[ Farmer's Market wine is a terrifying idea. France should have done it.
He's a little surprised when France just forces himself in there, but he really isn't too surprised. After all, he did take note of how the older man reacted when his teeth scraped along his length.. as it does again. America makes a muffled noise but squeezes his eyes shut, not surprised of what comes next. The way his hair was held was a perfect sign France wanted just this.. and America didn't protest at all.
Yes, he does like this more than he lets on.
He pants and opens his eyes when France his finished, his eyes slightly hazy as his partner's release hits his face. It feels so good.. he didn't know why he liked this so much.. the hot feeling over his reddened cheeks that cooled quickly. It's ultimately what makes him finish too, one hand still gripping his length and the other lifting up to his own face. He cleans off the mess with his fingers, shamelessly sticking them in his mouth without a word; only some ravenous moaning. He doesn't want to move right away, preoccupied by cleaning up himself in his own way. France didn't taste too bad, but America ate all sorts of gross and salty foods. He just liked it— it was one of his kinks he hadn't really discovered until he got more experience here.
Still trying to regain his composure, he speaks between jagged breaths: ]
D.. Don't rush me.
[ Cool. He gets to walk around in public wih his cum-stained face, nice. ]
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He's a little surprised when France just forces himself in there, but he really isn't too surprised. After all, he did take note of how the older man reacted when his teeth scraped along his length.. as it does again. America makes a muffled noise but squeezes his eyes shut, not surprised of what comes next. The way his hair was held was a perfect sign France wanted just this.. and America didn't protest at all.
Yes, he does like this more than he lets on.
He pants and opens his eyes when France his finished, his eyes slightly hazy as his partner's release hits his face. It feels so good.. he didn't know why he liked this so much.. the hot feeling over his reddened cheeks that cooled quickly. It's ultimately what makes him finish too, one hand still gripping his length and the other lifting up to his own face. He cleans off the mess with his fingers, shamelessly sticking them in his mouth without a word; only some ravenous moaning. He doesn't want to move right away, preoccupied by cleaning up himself in his own way. France didn't taste too bad, but America ate all sorts of gross and salty foods. He just liked it— it was one of his kinks he hadn't really discovered until he got more experience here.
Still trying to regain his composure, he speaks between jagged breaths: ]
D.. Don't rush me.
[ Cool. He gets to walk around in public wih his cum-stained face, nice. ]