America and England stumbled into the bedroom and onto the bed, their bodies immediately taking advantage of the flat surface to press closer together, lips meshing and separating only to take gasps of breath as zippers were pulled and buttons undone. “Mmph- Iggy,” moaned Alfred, “So fucking hot…” “Yes – oh God, yes! Ah-America!” England gasped as Alfred’s warm hand encircled his cock, “F-faster!” “Eng-England… babe, you’re so fucking sexy~” America crooned back. Maybe, he thought, maybe today would be the day… maybe they could finally… he lost his train of thought as he began to circle Arthur’s entrance with his finger before gently pressing into the little oh-so-tight hole – And before he knew it, England had pushed him off and away, so America kneeled on the foot of the bed while England leaned against the headboard, panting while glaring reproachfully at Alfred. America ran a rough hand through his hair, sexual frustration and irritation at himself welling inside his chest. Arthur said nothing, but continued to stare with perhaps a bit less heat than he initially started with. “Aww, shucks Iggy, I’m sorry.” America sighed, looking dejectedly at the comforter. He had sworn that he would not pressure England into sex… even though that had been more than fifty years ago, at the beginning of their relationship. Still, breaking promises was just not heroic. “No…” England said softly, crawling until his knees were touching across from America’s. “No, I’m sorry. You have been waiting an awful long while.” America perked up, asking, “So we’re gonna do it?” But one look into England’s conflicted face told him that no, that was not happening. Not today. So he took England’s hand and began playing with the Englishman’s fingers, rolling the slim digits with the pads of his fingertips. “Can… can I ask why, though?” Arthur looked down at their joined fingers. “You’re going to laugh. Or get mad.” “Of course not, Iggy!” Alfred assured him. “After all, heroes never laugh at damsels in distress!” “I’m not a damsel in distress, you wanker!” “You look pretty distressed to me.” .............. To be continued!
Innocence and Lack Thereof [1/?]
“Mmph- Iggy,” moaned Alfred, “So fucking hot…”
“Yes – oh God, yes! Ah-America!” England gasped as Alfred’s warm hand encircled his cock, “F-faster!”
“Eng-England… babe, you’re so fucking sexy~” America crooned back. Maybe, he thought, maybe today would be the day… maybe they could finally… he lost his train of thought as he began to circle Arthur’s entrance with his finger before gently pressing into the little oh-so-tight hole –
And before he knew it, England had pushed him off and away, so America kneeled on the foot of the bed while England leaned against the headboard, panting while glaring reproachfully at Alfred.
America ran a rough hand through his hair, sexual frustration and irritation at himself welling inside his chest. Arthur said nothing, but continued to stare with perhaps a bit less heat than he initially started with.
“Aww, shucks Iggy, I’m sorry.” America sighed, looking dejectedly at the comforter. He had sworn that he would not pressure England into sex… even though that had been more than fifty years ago, at the beginning of their relationship. Still, breaking promises was just not heroic.
“No…” England said softly, crawling until his knees were touching across from America’s. “No, I’m sorry. You have been waiting an awful long while.”
America perked up, asking, “So we’re gonna do it?” But one look into England’s conflicted face told him that no, that was not happening. Not today. So he took England’s hand and began playing with the Englishman’s fingers, rolling the slim digits with the pads of his fingertips. “Can… can I ask why, though?”
Arthur looked down at their joined fingers. “You’re going to laugh. Or get mad.”
“Of course not, Iggy!” Alfred assured him. “After all, heroes never laugh at damsels in distress!”
“I’m not a damsel in distress, you wanker!”
“You look pretty distressed to me.”
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To be continued!