Snapping out of his ass-lusting daze, America looked up, the act of getting caught ogling at his ass causing him to blush a dark crimson. “No…?” He laughed, a nervous edge to it, and finished drinking his soda, pulling it away from his mouth afterwards and going over to dump it in the recycle bin. “Just drinkin’ my soda, is all!”
England glared at him for a moment, confused. “…if you insist.” He went back to eating his salad, putting his fork and knife in the sink after. He dumped the remaining plastic bowl into the garbage and headed off to the main room, America following not too far behind and sitting next to him. “Englaaaaand,” he murmured, leaning against his boyfriend in an attempt to get his attention again. “I’m booooored.”
“It’s hot; get off of me.” England tried to push America away, but this resulted in him falling onto his back of the floor, having fallen in his attempt. But the superpower was stronger than him, and was now straddling his waist. “America…” He narrowed his eyes in warning. “I told you that it’s hot. By no means am I—mmph!”
He was silenced by a rough, hungry kiss by his boyfriend, and an ass-squeezing as well from said male. “A-Ameri—“ But he couldn’t speak with the sudden tongue invading his mouth. He pushed at America’s chest to try and get him off of him, but when a hand slid between his legs and pressed up against a sensitive spot at his inner thighs, he moaned quietly, eyes now half-lidded—not from irritation, but easily-set lust. Bingo, America thought with a grin, leaning forward to kiss him again, and he flipped them over so England was straddling his hips.
Pressing his hips forward, America laughed quietly when England moaned from the contact, seeing the bulge that was beginning to form in his tight shorts. “Do you know…” he panted when he pulled away from sucking at his neck. “Do you know what you do to me…? When you wear those shorts…? England, it turns me on so much..”
The Brit tried to catch his breath, small noises escaping him every here and there from their hips being pressed together over and over. He gasped when his shorts were suddenly ripped off of his being and tossed somewhere. “Th-Those were new, you twat!” Sending America an irritated look, he flicked his forehead, before giving up on trying to be mad when a hand curled around his member.
Hot day [2/?]
England glared at him for a moment, confused. “…if you insist.” He went back to eating his salad, putting his fork and knife in the sink after. He dumped the remaining plastic bowl into the garbage and headed off to the main room, America following not too far behind and sitting next to him.
“Englaaaaand,” he murmured, leaning against his boyfriend in an attempt to get his attention again. “I’m booooored.”
“It’s hot; get off of me.” England tried to push America away, but this resulted in him falling onto his back of the floor, having fallen in his attempt. But the superpower was stronger than him, and was now straddling his waist. “America…” He narrowed his eyes in warning. “I told you that it’s hot. By no means am I—mmph!”
He was silenced by a rough, hungry kiss by his boyfriend, and an ass-squeezing as well from said male. “A-Ameri—“ But he couldn’t speak with the sudden tongue invading his mouth. He pushed at America’s chest to try and get him off of him, but when a hand slid between his legs and pressed up against a sensitive spot at his inner thighs, he moaned quietly, eyes now half-lidded—not from irritation, but easily-set lust. Bingo, America thought with a grin, leaning forward to kiss him again, and he flipped them over so England was straddling his hips.
Pressing his hips forward, America laughed quietly when England moaned from the contact, seeing the bulge that was beginning to form in his tight shorts. “Do you know…” he panted when he pulled away from sucking at his neck. “Do you know what you do to me…? When you wear those shorts…? England, it turns me on so much..”
The Brit tried to catch his breath, small noises escaping him every here and there from their hips being pressed together over and over. He gasped when his shorts were suddenly ripped off of his being and tossed somewhere. “Th-Those were new, you twat!” Sending America an irritated look, he flicked his forehead, before giving up on trying to be mad when a hand curled around his member.
“Ah… hn…”