England was laid on his bed curled up in fetal position; he had discarded his jacket which was laid on a chair. He was stripped down to a lose tie, unbuttoned shirt and his trousers. He always felt more relaxed when he was able to take off his uniform; he felt lighter and less constricted. While he took his duties as a nation seriously; it was nice to just relax sometimes.
Scotland was laid beside him his arms around him; England was buried in his chest almost asleep. He had almost forgotten how cute England was when he was sleeping; like a small child. Back when they first started dating before their engagement; England would snuggle into bed with him when he couldn't sleep. Since then England's sleeping face was in his top 5 favourite expressions of him.
"You smell nice" England mumbled from Scotland's chest. His familiar scent made England feel all fuzzy inside. England had a lot of favourite smells; but Scotland's familiar smell of whiskey, tabacco and heather was his favourite. On the rare occasion he smelled like the ocean; which reminded him of after their first battle when Scotland was independent.
Scotland chuckled "I didnae ken ye found ma scent sae attractive" he teased fondly burying his face in England's blonde hair. Other nations complained about his smell a lot; saying he needed to take a shower. But England was the only nation who loved his aura of whiskey and tobacco; while he didn't admit it he was very happy to hear that from him.
England pouted "You should know by now I do" he mumbled crossly. God Scotland was really teasing him today. Why couldn't he just shut up and let him enjoy being able to touch him. He had been so lonely without him it hurt; it was never easy being away from his lover for so long.
Scotland smirked "Are ye sulking Arthur? Didnae think ye still did at yer age" he teased fondly. He knew England loved him; he just liked hearing him say it.
England looked up crossly his cheeks flushed red "You're one to talk after you're little entrance earlier" he snapped defensively. He accused him of being childish when he stormed up to the world meeting; kissed him in front of everyone and almost started a fight with America. His husband sure had some funny ways of showing his affection.
Scotland frowned "Wee below the belt Arthur" he muttered defensively. He only acted that way because he got tired of waiting for him; he had been at his their house an hour before he got fed up of waiting.
"You bloody well started it" England answered bluntly a cheeky smile appearing. He loved seeing Scotland get annoyed; it was very amusing. He was one of the few nations that was capable of getting under his skin; which he took great pride in.
Scotland's eyebrow twitched crossly; England had certainly developed some sass while he had been gone. It seemed the blonde needed reminding who he was messing with.
"You look cute when you're mad" England teased fondly. The way his cheeks hinted a subtle blush, his cute pout, the way his green eyes lit up; yep so fucking cute.
Scotland got up slowly and grabbed England's hand; before the blonde could think he was flipped onto his back with both hands pinned either side his head. His dark green eyes pierced the lighter ones of his lover; he had forgotten who it was he was talking to. While he loved how cute England was; he had forgotten who was in charge.
"I see ye hae picked up some sass while I was awa" Scotland said sharply. If there was one thing Scotland didn't approve of it was sass. He may have had a temper himself; but what he didn't stand for was attitude.
England felt a shiver of fear run down his spine; he had only meant to tease Scotland. He didn't like that look in his eye. He knew that he was for it now. However he was also very aroused at the position he was in; he liked it when his lover was in control. He felt his trousers tighten as a small bulge started to form; it was noticeable as of yet. However if Scotland continued; there would be no turning back.
Scotland used one hand to pin both England's hands above his head; he then untied England's tie slowly. His eyes burned with hunger as he saw the flush of his lover's cheeks.
"Scotland...wait a..." he began nervously. He could have at least let him prepare; it had been a while after all. If he was fucked dry it would hurt like a bitch and he wouldn't be able to sit for weeks; that and he would cry hard.
"Quiet" Scotland said firmly. He had waited for what seemed like forever to touch England again; he had been holding back for his sake. But after what he teased him like that he had asked for it. He was going to teach him a lesson he would bloody well never forget.
England swallowed nervously his face turning white; yep Scotland was serious. He had definitely awoken the beast within. He just hoped he wouldn't be too rough; or it would really hurt.
Scotland pulled the tie from around England's neck and fastened it tightly around his hands. He then bound the blonde haired nation to the bed tugging on the knot briefly making sure it would not loosen. He nodded when he was content with the bindings of his lover. He then allowed his eyes to roam down and meet the gaze of his lover. God he looked so fucking cute when he was scared.
"A...Alistair what..." England stammered nervously. While he was used to passionate fucking with Scotland; he had never tied him up before. He was feeling a bit scared at the new behaviour of his lover.
Scotland lowered his face to England; his sharp canines prominent. He loved seeing England look a little scared; it heightened his senses and pleasure. He always seemed to react better when he was a little scared. When he told ghost stories to him England would always be a bit jumpy afterward. When he comforted him he always seemed to react more. He had learned over time that England was more sensitive when he was scared.
He held one hand on the same knot he had tied England's hands with; the other was keeping him positioned above his lover. His lips were inches away from his lovers; he could feel his breath upon his lips; fast and afraid.
"Dee ye trust me Arthur?" Scotland asked solemnly his green eyes gentle. While he came across as a jackass with a scary temper; he was not the type to force anything upon his lover. Sure he liked to take control; but he would never fuck England without consent.
He knew Ireland had a few one night stands while pissed which was fine; he had a few amusing drunken fucks with England when they were both pissed. However he had never taken England by force when drunk; not even when England was the one drunk.
The idea of hurting his lover was something he daren't think about. While he could be as cold, ruthless and bloodthirsty as a beast; he was also capable of being protective, loving and gentle too. If England asked him to right now he would leave him alone and simply go make some tea. The fun would be over and they would simply joke about it after; he would never push England beyond his boundaries.
England blushed gently; while he was a bit afraid of this he knew Scotland would never hurt him. He was not the type to push him beyond his comfort zone; if he said stop Scotland would stop and wouldn't do it again. "Always..." he whispered shyly. One thing he would never stop doing was trusting Scotland; after all the years they had been married his trust was unwavering. He was one of the few nations he could trust.
Scotland smiled fondly; no matter what he would always have him beside him. He knew that he would never hurt him; unless it was the naughty kind. But when it came to matters of personal and emotional levels; he would never hurt England.
He leaned forward and kissed England hard; another passionate kiss only this time he used his tongue. England allowed entrance and closed his eyes enjoying the kiss; his cheeks flushing red.
Their tongues danced inside their mouths fighting for dominance; England pushing forward wanting to feel more; his erection growing tighter in his trousers. He wanted him, he yearned for him; god he needed him now.
Eventually Scotland pulled away panting heavily his cheeks flushed red from their kiss. England looked exactly the same; except more wanting, more needing.
"Alistair...please!" England whimpered desperately. He wanted his husband to fuck him now; he wanted to receive his love after being apart for so long.
Scotland smiled cheekily; how could he say no to that face (but more importantly that voice). He cupped England's cheek with the hand he had been leaning on "As you wish my love" he said playfully.