America let out a small laugh at that which turned into a moan as England rubbed his chest.
"Now, I just helped you out of your clothes. Would you like to return the favor?"
America was half way to pulling his shift up when an idea crossed his mind, "No."
"No? So does that mean you're asking me to do it?"
"Yeah," America said, making himself comfortable. When had he gotten so used to the idea of sex with England?
England smiled and straddled America's middle. He grabbed the hem of his shift and slowly began to pull it up. America understood how slowly England had gone while he was taking off his shift now. Each new inch sent lightning running down his spine. He tried to memorize every detail: every hill and valley, every bone and scar. Seeing him like this was too much and not enough all at once.
As soon as his shift was off, England reached for his cock. America beat him to it.
"It's my job to get you hard," He said, planning on pumping him until he was standing at the ready.
"Don't stop," England said, starting to turn red, "Keep doing that while I prepare you."
"Okay," America said, focusing more on the way that England's cock was swelling than the way that he slicked three of his fingers and brought them to America's ass.
"Are you ready for one?" England asked, circling America's entrance.
America jumped. He'd tried fingering himself before, more out of curiosity than anything else. He enjoyed it, but it wasn't as intense as this. England's hand was like his, so why did it feel like so much more?
"America, I'm waiting on your answer."
"Yeah," America said breathlessly, moaning as England slid his finger inside.
He barely had the presence to keep pumping England's cock at that point. What would it feel like once he had that cock inside? It was so much bigger than the fingers, so much hotter.
There were two fingers inside of him now. He tightened around them. They were more, but still not enough. They were too short, too thin.
"More," He breathed, "I need more, England."
"A-alright," England said, sliding a third finger inside.
It still just wasn't enough. His body wasn't stretching quickly enough for him to catch up to that need. He just whined and ground down against England, hoping that that would at least help. It did something at least because while he was wiggling he managed to get England to brush against something that made him stiffen and arch off the bed.
"What was that?" He asked.
"What?" England asked innocently, "This?" With that he pressed his fingers against the spot again.
"Fuck! Yes, that!"
"It's what we're going to try to hit as often as possible." With one more brief swipe he pulled away. America whined at the loss, "You seem ready, America, is that right?"
"Mmm…"
He lightly stroked America's cheek, "Please answer, America."
"Yeah. Yeah, I want it."
England kissed him and pushed inside. America gasped and held him close. Oh yes, this was what he'd been missing. It was just as good as he'd hoped, surprisingly. Maybe it was his hormones talking, but it felt like they were made to fit each other perfectly.
"Move," He grunted.
England seemed happy to oblige, but he did so at an almost painfully slow pace. America didn't know if he was trying to draw things out or keep from hurting him or what, but he trusted him. All he was able to do on his end was clench around him and wiggle to try to get him back to the right spot. It wasn't enough. He needed more speed, more force. He was about to open his mouth to say so when England began to pick up the pace. America wasn't sure if he was a mind-reader or just good at this.
America grabbed England's shoulders and pulled him down, forcing their chests together. Both of their hearts were racing and for some reason it made him laugh. He'd never heard his own laugh so breathless, and that made him laugh more.
"Having fun there?" England asked.
His voice was so deep, so rough… America moaned. "Yeah, England, Oh hell yeah." His voice was all deep too now…
A Year of Surprises [3f/12]
America let out a small laugh at that which turned into a moan as England rubbed his chest.
"Now, I just helped you out of your clothes. Would you like to return the favor?"
America was half way to pulling his shift up when an idea crossed his mind, "No."
"No? So does that mean you're asking me to do it?"
"Yeah," America said, making himself comfortable. When had he gotten so used to the idea of sex with England?
England smiled and straddled America's middle. He grabbed the hem of his shift and slowly began to pull it up. America understood how slowly England had gone while he was taking off his shift now. Each new inch sent lightning running down his spine. He tried to memorize every detail: every hill and valley, every bone and scar. Seeing him like this was too much and not enough all at once.
As soon as his shift was off, England reached for his cock. America beat him to it.
"It's my job to get you hard," He said, planning on pumping him until he was standing at the ready.
"Don't stop," England said, starting to turn red, "Keep doing that while I prepare you."
"Okay," America said, focusing more on the way that England's cock was swelling than the way that he slicked three of his fingers and brought them to America's ass.
"Are you ready for one?" England asked, circling America's entrance.
America jumped. He'd tried fingering himself before, more out of curiosity than anything else. He enjoyed it, but it wasn't as intense as this. England's hand was like his, so why did it feel like so much more?
"America, I'm waiting on your answer."
"Yeah," America said breathlessly, moaning as England slid his finger inside.
He barely had the presence to keep pumping England's cock at that point. What would it feel like once he had that cock inside? It was so much bigger than the fingers, so much hotter.
There were two fingers inside of him now. He tightened around them. They were more, but still not enough. They were too short, too thin.
"More," He breathed, "I need more, England."
"A-alright," England said, sliding a third finger inside.
It still just wasn't enough. His body wasn't stretching quickly enough for him to catch up to that need. He just whined and ground down against England, hoping that that would at least help. It did something at least because while he was wiggling he managed to get England to brush against something that made him stiffen and arch off the bed.
"What was that?" He asked.
"What?" England asked innocently, "This?" With that he pressed his fingers against the spot again.
"Fuck! Yes, that!"
"It's what we're going to try to hit as often as possible." With one more brief swipe he pulled away. America whined at the loss, "You seem ready, America, is that right?"
"Mmm…"
He lightly stroked America's cheek, "Please answer, America."
"Yeah. Yeah, I want it."
England kissed him and pushed inside. America gasped and held him close. Oh yes, this was what he'd been missing. It was just as good as he'd hoped, surprisingly. Maybe it was his hormones talking, but it felt like they were made to fit each other perfectly.
"Move," He grunted.
England seemed happy to oblige, but he did so at an almost painfully slow pace. America didn't know if he was trying to draw things out or keep from hurting him or what, but he trusted him. All he was able to do on his end was clench around him and wiggle to try to get him back to the right spot. It wasn't enough. He needed more speed, more force. He was about to open his mouth to say so when England began to pick up the pace. America wasn't sure if he was a mind-reader or just good at this.
America grabbed England's shoulders and pulled him down, forcing their chests together. Both of their hearts were racing and for some reason it made him laugh. He'd never heard his own laugh so breathless, and that made him laugh more.
"Having fun there?" England asked.
His voice was so deep, so rough… America moaned. "Yeah, England, Oh hell yeah." His voice was all deep too now…