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Kink in question: Food kink
America shouldered open the door with three bags of McDonald's in his arms. "Artie? You here? I brought dinner! Where are you, bro?"
A putrid stench flowed from the kitchen. Surely, at the end of that foul-smelling trail would be a brit, attempting to cook, once again, despite enthusiastic discouragement from all who have had the displeasure of eating his food.
"Phew!" America came into the kitchen, nose wrinkling. "Ew, Artie, what the fuck are you cooking in here, a skunk?"
Hiding how offended he was, the Brit straightened up from his frustrated crouch. "I'm baking a cake. I've almost got the recipe down...but it keeps turning out flat...more yeast maybe? Hmm...it doesn't say how much...so I guess I can add more..."
"Um, no, bro, you need baking soda to make it puff up," America informed him, grimacing. He set the bags of McDonald's down and opened up the kitchen window to try and air out the kitchen. "Why're you making a cake? Is it one of our birthdays...or our anniversary...or valentine's day, or something?"
"I was craving something sweet and I figured 'why not make a cake?' So here I am. It's been a while since I've cooked. And yes, I already put baking soda in there. But everyone knows you need yeast to make breads and things rise. And cake is like spongy sweet bread, right? They've both got flour." England was clearly very eager about making this cake.
"Why didn't you just walk to the store to get cake mix and frosting then?" Alfred asked, pulling out a order of fries and digging in. "It's hard to mess up ready made shit, Artie."
"You don't know anything, Al." England shook his head with a condescending smile. "Making things home made are much better than store bought."
America rolled his eyes, stuffing his face with fries until the container was empty. "Yeah, well, I got dinner." He opened up the bags and tossed a salad at the Brit, pulling out a few burgers and fries for himself.
"Ugh," England pulled a displeased frown, "how can you eat that vile, greasy, artificial 'food.'"
"'Cause it's good, bro!" America replied with a laugh, spitting bits of burger in England's direction. "How do you eat that shitty pile of ashes you call food?"
"Because, unlike that slab fried lard on cheap bread, my food is made from completely organic ingredients. You should try cooking once in a while." England didn't like it when someone as tasteless as he insulted his food.
"I do cook, I just dun wanna," America replied, shrugging. He went onto his second burger. "Whenever I cater the Christmas parties I cook everything there! And my awesome glow in the dark cakes."
"Can hardly call that cooking. Your cakes defy physical laws." Something in the oven made a sickening sound, something between a squelch and a pop. "Ah! It's done! They always make that sound when they're done." He slipped on his oven mitts and opened the oven door, pulling out...well...no one could really be sure of what it was except maybe England.
"Um, I don't think cakes are supposed to make any sounds," America pointed out, shoveling more burgers down his throat. "Whenever I make cakes I just put them in and set the timer, and when the timer goes off I take it out and it's awesome. Like me. The hero. Also...what's that?"
"I told you. It's my cake. It only looks a little funny cause I already added the frosting this time." He looked at the disbelieving and disgusted face on America. "I assure you, it's not that bad."
"Uh, no thanks, bro... I wouldn't wanna inhale that shit and keep you from having some." America finished up another burger. "Plus, I'm kinda full." Not at all, he was still feeling slightly starved, but he didn't want to be forced to eat any of England's...whatever it was. "You didn't hand-make the frosting did you?" Because he kinda felt like something sugary...
"I ran out of butter so I couldn't make it this time, but you're not getting your hands on it! I still need it for decorative purposes."
America snorted and opened up the fridge, opening up the drawer for vegetables, and pulled out the can of frosting. "Yeah, well I know where you hide it." He then took a spoon and went out onto the couch to turn on the tv before England could stop him.
"Dammit, America, you bastard!" England looked around for a weapon he could use against America...something sweet that would distract him from the frosting. Aha! Whipped cream! That was sweet! And he's already used what he needed so it'd be fine if he wasted it in the buffoon.
America was already digging into the frosting, shoveling a good spoonful into his mouth. "Hey!" He snatched the frosting from America's greedy hands. "Here, America, I've got something else tasty~" He held the whipped cream can over America's face, ready to spray it into a willing mouth. "Open up!"
"Hey!" America said from behind his mouthful of frosting. he huffed and rolled his eyes as he was offered the whipped cream, but opened his mouth anyway.
"Close your eyes," England whispered sexily.
America sighed and rolled his eyes, but closed them and opened his mouth a little wider. He did find it a little interesting though, and slightly exciting.
England's seductive smile broadened a little, showing off those predatory teeth. He squirted some of the foamy cream into the greedy little mouth.
America immediately swallowed what he had been given, making an 'mmm' sound and licking his lips seductively. He opened his mouth again with his eyes. "Can I do it myself now?"
England licked the cream off the corner of America's mouth. "Let me do it once more, then you can get it from me." He poised the can once again.
America giggled slightly and opened his mouth wide once more, "well hurry up then!"
"You're so cute, America." Arthur's smile turned into an impish smirk. He pushed down on the nozzle and spread whipped cream all over Alfred's face. "Lookin' good, little brother." He leaned in and licked some of the side of the American's face. "Tasty~"
America grunted slightly as he found his face being smeared with a sticky white substance. And he felt very much like he'd just been given a facial. "Are you trying to make me look like I just gave like five guys simultaneous hummers?"
Arthur continued to lick away the the cream that covered Alfred's face, catching his tongue when it darted out to clean his lips. "Hmm...maybe cause you always look so hot after you've filled that greedy mouth with something...tasty..."
Alfred rolled his eyes. "Pfft, your spooge is so not tasty."
Arthur grumbled, "Way to kill the mood." England spurted more whipped cream all over his face, and even a bit into America's ear.
America coughed slightly but rolled his eyes and licked his lips and whatever else he could get that was within reach of his tongue. "It's true though! Your jizz tastes like your food. And that's gross. And also super salty." Though admittedly, he enjoyed that part of the taste.
England knocked the stupid american over the head with the can. "You stupid little brother!"
"Owwww! Domestic abuse! Rape!" America cried out dramatically, actually really hoping that someone had heard him.
"Shut up! You're going to get me in trouble again! I knocked you over the head with a can, you wuss! Who are you, Canada?"
"Who?"
"Canada! The little brother that lives north of you!" He knocked America again.
"Ow! ...Ohhh, you mean my awesome hat!" America nodded, remembering now. "Wait, why are we talking about Mattie? Weren't we just talking about your jizz?"
"I really don't understand how your brain works..." He commented worriedly. "Why can't you just shut up sometimes?" He emptied the rest of the can into Alfred's mouth before walking away. He'd come for what he wanted and had successfully distracted America. Now all that was left to do was finish that cake. It should be cool enough by now.
America coughed as his mouth was filled with the sticky cream. He swallowed and wiped his face of any that was left. "Yeah, well I don't understand how your brain works!" he called after the other, sticking his tongue out at the Brit.
"I'd be amazed if you understood how your own brain worked." The brit snarked. "Seriously, where did I go wrong..."
"Uh, you didn't give me representation and you taxed the shit out of me."
"That doesn't make someone an idiot!" The brit ran a hand through his hair. "I shouldn't have sent the Puritans over first..."
"Yeah! Seriously, I was a virgin until the Cold War!"
"Would you just shut up already! I'm trying to finish my cake!"
"...Ivan's dick is bigger than yours," America shot back childishly, sticking his tongue out at the other, pouting.
England stuttered and cried out in unintelligible gibberish. "If you liked it so much then you should just go and fuck him then!"
"But I hate Russia," America huffed, making a face. "Why would I fuck him when you're my boyfriend anyway?"
"Then don't go telling me about his dick! Next time you go out for burgers, buy some tact why don't you?"
"You started it," Alfred muttered indignantly.
England didn't bother with a response. He just wanted to focus on his desert. He couldn't wait to try some with a cup of tea later. He may not have been the greatest chef, but he was a fiend when it came to tea.
After a while America got bored of just lying on the couch and got up, moving into the kitchen and proceeding to search for food mindlessly.
"What do you want?" England wasn't in the mood to tolerate the idiot.
"Food," America replied, shrugging as he leaned over and peered into the fridge. "'Cause, y'know, I'm in my heroic kitchen. Where the heroic food is kept. For the hero. Which is me."
"Shut up! Idiot!" England used his spoon and broke through the crusty surface of his cake and into the warm, gooey center, scooping out a generous portion and launching it at America. He was equally satisfied and horrified when it splattered against the back of America's head.
America made a very (un)heroic squeal and quickly grabbed the glob of...whatever it was, and turned, launching it right back at the other and successfully smacking him in the face with it.
"Hogeh!" England cried. He wiped the gloppy substance from his face. He dug his hands into his hard work before he could think, launched another attack. "Get out of the kitchen!"
America laughed, ducking and reaching into the fridge, pulling out the first thing he could, which was another can of whipped cream. He launched an attack at England, laughing obnoxiously. "No way!"
"Knock it off! America!" England tried to find something he oculd fight back with. He'd have to brave a dive across the kitchen to the fridge.
"Hahahaha!" America got a good bit of the whipped cream on England's face as he ran past, prompting America to run the exactly opposite direction. He quickly pulled the garbage can in front of him for protection, holding his can of whipped cream out protectively.
England licked the offending cream off his face. Before trying to make it all the way to the fridge, he was able to snag the frosting off the counter. There was another contained in a different drawer. He'd known America would go after. Might as well be prepared.
America knew that while his whipped cream was effective, he had limitations with range. Luckily he could reach a large spoon, and was therefor able to solve his range issues with filling the spoon then flicking the cream at the Brit. He landed a good throw right in England's eyebrows, which sent America into a fit of laughter.
"Two can play at that game." England loaded up his cooking spoon with frosting coated cake...sludge...and flung it. He was happy to hear that he'd hit his target from behind the island counter. He was sure he'd gotten america, if the 'sploot' and a grossed out groan was anything to go be.
"Ewww! It got in my mouth!" There was much sputtering from the American, and as soon as he was able he sent several spoonfuls of whipped cream at England, most of it landing on his face or his chest.
England laughed evilly. "That was revenge for my eyebrows."
"Having to look at them should be punishment enough!" America shot back, laughing between words. He flung spoonful after spoonful of whipped cream at the other, until he ran out and was at a standstill from his lack of ammunition. "Aw fuck..."
"Haha! You're at a disadvantage!" England launched a merciless attack of frosting. Now that his opponent was weaponless, he held the advantage.
"No, your eyebrows are a disadvantage!" Alfred laughed at his own joke, snickering as he tried to dodge each missile of sludge-cake sent his direction. He frowned, having to think of something else to use. He noticed his bags of McDonald's that still had some food in it were still within reach and he quickly grabbed it. "Sorry Mickey D's..." he muttered before he dissected one of the burgers and threw it at England piece by piece.
"Ack! What is this garbage? These abnormally colored chunks of meat could only come from that grease pit you insist upon eating at." England remarked. "If only I hadn't thrown out those stale biscuits...those would've worked well..." He was running out of 'cake' and needed something more...but what?
"Desperate measures, Iggy, desperate measures!" America laughed, flinging more of the burgers at the Brit. He couldn't see much from where he was, so he was mostly just tossing burger blindly at the other.
England dared a peek from behind the island counters. He saw bits and pieces flying up and over from behind the rubbish bin. Stealthily and silently as a cat, he crawled over till he was right behind the can. "Surprise attack!" He pounced, knocking the thoroughly startled American to the dirtied, wooden floor.
America yelped, struggling slightly before he burst into giggles and laughs, making an 'oof' sound as his head connected with the wooden floor. "Ow..."
"Ohh don't worry about it. That empty head is hard as a rock." He knocked his balled up fist against the side of America's head gently, as if to prove his point.
Alfred stuck his tongue out at the other, harrumphing. He quickly wrapped his arms around the Brit's neck and leaned up, licking away a bit of whipped cream on Arthur's cheek with a giggled. He kissed the Brit, letting him taste the sweet cream on his tongue.
"Mm!' England leaned in, putting more pressure into the kiss as he wiped a bit of the chocolate, uncontaminated by 'cake', from America's face. He pulled away and put his chocolate coated finger to his lover's lips.
America eagerly allowed the finger entry, sucking on it gently and running his tongue over the chocolate to get it all. He swallowed around England's finger and pulled off to lick his lips. "Got any more? Y'know, as long as it wasn't that monstrosity you tried to call a cake..."
England sucked on his freshly cleaned finger a moment, relishing America's taste. "You've got plenty more...all over your face." He smiled, "want me to get it for you?" He licked up America's chocolate smeared jaw, "We could share it..."
Alfred purred, arms sliding into England's hair, eagerly kissing the Brit and licking away some whipped cream over Arthur's cheeks and jaw.
Arthur gently bit at Alfred's lip before pulling away to lick at the cream that was slowly sliding down the side of his face and down his neck. He saw that a line of chocolate sliding down beneath Al's shirt collar. He reached to undo the top button.
America groaned and tugged at the hem of the Brit's belt, unlooping it and shoving a hand inside uncerimoneously. "Fuck... Artie, fuck yeah..."
"Ah, shit! Al, slow...slow down! D-Damn...impatient..." England's hands stuttered after he was only able to undo the top button. The chocolate drop was getting away, but his train of though kept getting derailed by America's eager hand.
"We can wash our clothes, it's cool," Alfred assured him, grasping Arthur's cock and squeezing a little less gentle than he probably should. "Hurry up, I fuckin' want it!"
"Ow! Fuck!" In retaliation, England leaned forward and bit the chocolaty collar bone, making sure to leave a dark mark as punishment for America's overeagerness.
America groaned, bucking up his hips and squeezing England's cock again. "Fuck yeah, punish me, Artie~!"
"Such a naughty boy." England unfastened America's shirt and ran his fingers over the sensitive nipples before pinching them between his fingers and giving a harsh twist.
"Ahn~" Alfred whined, lips parted as he panted and writhed beneath the Brit. "F-fuck yeah..." He twitched and bit his lip, reaching down to unfasten his pants.
Arthur slapped Alfred's hands away and brought a knee up to gently grind against the growing buldge. "You'll feel good when I want you to."
"Mm fuck yeah make me your bitch," Alfred groaned, clutching at Arthur's shirt with one hand. "Gonna make me lick whipped cream off your dick? Oh my god- Iggy, let me eat whipped cream off your dick!" Well, now that he had appropriately broken 'character'...
"You want my dick shoved down your throat, Alfie? Lemme see me how bad you want it." He ground his knee against the American dick more roughly than before. He fisted his hand around Alfred's hair and pulled, forcing the head back so he could bit at the exposed neck.
America moaned, still clutching at England's shirt, "oh god, please, Artie, please, please, I want to suck on you cock so bad~!" Mostly he just wanted the whipped cream, but whatever.
England released his hold on America and leaned back, pulling his pants down far enough to comfortably release his throbbing erection, stroking it slowly as he reached for the nearly empty whipped cream can.
"Fuck yeeeah~!" America groaned enthusiastically, licking his lips. "Hurry up!" he demanded, though he knew it still wouldn't get anything done faster.
"For once I'll oblige." Arthur quickly shook the can and sprayed the sweet, white foam across the head and down the shaft, running out of cream right before he reached the base. He cringed at the sudden cold on the hot shaft. He looked up at America with a sexy grin. "You hungry?"
"Mhmm," America replied, eagerly dipping down and letting his tongue roam across the Brit's shaft. It was sweet and slightly melty from being on England's hot flesh. "It tastes so good~!" he moaned, mostly for theatrics as he slid his lips over England's cock and let his tongue lick up the remaining whipped cream.
England slipped his hand back behind America's head, gently pushing, encouraging the eager mouth to take in more of him.
Alfred was more than eager to take in more, throat clenching as he sucked and moaned at the taste, hand coming up to stroke his shaft and bob his head.
The brit couldn't resist the jerk of his hips as Alfred's mouth sucked on the sensitive member. Through his haze of lust, he saw the discarded bowl of chocolate. He grabbed it and drizzled it over his crotch. Then, he had a brilliant idea and reached back and slid America's pants down off his hips and poured the chocolate down the crease.
America yelped, teeth almost grazing England's cock. That was fucking cold! And sticky. Either way, Alfred eagerly licked up the chocolate that was around Arthur's cock, sucking and puffing his cheeks out, then letting them sink in.
"Al, turn around, lemme see your ass." He tried to coax the hungry American off of his dick.
Alfred whined but pulled away and wiped his mouth, then turned around, wiggling his hips a little as he bit his lip.
Arthur spread Alfred's cheeks and slowly licked up the dripping chocolate, stopping at the tight ring of muscle and teasingly penetrated with his tongue ever so slightly.
Alfred moaned, head in his arms with his ass in the air. He groaned and shook his hips, whimpering with pleasure. "F-fuck, Artie..."
The brit dug his fingers into the soft hips, with drawing his tngue and licking away surrounding chocolate. America whined and shuddered. "It tiiiicklllles!"
"Shuddup!" A finger joined Arthur's tongue inside his ass.
Alfred yelped, feeling a bit put off by the Brit's snap. "'ll make your face shut up," he muttered indignantly.
"Shut my mouth you mean?" he withdrew his mouth from Al's ass and just rubbed his thumbs around America's twitching hole. "I can't use it if its shut, now can I?"
America whined and wiggled his hips. "Fuck you in the ass so hard, Artie!" he exclaimed with a pout and a whine.
"Mmm...you wish you could." He continued to tease, only gently pressing against the ring, never dipping inside.
"Nng..." Alfred bit his lip, cheeks red as he whined and rolled his hips back. "F-fuuuuck... F-fuck me already, shiiit!"
"You want it that badly, eh?" Arthur slipped the tips of his thumbs inside, stretching out the resisting muscles. "Here, turn back around."
Alfred moaned and bit his lips, eagerly turning onto his back and spreading his legs for the other.
England was up on top of America in a heart beat, noticing that Alfred had rolled over into some of the food remnants that had been strewn about the kitchen. He leaned in and licked the remain chocolate off before positioning himself at Al's entrance before quickly pushing himself inside.
America moaned theatrically, arching his back and reaching up to slid his fingers into England's hair and grip tight. "Ahn, A-Artie!"
England gritted his teeth as he picked up the pace. He could still feel the sticky resistance of the chocolate, adding extra friction every time he moved.
Alfred groaned, arms sliding down Arthur's shoulders and clawing at his back desperately. The syrup was sticky and getting annoying as it dried, they would both need a long shower after this. But it was totally worth it. No regrets.
