[ For as stubborn as he is, America is good to listen when he knows he's going to ultimately get the outcome that he wants, so.. his thighs do spread apart, granting the older man more room. ]
Um.. I mean.. I was serious about what I said. I trust you. Not like I didn't trust him, but.. mmph.
[ He's startled by France's assertiveness, sucking in a breath and holding it for a moment when he's teased. He releases it, steady, and flicks his gaze to meet the other blond's. ]
Just.. don't laugh at me. Like, about anything.
[ There are all sorts of insecurities that he has and keeps at bay with his typical boisterous facade; putting him in this position really does make him vulnerable to letting all those uncertainty things about himself rise to the surface. He was nervous about his body image, mostly, or appearing like someone who is weak and out of control.
France's suggestion earns a curl of his nose. ]
No, thanks. I can tell you already I don't like anything like that.. [ The kiss is appreciated with a hum followed by him chasing after France's lips. France probably feels the muscle's around that single digit relax, but he does tense up at the second finger, grimacing until he can relax again. ]
F—Fine, whatever. Everyone deserves to be selfish now and then.
[ His spine curls and his hips shift once he's used to the feeling. ]
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Um.. I mean.. I was serious about what I said. I trust you. Not like I didn't trust him, but.. mmph.
[ He's startled by France's assertiveness, sucking in a breath and holding it for a moment when he's teased. He releases it, steady, and flicks his gaze to meet the other blond's. ]
Just.. don't laugh at me. Like, about anything.
[ There are all sorts of insecurities that he has and keeps at bay with his typical boisterous facade; putting him in this position really does make him vulnerable to letting all those uncertainty things about himself rise to the surface. He was nervous about his body image, mostly, or appearing like someone who is weak and out of control.
France's suggestion earns a curl of his nose. ]
No, thanks. I can tell you already I don't like anything like that..
[ The kiss is appreciated with a hum followed by him chasing after France's lips. France probably feels the muscle's around that single digit relax, but he does tense up at the second finger, grimacing until he can relax again. ]
F—Fine, whatever. Everyone deserves to be selfish now and then.
[ His spine curls and his hips shift once he's used to the feeling. ]
C'mon, dude.. I'm not fragile.