[ He wants to protest more about the attention on his rear end, but the gentle kiss shuts him up before he can even start, and he chases after those lips before resting back against the pillow. France will feel such a strong pulse that America has on his neck, his eyes starting to grow hazy, lips hanging open but unable to form a coherent sentence. Months and months ago, he never thought he'd be in such a vulnerable position with someone else, but it's true that he trusts France more than most people.
He's not quiet in the least, ahs and other noises that sound more like crying out every time he hits him right where he needs to. He cannot answer France with words; simple as that.
America's hand remains on France's wrist and lift for a moment as if he's wanting to tap out and gain full access to breathing again, but.. his hand curls around the wrist instead, writhing a bit under the man. He's so close and he knows it's going to be something incredible.
America's eyes that France seemed so intoxicated with earlier are misty, but he nods rather hastily. ]
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He's not quiet in the least, ahs and other noises that sound more like crying out every time he hits him right where he needs to. He cannot answer France with words; simple as that.
America's hand remains on France's wrist and lift for a moment as if he's wanting to tap out and gain full access to breathing again, but.. his hand curls around the wrist instead, writhing a bit under the man. He's so close and he knows it's going to be something incredible.
America's eyes that France seemed so intoxicated with earlier are misty, but he nods rather hastily. ]