Beads of perspiration trickled down my face as I watched him look away. The heat was getting to me. But as the dirty thoughts entered my head, I felt bad instantly for thinking of him almost as a toy and that just led me to want to touch him even more.
I thought I was dreaming when he turned back, leaned towards me and bashfully whispered into my ears.
"Well... if you want to that badly..."
I wanted to exclaim, "STOP BEING SO HOT!" but I think he got my message all the same when I expressed it by wrapping my arms around his waist and moving them down to grope his ass. I expected a crude remark or two but all I got was a shy blush. Seeing as he quickly placed his head on my shoulder, he must be really trying to hide his bashful face. Man, he's so cute.
But a mischievous idea crept into my mind and I knew that I just had to do it. I'm gonna punish him for not showing me his face. I'm gonna make him feel so good that he'll be begging me to make him come.
Holding onto his firm ass, I rubbed it in a circular motion.
"A-Ah..."
Did he... did he just moan? We're just getting started and he feels that good already?
"A-Aphrodisiac... that's probably what France gave you..." His voice shakes and he speaks in harsh whispers as I feel his body trembling.
So he knew it all along then. But I'm still glad my plan worked out well. But... is the drug the only reason why he wants to do this with me? Am I... just another toy? I don't... want to be England's spoilt baby brother...
Visions of our war of separation flooded my mind and my windpipe felt constricted. I had to come back to reality... but I couldn't. It was too much for me to take. I don't want to remember how it felt when we parted because I wasn't sure if we would able to reconcile again. But still... I had a chance... and I took it.
"E-England..." Upon hearing his name, he meets my gaze and without any signposting, I pull him in for a tender kiss. As our lips contact, a wave of sweetness caresses my entire being and a warm sensation fills my soul. It's almost like a sweet victory, like I finally won over his heart. Maybe not quite... but I can say we're almost there. Does he... want to go all the way?
As our lips parted, I gaze into his beautiful green eyes clouded with pure lust and found my breath being taken away. That was the moment I knew that we could never go back to just having a brotherly relationship again. But uncertainly still continued to prick at my skin, making it crawl.
We can... we can still go back if we stop now. I don't know how England feels about me, I don't know how he used to feel about me, I don't know whether the drug's making him do this or if it's on his own accord. I don't know anything. Most of all, I don't know whether I should stop. Or continue.
"H-Hey England... do you want to... go all the way?" I held my breath as I awaited his answer. I don't want him to say no, but I can't force myself on him either.
To my surprise, he nods his head without a moment's hesitation. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I had to make an extra effort to keep them from spilling over. I shouldn't get my hopes too high, he just likes me enough to be fine with doing this with me.
Even if that's the case, I can't hold back anymore.
I could feel his muscles tense up as my hand travels up his shirt, caressing his chest. He turns away again as I gave his nipples a pinch and an unintended moan escapes his lips. I felt the blood rush to my genitals.
Without giving him any time to react, I pulled up his shirt, leaving his chest completely exposed and brought my face close to it. Sticking out my tongue, I could feel the erectness of his nipples. I could feel an aura of lust begin to envelop us as my tongue brushed the tip of his nipples.
After this, there's no going back, is there?
