France nibbles at England’s slit just a tad harder than intended, and he’ll have a black eye later, perhaps. Just as well. England knows he despises that term--fuck, he’s seen with his own eyes how it kills the mood for France.
Most likely the point, he thinks.
His own erection gone, his body simmering with frustration and loss, he sinks down over England’s cockhead and teases with his teeth. One too-hard nip and England will have a taste of what France feels at this moment. Any harder, and--
Well.
England gets off on the idea, at least, if his labored breathing is any indication.
He puts his tongue to work on the underside of England’s cock as he sinks lower and lower. His hands move from England’s hips to catch his hands and pin them to the armrests. There may be no fireworks for him tonight, no hand jerking him off with hasty, clumsy strokes in the dark, but at least he’ll be able to swallow his food tomorrow.
France wonders if England knows he’s whining now, a faint little trill with every exhale. France can’t be bothered to think about it, really. Deep throating is a delicate art, after all. One that requires him to get lost in England’s curved cock, the smell of seaside air and crashing waves, the way England throbs and pulses in his mouth--
And then England thrusts up with his hips and catches the back of France’s throat by surprise.
France gags, but he doesn’t pull away and he doesn’t struggle when England fists his hair in his fingers and holds him. Holds him while he pounds into France’s mouth and gets slobber everywhere--on the chair, on their pants, all dribbling down his chin. He doesn’t pull away even as England turns the back of his throat into tenderized meat.
“Fuck,” England breathes, “fuck.” And France takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. For he knows England will come soon, hot and messy down his throat. So he waits for England to die his little death, to have this Valentine’s Day over and done with--
France yelps when England pulls his head back instead, wrenches his neck back hard enough to make it crack a little. And France’s scalp screams with pain as England shoots off all over his face, thick white streams leaving splatters and strands over his eyelids, his nose. Come slithers into his hair from where it splats on the crown of his head.
It’s quiet. They both breathe heavily. The twilight’s gone, and sharp neon and artificial lights peek through the curtains. France stands and takes a tissue when he realizes England’s not offering his handkerchief.
“I hope you like your chocolates,” France says. “It’s--a brand I particularly like, one that--”
“Don’t you have someplace else to be?” England asks, and turns a page in his book. France stares. A chuckle bubbles in the back of his throat. A single swallow and it dies a quiet and dignified death.
“Yes,” France says, smiling. He takes his box of chocolates and tucks them under his arm, smoothing out his shirt so it looks just proper enough. “Yes, I suppose I do.”
He almost looks back when his hand is on the doorknob. Almost.
But England clears his throat as he starts turning his head, and that’s all the warning he needs.
Outside now, back pressed against the door, France rests the back of his head for a moment and looks up at the lights. His entire body needs a good scrubbing, especially his face and hair. It’s as if dirt has crawled into every single one of his pores, clogging him up until he’s bursting with hot emotion and almost-despair.
Almost.
France hugs his box of chocolates to his chest, smiles, and moves on to the next room. ________________
The blow job was good, really good - almost as good as the emotional damage you caused with the ending. I love my fruk sweet just like I love it bitter, and this was one damn good fruk fic.
Adsjfkgf First of all, thank you so much for filling this! I wasn't expecting a fill so soon but I am definitely not complaining.
Secondly, the blowjob was unf-worthy and I bow at your feet a!anon. ♥
Thirdly, as a writer of this pairing as well, I understand the pull to write angst and drama with them and I love it. It all blended very nicely here. Sexy and hot, but at the same time quite dramatic emotionally. So once again, thank you thank you thank you :D
Haha...I guess I'm more disappointed in myself than anything. I did read on the Discussion Comm that these two were too bitter to have a loving relationship, though, and it's canon enough, so...yeah.
I'm glad you liked it, though! Thanks for your comment. <3
Don't apologize, the fill was excellent! I admit I'm kind of a fan of dick!England, so the characterization works well for me. The ending was a bit depressing, but the most heart-wrenching part is that one gets the idea that a small part of France knew this would happen all along (or even that it happens regularly and he was hoping this time would be different) and yet did what he did anyway.
As for the blowjob, just excellent. I think you definitely filled what the prompt was asking for in that regard. To be honest, the teeth had me cringing a little, but in the context of the fic it did work. But yeah, the BJ was really, really hot.
Thank you for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed it. <3
It's rather funny, because I had an entirely different view of the events. England's just another in France's long, long line of sexual escapades--I think he rather gets off from feeling dirty. That's why he smiles at the end, I think.
Then again, my opinion of France himself isn't very high. This fic was an attempt to change that and it...didn't end up quite as I wanted it to.
damn, that was something. i rather like a dose of douchebag england once in while, as i typically see weepy bundle-of-feelings type england.
but aw, france. er. perhaps the next room will contain a more mutually gratifying exchange - or at the least, someone who can appreciate good chocolate.
Aha, I guess I'm the only one who doesn't sympathize with France. The guy has a million better things to do and he's not exactly lacking for partners, so I think he bothers England rather because he gets off on how dirty it makes him feel.
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heart-shaped chocolate box [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 02:38 am (UTC)(link)Most likely the point, he thinks.
His own erection gone, his body simmering with frustration and loss, he sinks down over England’s cockhead and teases with his teeth. One too-hard nip and England will have a taste of what France feels at this moment. Any harder, and--
Well.
England gets off on the idea, at least, if his labored breathing is any indication.
He puts his tongue to work on the underside of England’s cock as he sinks lower and lower. His hands move from England’s hips to catch his hands and pin them to the armrests. There may be no fireworks for him tonight, no hand jerking him off with hasty, clumsy strokes in the dark, but at least he’ll be able to swallow his food tomorrow.
France wonders if England knows he’s whining now, a faint little trill with every exhale. France can’t be bothered to think about it, really. Deep throating is a delicate art, after all. One that requires him to get lost in England’s curved cock, the smell of seaside air and crashing waves, the way England throbs and pulses in his mouth--
And then England thrusts up with his hips and catches the back of France’s throat by surprise.
France gags, but he doesn’t pull away and he doesn’t struggle when England fists his hair in his fingers and holds him. Holds him while he pounds into France’s mouth and gets slobber everywhere--on the chair, on their pants, all dribbling down his chin. He doesn’t pull away even as England turns the back of his throat into tenderized meat.
“Fuck,” England breathes, “fuck.” And France takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. For he knows England will come soon, hot and messy down his throat. So he waits for England to die his little death, to have this Valentine’s Day over and done with--
France yelps when England pulls his head back instead, wrenches his neck back hard enough to make it crack a little. And France’s scalp screams with pain as England shoots off all over his face, thick white streams leaving splatters and strands over his eyelids, his nose. Come slithers into his hair from where it splats on the crown of his head.
It’s quiet. They both breathe heavily. The twilight’s gone, and sharp neon and artificial lights peek through the curtains. France stands and takes a tissue when he realizes England’s not offering his handkerchief.
“I hope you like your chocolates,” France says. “It’s--a brand I particularly like, one that--”
“Don’t you have someplace else to be?” England asks, and turns a page in his book. France stares. A chuckle bubbles in the back of his throat. A single swallow and it dies a quiet and dignified death.
“Yes,” France says, smiling. He takes his box of chocolates and tucks them under his arm, smoothing out his shirt so it looks just proper enough. “Yes, I suppose I do.”
He almost looks back when his hand is on the doorknob. Almost.
But England clears his throat as he starts turning his head, and that’s all the warning he needs.
Outside now, back pressed against the door, France rests the back of his head for a moment and looks up at the lights. His entire body needs a good scrubbing, especially his face and hair. It’s as if dirt has crawled into every single one of his pores, clogging him up until he’s bursting with hot emotion and almost-despair.
Almost.
France hugs his box of chocolates to his chest, smiles, and moves on to the next room.
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...I tried to make it happy. I did.
I’m sorry.
Re: heart-shaped chocolate box [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 06:26 am (UTC)(link)The blow job was good, really good - almost as good as the emotional damage you caused with the ending. I love my fruk sweet just like I love it bitter, and this was one damn good fruk fic.
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)Re: heart-shaped chocolate box [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-02-17 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2012-02-18 01:40 am (UTC)(link)Secondly, the blowjob was unf-worthy and I bow at your feet a!anon. ♥
Thirdly, as a writer of this pairing as well, I understand the pull to write angst and drama with them and I love it. It all blended very nicely here. Sexy and hot, but at the same time quite dramatic emotionally. So once again, thank you thank you thank you :D
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 01:33 am (UTC)(link)I'm glad you liked it, though! Thanks for your comment. <3
Re: heart-shaped chocolate box [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-18 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)As for the blowjob, just excellent. I think you definitely filled what the prompt was asking for in that regard. To be honest, the teeth had me cringing a little, but in the context of the fic it did work. But yeah, the BJ was really, really hot.
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 01:51 am (UTC)(link)It's rather funny, because I had an entirely different view of the events. England's just another in France's long, long line of sexual escapades--I think he rather gets off from feeling dirty. That's why he smiles at the end, I think.
Then again, my opinion of France himself isn't very high. This fic was an attempt to change that and it...didn't end up quite as I wanted it to.
Re: heart-shaped chocolate box [2/2]
(Anonymous) 2012-02-19 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)but aw, france. er. perhaps the next room will contain a more mutually gratifying exchange - or at the least, someone who can appreciate good chocolate.
great job, authoranon!
A!A
(Anonymous) 2012-02-20 12:18 am (UTC)(link)Aha, I guess I'm the only one who doesn't sympathize with France. The guy has a million better things to do and he's not exactly lacking for partners, so I think he bothers England rather because he gets off on how dirty it makes him feel.