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“No, dude.” America spoke to him firmly, “You’re perfectly fine. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you, Arthur…I…I’ve missed you babe…”
England’s eyes ignited with a glow of admiration for a short moment at such a pet name, and he looked up as he cooed, almost inaudible, “Y…yes…I missed you too…I was…afraid you’d be upset about my…my twat. That’s why I was a little scared about hugging you and touching you. It’s…quite sensitive.”
So it was sensitive. Maybe America could still please him this weekend. But he needed to be careful not to hurt him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt him.
England looked so vulnerable…it was obvious that he was showing pure, raw emotion as he stood before the younger nation, now standing with his hands at his sides.
America noticed that he shifted his feet together a bit now, before he stated gently, “America…I’m…I’m not sure what to do. I’ve been horny but…”
Ah. Poor thing. He probably didn’t really know how to please himself.
While it was a relief to know that there hadn’t been any negative change to their relationship, it was clear that the younger man was needed.
America approached him now, cupping a hot face between his palms, as he spoke to him softly, “Arthur…I know you’re a little insecure right now. But…maybe I could help you.”
England looked up at him now. “You…you still want to have sex with me?”
“Arthur. It’s you. I’d fuck you even if you had two pussies.” America sighed, “I’ve been wanting you for weeks. I’ve missed you. And you need this release…we’ll get through this together.”
England smiled at him, a wave of comfort blanketing him as his face seemed to relax slightly.
He leaned into their space, speaking just above a whisper, “Okay…just…be gentle.”
America didn’t respond back with words at this point. He couldn’t find words with enough passion and desire to convey what he was feeling right now. He felt the urge to kiss him grow stronger the longer their eyes met. He had been longing for that man…and now that he was needed at a time where England was actively asking for help…he couldn’t have been more infatuated than he was right now.
Larger hands wrapped around a thinner waist, pulling the other man close, as their faces lingered within a few inches between them, and America spoke to him, “Gimme a kiss, baby….”
England complied without another word as he allowed the other man to lean in and press their lips together.
They remained with their mouths latched for a moment before parting, immediately reclaiming one another with a sickening sweet click of their lips separating just to glue together again.
A heavy breath passed England’s throat as he bit into America’s bottom lip and lured him further into their kiss, wrapping his arms around a sturdy neck.
Their hips swayed together as they locked tongues, with the larger mass pressing England against the machine with a soft thud, pressing his crotch into a soft mound and receiving a soft moan from the man he felt he would lose somehow if he lost his grip on him.
Oh. It really is a pussy. It was…warm.
His palms felt comfortable and soothed his satiation for the older nation as he gently squeezed the hips he held onto.
God, he couldn’t get enough of his little noises. His voice got so cute and light, as if he were trying to hold back when initially aroused.
“A-America…” England whimpered into his ear, “I’m…I’m so wet…!”
America’s heart panged with excitement at the sound of desperation in his tone, and he pressed his forehead against the others as he whispered to him, “Are you, baby? Want me to touch you?”
England rolled his hips into the larger country, pushing his mound into a gradually stiffening clothed cock, whining against the constant hungry kisses his body grew hotter and hotter from, as he confessed in a breathless gasp, “Yes…please…”
America complied with a smirk, as he slid a hand against a flat stomach, relishing in the soft skin beneath his fingertips, before slipping under the boxers worn and gliding along the slickness of an eager pussy.
His wetness was breathtaking. It coated large digits, dragged out a broken, deprived whimper from folds being teased and caressed.
America felt like he could get lost in the sounds around him and the sensation of a cute, wet twat against his skin.
“Jesus,” he gasped as he parted from kissing England, “You’re this wet already?”
“Mm….mh,” the older nation moaned back, “Yes…”
Fuck, he sounded so sexy right now. He was vulnerable, willing to let the younger man touch him in ways they hadn’t experienced together before.
Plus…feeling his erection dig into a soft, damp little peak turned him on more than he thought it would. Perhaps it was because it was England’s mound and its warmth.
“Fuck…” America hissed, “You…you that wet for me, baby?”
As he spoke, he brushed his fingers lightly along a plump, swollen clit, bewildered by the sheer wetness that coated his hand, and luring England’s hips closer to his arm, rewarding himself with the winded, high pitched moans of a man washed down in pleasure from finally being touched the way he needed to be.
“Ah~! A-Alfred…!”
“Mm? You want my dick, don’t you baby?” America gasped, spreading his folds with skillful fingers and circling his button with his middle finger, pressing his hips into him to pin him against the washer machine.
He couldn’t help that he brought out England’s dirtiest, sluttiest little persona when fucking him. It was honestly the sexiest thing in the world and it left him aching for more as he would listen to him beg to be penetrated.
The Englishman pulled America into another adhesive kiss, suckling on his tongue before releasing his lips with a wet smack as he mewled back, “Yes. I need it. I need you.”
“Say less…” America hummed against his mouth, slipping his finger into the hot, wet tightness that pulled him in with a dull suction and a silky pop as he hooked it inwards and up against a snug opening. England responded with a needy groan as he broke from their kiss and spoke, “fuck, like that….!”
“Yeah, like that?” America whispered back with his thumb against a thrumming clit, circling it feverishly as he thrust his finger inside, using momentum in his wrist to push into him and coerce his hips to ride against the current of his movements.
“God, yes…fuck, I’m so…!”
“Yeah…I know, baby,”
He slid a second finger in, curling them up into the hot wetness that melted against his hand, a soft squelch gently aiding their brief silence as England gasped heavily, rolling his hips into the movements of America’s hand, while a steady palm remained clamped to his right hip to keep him pinned against the washer machine.
He watched lust take over England’s mass, face a deep, dusty red, his eyes glowing with a need for more friction, as he let moan after moan escape him weakly, riding each wave of ecstasy that riddled him from being fingered fervently. The rumbling of the machine behind him created a dull burn in his abdomen as his body rocked against both a sturdy build and a strong metal object helping him stay on two feet.
“God, yes, k-keep doing that-!” England gasped, silenced by the creamy, silky sound of his cunt willingly accepting the two fingers that stirred his insides and gushed out his nectar.
“Jesus, you’re so wet.” America sighed, “Your pussy feels good against my fingers…you won’t get this wet for anyone else right?”
As he asked, he shoved his fingers upwards against a soft, spongy patch, juicing a deep, guttural moan from England, who reached out to wrap a hand around a strong wrist before he whined back, “Yesss~! Yes, fuck…! I-I won’t let my twat get wet for anyone else~!”
“Good…that’s my baby…that’s my Arthur…!”
He awarded England’s devotion to obedience by slipping a third finger in, his body glued to the other man’s, as he ground his fingers against pulsating walls and relishing in the snug hold such a pretty cunt had onto his hand, uneven moans caressing his ears as England lost grip of his train of thought and mindlessly jutted his hips into a strong, skillful hand.
“Arthur, you’re so fucking wet, baby. You…you’re making me so goddamn hard.”
“A-America…I…I want you to fuck me,”
“Mm,” America hummed before his lips snaked down to England’s neck, closing his eyes at the sound of a sopping cunt being stirred, “You want me to fuck you, Arthur?”
England lifted his head to further expose the flesh of his throat, allowing the larger nation to plant hungry kisses along his skin, as he sighed back in a light, wanton whine, “Yes, I need you to fuck me. I need you to have your way with me….I want you to ruin my twat,”
God, his voice was too cute, especially with how desperately lewd his dirty talk got. It left America scraping against the zipper of his pants. His cock yearned for their skin to conjoin.
England’s choice of words showed less and less care for decorum and more thirst for his hole to be filled, as he rocked his hips along America’s stronger, broader build, confidently held up against the washer by a sturdy arm that hooked around his waist.
America took advantage of his heightened strength, by slowly removing his fingers from a tight, hot entrance that clenched longingly for his flesh, scooping England up by his hips and lowering him onto the top of a running machine, before pulling on the band of damp boxers and sliding them down.
The man he intended to fuck lifted his ass obediently so that they could remove the underwear and toss it to the floor.
America placed his hands against flushed kneecaps before parting them, revealing a slick, pink pussy, glistening with nectar, a shiny swelled clit, and a small, delicate hole awaiting penetration as it winked with arousal, clear liquid oozing down to the space between two entrances.
With a fluttering heart, the younger nation gasped, “Shit….its so pretty ... .Arthur, it’s…it’s beautiful.”
England looked away momentarily, spreading his thighs further apart before murmuring back, “You…you think so?”
“Hell yeah I do.” He answered back, pulling him into a passionate lock of their lips, biting onto him gently before leaning away with a soft click from their mouths releasing, and reached down to unzip his pants, finally freeing himself as his long, fat cock flung from its restraints.
England stared down at veins pulsating through flushed skin, his cut, wet tip glistening under the dim light of the basement, a rush to his heart pounding against his chest as his hole tightened with anticipation.
He was huge. He’d almost forgotten how big America was. But if he’d been able to take all of his girth in a snug ass hole, he could take him in his newfound pussy.
With a deep breath, he slid backwards against the washing machine, spreading his thighs apart to allow a full view of his twat, before whispering to his comrade, “Y…you can put it in…I’m ready.”
America inched close, aiming himself at the heat he felt just at a leaking entrance, shuddering at what emanated against the head of his cock, before he eased it in as slowly as he could, closing his eyes and letting out a soft groan at how tight of a hug he immediately felt against his tip.
His chubby tip stretched England’s sensitive little opening, wrenching a cry from him as he too closed his eyes shut and allowed his cunt to be filled with the pulsing, twitching flesh he’d craved insatiably.
His breath hitched in his throat as he felt America’s tip kiss his cervix, before opening his eyes to meet his gaze, finding comfort in such a shared moment, as he uttered to him, “You can start moving…go ahead.”
America nodded, planting a small kiss against England’s cheek, and stated, “Let me know if I hurt you.”
He then began thrusting into him, his own breaths sharp at how snug of a grip England’s walls had on his cock, sharing a heartbeat with flesh against flesh. He released a low moan from the wet heat that enveloped him, and in an unrestrained grunt, he spoke, “Fuck you’re tight.”
“Mm~! I-it feels so much more inte-ahh~! Intense…!” England choked, as he shifted his hips to meet America’s movements. He held onto the edges of the washer machine to keep himself in place as he was pushed into with an increasing force.
He slid forward and angled his ass downwards, hanging slightly off of the surface with the tips of his toes barely touching the floor, until America scooped up one of his legs and hooked it over the bend in his arm, now thrusting upwards into him and shuddering at the hot suction that juiced precum along throbbing walls. From this position, he could easily watch his stiff cock slide in and out of the warm cavern that stroked him, breaths heavy as he observed the glistening nectar that coated him.
An adoration like never before clouded his brain at the sight of their fluids blending from each movement against one another.
“Like that, baby? You want me to fuck you in this position?” He asked England feverishly as he continued to shove his cock against the warm wetness that accepted him.
In a pleasing moan, his comrade hissed back, “Yes. Yes. L-like that, f…ffffuckkk~!”
His voice grew to another one of those intoxicating, high pitched whines America melted for every single time he heard it, as he obediently thrusted into him and ground his dick against a spongy spot within England, yanking his upper body close so that he could press his lips into the other man’s pair and kiss him with a deep passion behind each smooch from their mouths parting.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He gasped between their shared thrusts, “Y-you’re really taking me…that’s so hot…”
“Mmmm~! Mm~! Y-you can do it rough…I like when you fuck me roughly…I…I’ll let you do it however you want to…!”
“A…are you s-sure?” America asked, eyes lowered, “I…I don’t wanna hurt you.”
England yanked America close to him, grabbing a handful of his shirt, and grizzled to him as a ravenous heat took over his body, “Don’t keep holding back. I can take it…just fuck me.”
Well…he did give him permission…
With that finally being let into the air, and England basically giving the green light for the younger, stronger, more capable nation to fuck his brains out right on that washing machine, America pulled out, his cock glossed in slick, and lowered the other man down, turned where he was facing the wall,
then slid back into him, letting out a grunt as he once again pressed into a firm patch deep inside.
England turned his head just a bit to try and speak, but was immediately pressed into the surface of the washer as a hand latched onto clumps of his hair to pin him down.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” America growled, leaning down to bite deeply into the shell of England’s ear and wrenching a sudden cry from him.
Oh god, he was going to be ravenous now. Their sex was going to skyrocket from zero to a thousand within just a few moments.
“Am…America-“ England attempted to speak, but was silenced by a fierce thrust into his cunt, his voice catching in the back of his throat and his mouth still opened as he clenched his eyes shut tightly from the impact.
It left him with a dull, good sensation in his abdomen as his spot was grazed against from each movement, and eventually he cried out in a slurred moan, “Fuck! Fuck!”
“Yeah…yeah, yeah…keep fucking moaning like that,” America hissed between hard, heavy movements, then swung his hand down to slap against England’s ass, rewarding himself with a short, high pitched little mewl as he watched a flushed cheek undulate from the intensity of his hit.
“Moan for me, Arthur,” he breathed before slapping him once more, into the same, bruised part of his flesh, and as he did so, he felt a squeeze against the tip of his cock, his voice suddenly melting into an indulgent whimper as he managed to speak, “You like that, don’t you baby?”
“Hmm~! Hah~! Y-yehhhs!”
“Yeah, course ya do….you fucking slut,” America heaved before slapping his ass a third time, an addiction developing from his cock being squeezed like an orange in a juicer and rendering him inaudible for a brief moment, “Goddamn, you’re killing me…your little cunt is so tight for me, isn’t it?”
If it was two things America could get right out of the three things England ever expected out of him, it was the fact that he fucked like a damn rabbit and that he was really good at talking dirty.
The third thing honestly didn’t matter. That was usually for him to just talk like a decent country during meetings.
With harder thrusts into England’s sloppy, sensitive cunt, their movements created a loud banging noise from the washer knocking against the wall, their voices barely reaching the same level as it all happened.
England’s moans grew shaky and inconsistent as his canal was pummeled by an animalistic, predatory American, who hissed into the older man’s ear between plunges, “Would you have my fucking babies? Huh? You want me to fucking breed you?”
From a realistic standpoint, hell no. He didn’t want to be responsible for raising that himbo’s children.
But because his pussy clenched the stiff rod that fucked him up and left him ravenous, greedy and shamelessly allowing that shithead to use him like a fuck toy, he made up in his mind that he’d at least entertain the thought by letting himself lose all self control over his mouth.
“Y-yes,” he gasped, “Yes, I’d have your bloody children-!”
His statement fell to a choked grunt from the sudden force of a sturdy crotch slapping against his ass cheeks as America pounded into him, releasing his hair and clamping his hands against a smaller waist, and for a brief moment, England could’ve sworn he felt his cock plump up inside from reaching a climax.
“C-cute little shits runnin around here….c-can you imagine??” America breathed, “They’d…h-have my eyes…a-and your cute fucking nose…!”
England’s cheeks burned from the impulsive words leaving the younger nation’s mouth as a hand wrapped around his neck from behind, wincing as large fingers tightened around his throat and pushed into his windpipe, his own palm instinctively reaching to America’s wrist as he slowly lost the capability of breathing. His eyes clenched shut and he pursed his lips closed.
Each hit against his cervix left him with the need to gasp as they reached a peak, and because he was being choked (not uncommon for them by the way), his lungs gradually seared from the lack of oxygen.
But that wavering, oozing pleasure that glazed his brain made the whole thing even more thrilling, and he couldn’t possibly tell America to let go.
“F-fuck, you got so damn wet and tight.” America moaned out, “I-I can’t believe it feels like this. You’re so…god, you’re so…!”
His fingers loosened, releasing him. As he did so, England coughed roughly, air entering his lungs once more and finally allowing him to breathe. He felt America's thrusts grow slow for a moment, listening to him ask nervously, “You okay?”
He always did that. He always stopped when they got to the good part if choking was involved. They were both aware of his strength, but England liked how much stronger he was and how he was capable of just wrapping a hand around his throat and choking him while fucking him senseless. It was the loss of control on his end that turned him on.
“Yes, I-just keep going,” England wheezed, “I…I want you to cum inside me.”
“Okay….” America grunted, digging his hand into the older nation’s scalp to push him back against the washer, “Okay, baby, I got you.”
He definitely had him, that was for certain, as he placed a hand on England’s hip to hold him in place and thrust into him with all of the feverish passion he could muster from his large mass, their momentum banging into the machine.
“Mmmmmmm~!!! Y-yyyessss, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me~!!”
“Jesus Christ Arthur, you’re a fucking slut for my cock right now,” he hissed back as his body squirmed with the heat of a furnace from the weak, trembling whine that rattled England’s lungs, his voice broken and winded as his ass rippled against each slam into him, his cunt clenching America for dear life and creating a wet, deviously addicting friction between the flesh of a stiff , fat cock and a sopping, spongy soft spot.
A sudden urge to urinate briefly washed over England’s lower half, and as it melted into the most decadent little flutter, he arched his back and found an even more indulgent pocket of pleasure inside as America grazed into it, gutting a loud, slutty moan from him as he cried, “Aghh~! Vuck, I’m ghumming~!”
“Goddamn it Arthur…w-why do you sound so fucking sexy-!?” America growled, “I’m…I’m so close…I’m so fucking close,”
“C-cum in me, Alfred…! J-just cum~!!”
America groaned against England’s skin as he pressed his lips into his shoulder, ramming into him with all the strength he had left, before finally shoving himself into a sloppy canal and letting out a deep whimper as his cum spread through the other nation’s insides.
England whined in that light, vulnerable voice he’d been constantly luring the larger nation with, a clear liquid spraying from his cunt and onto the concrete floor beneath them, as his hole spasmed and thumped against the heartbeat of a cock still jerking into his cervix, a heat washing over his body as he cried out, “Godddd yess~~!”
As their bodies relaxed, America slumped over England, both gasping for air while laid against the washing machine. The smaller frame of the two remained still, his back heaving from deep breaths with his arms spread out and his feet barely touching the floor.
He peered down to watch how his cum coated him and the pretty, pink folds that he slid himself from, a small hum of satisfaction heard from the man under him.
He knelt down now to look directly at white beads of his seed rolling from a gaping opening, down to a bright red clit.
“God…” he gasped, “You…you really took it all, huh…”
England hadn’t been able to speak just yet, still laying against the surface of the machine he’d been fucked on, barely holding himself up as his thighs trembled. Pain burned from his ass cheeks, bright red bruises glowing against pale skin, matching red rings along his neck, and his hair disheveled. His eyes remained closed, cheeks flaring deeply with a flush.
America reached up to tenderly rub a blemished cheek, as he cooed, “I…didn’t go too far, did I?”
“Mm….no.” England finally whispered back, “It…it felt really good….”
If their sex was rough enough, sometimes one round was all England could take, but it was rewarding to feel the tension leave his body and for a lasting glow to relax him after taking all of that man.
The Englishman stood up wearily, assisted by the younger man who held him by his waist to keep him upright, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.
“Let’s get cleaned up, hm?” America suggested, grabbing a nearby blanket to wrap around him, “You did really good, all things considered.”
England leaned his head against a broad shoulder while they walked, muttering as he looked down with a reddened face, “Yes…I…I’m not sure what came over me earlier but-“
“Artie. It’s okay. I love when you get slutty. It’s like, the best.” America reassured him while giving his arm a light squeeze, “I dunno why you always get so flustered over your behavior. It’s hot.”
England smiled at him. He closed the blanket around his body to fully cover himself, naked and still slick from cum underneath.
That was….quite literally the best sex they’d had in a long time. All thanks to that stupid incubus.
But he still had to figure out how to get rid of it…
He also was unsure how to tell America the main reason why said incubus was such a problem….