Happy Birthday part 1
anonymous
April 4 2009, 06:05:32 UTC
A/N: fuck sorry for the lateness D:! *
“Come on…” America whispered lowly, in between bites and kisses to UK’s gradually reddening ear. A long kiss, a hint of tongue… and teeth nibbled gently, tugging on the sensitised lobe.
UK gasped softly as America’s breath stirred his sandy coloured hair. The British nation bit his lower lip and resisted the urge to squirm when sturdy hands - which had been mostly minding their own business before - began to rake down his back. Calloused fingers clenched into the fabric of his crisp, white dress shirt making his body flare with an uncomfortable heat
( ... )
Happy Birthday part 2
anonymous
April 4 2009, 06:09:58 UTC
Today, the taller man was collecting, and UK’s blush flared as he jumped on the first mistake he heard - anything to stall from giving in completely and utterly shamelessly.
UK shifted restlessly under America. “It- it’s not your birthday, you twit! It’s belated.”
“I know that. But you promised you’d give me a REAL present this time.” America smirked slightly, his grip tightening on UK’s wrists momentarily before he lowered his head to kiss at the shorter man’s cheek and neck. England eyes flitted closed, feeling the sensations -
Oh gods, not his ear again…
“Y-yes.” England croaked out. He cleared his throat. “Yes, I promised. But this…?”
America slowed in his kissing and his breath was hot against UK’s flushed skin. Their lower bodies were pressed together, leaving absolutely no room to not feel each other’s hardness through their suddenly stifling pants
( ... )
Happy Birthday part 3
anonymous
April 4 2009, 06:16:59 UTC
“I’m quite sure my people did no such thing!” England sputtered ineffectively as USA ignored him in favour of sliding down on the bed to make room. England shot him a half scandalised and half irate look as he was tugged by that ridiculous strength to lay the opposite way alongside the taller nation
( ... )
Happy Birthday part 4
anonymous
April 4 2009, 06:18:17 UTC
UK let out a gasping moan, and shuddered hard, coming into America’s mouth. The British nation frantically stroked USA’s cock faster until the American nation came just as hard, riding out his orgasm into England’s hand.
After the euphoria faded, the two collapsed against the twisted sheets, panting and quaking slightly in the aftermath.
America rolled over and kissed England on the thigh. “D-damn. That was good.”
England bumped his head against America’s leg, and coloured, turning his face into that flushed bare skin to hide his smile.
Re: Happy Birthday part 4
anonymous
April 4 2009, 07:26:52 UTC
Ah, that was smokingly hot, anon! I loved how you managed to have so much of their characters shining through while still keeping it steamy and flowing.
US/UK - 69-ing. Anon didn't know this had a name until a little while ago.
It's anon's birthday . So PLEASE.
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“Come on…” America whispered lowly, in between bites and kisses to UK’s gradually reddening ear. A long kiss, a hint of tongue… and teeth nibbled gently, tugging on the sensitised lobe.
UK gasped softly as America’s breath stirred his sandy coloured hair. The British nation bit his lower lip and resisted the urge to squirm when sturdy hands - which had been mostly minding their own business before - began to rake down his back. Calloused fingers clenched into the fabric of his crisp, white dress shirt making his body flare with an uncomfortable heat ( ... )
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UK shifted restlessly under America. “It- it’s not your birthday, you twit! It’s belated.”
“I know that. But you promised you’d give me a REAL present this time.” America smirked slightly, his grip tightening on UK’s wrists momentarily before he lowered his head to kiss at the shorter man’s cheek and neck. England eyes flitted closed, feeling the sensations -
Oh gods, not his ear again…
“Y-yes.” England croaked out. He cleared his throat. “Yes, I promised. But this…?”
America slowed in his kissing and his breath was hot against UK’s flushed skin. Their lower bodies were pressed together, leaving absolutely no room to not feel each other’s hardness through their suddenly stifling pants ( ... )
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After the euphoria faded, the two collapsed against the twisted sheets, panting and quaking slightly in the aftermath.
America rolled over and kissed England on the thigh. “D-damn. That was good.”
England bumped his head against America’s leg, and coloured, turning his face into that flushed bare skin to hide his smile.
“Happy Birthday.”
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Best present ever, thank you so, so much!
Amazing. Utterly amazing.
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I.....I came. Oh God. That was the BEST thing on this earth to wake up to.
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That was ridiculously hot, anon!
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