[ He is still being honest. There are times where America intentionally is dishonest, usually with a political or business move, but something like this he’s always been honest as long as he can find himself admitting to it.
Though, his hands shift back to where they were right along those vital regions. Before he knows it, he’s tipping forward and giving the other man some lingering, slow kisses along his cheek and jaw. ]
[ It's not as if America isn't a good looking guy, even on a normal day when France is clear-headed. His youthful enthusiasm, at times, amuses France. It's never aroused his interest to any great extent though. It's a little weird... even for him.
His body, however, operates on a different sense of morale; it's obvious the effect of America's hands drawing so close. He wets his lips and curses under his breath, reaching up to cup the back of the other's neck. It's a gentle touch, as the rest of America's approach is strangely sweet and his heart doesn't have it in it to do anything harsh. Since the boy is distracted, France is left with guard duty, peering over the blond's shoulder to make sure nobody stumbles across them. France enjoys the idea of being caught, but being caught when it's the first time he's let America venture this far is not the mood.
Look, he can be sentimental and horny. ]
What do you think you're doing with those hands, hm?
[ He was going for playful but got low-key aroused. ]
I knew you were outgoing, but I didn't think exhibitionism was your thing. Are you sure you wouldn't like to come back to mine?
[ Maybe it's America's sincerity that makes him offer to move this somewhere more private. ]
Look, that's gonna take time..!! [ America blurts out, drawing back and sitting on his haunches. ]
Cause then we gotta go allllll the way to your place, and whatever! I don't want that!
[ Rapidly, his hands go to the hem of his own tee shirt (a little too firm fitting, but he purposefully did that here in Lunatia nowadays) and pulls the shirt off to expose his body. Most of his tone is in his arms, but he has pecs (that are half muscle and half soft) but his skin looks so pristine and sleek. There's an obvious farmer's tan going on and if France gets too touchy, he'll feel the softness around his middle and lovehandles. ]
Do you want me to suck your dick or not..!?
[ Well. Um. Wow. At least he's direct. ]
Or are you hesitant cause you and Austria got something going on..?
[ Well, that ended quickly enough. France almost regrets bringing up moving locations. He crosses his arms over his chest and watches America strip off his t-shirt with a keen eye, and really, the older nation likes what he sees. He loves a well-muscled man but he knows America is strong under the rounded edges. He unfolds his arms and reaches forward, grabbing America by the hem of his pants. Time to reel in a bit of the pouting. ]
Do you want to get caught?! Be quiet!
[ That last question does catch him off guard. There's a moment when he just stares, and then he purses his lips. ]
Not at all. I care about our relationship! I would hate for it to become awkward if I let you just blindly go forward with... things.
[ Things, like America sucking his dick in public, no less. If he said no he could just go back to his apartment and take care of the burden America has given him, again, but he's got an eyeful of clean skin he's slowly developing thoughts of marking up. France liked to make a lasting impression, even if it was just a temporary one for them.
He can be a wicked man, and it's so fun to tease America, so -- ]
[ The confession makes America's cheeks dust pink. Since when as someone really cared about him? He never wanted people to know that he knew he wasn't the most liked nation cause of, well, everything he was, but France seemed to care.
Any case, the last request gets him to assert himself even further, unfastening France's pants and giving him a full on grope. Finally. ]
Hah, it feels really nice already.. don't worry, man. I don't bite. I mean..
[ Sometimes he wishes he didn't care so much because America was a disaster, but he's been a disaster too. It'd be unfair to completely turn his back, but did that really equate to having the younger blond suck his dick under a nice shady tree?
The dust of pink along his cheeks and the grope answers that well enough and he hisses out a breath. ]
How about we just start with the lips and tongue... [ His hands drop and ease the fabric further out of the way. Tight pants be damned. ] I saw how you treated that strawberry.
[ His attention darts from America's form to the space around him. There is something seriously wrong with him for letting America get this far, but he's hard and the younger blond's eagerness and relative inexperience kind of do things for him. France's hand rests on the boy's broad shoulders and squeezes, beckoning him closer to his prize. ]
So impatient. I hope you aren't planning on rushing through this just because someone might walk across us?
[ It'd be easier to make an excuse if America hadn't taken off his shirt, but here we are. ]
[ If France is observant, he'll notice that there's a little more privacy behind that abandoned booth a few yards away, but it seems like America doesn't really mind the more open area. It's clearly the effects of having too many dick strawberries. His shirt is off cause it feels cooler and nicer, plus he doesn't want anything to stain it. He can be a sloppy guy, but he's pretty meticulous when it comes to his appearance and clothing.. something France could see eye to eye with. ]
I don't give a crap about that.
[ Lewd fruits aside, he probably would have an issue with this, but here we are. He continues to handle the other man through his undergarment, dipping forward to use those lips and tongue to start kissing him on the cheek, ear and throat. He murmurs against him. ]
I trust you a lot, so you should fuck me also.
[ ISN'T IT.. NICE TO HAVE PEOPLE BE SO DIRECT SOMETIMES? But the serious question: is he meaning in public like this? Would either of them have the preparation things handy? It's his lust talking without thought, it is.]
[ Wow, that's a red flag there and for a second France is aware of it enough past the lusty fruit-fest they're riding to part his lips and begin to protest. A moan comes out instead because America's palm is hot and rubbing him through his underwear. The novelty of having that warm mouth soon follow has him hard and straining against the fabric.
His eyes do dart over to the abandoned booth before America speaks and makes him groan in frustration. France isn't prepared to randomly fuck America but his body certainly seems to be keen at the idea. His cock jerks under a particular upward stroke and he reaches forward to grab for the younger blond's hand to still the motion. ]
Let's move. [ He presses his fingers against America's smooth jaw to point his attention toward the booth and maybe he even leans in to press a kiss, firmly, just below his ear.] One thing at a time. I will have you. [ The fingers around America's wrist release him and he slips it between their bodies to squeeze at him through his jeans. ] Repeatedly.
[ All this does is earn a rather pitiful whine from the younger nation and his nose curls in some frustration that they have to interrupt what they're doing now to move. It is an interesting and tempting spot for them to continue their little encounter and America follows without second thought until they are completely concealed behind the other side of the booth's backing. Instantly, he falls to his knees. It's that quick.
His hands go forth without hesitance to expose France, bringing his clothing down to his ankles and his palms face flat on the older man's hips, keeping him firm against the back of the booth. France is right; he's not one to linger or savor the moment. In fact, he handles the other blond at the base and tries to take him in completely.
.. which makes him choke a little so he backs it up a bit.
[ Despite his usual open-mindedness, at least in regard to casual sex, France still harbors some misconceptions about America apparently; namely the boy suffering from his Puritan upbringing. He doesn't know if this is something he'd do back home or not. What France knows is that this is different. His feet seem to carry themselves to the booth on their own accord before he has the chance to think too hard on it.
Other things he doesn't want to think about: America choking on his dick.
So he doesn't. His fingers find America's hair and he tugs with just enough tension to get the boy's attention. ]
So eager. Try again, slowly. [ He feels a rush at ordering America to do it all again. The only thing that keeps France from physically urging his length down the other blond's throat is the strong hand pinning his hips to the back of the booth. It's like a trainwreck but he can't look away. Really, America is cute. Even with a dick in his mouth. Particularly under that condition, actually. ]
[ He is cute, isn't he? There something to be said about one of England's former colonies being so submissive so easily. France should feel pretty good about it now.. if it weren't for the fact his energy is so naive. America's time in Lunatia has taught him a thing or two about being seductive, but obviously not enough.
He retracts his lips to talk, oh god. ]
Dude, don't tell me what to do! Let me do it my way..!
[ That's how it's always been, hasn't it? Anyway, red looks good on him. The dick in his mouth isn't what is getting him to blush; it's France talking to him like he's a child.. even though he is a lot younger.
Despite his words, he does listen to France and goes slowly, his eyes fanning shut as he attempts to take the other man in with a more acceptable pace. He couldn't tell you why he loved doing this so much. It probably had something to do with the fact he had an oral fixation.
His soft lips seal tighter over France's length and he picks up a steady pace, surprisingly mindful of his teeth. His eyes open to glance upward for approval, swirling the flat of his tongue over the tip at one point when he slides his head back. ]
[ He would be more prone to guilt over America's somewhat clumsy seduction if he didn't know better; he is far from the first the younger nation's had. He's not turned off with the naivety. He does, however, experience a flash of annoyance when America's stubbornness shows itself. It explained why this was as far as the younger blond had gotten in terms of approach and technique. ]
You have better use for that mouth than sassing me.
[ It's a good thing that America enjoys sucking dick enough to mostly ignore France's bad habit of scolding him. Unfortunately, it comes naturally even if he's fond of the younger nation. He's easily distracted though when America listens, causing the Frenchman to exhale sharply and push his hands deeper into America's hair. For now, he lets the younger blond go at his own pace, taking in as much of him as could. Those eyes looking up and it's difficult to not call that twist in his gut foreboding.
Denial is something that he excels at. Rather than push him off his free hand cups the underside of America's chin, fingertips brushing against the slope of the blond's adam's apple. ]
Do you think you'll choke this time?
[ He thinks that it's easier to pose a challenge instead. That conscious is going to kill him. ]
[ America responds, dick still in mouth, which was equal to a "no." He could have responded right after he slips his mouth back and releases France, flushed, eyes filled with lust as he looks up at the other man to take in a breath. He's really playing it up— not like he really mean to— he just does. ]
Wait..
[ His voice is actually softer this time and he spends the next few moments running his tongue along the side of the other man's prick, dipping down a little further to give some attention to his balls aswell. When he shifts and looks up at France, he'll give him a squeeze down there too. He finally takes his other hand off of France's hip and tries to take him in further, suppressing his gag reflex. He's doing his best, though. ]
[ Grapes. Grapes were making him horny for America's bedroom eyes. He'd be angry if he knew, but he doesn't, and that's okay because he's just getting his fingers dug into a particularly stubborn itch he's had for over a year now. What's worse is that he knows he probably looks just as intent as the blond on his knees right now; there's no brushing it off or making jokes.
There's only quietly offered praise, muttered low so only the younger nation can hear, when America tongue slides down his length. An eyebrow lifts at the squeeze, but from the way his stomach clenches the attention hit the right spot. ]
You have no right to look this attractive right now.
[ He's taking a step back from the snark to gently tease America instead, though from how his breath catches and twists into a moan it might be more of a compliment. The lack of a hand on his hip to anchor him in place is noted, but he doesn't automatically grab the back of the younger nation's head and force him down. Not yet.
That would be selfish... but damn if the faint flutter of America's throat against the tip of his erection doesn't inspire a bit of greed out of the Frenchman. If there are any hands on him France gently pushes them off, tapping America's jaw to get his attention. ]
Touch yourself for me. [ Their position doesn't offer France much of an opportunity to pay America back for his efforts and he'd hate for him to go without release. His lips curve and he winds his fingers back in that short blond hair. ] I'll make it up to you when I get you back home, hm?
[ Those must have been some pretty blue grapes. His eyes are rather twinkly, though. He seems to be doing a pretty decent job for someone who lacks experience, but it's the fact he doesn't want to keep his mouth shut that might ruin everything. Just like here, where he slides his mouth back, teeth accidentally grazing the other man. He blurts out: ]
I'm always attractive..!!
[ Oh. Sensitive, much? ]
Don't tell me what to do; I was just gonna do that! I'm gonna touch myself for myself. You got that?
[ He busies himself unfastening his denims and exposes himself. He's hard. It's kind of surprising he hasn't fussed about this until now, but his hand works.. um, rather quickly. His other hand takes France by the base and he pants against the other blond before teasing him at the tip, lips sealing tightly over the end. He stops just to talk, again, but sounds a lot more huskier: ]
[ They'd been very pretty grapes and sweet making it difficult to resist the temptation of eating too many. France had even considered buying more just to see what kind of wine they could produce. He and America had crossed paths before he could return to the booth and haggle with the vendor. Wine is the furthest thing from his mind, which speaks volumes.
The way that he pants and goes slightly unsteady at the graze of teeth also speaks volumes. America speaks and ruins whatever patience the older man has. That is what the blond excelled at when it came to their partnership. There were fond feelings, yes, but then the rebellious side would come out to battle them. France is silent for a moment, eyes drawn to where the boy's hands worked the fly of his own jeans, transfixed at the display. ]
You wanted to learn, but you dig your heels in so stubbornly.
[ France's eyes are definitely watching the blur of skin on skin as his hand strokes quickly, groaning in mild frustration. He'd be lying if he didn't want to show him by example. Instead, he grabs the back of America's head, smirking at the rather forward demand. ]
Make me.
[ Also a heathen, France forces himself past America's lips, uncaring if he got teeth or not. The initial effort is paced, and when he hits the back of the boy's throat he tightens his hold on the hair in his fingers and holds him there just to feel the muscles work around him. He grunts and wets his lips. ]
I think that you like this more than you let on, America.
[ It's rhetorical, so much that it seems that France is doing his best to deter the blond from pulling off his dick at all to retort. They aren't in the kind of position to linger for too much longer, something that France is aware of in both the pragmatic and perverse sense. Maybe that's what makes him all the more eager to use the younger nation's mouth for his own pleasure. He'll make up for it later when they don't have the danger of prying eyes on them.
The pace is what hints at France being close but he pulls out before that happens. America had made a request, after all. He makes a mess, as it were, all over America's flushed cheeks and along his jaw. It takes him a moment to catch his breath but when he does he says something that he's probably going to have regrets about later: ]
[ 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. ]
[ Sometimes he hates his libido for the ridiculous thing that it is. He's still not clued in on how much the bountiful harvest has played it up in regard to bedding America. He just knows he wants to see the rest of the boy's body. Maybe he'll give him a nice massage for being so good on his knees? That sounds formidable in France's mind.
In for a penny, right? ]
You seem intent on rushing me into having my way with you again.
[ If America is content to put on a show, France isn't going to be rude and not watch it. At least he has the mind to close his trousers back up before he swipes his thumb smoothly over a spot that the younger blond had missed. It'd be a shame to leave that there, even if it's obscene enough to make France happy. He presses against America's plumped lips, hinting that his fingers weren't the only to deserve special treatment. ]
Why am I surprised that you'd be this showy, hm?
[ Not that he disapproves. Still, he's in the spot of implying rather than demanding they get out of here. ]
[ Wow. So bossy. His nose wrinkles when France gets a spot he missed but doesn't seem to protest when he gets a kiss. It's almost as if his body is contradicting his words. ]
I can be showy 'cause people should look at me. I don't see you looking away, dumbass.
[ Why is he like this? In any case, he's compliant after his shirt gets back on and goes with France without a fuss and.. without much of any words, actually. There's still some mess on his hands and the second he's inside, he helps himself to the bathroom to wash up only to, undoubtedly, get messy again.
In fact, France will see him stripping off his clothes, again, as he emerges out of the bathroom. If France doesn't stop him, he's going in for a kiss once his shirt is discarded.. again.
[ Why is he like this. At least with his pants up and his shirt neatly arranged the elder of the two looks a little more composed than he had during the whole thing. America's arguing makes him roll his eyes nonetheless. ]
I'm getting you a gag. It's dirty talk, America. Spare me the unwarranted defense.
[ His hand does slip low on the boy's back from time to time on their walk back to his place where he does his own cleaning up. They're only apart for a few minutes, but France's libido wins out and has him walking toward the bedroom. It's not his fault that America's already got his shirt halfway off when he walks in. His eyes narrow in silent speculation as if something deep in his subconscious is trying to tell him that this is wrong. The sure, steady pressure of America's lips on his makes him pine and wind his arms around him to pull him in until there's no space between their bodies.
He gets his ass squeeze in while he's at it. Very nice. His teeth dig into America's lip for the sass he got earlier. ]
Why don't you get comfortable? Over there.
[ France with his nice bed. The sheets look like they're plush. Good for sullying. ]
[ There's a bit of noise when his ass is grabbed but he should have expected something like that. It's where a lot of his weight carries, after all. He breaks their kiss and tucks in his lower lip, as if nursing where France bit it. What France is suggesting does seem like a good idea. Unlike France, he isn't feeling much apprehension this time around. Instead of jumping right on the bed, he opts in to busying himself with France's shirt, unbuttoning each one slowly. He doesn't say something for awhile as he does this until the shirt is undone and his hands begin to wander. The body hair is what gets the most attention and America actually smiles. ]
Dude, you just feel old.
[ What does that mean..! America. ]
How much sex have you had?
[ AMERICA. ]
Like.. a lot.. all the time, I bet. I'm really excited for you to show me a good time!
[ ... ah. That's when he breaks away and strips the rest of the way down, discarding all over his clothes and hopping onto the bed, enough to give it a little bounce before turning on his side to look at France, one of his hands lifting to remove his glasses once more. ]
[ He lets his hands wander to rest on America's hips, thumbs idly stroking his skin while the younger blond went to undo the buttons of his shirt. The moment America's hands start roaming his own shift to work at America's pants. He doesn't get far because ...yet again, America opens his mouth and distracts him. France's brow furrows and he tips his head in confusion. ]
How do I feel old? Body hair doesn't mean you're old...
[ He actually makes a sound at the bluntness of what tragedy comes from the boy's lips next. Uh. America. What a strange conversation they're having leading up to sleeping together??? ]
Darling, I do not kiss and tell but I am quite versed, you could say. I don't want to talk about other partners. My focus is on you right now.
[ Eager, isn't he? The Frenchman follows suit, stripping as well before he slips to the bed. It's like some strange, out of body experience to watch his hand roam over America's ribs and downward to lazily stroke his length. It's not weird enough to stop, or kiss the slightly bruised lip he was responsible for. ]
Why don't you tell me what you're most curious about and then we'll go from there?
[ Oh, there's a hitch in this breath when he's suddenly stroked, but he feels himself huddling to the other man closer. Did.. he suddenly look pretty coy? It seemed that way. He didn't think he'd really have a choice about all of this so he can't look France in the eyes when he speaks. ]
U—uhm.. I mean.. don't take this to wrong way like I don't know what I'm doing, or something.. I haven't really, like, I dunno, explored much of what I might like.. you know, kinky stuff, but..
[ But. ]
I don't.. know if you'd be interested in helping me with that. If not.. Austr--
[ Oh. Maybe he shouldn't drop names. ]
Someone.. used their fingers really well inside of me. I liked that.. um.. a lot.
[ Seeing him curl in slightly at the touch makes him feel strangely affectionate, maybe even fond; both emotions he's certainly felt for America in the most platonic sense. Certainly, what they're doing could be considered friendly, but it's just the slightest bit different, enough that if he were to focus on it his head might hurt a little. The only thing that hurts is the inside of his cheek from biting it to hide the smile brought on by America's staggered breathing. Coy. Cute. Either or. The stutter makes him draw his hand from America's length to trace circles against his thigh.
Less distraction, but he still got to touch. He's unphased by false bravado but his brow raises, just a little flicker. Kinky stuff... This poor vanilla bean. ]
I'm listening... [ Which is good, because the younger nation keeps talking with that pretty (bratty) mouth of his. There's really no use in trailing off after that much of a slip but it's kind of adorable how he tried. He let's out a breath and reaches up to tip the other's face to look at his better. France doesn't seem upset. ]
I worship that man's hands. You lucked out, darling.
[ He does appreciate the mental image though. ]
I'd have loved to see it.
[ Not to say that cuckolding was out of the question. Maybe later. ]
I think he's home right now. Imagine if he overheard me having my way with you.
[ Perfect time to trail off and get the lube. America will either get flustered or be on board, but the slick finger teasing his ass might be distraction from whatever hangups he might be struggling with. ]
At least until you tell me what else you want me to help you with.
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[ He is still being honest. There are times where America intentionally is dishonest, usually with a political or business move, but something like this he’s always been honest as long as he can find himself admitting to it.
Though, his hands shift back to where they were right along those vital regions. Before he knows it, he’s tipping forward and giving the other man some lingering, slow kisses along his cheek and jaw. ]
I trust you, though.
[ He sounds so innocent, but sincere. ]
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His body, however, operates on a different sense of morale; it's obvious the effect of America's hands drawing so close. He wets his lips and curses under his breath, reaching up to cup the back of the other's neck. It's a gentle touch, as the rest of America's approach is strangely sweet and his heart doesn't have it in it to do anything harsh. Since the boy is distracted, France is left with guard duty, peering over the blond's shoulder to make sure nobody stumbles across them. France enjoys the idea of being caught, but being caught when it's the first time he's let America venture this far is not the mood.
Look, he can be sentimental and horny. ]
What do you think you're doing with those hands, hm?
[ He was going for playful but got low-key aroused. ]
I knew you were outgoing, but I didn't think exhibitionism was your thing. Are you sure you wouldn't like to come back to mine?
[ Maybe it's America's sincerity that makes him offer to move this somewhere more private. ]
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[ America blurts out, drawing back and sitting on his haunches. ]
Cause then we gotta go allllll the way to your place, and whatever! I don't want that!
[ Rapidly, his hands go to the hem of his own tee shirt (a little too firm fitting, but he purposefully did that here in Lunatia nowadays) and pulls the shirt off to expose his body. Most of his tone is in his arms, but he has pecs (that are half muscle and half soft) but his skin looks so pristine and sleek. There's an obvious farmer's tan going on and if France gets too touchy, he'll feel the softness around his middle and lovehandles. ]
Do you want me to suck your dick or not..!?
[ Well. Um. Wow. At least he's direct. ]
Or are you hesitant cause you and Austria got something going on..?
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Do you want to get caught?! Be quiet!
[ That last question does catch him off guard. There's a moment when he just stares, and then he purses his lips. ]
Not at all. I care about our relationship! I would hate for it to become awkward if I let you just blindly go forward with... things.
[ Things, like America sucking his dick in public, no less. If he said no he could just go back to his apartment and take care of the burden America has given him, again, but he's got an eyeful of clean skin he's slowly developing thoughts of marking up. France liked to make a lasting impression, even if it was just a temporary one for them.
He can be a wicked man, and it's so fun to tease America, so -- ]
Convince me you want this.
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[ The confession makes America's cheeks dust pink. Since when as someone really cared about him? He never wanted people to know that he knew he wasn't the most liked nation cause of, well, everything he was, but France seemed to care.
Any case, the last request gets him to assert himself even further, unfastening France's pants and giving him a full on grope. Finally. ]
Hah, it feels really nice already.. don't worry, man. I don't bite. I mean..
[ He squeezes the other blond. ]
Unless you want me too.
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The dust of pink along his cheeks and the grope answers that well enough and he hisses out a breath. ]
How about we just start with the lips and tongue... [ His hands drop and ease the fabric further out of the way. Tight pants be damned. ] I saw how you treated that strawberry.
[ His attention darts from America's form to the space around him. There is something seriously wrong with him for letting America get this far, but he's hard and the younger blond's eagerness and relative inexperience kind of do things for him. France's hand rests on the boy's broad shoulders and squeezes, beckoning him closer to his prize. ]
So impatient. I hope you aren't planning on rushing through this just because someone might walk across us?
[ It'd be easier to make an excuse if America hadn't taken off his shirt, but here we are. ]
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I don't give a crap about that.
[ Lewd fruits aside, he probably would have an issue with this, but here we are.
He continues to handle the other man through his undergarment, dipping forward to use those lips and tongue to start kissing him on the cheek, ear and throat. He murmurs against him. ]
I trust you a lot, so you should fuck me also.
[ ISN'T IT.. NICE TO HAVE PEOPLE BE SO DIRECT SOMETIMES? But the serious question: is he meaning in public like this? Would either of them have the preparation things handy? It's his lust talking without thought, it is.]
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His eyes do dart over to the abandoned booth before America speaks and makes him groan in frustration. France isn't prepared to randomly fuck America but his body certainly seems to be keen at the idea. His cock jerks under a particular upward stroke and he reaches forward to grab for the younger blond's hand to still the motion. ]
Let's move. [ He presses his fingers against America's smooth jaw to point his attention toward the booth and maybe he even leans in to press a kiss, firmly, just below his ear.] One thing at a time. I will have you. [ The fingers around America's wrist release him and he slips it between their bodies to squeeze at him through his jeans. ] Repeatedly.
[ Gross. ]
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His hands go forth without hesitance to expose France, bringing his clothing down to his ankles and his palms face flat on the older man's hips, keeping him firm against the back of the booth. France is right; he's not one to linger or savor the moment. In fact, he handles the other blond at the base and tries to take him in completely.
.. which makes him choke a little so he backs it up a bit.
Must be nice for him to be quiet for a change. ]
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Other things he doesn't want to think about: America choking on his dick.
So he doesn't. His fingers find America's hair and he tugs with just enough tension to get the boy's attention. ]
So eager. Try again, slowly. [ He feels a rush at ordering America to do it all again. The only thing that keeps France from physically urging his length down the other blond's throat is the strong hand pinning his hips to the back of the booth. It's like a trainwreck but he can't look away. Really, America is cute. Even with a dick in his mouth. Particularly under that condition, actually. ]
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He retracts his lips to talk, oh god. ]
Dude, don't tell me what to do! Let me do it my way..!
[ That's how it's always been, hasn't it? Anyway, red looks good on him. The dick in his mouth isn't what is getting him to blush; it's France talking to him like he's a child.. even though he is a lot younger.
Despite his words, he does listen to France and goes slowly, his eyes fanning shut as he attempts to take the other man in with a more acceptable pace. He couldn't tell you why he loved doing this so much. It probably had something to do with the fact he had an oral fixation.
His soft lips seal tighter over France's length and he picks up a steady pace, surprisingly mindful of his teeth. His eyes open to glance upward for approval, swirling the flat of his tongue over the tip at one point when he slides his head back. ]
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You have better use for that mouth than sassing me.
[ It's a good thing that America enjoys sucking dick enough to mostly ignore France's bad habit of scolding him. Unfortunately, it comes naturally even if he's fond of the younger nation. He's easily distracted though when America listens, causing the Frenchman to exhale sharply and push his hands deeper into America's hair. For now, he lets the younger blond go at his own pace, taking in as much of him as could. Those eyes looking up and it's difficult to not call that twist in his gut foreboding.
Denial is something that he excels at. Rather than push him off his free hand cups the underside of America's chin, fingertips brushing against the slope of the blond's adam's apple. ]
Do you think you'll choke this time?
[ He thinks that it's easier to pose a challenge instead. That conscious is going to kill him. ]
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[ America responds, dick still in mouth, which was equal to a "no." He could have responded right after he slips his mouth back and releases France, flushed, eyes filled with lust as he looks up at the other man to take in a breath. He's really playing it up— not like he really mean to— he just does. ]
Wait..
[ His voice is actually softer this time and he spends the next few moments running his tongue along the side of the other man's prick, dipping down a little further to give some attention to his balls aswell. When he shifts and looks up at France, he'll give him a squeeze down there too. He finally takes his other hand off of France's hip and tries to take him in further, suppressing his gag reflex. He's doing his best, though. ]
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There's only quietly offered praise, muttered low so only the younger nation can hear, when America tongue slides down his length. An eyebrow lifts at the squeeze, but from the way his stomach clenches the attention hit the right spot. ]
You have no right to look this attractive right now.
[ He's taking a step back from the snark to gently tease America instead, though from how his breath catches and twists into a moan it might be more of a compliment. The lack of a hand on his hip to anchor him in place is noted, but he doesn't automatically grab the back of the younger nation's head and force him down. Not yet.
That would be selfish... but damn if the faint flutter of America's throat against the tip of his erection doesn't inspire a bit of greed out of the Frenchman. If there are any hands on him France gently pushes them off, tapping America's jaw to get his attention. ]
Touch yourself for me. [ Their position doesn't offer France much of an opportunity to pay America back for his efforts and he'd hate for him to go without release. His lips curve and he winds his fingers back in that short blond hair. ] I'll make it up to you when I get you back home, hm?
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I'm always attractive..!!
[ Oh. Sensitive, much? ]
Don't tell me what to do; I was just gonna do that! I'm gonna touch myself for myself. You got that?
[ He busies himself unfastening his denims and exposes himself. He's hard. It's kind of surprising he hasn't fussed about this until now, but his hand works.. um, rather quickly. His other hand takes France by the base and he pants against the other blond before teasing him at the tip, lips sealing tightly over the end. He stops just to talk, again, but sounds a lot more huskier: ]
You better make a mess all over me.
[ Heathen. ]
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The way that he pants and goes slightly unsteady at the graze of teeth also speaks volumes. America speaks and ruins whatever patience the older man has. That is what the blond excelled at when it came to their partnership. There were fond feelings, yes, but then the rebellious side would come out to battle them. France is silent for a moment, eyes drawn to where the boy's hands worked the fly of his own jeans, transfixed at the display. ]
You wanted to learn, but you dig your heels in so stubbornly.
[ France's eyes are definitely watching the blur of skin on skin as his hand strokes quickly, groaning in mild frustration. He'd be lying if he didn't want to show him by example. Instead, he grabs the back of America's head, smirking at the rather forward demand. ]
Make me.
[ Also a heathen, France forces himself past America's lips, uncaring if he got teeth or not. The initial effort is paced, and when he hits the back of the boy's throat he tightens his hold on the hair in his fingers and holds him there just to feel the muscles work around him. He grunts and wets his lips. ]
I think that you like this more than you let on, America.
[ It's rhetorical, so much that it seems that France is doing his best to deter the blond from pulling off his dick at all to retort. They aren't in the kind of position to linger for too much longer, something that France is aware of in both the pragmatic and perverse sense. Maybe that's what makes him all the more eager to use the younger nation's mouth for his own pleasure. He'll make up for it later when they don't have the danger of prying eyes on them.
The pace is what hints at France being close but he pulls out before that happens. America had made a request, after all. He makes a mess, as it were, all over America's flushed cheeks and along his jaw. It takes him a moment to catch his breath but when he does he says something that he's probably going to have regrets about later: ]
Come back to mine. We can get you cleaned up.
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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. ]
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In for a penny, right? ]
You seem intent on rushing me into having my way with you again.
[ If America is content to put on a show, France isn't going to be rude and not watch it. At least he has the mind to close his trousers back up before he swipes his thumb smoothly over a spot that the younger blond had missed. It'd be a shame to leave that there, even if it's obscene enough to make France happy. He presses against America's plumped lips, hinting that his fingers weren't the only to deserve special treatment. ]
Why am I surprised that you'd be this showy, hm?
[ Not that he disapproves. Still, he's in the spot of implying rather than demanding they get out of here. ]
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[ Wow. So bossy. His nose wrinkles when France gets a spot he missed but doesn't seem to protest when he gets a kiss. It's almost as if his body is contradicting his words. ]
I can be showy 'cause people should look at me. I don't see you looking away, dumbass.
[ Why is he like this? In any case, he's compliant after his shirt gets back on and goes with France without a fuss and.. without much of any words, actually. There's still some mess on his hands and the second he's inside, he helps himself to the bathroom to wash up only to, undoubtedly, get messy again.
In fact, France will see him stripping off his clothes, again, as he emerges out of the bathroom. If France doesn't stop him, he's going in for a kiss once his shirt is discarded.. again.
Yeah, he is a little too eager. ]
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I'm getting you a gag. It's dirty talk, America. Spare me the unwarranted defense.
[ His hand does slip low on the boy's back from time to time on their walk back to his place where he does his own cleaning up. They're only apart for a few minutes, but France's libido wins out and has him walking toward the bedroom. It's not his fault that America's already got his shirt halfway off when he walks in. His eyes narrow in silent speculation as if something deep in his subconscious is trying to tell him that this is wrong. The sure, steady pressure of America's lips on his makes him pine and wind his arms around him to pull him in until there's no space between their bodies.
He gets his ass squeeze in while he's at it. Very nice. His teeth dig into America's lip for the sass he got earlier. ]
Why don't you get comfortable? Over there.
[ France with his nice bed. The sheets look like they're plush. Good for sullying. ]
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Dude, you just feel old.
[ What does that mean..! America. ]
How much sex have you had?
[ AMERICA. ]
Like.. a lot.. all the time, I bet. I'm really excited for you to show me a good time!
[ ... ah. That's when he breaks away and strips the rest of the way down, discarding all over his clothes and hopping onto the bed, enough to give it a little bounce before turning on his side to look at France, one of his hands lifting to remove his glasses once more. ]
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How do I feel old? Body hair doesn't mean you're old...
[ He actually makes a sound at the bluntness of what tragedy comes from the boy's lips next. Uh. America. What a strange conversation they're having leading up to sleeping together??? ]
Darling, I do not kiss and tell but I am quite versed, you could say. I don't want to talk about other partners. My focus is on you right now.
[ Eager, isn't he? The Frenchman follows suit, stripping as well before he slips to the bed. It's like some strange, out of body experience to watch his hand roam over America's ribs and downward to lazily stroke his length. It's not weird enough to stop, or kiss the slightly bruised lip he was responsible for. ]
Why don't you tell me what you're most curious about and then we'll go from there?
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[ Oh, there's a hitch in this breath when he's suddenly stroked, but he feels himself huddling to the other man closer. Did.. he suddenly look pretty coy? It seemed that way. He didn't think he'd really have a choice about all of this so he can't look France in the eyes when he speaks. ]
U—uhm.. I mean.. don't take this to wrong way like I don't know what I'm doing, or something.. I haven't really, like, I dunno, explored much of what I might like.. you know, kinky stuff, but..
[ But. ]
I don't.. know if you'd be interested in helping me with that. If not.. Austr--
[ Oh. Maybe he shouldn't drop names. ]
Someone.. used their fingers really well inside of me. I liked that.. um.. a lot.
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Less distraction, but he still got to touch. He's unphased by false bravado but his brow raises, just a little flicker. Kinky stuff... This poor vanilla bean. ]
I'm listening... [ Which is good, because the younger nation keeps talking with that pretty (bratty) mouth of his. There's really no use in trailing off after that much of a slip but it's kind of adorable how he tried. He let's out a breath and reaches up to tip the other's face to look at his better. France doesn't seem upset. ]
I worship that man's hands. You lucked out, darling.
[ He does appreciate the mental image though. ]
I'd have loved to see it.
[ Not to say that cuckolding was out of the question. Maybe later. ]
I think he's home right now. Imagine if he overheard me having my way with you.
[ Perfect time to trail off and get the lube. America will either get flustered or be on board, but the slick finger teasing his ass might be distraction from whatever hangups he might be struggling with. ]
At least until you tell me what else you want me to help you with.
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[ ????
France's idea gets his blue eyes to widen and he stammers out: ]
Dude, that would be so..
[ The next word dwindles in his mouth before he closes his lips and then speaks again. ]
I mean, he can watch if he wants... everyone should look at me. It's not like he hasn't seen it before.
[ OH. WHAT. ]
I bet he would come just looking at me.
[ PUT SOAP IN HIS MOUTH. ]
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