Then the doorbell rang. It was a good thing that England never rang more than once because with the rate America was walking a lot of people would have.
"Hello, Ame-eh-eh-"
He was gawking, eyes wide with desire. It was lucky that he didn't drop his suitcase. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. After all, he certainly looked fantastic. He was dressed nicely as he always did when he traveled, with dress pants and a sweater vest shirt combo that accentuated his lean body. His hair was messy as ever, but with that little hat on it was incredibly endearing, especially with that look on his face.
"Hey, babe," America said, "Why don't you come in?"
"S-sure."
America turned and walked into the house and England followed him like a lost puppy, only pausing to throw his suitcase, hat, and coat on the sofa.
"This was one of yours, right?" America asked, looking over his shoulder and turning just enough so that England could see his stomach, "Well, you like what you see?"
"Oh yes, very much." He walked closer to America and wrapped his arms around his waist, "You're sexier than I dared dream." He kissed America's cheek and began to stroke his belly.
America shuddered. This wasn't like before when he had touched it experimentally. This was much lighter and sweeter, much more intimate. He felt head beginning to coil in his belly.
"Oh, America, I can't possibly say how much I want this to be real. Your children would be so beautiful…"
Okay, it was starting to get a little creepy there, but America would let him have his fun. He'd just tune him out and feel that strong, firm body behind him and those warm, dexterous hands feeling his stomach. He wanted to melt into that touch, just to have England hold him forever and ever and-
England leaned in to kiss him, pulling America's thoughts front and center.
"I want you," America breathed, "I want you so fucking bad."
"Do you think you can climb the stairs?" England asked.
"For you? Of course I will."
He took England's hand and led him to the bedroom. Climbing the stairs was a bit harder than it had been the night before, but his legs weren't complaining nearly as much as his dick was so it wasn't hard to have his priorities straight. They were both practically running by the time they got to the landing. America didn't bother to close the door before falling backwards onto the bed and taking England with him.
England scrambled as soon as he realized he was on top of America, "Shit! The baby-"
America laughed, "England, there is no baby."
"Hush now. God knows I let you play act often enough." He nuzzled America's chin.
America smiled and stroked his spine. The way England was touching him was more than enough to make up for whatever weird things were going through his head. Although, a little more touching would have been nice. Having England hovering right above him and touching him so sweetly was making America wish that his stomach was small enough for him to rut against England's thigh. He let out a high-pitched whine instead, hoping that England would catch on.
The Spice of Life [3b/?]
Then the doorbell rang. It was a good thing that England never rang more than once because with the rate America was walking a lot of people would have.
"Hello, Ame-eh-eh-"
He was gawking, eyes wide with desire. It was lucky that he didn't drop his suitcase. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. After all, he certainly looked fantastic. He was dressed nicely as he always did when he traveled, with dress pants and a sweater vest shirt combo that accentuated his lean body. His hair was messy as ever, but with that little hat on it was incredibly endearing, especially with that look on his face.
"Hey, babe," America said, "Why don't you come in?"
"S-sure."
America turned and walked into the house and England followed him like a lost puppy, only pausing to throw his suitcase, hat, and coat on the sofa.
"This was one of yours, right?" America asked, looking over his shoulder and turning just enough so that England could see his stomach, "Well, you like what you see?"
"Oh yes, very much." He walked closer to America and wrapped his arms around his waist, "You're sexier than I dared dream." He kissed America's cheek and began to stroke his belly.
America shuddered. This wasn't like before when he had touched it experimentally. This was much lighter and sweeter, much more intimate. He felt head beginning to coil in his belly.
"Oh, America, I can't possibly say how much I want this to be real. Your children would be so beautiful…"
Okay, it was starting to get a little creepy there, but America would let him have his fun. He'd just tune him out and feel that strong, firm body behind him and those warm, dexterous hands feeling his stomach. He wanted to melt into that touch, just to have England hold him forever and ever and-
England leaned in to kiss him, pulling America's thoughts front and center.
"I want you," America breathed, "I want you so fucking bad."
"Do you think you can climb the stairs?" England asked.
"For you? Of course I will."
He took England's hand and led him to the bedroom. Climbing the stairs was a bit harder than it had been the night before, but his legs weren't complaining nearly as much as his dick was so it wasn't hard to have his priorities straight. They were both practically running by the time they got to the landing. America didn't bother to close the door before falling backwards onto the bed and taking England with him.
England scrambled as soon as he realized he was on top of America, "Shit! The baby-"
America laughed, "England, there is no baby."
"Hush now. God knows I let you play act often enough." He nuzzled America's chin.
America smiled and stroked his spine. The way England was touching him was more than enough to make up for whatever weird things were going through his head. Although, a little more touching would have been nice. Having England hovering right above him and touching him so sweetly was making America wish that his stomach was small enough for him to rut against England's thigh. He let out a high-pitched whine instead, hoping that England would catch on.