It Runs in the Family
Australia panted, gripping the sheets tightly, before biting on the pillow to muffle a loud groan as he saw stars. "….Ah…There…Fuck!…" He was jerked back roughly by a tug on his hair.
"I t-told you…not…to muffle ih-ah…" Australia's hair was released and the thrusts came harder and faster. He reached down, closing his hand around his bobbing erection, jerking in quick motions as he tried to get closer to completion.
"Just…shut up and…f-finish, Americaaaaah…." He closed his eyes, groaning again before spilling out over his hand. He buried his face in the pillow, riding out his high while America finished above him. After a few moments, America pulled out, falling onto the bed beside him, breathing heavily.
Australia rolled on his side, facing America. "As much as I love breaking in your new furniture with you, what was wrong with the old bed?" He'd liked the old bed. It had just the right amount of give, and made those really pleasing squeaks. Not to mention the headboard had those cracks all over it from the first time he'd taken America on it. It was a good, sturdy bed that could even handle America coming undone. This one? Well, Australia was pretty sure they both knew why America had opted to top today: they didn't think the bed could take it the other way around.
America groaned and rolled into Australia, burying his face in his chest. As much as Australia loved when he did that, he nearly missed the muffled response.
"England and France were over last week."
Australia raised a brow. If it was anything like what happened when they had dropped by his humble abode a month earlier, he could absolutely understand why there was a new bed and sheets.
"And they got drunk and thought my room was the guest room." America pulled back and looked at him. "And they totally went at it! I thought they hated each other and there they were, bickering and fucking."
Australia chuckled, rolling on his back. America slumped over,with the motion, staying on his chest. "You too, huh? Those blokes bang like a dunny door, don't they? I'd rather drag my balls through broken glass than see them 'ave a go again."
America peered up at him from where it seemed he had been falling asleep. "They did it to you too?"
Australia nodded. "Had a barbie with the Commonwealth and then some last month." He blinked as America's brows furrowed, as though counting something. "Don't go thinking like that, mate. Of course I invited you. You had to do something with your boss, remember? We got busy over the phone."
America smirked at the memory. "Oh yeah, I remember that." He stretched his back in an almost feline matter before rolling off Australia. "You'd think they'd be more careful after you caught them. I mean, who the hell does it in their kids' beds? …Are we their kids? It doesn't matter. We're close enough, and there's just things you don't do, no matter whose bed it is."
Australia nodded. "Right. So, let's do it to them."
America glanced over at him. "What?"
Australia rolled on his side to face him again. "So, we'll go over to their place and do it to them." America turned so he was facing him, face devoid of any thought. Australia cleared his throat. "I mean, we don't have to…I just thought we could give it a burl…"
America leaned in, kissing him hard. "You're a fucking genius, and I know just how we'll do it, too."
Australia grinned. He fucking loved this guy.