On London's Streets [1/2]
anonymous
July 6 2009, 09:49:11 UTC
England smokes his third cigarette of the day in a span of five minutes.
He's still smoking on his first when England's black leather gloves begin rifling through his tobacco pack for a fourth. But it could be his hundredth for all he knows; wasn't as if he was with him all day. He taps the gray ash from the tip of his burning stick, not bothering to dodge the other's shiny shiny shoes, and watches it smoulder a bright orange on the leather before it's carried away by a breeze. Or England's stomp. Whichever one came first.
"Will you stop that? It's not as if these shoes come out of thin air."
America shrugs, a lazy grin crawling up to his face. "Why should I? You're the one smoking through my stash."
It's easy to dodge the pack as it flies through the air. It's harder to dodge the smokes that tumble out in mid-flight, scattering on the damp cement like matchsticks. Jerk."Pick those up, America. I will not have you littering on my docks
( ... )
On London's Streets [2/3] >.>
anonymous
July 7 2009, 04:17:21 UTC
"England--" Then he hears it. A subtle click. Then another. And another. Like dominoes falling on the floor. He glances downward to see England with his collar in his teeth, ripping through the buttons one by one. Noticing his stare, the nation grins as he rips through one more button. Click. He should have worn a proper coat today
( ... )
On London's Streets [3/3]
anonymous
July 7 2009, 04:19:32 UTC
Ah shit--
“Ngh…” He manages the first time, which totally isn’t what he meant to say. Fucking shit, he might have thought if the older nation would let him concentrate on anything other than the hand driving him crazy. Panting, he tries again when the sensation isn’t as overwhelming as before. It isn’t for long even though it’s still enough to let him say what he wants.
"You're making me--"
"Not yet," England sings out in a breath. Sings out, the fucking asshole. America grunts though, his body starting to arch against the other's. He has to-- "Asshole, I have to--"
"Not yet," he says again. His glasses are all but fogged up; he starts tugging at the coat as he squeezes down on the ass' ass. Fuck...!He almost lets go when England bites down, sucking on his neck like he's going to drink him up whole starting from his skin
( ... )
UK must wear trench coat/suit/gloves and he doesn't take them off.
Submissive US, Dominant UK.
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He's still smoking on his first when England's black leather gloves begin rifling through his tobacco pack for a fourth. But it could be his hundredth for all he knows; wasn't as if he was with him all day. He taps the gray ash from the tip of his burning stick, not bothering to dodge the other's shiny shiny shoes, and watches it smoulder a bright orange on the leather before it's carried away by a breeze. Or England's stomp. Whichever one came first.
"Will you stop that? It's not as if these shoes come out of thin air."
America shrugs, a lazy grin crawling up to his face. "Why should I? You're the one smoking through my stash."
It's easy to dodge the pack as it flies through the air. It's harder to dodge the smokes that tumble out in mid-flight, scattering on the damp cement like matchsticks. Jerk."Pick those up, America. I will not have you littering on my docks ( ... )
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Ahaha, yeah... I'm not sure if I can really write awesome hatesex though sob...
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“Ngh…” He manages the first time, which totally isn’t what he meant to say. Fucking shit, he might have thought if the older nation would let him concentrate on anything other than the hand driving him crazy. Panting, he tries again when the sensation isn’t as overwhelming as before. It isn’t for long even though it’s still enough to let him say what he wants.
"You're making me--"
"Not yet," England sings out in a breath. Sings out, the fucking asshole. America grunts though, his body starting to arch against the other's. He has to-- "Asshole, I have to--"
"Not yet," he says again. His glasses are all but fogged up; he starts tugging at the coat as he squeezes down on the ass' ass. Fuck...!He almost lets go when England bites down, sucking on his neck like he's going to drink him up whole starting from his skin ( ... )
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That was--That was...God, I don't even know! O////O
That was the coolest, most sadistic, crazy ass England I've ever seen, and it was awesome.
That was seriously one of the hottest things I have ever read.
Internets for you~ *gives*
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I'm so glad that this isn't complete fail. D-did anon mention that this is her first time writing smut period? ;;
We all love crazy!England don't we? XD Haha, though I'm sure it's OOC in this time period orz
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That was... Please excuse the language, I don't usually use it as often but DAMN!!!
That's one of the hottest badass England EVER! MAN! Seriously!
Definitely PWP at its best, yea? =D
By golly, hate-sex or not, dominant still-fully-dressed SM England is AWESOME!!!
Hell, that last line totally nails it! \o/
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-Not OP-
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