A/N: Sorry for the delay, OP! I kept trying to think of a good introduction and failing, so you get straight-up PWP. <3 I hope it doesn't disappoint! --
“Ah, oh, oh god,” Spain choked out, burying his face in the sheets. His skin was starting to bead with sweat, and a drop tricked slowly down the dip of his spine, down to where France licked at it, his stubble scratching Spain’s reddened, sensitive skin. France’s tongue dipped back down to trace lightly around the rim, too lightly, making Spain whine and plead until his thighs were trembling in France’s steely grip. “Francia… please…”
“What do you want?” Francis voice was low and husked and insistent, flicking his tongue against Spain’s opening teasingly, tapping until each touch forced a moan from Spain’s parted lips. “Hm?” He slid his tongue back around, drops of saliva sliding down between Spain’s legs until he positively groaned. Spain’s cock twitched again, rock-hard and nearly flat against his stomach, pre-come leaking liberally onto the tangled sheets below him.
“I-I want… dios, please, god, I can’t… I want you to fuck me, I want you to put it inside me, anything…!” Spain’s hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets, fingers shaking as he pressed one hand against his mouth.
France made an appreciative sigh and slid one hand further up Spain’s thigh in warning before slipping his tongue inside the other, spreading him wide and pushing in deep before pulling out and pushing in again. Spain made a strangled sound against his hand and France felt those broad hips twitch and shudder against his palms. He slid one hand down to rub lightly at the base of Spain’s balls, pressing at a point between them that sent a jolt of pleasure through what felt like every nerve in Spain’s body. “Francia-!“ Spain choked, and France grinned in satisfaction, his fingers tracing the heated skin with an undisguised lust. Mon espagna. France continued to tongue-fuck him, with all the focus and skill expected from the country of love, and Spain was rendered utterly helpless, twisting and mewling and grinding out soft Spanish curses against his hand.
At last, when Spain thought he couldn’t possibly take it anymore, France’s tongue slid deep and licked at a rapidly contracting muscle- he could feel it- and Spain shuddered, cried out, “Oh god, you’re going to make me come!” France pressed one hand up against the underside of cock and that was all it took for Spain to lose control; with a strangled noise that was half shout, half sob, he hit orgasm, his body shaking and hips jerking forward as strings of come splayed hot and fast across his stomach and chest. He pressed his face into the mattress, shuddering as waves of aftershock coursed through him, coaxed by France’s continual tonguing and rubbing and whispered encouragements. When he came back to himself, his shoulders were heaving as he gasped for air, and France was leaning over him, kissing the back of his neck. “Beautiful, mon ami,” he heard as the pounding in his ears died down, “You were beautiful.”
Letting his exhausted body fall flat, Spain turned over and pressed a hand against the side of France’s face, catching his lustful blue gaze. “I do love you, Francis.”
France smiled, a rare true smile, and leaned down to kiss him lightly. “And I you.”
Spain gave a contented sigh and let his eyes flutter shut, intending on giving in to the tempting pull of sleep, but a few moments later there was a body curving around his, hips pressing hard against his thigh, and a whisper in his ear. “We are not done yet, mon espagna.”
Spain twisted and gasped underneath him, but France had a perfect view of his cock, and it was obvious this was turning him on. “Don’t be shy, mon lapin,” France breathed, running a hand down the smooth expanse of Spain’s chest, smirking when his breath hitched beneath his fingertips. Opening his mouth, Spain let his tongue touch the smooth skin above him hesitantly; then he licked directly over the opening. France let out a pleased sigh, moving encouragingly against him. “I want it inside me, Antonio, as deep as you can, s'il vous plait!”
Spain felt his body respond to the huskiness in France’s voice, and slid the tip of his tongue inside; it was tighter than he expected, and the thought of that heat snug around his cock made him moan, the sound vibrating roughly in his throat. One hand pressed firmly against France’s backside to keep him spread wide, the other crept around to the base of France’s erection, rubbing his balls gently and eliciting a whimper from the other man. More confident now that he had made France show some weakness, Spain tried his best to imitate the touches France had used on him earlier, licking and kissing until there was an obvious tension running just beneath France’s skin. Without a warning France nudged back against him, causing Spain’s teeth to nip him sharply; Spain let out a breathless groan beneath him, new beads of pre-come rolling down his straining cock, and France felt a thrill at the realization that Spain liked being dominated in such a way. Reaching out, he wrapped one hand around Spain’s erection, pushing back against him just when he felt Spain’s tongue inside him, and was rewarded with another soft moan. An act like this was nothing like France was used to; it was rough, it was degrading, and god, it turned them on.
France rode him hard now, Spain’s tongue still rasping inside him as Spain made muffled, desperate sounds and saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth. Spain was barely able to breathe, his mouth open and ravaged, and yet that made him so hard, that and France kneading his cock and digging his thumb into the slit just like that, pressing hard because he knew that was how Spain liked it. And France wouldn’t stop talking. “Oui, your tongue feels so good inside me, Antonio!” he breathed, blue eyes hazy with lust as one hand moved up to touch himself as well.
France could feel himself getting closer; their motions became uneven and hurried, Spain’s body trembling beneath him. France stroked the both of them harder, upping the tempo until Spain’s mouth opened wider, lungs straining for oxygen that just wasn’t there; when he finally came it was sudden and unexpected and powerful. Black and white sparked together behind his eyelids, and he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe and it felt so good—
He was barely aware of France tensing above him, muscles tightening as he panted a strained, “Tonio.” The next thing he knew, France was lifting himself free and Spain could breathe again but he almost wished he couldn’t, as the waves of pleasure slowly, slowly began to subside. France collapsed beside him, but elegantly, and a moment later the other nation was looking over at him with a knowing smile.
Spain smiled back, leaning over to give France a tired kiss on the shoulder. “Ah, that was amazing. Te amo, Francia.”
France stroked a gentle hand through Spain’s damp curls; not a moment later, he leaned over and whispered into his ear, a little too eagerly, “So we are doing this again next time, oui?”
I just died. Exactly what I wanted. If I was of the male persuasion, I would have a boner right now. Loved how sexy it was, and I loved the mutual rimming Love, OP
Authornon is so glad that you and all the other readernons enjoyed it! I didn't want to mention it before but this was actually my first kink meme fill ever. :> But thanks to the positive response I'm much more confident to go fill other requests! Each and every review made my day. <3
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Experimentation (1/2)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 03:58 am (UTC)(link)--
“Ah, oh, oh god,” Spain choked out, burying his face in the sheets. His skin was starting to bead with sweat, and a drop tricked slowly down the dip of his spine, down to where France licked at it, his stubble scratching Spain’s reddened, sensitive skin. France’s tongue dipped back down to trace lightly around the rim, too lightly, making Spain whine and plead until his thighs were trembling in France’s steely grip. “Francia… please…”
“What do you want?” Francis voice was low and husked and insistent, flicking his tongue against Spain’s opening teasingly, tapping until each touch forced a moan from Spain’s parted lips. “Hm?” He slid his tongue back around, drops of saliva sliding down between Spain’s legs until he positively groaned. Spain’s cock twitched again, rock-hard and nearly flat against his stomach, pre-come leaking liberally onto the tangled sheets below him.
“I-I want… dios, please, god, I can’t… I want you to fuck me, I want you to put it inside me, anything…!” Spain’s hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets, fingers shaking as he pressed one hand against his mouth.
France made an appreciative sigh and slid one hand further up Spain’s thigh in warning before slipping his tongue inside the other, spreading him wide and pushing in deep before pulling out and pushing in again. Spain made a strangled sound against his hand and France felt those broad hips twitch and shudder against his palms. He slid one hand down to rub lightly at the base of Spain’s balls, pressing at a point between them that sent a jolt of pleasure through what felt like every nerve in Spain’s body. “Francia-!“ Spain choked, and France grinned in satisfaction, his fingers tracing the heated skin with an undisguised lust. Mon espagna. France continued to tongue-fuck him, with all the focus and skill expected from the country of love, and Spain was rendered utterly helpless, twisting and mewling and grinding out soft Spanish curses against his hand.
At last, when Spain thought he couldn’t possibly take it anymore, France’s tongue slid deep and licked at a rapidly contracting muscle- he could feel it- and Spain shuddered, cried out, “Oh god, you’re going to make me come!” France pressed one hand up against the underside of cock and that was all it took for Spain to lose control; with a strangled noise that was half shout, half sob, he hit orgasm, his body shaking and hips jerking forward as strings of come splayed hot and fast across his stomach and chest. He pressed his face into the mattress, shuddering as waves of aftershock coursed through him, coaxed by France’s continual tonguing and rubbing and whispered encouragements. When he came back to himself, his shoulders were heaving as he gasped for air, and France was leaning over him, kissing the back of his neck. “Beautiful, mon ami,” he heard as the pounding in his ears died down, “You were beautiful.”
Letting his exhausted body fall flat, Spain turned over and pressed a hand against the side of France’s face, catching his lustful blue gaze. “I do love you, Francis.”
France smiled, a rare true smile, and leaned down to kiss him lightly. “And I you.”
Spain gave a contented sigh and let his eyes flutter shut, intending on giving in to the tempting pull of sleep, but a few moments later there was a body curving around his, hips pressing hard against his thigh, and a whisper in his ear. “We are not done yet, mon espagna.”
Re: Experimentation (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:06 am (UTC)(link)Spain twisted and gasped underneath him, but France had a perfect view of his cock, and it was obvious this was turning him on. “Don’t be shy, mon lapin,” France breathed, running a hand down the smooth expanse of Spain’s chest, smirking when his breath hitched beneath his fingertips. Opening his mouth, Spain let his tongue touch the smooth skin above him hesitantly; then he licked directly over the opening. France let out a pleased sigh, moving encouragingly against him. “I want it inside me, Antonio, as deep as you can, s'il vous plait!”
Spain felt his body respond to the huskiness in France’s voice, and slid the tip of his tongue inside; it was tighter than he expected, and the thought of that heat snug around his cock made him moan, the sound vibrating roughly in his throat. One hand pressed firmly against France’s backside to keep him spread wide, the other crept around to the base of France’s erection, rubbing his balls gently and eliciting a whimper from the other man. More confident now that he had made France show some weakness, Spain tried his best to imitate the touches France had used on him earlier, licking and kissing until there was an obvious tension running just beneath France’s skin. Without a warning France nudged back against him, causing Spain’s teeth to nip him sharply; Spain let out a breathless groan beneath him, new beads of pre-come rolling down his straining cock, and France felt a thrill at the realization that Spain liked being dominated in such a way. Reaching out, he wrapped one hand around Spain’s erection, pushing back against him just when he felt Spain’s tongue inside him, and was rewarded with another soft moan. An act like this was nothing like France was used to; it was rough, it was degrading, and god, it turned them on.
France rode him hard now, Spain’s tongue still rasping inside him as Spain made muffled, desperate sounds and saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth. Spain was barely able to breathe, his mouth open and ravaged, and yet that made him so hard, that and France kneading his cock and digging his thumb into the slit just like that, pressing hard because he knew that was how Spain liked it. And France wouldn’t stop talking. “Oui, your tongue feels so good inside me, Antonio!” he breathed, blue eyes hazy with lust as one hand moved up to touch himself as well.
France could feel himself getting closer; their motions became uneven and hurried, Spain’s body trembling beneath him. France stroked the both of them harder, upping the tempo until Spain’s mouth opened wider, lungs straining for oxygen that just wasn’t there; when he finally came it was sudden and unexpected and powerful. Black and white sparked together behind his eyelids, and he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe and it felt so good—
He was barely aware of France tensing above him, muscles tightening as he panted a strained, “Tonio.” The next thing he knew, France was lifting himself free and Spain could breathe again but he almost wished he couldn’t, as the waves of pleasure slowly, slowly began to subside. France collapsed beside him, but elegantly, and a moment later the other nation was looking over at him with a knowing smile.
Spain smiled back, leaning over to give France a tired kiss on the shoulder. “Ah, that was amazing. Te amo, Francia.”
France stroked a gentle hand through Spain’s damp curls; not a moment later, he leaned over and whispered into his ear, a little too eagerly, “So we are doing this again next time, oui?”
Re: Experimentation (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:23 am (UTC)(link)out of my nose
RC: first lipmed ... yes, RC, yes indeed.
Re: Experimentation (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 04:59 am (UTC)(link)Thank you for that delicious, hot, sexy, ohmygodIthinkIjizzedmyself story....
Re: Experimentation (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 10:03 am (UTC)(link)Holy shit yes
Re: Experimentation (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-28 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Experimentation (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2010-10-30 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)Exactly what I wanted. If I was of the male persuasion, I would have a boner right now.
Loved how sexy it was, and I loved the mutual rimming
Love, OP
Re: Experimentation (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2010-11-01 04:32 am (UTC)(link)