[ He doesn't think America is the type to enjoy a partnership like he and Austria have to the extent they have it, but there is something horribly gratifying in the young blond willingly participating in something France knew quite well and enjoy it. The desire to dote over the American is strong but that will come later. After them.
Show vulnerability and get France's attentive affection. Win/win.
France is hardly treating the nation beneath him gently but he feels an unavoidable fondness spurred on with every sound that slips from America's lips. The blond is wonderfully incoherent and pliant beneath him and he is happy to offer a few hushed words of praise. He's really holding out for America to finish before he will, but his hips stutter in their harsh tempo when the hand on his wrist pulls up. It's fast enough that the grip he has on America's neck goes lax and his brow creases in concern. Before he can ask if the other was okay that hand anchoring his own shifts and he watches how he writhes against the sheets.
He croons in approval when he gets a nod from the blond and drops to rest on an elbow, coincidentally trapping America's length between them. His fingers readjust their grip, slowly cutting off his air to a greater extent than he had previously. The rush he feels from overwhelming a lover is not new by any means but it is new in that he's doing this to America. Who is getting off from it. Part of it feels incredibly taboo, even while under the influence of various influences.
Now's a perfect time for that kiss, stealing whatever breath America may have. It also just felt right and the younger nation had been so quick to chase after his lips at the start of this. He'd hate to deprive him of more. ]
[ It's a good thing that France decided to kiss him again cause that's exactly what he wants. It muffles the final noise that he makes when he comes— hard— reacting by his body quaking under the older man. His hand repeatedly taps as a response and he takes in a deep breath when he can.
Tears are spilling from his eyes and he brings his quivering hands to his face, scrubbing at them as he tries to gain composure of himself, his muscles continuing to throb. He practically sighs out the other man's name, ignoring the hot mess sandwiched between them. Some of it even got on the upper part of his body. ]
France..
[ After he gains a little more control of his breathing: ]
[ He's had enough experience to know when his partner is close but the intensity of America's orgasm leaves him momentarily frozen, buried hip with his hips flush against the blond's flanks. There is no hesitation in releasing his hold on his neck, supporting himself with shaky arms as he sought out his own. It's quick work with how America's muscles clench around him.
There's a pretty string of French curses and he slips down to press a line of kisses along America's shoulders while the younger nation collects himself. A shiver passes through him. Was it due to how his name sounds coming from the blond's lips right now or was it from his skin cooling slowly? Debatable. He's smiling when he shuffles to prop his head up on a palm, appreciating the view. ]
You did so well. Was it worth coming back here so I could have my wicked way with you?
[ What a warm compliment from the peanut gallery that's only contributing to the messy state they're in. Just burn the sheets. His free hand goes to brush back the younger nation's hair from his forehead, slowly coming down from his high. ]
How does your neck feel? I wasn't too rough was I?
[ There's still some lingering lightheaded feeling, but he's concentrating on his breathing, coughing just briefly before he clears his throat. He seems.. utterly delighted to just be lying there and still thinking of what happened a few moments ago, unaware that some marking is starting to appear on his neck. His voice is uniquely soft— a stark contrast to how he usually talks. ]
It made everything feel like.. a lot more. It was kind of scary.. but I liked that part of it.. cause it made it exciting too.
[ He gives France a closed lip smile, but there's still bliss that's on his expression and in his eyes. ]
But.. I don't think I can do anything else. I just want to be here.
[ Now he knows why Klaus would beg him to do it. ]
[ America looks close to melting against the mattress, sated and happy. It makes his chest clench with some problematic yearning that has him stroking a hand over America's chest while he works to catch his breath. ]
I know exactly what you mean. It's such an experience.
[ Shifting his weight, he kisses the top of America's head and moves to rest beside him. It's just easier to catch his breath as well. He's propped up, watching him through his lashes. ]
If you ever want to do it later on I am quite happy to.
[ His hazy blue eyes follow France's movements and he can't help but smile even bigger when France offers. ]
Dude, I thought I could keep up with you, but I don't know. I kind of just want to sleep forever. I feel so gross, though.
[ He's a bit.. meticulous when it comes hah to stuff on his skin. Sweat and release. He should shower, but he's basically putty right now. ]
Hey.. why didn't we do something like this sooner?
[ Oh. ]
I like being with you. I mean, I don't.. love you.. but you're important to me. You always have been. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind back during the Revolutionary War..
[ That's a secret he's never told. ]
But I was really focused on what I had to do. Did you ever look at me and wonder what it would be like to be with me in this kind of way?
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Date: 2020-07-26 02:26 am (UTC)Show vulnerability and get France's attentive affection. Win/win.
France is hardly treating the nation beneath him gently but he feels an unavoidable fondness spurred on with every sound that slips from America's lips. The blond is wonderfully incoherent and pliant beneath him and he is happy to offer a few hushed words of praise. He's really holding out for America to finish before he will, but his hips stutter in their harsh tempo when the hand on his wrist pulls up. It's fast enough that the grip he has on America's neck goes lax and his brow creases in concern. Before he can ask if the other was okay that hand anchoring his own shifts and he watches how he writhes against the sheets.
He croons in approval when he gets a nod from the blond and drops to rest on an elbow, coincidentally trapping America's length between them. His fingers readjust their grip, slowly cutting off his air to a greater extent than he had previously. The rush he feels from overwhelming a lover is not new by any means but it is new in that he's doing this to America. Who is getting off from it. Part of it feels incredibly taboo, even while under the influence of various influences.
Now's a perfect time for that kiss, stealing whatever breath America may have. It also just felt right and the younger nation had been so quick to chase after his lips at the start of this. He'd hate to deprive him of more. ]
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Date: 2020-07-26 03:46 am (UTC)Tears are spilling from his eyes and he brings his quivering hands to his face, scrubbing at them as he tries to gain composure of himself, his muscles continuing to throb. He practically sighs out the other man's name, ignoring the hot mess sandwiched between them. Some of it even got on the upper part of his body. ]
France..
[ After he gains a little more control of his breathing: ]
I loved it.
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Date: 2020-07-26 11:54 pm (UTC)There's a pretty string of French curses and he slips down to press a line of kisses along America's shoulders while the younger nation collects himself. A shiver passes through him. Was it due to how his name sounds coming from the blond's lips right now or was it from his skin cooling slowly? Debatable. He's smiling when he shuffles to prop his head up on a palm, appreciating the view. ]
You did so well. Was it worth coming back here so I could have my wicked way with you?
[ What a warm compliment from the peanut gallery that's only contributing to the messy state they're in. Just burn the sheets. His free hand goes to brush back the younger nation's hair from his forehead, slowly coming down from his high. ]
How does your neck feel? I wasn't too rough was I?
[ Aaaand doting. ]
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Date: 2020-07-27 12:40 am (UTC)[ There's still some lingering lightheaded feeling, but he's concentrating on his breathing, coughing just briefly before he clears his throat. He seems.. utterly delighted to just be lying there and still thinking of what happened a few moments ago, unaware that some marking is starting to appear on his neck. His voice is uniquely soft— a stark contrast to how he usually talks. ]
It made everything feel like.. a lot more. It was kind of scary.. but I liked that part of it.. cause it made it exciting too.
[ He gives France a closed lip smile, but there's still bliss that's on his expression and in his eyes. ]
But.. I don't think I can do anything else. I just want to be here.
[ Now he knows why Klaus would beg him to do it. ]
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Date: 2020-07-31 07:55 pm (UTC)I know exactly what you mean. It's such an experience.
[ Shifting his weight, he kisses the top of America's head and moves to rest beside him. It's just easier to catch his breath as well. He's propped up, watching him through his lashes. ]
If you ever want to do it later on I am quite happy to.
[ Yeah, listen. He would. ]
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Date: 2020-08-02 03:50 am (UTC)Dude, I thought I could keep up with you, but I don't know. I kind of just want to sleep forever. I feel so gross, though.
[ He's a bit.. meticulous when it comes
hahto stuff on his skin. Sweat and release. He should shower, but he's basically putty right now. ]Hey.. why didn't we do something like this sooner?
[ Oh. ]
I like being with you. I mean, I don't.. love you.. but you're important to me. You always have been. I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind back during the Revolutionary War..
[ That's a secret he's never told. ]
But I was really focused on what I had to do. Did you ever look at me and wonder what it would be like to be with me in this kind of way?