled up the older nation's body, "Did you like that, daddy?"
England sighed, but smiled up at him, "Very much so, my darling. But now it's my turn." He wrapped his arms around America and kissed him. America had just started
( ... )
Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [7/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 19:41:33 UTC
England let out a small moan at that and closed his eyes. America followed suit and focused instead on the way that those long, thin fingers were preparing him. They were rubbing him in all the right ways, mercilessly harassing those spots that needed it the most, teasing those that didn't need it quite so bad but were still begging, and then he wasn't rubbing anymore but stretching. His two fingers worked America open by spreading wider and wider until there was easily room for a third. Oh, oh, there it was, just poking at his entrance. And then in it went and it was so-
That wasn't a finger. It was broader, softer, more flexible. It was-
America opened his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows just to check. Yep, England's head was mostly out of sight, beneath his hips. America dropped back down as daddy's tongue swept over that spot. Touches as gentile as daddy's shouldn't have been as arousing as they were. It must have been the precision; every little lick was placed perfectly to be exciting and enticing. Lord, it was too much.
Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [8/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 19:42:07 UTC
America let out a shuddering breath. Hot. It was so hot. Everything was too hot, but especially England's cock inside of him. It was pushing him too. The pressure was good, so good, just like where England was gripping his thighs. Yes, the pressure was good. So was England's face. He was so happy and didn't hide it. America realized that he was smiling too. But England wasn't deep enough. Not quite.
The younger man rolled his hips and then there was friction. Christ, the friction was good. It was better than the heat. Better than the pressure. Even better than England's face. Oh, that was nice, just the right force at the right angle. There it was again. America must have made a noise to let him know he hit the spot. He had to make more so he'd keep doing it. And that was the last semi-coherent thought that went through America's head. After that it was just the movements and affection, both intense and lovely. Neither he nor England said anything comprehendible from there on out, but they told each other everything that needed to be
( ... )
Re: Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [8/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 20:55:43 UTC
Indeed, to use the words of the anon above, this was more than hot. This was perfect.
Daddy kink is my super-secret pleasure, but this was the first time I saw it like this - with proper discussion beforehand, with issues (it's just so logical England wouldn't want to destroy his innocent America image), and with so much care and love. I especially appreciated the switching between names and "daddy", a very nice touch to the atmosphere.
I enjoyed this probably more than I should and you, dear authoranon, did a great job with a not-exactly easy to write kink. Thank you so much.
Re: Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [8/8]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:56:21 UTC
Okay I have to say that Daddy kink is usually a huge turn-off for me. But you did it really well and the sex was hot and the whole thing was just done so perfectly.
So in concurrence with England "It was… cute. In an I-am-forever-condemned-to-hell sort of way."
Thank you so much! I don't think that anything lets me know I've done a great job like someone who isn't fond of either the kink or the pairing loving it. Thank you so much for leaving a comment <3
Re: Tonight we're gonna Party Like it's 1699 [8/8]
anonymous
September 30 2011, 03:33:45 UTC
It's been a long time, writer!anon, so I don't know if you're still around and checking comments to see this... but OP just popped by, and is very pleased! Thanks so much for taking the prompt on, and I loved the discussion and care (and hot) that happened. <3 It's very much appreciated. You rule. :D
Lord, this request is old. Hopefully OP is still around, but if not that's okay because I really wanted to try this.
I'm sorry, though, I think that I may have gotten away from the suggested plot of the original request, but one should not write porn while horny and suffering from testosterone withdrawal.
America looked down at England, collapsed on his chest and still basking in the afterglow of their recent lovemaking. Normally, if America was even bothering to look over instead of closing his eyes and enjoying the absolute bliss, he'd be paying attention to how pretty England was: the pinkness all over his face and chest, the way that his ash blond hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat, the sinewy strength of his limbs and how relaxed every muscle was. However, this time he was too anxious and just gnawed on the inside of his cheek.
"Come on, dude, pull yourself together! Heroes aren't supposed to get nervous!"
Of course, what was supposed to happen didn't usually happen when love was involved. His request was just so ( ... )
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England furrowed his impressive brow, "Would you repeat that? It almost sounded like you said..."
"I did."
England just stared. America was afraid for a moment that the other man was staring at him, dumbfounded by how he could ask something like that, but he realized England was staring more or less through him. Right now it was just shock on his lover's face, eyes wide and moth slightly agape. However, slowly his jaw closed, his brows went together again and his bottom lip stuck out in almost a pout. He was obviously giving this thought.
"How young?" He finally asked.
America blinked, "You know, I never really thought about it. Didn't think I'd get this far," he admitted, "I'll take whatever age you want."
"Not younger than thirteen or so," England said slowly, as though still considering it, "I want you at least pubescent."
"Okay," America said, "That sounds good," he smiled, "Dear God, I didn't think you'd say yes!"
"I haven't yet!" England snapped, "This one we're going to have to spend a lot of time talking about beforehand to make sure ( ... )
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The next day, America found himself sprawled across one of the couches of his Virginia plantation pretending to be asleep. England was at a rocking chair by the hearth, working on his embroidery. At the moment he was finishing up a silk pillowcase that he said he was going to give to Japan for Christmas. It was beautiful, covered in cherry blossoms and roses. America didn't feel jealous at all. Nope. Of course, England would probably be giving him something extra awesome since they were lo-
Family. They were family for the afternoon. Well, they'd be lovers too soon enough, but America needed to stay in character. You'd think he would remember that, since England had actually agreed to pretend that their relationship was one of parent and child instead of adopted brothers.
America heard the chair creek followed by footsteps approaching. The floorboards made a soft noise as England's weight shifted. A warm, slightly calloused hand fell gently on America's cheek.
"Did you fall asleep, my darling?" England whispered.
America let out a fake ( ... )
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England struggled for a moment, and for a fraction of a second America wondered if the daddy thing had actually gone too far, if England had overestimated himself. But if he didn't want it, America reasoned, he'd put up more of a fight. The younger nation was barely holding on and he could have easily pulled away. It was just a show. Good, that meant that he could let go of reality and lose himself in the fantasy of being a boy about to be fucked by his father. His conclusion was further supported when England reached up to wrap his hands around America's waist, so familiar and comforting that America fell into character like a raindrop returning to the ocean.
The older nation let out a sniffle and America felt something wet touch his fingers. He pulled away and cocked his head at England.
"Why are you crying, daddy?" He wiped away the tears.
"I'm sorry, it's just... you're asking for me to destroy something so pure, so innocent..."
"I'm not pure," America said, scowling, "I'm totally corrupt and wicked awesome! I mean, I jerk off like ( ... )
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The Brit raced up the stairs and threw America onto his bed. To his surprise, daddy grabbed the book from his bedside table. It was an old, loved anthology (mostly of gay porn). America didn't know what the other nation was doing with it.
"I don't know what sort of demon you are, but leave my boy alone!" Oh, it was supposed to be a Bible. Okay, that made sense.
"Daddy," America said, sitting back up, "It really is me. I just… I've grown up, and I need you in a different way now." He smiled at him as sweetly as possible.
"You're lying! Leave America's body, now!" Daddy yelled, brandishing the anthology at him.
America grabbed England's hand and lowered it, "Daddy, it's okay. You love me back. Just accept it and everything will be fine," He leaned forward to kiss him.
England's response was to use his other hand to slap him on the cheek. Hard. America fell back and gingerly touched his cheek.
"A-America," The older nation looked mortified. The sound of the smack had been loud enough that it probably seemed worse than it was. He was about to ( ... )
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He looked back down at daddy's fully erect cock and relaxed his throat. And then, quick as a rattlesnake's strike, America swallowed it whole. The older nation cried out and threw his head back. America began sucking and humming in the rhythm he knew drove England crazy. He began to run his tongue along every inch it could reach, focusing on the spots that England would enjoy the most. America's oral fixation had made him a master at blowing British cock. Fuck yeah.
America didn't stop until he felt England about to come down his throat. Well, he couldn't have that now. He let go but continued to pump daddy's straining cock until it sent white hot bursts of come onto his face. He continued pumping England through the entire orgasm, trying to get every drop he could.
Keeping a childish smile on his face, America crawled up the older nation's body, "Did you like that, daddy?"
England sighed, but smiled up at him, "Very much so, my darling. But now it's my turn." He wrapped his arms around America and kissed him. America had just started ( ... )
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England let out a small moan at that and closed his eyes. America followed suit and focused instead on the way that those long, thin fingers were preparing him. They were rubbing him in all the right ways, mercilessly harassing those spots that needed it the most, teasing those that didn't need it quite so bad but were still begging, and then he wasn't rubbing anymore but stretching. His two fingers worked America open by spreading wider and wider until there was easily room for a third. Oh, oh, there it was, just poking at his entrance. And then in it went and it was so-
That wasn't a finger. It was broader, softer, more flexible. It was-
America opened his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows just to check. Yep, England's head was mostly out of sight, beneath his hips. America dropped back down as daddy's tongue swept over that spot. Touches as gentile as daddy's shouldn't have been as arousing as they were. It must have been the precision; every little lick was placed perfectly to be exciting and enticing. Lord, it was too much.
( ... )
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America let out a shuddering breath. Hot. It was so hot. Everything was too hot, but especially England's cock inside of him. It was pushing him too. The pressure was good, so good, just like where England was gripping his thighs. Yes, the pressure was good. So was England's face. He was so happy and didn't hide it. America realized that he was smiling too. But England wasn't deep enough. Not quite.
The younger man rolled his hips and then there was friction. Christ, the friction was good. It was better than the heat. Better than the pressure. Even better than England's face. Oh, that was nice, just the right force at the right angle. There it was again. America must have made a noise to let him know he hit the spot. He had to make more so he'd keep doing it. And that was the last semi-coherent thought that went through America's head.
After that it was just the movements and affection, both intense and lovely. Neither he nor England said anything comprehendible from there on out, but they told each other everything that needed to be ( ... )
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Daddy kink is my super-secret pleasure, but this was the first time I saw it like this - with proper discussion beforehand, with issues (it's just so logical England wouldn't want to destroy his innocent America image), and with so much care and love. I especially appreciated the switching between names and "daddy", a very nice touch to the atmosphere.
I enjoyed this probably more than I should and you, dear authoranon, did a great job with a not-exactly easy to write kink. Thank you so much.
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So in concurrence with England "It was… cute. In an I-am-forever-condemned-to-hell sort of way."
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I'm another anon who doesn't usually like daddy kink, but you did this well and soo sexily :)
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