He seemed to notice something, because he pulled away and chuckled, "Well, well, it looks like I'm not the only one getting randy from all this."
America scowled, "Don't patronize me, just fuck me!"
He looked genuinely hurt, "We've been apart for weeks and that's all you want?"
America rolled his eyes. He was the pregnant one, shouldn't he be having crazy mood swings, "England, I'm pregnant, I'm horny, and I've been too busy to jerk off for days. Talk later, sex now."
"Oh fine…" He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Thank you," America said with a sigh as he lifted his hands and allowed England to take his shirt too.
"Really, though, love," England said, gently cupping America's cheek, "You look absolutely stunning like this. I could love you forever."
"Then do," America said softly, wrapping his arms around England's chest. He leaned in to kiss him again. It wasn't as rough and needy as the last time, although there was no passion lost. It was just softer, sweeter, with more than just lust behind it.
When they pulled apart, England traced the waistband of America's sweatpants, "May I?"
America smiled, "You know you don't have to ask."
"I know," England said, grabbing the elastic, "I just like to hear you say it."
And with that he took off America's last piece of clothing. His eyes lit up when he saw that America wasn't wearing anything under it. America laughed. Sometimes it was almost adorable how perverted England was.
"How would you like to do this?" England asked as he began undoing his own pants.
"How can we do this?" America replied, gesturing to his stomach, "I mean, this is kinda gonna get in the way whenever I face you."
"Well, I suppose that I could sort of sit between your legs, or else you could ride, or-"
"No, I wanna feel you. Want you to be on me."
"Oh, well, I suppose we could do it on our knees too."
"Yeah." America said softly, "You have to get off for a second, though."
"Ah! Right." England backed off and allowed his partner to roll over and get into his hands and knees before settling back over him.
"Hey," America said smiling, "It's been a long time since we've done it doggy-style, hasn't it?"
"You know I don't like that phrase. But yes. Lube?"
"In the side table drawer where it always is." He said, gesturing with his head.
"Oh good." England said as he rummaged through the drawer, "I wasn't sure you'd have it in the same place since this was a surprise visit and all, but- Oh, I found it."
America closed his eyes and hummed contentedly as he heard England opening the bottle and squirting some of the lubricant onto his fingers. He knew that really he should have felt more frenzied, that the promise of sex should have gotten him all riled up. Even though he had been eager as a virgin when he'd first seen England, now he just felt content. Having England behind him like that, touching him, holding him, and even now preparing him, it felt like going home. It was safe, it was friendly, it was familiar and he loved every minute of it.
The feeling only continued when England pulled his fingers away. He leaned over America, put his lips close to his ear and whispered, "Are you ready for me, love?"
"Yeah," America said, throat suddenly very dry, "Oh fuck, yeah."
"Alright, then. Brace yourself." And then with a quick kiss on America's ear he was in.
America swallowed. Oh, it had been awhile. Sure, he'd played with some pretty decent-sized toys between England's visits, but they hadn't been warm, they hadn't been alive, and most importantly they hadn't been attached to the person he loved more than anything in the world. He moaned. Yes, England was the one who would wax poetic about being connected and merging and all that kind of crap, but at times like those America almost believed it.
"I've missed you," He panted, "I've missed you so much."
"Missed you too," England said, "Hey, can you hold my weight."
"I should be able to, why?"
Before he could get a verbal answer, England set his weight on America's shoulders and placed his hands on his stomach.
"Oh God," England whispered, "Christ, Meri."
He continued to rub small circles on America's belly, pressing in now and then as if to test that it was more than just a potbelly. America assumed that they would feel bizarre, pulling him out of the actual sex and making him think about his condition. Instead, it was arousing, making him shiver and moan like England was teasing his nipples. Then again, his sides and stomach had always been sensitive. Maybe this had just made it worse.
England buried his nose in America' s shoulder and inhaled deeply, "Oh, Meri, I'm close."
"Touch me." America said, "Move one of those hands down."
England laughed softly as he did what America instructed, "You're already dripping down here."
"I know. Make it do more."
"Of course." He began to stroke America in time to his thrusts. As he pulled out his hand went down to America's base only to pull down when he thrust back in. America gripped the sheets beneath him. There was always something. He couldn't get away from the pleasure. He didn't have a single second where England wasn't actively pleasing him and he loved it.
England came first, but rode it out. He kept his rhythm as constant as possible, trying to get America off before he was completely finished. He succeeded, but just barely. America spilled onto the sheets just as England was starting to go soft.
They both flopped over sideways and England pulled out only to snuggle closer again. He draped his hand across America's belly again, tracing small shapes with his pointer finger. America closed his eyes and placed his hand on top of England's.
There would be time to talk later. For that moment it was nice just to be together.
(A certain someone from a certain LJ comm appears!)
I had to use half a box of Kleenex on my nosebleed after reading this, I'll have you know. I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF. (Just kidding, you're awesome!)
He felt head beginning to coil in his belly. - I'm pretty sure you meant "heat" in this sentence, but other than that, everything's great and hot and fluffsmutty I don't even care that that's not a word.
Hmm, England doing the jar thing without warning America or knowing if America has something important going on the next day could be problematic.
Seriously thought America was going to go into a weeping fit for a while. XD It was funny but very believable how annoyed America was at being pregnant. Reminds me of blulious webstrip, How To Ruin Mpregs.
I wasn't planning to comment but had to when i saw this, because I agree with it so completely. Also, hasn't it been all Alfred being changed lately? If I were Alfred, i would suspect Arthur of rigging the magic so it's all what Arthur wants.
"Hmm, England doing the jar thing without warning America or knowing if America has something important going on the next day could be problematic." OP's request did say that they only do it when the next day is free, and I'm pretty sure Alfred and Arthur know each other's schedules well enough.
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The Spice of Life [3c/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-22 03:45 am (UTC)(link)He seemed to notice something, because he pulled away and chuckled, "Well, well, it looks like I'm not the only one getting randy from all this."
America scowled, "Don't patronize me, just fuck me!"
He looked genuinely hurt, "We've been apart for weeks and that's all you want?"
America rolled his eyes. He was the pregnant one, shouldn't he be having crazy mood swings, "England, I'm pregnant, I'm horny, and I've been too busy to jerk off for days. Talk later, sex now."
"Oh fine…" He sat up and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Thank you," America said with a sigh as he lifted his hands and allowed England to take his shirt too.
"Really, though, love," England said, gently cupping America's cheek, "You look absolutely stunning like this. I could love you forever."
"Then do," America said softly, wrapping his arms around England's chest. He leaned in to kiss him again. It wasn't as rough and needy as the last time, although there was no passion lost. It was just softer, sweeter, with more than just lust behind it.
When they pulled apart, England traced the waistband of America's sweatpants, "May I?"
America smiled, "You know you don't have to ask."
"I know," England said, grabbing the elastic, "I just like to hear you say it."
And with that he took off America's last piece of clothing. His eyes lit up when he saw that America wasn't wearing anything under it. America laughed. Sometimes it was almost adorable how perverted England was.
"How would you like to do this?" England asked as he began undoing his own pants.
"How can we do this?" America replied, gesturing to his stomach, "I mean, this is kinda gonna get in the way whenever I face you."
"Well, I suppose that I could sort of sit between your legs, or else you could ride, or-"
"No, I wanna feel you. Want you to be on me."
"Oh, well, I suppose we could do it on our knees too."
"Yeah." America said softly, "You have to get off for a second, though."
"Ah! Right." England backed off and allowed his partner to roll over and get into his hands and knees before settling back over him.
"Hey," America said smiling, "It's been a long time since we've done it doggy-style, hasn't it?"
"You know I don't like that phrase. But yes. Lube?"
"In the side table drawer where it always is." He said, gesturing with his head.
"Oh good." England said as he rummaged through the drawer, "I wasn't sure you'd have it in the same place since this was a surprise visit and all, but- Oh, I found it."
America closed his eyes and hummed contentedly as he heard England opening the bottle and squirting some of the lubricant onto his fingers. He knew that really he should have felt more frenzied, that the promise of sex should have gotten him all riled up. Even though he had been eager as a virgin when he'd first seen England, now he just felt content. Having England behind him like that, touching him, holding him, and even now preparing him, it felt like going home. It was safe, it was friendly, it was familiar and he loved every minute of it.
The feeling only continued when England pulled his fingers away. He leaned over America, put his lips close to his ear and whispered, "Are you ready for me, love?"
"Yeah," America said, throat suddenly very dry, "Oh fuck, yeah."
"Alright, then. Brace yourself." And then with a quick kiss on America's ear he was in.
America swallowed. Oh, it had been awhile. Sure, he'd played with some pretty decent-sized toys between England's visits, but they hadn't been warm, they hadn't been alive, and most importantly they hadn't been attached to the person he loved more than anything in the world. He moaned. Yes, England was the one who would wax poetic about being connected and merging and all that kind of crap, but at times like those America almost believed it.
The Spice of Life [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)"I've missed you," He panted, "I've missed you so much."
"Missed you too," England said, "Hey, can you hold my weight."
"I should be able to, why?"
Before he could get a verbal answer, England set his weight on America's shoulders and placed his hands on his stomach.
"Oh God," England whispered, "Christ, Meri."
He continued to rub small circles on America's belly, pressing in now and then as if to test that it was more than just a potbelly. America assumed that they would feel bizarre, pulling him out of the actual sex and making him think about his condition. Instead, it was arousing, making him shiver and moan like England was teasing his nipples. Then again, his sides and stomach had always been sensitive. Maybe this had just made it worse.
England buried his nose in America' s shoulder and inhaled deeply, "Oh, Meri, I'm close."
"Touch me." America said, "Move one of those hands down."
England laughed softly as he did what America instructed, "You're already dripping down here."
"I know. Make it do more."
"Of course." He began to stroke America in time to his thrusts. As he pulled out his hand went down to America's base only to pull down when he thrust back in. America gripped the sheets beneath him. There was always something. He couldn't get away from the pleasure. He didn't have a single second where England wasn't actively pleasing him and he loved it.
England came first, but rode it out. He kept his rhythm as constant as possible, trying to get America off before he was completely finished. He succeeded, but just barely. America spilled onto the sheets just as England was starting to go soft.
They both flopped over sideways and England pulled out only to snuggle closer again. He draped his hand across America's belly again, tracing small shapes with his pointer finger. America closed his eyes and placed his hand on top of England's.
There would be time to talk later. For that moment it was nice just to be together.
Re: The Spice of Life [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-22 04:53 am (UTC)(link)I had to use half a box of Kleenex on my nosebleed after reading this, I'll have you know. I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF. (Just kidding, you're awesome!)
He felt head beginning to coil in his belly. - I'm pretty sure you meant "heat" in this sentence, but other than that, everything's great and hot and fluffsmutty
I don't even care that that's not a word.Hope to see another update soon!
Re: The Spice of Life [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-22 04:58 am (UTC)(link)Seriously thought America was going to go into a weeping fit for a while. XD It was funny but very believable how annoyed America was at being pregnant. Reminds me of blulious webstrip, How To Ruin Mpregs.
http://blulious.tumblr.com/tagged/AmericaxEngland/page/7
Re: The Spice of Life [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-22 10:54 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Spice of Life [3d/?]
(Anonymous) 2012-06-24 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)OP's request did say that they only do it when the next day is free, and I'm pretty sure Alfred and Arthur know each other's schedules well enough.