UkUs Trying to Fight Sexual Desires
anonymous
July 24 2011, 04:30:22 UTC
I would love some lecherous England please. He and America view each other as brothers, but England still has dirty thoughts of wanting to have sex with him. He knows its wrong and tries to fight it, in fact he has been trying to fight it since America was his colony. Suddenly he decides to give himself just a little break by acting out a few of his desires. This leads to him touching America discreetly whenever he can. It starts with petting hair, a brush against his thigh, but quickly goes down hill into pinching his sides and ass, tickling, too long of hugs, until he snaps and has sex with him. I'm not asking for non-con but a protesting/unsure America would be wonderful.
BONUS: Dominating, pirate England during the sex (After all he has been very patient).
BONUS: America complains about how wrong it is for them to have sex, because they're brothers and it only serves to turn England on more.
A pen, tapping against the surface of the table. It’s a constant, steady rhythm being conducted by an absent-minded America with the item of stationary between his fingers, a rhythm that nobody in the room except England has noticed
( ... )
It’s a few days later, in the early hours of the morning when there is nobody of value awake, that America shows up without warning at England’s house and stands impatiently on his doorstep, banging on the door with a firm fist. The sound wakes England up, and though he’s not at all irritated by the unexpected visit, he has to act like he is to prevent America from thinking their dynamic has changed in any way
( ... )
After that incident England decides, upon learning how quickly America is to accept things as mere accidents, to use such naivety to his advantage. He knows it’s not necessarily the right thing to do, but he’s been worrying about what’s right and what’s wrong for far too many centuries and now he feels he’s earned the opportunity to do what he likes. After all, it’s just America; he probably wouldn’t even care. But one can’t be too careful
( ... )
He soon realises that the effort put into planning was wasted. The perfect opportunity arises without him having to do a thing when America asks if he can spend some time at England’s residence over the weekend, complaining that everybody else (including even Belarus) is refusing to spend any time with him, and he doesn’t want to ‘look like a dork’ by being alone. England is only too happy to say that yes, he doesn’t mind if America visits.
America is not usually one to stick by his word, so it’s an almost pleasant surprise when he arrives on time and barges into England’s house with an armful of computer games, pulling behind him what appears to be a crate of junk food.
“Alright, totally awesome weekend time, bro!” he declares, making his way into England’s living room to set up whatever games console it is that he’s brought with him.
At his visitor’s words, England can’t resist a sly smile. It will be an ‘awesome’ weekend, England supposes, but perhaps differently as to how America intended
( ... )
Before America can protest (as England has a suspicion he’s going to), England has won the seconds-long battle for dominance and slipped his tongue into America’s mouth, having to draw himself up to full height to successfully engage in literally taking the other man’s breath away. It’s predictable that America would taste like this- fried foods and sugary drinks- but it’s a taste that England for once is not repulsed by, a burning hunger urging him onwards
( ... )
America is still trying to work out what it is that feels so wrong to him about proceedings as England leads him up the staircase, pausing now and then when the urge to lock lips becomes too much, lazily tugging at clothing and unfastening buttons here and there.
Just as England is about to fling open the door to his immaculate bedroom and finalize over a hundred years of burning want, America pauses and finally manages to say exactly what’s wrong.
“You’re my brother, and you raised me. As much as I’d like to- oh God, I want to- we can’t do this
( ... )
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anonymous
July 25 2011, 01:09:08 UTC
(aa) Fucked up with the html in this part, so in case that's annoying to read here's the proper version:
America is still trying to work out what it is that feels so wrong to him about proceedings as England leads him up the staircase, pausing now and then when the urge to lock lips becomes too much, lazily tugging at clothing and unfastening buttons here and there.
Just as England is about to fling open the door to his immaculate bedroom and finalize over a hundred years of burning want, America pauses and finally manages to say exactly what’s wrong.
“You’re my brother, and you raised me. As much as I’d like to- oh God, I want to- we can’t do this
( ... )
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anonymous
July 25 2011, 01:31:29 UTC
He’s not sure how to react, as England hooks an arm around his waist and flicks a tongue across his shoulders, holding him in place as he enters him roughly and fucks him into the mattress. He’s grunting, letting out pained shouts every now and again, and trying to disguise when he whimpers. “Oh God. Oh, fuck It’s a side to the man that America’s never seen before, ever, not even in the times they’d spent fighting over everything and anything. His breathing pattern now is well and truly abandoned, and he’s only willing to take breaths when his lungs feel like they might explode from not getting enough attention, his face alternating between resting against the pillow and dragged up into the air when England wants to assault his ear and neck further with sharp bites and passionate kisses
( ... )
BONUS: Dominating, pirate England during the sex (After all he has been very patient).
BONUS: America complains about how wrong it is for them to have sex, because they're brothers and it only serves to turn England on more.
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There is not enough sexy, dominating pirate!England in this meme~
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America is not usually one to stick by his word, so it’s an almost pleasant surprise when he arrives on time and barges into England’s house with an armful of computer games, pulling behind him what appears to be a crate of junk food.
“Alright, totally awesome weekend time, bro!” he declares, making his way into England’s living room to set up whatever games console it is that he’s brought with him.
At his visitor’s words, England can’t resist a sly smile. It will be an ‘awesome’ weekend, England supposes, but perhaps differently as to how America intended ( ... )
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Just as England is about to fling open the door to his immaculate bedroom and finalize over a hundred years of burning want, America pauses and finally manages to say exactly what’s wrong.
“You’re my brother, and you raised me. As much as I’d like to- oh God, I want to- we can’t do this ( ... )
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America is still trying to work out what it is that feels so wrong to him about proceedings as England leads him up the staircase, pausing now and then when the urge to lock lips becomes too much, lazily tugging at clothing and unfastening buttons here and there.
Just as England is about to fling open the door to his immaculate bedroom and finalize over a hundred years of burning want, America pauses and finally manages to say exactly what’s wrong.
“You’re my brother, and you raised me. As much as I’d like to- oh God, I want to- we can’t do this ( ... )
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I love how dominate England was. Wow, this just made my whole evening ^.^ Thanks anon!
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