It was a new chair. England had not asked, but with his face shoved into the back of it he could smell the new leather. Maybe it was because of that he tried not to dig his nails into the leather as France ran his hands down England's back, pressing his hips right against the edge of the chair, moving in and out of him at a very calm (yet forceful) pace.
Whatever the case was, it drove England mad. Either the pace or the leather, he could not tell.
“Ooh... France... please...” England said despite himself, fingers finally gripping between the seat cushion and the armrests so as to give himself leverage to push back against France.
“Please what?” France responded, not changing anything. England dug his toes into the ground and the chair screeched quietly along the ground. France pushed him into it again.
His resolve to keep his hands above the chair was dwindling. France was teasing him. They both knew it, there was no point in thinking otherwise. An hand wrapped around his leg proceeded to trail up and down the inside of his thigh while ignoring the part of him that England really needed help with right now. He found himself rutting up against the chair to relieve himself of some of the pressure.
The chair scooted forward once more.
England could feel as France reached his climax, which simply proceeded to irritate him. The other practically ignored his own aching member and now was done? If they had been at England's house, he would have kicked him out. “You wank– ah!”
France's hand gripped the base of his member and England found his hands around the back of the chair, as he basically pulled himself up into it. France's hand was still there, but for some other reason England felt rather crooked.
Maybe because the chair was no longer flat on the ground, the back of it leaning up against a chest of drawers. France turned him about and England's elbow smacked against the top drawer before he could manage to grab France by the shoulder's and pull him on top of him.
That was it for the chair, which tilted over, the back catching one of the drawer handles and pulling it halfway out at an angle before the two Nations spilled to the floor. Not that either of them were paying much attention.
After a blow job that convinced England that maybe he should not be too angry with France, he noted the disheveled furniture. “That is a terrible chair,” England told France.
“Funny, Sweden is the one that recommended it.”
England was starting to think IKEA was not all it was cracked up to be. Neither was his arm that he could not currently feel from the elbow down.
Re: The Reason Why England Should Really Just Say No 6/?
Oh, dear, I'm so glad seeing you here. I read all of your stories in FF, really one of the best FrUk writers I've known. Love this fill, definitely waiting for more!!!
And I'm surprised France brought IKEA *headcanon is that he's a fan of ancient stuffs*
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The Reason Why England Should Really Just Say No 6/?
(Anonymous) 2010-05-16 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)It was a new chair. England had not asked, but with his face shoved into the back of it he could smell the new leather. Maybe it was because of that he tried not to dig his nails into the leather as France ran his hands down England's back, pressing his hips right against the edge of the chair, moving in and out of him at a very calm (yet forceful) pace.
Whatever the case was, it drove England mad. Either the pace or the leather, he could not tell.
“Ooh... France... please...” England said despite himself, fingers finally gripping between the seat cushion and the armrests so as to give himself leverage to push back against France.
“Please what?” France responded, not changing anything. England dug his toes into the ground and the chair screeched quietly along the ground. France pushed him into it again.
His resolve to keep his hands above the chair was dwindling. France was teasing him. They both knew it, there was no point in thinking otherwise. An hand wrapped around his leg proceeded to trail up and down the inside of his thigh while ignoring the part of him that England really needed help with right now. He found himself rutting up against the chair to relieve himself of some of the pressure.
The chair scooted forward once more.
England could feel as France reached his climax, which simply proceeded to irritate him. The other practically ignored his own aching member and now was done? If they had been at England's house, he would have kicked him out. “You wank– ah!”
France's hand gripped the base of his member and England found his hands around the back of the chair, as he basically pulled himself up into it. France's hand was still there, but for some other reason England felt rather crooked.
Maybe because the chair was no longer flat on the ground, the back of it leaning up against a chest of drawers. France turned him about and England's elbow smacked against the top drawer before he could manage to grab France by the shoulder's and pull him on top of him.
That was it for the chair, which tilted over, the back catching one of the drawer handles and pulling it halfway out at an angle before the two Nations spilled to the floor. Not that either of them were paying much attention.
After a blow job that convinced England that maybe he should not be too angry with France, he noted the disheveled furniture. “That is a terrible chair,” England told France.
“Funny, Sweden is the one that recommended it.”
England was starting to think IKEA was not all it was cracked up to be. Neither was his arm that he could not currently feel from the elbow down.
Re: The Reason Why England Should Really Just Say No 6/?
(Anonymous) 2010-05-17 03:05 am (UTC)(link)And I'm surprised France brought IKEA *headcanon is that he's a fan of ancient stuffs*