[ France is skeptical but he doesn't want to compare the trail of hugs and kisses there two of them alone have amassed. He shrugs and throws the remaining stub of berry away, eyeing the possibility of another crate. America is fine where he is, eating his apple... and France is just about to ask him again about expanding his restaurant's menu (fresh produce though... he's asking for a lot) when he turns in time to see the path the younger blond's eyes are taking.
Not again.
France sighs to himself and turns. Because he loves the kid he tries to give him the benefit of the doubt. It's no particular moon and he hasn't connected the dots with the fruit. Besides... ]
About paying or about introducing fresh ingredients to your menu? Either way, yes. [ there is the slightest hint of weary pause, but he's in it for the fashion baby ] Do you wish to know where I got them? I could find you a pair.
[ His gaze is wandering again since France isn't facing him straight on once more. The shirt France is wearing is a little looser than what he's wearing on his lower half, but thanks to the ab-adorn fruit he's been eating, he can't help but be curious as to what's under that shirt. ]
Umm, well, I've already stocked up on stuff for the restaurant since.. [ his eyes bounce downwards again, then back up ] ... since it saves money.
[ One last crunch of that apple and all that is left is the core, and instead of finding a garbage can to throw it in, he just chucks it some place innocently and licks the juices all of his fingers before wiping his hands across his thighs. ]
Hey! You wanna keep shopping with me? I could use the company.
[ Somewhere between the distracted tone and the wayward glances (at least the ones that France can catch...he doesn't even know the half of it), the chances of this being a completely friendly exchange are dwindling.
France has been playing the game for too long. He just doesn't know the cause... or the reason he lets his eyes drop to America's fingers when they're lapped clean. He excuses it with a quick: ] Don't do that!
Not when you're going to touch other produce people will buy.
[ He can't take you anywhere nice, and he didn't even take you here. The question catches him off-guard enough that he turns, looking from the stalls to America's overly bright eyes. ]
I suppose I could keep you company. What stalls have been your favorite so far?
I'll do what I want! As if you could stop me, dude! Hahaha. [ That's all he says in regard to that. Though, he seems pretty happy when France agrees to be his company. ]
Phew. I was worried I'd be doing this all by myself! Good to see some support.
[ And here, he joins along France, allowing their shoulders to brush as he looks over at him, seeming pretty delighted. ]
All of them, man. This whole thing is a great idea! Aren't some of the produce just hilarious? I really couldn't help myself but eating a ton.. only if they had funny sexy parts to them. Those are my favorites.
[ He just steadies his hand on the small of France's back to initiate some contact. ]
Support? [ The skepticism intensifies, but he might just grin at America's enthusiasm. Really, when it wasn't annoying it was infectious. His attention is refirected to the younger blond's shoulder that had just brushed his, curious. France tucks his gross strawberries into his shopping bag and shrugs.
Which causes their shoulders to brush again. Man they're standing close. ] Clearly you need someone with good taste. I'm here to help.
[ For a moment he just lets America ramble on, but there's definitely a moment when he's questioning his decisions. All of them. ]
Is my feed going to be nothing but you putting suggestive fruit near your face and smirking? Do you know what I found interesting? The aubergine were... [ ah, that's the point America just rests his hand on France's lower back and keeps it there. His face scrunches slightly. ] the least sexual...
Are you feeling alright?!
[ He knows this cologne is nice but damn buddy. Why isn't he stepping away? He really should. ]
That's absolutely what your feed is gonna be if you haven't checked it out already! I wonder if I'll get censored for it. Guess there's just one way to find out..!
[ His hand does retract when France reacts like that. ]
Uh.
[ Oh, that's never good. ]
Actually, I think I'm feeling a little h-- [ horny ] hungry.
[ After eating all of that food, apparently. ]
Maybe we should, uhhh, look at some other foods. 'Cause I'm just not feeling it. You know, some food over there.
[ Over there.. where there aren't any manned booths and it's just a sneaky little corner with a bunch of plants, empty booths and shade from trees. How obvious can he be? ]
[ bless his heart, France actually has it in him to feel for a temperature. America's incoherence is never a good sign, and while he's hearty at worst, the older of the two just defaults to being helpful.
By touching America. SURE.
There is no noticeable difference so he just lets his arm return to his side, looking over to where the other was motioning. ]
There. [ Yeah, it definitely didn't come out as a question. Still, France doesn't seem to be arguing. Maybe it'd be nice to sit in the shade until whatever mood America is in will pass. There's a few moments that pass. Nothing really, but enough that France gets up the nerve to lightly grab his Unwell friend and start walking. Either he's towing the boy along or they go at once, but this does not bode well. ]
Maybe you had too much sugar. Let's just sit for awhile yes? We can check the damage you've done to my feed.
[ That's fine. France may see another obvious note that he basically leans into the palm on his head once he's touched. Stupid, dumb boy. ]
Y..Yeah! That's probably it.. uh, maybe.
[ America goes along, trying to ignore his heart picking up the pace. Standing in a shaded area does seem to help and it doesn't take any time for the younger nation to crouch under a large tree, eventually just sitting down under it. He huffs out a hot breath. It really is kind of warm out here too. ]
Hey, so..
[ It's always alarming when his voice is so meek, but what is more alarming is the fact he's eager to get whatever is on his mind off his chest. It's almost urgent. ]
Does too much sugar also make everyone seem really, really hot?
[ Everyone includes you, France, and he might get that message by the way America is giving him those familiar bedroom eyes like their last bad decision that happened a year ago. ]
Like.. you'd know this, being a good chef and all.
[ Unlike America, France is happy to take a seat at the base of a nice shady tree once they crossed over, his purchases tucked beside his thigh as he looked up at the blond trying to get comfortable himself. It's like watching an anxious dog turn in circles before deciding a patch of carpet is suitable. Sanguis wasn't even here, America. Stop.
Trying to decipher the situation is difficult when France keeps going back to how he'd acted that one time a year ago. He'd wanted to think the other innocent as far as his intentions but the more he talks the less promising it looks. ]
There are definitely desserts that are sensual but they do not make everyone look attractive...
[ Oh, the bedroom eyes. Heathen eyes. France feels as if he's being undressed with those eyes and it's ...weird. It's still weird. He looks down at his communicator instead. Scroll, scroll, scroll... America performing fellatio on a fruit fucking scroll. He side-eyes the blond.
Bedroom eyes are still there. ]
Are you sure that your mind isn't weirdly impressionable? You did take this picture, after all...
[ America shoves France's device aside in favor of crawling and leaning forward so he's in France's space, both of his hands settling on either side of the older man. He can feel his pulse pick up at his simple adjustment in his position. ]
Fellatio is funny then? [ Not that it isn't fun, or moments during with the potential to be amusing. Sex is weird. He's in the middle of rolling his eyes when America crawls over and knocks aside the only distraction he has from the elephant in the room.
You know, the one America is strangely keen on addressing. ]
Are you trying to make a joke now?
[ He knows America better than that, and from his tone it's clear that he couldn't breathe life into believing this was some silly farce. The position isn't unnoticed. ]
It's not even Cordis or... you're not Cordis this time right? It doesn't matter.
[ The Moonblessings are at least a common, well-known excuse. For some reason France's morbid curiosity has him rooted in place. Not that he approvesor anything... definitely. ]
[ If he weren’t awfully distracted, now, he would go on about how fellatio IS funny and why, but no. He’s preoccupied with the fact that he would love to perform something like that on France, right now. Not even in a more decent and private spot. Right here, with the risk of being caught. It’s true he was curious of the man’s chest at first, but that tiny bit of dick strawberry has gotten him going straight for the prize.
His hands settle on the insides of France’s thighs, prying apart his legs if he needs to so there’s more space. He feels terribly hot just on his palms, and one hand lifts to remove his glasses. It’s THAT bad. ]
You’re so, like.. old.
[ He’s NOT good at this. ]
And I bet you have a lot of experience. You’re the nation of love after all. I mean, is it THAT weird I’m curious?
[ His hands now settle on the creases where France’s legs connect to the rest of his body. Dangerously close. He even squeezes. ]
[ France should have stopped America the moment he went to pry his legs apart to settle between his knees but he's had his share of strawberries... and a handful of others that make him pause in America's rather bold approach. Come to think of it, hadn't there been grapes that were the same shade of blue as the younger blond's eyes? The lack of glasses certainly doesn't help toward France's good sense.
He makes a face in distaste at the comment on his age. Definitely not good, but the way America elaborates, along with his sneaking hands, reminds France of his own interests. Curiosity was fun... and also killed the cat but whatever right? He has to take a deep breath and carefully unpry America's fingers from their very distracting spot on his legs. Legs... ]
It isn't a bad thing, but with me? Won't that be weird?
[ see, he cares... but teaching America a thing or two does interest him far more than the possible guilt. Fruit. Yeah. ]
[ 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. ]
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Not again.
France sighs to himself and turns. Because he loves the kid he tries to give him the benefit of the doubt. It's no particular moon and he hasn't connected the dots with the fruit. Besides... ]
About paying or about introducing fresh ingredients to your menu? Either way, yes. [ there is the slightest hint of weary pause, but he's in it for the fashion baby ] Do you wish to know where I got them? I could find you a pair.
[ well-fit pants or bust ]
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[ His gaze is wandering again since France isn't facing him straight on once more. The shirt France is wearing is a little looser than what he's wearing on his lower half, but thanks to the ab-adorn fruit he's been eating, he can't help but be curious as to what's under that shirt. ]
Umm, well, I've already stocked up on stuff for the restaurant since.. [ his eyes bounce downwards again, then back up ] ... since it saves money.
[ One last crunch of that apple and all that is left is the core, and instead of finding a garbage can to throw it in, he just chucks it some place innocently and licks the juices all of his fingers before wiping his hands across his thighs. ]
Hey! You wanna keep shopping with me? I could use the company.
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France has been playing the game for too long. He just doesn't know the cause... or the reason he lets his eyes drop to America's fingers when they're lapped clean. He excuses it with a quick: ] Don't do that!
Not when you're going to touch other produce people will buy.
[ He can't take you anywhere nice, and he didn't even take you here. The question catches him off-guard enough that he turns, looking from the stalls to America's overly bright eyes. ]
I suppose I could keep you company. What stalls have been your favorite so far?
[ Look, innocent...conversation. ]
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[ That's all he says in regard to that. Though, he seems pretty happy when France agrees to be his company. ]
Phew. I was worried I'd be doing this all by myself! Good to see some support.
[ And here, he joins along France, allowing their shoulders to brush as he looks over at him, seeming pretty delighted. ]
All of them, man. This whole thing is a great idea! Aren't some of the produce just hilarious? I really couldn't help myself but eating a ton.. only if they had funny sexy parts to them. Those are my favorites.
[ He just steadies his hand on the small of France's back to initiate some contact. ]
How 'bout you? Woah, you smell good, too..
[ AMERICA. ]
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Which causes their shoulders to brush again. Man they're standing close. ] Clearly you need someone with good taste. I'm here to help.
[ For a moment he just lets America ramble on, but there's definitely a moment when he's questioning his decisions. All of them. ]
Is my feed going to be nothing but you putting suggestive fruit near your face and smirking? Do you know what I found interesting? The aubergine were... [ ah, that's the point America just rests his hand on France's lower back and keeps it there. His face scrunches slightly. ] the least sexual...
Are you feeling alright?!
[ He knows this cologne is nice but damn buddy. Why isn't he stepping away? He really should. ]
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[ His hand does retract when France reacts like that. ]
Uh.
[ Oh, that's never good. ]
Actually, I think I'm feeling a little h-- [ horny ] hungry.
[ After eating all of that food, apparently. ]
Maybe we should, uhhh, look at some other foods. 'Cause I'm just not feeling it. You know, some food over there.
[ Over there.. where there aren't any manned booths and it's just a sneaky little corner with a bunch of plants, empty booths and shade from trees. How obvious can he be? ]
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By touching America. SURE.
There is no noticeable difference so he just lets his arm return to his side, looking over to where the other was motioning. ]
There. [ Yeah, it definitely didn't come out as a question. Still, France doesn't seem to be arguing. Maybe it'd be nice to sit in the shade until whatever mood America is in will pass. There's a few moments that pass. Nothing really, but enough that France gets up the nerve to lightly grab his Unwell friend and start walking. Either he's towing the boy along or they go at once, but this does not bode well. ]
Maybe you had too much sugar. Let's just sit for awhile yes? We can check the damage you've done to my feed.
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Y..Yeah! That's probably it.. uh, maybe.
[ America goes along, trying to ignore his heart picking up the pace. Standing in a shaded area does seem to help and it doesn't take any time for the younger nation to crouch under a large tree, eventually just sitting down under it. He huffs out a hot breath. It really is kind of warm out here too. ]
Hey, so..
[ It's always alarming when his voice is so meek, but what is more alarming is the fact he's eager to get whatever is on his mind off his chest. It's almost urgent. ]
Does too much sugar also make everyone seem really, really hot?
[ Everyone includes you, France, and he might get that message by the way America is giving him those familiar bedroom eyes like their last bad decision that happened a year ago. ]
Like.. you'd know this, being a good chef and all.
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Trying to decipher the situation is difficult when France keeps going back to how he'd acted that one time a year ago. He'd wanted to think the other innocent as far as his intentions but the more he talks the less promising it looks. ]
There are definitely desserts that are sensual but they do not make everyone look attractive...
[ Oh, the bedroom eyes. Heathen eyes. France feels as if he's being undressed with those eyes and it's ...weird. It's still weird. He looks down at his communicator instead. Scroll, scroll, scroll... America performing fellatio on a fruit fucking scroll. He side-eyes the blond.
Bedroom eyes are still there. ]
Are you sure that your mind isn't weirdly impressionable? You did take this picture, after all...
[ Is he kissing the peach or licking it? Sir! ]
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[ America shoves France's device aside in favor of crawling and leaning forward so he's in France's space, both of his hands settling on either side of the older man. He can feel his pulse pick up at his simple adjustment in his position. ]
Dude, I can't really explain it other than like..
[ He adverts his eyes. ]
I dunno. I wanna make out with you again.
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Fellatio is funny then? [ Not that it isn't fun, or moments during with the potential to be amusing. Sex is weird. He's in the middle of rolling his eyes when America crawls over and knocks aside the only distraction he has from the elephant in the room.
You know, the one America is strangely keen on addressing. ]
Are you trying to make a joke now?
[ He knows America better than that, and from his tone it's clear that he couldn't breathe life into believing this was some silly farce. The position isn't unnoticed. ]
It's not even Cordis or... you're not Cordis this time right? It doesn't matter.
[ The Moonblessings are at least a common, well-known excuse. For some reason France's morbid curiosity has him rooted in place. Not that he approvesor anything... definitely. ]
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His hands settle on the insides of France’s thighs, prying apart his legs if he needs to so there’s more space. He feels terribly hot just on his palms, and one hand lifts to remove his glasses. It’s THAT bad. ]
You’re so, like.. old.
[ He’s NOT good at this. ]
And I bet you have a lot of experience. You’re the nation of love after all. I mean, is it THAT weird I’m curious?
[ His hands now settle on the creases where France’s legs connect to the rest of his body. Dangerously close. He even squeezes. ]
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He makes a face in distaste at the comment on his age. Definitely not good, but the way America elaborates, along with his sneaking hands, reminds France of his own interests. Curiosity was fun... and also killed the cat but whatever right? He has to take a deep breath and carefully unpry America's fingers from their very distracting spot on his legs. Legs... ]
It isn't a bad thing, but with me? Won't that be weird?
[ see, he cares... but teaching America a thing or two does interest him far more than the possible guilt. Fruit. Yeah. ]
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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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