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Post by England on Sept 18, 2012 19:33:10 GMT -5
England gasped when something hot and sticky suddenly surged inside of him, coating his inner walls and making him satisfied through and through. It had been a while since the last time he'd felt so satiated. He whined against America's mouth, feeling him tremble as he pressed against him, and practically ate up the delicious moans he was smothering against his lips. God, America was just so sexy, even after they both reached completion. If England wasn't sure he was in love before, for some reason, he could definitely be sure now. He just couldn't resist America's flushed face and the expression of pure ecstasy plastered upon it.
He let them both finish entirely before relaxing his muscles, his previous energy all gone in the favour of a pleasant, post-coital haze. The last remnants of pleasure rolled off of him and ebbed away as America finished his spasming, and England sighed as he let them go. His vision was already swimming, America's face coming in and out of focus, before sharply focusing again. Soon after, he felt him nest his face in the crook of his neck, and finally untangled his sweaty palm from America's to run his hands through his hair, breathing deep to stabilize his breathing quickly.
"That was amazing..." he whispered after he'd given himself enough time to recuperate, and turned his head to fondly kiss America's neck where it was exposed. There were a few hickeys below that spot, and England suddenly felt triumphant, as if he'd won some kind of a contest. And claimed his prize, the grandest prize there could ever be. America the beautiful in his glorious entirety. "It seems like you're not all that bad after all, you overgrown child."
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Post by America on Sept 18, 2012 20:13:39 GMT -5
America closed his eyes against England's neck, taking a few more minutes to rest, soaking up the praise England bestowed upon him. Not all that bad. Sure, it wasn't as if England was calling him the sex king or something, but being 'not all that bad' was good enough for America, considering it was his very first time ever doing something like that. He still couldn't believe England trusted him enough to let him top. Never would he have guessed that he would have taken the lead like that. He chuckled slightly, his breath coming out against England's skin.
He finally pulled out of his lover, a bit upset that it was all over. He hadn't ever imagined sex would be as glorious as that. It was hot, it was pleasuring, and it was intimate. It was a way to show their undying love for each other, a way that words could never express. It was a way to release all of his feelings, to show England just how much he meant. He let his neck be kissed, smiling brightly, though England couldn't see him at the current moment.
"You were the best, though," he mumbled, wrapping his arms tightly around England's waist. "I don't think I've ever felt so good in my entire life." He knew they should probably move, probably clean up after themselves, probably start their daily routine, but he just didn't want to move. He wanted to stay like this forever and ever, with the smell of sex and sweat lingering around them, with England's body pressed up against his own.
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Post by England on Sept 18, 2012 20:32:28 GMT -5
Post-coital hazes had always been relaxing for England, and considering this one had been his first in over half a century, he couldn't help but feel mellow and calm, only wincing softly when America pulled out of him. He was even relaxed enough to laugh softly and put his cheek against America's hair, breathing deep though all he smelled was sweat and sex. It didn't bother him at all, though, because he liked cuddling and America was cuddling, so he wouldn't complain.
England had always been a hopeless romantic deep inside.
"I'm glad I was able to make you feel good, love." Glad that both of them had enjoyed it equally, and that, by some luck, both of them had quickly followed one another through orgasm. To be honest, England was surprised that his first time with America had gone so well. "I'll probably always hold that over your head, though. Best sex you've ever had. I like that title, as long as nobody else has to know of it, of course." nobody had to know of them. They needn't concern themselves, nor poke their noses into issues that weren't related to them. England wanted to keep his relationship quiet.
Which would be quite the challenge in the next few days while the hickeys faded and until he could walk straight again.
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Post by America on Sept 18, 2012 20:53:45 GMT -5
America looked up, smiling with both his eyes and his lips, unable to comprehend the fact that England was opening up this much to him. He liked this. The sex was great, yes, and the whole after-sex-cuddling was great. Everything was great and America wouldn't have this day play out any other way than how it already had.
"Yeah, like I'd go around telling people I had sex with you." America snorted, kissing England's cheek softly. "I'd rather keep it to ourselves. It's more...more special that way." Although he wouldn't mind if the world knew. Then he could tell them all that England was his and he was England's and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do to pull them away. They were stuck together, stuck together in a perfectly normal relationship. Well, as normal was they would be able to get with their clashing personalities.
At least they both enjoyed loving each other.
"I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" he suddenly asked, straightening up more to search England's eyes, concern lining his own face. "I-I was trying to, uh...be gentle, but..." But he had no idea how gentle he would have to be.
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Post by England on Sept 19, 2012 0:05:05 GMT -5
"Tch, if you said it, then I'd have to kill you." England rolled his eyes, pecking his cheek right back. "Besides, it's none of their business. And if, for some reason, they ever do find out, it'll be because of the marks I left on you." he gently trailed his fingers down the side of Alfred's neck and shoulder, where bright red hickeys were lined up. "And they'll all know you're mine for good." he sighed contentedly, closing his eyes for just a moment. He let himself drift in his blissful haze for a while before opening his eyes to acknowledge America's next concern.
Which was, in his opinion, quite amusing. It was endearing how America was concerned over such trivial things. Sex hurt, of course it did, that was a given, but to admit that he was actually trying to be gentle? That was quite different for England. That was consideration at its best, right there, though England himself was a fan of a bit of roughness and aggressiveness. That, and some kinks that he could already imagine trying out with America in the future. But those would come later. For their first time, it was pretty basic, yet completely satisfying.
"Don't worry about it, love. I'd like it better if you gave it to me a little roughly. I don't really mind vanilla, but you know you can rough me up any time you want." he winked, amused. "Besides, of course it would hurt to a certain degree, with a distinct lack of condoms and lube, but it'll fade in a couple of days. You should know this. I'm no virgin, poppet, and neither are you."
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Post by America on Sept 19, 2012 5:04:34 GMT -5
America sighed, still a bit doubtful. He wished they had actually had condoms and lube, just so it would hurt England a lot less. They'd really need to ask for those before their next supplies came in. Even as awkward as it sounded. He could only imagine how a question like that would go over. But, hey, nations were people, too, and, as with people, they needed to fulfill certain pleasures.
He raised his eyebrows and gave England a lop-sided smile. "Well, uh...I'm not a virgin anymore, you mean," he responded, his voice hushed. So, England did think he had had experience. That was embarrassing to tell him otherwise. America shifted his body slightly, looking away from England. He should be experienced. It seemed all the other nations had sex with each other at some point in time, and the fact that he, big, bad America, had somehow skipped out on all that, was rather humiliating. Although, actually, the more the thought about it, the more he realized he liked sex with England. England was the only one he loved and England was the only one he'd ever have sex with.
Next time, he'd have to remember to be a little more rough. England seemed to like rough.
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Post by England on Sept 19, 2012 8:43:40 GMT -5
"Well I hope you didn't think you were." England rolled his eyes, glancing over at him as he shifted. His entire body suddenly changed, his posture a bit more curved, and though the shift was only a small affair, England could suddenly read the insecurity in his eyes and body language. It was quite a drastic change, which confused England as to what could have been said to cause it, so he quickly looked back in the near past to get a clue as to what had been said.
Was America upset because he thought he'd hurt him? But England had expressedly told him it was alright... Or perhaps he was disappointed for having their first time be something so impulsive, unplanned and unprepared. But they'd both looked like they'd enjoyed it, so did the formalities really matter? England's mind was working hard to find a reason to America's sudden little slump in mood, going over everything they'd said, when it finally clicked in his head. His last sentence. Was it really meant to be interpreted as England interpreted it?
"Anymore?" he inquired softly,suddenly feeling nervous. "Y-You know, your grammar is still horrible. Using the present tense states an action that has just happened, and the word 'anymore' is used to indicate that the state of the object of the sentence has changed in the near past. S-So saying it like you said... It implies that this was... your first time." he shifted as well so he could look at America's reaction. His heart was beating fast, a wave of anxiety rushing up, begging to ruin their moment. "...America?"
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Post by America on Sept 19, 2012 10:00:18 GMT -5
America shrugged his shoulders just slightly, locking eyes with England to notice the anxiety resting within them. Uncertain was to whether or not this was a good thing, America bit his lip, hesitating on his answer. On one hand, he could tell England that he wasn't a virgin, that he just used poor word choice, that he totally knew what he was doing. But that would be a lie, and why would he lie to England after all that? He felt England deserved to know the truth, even if the truth might result in utter humiliation for America.
He should have waited until they got up and quit cuddling. Now the mood was beginning to break apart.
He took a deep breath, wondering how he could actually say what he needed to say without actually...saying it. "You know, it was a great first time," he mumbled sheepishly, ignoring the blush that was rising to his face. "Honest. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. You were awesome, and I think I was pretty good, too."
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Post by England on Sept 19, 2012 14:53:35 GMT -5
"First time for us, or first time for you?" England asked in a hushed voice, looking at him in the eyes to try and figure it out. America was acting awfully subdued for someone who had nothing to hide, and England wasn't stupid. The obvious conclusion quickly followed, and England looked away, ashamed.
"America, I just took your virginity, didn't I?" he mumbled, blushing. Guilt was welling up inside of him very quickly. "I-It wasn't right of me to do something like this without inquiring about your situation first. I should've asked more questions. We should've discussed this beforehand." he turned his wide eyed gaze to America and looked at him for a second.
"I'm sorry your first time had to be in a place like this... If I'd known, I would've done something more, better, not some kind of impulsive morning shag..." if he'd known, he wouldn't have let them go on past the kissing. America deserved better than impromptu, unprepared sex. Of course he felt good, England knew what he was doing, after all, and more often than not, the top did enjoy himself from the beginning to the end. But that wasn't the point. The point was that for their first time, for America's first time, England had taken the idea of special, pre-planned, romantic sex, and had made it into some kind of hot, impulsive, dirty fuck.
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Post by America on Sept 19, 2012 16:18:59 GMT -5
"Sorry?" America blinked, confused at the apology. What would England have to be sorry about? America had exclaimed how great it was. America had shown how great it was, how great he had felt during the entire thing. He had stated that he didn't want it any other way, and sex was supposed to be spontaneous, wasn't it? Planned sex was just strange, and America wasn't sure if people actually did that. Well, some people did, but he and England certainly weren't some people.
"Don't apologize! Like I said, it was awesome! And what the hell would you have discussed with me?" America frowned, a small pout creeping onto his face. "I'm a grown country and I can make my own decisions. If I had wanted to stay a virgin, I would have stopped." He kissed England's cheek, running one of his hands down his lover's neck in a caressing gesture.
When he drew back, he smiled softly. "This was the best you could have done to make me lose my virginity, England. It was special and I'm gonna remember it forever." He was certain he would. There was no way anyone could forget a moment such as this one.
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Post by England on Sept 19, 2012 18:33:56 GMT -5
England only looked at him for a moment longer, worry swimming in his eyes, before sighing and cracking a very tiny smile. He would never stop regretting their awkward location for their first time, but that didn't mean he wouldn't cherish the memory and that he wouldn't long for the day where he could touch America like that again. They were not an ordinary couple, after all, so maybe they could afford to have a different kind of sex life than the norm and traditions dictated. It was just an alibi, of course, but England comforted himself with that thought.
"Well then... In that case, I'm glad I was your first." Knowing that America had not slept with anyone but him gave him a sense of triumph. That, and happiness, knowing he was special to America in more than just one way. He couldn't even remember who he'd lost his own virginity to, but he hoped that America would remember him forevermore, as he promised. At least he was certain never to forget the glorious morning of dull skies and cold air that became so much more between the two of them.
"Did I recently mention the fact that I love you?" He blinked sluggishly, giving him a soft smile before shifting inwards to peck him on the lips. "Because no matter how much of an oblivious air-head you are, I still do."
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Post by America on Sept 19, 2012 19:34:06 GMT -5
America gave a little humming noise in his throat, approving greatly of England's words (and that kiss, because who was he to deny a kiss from England). "I can stand to hear it more," he responded. "And, no matter how weird you are, I still love you." He wanted them to keep on saying this, keep on declaring their love for each other. At least until night fell, anyway, and the other nations started pouring in to get some well-earned rest. He didn't want to move, didn't want to break away from the cuddling, simply to go and do some chores or patrol or whatnot. And he didn't want England to move so that he could go do some paperwork or whatever boring job it was that he did. If only the zombies were gone, they would be able to afford spending a day in bed with each other.
Well, he would prolong their cuddling as much as he could until duty called them. He wrapped his arms around England, kissing his forehead. "Was I your best?" he asked, a twinkle in his eye. "C'mon, admit it, I was the best country you've ever slept with." The only 'best' he could offer at sex, however, was love. And while that might not have counted much for the whole physical aspect of it, America was sure that it might have struck some sort of emotional chord with England.
Experienced or not, America wanted to do all he could to please England.
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Post by England on Sept 19, 2012 21:28:07 GMT -5
"Well then, aren't we a peculiar couple?" England raised a brow at his cheesiness, but didn't comment further when he gathered him in his arms and kissed his forehead. Since they had stopped moving, it was a lot chillier now, so England appreciated the extra contact that helped keep him warm. He'd never admit to being partial to post-sex cuddling, but yes, yes he was. VERY partial to staying in bed and being romantic dorks after sex. Not all the time, of course, since vanilla got old very quickly, but just sometimes, it'd be nice to be held after a good, satisfying love-making session.
He bumped his forehead against America's cheek softly, as if scolding him for his question, and looked at him with a smirk.
"You really think you were the best I've ever had?" he snickered, looking into his eyes, trying to find if he was serious or not. In the physical term of the activity, no, America was not the best sex he'd ever had. He would not give names, but he'd gotten seriously mindblowing no-strings-attached sex from other nations before, so on the technical aspect, America did not score top.
But nobody had ever held his hand, kissed him during sex, or whispered declarations of love to him in the middle of the shag. Nobody had ever held him so closely after they'd finished. Nobody had ever made him feel so loved before. The closest he'd ever gotten to a 'lover' was the frog, and that was a very long time ago (and a mistake, of course), so America, for being the only candidate for the 'emotional fulfillment' category, took the gold on that one. And since that category was worth a lot more than the 'physical fulfillment' category, America was, technically, the best sex he'd ever had.
"Well, I guess you were pretty good." England looked away, blushing, not daring to give him wind of his thought process. "F-For a virgin, I mean." If he'd known America was a virgin, he probably wouldn't have let him top. Then again, seeing how everything turned out great, he couldn't complain. He was just really glad the usually clumsy lad knew in theory what to do and got lucky, and that they really didn't end up having to use his blood as lube.
Bloodplay really had not sat well with him, ever.
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Post by America on Sept 20, 2012 6:01:00 GMT -5
America raised his eyebrows, amusement lining his face. He could deal with being pretty good. Besides, he knew other countries were better than he was at sex. Maybe not the emotional part of it, but they could probably do all those sexual, kinky things that England would like. He still had to learn more about everything. "Well, I'm not a virgin anymore!" he happily exclaimed, loving how awesome it felt to finally be rid of that title he had been ashamed of ever since he learned that countries would sleep with one another. He decided to add it to his list of achievements.
He gave England another kiss before squirming around and grabbing the bedsheets, managing to pull it over their bodies. He needed to remember that it was still winter and, despite how hot everything had been during sex, the chilly air was now quite obvious, even throughout the warehouse. Luckily, England's body was radiating much warmth, something America really liked. It just made cuddling all that more comfortable.
"Why do all the others have sex a lot?" he asked, remembering that sex didn't necessarily mean love. It usually just meant a quick get-away from other worldly materials. "I mean, since I've only had it once, maybe I shouldn't be talking, but I think that sex is the best when you have it with a lover, not just some...nation." He shrugged, smiling down at England. "Like, you were great and all, but I couldn't have done that if I didn't love you with all my heart."
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Post by England on Sept 20, 2012 10:10:44 GMT -5
"Yes, I think we established that a while ago, love." England rolled his eyes at America's enthusiasm, and silently accepted the kiss he gave him, watching him work to pull the blankets up without a word. As hot as America's body was against his, it was still chilly inside, so he appreciated the extra warmth that made post-coital cuddling so much more enjoyable for the both of them. He shifted to fit better in America's arms and laid his head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his chest rise with every breath.
"You wouldn't understand the European mentality because you haven't been around as much." he mumbled in response to America's question. "The Europeans have always been geographically close, so access to other nations is easy. That, and we were the first world powers, so we fought, attacked, and conquered a lot. Sex started off as something awkward for all of us, but by the time the Age of Discoveries rolled around, it had already become a more accepted practice among nations. It was used as a method to display strength during the wars we fought between one another, and established dominance of one nation over the other, especially during the Golden Age of Piracy."
Oh, he'd been there. That was the beginning of his empire, so he remembered topping every nation that attacked him and that he captured in a show of strength and dominance. But he was a lot more violent back then. Violent and desperate to rise up to prove that he was strong, too, just like the French, just like the Spaniards, just like the nations that were growing and slowly building empires of their own.
"After that, I guess sex just lost its meaning. It started being a distraction during war, or a way to blow off steam." God knew he'd had enough hate sex with France to last him a lifetime. "There is still the concept of having sex with the one you love, which started to develop in the beginning of the 21st century, but it's too late to consider waiting for the one you love. Casual sex is something we rarely see anymore between nations, really." Now he would flat-out refuse if he had to sleep with a random nation. Back in the day, he wouldn't even have thought twice.
"Times change, I guess." But at least England knew he'd never get urges to cheat on America. "But I love you. It doesn't really matter past that, does it?"
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