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Post by America on Sept 16, 2012 18:54:17 GMT -5
America breathed deeply against England's mouth, not exactly kissing but not exactly, well, not kissing. He noticed England making an effort to kiss him, but they never got any further than a quick peck. After a few more seconds, he gently took his fingers out of England, pretty sure he was stretched far enough now. There wasn't much more he could do, anyway, unless they wanted to sit there for another ten minutes as America fumbled about awkwardly. No, it was best to continue forward, to make England call out his name, to fix his own problem, to finally lose his virginity to the only nation he wanted to lose it to.
He leaned forward and gave England a few breathless kisses, gasping into his mouth as he edged forward just a bit, aligning his cock in the right position. It barely touched the entrance and even that was enough to send jolts of electricity up his spine, making him nearly tremble in the anticipation. "I-I'm gonna go in now," he whispered, gently reaching down and spreading out England's legs just slightly, just enough so that it might make the island nation more comfortable. With a deep breath, he slowly entered, shuddering as he did.
"O-Oh god," he panted out, unable to express just how amazing England felt. He gave himself a moment, stopping and staring at England's face. "Just re-relax," he stammered, wanting nothing more than to pound into England and enjoy every sensation, because damn, he was nearly gone already.
[[Have no fear! In retaliation to your pointless post (even though it wasn't pointless), Meri responds with some awkward porn. Oh, god, so awkward. *cringes*]]
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Post by England on Sept 16, 2012 20:24:50 GMT -5
England stopped wriggling as America pulled his fingers out, gasping as their absence left something like a void inside of him. God, he now wanted something- anything!- to fill the hole (no pun intended) left by his fingers. He only whined, though, because he didn't trust his voice to get any stabler than when he was moaning America's name. The only thing he was worried about was not being stretched enough (it had been a century or so since his last bout, so he was bound to be tight), but he didn't have time to wonder longer as something touched his entrance, and he immediately realized that it wasn't fingers.
"Yes!" he hissed almost instantly, opening his legs as wide as he could without hurting himself. His opened his eyes just slightly, vision hazed with lusty desire and a silent invitation, and tried to calm himself down before he hyperventilated. With America holding his legs open like that, need was rolling off of him in waves, his dick standing straight and practically hurting. He was ready.
America pushed in, and England's first reaction was to tense up. Of course, America was a lot bigger than three fingers, and England took a harsh breath through his nose, shutting his eyes tightly in an effort to control himself. The ache was persistent, but not unbearable, so he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, reveling in the glorious noises America was already starting to make.
"I'm trying." he grunted out when the command was given, grip tightening on his shoulders. "God, America." he really was being stretched already, and America wasn't even halfway in yet! "W-Wait..." he breathed deeply to dispel the pain, opting to keep going even though they weren't moving to let England accommodate himself to America's size. "God, America, you're so big... I want you inside of me right now. I need you, America, please." His tone reached a very low pitch as he decided he'd adapted enough and ran his thumb over his bottom lip, his own mouth open in a needy pant. "Push your cock inside of me, and I'll make you feel good, love."
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Post by America on Sept 16, 2012 20:59:44 GMT -5
America couldn't deny how much England's last remark struck him. He hadn't known England could be this incredibly lustful, this incredibly sexy, laying underneath him, flushed and looking far more arousing than how someone ought to look. He would have followed that request in a heartbeat if he wasn't so concerned about England's well-being. He wasn't an idiot- he was big and they didn't have the proper sex materials and England hadn't been stretched enough, if his tightness was anything to go by. So he held off on the whole 'fucking England into the mattress' part, wanting to go just a bit slower, at least to begin with.
"In a second, babe," he said back, trying not to look into England's eyes. He knew he would give in if he did. He knew the amount of sexual pleasure that lay in them, and he knew that would eventually be his downfall. No, it was best to keep his eyes on England's chin, his neck, his chest, anywhere but his eyes.
However, he figured that England would hate him if they continued to wait. Both were needy, both wanted this, and America wasn't one to deny pleasure so easily. He finally looked into England's eyes and began to push the rest of the way in, slowly but surely, continuing forward as England's dick rubbed up against his stomach.
He pushed in nearly all the way and it felt good. England was right. So, so, so good. He moaned, almost losing himself in this glorious feeling, when he realized that it might not feel as good to England. He was too tight. "E-England...England, hon, loosen up, please." Again, he wasn't all too knowledgeable with this, but England's tightness could only mean pain for the elder nation. A soft wave of guilt swept over America as he tried holding still to let England finish adjusting to his size.
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Post by England on Sept 16, 2012 22:34:33 GMT -5
England gripped America's shoulders even harder as he pushed on, unable to reply with some kind of sassy remark because he was too busy breathing harshly to alleviate the pain. He really would never get used to that, apparently. Then again, he had gotten all sorts of sizes before, but America was really the one that stretched him in all the right ways. The pain was well worth it. Even if America never did find his prostrate, just the thought of pleasuring America like this was enough to bring him over the edge.
Once America was moving again, England gulped down and let out a soft moan, locking gazes with his lover. Trying to convey his need in ways other than words, he roamed his shaking hands across his shoulders, down his upper arms, and on the topmost part of his chest. As America pushed further in, he also leaned slightly down, and soon enough, England's length was rubbing against his stomach. The latter couldn't help but let out a short gasp as a rush of pleasure ran across his body, the long-craved friction being hard enough to make him feel it, but not hard enough to bring him to completion. America was being such a tease, and England both hated and adored how sexy he was being.
He almost didn't hear what America stuttered out, lost in his haze of pleasure and pain, but caught his words at the last second.
"Babe, you know you love that I'm so tight around your dick." he panted out, a challenging smirk rising onto his face, though he realized that America was probably concerned for his safety. That, or he was attempting to dirty talk, something that England enjoyed immensely as well. "It'll feel better when you fuck me hard and good. When you move out of me, you'll see you'll miss how hot and tight I can be around you." he trailed his fingers down America's arms, and then gripped the sheets around him, spread out invitingly.
The pain had dulled, and his muscles had stretched and settled. The only thing that would potentially make things harder was the lack of lubing substance (because hell, he'd already used his own blood as lube a couple of times, though he doubted it'd be very fitting for his first time with America), but he'd do his best to accommodate. The invitation loud and clear in his eyes, stance, and come-hither expression, England nodded softly.
"I'm ready, America. I want you to pound me into the mattress until I'm incoherent and completely yours, babe, because that's all I intend to do: scream your name and beg for more."
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Post by America on Sept 17, 2012 10:20:55 GMT -5
Well. That was certainly inviting. America gave a small whine at the prospect of England screaming his name, at the prospect of England so tight around him, at the prospect of pretty much everything. Yes, he was concerned for England, but if the island nation was urging him on like this, who was America to deny it? Besides, this was sex. If he knew anything about sex (and he did, albeit very little, but it was enough to get him through this), then he knew that they would both be pleasured. That thought alone, the fact that England would enjoy it as much as America would, was more than enough to get him moving some more.
England's dirty talk was just like the cherry and whipped cream to the ice cream.
"I'm gonna hold you up to that," America replied, a smile coming to his face as he looked down at England's face. Alright, time to get started. Waiting would just bore both of them and then the entire mood would be completely lost. He slowly pulled out and realized England was right- he really missed the feeling. His cock was now exposed to the cold air and, god, how he hated that. He wanted right back in England, right then and there. However, he wasn't some wild animal. He knew they still had to be careful.
He angled his hips a different way before thrusting right back into England, giving a shuddering moan. He hoped England felt all of this. He hoped England had the shocks of pleasure running straight through his veins. Because America didn't want to experience it alone.
He began thrusting in and out with a steady rhythm, trying to find different angles, trying to make England stick to his promise and scream out his name.
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Post by England on Sept 17, 2012 11:32:16 GMT -5
England nodded, unable to speak, and gripped the sheets as hard as he could as America started sliding back out, and then right back in. Despite the fact that all he could feel was something weird inside of him, occasionally sparking pain across his lower half, America's expression, looking all hot and bothered, was enough to send shivers of pleasure running across his body. Seeing his lover's blushing face, running his eyes across his lips, from which panted moans were escaping, feeling him move inside of him, it was all England needed to let out a moan of his own and start moving to America's rhythm.
He noticed how America was pretty much poking around, probably trying to find his prostate, and momentarily deplored that he was on the bottom. If he were bottoming from the top, he would have been able to move easily and find it himself, but hey... sex was trust, right? England trusted that America would pleasure him as well.
As America's rhythm picked up, he also rolled his hips to meet his thrusts, panting hard and occasionally letting out a soft cry. With more and more momentum and less and less friction, England was slipping, his grip on the sheets not enough to hold him in place. When America bent too low once, his erection rubbed against his stomach, and he let out another louder cry, throwing his head to the side as the feeling ebbed away. That's when he saw one of America's hands, right next to his head, and looked at it for a few seconds before moving his own hands. They slid across the sheets and slipped under his hands, and England quickly entwined his fingers with America's to give himself stability and the necessary push to move right back against his lover, meeting his thrusts head-on as they continued their love game.
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Post by America on Sept 17, 2012 16:30:47 GMT -5
America loved how England grabbed his hands. He hadn't been expecting that, but in the midst of their sexual desires, in the midst of all their lust, he didn't think such a simple, loving gesture would affect him so deeply. It did, though, and he was reminded of just how much he loved the smaller nation, how much he cherished him. Even sex, as glorious as it truly was, could never compare to the complete adoration America held for his partner.
He continued thrusting, praying he'd find England's prostate sooner than later. He didn't want this to be drawn out. He wanted to see England as pleased as one could possibly be. If he had more experience, he knew he'd be able to find the sweet spot much faster. He'd learn, though. He knew he'd learn. And England would be the only one he'd ever learn with. "Love you so much," he managed to pant out as he upped the rhythm he had going on, moving just a bit faster. And it was a rather silly, moaning out quick declarations of love, but America couldn't help it. He wanted England to know, no matter what they were doing. Of course, he had to remind himself that the fact they were making love in the first place pretty much proved his feelings.
With a gasp, he thrust into England harder, certain he'd make England beg for more in just a short while. He had faith in himself to please England.
[[Obviously, I had no clue what to write. This sucks.]]
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Post by England on Sept 17, 2012 19:39:16 GMT -5
((Pish-posh, stop it. It's development, and development is important to make an RP realistic o3o You're good at this, don't worry~))
"If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be doing this." England ground out, his hips tiring from all the horizontal thrusting (gravity didn't help, either) quickly. Nevermind the fact that he hadn't gotten any "rewards" yet, his legs were shaking and he had to stop for a moment to catch his breath before starting again. Despite not being very physically stimulated, America's voice, his touch, his energy were enough to send sparks of pleasure zipping in his stomach.
It was alright. England had bottomed plenty of times, and half the time, his top never did find his prostate. At this point, it didn't really bother him, and it never bothered him before, either, since most of the time, it was hate-sex. Didn't really matter as long as they both came somehow. Still, he wished his first time with America was different, and that he would be able to find that sweet spot. Make it different from all the sex he'd had before. Him and America, lost in a blissful haze of sexual pleasure and love. That sounded like the perfect fantasy.
Maybe England jinxed it. Maybe America really did have a lot more experience than England gave him credit for, or he just got really lucky, because one of the particularly hard thrusts finally sent a rush of sensation all across him, startling him right out of his thoughts. Not prepared for something as intense as that, England suddenly let out a loud cry, unable to contain himself, and arched off the mattress, straining to open his legs farther, trying to take America deeper.
"Yes!" he finally gasped, his grip tightening on America's hands. "Ah, A-America! F-Fuck me harder, right there!"
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Post by America on Sept 17, 2012 20:41:18 GMT -5
Okay, he had done it. He had found that spot and now England was truly begging. If it had been in any less passionate moment, America would probably have the biggest shit-eating grin on his face right then. Instead, he mentally congratulated himself on hitting the prostrate dead on, and actually remembering just how exactly to angle his hips for a second time. And, since he finally had everything how he wanted (and since England finally had everything how he wanted), America didn't have to continue poking and prodding and praying he got everything right. Now everything was right and they would be able to just get completely lost in their pleasure.
No more worrying about how to do things.
He began pounding harder into England, making sure to hit that exact same spot, panting at the sound of their skin being rubbed up together. He kept their hands gripped, though it didn't help when England started sliding up further on the bed. America really didn't care how hard England grabbed his hands, how far up the bed they went. He wanted to hear more from England. He needed to hear more from England. Just his voice sent sparks throughout his body, sparks that he had never felt before.
Deciding to talk dirty (because, hey, if he had already accomplished this much that he had never tried before, might as well continue), he smirked just slightly, eyes half-lidded and filled with lust. "Beg for it," he said. "Scream my name some more."
It was so sexy when his name was said like that, said with that gorgeous accent of England's.
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Post by England on Sept 17, 2012 22:28:36 GMT -5
England was quickly losing himself to the haze of pleasure consuming him, the weight of America's body on top of him feeling just right, his fingers entwined giving him a feeling of safety, his voice encouraging him to let himself go, not to mention how his movements, sliding in and out of him, every single time pounding against that one spot that made him want to cry, rocked his body in the most intimate way and made him go crazy, crazy for the man making love to him.
Aware of how vocal he was being with all the moans, cries, pants and whines, England looked up at America, hoping his natural reflex for being loud didn't bother him. He didn't look any less turned-on or deterred, though, which encouraged England to follow his lead when the orders were given. Secretly, he liked being dominated, especially by someone as strong and handsome as America.
"God, America, fuck, you're so big, I love it when you rub your cock inside of me." he breathed out, choking on a moan as he closed his eyes for a second to enjoy the shiver of pleasure. "Fuck me harder, please, I want to clench around you and make you see stars." he let out a soft cry, feeling a bead of sweat run down his face. "Fuuuuck-" he winced, trying to formulate words among the waves and waves of pleasure making his tongue turn to lead. "Ah, fuck, aaahhhh-America, please give me more, Americ-aaaah!" his last vowel turned into a loud cry that made him twist his body out of reflex. The bed creaked loudly, and through the haze of pleasure, England finally realized where they were.
40 feet below them, there were other Nations going about and occupying themselves. They weren't in a closed room. And England was screaming as if they were. Heat rushed up to his face, and momentary panic broke through the pleasure, flashing through his wide eyes for just a second. Suddenly worried that they'd heard, and ashamed of how careless he'd been, he untangled one of his hands from America's and clamped it over his mouth, muffling a moan that had been begging to come out.
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Post by America on Sept 18, 2012 5:57:46 GMT -5
This was a side of England he had never seen before. The lusty, loud, vulgar side of him. The side that made America want more and more and more. His only wish was that he would be the only one to see England panting and crying out in pleasure. Of course, he knew that England had been with other partners before, that England probably made the same noises with those other partners. However, he was certain that none of those other partners loved England as much as he did, and hopefully England never loved any of those other partners as much as he loved America.
Once England covered his mouth, America was reminded that anyone could walk in at anytime and see them, if they didn't already hear them. He kept his blush down, though, determined to focus only on the sex at the moment. He could worry about being seen later. Besides, it certainly wasn't a crime to have sex.
"Yes," he hissed out, loving how England was clenching around him, was making him feel good, so, so good. "Fuck, y-yes." Yes was really all he could say. Yes to England's begging and yes to the entire love-making in general. Yes to everything England could do to make him feel good, and yes to everything he could do to make England feel good. He brought his free hand down then, wrapping it around England's length and rubbing just slightly, wanting more of those sorts of reactions.
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Post by England on Sept 18, 2012 9:07:30 GMT -5
England was having a hard time holding himself back, a few times having to dig his nails into the skin of his cheek to keep his hand in place. Soft whimpers were coming from his mouth, his voice considerably lower, the fear of being discovered smothering him, but also thrilling him. Doing something he shouldn't be doing excited him a lot more than he thought it would. Probably a remnant of rebellion from his punk days.
Heat was building up in a tight coil inside his stomach, pressure accumulating with every thrust, his blood pounding in his ears harshly. For a moment, all went silent, and all that remained was the wet slap of skin against skin, America's panting, and the creaking of the bed. The sound of love-making. In any other context, anybody would have found it vulgar, but England couldn't help but find it glorious, a melodious testament of what it stood for. Their love.
"'Merica..." he whined, his voice filtering through his fingers, his body twisting and moving to the rhythm. He let a loud gasp slip past his defenses when America touched him, but kept the following moan under control. The coil in his middle was begging to release, and England could feel his peak approaching. He could only hope it was the same for America as he tightened his grip on the latter's hand, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes.
"A-America..." he gasped and stopped for a second. "F-Faster, love, I-I'm nearing my limit." his hands and legs were trembling with exhaustion, but he kept going just as hard, hoping to take America with him when he gave into the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm.
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Post by America on Sept 18, 2012 14:59:09 GMT -5
America didn't have to be told twice. He was about ready to come as well, and he only wished England would, too. If he pulled away too soon, England might be left to take care of himself, and America certainly wouldn't have that going on. As a lover, he saw it as his responsibility to make sure all of England's needs, sexual and otherwise, were well taken care of. This was one of those needs. So faster he went, feeling his own climax steadily coming up on him.
He felt England's grip tighten on his hand. He curled his fingers inward, nails digging into the skin, knowing that it would probably leave marks. But, hey, it wasn't as if he hadn't marked England already. He stared at his partner's neck, the skin so soft and smooth and yet lined with red hickeys. His lips, swollen from all the kisses. His eyes, filled with lust and pleasure and love and god, America was ready.
"M-Me, too," he gasped out, letting his eyes travel further down to where his hand held England's cock. With determination to make England come first, he began pumping it, touching it, trying to use his fingers in every way he could without being rough.
He might not have been good with speech, but he figured that he was pretty good with his hands, even lacking proper experience.
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Post by England on Sept 18, 2012 17:43:38 GMT -5
At this point, England was just too incoherent to even answer America with some kind of sensual remark, so he let out a low whine in confirmation that he'd heard him and acknowledged his situation.
And yet, though he knew that the best part had yet to come, he didn't want this to end. He was happy, so happy he could hold America, touch him, stroke him, pleasure him and love him as intimately as he was doing right then. Who knows when they'd get time to do this again. Until that time came, England would have to live with the memories and the ghost feeling of America's lips on his skin, and he didn't want to feel anything but the actual thing. It was too soon, too soon to finish, too soon to stop and go on with their lives as if nothing had just happened.
England just couldn't get enough of America.
With that thought, he clenched his ass, trying to hold it in, trying to prevent the end from nearing, trying to keep them frozen in time for just a second longer, anything, anything to keep him close to his lover longer. The coil in his stomach was tightening, until the point where America's combined stroking and thrusting made him feel like he would explode. And that's when he knew he couldn't hold it any longer.
"A-America!" he moaned, shutting his eyes as black dots exploded in front of his eyes. "I-I'm going to-"
He never finished his sentence, interrupted by the heat inside his stomach exploding and spreading across his body. Arching off the bed with a loud cry that was only halfway muffled, he let the spasms of pleasure take control of his body, his legs moving with renewed vigour to support him as he rode his orgasm out. His cum traced thin lines across his stomach as he came, gasping for breath. This didn't stop him from using his free hand to reach up and drag America down for a hot, wet kiss as they finished their show of lust with a reminder that it was all in the name of love.
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Post by America on Sept 18, 2012 18:50:41 GMT -5
It was England's ass clenching around him that made America moan, made him squirm just a tad. England certainly knew how to make his partner feel good, whether he meant to or not. And America didn't care if it was an accident. It was enough to send him over the edge, enough to make him gasp out breathlessly, unable to form a coherent sentence properly. Sex did that sort of thing to one, he noticed. Especially if it was sex with England.
He felt England come, hot and sticky and perfect and everything he had imagined, and he felt his own climax reaching it's peak. He couldn't hold it back any longer, no matter how much he wanted to lengthen this moment. "A-Ah, I'm c-co-" And that was as far as he got. He considered it a great success that he was actually able to say something at a time like this. He figured he would just be one of those silent people who just gave load pants or something along the sort.
As he came, though, he nearly let out a loud cry of his own. it was silenced, however, by England suddenly pulling him down in a wet kiss. His cry turned into a smothered, partially loud moan, lips pressed up tightly against England's own lips. He rode out his orgasm, body arching closer into his partner's, unable to suppress the trembles that his muscles gave.
Finally, he broke apart from the kiss, head collapsing on the crook of England's shoulder and neck. His breath came out in harsh pants as he still gripped England, still stayed inside of him. He didn't think he could move just yet, not after all that.
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