[ 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.
[ Jim Carey's version of the Grinch is getting some pretty hardcore competition with the face France is desperately hiding behind the hand not settled between America's splayed legs. It's not that he's making fun of his response. It's incredibly tempting to just slip over next door and grab his partner to watch the whole show, but it seems a little hasty. He forces his expression to appear calm, tutting under his breath as taps the inside of America's thigh to get him to spread his legs. Tart. ]
You certainly are singing his praises. Would you rather him fuck you or me?
[ He'll use the distraction to press a finger in. Austria's fingers are long and slender, perfect for his passion for music. France's are not what you would consider stocky, but they are thicker. He knows exactly what he's looking for as well, grinning openly when he taunts the blond's prostate with very little pretense. Too much ego showing still and not enough happy babbling. No dice, boss. ]
Maybe I should just tie you up like a pretty present and you could watch us instead? I'm sure he'd be good for you afterward.
[ He leans down to steal a kiss, humming against America's mouth before pulling away just enough to look at him as another finger eases in. He's slower this time, giving him time. ]
He has seen it before. I think I'm going to be selfish tonight if you don't mind?
[ 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. ]
[ France has outgrown and performed being nervous around a partner, so it's strange to think America could feel that way. Logically, it makes sense. It'd taken him longer than a couple of centuries to mature physically, so he'd at least had that going for him. These are all things he can deliberate on later when he doesn't have his partner splayed out for their mutual enjoyment.
He makes a thoughtful sound acknowledging what America says, both to preference and fragility. His fingers twist, the movement less considerate to the blond's ability to sit later. Pain isn't something he has in mind when handling America; he doesn't particularly scope the younger nation as being a genuine masochist, but he does know that excess suits him.
A line of lubricant is drizzled over the underside of America's length, quickly spread over by the hand not massaging the boy's prostate. ]
If that's how you feel, fine. I'm curious which part of it you're uncomfortable with?
[ He squeezes, firmly but nothing to find anything but enjoyment from. ]
Is it being tied up or the objectification?
[ All good questions, if America wants to enjoy some kink in his sex life. He'll just patiently give the other a rather sufficient handjob while he waits. ]
I hope you're planning on staying up late, either way.
[ The movements that France makes shuts him up well enough.. well, it shuts him up making actual coherent words. His whole body tenses, but the fresh pre-cum dripping down his cock indicates he's enjoying it. Depending on what France does, this may not last as long as they both might have hoped. ]
Ah!
[ His head lulls to the side, burrowing in the pillow slightly, a vibrant red streaking over his cheeks. As the older blond continues, it become increasingly obvious he's a little overwhelmed with feeling. It isn't a bad thing, but it makes it difficult for him to conjure up a sentence in response to France right away. He's rather generous with his exclamations of "ahs" and "ohs" but finally he's able to speak, though his eyes are barely open. ]
I— hah— don't like being restricted.
[ He doesn't disagree or agree about being objectified. Truth of the matter, though, he likes the attention and being looked at. It probably doesn't bother him to be seen as just something sexy because being seen as something sexy is at least being seen as something. ]
You make the cutest sounds when you're enjoying yourself.
[ Leave it to France to complement the sounds a partner makes, but here he is speaking his mind before he has the sense to think America just might take offense to it. He presses a thumb against the underside of the blond's cock, guiding the pearly trail of pre-come back toward the tip, smiling to himself when he rolls a slicked palm directly over the flushed head.
He's not patient enough to edge the blond, so he'll go for an equally fun alternative. He knows exactly what he's doing as far as making America squirm. The younger blond is generous with how he moans and sighs; it's the only thing he can do is be generous with the multiple orgasms he wants to give. His hand slows when America forces out an answer. ]
I shouldn't be surprised by that, honestly. I won't tie you up then.
[ How reassuring. He also notes the lack of comment on being watched. Interesting. ]
Do you have any plans for the rest of your evening, America?
[ The thirst is real. So are the fingers rubbing at his companion's prostate. All the better to sweeten the notion of him staying here and being France's plaything. ]
I w.. wouldn't let you tie me up. And I'm not the cutest.
[ Where did he get such a bratty attitude anyway? Certainly it wasn't from England, right? Right? Maybe France knew more about that, but that's absolutely a discussion neither of them are ready to have yet.
The questions goes unanswered for a moment, refusing to look France in the face, but still delivering quite the plentiful amount of moans and jagged breath. His face looks the reddest than France has probably seen it. ]
Um.. I want to spend it with you.
[ He sounds sincere, at least, even if that wasn't what France was really asking. One of his legs hooks around the other man, encouraging some leverage as he rocks into his fingers. One of his hands clenches the bedding, tugging it near his face as if to obscure himself as he continues: ]
Do you.. know how to choke someone..?
[ It might be a surprising question coming from him. ]
I've never had that.. hnn done before. But.. I know how to do it. S..So..
[ England is a menace. France is definitely the brat. Let's not think hard on that. The older nation is thankfully distracted from connecting the dots, all eyes on the writhing body at his side. He's tempted to kiss him for his trouble.
The leg goes around him and America works against his moving fingers. It's his favorite kind of obscene and his own breath catches and his eyes narrow slightly.
He's essentially 'waited' a year for this to progress and now that he has the young blond supine and asking to be choked it's kind of hard to stick to the plan. France swallows and resists the urge to care for his own aching erection.
Arousal has changed his tone from strictly teasing. He sounds every bit as thirsty as America looks. ]
You want to know what it's like from the other side. I can help with that.
[ Eagerly. His hands are preoccupied for the moment, but he will get to it. Once he's pounding him into his very comfortable mattress. Licking his lips, he shifts and grabs more lube. A third finger is added.
He'll rob America of his breath in other ways until he can have it the way that was suggested. The hand on his cock picks up the tempo his fingers are setting and he leans over America to whisper in his ear. ]
I can't get over how good you look riding my fingers. I imagine it'll be even better when you ride me. Do you want that, America? You'll have to come for me first. I plan on having my way with you all night.
[ Things France will have a Guilty Shower Fap to for $500. ]
[ The whole learning experience with his partner who showed him how to choke was somewhat terrifying seeing as the person he choked was painfully mortal. America imagines it will be a different sensation with him since he’s not a human, per se, but that doesn’t make him any less curious. It’s definitely a season is exploration he’s going through right now.. probably because he’s so desperate to be someone who is wanted and appreciated once more.
A huge flaw he masks by being as boisterous and obscene as he can be.
Whatever France has in mind is going to have to happen through a round three, though. The addition of another digit has him choking on his own breath, tears finally spilling from his eyes. It only takes a few moments and France’s dirty talk to send him over the edge sooner than he would have wanted. It’s embarrassing, but it’s left him speechless to France’s words. His body throbs and his breath tries to catch up.
The mess he’s made goes disregarded as he curls himself into the other man, wrapping his arms around him and butting forward under his chin. ]
[ France used to have similar concerns when using any kind of force when intimate with a mortal partner. Nevermind actually becoming attached and having that added pressure. His own interests benefit from the safety net his immortality allows him. Still, there was a certain thrill to having a hand baring down, cutting off air. It was easy to pretend there was danger there.
Overwhelming the young nation was incredible. His own breathing comes out rapidly as he works to make America peak, and when it happens, he feels close to coming himself. That would have been impressive, but he's relieved it didn't happen.
France smiles at the apology, pressing his lips soundly to the top of America's head. It's not that he wasn't already fond, but it's sweet to have the younger blond cling to him. Carefully, he removes his fingers and wipes his hands clean. ]
Did you like it though?
[ He shifts until he can rest on his side, pulling America toward him to cuddle. He's feeling the strongest urge to dote on him for some reason. ]
I didn't hurt you, did I?
[ Not that he thinks the tears were from pain, but he's just being sure. He lazily strokes a hand down America's spine, for a moment just enjoying the relative peace while America settles. ]
[ Who wouldn’t want to dote on him right now? He has generously shown France apart of him that he doesn’t show to the public. Vulnerable and desperate... lacking in confidence. Yes, it’s very generous.
Once he has regulated his breathing and realizes what happened is okay— possibly even intentional— France can feel him smiling against his throat before he pulls back, absolutely glowing, his bold, boy-like lashes still damp. ]
Yeah, I did like it.. and.. no you didn’t.
[ He shifts a little and.. ow. Okay, well, that’s normal. The shifting soon becomes America sitting up slowly, his flaxen hair a tousled mess. He leans over and starts the kiss France at the round of his shoulder, seeming to show no interest in resting even after that. France may notice that those lips are peppering all over his skin, but undeniably moving lower and lower wordlessly.
[ It isn't like he gets to see the blond desperate and vulnerable all that often and the desperation still feels like some heady daydream. He has America pressed against him, skin warm under his fingers, and it feels as if he's caught in some limbo of yearning and restraint. Yearning edges ahead when America lifts to respond.
Sure he wants to brush a hand over that stupid cute face of his but he settles on his throat instead, hinting on where he'll go next. America's lips are a welcomed addition to his shoulder and chest, but he's mildly surprised (but it's America, so maybe not all that) when it seems the boy is looking to have a snack. Excuse you. It's hard to interrupt such a pretty sight but France manages to do it just in time. He sounds faintly amused. ]
I thought you wanted me to fuck you? I didn't just stretch you for no reason.
[ He'd love a blowjob right about now; poor man is feeling a little desperate himself. Let's not forget the prerogative though. That ass is his. ]
[ He pauses his lavishing kisses to look up at the other blond, specifically when his neck is touched. ]
Hold your horses, dude, I just want a little taste before it.. you know.
[ .. goes in? Maybe? Probably blame those strawberries. He already had an oral fixation but it's hard to get this out of his mind when he's eaten so many of them. Truly, it'll be awhile before he gets anything strawberry flavored again. ]
We're going to, and we're going to after that, and after that.. and so on. I wasn't joking when I said I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you. With you. I wanna do so much with you.
[ The words out of his mouth seem sincere and honest enough without consideration of any regret he'll have later. Will France be able to keep up with him? He hopes so, or his perception of the older man in bed will be disappointing. Once he's made it where he's wanting to be and handles his partner, he can't help but comment: ]
Oh my god, dude, you're so hard just from watching me? I love it, I love that..
[ Anyway, he hushes to give France attention with his mouth, though, his movements are a lot more gentle and teasing if nothing else. There's flavor and he loves it, humming in approval before slowly sliding his lips off of him. It's his turn to reach for the bottle of lube. ]
You're going to look at me the whole time again, right?
[ Maybe he's a bit of an exhibitionist and hadn't realized it until now. America is silently thankful he's gotten more confident since he started doing stuff like this with France. ]
[ France has no intention of disappointing America or failing his own reputation. The younger blond doesn't deliver lines as France does, but he doesn't need to for the older nation to be interested. His eyes remain glued to the tawny head as it descends down his torso, mind filled with all the things they could do. Never one to remove himself from the moment, especially in this regard, he focuses on America's fingers wrapping around him and holding his length at attention.
A shiver passes through him at America's fascination at France's very obvious interest. His answer comes out quietly as well, not wanting to ruin the moment. ]
I knew you were an exhibitionist. Does that excite you, knowing how turned on I am?
[ He knows how he'd answer, and maybe, just maybe they aren't all too differently wired in that regard. It's a humbling thought and the moan is well-earned; America seems to genuinely adore having the Frenchman's length in his mouth. France has had plenty of partners that were good at giving head, but he could tell the difference between those that used it as foreplay and those that could make it the whole event. America was the latter. ]
Tease... [ It is an affectionate jab and one that's accompanied by a grin. He fluffs the pillow behind his head with a sigh, adjusting his position just so when America goes for the lube, an eyebrow lifting in silent approval. ] I did enjoy watching you impale yourself on my fingers. Why would I look away when I have such a nice show?
[ He likes being the kind of person that can do a lot of stuff with minimum effort. If impaling himself with France's fingers and looking like a mess does it for him, so be it.
America works to straddle himself just right above France's length. He's really soft and full back there on his ass— France probably noticed— but takes his time, running his palms down the other man's chest and abdomen, fingers curling and dull nails scraping the older man's skin. He swallows thickly. ]
After this, I'll penetrate you.
[ He seems pretty confident about that, though, a rather adorable shade of pink etches over his face when he says that. The tip of his tongue curls along the outside of his own upper lip, looking devious. ]
Maybe Austria can watch that.
[ AMERICA, DO YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH? Yes. He shifts and spreads himself after he's lubed France up and eases down on him, nice and steady.It's a little difficult since he's not as practiced, but he shivers, his toes curling slightly once he's taken him in. ]
[ He's just playing this all by ear, indulging in a desire that had only been made glaringly obvious while they were both here. That doesn't detract from the moment; France does want America and there's no hesitation to how his hands find the younger nation's rather curvy backside. The nails dragging against his skin make him shiver and murmur in approval, hips shallowly raising up to press against the blond's ass.
That statement earns America a few points. It would be a shame if he was the only one topping tonight. ]
Are you going to show me how it's done, then? [ France could kiss the younger blond now, just for how appealing he looked when he blushed but the hellion comes out with the added commentary. His lips twitch. Interesting. ] Maybe you should ask him if you can. Or will you just insist?
[ He's teasing him, but also hopefully inspiring the stubborn part of America's will to want it even more. Is it slightly manipulative? Possibly, but in the end, he just wanted the boy to explore new things. If they happened to be things that he absolutely loved and hasn't had the opportunity to play with as much as he wants, even better. America likes to put on a show and France absolutely adores having all eyes on him. Loverboy in the next apartment over would probably be a fan, too.
The slicked hand stroking and preparing him pulls him from his cuckolding fantasies and into the very real present of the young blond lining him up and slowly seating himself on his length, causing France to groan. He's glad that he had been generous with the fingers because it makes it an easier task for America to fully take him in and he has to swallow and hold still to get used to the feeling. ]
[ It's probably best to just play everything by ear when dealing with him. America is a flighty person whose attention span typically goes several different places at once before moving onto something completely irrelevant. It's a bit of a busy mind he has, though, the words that always come out of his mouth make him seem like such a simple person. There's a lot of complexity in that head of his, but only few people can make much sense of it. His previous bosses, for example.. some understood him and others didn't.
In any case, he's got a natural streak of theatrics in him; it only makes sense that he hams everything up when he fucks, and for some people, that might be one appealing thing about him in bed.. Right now, he's running his own palms along the ripples (and rolls, depending on where France is looking) of his sweaty body, his hips churning and not precisely rocking just yet. ]
Good. You better not take your eyes off me.
[ It's bratty, but almost sounds threatening. He brushes against a particular spot inside of him that makes him gasp, but even then, he doesn't increase his speed or pressure. The way he's dragging this out might be almost agonizing for France, but it's easier for him to do this since he's not in such a desperation for release like the older man might be.
In fact, he takes France by the wrist, specifically the hand that wasn't used up his ass and kisses along his fingers before slipping three of the digits past his soft lips and into his mouth. He doesn't know the implications behind the gesture or what it means, but he knows it's something people do and we already know how much he loves things in his mouth. Those bedroom eyes return as he does this, sucking lightly as his hips finally pick up momentum, a pleased hum vibrating against France's knuckles. The hand is removed too soon and he steadies that same hand against his throat. Alfred has a pretty broad neck attached to a set of broad shoulders and a wider chest.
Almost breathless, he speaks: ]
Hey.. can you still do what we talked about..? Even with me up here like this?
[ He remembers when he performed choking on his partner, he was on top of him and wasn't sure if France had a preference. There's always the rest of the night if France wanted to be on top when he did it, but he thought he was ask.. ask very gently, actually. ]
[ The less thinking that can be done during sex the more likelihood for enjoyment, at least when it's just something as benign as riding goes. These are not the elaborate scenes he's indulged in before, nonetheless, he is still just as keenly interested to be part of it. France's breathing is peppered with soft sighs with every slow roll of America's hips. Maybe he'd had enough forethought to make the blond come in an effort to alleviate some of his own frantic energy; all that's left is a mutual attempt to just enjoy the moment.
Some of the threat is reduced by how quickly America finds his own prostate. While he isn't impatient, that gasp makes him roll his hips up against the blond's ass seeking more of that. What he gets is America's lips pressing kisses to his fingers and the wet heat of the boy's mouth.
Either America enjoys porn or it's just his urge to put things in his mouth that have France's fingers buried to the knuckle. It feels gratuitous coupled with those pretty blue eyes at half-mast but far from bad. America's hips finally move and he groans under his breath, his free hand dragging nails down the blond's thighs. America speaks, and he can feel the vibration under his fingertips. Is there any blood left in his brain? France isn't so sure, but he pushes up, half seated. ]
Why don't you tell me?
[ France could have probably managed well enough while reclining, but he wants closer. His fingers wrap around the boy's throat, leaning in to kiss the blond and rob him of his breath in that manner too. France can be a simple man; he sees a nice set of lips he wants to kiss them. His teeth nip and tug at his bottom lip when he draws away to catch his own, pulling back until he could look America in the eye. ]
We can compare later how thrilling this can be. Your tempo versus mine.
[ Buddy, is he calling you out on being tortuously slow? Possibly. France's hips rock, moaning. ]
It'll be fun to render you speechless.
[ How can he make such a thing sound warm with affection? He wants to share this, appreciating the act himself. His mouth finds a patch of skin on the blond's throat not grasped in his fingers, kissing it. ]
You're going to drive me mad. [ A compliment, really. ]
[ There's a little bolt of excitement that runs through him once he feels that warm palm over his throat. He's got a nice Adam's apple, the skin tan here and paler in areas that are usually covered by clothes. He doesn't quite get that France is hinting that he speeds up the tempo, but he doesn't need a clue in. He's encouraged to do so as the other man has drawn near.
America even whimpers as France talks to him, hands grasping the blond beneath him. He shifts, hoping to hit that sweet spot again and picks up the pace rather generously. His rocking is strong and rapid— a big change from his performance earlier— his eyelids growing heavier, especially if France decides to give his neck anymore pressure, no matter how much or how little. ]
Please.
[ Oh. He's gotten a polite word out of him. Please what, though? He doesn't specify, but good to know he has some manners. ]
[ America really does have a nice neck that looks even better with France's manicured fingers wrapped around it. He shouldn't enjoy feeling almost possessive of every whine that slips from those pink lips but it comes with the territory. He can feel the anticipation bubbling with every rock and raise of America's hips.
It's infectious. The paper-thin walls still haven't slipped France's mind and while the room is otherwise silent, the sounds they're making are far from being mistaken from any casual observer. He wants to put on a show for more than America's curiosity. When he asks, so nicely, France can't help but to cater to helping the blond out. His arm wraps around America's hips, burying himself deep. Does he manage to get the other's attention to pause? Maybe. His words might be better though. ]
I'm going to need you on your back.
[ Sometimes you just want to plow a pretty blond into the mattress and choke him. America gets another kiss for his enthusiasm. Maybe a light smack on the ass to encourage him to get up. The fact that he's got a little more back there is definitely not a bad thing, in fact, he's keenly interested in doing that again. Later. ]
You'll tell me if you need me to let up, yes?
[ France is usually an observant lover but he knows this is fairly new ground with the blond, at least personally. ]
[ America has a tendency to be stubborn when it comes to being told what to do, but in this situation, he's quick to comply. You want him to do something? Apparently you just need to entice him with some pressure on the neck. That will do the trick.
The slap on his ass makes him yelp and flush, particularly embarrassed of that area. France doesn't know it, but that's probably the first time someone has done that to him. ]
Quit itttttt.
[ He complains, even if France only hit him once and he's doing exactly what he wants him to do. He flips himself on his back quite neatly and settles his palm on France's wrist; the one that is close to his neck. ]
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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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You certainly are singing his praises. Would you rather him fuck you or me?
[ He'll use the distraction to press a finger in. Austria's fingers are long and slender, perfect for his passion for music. France's are not what you would consider stocky, but they are thicker. He knows exactly what he's looking for as well, grinning openly when he taunts the blond's prostate with very little pretense. Too much ego showing still and not enough happy babbling. No dice, boss. ]
Maybe I should just tie you up like a pretty present and you could watch us instead? I'm sure he'd be good for you afterward.
[ He leans down to steal a kiss, humming against America's mouth before pulling away just enough to look at him as another finger eases in. He's slower this time, giving him time. ]
He has seen it before. I think I'm going to be selfish tonight if you don't mind?
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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.
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He makes a thoughtful sound acknowledging what America says, both to preference and fragility. His fingers twist, the movement less considerate to the blond's ability to sit later. Pain isn't something he has in mind when handling America; he doesn't particularly scope the younger nation as being a genuine masochist, but he does know that excess suits him.
A line of lubricant is drizzled over the underside of America's length, quickly spread over by the hand not massaging the boy's prostate. ]
If that's how you feel, fine. I'm curious which part of it you're uncomfortable with?
[ He squeezes, firmly but nothing to find anything but enjoyment from. ]
Is it being tied up or the objectification?
[ All good questions, if America wants to enjoy some kink in his sex life. He'll just patiently give the other a rather sufficient handjob while he waits. ]
I hope you're planning on staying up late, either way.
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Ah!
[ His head lulls to the side, burrowing in the pillow slightly, a vibrant red streaking over his cheeks. As the older blond continues, it become increasingly obvious he's a little overwhelmed with feeling. It isn't a bad thing, but it makes it difficult for him to conjure up a sentence in response to France right away. He's rather generous with his exclamations of "ahs" and "ohs" but finally he's able to speak, though his eyes are barely open. ]
I— hah— don't like being restricted.
[ He doesn't disagree or agree about being objectified. Truth of the matter, though, he likes the attention and being looked at. It probably doesn't bother him to be seen as just something sexy because being seen as something sexy is at least being seen as something. ]
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[ Leave it to France to complement the sounds a partner makes, but here he is speaking his mind before he has the sense to think America just might take offense to it. He presses a thumb against the underside of the blond's cock, guiding the pearly trail of pre-come back toward the tip, smiling to himself when he rolls a slicked palm directly over the flushed head.
He's not patient enough to edge the blond, so he'll go for an equally fun alternative. He knows exactly what he's doing as far as making America squirm. The younger blond is generous with how he moans and sighs; it's the only thing he can do is be generous with the multiple orgasms he wants to give. His hand slows when America forces out an answer. ]
I shouldn't be surprised by that, honestly. I won't tie you up then.
[ How reassuring. He also notes the lack of comment on being watched. Interesting. ]
Do you have any plans for the rest of your evening, America?
[ The thirst is real. So are the fingers rubbing at his companion's prostate. All the better to sweeten the notion of him staying here and being France's plaything. ]
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And I'm not the cutest.
[ Where did he get such a bratty attitude anyway? Certainly it wasn't from England, right? Right? Maybe France knew more about that, but that's absolutely a discussion neither of them are ready to have yet.
The questions goes unanswered for a moment, refusing to look France in the face, but still delivering quite the plentiful amount of moans and jagged breath. His face looks the reddest than France has probably seen it. ]
Um.. I want to spend it with you.
[ He sounds sincere, at least, even if that wasn't what France was really asking. One of his legs hooks around the other man, encouraging some leverage as he rocks into his fingers. One of his hands clenches the bedding, tugging it near his face as if to obscure himself as he continues: ]
Do you.. know how to choke someone..?
[ It might be a surprising question coming from him. ]
I've never had that.. hnn done before. But.. I know how to do it. S..So..
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The leg goes around him and America works against his moving fingers. It's his favorite kind of obscene and his own breath catches and his eyes narrow slightly.
He's essentially 'waited' a year for this to progress and now that he has the young blond supine and asking to be choked it's kind of hard to stick to the plan. France swallows and resists the urge to care for his own aching erection.
Arousal has changed his tone from strictly teasing. He sounds every bit as thirsty as America looks. ]
You want to know what it's like from the other side. I can help with that.
[ Eagerly. His hands are preoccupied for the moment, but he will get to it. Once he's pounding him into his very comfortable mattress. Licking his lips, he shifts and grabs more lube. A third finger is added.
He'll rob America of his breath in other ways until he can have it the way that was suggested. The hand on his cock picks up the tempo his fingers are setting and he leans over America to whisper in his ear. ]
I can't get over how good you look riding my fingers. I imagine it'll be even better when you ride me. Do you want that, America? You'll have to come for me first. I plan on having my way with you all night.
[ Things France will have a Guilty Shower Fap to for $500. ]
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A huge flaw he masks by being as boisterous and obscene as he can be.
Whatever France has in mind is going to have to happen through a round three, though. The addition of another digit has him choking on his own breath, tears finally spilling from his eyes. It only takes a few moments and France’s dirty talk to send him over the edge sooner than he would have wanted. It’s embarrassing, but it’s left him speechless to France’s words. His body throbs and his breath tries to catch up.
The mess he’s made goes disregarded as he curls himself into the other man, wrapping his arms around him and butting forward under his chin. ]
Sorry. I guess it’s just a lot.
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Overwhelming the young nation was incredible. His own breathing comes out rapidly as he works to make America peak, and when it happens, he feels close to coming himself. That would have been impressive, but he's relieved it didn't happen.
France smiles at the apology, pressing his lips soundly to the top of America's head. It's not that he wasn't already fond, but it's sweet to have the younger blond cling to him. Carefully, he removes his fingers and wipes his hands clean. ]
Did you like it though?
[ He shifts until he can rest on his side, pulling America toward him to cuddle. He's feeling the strongest urge to dote on him for some reason. ]
I didn't hurt you, did I?
[ Not that he thinks the tears were from pain, but he's just being sure. He lazily strokes a hand down America's spine, for a moment just enjoying the relative peace while America settles. ]
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Once he has regulated his breathing and realizes what happened is okay— possibly even intentional— France can feel him smiling against his throat before he pulls back, absolutely glowing, his bold, boy-like lashes still damp. ]
Yeah, I did like it.. and.. no you didn’t.
[ He shifts a little and.. ow. Okay, well, that’s normal.
The shifting soon becomes America sitting up slowly, his flaxen hair a tousled mess. He leans over and starts the kiss France at the round of his shoulder, seeming to show no interest in resting even after that. France may notice that those lips are peppering all over his skin, but undeniably moving lower and lower wordlessly.
It’s pretty obvious where he’s heading. ]
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Sure he wants to brush a hand over that stupid cute face of his but he settles on his throat instead, hinting on where he'll go next. America's lips are a welcomed addition to his shoulder and chest, but he's mildly surprised (but it's America, so maybe not all that) when it seems the boy is looking to have a snack. Excuse you. It's hard to interrupt such a pretty sight but France manages to do it just in time. He sounds faintly amused. ]
I thought you wanted me to fuck you? I didn't just stretch you for no reason.
[ He'd love a blowjob right about now; poor man is feeling a little desperate himself. Let's not forget the prerogative though. That ass is his. ]
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Hold your horses, dude, I just want a little taste before it.. you know.
[ .. goes in? Maybe? Probably blame those strawberries. He already had an oral fixation but it's hard to get this out of his mind when he's eaten so many of them. Truly, it'll be awhile before he gets anything strawberry flavored again. ]
We're going to, and we're going to after that, and after that.. and so on. I wasn't joking when I said I wanted to spend the rest of the day with you. With you. I wanna do so much with you.
[ The words out of his mouth seem sincere and honest enough without consideration of any regret he'll have later. Will France be able to keep up with him? He hopes so, or his perception of the older man in bed will be disappointing.
Once he's made it where he's wanting to be and handles his partner, he can't help but comment: ]
Oh my god, dude, you're so hard just from watching me? I love it, I love that..
[ Anyway, he hushes to give France attention with his mouth, though, his movements are a lot more gentle and teasing if nothing else. There's flavor and he loves it, humming in approval before slowly sliding his lips off of him. It's his turn to reach for the bottle of lube. ]
You're going to look at me the whole time again, right?
[ Maybe he's a bit of an exhibitionist and hadn't realized it until now. America is silently thankful he's gotten more confident since he started doing stuff like this with France. ]
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A shiver passes through him at America's fascination at France's very obvious interest. His answer comes out quietly as well, not wanting to ruin the moment. ]
I knew you were an exhibitionist. Does that excite you, knowing how turned on I am?
[ He knows how he'd answer, and maybe, just maybe they aren't all too differently wired in that regard. It's a humbling thought and the moan is well-earned; America seems to genuinely adore having the Frenchman's length in his mouth. France has had plenty of partners that were good at giving head, but he could tell the difference between those that used it as foreplay and those that could make it the whole event. America was the latter. ]
Tease... [ It is an affectionate jab and one that's accompanied by a grin. He fluffs the pillow behind his head with a sigh, adjusting his position just so when America goes for the lube, an eyebrow lifting in silent approval. ] I did enjoy watching you impale yourself on my fingers. Why would I look away when I have such a nice show?
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[ He likes being the kind of person that can do a lot of stuff with minimum effort. If impaling himself with France's fingers and looking like a mess does it for him, so be it.
America works to straddle himself just right above France's length. He's really soft and full back there on his ass— France probably noticed— but takes his time, running his palms down the other man's chest and abdomen, fingers curling and dull nails scraping the older man's skin. He swallows thickly. ]
After this, I'll penetrate you.
[ He seems pretty confident about that, though, a rather adorable shade of pink etches over his face when he says that. The tip of his tongue curls along the outside of his own upper lip, looking devious. ]
Maybe Austria can watch that.
[ AMERICA, DO YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH?
Yes.He shifts and spreads himself after he's lubed France up and eases down on him, nice and steady.It's a little difficult since he's not as practiced, but he shivers, his toes curling slightly once he's taken him in. ]
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That statement earns America a few points. It would be a shame if he was the only one topping tonight. ]
Are you going to show me how it's done, then? [ France could kiss the younger blond now, just for how appealing he looked when he blushed but the hellion comes out with the added commentary. His lips twitch. Interesting. ] Maybe you should ask him if you can. Or will you just insist?
[ He's teasing him, but also hopefully inspiring the stubborn part of America's will to want it even more. Is it slightly manipulative? Possibly, but in the end, he just wanted the boy to explore new things. If they happened to be things that he absolutely loved and hasn't had the opportunity to play with as much as he wants, even better. America likes to put on a show and France absolutely adores having all eyes on him. Loverboy in the next apartment over would probably be a fan, too.
The slicked hand stroking and preparing him pulls him from his cuckolding fantasies and into the very real present of the young blond lining him up and slowly seating himself on his length, causing France to groan. He's glad that he had been generous with the fingers because it makes it an easier task for America to fully take him in and he has to swallow and hold still to get used to the feeling. ]
You feel as good as you look right now.
[ Crude, but honest. ]
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In any case, he's got a natural streak of theatrics in him; it only makes sense that he hams everything up when he fucks, and for some people, that might be one appealing thing about him in bed.. Right now, he's running his own palms along the ripples (and rolls, depending on where France is looking) of his sweaty body, his hips churning and not precisely rocking just yet. ]
Good. You better not take your eyes off me.
[ It's bratty, but almost sounds threatening. He brushes against a particular spot inside of him that makes him gasp, but even then, he doesn't increase his speed or pressure. The way he's dragging this out might be almost agonizing for France, but it's easier for him to do this since he's not in such a desperation for release like the older man might be.
In fact, he takes France by the wrist, specifically the hand that wasn't used up his ass and kisses along his fingers before slipping three of the digits past his soft lips and into his mouth. He doesn't know the implications behind the gesture or what it means, but he knows it's something people do and we already know how much he loves things in his mouth. Those bedroom eyes return as he does this, sucking lightly as his hips finally pick up momentum, a pleased hum vibrating against France's knuckles. The hand is removed too soon and he steadies that same hand against his throat. Alfred has a pretty broad neck attached to a set of broad shoulders and a wider chest.
Almost breathless, he speaks: ]
Hey.. can you still do what we talked about..? Even with me up here like this?
[ He remembers when he performed choking on his partner, he was on top of him and wasn't sure if France had a preference. There's always the rest of the night if France wanted to be on top when he did it, but he thought he was ask.. ask very gently, actually. ]
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Some of the threat is reduced by how quickly America finds his own prostate. While he isn't impatient, that gasp makes him roll his hips up against the blond's ass seeking more of that. What he gets is America's lips pressing kisses to his fingers and the wet heat of the boy's mouth.
Either America enjoys porn or it's just his urge to put things in his mouth that have France's fingers buried to the knuckle. It feels gratuitous coupled with those pretty blue eyes at half-mast but far from bad. America's hips finally move and he groans under his breath, his free hand dragging nails down the blond's thighs. America speaks, and he can feel the vibration under his fingertips. Is there any blood left in his brain? France isn't so sure, but he pushes up, half seated. ]
Why don't you tell me?
[ France could have probably managed well enough while reclining, but he wants closer. His fingers wrap around the boy's throat, leaning in to kiss the blond and rob him of his breath in that manner too. France can be a simple man; he sees a nice set of lips he wants to kiss them. His teeth nip and tug at his bottom lip when he draws away to catch his own, pulling back until he could look America in the eye. ]
We can compare later how thrilling this can be. Your tempo versus mine.
[ Buddy, is he calling you out on being tortuously slow? Possibly. France's hips rock, moaning. ]
It'll be fun to render you speechless.
[ How can he make such a thing sound warm with affection? He wants to share this, appreciating the act himself. His mouth finds a patch of skin on the blond's throat not grasped in his fingers, kissing it. ]
You're going to drive me mad. [ A compliment, really. ]
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America even whimpers as France talks to him, hands grasping the blond beneath him. He shifts, hoping to hit that sweet spot again and picks up the pace rather generously. His rocking is strong and rapid— a big change from his performance earlier— his eyelids growing heavier, especially if France decides to give his neck anymore pressure, no matter how much or how little. ]
Please.
[ Oh. He's gotten a polite word out of him. Please what, though? He doesn't specify, but good to know he has some manners. ]
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It's infectious. The paper-thin walls still haven't slipped France's mind and while the room is otherwise silent, the sounds they're making are far from being mistaken from any casual observer. He wants to put on a show for more than America's curiosity. When he asks, so nicely, France can't help but to cater to helping the blond out. His arm wraps around America's hips, burying himself deep. Does he manage to get the other's attention to pause? Maybe. His words might be better though. ]
I'm going to need you on your back.
[ Sometimes you just want to plow a pretty blond into the mattress and choke him. America gets another kiss for his enthusiasm. Maybe a light smack on the ass to encourage him to get up. The fact that he's got a little more back there is definitely not a bad thing, in fact, he's keenly interested in doing that again. Later. ]
You'll tell me if you need me to let up, yes?
[ France is usually an observant lover but he knows this is fairly new ground with the blond, at least personally. ]
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The slap on his ass makes him yelp and flush, particularly embarrassed of that area. France doesn't know it, but that's probably the first time someone has done that to him. ]
Quit itttttt.
[ He complains, even if France only hit him once and he's doing exactly what he wants him to do. He flips himself on his back quite neatly and settles his palm on France's wrist; the one that is close to his neck. ]
Yeah, yeah, I will. Just do it. I'm begging you.
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