America and England's bodies collided and moved in perfect sync with each other. His large hands ran down England's naked back and around his torso before taking a tight hold of his hips. He arched over England's back as his hips continued to smack back and forth. America then leaned down and panted harshly into England's ear.
The only sounds filling the room were the loud smacks of skin to skin contact and moans that were loud and almost aggressive. America pounded as hard as he could into England's smaller body, which only encouraged louder sounds of pleasure from the both of them. England whined and grabbed hard at the bedsheets in front of him, squeezing them tight enough to pale the colour of his knuckles. His chest pressed down into the mattress and he held his ass higher as he whimpered and moaned America's name. His entire body was hot and flustered in response to the way America was thrusting in and out of him. America shuddered and dug his fingers tightly into England's soft hips as he fucked himself to completion.
America tilted his head back, his hip movements becoming more jagged and unsteady as the pleasure overflowed. England trembled when he felt America finishing inside him. He hung his head and arched his back as he gasped and moved his hand down to his own dick so he could finish himself off.
The air was still hot and heavy as their sweaty bodies collapsed into the crumpled bed sheets. Their hair was equally messy and they were panting as they came down from their shared climax. England groaned as he rolled to lay on his side, facing America, who had rolled to face in the other direction. America stretched his arms up over his head and released a loud groan as he yawned. He then reached for his glasses that had been placed on the bedside table earlier.
"Dude that was totally awesome!" He laughed proudly as he put his glasses back on. England grunted and rolled to lay on his back. He stared up at the ceiling and felt the pressure of an oncoming headache squeeze at his temples. He was still struggling to catch his breath and was genuinely surprised America was ready to talk.
"I'm glad you had a good time," he huffed disappointedly. His flat tone had America quickly roll over to fully face England.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked in a slightly dejected voice. England's brows furrowed in silent thought as he looked off to the side, away from America.
"I'm sick of only doing it your way," England responded honestly. He slowly sat up and groaned as his tired body moved him. "You're always taking complete control and never give me a second to have any input you... fucking wanker! I refuse to keep sleeping with someone who keeps being unfairly rough!" He said as he crossed his arms. His words made America sit up and stare at England in disbelief.
"That's not fair at all!" He exclaimed, making England flinch from the volume America reacted with. "You could've said so earlier if you had a problem!" He spoke loudly again, which made England feel more tired. "Besides, I thought you liked it when I was rough… You looked like you were really enjoying it..." England reluctantly turned his head to look at America when he exchanged his tone for something softer. It was moments like that when England found his heart beating a little faster, especially when America's cheeks burnt a light red. England couldn't help but think about how America reminded him of a lost puppy. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"I don't mind the roughness… you just get.. over excited," he explained gently. He thought back to how their fuck had started today when America had quickly dragged him to an empty bedroom and just jumped straight into the sex without any foreplay. England would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy quick sessions like that, but he couldn't help but find himself getting tired of it. America whined and slumped into the bedframe.
"Dude- that frickin' blows," he sighed. England rolled his eyes and slowly pulled himself out of bed now that he had calmed down. He looked around for his clothes and began dressing himself.
"We can talk about it more later. We're already late for the meeting because of your bullshit this morning," England stated as he pulled his pants on. He felt uncomfortably wet in his underwear but they were running late and he knew they needed to go, so it would be a problem he can deal with later.
England's words had been playing in the back of America's mind all day. He found this annoying because it distracted him from a lot of important business that was being discussed during the world meetings he was supposed to be paying attention to. He was trying to figure out a way for himself to be rough with England but also provide whatever it is he needed during sex.
The meeting was coming to an end when France had decided to take note of America's unusual mental absence. He laughed suggestively and leaned into America, who initially hadn't taken notice of France's touch. France slipped his arms around America's shoulders and rested his chin on America's head.
"Why so quiet today America?" His voice was suggestive and somewhat cheeky. America looked to England before looking back at France.
"Wait- what did I miss?" He asked distractedly. France looked across the table to where England was sitting and smirked knowingly.
"Ohhhohohooo~ so you're busy daydreaming about our cute little Britain?" He teased. America blushed and stood up; pushing France off him in the process.
"Ew no way dude!" He cackled. "Why would I daydream about that old geezer here?" He spat, then laughed awkwardly. His reaction was completely obvious and very telling. France continued to smirk and laugh. England became angry quite quickly from the insult and stood up himself.
"Oh fuck off you wanker!" He yelled back as he flipped America off. America started laughing, and France joined.
"Whaaaat you are old!" America insisted with another loud cackle. England was almost fuming with anger.
"Yeah? And that slimy frog next to you is even older!" It was an insult as pointless as the fight that broke out between them. A fight where England was yelling and America was laughing was eventually broken up by Germany. The world meeting came to a lackluster end, sending the countries their separate ways.
England had been leaving with the intention of heading to his hotel when America stopped him. America looked around to make sure they were alone before he pulled England aside. They stood in a secluded hallway that was away from where the other nations were leaving the building. They weren't trying to keep their relationship a conscious secret from the other countries considering it was very obvious they were a couple, however, they did like to keep it private and between the two of them. America looked from left to right a final time to check his surroundings before smiling down at England.
"Any plans for tonight?" He asked suggestively. England knew exactly what the smile on his face meant. He was horny and wanted to take England home. England sighed and rubbed his temples, already feeling the effects of an oncoming headache.
"Honestly America… I'm still sore from the way you treated me this morning. Aren't you at least a little tired?" He asked. America laughed and put his hands on his hips.
"No way dude! I've got enough energy to do like- at least three rounds." He said with beaming confidence. England felt increasingly tired the longer he stood there. He crossed his arms and shook his head.
"Not tonight America, I'm too tired for that kind of stuff," his voice even sounded exhausted when he spoke. He knew that if he had agreed to take America tonight it would be another session of rough, fast sex where America focused mostly on himself and just getting off. America frowned deeply and reached forwards to grab at England's hands. England took a step back and sighed. "Look, I already told you this morning… you're too impatient. If you can't take your time and slow down then I refuse to sleep with you." His words were stern but they hit America where he needed to be hit. America's frown deepened and he nodded slowly in understanding.
"Will I see you soon?" He asked timidly. England broke his stern composure to nod. He stepped forwards and pulled America into a gentle hug.
"Of course you will," He said with warm certainty. America sighed and wrapped his arms around England. He held on and squeezed tightly, making England groan and laugh. He playfully slapped at America's back until he let go of him. England huffed and looked up at him. He did really love America, but that was something he was still awkward with actually telling him.
The next world meeting they attended together was a drag. It was one of those really political meetings where the countries discussed genuine problems in the world, but like usual no one had any real solutions. America had been trying to get England's attention throughout the meeting, and he was met with no response.
He tried to get England's attention through flicking paper at him and trying to whisper at him from across the room. This time England wasn't even intentionally ignoring America; he had just been caught up in his own thoughts about how much he missed him and was trying to think of ways he could calm America's speedy sex drive.
England had gotten into some graphic thoughts where he was imagining a way to calm America that he was progressively becoming more fond of when America tossed a scrunched up ball of paper at his head. England had been rudely shaken out of his thoughts and stood up to glare across the table at where America was laughing. It reminded England of when America was a child and would do silly things like this to get his attention.
"Well? What was that for?" England asked loudly, interrupting China from speaking. China clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval to the interruption and mumbled to himself about how disrespectful England is. America held his stomach and laughed.
"Dude it wasn't me I swear!" America cackled and tilted his head back to laugh even harder. "It was Spain!"
"Qué?" Spain groggily woke up from his nap when he heard his name. England looked over at the sleepy, confused Spaniard, and shook his head.
"I'm not dense! I know you threw that! Bloody idiot!" He yelled as he pointed an accusatory finger at America. This broke out into a yelling match between the two where England was pissed and America was laughing. This unprofessional behaviour was the last straw for their bosses.
America and England were called to a separate room by their bosses when the world meeting ended. They were lectured on not paying attention and being too caught up in eachother, leading to their bosses giving them a warning and threatening to separate them. America whined and tried to fight against it, but England disapprovingly shook his head and told him it was for the best. They were due for a small break from each other anyways.
It had been a few months since England and America were intimate with each other due to the threat of professional separation. They were also coincidentally busier with their own professional matters during this time. Something also always came up every time they had the opportunity to see each other, which was extremely irritating for both of them. They would sit in long meetings, hoping to spend time together afterwards, only to be dragged in separate directions to the next event. This time however, America and his boss were sent to London for important business with England and his boss. America tried to plan ahead this time. He still wouldn't have as much time with England as he would have liked, but he managed to get an extra day in the UK so he could hopefully see England after their meeting.
Sitting through boring meetings, especially when sitting close to each other, made time drag on. They had been seated next to each other for hours and England could feel America's prying hand or foot throughout the time they had to sit there and be professional. At one point America even had the balls to put his hand on England's inner thigh.
They missed each other and were both just as desperate for intimacy as the other. England had even begun missing America's rough impatience during the time they had spent apart. He had found himself feeling bad for ending things on a sour note from the lat time they had sex.
Each minute of the meeting and all of their professional work dragged on for what felt like forever. Then it was finally over, and they could go somewhere more private and actually greet each other properly.
It was late afternoon when they were able to leave the office they had met in. It was a cool, cloudy afternoon outside when America said goodbye to his boss. They had walked out of the meeting and were heading towards a carpark. He then turned to England, flashing an expectant grin. England crossed his arms and returned a flat expression.
"We're not going to my place straight away," England said sternly. America scoffed, pretending to take offence to England's assumption.
"I was actually going to ask you to lunch first," America playfully huffed. England's expression softened when he heard America's proposal.
"Oh… right… well, what do you have in mind?" He asked with hesitant shyness. America didn't often organise things or invite England to places, so he was beginning to feel rather excited at the thought of going somewhere. He kept this feeling to himself though.
America's choice in lunch venue was a small burger joint. England wasn't surprised considering the man was a walking American stereotype that lived on a diet of burgers anyway, but he was glad he had at least chosen a nicer place. It was a small chain festering that had higher quality burgers than a fast food place.
They sat down to eat and America ordered one of the biggest, beefiest, greasiest burgers on the menu. Whereas England decided on a much smaller chicken clubhouse sandwich. They also ordered hot chips to share between them and some drinks. They spoke about basic things to begin with, a general catch up since it had been a while since they last sat down to talk about themselves.
They were served their drinks when America started talking to England in between sips of coke.
"Were you serious about not sleeping with me if I don't calm down?" England was slightly thrown off by how serious America suddenly sounded. Not to mention the question had literally come out of nowhere. He blinked and processed the question before answering.
"Yes," it was a simple answer. America looked around before leaning closer to England, who was sitting across from him.
"But what if I can't control myself?" America sounded insecure when he spoke, and it made England's heart ache. England shrugged and leaned back in his chair.
"Then no sex. I want you to take things at my pace for once. There's no need to be so selfish all the time America," England's tone made America feel like he was being told off.
"Dude that fucking sucks, especially when you like when I'm rough." America groaned and slumped against the table. England smiled fondly and put his hand in America's hair.
"Don't beat yourself up over it America…" He said warmly. "Just calm down and let me control it next time. I…" He hesitated and blushed darkly. He timidly looked to the side. "I do still love you… so don't worry…" America looked up at England and grinned.
"AHAHAHA! That's so cheesy bro!" America laughed. He took a hold of England's hand and kissed his knuckles. "You're so freakin' weird sometimes," he laughed harder. England's blush only darkened as he watched America with loving eyes. He couldn't help but think America was an absolute wanker… but he was a cute wanker.
They headed straight back to England's house as soon as the official business was over. They sat silently in England's car throughout most of the drive, which England noticed was out of character for America. The thought of America acting unlike himself made him scoff and release a soft, breathy laugh.
"What? Got no more cheeky insults for me?" He said in reference to the last times they had been in meetings together with the other countries which had ended in petty arguments. America laughed and shook his head.
"Nah, waaaayy too tired for that," America chuckled as he slumped back into the passenger chair and gently rubbed his full tummy. What he actually meant by tired was that he couldn't wait to be out of this stupid car and making out with stupid England.
"Aww, I was really looking forward to your potty talk too," England teased.
Silence fell between them again. It wasn't awkward, but it was definitely stiff. America was distracted by those same thoughts about what England had said the last time they had sex. He had said he was tired of America being so rough with him, so he wasn't sure how to approach him once they were alone in England's house. America had thought that taking England on a lunch date might help him feel like he was taking his time but… he knew that he instinctually would want to tackle England and fuck him at the door the second they're alone in his house.
The car ride was finally over, and England had parked at his home. He suddenly felt on edge when he knew he would be taking America into his house. He wasn't on edge because he was afraid, it was more of a nervous excitement for the sex that was waiting for him. He can't lie to himself… he knows as soon as they're inside it's going to happen. They haven't been alone together in months and the sexual tensions have been steadily building. The car ride was especially full of it.
They walked into England's house and America couldn't hold back. He had given himself a pep talk on not being rough with England but he didn't care. America pushed England up against the back of the door as soon as the nation had put his car keys down. England gasped and was going to yell, but America's hot mouth had beaten the words to his lips.
England felt as though he had melted against both America and the door. He opened his mouth and let America's tongue slide against his own. America pressed his body against Englands and held onto his face. His hands then moved down to England's hips. He held onto England's hips with a strong grip then pressed his leg between England's thighs. England felt himself become hotter in the face as his tongue rubbed against America's aggressively strong one. England had always loved the way America tasted despite his disapproval of the country's diet. England felt himself become dizzy as he kissed America harder. His tongue licked along America's before he pressed it into America's mouth. America moved his hands so that he was supporting England's lower back better. He pulled him impossibly closer. England could feel America's hardening cock on his hip. He groaned and broke the kiss.
"Oi-" His voice was muffled when America's mouth was back on his. He grunted and turned his face to the side. "Oi-" He said again. "I told you last time not to be s-"
America had taken a hold of England's jaw with his hand. He forced England's head back to facing him. "Let's fuck now," America mumbled as he resumed kissing England, who couldn't help but melt back into America's kiss. He was letting America distract him, and soon enough he'd be letting America take full control again. He grunted and shook his head.
"Well- I want to try something new." England's voice was firm, and it was enough to pull America out of his horny daze.
"Something new?" America was panting slightly as he held onto England. His grip was strong and England knew that he was no match for America when it came to physical strength. This was how he was often overpowered by America when they got excited for sex.
England nodded. "Yeah, something new.. Now let go of me! We should at least go to the bedroom before you start acting like some horny pig." America had let go of England while he was talking. England uselessly adjusted his clothes and cleared his throat. "Come now," he said as he walked further into his house.
England turned on his bedroom light as he entered, with America right behind him. America was curious and trying to think of literally anything England could want to try that would be new.
"Sit on the bed," England said. His voice had been kind, but firm. America, who was still confused, sat down on the bed and reclined back.
"Sooo Britain.. What do you have in mind?" He asked with a cheeky smirk. He moved himself to the middle of the bed so he could relax further. England smirked and stood at the foot of the bed. His eyes trailed down and caught sight of America's shoes.
"Why the hell would you keep your shoes on you cockhead! Take them off! Bloody idiot!" England yelled as he smacked at the bed beside America's feet. America laughed and started kicking off the shoes.
"Yooo dude relax! I'm taking them off!" He laughed loudly and took off the shoes. England sighed and squeezed the bridge of his nose. He then sighed and crossed his arms.
"Take off your shirt too. It'll make things easier." England said as he removed his own shoes and socks. America leaned forwards to take off his jacket and shirt then relaxed back into the bed. England loosened his own top before talking to America.
"We're moving at my pace today," his voice was suggestive and confident. "You're going to do everything I say, and you won't move on your own. You'll only move if I tell you to move." He started to undress.
"Fuck yeah, so like- is this one of those kinky BDSM things?" America asked as he enthusiastically followed England's lead by removing all of his clothes. America looked at England's naked body and blushed lightly. He couldn't help but think he was an attractive guy. England rolled his eyes from both America's comment and his staring as he reached under his bed where he had put some old rope. It was a thin, soft kind of rope.
"No, I'm not interested in completely dominating you. I just want you to slow down and listen for once," he said as he sat himself beside America. "Stupid boy," he sighed and held an opened palm in front of America. "Now shut up and give me your wrists." He ordered.
America raised an eyebrow as he looked at the rope England was holding. He hesitantly held his wrists out and smirked. "Are you gonna tie me up?" He asked with a cheeky smile. England huffed and used the rope to make makeshift handcuffs on America's wrists and ignored the excess length. He tied them to a tightness that America could be comfortable in that also restricted wrist movements.
"No, just tying your hands so you don't get carried away," England sighed. America's eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his hands. He knew he could easily break out of them, but he had to admit it was decently tied. He studied the knot and laughed.
"AHA duuuude is this a bowline knot?" America laughed as he looked at the way England had tied his 'handcuffs'. England scoffed.
"Shut up! It worked didn't it!" England yelled defensively. America laughed harder, and England rolled his eyes and sat back. He took a hold of America's wrists and untied the boating knots. America's laughing calmed as he watched.
"Awww I didn't mean to kill the mood- it's funny that you're still a pirate deep down," America chuckled. England huffed then smirked as he sat himself back and readjusted how he was holding the rope. He chuckled in a low tone to himself.
"Put your arms behind your back then," he said as he sat himself beside America, who scoffed and looked at England as he complied and put his arms behind his back.
"And you're sure this isn't kinky?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. England silently tied America's arms behind his back, but instead of handcuffs he opted for a simple arm binder. It wasn't the nicest shibari work but it restricted America and kept his arms and hands behind his back, and that's what England needed.
"It's just so that you don't go and get carried away like the wanker you are," England huffed then moved himself between America's naked legs. He looked down at America's erection and smirked. "Doesn't seem like you're going to complain about getting a little kinky though," England chuckled. America pressed his arms against the rope restraints. This kind of tying was more effective than the handcuffs because America felt he could have easily broken out of these, whereas the position of his arms behind his back was a bit tougher.
England looked down at America's hard dick; it was thick and red and subtly throbbing. England blushed and laid himself down. America was leaning forwards and silently watching him. England huffed and pressed his hand to America's chest to gently push him against the headboard. "Relax back." His voice had that kind of kind firmness to it again that made America silently oblige… 'I guess old habits die hard,' America thought to himself. He shuffled back and opened his legs a bit more for England. His face was red with embarrassment as he watched the older nation shuffle forwards and wrap his hands around the base of America's cock. America twitched at the feeling of finally having his dick touched and looked down at England.
"Duuude are you gonna suck me off?" He asked with a light laugh. England scowled and leaned forwards to lightly lick his tongue over America's knob.
"I won't if you keep shit talking," he huffed. America chuckled and relaxed further into the bed as England got himself comfortable. England began massaging and rubbing the base of America's dick as he parted his lips and gently teased the tip. America sighed and closed his eyes, his whole body relaxing around the relief of having his dick touched.
England opened his mouth so he could press his flat tongue along the underside of America's cock and knob. He licked from the base to the tip then swirled his tongue around it to further tease America. England's tongue then rubbed against America's urethra, causing America to slouch forwards and release a heavy moan. England continued rubbing his tongue on that spot before he took America into his mouth and started to gently suck. He breathed deeply through his nose and sucked on America's dick. America shuddered and rolled his hips to try and push himself further into England's mouth. England allowed it for a moment as his mouth adjusted to America's thickness. He sucked lightly and rubbed his tongue on the underside of America's cock. England pressed his mouth further down. He had been moving at his own pace so was having no issues with taking America into his throat.
America watched the way England's head started to bob up and down. He could feel the pleasure building around his cock and it made him moan. He felt a familiar pressure in his dick and the pit of his stomach that made him grunt. He attempted to move his hands to hold England's head but they were restrained behind his back. He grunted in annoyance this time. He wanted to feel more. This want made him thrust his hips upwards so he could fuck his dick deep into England's throat and mouth.
England gagged hard when America's cock hit the back of his throat. He choked and pulled his mouth off America with a cough. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sniffled, his eyes also tearing up slightly.
"Don't do that!" He groaned. America laughed and shook his head.
"Sorry Britain- I just wanna feel more. You're going too slow..." America complained as he swayed his head from left to right. "Untie me so we can do it properly," he insisted. England chuckled and started rubbing his hands up and down America's cock. He held the member with both hands and slowly wanked him.
"I already told you we were doing things at my pace today," England said pointedly. America whined and huffed. He decided to try and relax as much as he could so he could enjoy England's slower pace.
England then resumed sucking America's dick. His lips were wet and he slowly slid his mouth up and down as he sucked America. He eventually took America into his throat. It was at his pace now which was more comfortable for him. England shivered when he felt America's cock lightly tickle the back of his throat. His own dick had been hardening and he took the time to gently rub it against the bedsheets while he sucked America.
America could feel that building pleasure in his balls and dick. He knew he was getting closer. England had started rubbing the base of his dick while his mouth and throat teased his knob. England gradually started moving his head faster, which made America tense and breathe heavier. He moaned and lifted his legs so he could plant his feet beside England. He moved his hips a bit so he could fuck himself into England's mouth.
America's moans became deeper and he was grunting breathily, which signalled to England that he was getting closer. America pressed his knees to either side of England's head to try and get more grip as he fucked himself upwards. England relaxed and moved his head faster to match America's speed.
"F-Fuck dude- Britain- I-" America's voice was thick with pleasure. He was about to cum. So England pulled away completely. The cold air hit America's wet, throbbing cock and he whined dramatically. "Yo! What the fuck-?" He growled. England sat up and wiped his mouth again.
"Be patient," he said with a gruff voice. America's face was red and his chest moved as his breathing quickened.
"Dude that's not fair- I was about to cum-" America continued to whine. England rolled his eyes and sat in front of America. He began gently rubbing his own dick, wanking himself as he spoke to the other nation.
"I know. So calm down now," England smirked. America's eyes watched the way England wanked himself with a burning intensity. England's hand stroked himself slowly, making him moan lightly. America's stare turned into a jealous glare.
"It's no fair that you get to feel good while I'm all tied up!" America whined again. England chuckled breathily as he touched himself.
"This is a lesson in patience. You'll get off soon, just wait your turn." England's voice was deeper and huskier than usual, which made America reluctantly shiver. He wanted more, he wanted to break out of the stupid rope and hold England down. He stayed still, watching England with hungry eyes. He stayed quiet, so England continued with his masturbating.
England reached for the lubricant before sitting back on the bed in front of America. He reclined backwards and opened his legs. He opened the bottle and poured some lube over his fingers before putting the bottle aside. He sighed and raised his hips a bit.
"Stay still, and watch me…" England said as he reached his slippery fingers down to his hole. America bit his lip and watched as England slipped his middle finger over his asshole.
"Fuuuuckkk…" America hissed. He watched closely as England pressed that finger inside himself. America felt left out and insanely horny. His dick was red and pulsing and England loved the desperate expression on America's face.
England was extremely embarrassed to be fingering himself in front of America like this. It was an incredibly exposing position to be in; he's one of the world's largest nations, and yet he's here with his legs spread fingering himself to tease America. It was embarrassing, and his face was red because of it, but he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. Proud because he could see in America's eyes that what he was doing was very effective.
America pushed forwards against the ropes and grunted. England smirked and pressed a second finger into himself. He was preparing his hole for America, and the thought made his cheeks burn. The only sounds in the room were the ceiling fan and England's fingers sliding in and out of himself.
England moved back onto his knees after a few more moments of stretching himself. He shuffled forwards then straddled one of America's thighs. He looked up at him, not saying a word. America stared back at him expectantly.
"You gonna ride me now?" America's voice was slightly strained and even a little desperate. England smirked and kissed America's nose.
"Maybe…" England teased as he moved his lips to America's neck. He slowly opened his mouth as he laid his gentle kisses. He then licked from the nape of America's neck up to under his earlobe. America shuddered and tilted his head to the side with an open-mouthed moan.
England's lips were soft and teasing as they kissed and lightly sucked along America's neck and shoulder. America couldn't help his shivering as England teased him like this. He sighed and moved his head so that England could have all the access he could possibly need while he was kissing and teasing him. England then opened his mouth a little wider and gently pressed his teeth into America's skin. America shuddered and released a loud moan as England carefully bit him.
"B-Britain!" America's voice was shaky and breathy as he called England's name. England shivered in response and reached down to touch his dick again. He sighed against the skin he had just bitten and continued to touch himself. America moaned again and pressed his head against England's.
"I want to fuck you now…" He said in a low voice. England had reached a level of horny where he was willing to give in and untie America. He couldn't do that yet though, because America had clearly not learnt his lesson.
"Not yet." England grunted. He stroked himself then pulled away from America's neck. He touched himself some more before kissing the corner of America's mouth. America turned his head and kissed England firmly. England couldn't resist- he became lost in America's lips instantly.
He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to America's with equal firmness and desperation. America opened his mouth so he could kiss England as deeply as he could. His lips moved with an intensity England felt like he had never experienced before. America was desperate and horny and his tongue was moving strongly against Englands. England opened his mouth to let in as much of America as he could. America moaned as he tasted himself on England's tongue. He tried to move forwards, but was restrained with his hands. He jolted and tried to rub his hips upwards, to which England chuckled and broke the kiss.
"I suppose you're quite horny, aren't you?" England said with a knowing smirk. His lips felt swollen and he loved it. America grunted, his expression almost dangerous.
"Of course I am! You're giving me blue balls dude!" America exclaimed. England rolled his eyes and gently brushed his fingertips over America's knob.
"No need to be so dramatic," England said as he slowly teased America's dick. America accidentally whimpered in response to the very small touches, which made England chuckle proudly. America blushed deeply from the embarrassment of making such a desperate noise because of England's small touches. England placed his hands on America's shoulders and looked down at him. He breathed a gentle sigh before he started to rub his dick against America's.
America's head tilted back as England started to grind against him. It was a rather small touch considering he wanted to feel England's insides, but he was desperate for anything. England was able to look down at America because of the angle he was on. America looked up at him, his eyes still as desperate and needy as they were before. Silence fell between them as England slowly moved his hips so that he could grind himself on America.
Their breathing became heavier the more England moved his hips. America moaned and tried to move his hands again, only to be reminded that he couldn't because of the rope that was binding him. America whined again. The noise was desperate and needy.
"England…" America's voice was thick with horny desperation as he said the older nations name. It made England shudder in response.
"America…?" England's tone was slightly questioning, but matched him in breathless horniness. America tilted his head up. England could see America looking at his mouth. He felt warm in his heart when he realised America wanted to kiss. He moved himself down so he could kiss America comfortably. His hands slipped into the back of America's hair. His fingers extended and played with the strands as he kissed America deeply.
Their hips moved together in sync so that their dicks could continue grinding on one another. Their kiss was deep and passionate and England knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer either.
He pulled his hips away as he broke their kiss. America whined again and England sighed. He kept himself seated in America's lap as he stroked his own dick again. He gently teased his own prick and sighed deeply from the relief he felt. America grunted and pressed against the rope again.
"I'm really horny Britain…" He said in a soft, warning tone.
"Wait a little longer…" England said breathlessly. America watched the way England touched himself.
"Britain… I want to fuck you now." America's voice had a dangerous finality to it. England blinked up at him. He smirked and bit his lip. He shook his head no and continued to play with himself.
"Arthur." England paused when he heard his name. His heart sped up. America was serious, and England wasn't sure how to respond from there.
He touched himself again and moved off of America's lap. "So feisty America," he teased. America grunted and pressed against the rope with his real strength. England sat back as he heard the twanging of the breaking rope. He looked to the side at America's biceps and watched as the rope dug into his arms. America grunted as he flexed and broke out of the rope. The snapping rope made a dramatically loud banging sound behind America. England moved to his knees as he quickly moved backwards, away from the rope. America grunted because the rope had lightly whipped at him as it broke apart.
America stretched his arms and shook the remaining rope off him. He had broken out of the restraints and was horny, and mad. He grabbed England by the hips and pulled him under himself. America grabbed at England's wrists and pinned them above his head. He was sweaty and hot and staring down at England with a horny intensity. England was still speechless.
"I need you, right now.." America said breathlessly. He let go of England's hands so he could spread England's legs apart. He groaned happily and was going to put his dick in- but England put his hands on America's wrists. He held them tightly.
"No- if you go ahead and do what you want right now then we're never fucking again." England's voice was harsh, and loud, and it made America pause what he was doing. He was breathing heavily and staring down at England's hole like a wild predator ready to devour its prey. He grunted, but let go of England's thighs. He slumped as he exhaled. He stayed quiet while he waited for England's next instructions.
"Sit back down against the headboard," England said as he carefully sat up. America silently moved back so he could sit against the headboard, where they had originally been before he pinned England down. England nodded and moved back into America's lap. "That's better.." He said in a soft voice.
England put his hands on America's shoulders. America stayed as still as he could while he watched England. He wanted to hold him down and start pounding him, but he was worried England would literally never have sex with him again if he went against his orders. England sighed and raised his hips.
"Can you line it up?" He bashfully asked America, who was pretty much already moving to do it before England had even finished his sentence. America reached down to hold the base of his cock as England raised his hips. America looked down as he lined his dick up with England's asshole. England shuddered when he could feel the tip of America's dick tease his hole. America twitched. He was so close to being inside England, but he stayed still. England kissed America's cheek then started to slowly lower himself.
England moaned as he felt America start to slowly press into him. He had been cool and in control the whole time he was teasing America, but he had to admit that he was also just as desperate and horny for this too. He felt like he was stretching around America's cock as he lowered himself down. The two of them moaned together as England slowly pushed himself downwards.
America's dick was now entirely enveloped in England's heat. England tensed and relaxed as he settled himself into America's lap and adjusted to the feeling of being so full. His breaths were short and somewhat laboured as he did little hip movements. He pressed his head to America's shoulder and grunted.
"Oh god~" he moaned breathlessly. America hesitantly moved his hands to England's hips. England was still in control, and they both knew that, but America's hands were very necessary right now. One hand moved to support England's lower back as the other held onto England's hip.
England appreciated the stability America provided and released a deep sigh. He continued to slowly roll his hips. He had taken all of America into himself now, which was making him twitch and shudder. He whimpered and closed his eyes. He was feeling full because these slow movements were both teasing and overwhelming to him as well, but he wouldn't tell America that.
America tried to roll his hips upwards again, and was met with a disappointed grunt from England.
"I told you-"
"-yeah I know but- fuck Britain- please-" America's voice was laced with horny desperation. The thought of America being horny enough to beg made him blush lightly. He then smirked and leaned back. England slowly licked his lips and looked down his nose at America.
"You seem quite desperate to pound me America~" he teased. America's face burnt red with embarrassed arousal. England's voice had been so seductive it made his cock throb. England released a fluttery moan in response to the subtle sensation he felt inside him.
"Well, why don't you beg for it then?" England said as he leaned forwards to give America a gentle kiss.
"N-No way dude! I don't beg." America's voice was stubborn and absolute. He would never go so low as to beg for England's sex. England found small amusement in America's stubbornness because he had been practically begging him this whole time.
"Guess you're not as horny as I thought then…" England shrugged and pushed on America's shoulders as he slowly raised himself off of America. America held onto England's hips before he could completely get off of him. England grunted, then groaned, as America slowly pushed him back into a sitting position. America panted slightly when he was completely in England's heat again.
America pressed his forehead to England's shoulder and closed his eyes. He shivered and tightened his grip on England's hips.
"America-"
"Please England… I… I can't handle all of this teasing and waiting anymore." America's voice was thick with arousal.
"I need to fuck you now." England shuddered at America's words. He sounded so serious and desperate. It wasn't the begging England was expecting but… he couldn't help himself. He had to give in to that. He turned his head to the side and kissed America's temple.
"I- I suppose I've made you wait long enough…" England said with a gentle laugh. He ran a soft hand through America's hair and looked at him lovingly. "You're actually pretty cute when you- America!" He was cut off by America moving England onto his back. He put England's legs around his own waist and started moving his hips as hard and fast as he could.
England's head shot back and he released a loud cry of pleasure. America moved one of his legs up so he could plant it firmly on the mattress and kneel in front of England. He held onto England's hip with one hand then propped England's leg onto his shoulder with the other. America held onto him and continued to move his hips. England felt like America had somehow gotten thicker and bigger because every thrust rubbed and stretched him in all the right ways.
England shuddered and moaned as each hit of America's cock to his prostate sent pleasured chills throughout his body. He was shivering and goosebumps erupted over his skin as America continued to pleasure him. He was panting and could hardly keep his eyes open. He repeatedly cried out America's name.
America almost looked animalistic in how intensely he focused on fucking England. England's hole felt hot and tight and every time England felt good he would clench down on America's dick and make him moan himself. America looked down at England's body and grunted; he was perspiring and moaning with an open mouth. His face and chest looked so red and his face looked like he was enjoying every move of America's hips, and it only fuelled America to go harder. He moved his leg down again so that he was kneeling in front of England. He dragged England's lower back onto his thighs so he could try and thrust deeper into England's soft, welcoming heat. He put both of his hands behind England's knees and pushed his legs back. England's knees were at his chest and America leaned over him and continued to pound into him.
It was almost too much for England. He was pressed in half and absolutely powerless against America's intense thrusting. England moved a shaky hand down to his own dick. It was too sensitive for him to stroke it, but he needed to at least hold it because of the over-stimulation he was receiving.
England continued to cry loudly as America fucked him. He felt himself drool a little and threw his head back again. He breathed sharp breaths to try and calm himself. He looked back up at America who seemed both dazed and focused on what he was doing. America looked hot and flushed and even that sight was enough to make England whimper weakly.
"T-Too hard- I- I'm getting too close-!" England whined. America huffed and moved one hand to the back of England's head. One of England's legs moved to wrap around America's thigh. America tightened his grip on England's hair and moved himself closer to England's face.
"M-Me too-" America panted as he smashed his lips against England's. England opened his mouth instantly for America and kissed at him in a hot, desperate way. It was sloppy and messy and their tongues aimlessly rubbed together. They moaned into each other's mouths as America fucked them closer to their climax.
England's moaning increased in pitch the closer he got to his orgasm. He reached up and wrapped his arms around America's body. America's dick continued to abuse his prostate, making England whine and moan and clutch onto America harder than he ever has before. His nails dug into America's back, which made America groan loudly into England's mouth.
England felt his lower abdomen get hotter and tighter and he cried America's name as he orgasmed between them. His orgasm made his hole twitch and clench around America's dick. America gasped and continued to thrust until he was cumming himself.
America wrapped his arms around England and gradually slowed his thrusts. He twitched and groaned as he came in England's ass. They held onto each other and panted hard as their shared orgasm sent shivers and pleasure throughout their bodies.
America carefully rested his weight on England as he caught his breath. England wrapped his arms and legs around the country and sighed. They held each other silently, their sweaty bodies just resting and slowly recovering together. England chuckled breathily and gave America's back a few soft pats.
"Alright big fellow, time to get off…" England chuckled. America mumbled something incoherent to England and rolled to his side, pulling England with him. England laughed and just closed his eyes. "Aw what's wrong? Did it take too long for you?" He was trying to tease him, but he was mostly insecure about how much time he had taken with America and was worried he wouldn't enjoy doing it at that pace.
"You were really hot." America said in a quick, bashful manner. England blushed and smoothed a loving hand through America's hair.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it then," England huffed proudly. America laughed softly and kissed at England's shoulders.
"You can totally do all of that to me again, but you'll have to tie me up better. Your rope work was pretty crap," America laughed. England gasped and smacked at America's back.
"My ropework was just fine thank you! It's not my fault you're unnaturally strong and can break out of it!" America laughed as he was yelled at by England.
England reluctantly moved out of America's hold once they had caught their breath. He looked down at America who was laying down, almost asleep, and smiled fondly. He ran a hand through America's fringe and hair and sighed.
"It was a lot nicer when we took our time, wasn't it…?" England smiled. America nodded tiredly. "Let's go clean up love, you made an absolute mess." England said lovingly.