Winning & Losing

by Kammyh

In which England wants to be taken against the wall and France's walk through Paris is code for something else

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, I just own an unhealthy devotion to France as a nation and its history. English is not my mother language and neither is French, any constructive criticism is appreciated.

Warnings: France will speak random French because, well, he's France. This fanfiction is just a blatant excuse to express my love for Pigalle, everything else is a bonus. A porn bonus.

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Winning & Losing

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"More~ France, please~" England's moans echoed loud and broken inside France's bedroom, mixing with his lover's soft groans of both pleasure and exhaustion.

In answer to England's plead, France took a deeper breath and moved his hands off the wall to grab a firmer hold of his lover's legs, rising them more to get a better angle and thrust properly into him. Despite the pain he felt in his arms and stomach muscles, the soft cry that escaped England's lips as soon as he hit his prostate just right thanks to the new position clearly told him that his idea hadn't been half-bad.

"Are you really sure-" France attempted to ask, only to earn England draping his arms around his shoulders to keep him as close as he could.

"Here~" He moaned breathlessly, his legs tightening against France's biceps just in case the French nation attempted to move them despite his demands. "Ahn~ Like this~"

Despite the disappointment he was supposed to feel, France allowed a small adoring smirk to grace his lips, seeing his lover so cutely enraptured in pleasure. Letting go the last hope he had to turn this whole ordeal a little easier on him, then, France tightened his hold on England's legs and proceeded to build up a more satisfying pace. He could only hope that he could make the both of them come before collapsing under England's weight, weight that was currently resting completely on his muscles.

Since he had no way to free his hand to masturbate his lover to completion, France focussed on pounding as hard and shallow as he could, at the perfect angle to stimulate England with his each and every thrust despite the quickening of his pace. The trick seemed to work as planned and England's grip on him became even tighter as, in the desperate attempt to find something to hold onto, his nails scraped France's shoulder blades so much that they broke the skin there and made him bleed slightly.

Despite what common sense dictated, even the discomfort -increased by both the position and the pain on his bruised shoulders - contributed to make the whole experience an even bigger turn on. As the rhythm grew quicker and his orgasm was approaching, England's moans became less and less intelligible, his broken keening almost sending France over the edge.

Eventually, it all became too much for both nations and, as England came with a sharp cry between the two of them, France emptied himself inside his lover with a low growl, muffled only slightly by the soft skin of England's neck.

France was still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, when his lover tightened his muscles around his cock to have his attention back on him. He hissed in discomfort at the tease, and attempted to get out of him to focus properly on the other nation... only for England to repeat the silent warning.

"Angleterre, I need to get out of you to put you down." France warned him, exasperated by his lover's unspoken remonstrations.

"Who said that this was enough?" England chillingly replied. "I want you exactly where you are right now."

"Oh, c'mon Angleterre! It's the third time that I'm taking you against the wall today! I think that we can finally move it to a flat surface, if you really want to keep this going!" France protested, his voice almost a whine as over-exhaustion finally got to him. "And of all the ways I thought you would concoct to claim your victory over me, the fact that I would be the one topping you violently this way wasn't really something I had imagined."

"Why would I choose to do all the work if I am the winner?" England countered, rising his eyebrow at his lover.

"Is this why you've chosen this position? To punish me?" France yelled back in answer, outraged. "I thought that you loved me!"

"I do love you, but a win is still a win." England sighed and, despite his previous words, allowed France to get out of him and to lower his legs back to ground level, so that France could get a moment to catch his breath while England attempted to stand up properly… Something that he failed completely.

Despite the still ongoing quarrel, France hurried to get a hold of England before he crumbled on the floor, hissing only slightly as his muscles ached in protest at the sudden movement.

"I call a time out in this insanity, I'm dragging you to bed so that you –and I- can finally rest! We'll resume the count later, and then I'll screw your ass wherever you want until it bleeds, even against the fucking ceiling, if that's what you want."

That said, without even waiting for a reply, France gathered the last strength he had left and scooped up England bridal style, walking on wobbly legs the few feet between their current spot and his bed. Then, he laid England carefully on it, mindful not to be too harsh, before dropping himself way less gently on the opposite side of the bed.

England attempted to sit up to keep himself steadier on the now slightly bouncing bed, but ended up wincing in pain at the unwelcomed pressure of his own weight on his overly abused backside.

"Ouch!" England moaned in pain and he let himself fall once again on his back on France's bed. "You might be right, we need a timeout. I might have broken something there."

"You know, Angleterre, seeing you right now I would question your sanity." France sighed in disappointment. "You decided everything: from the place to the pace!"

"I wanted it like that, ok?" England huffed annoyed. "I might have slightly underestimated your strength and my resistance, but I don't regret my choice. That's why I'll still count it done."

"Ah, well, thank you very much. It's a pleasure knowing that I broke you and myself to follow your request and, despite that, our little game might still not have his conditions met." France countered acidly, before taking a deep breath and staring with much more kindness to his lover. "By the way, I'll let you know that I don't regret it either. I just would like not hurting you in the process."

The only answer the French nation got was England's light chuckle, so he heaved a sigh of both relief and annoyance and turned to rest on his abdomen, so that he could bury his face on the soft pillow.

"How many more are left?" France asked after a while, feeling too old to keep up with England's whims.

"Two on me and that's it."

"Hey, I'm sure that I won something at a certain point!" France complained, turning his head towards his lover to show him his annoyed pout. "You can't just dismiss my wins only because they are mine!"

"You won one of our disputes, indeed." England admitted begrudgingly.

"Only one?" France cried in outrage. "How can it be only one?"

"It was one, but if it makes you feel better, it annoyed me quite epically."

France growled suspiciously at his lover but, considering the way England's eyebrows were twitching in irritation, he deemed his lover trustworthy. Unless proven otherwise, something that was probably about to happen quite soon.

Seeing France still pouting at him, England felt the need to remind France the obvious.

"Hey, it's not my fault that the only stupid things coming from you are from your government. The only things you actively do against me are basically different ways of sending me flowers to charm me back to you."

"What's wrong with refining my infrastructures to connect us better or to work the crisis at Calais the best way I physically can despite your nonsense?"

"My nonsense? You and your people do those things, then your government comes and disrupt everything you've arranged, and my approach is nonsensical?" England pointed out. "I'm not saying that mine is not stupid, but at least is one approach."

"What's the point of the debate? For you it's never enough, no matter how much I try. Not even to get a point in my favour."

"The only problem there is that what you do does not count in our game! Sure, your attempts at bridging the gap between up are irking me quite a lot, but those don't bring you to score a point. Here's how you have just one, despite how annoying you are and on how much energy we actively spend on annoying one another."

"That's because you made the rules!"

"Well, you made the Brexit deal."

"That's so not true, you need two parties to sign a deal!" France stopped himself before they went once again down a road they had already run too many times. "Let's get back to the point, shall we? If I really have just one victory on my account, I will have to think about something epic, then."

"You still have two rounds of fucking me against the wall before naming your reward, I want to remind you."

"AGAIN?" If France weren't already lying face flat on the mattress, he would have done just that. "I can't believe that's the only thing you ever wanted from me. Besides, you don't really need to beat me in politics to get that, you just need to ask."

"If I were to ask you, you would bring it to bed."

"And wouldn't that be good?"

"It would be good, generally speaking, but not so much if I wanted to be taken against the wall."

"That position hurts your back, and considering the lack of control I end up having, it makes hard for you to stand afterwards!"

"Still, I wanted my back and backside to hurt."

"You're unreasonable."

"And you're too nice and kind."

"Wait- WHAT?" France yelled, completely flabbergasted. "I don't really think that any of the other nations would agree with you on that!"

"Well, it's the truth, no matter how you try to portray yourself in front of the others. You are just a big mouth, who would do nothing even remotely dangerous when it comes down to put threats into reality, because you would feel guilty eventually." England could just confirm, shrugging his shoulders in annoyance. "The other nations just don't know you as well as I do, and especially they don't know how to push your buttons. Both in private and in politics."

France groaned at England's words, both annoyed and pleased by the sureness with which his lover had assessed the uniqueness of their relationship. It was good to hear that, as it was good having moments like these to set the mess of their current political situation square, at least on their personal side. If they couldn't make any of their dumb sovereigns seeing reason, they could at least sort out things between the two of them and get the best from a situation that, despite its consequences, amused them immensely.

England had chosen sex to make France pay up the times he had annoyed the French nation, but it was just because –as he had eloquently put it- he wanted to be taken against the wall and France wouldn't grant him that without putting up a fight, but there was no real limit to the requests they could make to one another.

Sometimes, it had been a vacation to a place the other particularly disliked, or the challenge to be nice to someone neither of them wanted to deal with. Other times, it was something purely romantic that could border on molasses, either in public or in private. Contrary to popular belief, England wasn't as immune to the romantic option as he wanted to show himself, relieved to have an excuse to get the chance he wanted –deep inside himself- to be a gentleman to his lover without admitting to it.

France found England's attitude idiotic, but he didn't have enough willpower to complain, especially since not long ago such an approach had brought him to be taken on the soft fur of the rug in front of the fireplace, after his body had been thoroughly kissed and worshipped all over. Sure, such an event wasn't the norm, but it showed that the game held a lot of potential.

This was because each and every penalty was thought up just to spend a good time together while tormenting a little their lover as well as themselves. Even now, it was true that France was aching all over, but he couldn't deny that roughly taking England had felt great, even though it was also true what the other nation had said: he would have normally been too worried for England's wellbeing to go on with the proposition without the challenge brought forward by his lover.

"Je t'aime~" France eventually sighed, as he moved to cover England's body with his own and kiss him hard on his lips.

England was caught by surprise by the sudden and affectionate gesture, but fell completely into the kiss, opening his mouth to France and meeting his tongue lick-by-lick and tease by tease. Slowly, the whole world started to disappear around them, as if the only thing left were their bodies and hearts aching for one another.

"We're still on the break you called, are we?" England asked against his lover's lips eventually, their ragged breathing teasing their lips as they stared deeply into one another's eyes.

"Guess so." France attempted to go for another kiss, but all of sudden he found himself laying on his back instead, a smirking England straddling his hips. "Angleterre?"

"I want you..." England admitted, as he placed himself between France's legs.

France chuckled at England's absurd way of reasoning, but just opened his legs more to better accommodate his lover.

"You know, this game between the two of us should be something different from our political debate. Still, it seems to me that you keep making many moves supposedly against me only to end up hurting yourself and eventually us both, as soon as I act or not act on them."

"Are you telling me that I have something in common with my sovereigns?" England complained, offended by the assumption and thus taking his chance to pin France better on the mattress. "What if I were to tell you that you can't play any of the cards in your hand because you act on my teasing of you instead than on some well concocted plan? Just. Like. Your. So-"

"You won't dare comparing me with that man!" France attempted to get free from England's hold, but he had not much success with it.

"Make me."

"Merde!"

"This is a reprise of our political situation, dear."

"It isn't! I have the rest of the Union backing me up!"

"France, you are smarter than the man commanding you." England sighed, eventually freeing his lover from his grip sensing the debate becoming more serious and sombre. Even without England pinning him down, however, France didn't move from his place. "You know that there's no one on your side."

France's lower lip started to tremble, so England refrained from pursuing the topic further. They had taken some days off just to recharge their batteries in order to get ready to fight off one another with even more energy, there was no way he would lose his chance to make it up to France before more disputes came up. Moreover, their whole situation was still fairly open, and as for the moment his reading of the situation was only his own.

"I'm here, though." England resumed his speech then, offering France a sweet smile as he caressed his cheeks with the back of his hand. "I'm your only concern, in our little game."

And outside of it, England wanted to add, but he kept those words to himself to bend over France and capture his lips in a lip-bruising kiss. It didn't take him much to completely distract his lover from his worries and, when the other nation finally started to reciprocate, England had to stop himself from heaving a sigh in relief, glad that he had managed to get his lover back to him, at least for today.

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Ruined the mood, England used the timeout France had called to let him talk it out. Usually, he would have granted such a freebie only as a reward for one of France's victories, but the situation honestly called for it. He had broken rule one of his and France's relationship, after all: never speak your mind about what future could bring.

Being honest with one another on any other topic came with the easiness that two millennia together brought to them, but since the day they awkwardly started their relationship, they'd discovered that talking about that was the easier way to hurt the other. They had made a point to attempt having the big talk one day or another, when their feelings about the Brexit debate had a definite outline, but they never got around doing it.

Probably, they would never do it, for fear of what the consequences could be. That was why England had decided to turn their present into a game: so that they could start again after each dispute from a more reasonable base level and after having reassured one another about the feelings they shared.

As things were now, however, England could only make do with the little they had and, since France loved talking ranting about him being a heartless son of a bitch, he let him rant until the French nation himself admitted to have nothing else to add on the topic. Then, England called their break off and handed over to his lover the task to decide what they would do next.

Officially, it was because he still felt guilty over ruining the moment; in truth, it was because his backside still hurt quite a lot, and he had absolutely no intention to admit it to France only to have him pointing out that he had been right. After all, he could trust his lover on coming up with something soft and romantic that would give him some rest.

Or at least, so he thought.

Unfortunately, underestimating France was what had historically brought England his worst defeats and, since they had turned their relationship carnal, things hadn't been any different.

This was how, after sighing in relief as his lover had announced to him that he wanted a stroll together through Paris as his victory leap, England froze up as France followed his request presenting him a bronze sex toy.

"What's your deal, frog? I thought you wanted a stroll through Paris like we are actually dating." England protested, attempting not to sound too much scared by the prospect of putting the toy up his over-abused backside. "Something that it is already dumb in itself, since we are actually dating."

"Yeah, but you are never affectionate to me in public unless I bribe you."

"And how is a toy supposed to change that?"

"It isn't, the toy is a completely different matter."

"Well, if it's difficult for me to be affectionate in public, I highly doubt that a toy up my ass will make me any warmer to the subject."

"If this was something easy on you, it wouldn't be a challenge."

"This is a double challenge and you won only once!"

"I thought you said that I had annoyed you immensely and that you were feeling guilty?"

'Damn him' England thought. He was so distracted by the mind-blowing sex they had just had that he had given France plenty of information to use against him. Would admitting to be still sore give France more ammunition or would it move him to pity? Either way, England had no will to try his luck, so he could only accept whatever thing France was proposing and suffer in silence.

"What's this, anyway?" England asked, taking the egg shaped thing and starting to get acquainted with its consistency, somewhat relieved to feel it fairly soft.

"I think it's quite obvious what this is, even for someone who's more up to use the first thing ready to grab than to study the alternatives beforehand."

"Well, you do the research, buy the stuff and then we use it together. It sounds like proper teamwork to me."

"You sound lazy to me."

"And you are still not answering."

"It's a butt plug, obviously." France clarified, letting out a deep sigh. "Something you already guessed, since you mentioned it going up your arse. By the way, I'd like you to put it inside before we go downstairs to catch the metro."

"I hope you are not serious." England glared at him in a vain attempt to look unwilling to allow France two challenges together. His actual uneasiness on the subject must have been noticeable, though, because his lover answered his glare simply smirking knowingly at him.

"Oh la la… Are we hurting, mon lapin coquin?"

England blushed furiously at being called a naughty rabbit, and turned away from France to stoically stomp towards the bathroom and his own damnation.

"Like hell I'll be done in by your pitiful excuse for a dick and a silicon toy!"

Much to his surprise, France bolted after him and hugged him from behind, taking away the butt plug from his hand and stopping him from walking forward. If his overly cheerful laughter weren't ringing annoyingly in his ears, the whole experience would have been extremely cosy.

"Where are you going? I want to put it inside you myself." France protested, as he attempted to move them back towards the bed. England allowed his lover to manoeuver him backwards, and soon found himself on the bed with a still smirking France towering over him. "And just to point out something interesting to you, at the very beginning of this relationship you said that you were accepting to go out with me only because I had decent girth, so either you were lying then or now… or both times, mon chou."

England just growled in answer, making a mental note to keep a better track of all the lies and spites he concocted against France from now on, before he lead himself towards his own downfall.

Luckily, however, France's mind was already focussed on the more appealing task of kissing his jaw and neck, as his hands ventured lower on his body to pull down the boxers England had donned only few minutes before. Trust France to put coddling him before taking the chance to shame him… Not that he did mind, it certainly made winning easier, at least on matters of principles and pride.

On his hand, France had little thoughts about pride, winning and losing, preferring to focus on making his lover feel at ease before he began stretching his hole properly. He accomplished his task so perfectly that before long England was moaning and writhing in his arms, thoughts about winners, losers and strolls around Paris completely forgotten. It was only when France had finished stretching him enough to be able to take the butt plug without hurting, that England began remembering why he was being coddled on a bed and not taken violently against the wall.

"France?" As he opened properly his eyes, England noticed France searching for something inside his case of toys. When what he was holding became finally visible to him as well, England noticed that it was a lilac butt plug, identical in everything to the one France had showed to him before but for the colour.

"Don't fret, mon coeur, it's just a change of colour." France reassured him with a warm smile, as he proceeded to lube up the toy as well as he had done with England's hole, before proceeding to slowly and carefully putting it inside his lover. "How does it feel?"

"Squishy…" England muttered under his breath, honestly unaware of how he was feeling.

It felt strange, but it wasn't like he was a beginner in using anal toys and, even if he were, he'd had plenty of experience being on the receiving side that day, so his hole was far from being unused to the feeling. It was something extremely soft, though, certainly nothing like France's manhood that, no matter the teasing he granted to his lover, was a firm work of art that seemed to have been made to perfectly match all of his needs.

"We don't know for how long we'll be out and I don't want you to become too sore by wearing it." France explained, moving away from England to stand back on his feet and offer him his hands to help him up. "C'mon, try to walk a bit."

England nodded and regretfully accepted France's offer, wincing only slightly as he felt his insides adjusting to the feeling of being filled but not so overly stretched that it would make his abused muscles cry in pain. He followed France's lead and walked some steps around the bedroom, then, surprised that the thing seemed to hold itself in place even without putting some underwear on.

"It seems fine." He stated eventually, staring back at France. "It doesn't even attempt to slip out."

He refrained to add that it also didn't stretch too much, in the off chance that France decided to change the toy for a sturdier one that would have killed him at the moment. France, however, seemed fully satisfied by England's response, and showed it taking advantage of their still joined hands to make England turn on himself, in an impromptu dance move that ended with a little dip.

"Still comfortable?" France asked him cheekily, his face only a few inches from England's.

"If you are planning to drag me to the dance floor with the bloody thing up my arse, I'm going to evirate you." England threatened, despite feeling the plug still snug and fine inside him.

As an answer, France just busted in a fit of laughter, dragging England back up and kissing him firmly on his lips.

"Sorry, our position just called for it. Don't worry, we're just having a walk, maybe a bit of shopping." He offered in a reassuring tone, before directing himself towards the wardrobe to find something proper to wear for the both of them.

After some time, he pulled out of there a pair of green cargo pants and a matching sweater for England, and a pair of tight jeans and a blue pullover for himself. They got quickly dressed and, after retrieving their coats and France's bag, they went to catch the metro. The experience made England realise that sitting while having a butt plug inside his ass –no matter how soft it was- was something he had to do very carefully.

Luckily, the trip was quick, so quick that he didn't immediately realise to which stop they had dismounted until they re-emerged to the open air and he noticed the artistic and colourful tag "Pigalle" over the exit of the metro.

"France." England reprimanded his lover, who just smiled innocently at him.

"Here we can have a nice walk under the trees."

"Sure thing, we're in Pigalle for the trees." England deadpanned. "France, I'll let you know that I'm not America, I'm not about to believe that we go to Shinjuku just to buy game stuff."

"Pigalle is not Shinjuku, I'm not Japan and you are not America."

"Pigalle is worse than Shinjuku, on some points of view, and you and Japan are devious." England pointed out annoyed. "But you are right, I'm not America, so you can just tell me that you want to browse through your bloody sexy shops."

Instead of answering, France just removed his mask and draped himself around England, one of his hands finding his way in the back pocket of his pants to grope shamelessly his butt while he kissed the crook of his neck with the excuse of hiding his face there. England groaned at the effect the concealed teasing was having on him, and cursed under his breath his lover's deviousness: to everyone seeing them, France was only an over affectionate boyfriend, little they knew that he had put a butt plug inside his victim not long before and was currently molesting and kissing him unseen to them. He would have hated France for it, if he didn't love every single moment of this.

Would have he complained without the game? No differently than France faced with the option of taking him against the wall. Did he like it? As much as France had liked taking him against the wall.

They sure were made the wrong way, but two wrongs made a right, wasn't it?

Soon, France separated from his lover, put his mask back on and –after putting his hand once again inside England's back pocket- directed the two of them to the green aisle between the streets.

"So, where are we going?" England asked, sighing loudly as his eyes moved from an enormous shop with Sexodrome written over it, to another even bigger building named Folies Pigalle and then to a smaller one, on the other side of the street, showing a black sign with the words Lady's on it and a pink heart with a blue-white-red tour Eiffel on top. "You're not going to call this quit after an erotic show, are you?"

"Mon chou, might I remind you that the sun it's still up and shining? Not even in Pigalle you will find erotic shows during the day... And by the way, they've just forbidden them and closed down the discotheques once again, so I doubt there will be anything like that here around for a couple more months."

Doubting the reliability of the French to follow the rules their government made up, England felt the need to contest France's statement. Since he was in a completely unknown territory and he did not want risking another fight with France, though, he simply moved closer to him, shifting uncomfortably at the feeling of the butt plug slightly moving inside. It wasn't a bad sensation, if he had to be honest, just… unusual.

Unsurprisingly, France hold him tighter by his waist and lead him towards a large sexy shop nearby with Lingerie Lust written in pink neon, with a nonchalance that had little in common with England's own discomfort.

There were tons of different kinds of toys and kinky accessories there, and he had his fun having France explaining him why would a rubber duck be in a sexy shop or how a sex toy for couples was supposed to work. Since most of the other contents of the store seemed related to female lingerie, after their perusal of the accessories and toys area, they moved to the even bigger store next to that one, the same England had noticed before. Knowing his lover's kinks, however, how France had been unable to find whatever thing among all the choices around them was anyone's guess.

The interior of the second shop was vivaciously coloured, and the shelves were stuffed with plenty of different kind of items, even more than the previous one. Some of them, England was sure that France already owned, apparently with little regards for the recommendation 'for women' and 'for men' that went together with some of those items.

"You know, I was sure that this was not supposed to go on you." England teased, unable to hide a chuckle as he retrieved a bra made of candies from the area dedicated to the erotic fun games.

France, who had been checking distractedly the card games a few feet from England, re-joined his lover to have a look at what he had found, and couldn't help to chuckle along with him.

"Oh, c'mon, Angleterre, don't talk like you disliked the experience back then!"

"I'm not saying that! Besides," England clarified, putting the colourful candy bra box near France's face. "Candy rainbow is your colour, even though the consistency of the marshmallow would have suited you better."

"Is this some reference I'm not getting?"

"I was referring to the consistency of your butt and to the softness of your skin in general. Besides, all the beauty products you use don't just keep it smooth, but also overly sweet smelling." England explained with a grin. "Coupled with your indecent way of dressing, it turns you into my soft and colourful marshmallow."

"Oh, here speaks my gentlemen!" France laughed at the tease. "Instead of a dark smoking, I wouldn't mind to try dark leather on you today, though."

"Are we shopping for BDSM?"

"Not specifically, at least not here. But if our little game keeps going on for the following years, we'll need to stock up on interesting things to try."

"Are you unsure of your performances?"

"England, please, I can't keep taking you against the wall for the next foreseeable future."

"We can switch it to me taking you with your hands tied against the headboard."

France rolled his eyes at England's switch offer, more because he couldn't believe how little imagination his lover had than because the idea of being taken with his hands tied to the headboard wasn't alluring.

"You're a violent hooligan, mon cher. What about trying something like this, instead, one of the next times?" He counter-offered then, showing England a dark box with 'Glow in the dark sex' written over it. "There are plenty of this kind of games here and in the other stores, we could get some."

"A board game over our game? But then it's not you choosing for me or me choosing for you, it's the game choosing for us."

"Angleterre, we do have a personal sex life outside our political game, I want to remind you." France countered annoyed, putting down the candies bra to lead England towards the game section he had been browsing before, in order to show him another game box. "Look here. This has four kinds of different games together: board game, card game, dices and a trivia. It might be good to start and see what we like better."

"Are they all couple games?" England asked, surprised by the great number of game boxes in front of him. He squatted to look better at one in particular on the lower shelf, and had to stifle a moan, as the butt plug he had forgotten he had been wearing moved to stimulate his prostate just right.

"Oh, well, this one has more players allowed." France answered England, oblivious of his sufferings and using a too easy-going tone to make the other nation feel at ease.

England attempted to follow France's indication despite what was happening to his lower regions, and noticed something that made him turn off almost immediately.

"Sexfriends?" England read in a dead tone, before glaring back at his lover. "Do we look like sexfriends to your eyes?"

"Angleterre, I was just answering your question, I never said that I wanted to buy it." France explained calmly, before smirking at his lover. "Unless you want it. There are also other erotic games that can be done in group-"

Irritated by the proposition - no matter how fake it was- England just stood back up and grabbed his arm to drag him away from the game area.

"Let's go!"

"Wait, Angleterre, there are things that I wanted to buy here!"

"Then buy them and we go!"

"Do you really think that you can order me around?" France decided to point out, unnerved by how cocky England could be even with a butt plug up his arse… or was he this cocky because he had a butt plug up his arse? "If you are already feeling uncomfortable, I can give you some relief, you know? Here there are plenty of hotels~"

England's cheeks reddened in embarrassment, making France understand that he had guessed his problem just right. Sure, the man would never admit it, but it was useful information for the future.

"Wh- who would feel uncomfortable after less than an hour? I- I was just unnerved by the idea of having to share what is mine!"

"I swear to you I have no plan of being shared, if that's not what you want. I don't need to change partner to enjoy some variety." France pointed out calmly, taking his chance to move quickly up his mask to kiss England on his forehead reassuringly. "Now, I'll get a couple of games and then we'll move to the toys section. I was waiting for some of the new products."

That said, France took out a shopping bag from his own bag, put inside the two couple games they had been talking about at the beginning and then dragged England to brose a different area of the shop.

When they were just about to leave the vanilla area, however, something extremely pink caught England's attention.

"Do they sell normal souvenirs as well?"

"What?" France stopped his drive to attempt understanding what had caught England's attention. "I don't think so… Why?"

"Isn't this the Tour Eiffel?" England asked, pointing to something that, to be fair to him, looked exactly like a pink Tour Eiffel.

"Well it is… It's a massager as well." France explained, doing his best to quell his laughter. "We can buy one, I can show you how it works one of these days when you feel… particularly stressed."

"Oh please, Fran-" Despite England's recrimination, the pink Tour Eiffel shaped massager soon found its place together with the games, so they could resume their walk towards the fetish toys section.

While England was busy eyeing all the different kind of toys that looked way a bit too much of everything for his likings, France had reached one of the shop assistants and had started chatting with her. As he noticed what he had been doing and he was just about to yell at his lover how a cheater he was, however, the shop assistant simply nodded to France and disappeared up the stairs to the upper floor.

"What the hell were you doing with her?" England asked, then, as soon as he had reached him.

"Uh? The shop assistant? She got me what I had ordered." France answered with pure nonchalance, showing him a white box with something inside that looked like a control pad, a couple of sex toys and plenty of cables. The description written on the box could only confirm that it was something related to both sex and electricity.

"You don't want to use it on me, do you?"

"Don't fret, mon coeur, it's milder than what you think." France reassured him with a laugh. "And you can use it with me as well, I'm all for trying."

"I hope this is the only shopping you had to do to be honest…"

"Yes, I think. The other thing I had ordered they are going to set it up on their own."

"Set it up what and where? At your home? You live in an apartment!"

"Let's discuss this later, for the moment just trust me."

England raised an enquiring eyebrow to France, taking the electric stimulator from France's hands to show it to his face.

"Should I trust someone buying this sort of stuff?"

"Don't worry, I said!" France retrieved the electro stimulator from England's hands, put it together with the games inside his shopping bag, and nonchalantly placed once more his hand inside the back pocket of England's pants, to lead him towards the checkout counter. "We still have many places to browse, there's still plenty of time."

"Is there any hope that on this bloody venue there are shops not selling sex related stuff?"

"Well a couple stores onwards there's one selling vegetables."

"Oh heavenly god…" England sighed exasperated. "You're a nonsense of a nation, do you know?"

"Might be, but I'm your nonsense of a nation~"

Whether it was caused by France's innate charm or by the pleasant feeling that the butt plug brought him together with the discomfort, England found himself smiling warmly at France's words and allowed the older nation to drag him closer for comfort.

After France had paid for whatever he had brought, they finally moved out the store to resume their walk, and after a while, they got inside a much smaller one. If he had any doubt about the speciality of the shop, the word leather was written on the top front. Another specialty of the store - not advised but quite evident - was that the focus here was the male body… Trust France to drag him to a gay porn shop.

"Fran-" He attempted to protest, only to receive a quick grope of warning through the hand that France now kept constantly inside his backside pocket.

"C'mon, we need to buy something nice for you and, as you might have noticed, you are male." France reminded his lover, earning an annoyed growl from him.

"Aside the fact that you are the one forgetting the meaning of the word male every twelve seconds, I noticed that there was some male wear also in the last shop we browsed."

"True, but here there's more variety and especially… more leather."

Since he couldn't really object the point, England allowed France to bring their request to the shop assistant, who was more than happy to welcome them to the reign of leather, rubber, lubricant and popper. After some half an hour of the man showing them the latest fashion in leather garments, France and England settled for some trousers that left uncovered most of England's vitals and a couple of leather studded strings that, crossed over his chest, were supposed to work as a top.

They paid for the goods and then resumed their walk along the venue, stopping now and then to look at the colourful neon signs of the shops and at their display windows. Eventually it turned out to be a quite instructive yet arousing walk since, while they looked at the different items, France took on himself the challenge to explain England the workings of the strangest things there. Most of those were in the end nothing more than strangely shaped dildos or cock rings – no matter how nonsensical England deemed the existence of a spikey cock ring – but when his lover got around explaining him what an anal speculum was supposed to be used for, he considered himself done for.

They perused a couple more stores in which France bought two nipple clamps on a chain, a penis stick –something that England had no idea what was used for- and a penis cage – something that England might have gotten around understanding and did not like at all. Eventually, they reached the plaza where the Moulin Rouge was located and, after admiring its shining lights and a brief consultation, they decided to start their way back towards the metro stop they had come from.

England had accepted the proposition thinking that France had already finished his shopping but, not even a couple minutes after they had resumed their walk, his lover just cheerfully asked him to enter another sexy shop to buy something for himself. How this was possible inside a place named Toys Star was a mystery unknown to the English nation. France had been right, though, and as soon as they got inside England could only come to terms that, despite the name, he not only had –sex- toys, but also a decent choice of male and female lingerie. Eventually, they got out of the store with a pair of see-through briefs and a net tank top that England would hesitate to call clothing.

They resumed their stroll back to the metro station, then, and England found himself noticing other things inside the display windows other than those he had seen before. Inside of one of the many Sex shop/Porn shop that filled the venue, he even saw, much to his surprise, the very same egg shaped dildo currently filling him up. He stopped to stare at the display window, then, and discovered that it was –as he had suspected- part of a set, a set of butt plugs each with a different size and thickness.

As he was about to read the legend that explained what the different colours meant, however, France just dragged him away from the display window that had caught his attention and towards a boutique that, despite the rainbow colouring of its name, seemed much more proper that anything else on the venue.

Questioned about the reason for the rush, France just told him that he had forgot to buy something strictly necessary, an excuse England was not about to buy even if his lover swore its authenticity over his own cock.

"I was almost conned into thinking I would not find dildos inside." England commented as soon as they entered the boutique that, despite the cosy and comfortable atmosphere, was actually packed with dildos. There were also plenty of bottles of different kind of lubes and products inside, however, and beautiful and colourful toys graciously placed on their display.

"What would you need so desperately here? Some beauty product?" England teased, noticing France's cheeks turning slightly redder in embarrassment.

"Clara Morgane here and Rebecca Rils on the other side of the street are quite the hit sellers, I would like to point out." France countered annoyed, crossing his arms on his chest.

"For women's wear, I would guess from their names. Not that the thing would surprise me by now."

"The day you will admit that you like me in drag would always come later than you do when you see me dressed like that, mon chou." France pointed out with a smirk. "They don't sell just female lingerie, however."

"They sell also…" England's eye fell on one product on display in particular and took it with a smirk to show it to his lover. "Lip gloss?"

"I'm sure you would not mind that one." France teased back when he realised what he was holding, nodding towards the box to silently challenge England to actually read the description. As soon as he did so, England's eyes could just grow bigger in surprise.

"Oh God."

"I guess this comes with us." France concluded as he took the oral gloss from England's hand. "Now be a darling and ask the shopping assistant to show us some of the fetish accessories, will you?"

"Why do I have to do that?"

"It's my win."

"And you already got two challenges instead of one!"

"The shop assistant is hot."

England was sure he had heard a sassy undertone in his lover's request, and truth was that France had every right to do so, since if England did not show a boner at the moment, it was only for France's choice to make him wear large cargo pants. It had honestly been too much for him: perusing among the naughtiest things, France harassing him as soon as he could, the butt plug now constantly hitting his sweet spot…

He turned carefully to eye the woman who, uncaring of their banter, was quietly reading a book behind the counter. England knew that all of this was part of France's plan to make him do things that embarrassed him and so he shouldn't give in…. She truly wasn't half-bad, though…

Deciding on better safe and humiliated than sorry and angry, England took a deep breath and strode towards the counter, placing himself in front of it and hoping that his voice sounded firm enough.

"Bonjour." He greeted, only to get absolutely no answer from the shop assistant, who just kept reading her book.

He attempted to greet her a second time, without earning any more attention than he had gotten before.

"Oui oui, c'est effectivement un bon jour." She answered, her lips twitching in what could be anything different from smugness.

England then turned to his lover, who was just about to burst in laughter at his failed attempt to get the shop assistant attention, and simply glared at him.

"Bonjour, m'dame, could you please show us your best selection on fetish items? My boyfriend and I were planning to try something different." France offered her in quick French and, unsurprisingly, he got the answer England was not granted. What was the trick? Saying everything you had to say in a single breath without the slightest pause!?

Whatever the workings behind getting the attention from the French shop assistants were, the two nations were soon presented with a selection of items wider than England had imagined they would get seeing the size of the shop. They ended up choosing a gag with dog bone, a couple sets of cuffs with straps, some sets of black shibari ropes and several product to care for both themselves and the toys they had brought.

As they got back to the counter, the shop assistant began explaining the proper care for the things they had brought and how to use the rest of the products France had added to their purchase, extras that had initially sounded harmless enough in England's eyes. Instead of telling her that he knew pretty well how he was supposed to use everything, however, his lover just listened and kept asking her more and more questions. Something that would have been completely fine, if the bloody nation had not decided that England's back pocket was overrated and had moved his hands directly inside his pants and underwear.

There, he proceeded to grope his butt cheeks at first, only to up the ante soon after and play directly with the butt plug as soon as he had realised that England had no intention to put up a fight inside the shop. The arousing aroma of the candles, moreover, wasn't helping England to keep a firm focus on anything that could help him not to think at what was happening inside his pants.

After some time it became too much, and England had to put his hand over his mouth to shut himself silent, as a groan attempted to escape his lips when France pushed his finger under the butt plug, making it brush pleasantly against his prostate.

"Is there a problem?" The shop assistant asked, apparently oblivious of England's sufferings.

"I think I need some fresh air." England answered, attempting to sound as reasonable as he could with both France's finger and a butt plug up his ass. He stared up at his lover with a risen eyebrow, silently challenging him to play the nice boyfriend for once. France answered his silent plea with a kind smile and a soft kiss on his forehead, kiss that felt completely awkward because of the mask France had not taken off this time. The hand that had kept molesting England until then moved out of his pants and up his back, as the other one cupped his jaw reassuringly.

"Sorry, dear. You're right, we should get going." France offered eventually, standing close enough to England that his erection wouldn't be visible by chance, and quickly paying for the things they had brought.

When they were outside, England took his chance to reprimand France.

"You're the worst nation that there is." He protested, only to get a firm hug from his lover.

"I'm sorry, but your face was too cute to see~"

"My face? Did I let-"

"Don't worry, the shop assistant didn't notice a single thing! Masks aside, that's why I kept asking her questions and products to show." France reassured him quickly. "Looks like you are in a quite difficult situation, though."

"Quite difficult situation my arse!" England countered, taking France by the collar to drag him closer. "Fuck me until I forget even my name, I'm not going to survive another shop like this!"

"Already giving up, mon Angleterre?"

"I swear to you, if I see another dildo or hear another shop assistant telling in details about how pleasurable are the new sex pearls when you massage your genitals with them and I'll come on the spot." England admitted, by then completely uncaring to pretend he had some decency left.

"I'll let you know that I have a room reserved at the nearest hotel," France confessed, his smug tone sounding all but reassuring to England's ears. "Will you join me?"

England knew that this was a bloody trap, he knew it from France's attitude as well as from the things he had brought and said during the afternoon. Still, he had no way to refuse his offer the way he was now.

"Yes, please." He capitulated, signing his own defeat

France smirked hearing the answer, and dragged his lover against him so that England's coat together with his own body would hide him properly. Then, he made them cross the street and headed towards a door that looked not much like an actual hotel. Still, once they got inside, there actually was someone ready to ask them whether they were in need of a room. France let England go, leaving his coat to hold in his arms to cover his erection as he went to talk privately with a man he would hesitate to call concierge. After some time, however, he got back with the keys of their room.

England was about to ask France to just get him back to his apartment, but a couple of steps towards his lover made him realise that more walk, more stairs plus a whole trip on the metro might have been a challenge too many for the current state of his dick.

"Are we fine?" England asked, then, sounding as defeated as he felt.

"Yeah, come with me. The elevator is this way."

France put a reassuring arm around his shoulders, and England would have fucked him against the wall as a thank you as soon as he heard the word elevator. Contrary to his expectations, the room they got was way bigger than he had imagined, and had an entire wall that could easily be used for more interesting activities.

"It's not my apartment, but I think we can make do." France announced, as he threw unceremoniously his mask on the bedside table and started to get undressed. "Will you need help with your suit?"

"Am I supposed to wear what we just bought?"

"Why not? The setting is perfect."

England wanted to say something against that, but pleasing France was the whole point of the challenge, so he ditched his own mask and started getting naked. Putting on the leather suit was easier than what he had guessed, since his entire crotch was completely uncovered, allowing his erection to spring free.

"You are a dream, you know Angleterre?" France teased, his voice several tones lower than usual. "Leather certainly suits you, no matter how it comes."

England would have liked to be able to say the same thing, but everything in France's attire was completely see-through, leaving the perfection of every inch of his body in plain sight. What was worse was how his blond girlish curls fell softly over his muscular shoulders, only partially covered by the dark net fabric of his top... He was gorgeous. So gorgeous that England's penis could only twitch in response.

"Can't really say the same thing, what you are wearing doesn't cover an inch of your body even if you stitched it together." England huffed and crossed his arms over his own half-naked chest. "Not that I'm minding the view, bear in mind."

"I would be damned if you minded the view." France countered, laughing at how stoical England was still pretending to be despite his current attire. "Let's turn this a bit more to your likings, however."

England blinked at France's words, understanding even less about his lover's intentions when he saw him pulling out the shibari ropes from his shopping bag and began undoing them.

"My likings doesn't include submission, just in case you missed it. You are the one liking that sort of stuff."

"I like it as long as it is something we do together, I'll remind you that I'm not into these things either."

"Then-?"

"I was talking about your current obsession of being taken against the wall."

Fuck me, was the only thing that crossed England's mind at that moment.

"W-wait, and the butt plug?"

"Oh right, it must have gotten a little dry by now, hasn't it?"

That said, France hastily took out of his bag most of his purchases of the day, some things he must have brought back from home and, in the end, an enormous bottle of lubricant.

"Why have you brought with you something like that!?"

"Uh, I usually use this as a refill for the smaller bottles that we use, but this time I wanted to be certain to have enough."

If England was worried at the beginning, now he couldn't help but feeling slightly scared.

"France, you know, I think-" He attempted to mutter, but then he decided that he had no willpower to admit his weaknesses to his enemy. Sure, said enemy was first and foremost his lover and –as he had said before- a beauty scarier than properly dangerous, but his pride was a horrible beast, and didn't seem near to break, not even at the prospect to resume what he had asked for in the first place early that morning.

"You think what?" France asked as he turned towards him, looking almost angelic thanks to his long blond curls, his blue eyes and the pure pretended innocence seeping through them. Almost and pretended being the keywords that made England reconsider the value of his pride one last time before answering him.

"That dressing up makes not much sense, if you wanted to play bondage." England lied, earning France's chuckle for that.

The French nation walked towards him with the bottle of lube in his hands, cupping England's jaw with his free hand to angle it properly to capture his lips in a firm and hungry kiss. As work of magic, England's fears disappeared together with the rising of his own pleasure, as he answered back the kiss with all he had. Only when France felt him properly relaxed and seemingly engaged in what they were doing, he let go of England's lips to kiss him reassuringly on his cheeks.

"I like seeing you looking like this," France admitted, sounding just a little embarrassed by the admission. "Besides, I was not planning to turn this into something too rough, a bit of clothing is not unneeded. How does this feel?"

France's hand moved from England's jaw to cup firmly his buttocks. He received a soft groan as an answer, so the French nation simply went back kissing him as his hands focussed on taking out the butt plug. As it had happened for putting it in, France's distraction was good enough to give England something different on which he could focus, so he noticed that the task was properly done only as he felt his hole sensibly emptier and colder.

He had no time to complain about the discomfort he was feeling, though, that France replaced the butt plug with his own well-oiled fingers.

"France?" England enquired, only to be shut up once more by France's kisses.

"Shh, it will start feeling better in few moments…" He reassured him, checking that he was all right down there before upping the ante.

England, on his end, just tightened his hold on France, burying his face in the crook of his neck and rising his leg to give his lover a better angle to finger him properly. Much to his discomfort, however, France soon put some distance between them, leaving him waiting for what came next like a good boy against his beloved wall.

Before England could voice his protest, France was once again by his side, starting to bard him with some of the things he had taken out his bag. First came a collar with a metal loop attached on the front, then the cuffs to both his ankles and wrists, and then the shibari ropes, ropes that France took care to tighten properly around his chest before tossing them high enough to slide inside a hook positioned up on the wall.

"I'll try securing you up, tell me if you start hurting." France warned England, before he manoeuvred the rope so that England found himself dragged upwards, his feet off the ground for several inches.

Sure, the rope tensed against his flesh but, true to France's words, nothing hurt or constricted him in any dangerous way.

"To be up to fetish sex you're awfully caring." England decided to throw at his lover, feeling like this would be one of his last chances at being cocky and he had to take it.

"You will be glad of my carefulness in a while." France countered, understanding too well what was going on inside England's mind at the moment. He took another batch of shibari ropes, then, passed one of them through the metal loop of England's collar and tied it around his chest a couple more times before working on his legs with the rest of the set, trapping them into an M position made firmer by the fastening he had added to the ankle cuffs. Only when he was satisfied with his work he threw that rope as well up the loop on the wall, in order to fix it together with the other set and allow England's weight not to strain either of them.

England expected another set of ropes to come out of nowhere to take care of his arms as well, but France just retrieved a small chain and linked to two cuffs together with it, letting it hang loosely from behind his neck. The French nation took few steps behind to have a good look at his handiwork, and smirked at him in approval.

"I must admit that your idea of having you against the wall has its charms now that it doesn't fall on my muscles." France teased, licking his lips in anticipations at the sight in front of him. "And the fact that you still manage to look so cocky despite being helplessly tied up in front of your enemy just makes you even more beautiful."

"I won't fret in front of an enemy that doesn't bite." England countered, attempting to hide his embarrassment at the position lashing out on his lover.

"Oh, really, and here I thought that you trusted me, no matter what we come up to." France countered, annoyed by England's attitude. "I'll leave you there to repent for a while then."

And that said, with a last smirk in England's direction, he disappeared behind a door to the opposite side of the wall England was hanging from, probably the bathroom.

Damn it.

No, wait, damn himself that had allowed France to tie him up and then had prompted his lover to retaliate when he had no way to defend himself… Why he never learned?

"Oi, France!" England decided to call, unwilling to be left there with his vitals completely exposed. "C'mon, get back! You know I don't mean it…"

The door, however, did not open.

"Francis!" He tried again, using his human name in a last attempt at subduing France, but he seemed not about to get a better answer than before. "Love, please, I'm sorry! Just get out of there!"

"Oh, am I love now?" France quipped, getting out of the other room, only to rest with his back against the wall opposite to England with his arms crossed over his chest. "Why am I love only when you are in desperate need for help?"

"It's not really just then…" England trailed off, willingly not commenting the thing further.

Yeah, he had a habit of turning to France when he needed help or cuddles, but truth was that, even when he was insulting and annoying him, it was only to get France bolting after him and get that very same help and cuddles that any normal person would just ask for. It was risky, because each and every time he didn't know whether that would be the last time France answered to his implicit call instead of rightfully leave him drowning alone as he ought to do. Still, as it had happened now, giving up on his pride and ask would usually suffice to make France have pity on him.

"Here I am, attempting to give you what you wanted even though it was my chance to deal the cards, and you can't just help yourself! Spitting hateful insults against me instead of just shutting the fuck up one fucking sec for the life of you." France sighed aloud, making England feel several inches smaller in both shame and embarrassment. Feelings that were overturned completely as France moved away from the wall to retrieve something from inside the room.

"What the hell is that!?"

"Technically, a fuck machine." France explained, with the same nonchalance of a persona who had just taken out a tube of lube. "I told you I got things arranged before coming here."

"Wait, you ordered it… in a shop!?"

"Things are more complex than that. Let's just say I know people that know other people~"

"Oh, my God…"

"Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt if you place it right and lube everything properly~"

"It does not reassure me at all."

"Well, I did not plan to take it out right at the beginning, but it looks like someone needs some discipline."

"I thought you said that you weren't planning on actual BDSM."

"I thought you liked being taken against the wall."

"By you not by an inanimate thing!"

"What if it was neither me nor the fuck machine?" France teased, offering England a grin that was just evil.

"You wouldn't dare…" England growled, only slightly reassured by France's cheerful laughter.

Sure, he had several problems with possessiveness, but thanks to god France had almost as many as he had, even though they didn't derail towards exploding rage and violence like England's but slowly deranged towards a sadder and self-deprecating breakdown.

"If you don't want to try me, then. be a darling and use your mouth to moan instead of biting." France reprimanded him, proceeding to drag the relatively small machine out of the side-room. "You seemed quite able to do so during our little shopping walk."

That hit a nerve, prompting England to attempt freeing himself from the tight ropes keeping him restrained into that shameful position.

"Fuck you, France! I hate it when you're like this, free me this instant!"

"Angleterre! Shh... Calm down, you will hurt yourself!" France let go the machine to focus completely on his lover, stroking his cheek and his sides to reassure him, and then kissing gently the corner of his eyes, already getting wet. "I'm sorry, I swear to you that you didn't shame yourself today. I was just teasing you."

England stopped attempting to get free and allowed France's caresses all over his body and his kisses to quell the turmoil inside his chest. How could France's warm touch relax him almost instantly?

And it was not just that.

The more France caressed his body, the more England began to reacquaint himself with the position he was in and with what they had planned for the day. The French nation, on his hand, as soon as he was reassured that his lover was once again fine with the whole setting, had moved to tease him back to the mood. Slowly, his touch became firmer, lingering a bit longer where England favoured and stroking with more strength his nipples and butt cheeks. His light and reassuring kisses changed as well, becoming hungrier as he went to devour his mouth, with a drive that had not much in common with the caring lover of before.

Eventually, France moved to a much more comfortable position between England's open legs to snog his lover to his heart content. England loved the change, but found his current tied up position annoying to say the least, since he had his lover virtually all over him but without any actual chance to touch him.

"France~" He pleaded eventually, earning France's gaze back on him… France's full of desire gaze.

"Let's start, shall we?" France proposed England, as if the English nation could enforce his will in any other way than asking for whatever concession.

France retrieved quickly the nipple clamps from the lot and then went back between England's legs, resuming kissing him almost immediately. His kisses slowly moved lower, teasing at first his jaw and then his neck, before lavishing his nipples until he felt them hard under his tongue. After he had deemed the first pink bud teased enough, France clipped the nipple clamp over it, eliciting a soft yelp from his lover, and then he moved to the other, proceeding to give it the same treatment.

Satisfied with the reaction he had gotten, France then moved even lower, kissing every inch of skin that wasn't covered by the rope or by the scanty leather suit he had made England wear, until he reached his lover's crotch. There, he took his time to lick his balls and tease the length with his lips, before taking it in his mouth properly and sweep his lover back into the mood.

Distracted and relaxed as he was, England barely noticed that France's fingers had resumed working on his opening, stretching and oiling it properly. He felt the pleasure of the stretching mixing with the always-blissful magic of France's lips, and he struggled against his boundaries, in the desperate attempt to get free and finally bury his hands in his lover's golden mane. He couldn't though, and the broken sound of England's moans could only mingle with the metallic tingling of the chain tightening his wrists together.

Before he gave up and voiced out his annoyance at the situation, France stopped sucking his cock to move back up and kiss him with the same hunger of before, maybe only a little more desperate. The notion reassured England, since it meant that even though he was the one bounded and manhandled, he still had a fairly good amount of control over his lover.

When France had enough of kissing him, he parted from England, his lips lingering only a moment more over his lover's as if he was wondering whether he wanted more or not. That moment of hesitation, gave England the chance to admire him in all of his beauty, from the full lips –reddened by both the kisses and the blow job- to the deep blue eyes that stared at him with so much adoration that he felt his heart stopping in his throat.

The kissing didn't resume, though, and instead France bent to retrieve more lube to oil the dildo on top of the machine. It was an extremely horrible machine, in England's opinion, consisting in a square-built body with a long tube popping out from it with a dildo on top. Luckily, from his position he could see very little of the thing, at the very moment only the top of France's head as he was working on it.

A sudden image of his lover performing fellatio on the machine struck him, only to be discarded as a waste of time and potential soon after: there were few things in the world that could beat France's mouth, whether they were talking about oral sex or vicious spites. Either way, that knowledgeable mouth belonged to him and, as he did not intend to share him with other nations, he had also no desire to share him with an inanimate thing.

Before he felt ready for it, however, France finished up with the dildo and proceeded to put it inside England with an ease explained only by the fact that he had basically been stretched the whole day.

"I'm turning it on." France warned him, and England braced himself for what was about to come... Something that wasn't all that much, just like his lover had predicted. More than pleasurable, at the moment it was simply awkward, something that resulted in his erection becoming a bit less fierce. Instead of working on him like England thought he would have done, France just took a few steps behind to admire the view.

"It has some charm indeed." France teased, and if he weren't tied up to a wall with a dildo mechanically being pushed inside him, England would have kicked him with all his strength.

"Charm my ass, this whole setting has no point at all." He bit back, uncaring of the lesson of before about not lashing out to France when he had no way to defend himself.

"Oh well, you are technically being fucked against the wall, you should be on cloud nine."

"Do I look like I am on cloud nine to you?"

"Nope, but to be honest I would doubt of my abilities if you were." France chuckled. "Your annoyed expression while having a machine screwing you it's epic, though."

"I would be more aroused, if someone relied less on toys and more on his hands and mouth."

"One nation in particular or anyone will do?"

"France." England resorted to threaten. "Tell me what you want."

"I'm not like you, molesting me to get something in return." France chirped happily, walking back to the bed to retrieve something England could not see. "I do it just for the pleasure of it and have a good time together."

"Well, I'm not having a good time, right now!"

"Just wait and see."

As France turned again towards him, England could finally see that his lover was cleaning and oiling up that penis thing he never got around understanding how it worked.

"Bloody hell..."

"I'll start with this one since you're not particularly aroused anymore." France announced, only to make England feel even less aroused than he already was, no matter the rhythmical pumping of the machine under him. "Just tell me if you feel like you're hurting or if you are uncomfortable."

England found himself unable to protest, and could only watch with dread France getting back to him with the small metal rod and then kneel between his legs. Whatever he wanted to do with the thing, how could it not be uncomfortable?

When he saw France fiddling with the long metallic stick his penis, England automatically held his breath and closed his eyes. This was why the sudden jolt of pleasure that followed came as a surprise, shaking his body and making him open his eyes, as soon as France did properly insert the metal rod and started slowly and carefully working it in and out of his penis.

"So? Do you like it?" France asked curiously, noticing England's reaction.

"It feels… nice…" England admitted, now honestly feeling his pleasure flaring once again. France moved once more the stick, and he couldn't help but bite down on his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning aloud.

"Wait wait, there!" France reprimanded his lover, tapping on his tight to make England focus back on him while he retrieved the gag. "Put this on, so you will have something to bite on other than your poor lips."

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" England breathed out, sounding quite shaken and uncertain.

"C'mon, the silicon bar is thin enough to allow you to tell me if you want to stop." France reassured him, tightening the gag behind England's head before going back to check that the fuck machine was still lubricated enough.

He decided that it needed more oil, so he applied more and then put it again inside England, changing the angle and stepping up the speed. Then, he moved back to play with his lover's groin, moving the sounding stick inside and out his cock whenever he wasn't lavishing it and his balls with open mouth kisses and teasing licks.

After a while, England could just be glad of his lover's choice of putting the gag on him, because without it either his cries would have resounded throughout Paris or he would have made his lower lip bleed. After the change in position and the new speed, he finally felt the rhythmical penetration of the fuck machine and, even though it was nothing like France's manhood, he couldn't certainly deny that now the thing wasn't hitting him properly.

Alone, it wouldn't certainly have been enough to get him off, but when France had resumed to play with his cock, the delectable feeling of the penetration joined those unknown flares of pleasure brought by the sounding and the familiar teasing of his lover's lips all over his groin. All together, it was so mind blowing that he could barely think straight.

He attempted to call for his lover, but the gag morphed it into half a moan that England was sure had gone straight to France's own cock. A cock that he wanted to please in return and that belonged to a lover that he bloodily wanted to touch, feel, manhandle- but he couldn't, since said lover had restrained him perfectly.

England attempted to swell his muscles and break open the rope in a vain attempt at getting free, but everything was useless. Eventually, it all became too much and he came, biting down so hardly on the gag that he was sure that he would leave the mark of his teeth over it, as he experienced the stronger orgasm he had ever felt in his life.

"Oh my."

England heard France chuckling and with immense fatigue opened once more his eyes… only to groan at the sight in front of him. Sure, he had come… All over France's face. France that –like the uncaring perverted nation he was- was taking what he could away with his fingers, before proceeding to lick them clean.

England attempted to comment on it, but his spite died –luckily for him- on his gag.

"I'll ungag you in a moment, mon lapin." France reassured him, deciding to give priority to stopping the fuck machine and taking its dildo out of England, before going to the actual bathroom to wash his face.

England felt honestly relieved to finally have nothing up his arse, but had to admit that it was a strange sensation after a day in which he'd had always something inside, whether it was France's cock while he fucked him against the wall, France's fingers, a butt plug while walking through Paris, or the fuck machine until few moments before. Since France had still not come, he knew that the afternoon wasn't already finished, though, but what his lover would concoct was all into his hands.

As promised, as soon as France had washed his face he was back to ungag England.

"Here, how is it?"

"Fuck, that thing is powerful." He decided against telling France his opinion on his way to clean himself from the sperm like a big cat, but he still was in need to point out the obvious. "And you have still some cum on your hair."

"It would take too much time washing them now, I want to play more with you." France explained, retrieving the oral gloss as he put aside the gag. "I'm glad you liked the sounding. You could play with the penis stick on your own, but as a couple well... It has a different taste."

Sure it had a different taste, especially since England would have probably hurt himself with the thing, since he notoriously had no patience, not even when masturbating.

"Speaking about tasting, I wouldn't mind a taste of you." England admitted, hoping that the whole bondage thing could be over together with the rest of the setting. "Are you planning to untie me?"

"Not really," France answered casually, as he applied the oral gloss on his lips. "But I can give you something to keep your mouth busy."

That said, France simply resumed kissing England, taking extra-care to caress each and every bits of naked skin he could reach while doing it. It wasn't what England would have liked, but nevertheless he soon found himself swept away by France's expert touching and teasing… And the gloss was even more amazing that he had guessed, making him fill all tingly wherever he kissed him.

Noticing the effect it had on England, France reapplied the lip-gloss and proceeded to bite and molest his clamped nipples, earning a moan from his still tied up lover. He moved up to kiss him again then, smirking inside their kiss as he resumed teasing his gloss coated nipples with his fingers.

"If you were to untie me, I could do something for your problem down there..." England teased, taking his chance to kiss France's cheek, before moving to molest his earlobe as soon as he had noticed that he was somehow able to reach it. "Then I could fuck you into the mattress and come all over you one more time, only this time I would be the one licking you clean."

The proposition elicited a soft groan of pleasure from France, who by then was indeed as had as a rock. He moved closer to England in response and in doing so he just gave him more room to tease him.

"We definitively have to do that later on..." France whispered back, nuzzling his face against the crook of England's neck. "I'd like to do something different now, however, as long as I have you all tied up like you are now."

Despite his words, all France did after moving from his lover's embrace was reapplying the gloss one more time and resume kissing and touching England with leisure, something that the English nation didn't comprehend at all even though he was glad for it. Sure, his last orgasm had been mind-blowing thanks to the sounding, but it lacked quite a lot of France, since he could not touch him at all and even France himself was only focussed on his groin. Now, he still was tied up and bounded and couldn't touch him, but all the attention he was getting from his lover was still something he could only appreciate. Until he could get more from him, of course.

England was just about to prepare himself to keep enjoying France's soft and tingly teases, that his lover went suddenly back to the bed, coming back soon after with two leather gloves that appeared bumpy and deep red around the palm area.

"Where do they come from?"

"The leather shop." France simply answered as he put them on. "I hoped to find a matching outfit before today... It's because they were still without that I had to buy the one I'm currently wearing."

England took another long stare at his lover and couldn't help but to swallow and thank mentally the shop for not having acquired the matching suit in time. As much as he loved leather on both himself and France, the see-through net currently not covering his lover's body was a much better sight.

France noticed how England's gaze had moved lower to stare at his half erected cock, and couldn't help but chuckle in badly hidden satisfaction.

"I don't really mind, to be honest."

"Glad you don't." France teased him, and then he resumed his caresses all over England's body. Caresses that felt... Different, for lack of a better word.

The material and the bumpiness of the surface made him shiver all over, making his skin tingle with a pleasurable sensation. France resumed his kissing and licking as well, and soon England felt once again in the mood, even though he couldn't deny that all France's frigging sex toys would have felt way less annoying, if he had been free to reciprocate at least a little bit.

"I might consider tying you up more frequently. Usually by this point you would have already burst a vein and flipped us so that you could have your way with me~"

Despite the pleasure brought by France's careful hands, England could only groan and roll his eyes at his words. Yeah, England might have a habit to cut France's preliminaries short to switch them and take him, but the fault laid all on France being a hot tease. And on his short temper, but that was beside the point.

"Can't believe that all you wanted was stroking me like a cat..."

"Not only caressing you, mon amour, I was planning on trying another little thing that would be hard to put into action with you free to interrupt."

Much to England's surprise, France moved away from him and started to take off one of his gloves using his teeth, while the other hand moved lower to cup firmly his own groin. While his brain couldn't fully grasp the reason behind such a show, other parts of England were quickly showing their interest, helping even his brain to realise what was the point of all that.

"Fuck you, France, not a striptease." England moaned in defeat, a rapid sequence of all the times in which France had attempted to perform it for England -only to end up bent over the nearest surface in less than two minutes straight- coming to his mind.

There was little that could turn England on like watching France pleasuring himself, no matter how much he liked to boast about how submitting him in both politics and sex was his favourite past time.

"No one is telling you to watch, if you don't like it." France chirped merrily, his breath hitching a little at the feeling of the glove over his until then neglected cock. "But since you mentioned a sexy show early on and I couldn't deliver, well, I thought that you might have liked a private one."

England would have liked the private show quite a lot, truth to be told, if he hadn't been tied up against a wall. He would have ended the show earlier than France had in mind, sure, but not because he didn't appreciate it.

He knew that, considering his situation, he should have taken France's suggestion to look away, but he just couldn't tear his eyes off him. He followed the sensual movement of his hand, teasing him inside his underwear at first and then moving back upwards to caress enticingly his chest and nipples. Having just gotten a taste of how those gloves felt, his mouth suddenly turned exceptionally dry.

Eventually, the first glove went off and, as France's teeth started working on the other one, his now bare hand found his way into his blond curls, messing them up and thus stealing a soft curse from England's lips. How could such a simple gesture be so hot?

After even the second glove joined the other on the floor, France teased himself one more time all over before walking back to the bed. For a moment, England thought that he was about to take out the Tour Eiffel shaped massager from his bag, but instead his lover retrieved another butt plug, similar in shape to the one the English nation knew very well. It was black, though, and appeared slightly bigger than the lilac one.

"So you have the whole set." England managed to whisper, as his eyes glued on France's hands, currently coating the plug with plenty of lubricant.

"I like some variety." France answered him, his complacent smirk telling England how desperate to get his hands on him he must look. "You should give to all of them a chance as well, whenever you don't over abuse your ass beforehand."

That said, France spread himself over the bed, a position England that could fully appreciate despite the distance between them. Swiftly, his undergarments ended up on the floor, and France went straight to tease his own entrance with his fingers, still slippery with the lube he had used on the toy.

After having successfully gotten two fingers inside, France stopped self-pleasuring himself to get more lube and start working his hole open with the plug, while his free hand grabbed a firm hold of his now fully erect cock.

It was hard deciding on what to focus: his blond curls, spread over the red sheets; his blue eyes, closed as to savour the pleasure to the fullest; his pink lips, slightly open to let out his ragged breathing and, occasionally, soft moans of pleasure; his chest, still clad in the dark net and rising rhythmically; his angry red cock, worked furiously by France's delicate fingers; his hole, spread open by the sturdy toy he was using...

Fuck, if England wasn't restrained against the wall, that would have been the precise moment in which he would stop whatever France was planning and just have his way with him. He was powerless, though, and the chain behind his head tingled as England struggled to get free.

"France... Please..." England pleaded, making France open once again his lust-glazed eyes to stare back at him. "I don't care what you do, but please, do something to me!"

France groaned hearing the request and took the toy out of himself to sit up on the bed properly, using his now free hands to tease again his chest and nipples.

"I do wonder why I should do that, I'm finally having the chance of my life to actually appreciate some pleasure at my own leisure~"

"France! If you don't come here right now I will be the one who is going to tie you up to the wall next time, but I won't be as nice!"

France chuckled at the threat, but moved back to his lover anyway... Bringing with himself nothing less than the electric stimulator set. All of sudden, England was way less sure that literally every thing would do.

He was even less sure of it when France started to attach cables and appliances to the machine and to lube them up. Before he started to arrange them on England, however, he reapplied the oral gloss and went down on him, sending every fibre of his lover's being in a frenzy.

Fuck the lip-gloss… If the thing had felt cold and hot and pleasantly tingly on his skin until then, now on his cock it was a completely different matter. As France continued to worship it, England slowly began forgetting what he was even worried about… This until France gave a last lick to the head and placed a dark cock ring around the base of his cock.

"I don't really think that's necessary," England breathed out, as soon as he had realised what had happened. "Either you want to fuck me or let me fuck you."

"I just never tried the thing. I just want to be sure you won't come too soon, considering how excited I got you even though you have already come once." France explained, proceeding to put one of the cables around the head of England's cock and another one around its middle. The pads he had prepared, on the other hand, found their place under both their balls.

"Are we using the thing together?"

"Sort of. If I were sure to have enough self-control, I would put the cables around both our cocks."

"I might steal that idea for when I'll be the one who will tie you up against the wall, if this turns out to be good."

France's chuckle was short lived since, as soon as he turned on the stimulator, he let out a moan at the strange feeling just as England's body shuddered in pleasure.

"Fuck me..." He hissed, attempting to get France closer to him.

The French nation took the hint and held his lover closer, so close that he could feel the electric stimulation on England's cock through his own.

"Hell, this is good." France moaned once again, unconsciously starting to move himself against his lover.

"France, I meant it... Please, fuck me~"

"Or else, what would you do?" France teased, getting more lube on his hand and stepping up with the intensity of the stimulation. "Will you tie me up?

England was just about to answer, when France's fingers found their way inside of him and went to tease directly his prostate. He yelped and swore, realising that he was not going to survive this if it went on any longer than this.

"You can be damn sure that I'll tie you up!" England cried, feeling as if he was being overstimulated simultaneously in too many different ways to even understand what was going on anymore. "And then I'll blind fold you and spank you and tease you until you will beg me to conquer your frigging lands and-"

"And then… Will you fuck me against the wall?" France teased as his kept massaging England's sweet spot as the head of his cock rubbed against England's, stealing another loud moan from both their lips.

"I'll be damned if I gave you what you want, I'll deal with you like the bloody whore you are!" England screamed in exasperation. "I'll have the whole world fuck you as soon as you are helpless, if you don't fuck me right now on whatever surface! I'll let them take turns and plough into you, until you will drip cum for days!"

Acknowledging that this might even be the signal that he was getting a bit too far in his teasing, France searched England's lips for a deep, wet and hungry kiss, as he hastily proceeded to turn off the stimulator and remove both the pads and the cables around their cocks, before unchaining his wrists. As soon as he was free, despite the pain on his shoulders and despite all the things he had spat against his lover only few seconds before, England hastily grasped France's hair to keep him in place as he devoured his lips with desperate hunger.

"Give me a sec, I'll take you down." France whispered over his lips after some time, taking his chance to untie England the quickest way he could.

As soon as his legs were free, the English nation felt the pain of having them cramped in an unnatural position the whole time steading his feelings a little bit. He had no real time to complain, however, since soon France untied also the other set of ropes and England fell full weight into his caring embrace. Then, France scooped him up bridal style and laid him on the bed, where he proceeded to remove also the nipple clamps and the cock ring before covering him with his body to resume kissing and coddling him.

"I still like you better like this~" France confessed, hungrily kissing England one last time before he finally penetrated him properly, as he had been asked to do.

The English nation felt like crying at the feeling of France's dick finally inside him, and couldn't help but holding him as close as he could, as he built a slow and maddening pace that was certainly what France favoured, but also what England needed at the moment.

Eager as they already were, it took them not much before coming with one another's name on their lips. After the moment had passed, England just kept holding France tight against him, desperately needing the contact now that he was completely free to move the way he wanted.

"So, should I still take you against the wall tomorrow?" France asked after a while, his tone mellow and suave seeming completely out of place after all they had done during the day.

"Hmm... No, I think I'm good..." England mumbled in answer, as sleep already threatened to claim him. "How would you like a stroll around London with the bronze butt plug up your arse? Also having you inside the bath tub sounds good, though..."

"Not bad at all~" France purred against his lover's sweaty skin. "What about your idea of blindfolding me, tying me up and letting the rest of the world having their way with me?"

"Hmm... Changed my mind... Would turn out too messy and bloody ..."

"Why's that?"

"Because I'll have to kill them all afterwards..." England answered plainly, as if they had been talking about the weather. "You're only mine, in case you have forgotten…"

"Such a nasty and jealous nation I found myself." France chuckled at England's recrimination and moved to embrace him even tighter, taking his time to caress England's cheek reassuringly. "Je pourrais te préparer à dîner? And then you could eat it off me."

"Hmm… A whole French meal over a Frenchman sounds good... Need to get another victory over you to earn it though."

"I can offer you myself and my cuisine for free, you know?"

"No... I want... to win... over you..." England's breath definitively evened, his innocent looking face making a soft adoring smile appear on France's lips.

"You will never understand, Angleterre..." He told him fondly, as he kept caressing his cheek some more before leaving a soft kiss on his forehead and attempting to catch some sleep himself. "I'm always winning, as long as I'm with you."

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