I've debated time and again whether I should de-anon this or not so what the hell. De-anoning. Done for the saying_yes_2010
challenge.Title: Good MorningDisclaimer:
Er, I don’t own Hetalia. Pairing:
America × EnglandRating:
R-18 for fail!pornSummary:
England wakes up to a beautiful morning beside his lover.
England woke up at the feel of the sun’s warmth on his bare skin, America’s arms holding him close.
Lips curving into a small smile, he turned slightly to look at his lover, shifting carefully in the tangle of sheets and limbs, not wanting to disturb America and wake him. They both had a long, hard day yesterday and needed the rest sleep offered.
Against the dappled sunlight that shone through the window, America’s skin and hair glowed a hallowed gold, an Andalusian god in repose. Almost by habit, England gently brushed his knuckles across America’s cheek, barely resisting the temptation to kiss America as his heart is filled with near overwhelming affection for his lover. Why must you be so beautiful?Ah, I am getting far too sentimental in my old age
, England thought with a wry chuckle. Sighing, he turned away from America. As much as he liked the casual, yet intimate contact between his bare skin and America’s, he couldn’t stay in the bed any longer. He had work to do, not to mention he had to make breakfast for them.
However, just as he was about to try to extricate himself from America’s embrace, America’s grip around his waist tightened.
“America what–” England started to say in surprise, but it turned to a choked gasp when he felt America’s hand stroking his inner thigh, his warm lips and tongue against his ear. He struggled, trying to get away, but America’s grasp was too firm. “America, now is not the time for–I have to–ohhhhh–
” He closed his eyes and let out a breathy little moan as America’s lips found that little sensitive spot at the juncture of his neck and jaw, and placed sucking little kisses that sent sparks of pleasure throughout his body, making him squirm in America’s grasp.
“Mmm hmm,” America murmured. The hand on England’s thigh moved higher, wrapping ‘round his cock, thumb rubbing the head before it began to stroke him in earnest.
" England breath came in harsh, rapid pants, heels digging into the soft sheets for purchase as he arched his back as the sweet heat spread throughout his body like potent wine in the blood, warm and intoxicating, and then pooled between his legs, where his lover’s fingers, now slick with his own issue, deftly stroked him.
“Do you like that? Do you want me to go faster?”
The obscene whispers burned against England’s ear, and he shuddered. “Yes
,” he mewled, toes curling and uncurling, fingers gripping sheets as he writhed in pleasure, body arching back as the strokes sped up, “Oh god, yes
.” Seconds later, his world went achingly white as he came into his lover’s hands.
Afterwards, somewhat sated but still wanting more, England lay unmoving, gasping for breath, his body damp with sweat, thighs and stomach stained with come. Behind him, he could feel America’s heat as he shifted in the bed. With the arm around his waist, America effortlessly drew him closer, cuddling him flush against his chest.
“Good morning,” America whispered as he nuzzled the nape of his neck, planting little nips, licks and kisses against the sweat-soaked skin.
Letting out a breathless laugh, England turned over and placed a languorous kiss on America’s lips. As green eyes met with blue ones, England gave him a wicked smile as his fingers wrapped around his lover’s own hard length, wet with precome, and slowly began to caress him. “Good morning to you too, idiot,” he whispered back, his smile turning to a smirk when America moaned, head falling back against the pillows to bare his neck. “Now its your turn.”
/hides and runs