[ He doesn't think America is the type to enjoy a partnership like he and Austria have to the extent they have it, but there is something horribly gratifying in the young blond willingly participating in something France knew quite well and enjoy it. The desire to dote over the American is strong but that will come later. After them.
Show vulnerability and get France's attentive affection. Win/win.
France is hardly treating the nation beneath him gently but he feels an unavoidable fondness spurred on with every sound that slips from America's lips. The blond is wonderfully incoherent and pliant beneath him and he is happy to offer a few hushed words of praise. He's really holding out for America to finish before he will, but his hips stutter in their harsh tempo when the hand on his wrist pulls up. It's fast enough that the grip he has on America's neck goes lax and his brow creases in concern. Before he can ask if the other was okay that hand anchoring his own shifts and he watches how he writhes against the sheets.
He croons in approval when he gets a nod from the blond and drops to rest on an elbow, coincidentally trapping America's length between them. His fingers readjust their grip, slowly cutting off his air to a greater extent than he had previously. The rush he feels from overwhelming a lover is not new by any means but it is new in that he's doing this to America. Who is getting off from it. Part of it feels incredibly taboo, even while under the influence of various influences.
Now's a perfect time for that kiss, stealing whatever breath America may have. It also just felt right and the younger nation had been so quick to chase after his lips at the start of this. He'd hate to deprive him of more. ]
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Show vulnerability and get France's attentive affection. Win/win.
France is hardly treating the nation beneath him gently but he feels an unavoidable fondness spurred on with every sound that slips from America's lips. The blond is wonderfully incoherent and pliant beneath him and he is happy to offer a few hushed words of praise. He's really holding out for America to finish before he will, but his hips stutter in their harsh tempo when the hand on his wrist pulls up. It's fast enough that the grip he has on America's neck goes lax and his brow creases in concern. Before he can ask if the other was okay that hand anchoring his own shifts and he watches how he writhes against the sheets.
He croons in approval when he gets a nod from the blond and drops to rest on an elbow, coincidentally trapping America's length between them. His fingers readjust their grip, slowly cutting off his air to a greater extent than he had previously. The rush he feels from overwhelming a lover is not new by any means but it is new in that he's doing this to America. Who is getting off from it. Part of it feels incredibly taboo, even while under the influence of various influences.
Now's a perfect time for that kiss, stealing whatever breath America may have. It also just felt right and the younger nation had been so quick to chase after his lips at the start of this. He'd hate to deprive him of more. ]