Author's notes: Officially just SMUT! From this point on, Rating has been raised so you've been warned! Enjoy!
France and America broke into radiating smiles; they pulled the man in tight, enjoying this awaited moment and brimming with the future anticipation. No more words were needed, their bodies were free now and they could read each other without shame or ambiguity. They lowered him onto his back and crawled into his arms, faces buried in the crooks of his neck. Their hands synchronised and trickled down England's body, warm confident palms pressing up against his chest. America and France folded their legs over England's so they could nestle closer into either side of his body. They were already grinding soft circles into his legs as the acrobatic fingers travelled downwards towards his cock.
England gasped, his hips thrust the air and he threw his hand up covering his mouth, biting hard into his hand. France gently pulled it away, watching him carefully; he placed a tender kiss on the corner of his lips, letting him know there was no need for hidden emotions anymore, so England pulled him back. Their hands locked together, England deepened the kiss and rolled onto his side gaining better access to the mouth. France's eyes fluttered shut and he was moaning at the invasion, he could feel England's erection press into his stomach as they lay side by side. America watched; he watched the tender entanglement, an embrace that should have been done years ago. He smiled at the tiny moans escaping between breaths, it was getting more desperate and it was making his own cock painful. His hand slithered between the two, securing both of their cocks between his fist and started stroking up and down.
They both inhaled at the intrusion, England arched his back into America. America's strong build was pressed flat against him, supported and safe. He tilted his head back so America could lean into a kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance, a battle of skin and writhing wet muscles. England was at a disadvantage, he twisted his body, pushing America on his back so he was sitting on America's lap, his erection flat against him, he could feel it pulse. He pinned America's hands above his head. The other hand held America's chin, manoeuvring it as he pleased for perfect entry. America became malleable England's tongue met no reservation or objection as England's tongue traced the inner walls of America's mouth. France giggled at the heated exchange, he settled behind England between America's legs and with one swift motion, licked a warm stripe up England's spine. England shivered; forgetting his siege, he laid his forehead against America's and started rhythmically rolling his hips. They were breathing each other's air as the rocking grew with intensity. France pulled him back so England was leaning into him, they both rode America, hips grinding in unison along America's shaft.
France's hand slipped down England's stomach to his dick he stroked it. America saw the move and his hands flew to England's hips squeezing them tightly before fingering the waistband. He started pulling the front down slowly, watching England's expression carefully; still afraid at any moment he could emotionally retreat again. But England held his breath as his erection sprung free the warm air drawing sensitivity to the leaking tip. America couldn't resist and wiggled free of his leg captivity and pounced on England, kissing down his stomach and licking down the contours of tight muscles. He buried his nose in the light brown pubes, he inhaled England's scent, and England watched the display blushing profusely.
America's tongue drew a line up the shaft and settled in the slit. England was holding on to France's forearms for support as France was toying with his nipples. Feathery touches and nail flicks were exciting them and desperate for more, they stood erect from his tight pectorals. France licked behind England's ear who shuddered in his arms, the classic sweet spot. France bit down on the earlobe and caressed it with his tongue inside his mouth as he pulled England's shorts down from the back too. He whispered in his ear before pulling him into a kiss. "I told you, I'd make you beg."
England shivered again but still scoffed: "An Englishman will never bend to a Frog." France chortled at the excited ferocity, he pushed aside his thong and now skin against skin was rubbing between the clefts of England's arse. England saw white. He fell forward, gripping on to America's shoulders who had now completely engulfed him, and was bobbing up and down with a slow and sure certainty, while France was dragging his cock in between his arse cheeks, teasing his hole with each stroke. It was too much. "Wait, wait." He whispered breathlessly. The two men paused releasing England, wide eyes flickered with hesitation, was he calling it off?
"….I want to watch."