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Post by England on Sept 12, 2012 8:56:53 GMT -5
"That's very vague." England rolled his eyes, amused at how much trouble America was already getting with his words- they hadn't even gotten naked yet!-. Then again, he reminded himself that America probably did not have the proper self-control, due to lack of experience, and forgave him his eloquence- or lack thereof-.
Deciding to spare him for the moment, he slipped his hands under the now-loose jeans, caressing his hipbones and upper thighs before gripping the fabric at the hem and tugging downwards.
"Lift your hips, babe." he ordered, pulling slightly until his lower half was slightly off the bed. Making it quick, he struggled with the tight jeans and gulped in anticipation as he pulled them to his knees. And through it all, he couldn't help but think that America looked absolutely enticing, sitting back in nothing but his boxers, looking all hot and bothered and ready for England to continue. England felt a rush of blood towards his crotch, incredibly turned-on by how delicious America looked.
Moving his legs, he put one knee on each side of America's hips, straddling him with his crotch hovering only an inch above America's. He, too, was craving further friction, but decided to have some restraint and instead leaned in to kiss America, looking at him lustfully when he drew back and licked his lips. His hands moved backwards, trailing blindly along America's thighs until they reached the jeans at his knees, and then pushed further, drawing them further down until his shoulder sockets hurt from the bending.
"America, touch me." he ordered in a breathy gasp.
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Post by America on Sept 12, 2012 10:23:54 GMT -5
America lifted his lips as England wanted him to, allowing the jeans to be pulled down as far as they could go without England straining himself. The younger country finished taking his pants off the rest of the way, easily kicking them off of his feet and letting them slide down to the floor. He was getting more and more turned on by the second, and with his lover now straddling him in such a way, their erections just barely an inch or two away from gaining some glorious friction, he felt his body get even hotter than before, wanting nothing more than to do every sexual thing with England that he could. He wanted to try it all, now that they were actually this far into doing it.
When England gave him the command, America's heart pace quickened, as if it wasn't beating fast enough already. He smiled, kissing England gently, and trailing his hands down England's chest, fingertips ghosting over the skin, before hitting the hem of his underpants. Without much hesitation, throwing all caution to the wind, America palmed England through the material of his boxers, just barely touching at first, getting used to the new feel before bringing both hands into the play. He ran his fingers along the clothed length, glancing down to watch his movements before looking back up at England, giving his partner a small smirk. He felt a lot more cocky now that he was actually doing something.
"That feel good?" he asked in a quiet whisper, kissing along England's jawline and moving down to his neck to leave bright red hickeys all along the soft skin.
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Post by England on Sept 12, 2012 19:09:14 GMT -5
"Yes, yes, yes." England hissed, harshly exhaling at the new sensation and throwing his head back as a jolt ran up his spine. His hands scrambled desperately for purchase, and he dug his nails into America's shoulders. Though his grip was a little hard at first, he reminded himself not to be too rough, and instead gripped his shoulders, arching into his hands and choking a moan. That escalated a lot quicker than he thought it would, and England was honestly (and pleasantly) surprised that America had taken the lead like this (and with no room for hesitation either).
He felt him biting his skin and shivered, the thought of being marked exciting him more than it should have. That way, people would know, they would know he belonged to America and that America belonged to him, no matter the fact that once he was off his high of pleasure and America, he would most probably deny anything the nations inquired about his sexual activities with his lover (it was none of their business!).
"America-" he choked, his entire body quivering as he tried to stay upright on his knees. His legs felt weak, and he had half a mind to just remove America's hands and rub his crotch against America's until they both came in their boxers. God, he was on the brink of resorting to rutting against his hand. The coarse feel of the boxers rubbing his skin and the perfectly executed pressure as America touched him were making him go crazy. Shaking, he took America's face and tilted it upwards, claiming his mouth again in a wet kiss in which he whined breathily. "More-" his words got caught in his throat as another jolt of pleasure made him shudder. "More, America-"
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Post by America on Sept 12, 2012 20:05:39 GMT -5
America wanted to give another smile, and he would have given another smile, had he not been more focused on the noises coming from England's mouth, the words that were urging him to continue. And when he felt England's body trembling, a rush of heat traveled downwards, making his tongue completely dry and unable to say much of anything. Granted, he didn't know what he would have said if his mouth wasn't so dry and if he wasn't so incapable of even uttering a simple 'yes'. A yes didn't seem like it would cut it. Nothing seem like it would cut it. The only way America could communicate right then was through what he was doing. Which meant he'd better do a damn good job of it.
He rubbed England's crotch even faster, welcoming the wet kiss England gave him and moaning into it, extremely turned on by the island nation's entire display. He seriously didn't know why he was so nervous about doing this beforehand. Everything was amazing. Everything felt right. After a few more seconds of the kiss, he slowed his hands down, until he was barely moving at all.
He didn't want to be too bold, but perhaps this would be the correct thing to do. Perhaps England would be able to appreciate all of America's movements a lot more if he could feel them better.
He breathed deeply, hesitating and kissing England as a way to take the attention off his sudden lack of activity. He was at odds with himself. He didn't want to make this awkward on either one of them, especially since he really had no idea if he was doing anything properly (though England seemed to be enjoying himself, so something was actually being done at least semi-correctly). However, he remembered what he had kept telling himself before- do what feels right. Would this feel right to him?
Doesn't hurt to try, he thought, inhaling deeply and making up his mind.
He brought his hands back, letting one trail into England's boxers, gently touching him without the material blocking his movements. And it felt so good to have in his hands, so hot and enticing, but he figured the only thing that would matter was what England thought of it. Maybe he was just going too fast.
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Post by England on Sept 12, 2012 21:35:21 GMT -5
And oh- oh. England had been waiting for that since they started. America's hands, that he'd felt across his entire body, felt even better when they were cupping him like that, so close, so firm, and so so hot. He immediately let out something that was a mix between a choked sob and a gasp of pleasure and couldn't help but thrust again his hand, moaning softly as shiver upon shiver of pleasure danced across his spine. The ecstasy of physical pleasure coupled with the knowledge that it was his lover satisfying him like this was enough to make him melt in America's strong arms. He was briefly tempted to sob in utter pleasure, but that would be a new low, even for him. He'd never even been this expressive any time before (he clearly remembered the absolute confusion of his first time, and that's about it), but America just... knew how to do things right.
"God, yes, America-" he bit his lip to muffle a loud moan and let out a harsh breath instead. "-S-So good..." suddenly feeling weak across his entire body, he looped his hands around America shoulders loosely, and put his cheek on one of them, burying his face in the crook of his neck and trying to calm his shaky breathing. America was a natural. England was now pretty sure he'd had experience with someone else before, and he felt like a hypocrite when a sudden wave of disappointment crashed onto him and rained on his parade.
"America." he called softly, now that he wasn't as incoherent anymore, and lifted his head high enough to bite his earlobe. "Give it to me." he wouldn't let anything ruin the moment, so he blew on the shell of America's ear and fell back into his previous persona, the one that was all but writhing under his lover's ministrations already. "I want you." he whined lowly, untangling his arms and letting his hands slide up and onto America's chest, tweaking a nipple just for the sake of having something to do with his fingers. "The pants need to come off." he motioned to their boxers with a slight movement of his head. "So you can push me on my back, shove your cock inside of me and fuck me into the mattress."
Well... if America wasn't comfortable with penetration for their first time, there were always other ways of doing it. England didn't mind very much, as long as he got to show America just how much he loved him.
"I want you inside of me, or against me, I don't care, as long as I get to feel you everywhere."
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Post by America on Sept 13, 2012 9:40:36 GMT -5
America couldn't lie if he said he was leading up to this. He was wanting this, wanting to make love to England, but now that he was actually there, now that he was this close to doing what both of them had set out to do ever since the kiss began, his mind froze up. He had never done this before. He had no idea how to do this. The kissing, the touching...that was all easy. That was simple. He just moved his lips in the right way, moved his hands in the right way, and continued until he felt England moan out his pleasures.
But the actual sex part of it would require some sort of knowledge. One couldn't throw himself into a situation such as this without knowing how to do it. America wasn't exactly sure if the way he thought he was supposed to do it was the actual correct way of doing it. He wasn't oblivious, goodness no. He had heard how sex worked out. He knew what went where, but he didn't know how good it would feel, how good he would be. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps England assumed he was just good at this. After all, his lover, who had probably been with many nations in his lifetime, was moaning and writhing under his very arms, turned on by all of his inexperienced sexual acts.
He just had to put all his trust on England that he'd do it correctly.
"Stop me if...if you don't like it," he whispered, hoping that England would stop him if he began doing something wrong. He took a deep breath, taking his hands out of England's boxers to grab them. No turning back now. He wasn't going to leave both of them like this simply because he was nervous. Thinking about how good it would feel to be inside of England, focusing his mind on that, he pulled England's boxers down as far as he could. Once he was done, he wrapped his fingers around England's length, kissing his boyfriend softly and trying to push his nervousness aside.
Then, very slowly, he pushed England back on the bed, hovering over him and offering only his kisses at the moment.
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Post by England on Sept 13, 2012 10:53:46 GMT -5
"I wouldn't do-" England grunted as America let his hands trail out of his boxers, leaving him with the remaining warmth of his touch and the annoying friction of his boxers. "-otherwise." he finished, smirking up at America though he was aware that his smirk was much more different than his usual smirks, with his cheeks flushed and his eyes twinkling like that. It almost looked like a smile, even.
England squirmed in anticipation as America started pulling his boxers down, making small noises of approval when the elastic material stopped at his mid-thighs. That wouldn't do. He groaned in frustration, not remembering ever having hated clothing this much before. Thankfully, his mind was directed elsewhere than that annoying last bit of clothing when America took his dick in his hand, pleasure sparking across his entire body and causing him to curl inwards with a soft cry. His hands, previously on America's chest, gripped his shoulders tightly, and England internally apologized for the fingernail marks he was most probably going to leave there.
The inward arching was a good move to make, for when America pushed him on his back, the landing was soft, and didn't distract him from the fact that America was now on all four on top of him, kissing him and making him feel absolutely fantastic. Cloud nine had nothing on what he felt like right now. And he had to admit that the thought of big, strong America dominating him excited him a lot more than it should have, for someone who used to own 1/3 of the world and hadn't let anybody push him down his throne. And then, there was America. It was always America that made him submit, whether willingly or unwillingly.
Once upon a time, he would have fought back, but now, all he could do was kiss him like it would be the last time he did, awkwardly wiggling to slip his legs completely out of his boxers. Once free of all restraint, he trailed his fingers across his hips, giving him a few moment to prepare. Then, he rubbed his thumbs over his hipbones for a few seconds before slipping his hands down his boxers, cupping his ass and pulling him closer. Never one to dawdle, he only squeezed his firm backside for a few moments before letting his hands continue their course, and put enough pressure to get the undergarments to slip off of him, and down to his knees.
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Post by America on Sept 13, 2012 14:59:45 GMT -5
America gasped when England grabbed his ass, pressing all the more closer to England and using all the self-control he had to not just finish it then and there. He had made up his mind that he was going to go all the way. He was going to, as England so eloquently put it, shove his cock inside of his partner and fuck him into the mattress. If England was this excited by the prospect of having sex, then America felt excited. There was a reason people did this all the time, after all. Even the events leading up to the sex had been wonderful, and America was unsure of how he could feel any better than he already did right then.
He let England take his boxers off, waiting until they reached his knees to pull them off the rest of the way. Once he was free of the clothes, he kissed England once more, panting into his mouth and feeling his dick press against England's thigh. He moaned breathlessly, wanting more friction. His mind, though, told him not to get too excited. He was going to finish this and let them both enjoy it.
Before he could just start fucking England like he wanted to, though, he knew he had to prepare the island nation. That was usually done with lotion or perhaps oil, but he didn't believe they had any of that on hand. It wasn't like he carried a small bottle in his pocket so he could be ready for spontaneous sex, after all. He wanted to ask England what they could use as a replacement, but that seemed very immature and England might not want someone as inexperienced as him doing anything for their first time. At least he knew that he did the preparation with fingers.
Doubting himself just a little bit, he brought his fingers up to England's face, brushing aside his bangs before pressing them to his lips. "I-I need to prepare you," he murmured, nipping at England's ear, and refraining from asking if he was doing it right, if he was supposed to use saliva for this.
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Post by England on Sept 13, 2012 18:50:29 GMT -5
England shivered now that he was completely naked, both because of the cold air hitting his burning skin and America's fingers trailing fire down his body. His mouth was also doing amazing things to his, and with the intensity of every kiss, England would be surprised if his lips weren't swollen and sore after they were done. Everything they did, though, felt absolutely glorious, so he wouldn't mind the... collateral damage.
"Please do, yes." England only prayed America's hands were clean, and immediately swallowed his fingers up, letting his saliva wet them before slowly running his tongue up and down and curling around them. Getting a bit too enthusiastic, he set his hand into place with both of his, and dove onto his digits with renewed energy, giving long, wet licks on their entire length, his mouth open in silent panting and the occasional whine, wanting America to see him work. Once he deemed the fingers coated well enough, he nodded at his lover, half-lidded eyes twinkling through the haze of pleasure, and pushed his hand away from his mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them.
"America, I need you." he was practically begging at this point, his erection aching and demanding attention. His tone was low and breathy because he was just so breathless from everything America was doing to him, and he was burning up with desire. "I want you so bad, America, please, please fuck me..." He knew very well that he was a very vocal person, and, well... he was somewhat afraid of America's reaction to all his dirty talking. So far, he seemed to be alright with it, but he was nervous for when he started getting louder. And it wouldn't be long now...
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Post by America on Sept 13, 2012 19:30:20 GMT -5
America had been speechless at England's erotic display when the elder nation took his fingers in his mouth. He was so turned on by the entire thing that he was shocked he didn't come right then and there. God, England did have practice. He knew what he was doing and it was so pleasurable just to watch that tongue run it's course along one of America's fingers, licking and sucking and just making America shift his body slightly in excitement. The one arm that was holding him up was trembling, his body more than ready to do something.
Once England let his fingers go, America felt his stomach flip-flop. Even with all of England's lustful words of encouragement, all of those verbal nudges to keep on going, he was still so scared he'd screw it up, make it awkward, be the worst sex partner in existence. But staring at England, the arousal written clear on his face, the half-lidded eyes, the whines and gasps and pleas, America was sure he'd do fine. Or, rather, England would think he'd do fine. Besides that, England told him that he'd make him stop if anything felt wrong. America was holding him up to that promise.
Trying to portray a perfect example of confidence, America smiled teasingly at England. "Patience is a virtue, sweetie," he responded. He carefully brought his wet fingers down, finding England's entrance, and now not even thinking about backing out. He wanted this as much as England did. His body was getting hotter and hotter with the simple thought of taking England. With a determined mind, he stuck one finger inside England, going slowly to try not to bring any sort of pain. He wanted this to be just full of pleasure and nothing but.
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Post by England on Sept 13, 2012 21:46:35 GMT -5
"God, then I'm the least virtuous sinner on this planet right now- ah!" he suddenly flinched as America's finger prodded his entrance and made its way in. This was his least favourite part, predictably. The first finger never did well with him. None of the fingers did, actually. Stretching did hurt, and there was no point in hiding it. At least it got him ready to take in something much larger than fingers. His stomach flipped for a second as he realized that they had no lube, nor condoms, and that precum was hardly enough. That still didn't make him want to stop, though. He'd done it dry before, so he'd sacrifice himself for America this once.
But just this once. From now on, he was most definitely keeping condoms and some kind of lube under their bed. He did not particularly enjoy the lasting ache that came with dry, or semi-dry sex. Then again, he reminded himself that in just a few moments, America would be slamming his dick inside of him, and the image alone was enough to send another wave of pleasure across his body. The uncomfortable ache soon returned, though, as America's prodding became more obvious, and England's hands scrambled for support.
"America-" his last vowel extended in a cry as he gripped America's shoulders, face scrunching up in slight pain, but mostly pleasure because of the anticipation. "Alright, second finger..." he panted, ready for more. The faster they got the unpleasant part out of the way, the faster the entire fuck-you-hard-until-you're-screaming-my-name part came.
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Post by America on Sept 14, 2012 6:09:38 GMT -5
America hated the fact that he might be hurting England. With as good as he felt at the moment, stretching England with his fingers and anxious for what was to come, he didn't like knowing that England might possibly be in pain. His face was scrunched up and he didn't really seem to be enjoying it. But he ordered America to put in a second finger, and America put the worries out of his mind. England had wanted this, and it seemed he still did, so America just had to go along with it. Besides, if all that he knew was true, both of them would be feeling the pleasure in a few minutes.
Kissing England's lips in what he hoped would be a comforting gesture, America brought in the second finger, stretching England and trying his very best to be gentle and make it work with as little pain as possible. He wasn't too good and he didn't know which moves would hurt more than others, but he tried. "It'll feel better soon," he whispered, kissing England some more and running his free hand along the island nation's hipbones. Well, he hoped it would feel better soon.
And he hoped he didn't screw everything up.
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Post by England on Sept 14, 2012 15:14:27 GMT -5
"I-I know, it's just... God, I really am not fond of the stretching." he snapped right back, breathing heavily though an ache was starting to develop in his lower spine. America's hand, leaving pleasant sparks in their wake, semi-successfully attempted to divert his attention. It wasn't enough, though, to overcome the awkward ache of anal stretching.
England couldn't help it: he still did squirm and whine in discomfort, especially when America slipped the second finger in. The unnatural prodding always irritated his nerves, and he tightened his grip on America's shoulders to bear the pain that came with the second digit. Hopelessly, he reminded himself that there still was a third digit before he could claim his prize, but just the thought of having America inside of him, stretching him to the brim and filling him up kept him going.
"S-Scissor your fingers." he stuttered, getting bored with just the random prodding of his hands. Did he have to tell America everything? Perhaps he wasn't as experienced as he'd first thought. That didn't exactly bother England, as renewed hope in America's virginity arose... But then again, he had been making him go crazy under his hands just a few minutes ago... England was confused, to say the least.
(It never crossed his mind that perhaps it wasn't the actions themselves that turned him on so much, but more the fact it was America, of all people, doing them to him).
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Post by America on Sept 14, 2012 16:05:58 GMT -5
Scissoring. Gosh, he hadn't known it would be this difficult to remember even the simplest things. Surely anyone would get tired of fingers just poking around inside of them. Especially England, who would probably be heavily exasperated with him by the time this was done with. "Sorry," America responded, beginning to scissor his fingers, trying to make sure England was stretched far enough. "I forgot." That phrase made it simply seem like it had been a while since he last had sex. In reality, the only scissoring he had ever done was when cutting papers, not this sort. He simply praised the fact that he had been around for hundreds of years and, therefore, knew things about sex. Not many things, of course, but he figured that would come with experience.
Which he would hopefully be getting more of.
After a few minutes, he deemed England stretched enough to add in one more finger. "I'm gonna do a third one, babe," he said, nipping at England's ear. He was about to say something comforting, but then realized England probably didn't want to hear it. He was used to this, America told himself. He's used to it and I'm not. With that in mind, America added in another finger, stretching and moving them around, trying to act like he knew he what he was doing.
He kept his face near England's face all the while, kissing whatever part of the skin he could reach, and praying he wasn't going too quick or making it too painful. Goodness knows how this felt. If England's face was anything to go by, America was certain it wasn't the best experience in the world. Why did people like it so much, then?
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Post by England on Sept 16, 2012 0:23:53 GMT -5
"Right." England winced as another digit was added, breathing harshly through his nose to dispel the pain. "Right, that's good." he nodded, grunting lowly. Anticipation was rising up inside of him, and the third finger was like a sign of whatever was coming. It felt weird, it always did, so England wriggled around in an effort to get more comfortable. The weirdest part was trying to feel good while realizing that what was coming would probably feel uncomfortable as well. It had been a while since he'd had sex, but the burning pain of penetration was a constant reminder of what had to come before he could enjoy his experience to the maximum.
"America..." he whined, seeking to distract himself while the unpleasant task was being done. Taking America's face in his hands, he brought him close to kiss him, but found himself breathless and incapable of doing so. America was so close, and yet England couldn't kiss him, and he momentarily deplored that it wasn't fair that he wasn't allowed the simple gesture of intimacy while America touched him from the inside out. Left only breathing against his lips, he made an effort to briefly kiss him once or twice, but the combination of discomfort and anticipation made him too incoherent and breathless to go much deeper.
((Ahdjduegru I'm so sorry for such a pointless post, I'm just... sorry D: ))
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