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lady_phenyxTitle: A Sticky Situation
Author: Lady Phenyx
Genre: PWP
Pairing: USUK
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex. Lots of Sex. Plus bondage.
Summary: Kink meme de-anon. Prompt was America hasn't seen England in weeks. So he flies to London and tracks him down, finding him at Buckingham Palace/Number 10/some parliament building. England is stressed and irritable and refuses to give him time of day. So America gets a roll of sticky/masking tape and binds him with it, and then proceeds to ravish him senseless.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
America lifted England’s hips off the chair with one hand as he yanked down trousers and boxers in one swift motion with the other. They went the way of the shoes and socks as America changed his grip, effortlessly holding England’s hips to the chair while he nuzzled the line of hair leading down to the erection begging for attention between England’s thighs before tracing it with his tongue. He tugged on the hair gently, grinning as England bit his lip and turned away, determined to bite back as many of the pretty little noises he made as possible, the ones that made America almost forget about teasing, made him want to throw England over his desk and fuck him until he screamed. All in good time, he reminded his impatient cock, which was very much in favor of doing that right now.
Grinning, he slowly and deliberately licked his lips and made sure England saw him do it, eying England’s cock the way he eyed an ice cream cone, flicking a quick lick at the precum beading at the tip.
“Yummy,” he said, watching England roll his eyes and blush before engulfing England’s cock in his mouth in one swift move, relishing the aborted cry England gave. His oral fixation made him a master at blowing British cock, if he did say so himself.
He sucked hard on the head, cupping England’s balls in one hand to massage them as he kissed down the length of England’s cock, across the sharp cut of hipbone, kissing his way up the underside of England’s cock, tracing the thick vein there, tracing with his tongue the ridge between head and cock, doing his best to force those little cries out of England he’d deny making later.
There were fine tremors running through England’s thighs, and America tightened his grip on England’s hip slightly, feeling how badly England wanted to move, to touch him, and he reveled in denying it. England was a country in control of himself and his surroundings, and giving up that control was a potent rush for both of them. (America hadn’t really understood until he gave England control just how potent a rush it was to give control to someone you trusted, it almost made him look forward to England’s revenge for his teasing. Almost.)
England closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but what America’s mouth was doing to him, but closing his eyes made the indecent sounds America was making seem louder, the sucking, the wet noises, the moans and hums that sent him further toward the edge.
Suddenly America pulled back, holding onto the base of England’s cock until his breathing evened out slightly. England glared down at him when he realized America had stopped.
America dug in his pants pocket for his army knife as England cursed him for stopping. England’s eyes widened and he jerked when he caught sight of the blade. Before he could safeword America was reassuring him without words, slicing through the tape carefully and quickly, holding up the knife and tape with a lopsided grin as England relaxed. Just for this, babe. Mentally, he smacked himself for forgetting – England had been through how many battles, of course he was going to tense up if he wasn’t warned about the knife.
England gave him a quick half smile, his “I’ll forgive you that one, you idiot” smile, and America smiled back as he sliced through the tape on England’s other arm.
Sliding off the chair into America’s lap, England began kissing America, almost making him forget his purpose in untaping England.
Still, he was America, he wasn’t going to be distracted that easily! He still hadn’t finished making his Iggy feel good yet! He groped for the tape while England was distracted, remembering where it was from his aborted attempt earlier. Shifting their weight, he managed to maneuver England into kneeling in front of the chair and started taping his arms down again, moving as quickly as he dared while he distracted England, nipping and licking at the base of England’s neck where he knew his lover was sensitive, just under the collar of shirt and jacket, sucking at the spot just behind England’s ear as he squirmed.
England jerked and tugged at the tape before looking at America over one shoulder with a raised eyebrow as soon as he realized what America was doing, a look America could translate before becoming lovers. Seriously? Suddenly it melted away to pure mischief, and while America could enjoy that his lover was much less stressed than he had been earlier, that look never boded will.
America had to grit his teeth to concentrate as England squirmed and arched - it was making it very hard to concentrate, especially when England wiggled his bare ass against America’s still clothed erection OhHolyCrap JustlikeTHAT!! England chuckled as America stiffened, eyes rolling back in his head. As soon as America caught his breath, he smirked and leaned down to whisper in England’s ear, and England gasped as strong hands groped his ass.
“You keep that up and I’m gonna have to punish you, Iggy. That’s why you’re doing it, isn’t it? You like it when I do that, don’t you? You like it when I spank you ‘cuz you know I could break you and I won’t.”
England gave him a raised eyebrow over one shoulder, silently daring him. The smack as America’s hand connected with England’s ass was shockingly loud, but America still heard the pleased little noise England made as he jerked against the tape. So America spanked him again, and again, careful of his strength, until England was squirming, flushed and panting.
America cocked his head and took a good, long look at England’s ass. It was a pretty shade of soft red, England may have been tough but his skin was still soft and creamy and easily marked. America perked as he suddenly had a brilliant idea. He scooted backward and bent down to kiss one reddened cheek.
England jerked, making the chair smack against the wall as he tried to squirm away. “W-what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, face as red as his backside.
Blinking innocent eyes up at England, America rubbed his cheek against the small of England’s back, laying a quick kiss there before he replied. “Kissing it better.”
With that he went back to kissing reddened cheeks, ignoring England’s sputtered protest. England always got flustered when America did something gentle. It reminded America how little gentleness England had in his life, made him want to be even gentler for his lover. With that in the back of his mind, he ran his tongue over red skin, soothing and hot and wet, kissing and nipping at the bumps of England’s vertebrae just to hear England make an undignified noise remarkable close to a squeak, something he’d deny as soon as he was untied.
Suddenly America thought of something important and grimaced as he realized it – no lube, they couldn’t…unless…
“Hey, Iggy…”
“Bottom desk drawer,” England cut him off, still blushing. America blinked in confusion for a second…wow, Iggy was psychic! ...but moved when England rolled his eyes.
He dug in the bottom drawer of England’s desk, fumbling a bit until he found the slim bottle, hidden at the bottom of the drawer. Grabbing the bottle, he leaned over his still flushing boyfriend.
“You really are a kinky old man, aren’t you. Keeping lube in a desk in Buckingham Palace, and after the lecture you gave me for swearing in here before? How many times have you jacked off in here without anybody knowing?”
“Oh for…I forgot it there, that’s all! You should be grateful I...” England lost coherency for a moment as warm, lube-slick fingers wrapped around his erection and stroked just the way he liked it, clenching his hands on the chair arms tight enough to leave new dents as America stroked just right.
Satisfied he’d refocused England’s attention on the matter at hand, America let go of his erection, ignoring the disappointed little noise England couldn’t quite hold back, and gripped his ass, massaging it for a moment before spreading the cheeks apart, feeling England squirm against his hands in embarrassment at the scrutiny but holding him still effortlessly.
“You have the nicest ass in the world, Iggy,” America commented, rubbing his cheek against one slightly red buttock. “And I’m gonna screw it silly, gonna fuck you ‘till I have to carry you home,” he finished smugly, ignoring England’s disbelieving snort for the quick shiver and the little wiggle of that very nice ass that told him what England really thought of that idea.
America started to let go, to reach for the lube and get started on that (and his cock agreed with that idea, oh very much so) when he got a sudden urge, one he had thought before he’d never want to do, but now, with England under him, taped down and legs spread, just the slightest of tremors running through that lithe body, he wanted to. It surprised him, but hey, life was all about trying new things right? And if it made England feel good…
Still a little shocked at himself for even thinking of doing it, he spread England wide and swept his tongue across England’s ass in one long sweep from balls to tailbone.
Author: Lady Phenyx
Genre: PWP
Pairing: USUK
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex. Lots of Sex. Plus bondage.
Summary: Kink meme de-anon. Prompt was America hasn't seen England in weeks. So he flies to London and tracks him down, finding him at Buckingham Palace/Number 10/some parliament building. England is stressed and irritable and refuses to give him time of day. So America gets a roll of sticky/masking tape and binds him with it, and then proceeds to ravish him senseless.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
America lifted England’s hips off the chair with one hand as he yanked down trousers and boxers in one swift motion with the other. They went the way of the shoes and socks as America changed his grip, effortlessly holding England’s hips to the chair while he nuzzled the line of hair leading down to the erection begging for attention between England’s thighs before tracing it with his tongue. He tugged on the hair gently, grinning as England bit his lip and turned away, determined to bite back as many of the pretty little noises he made as possible, the ones that made America almost forget about teasing, made him want to throw England over his desk and fuck him until he screamed. All in good time, he reminded his impatient cock, which was very much in favor of doing that right now.
Grinning, he slowly and deliberately licked his lips and made sure England saw him do it, eying England’s cock the way he eyed an ice cream cone, flicking a quick lick at the precum beading at the tip.
“Yummy,” he said, watching England roll his eyes and blush before engulfing England’s cock in his mouth in one swift move, relishing the aborted cry England gave. His oral fixation made him a master at blowing British cock, if he did say so himself.
He sucked hard on the head, cupping England’s balls in one hand to massage them as he kissed down the length of England’s cock, across the sharp cut of hipbone, kissing his way up the underside of England’s cock, tracing the thick vein there, tracing with his tongue the ridge between head and cock, doing his best to force those little cries out of England he’d deny making later.
There were fine tremors running through England’s thighs, and America tightened his grip on England’s hip slightly, feeling how badly England wanted to move, to touch him, and he reveled in denying it. England was a country in control of himself and his surroundings, and giving up that control was a potent rush for both of them. (America hadn’t really understood until he gave England control just how potent a rush it was to give control to someone you trusted, it almost made him look forward to England’s revenge for his teasing. Almost.)
England closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but what America’s mouth was doing to him, but closing his eyes made the indecent sounds America was making seem louder, the sucking, the wet noises, the moans and hums that sent him further toward the edge.
Suddenly America pulled back, holding onto the base of England’s cock until his breathing evened out slightly. England glared down at him when he realized America had stopped.
America dug in his pants pocket for his army knife as England cursed him for stopping. England’s eyes widened and he jerked when he caught sight of the blade. Before he could safeword America was reassuring him without words, slicing through the tape carefully and quickly, holding up the knife and tape with a lopsided grin as England relaxed. Just for this, babe. Mentally, he smacked himself for forgetting – England had been through how many battles, of course he was going to tense up if he wasn’t warned about the knife.
England gave him a quick half smile, his “I’ll forgive you that one, you idiot” smile, and America smiled back as he sliced through the tape on England’s other arm.
Sliding off the chair into America’s lap, England began kissing America, almost making him forget his purpose in untaping England.
Still, he was America, he wasn’t going to be distracted that easily! He still hadn’t finished making his Iggy feel good yet! He groped for the tape while England was distracted, remembering where it was from his aborted attempt earlier. Shifting their weight, he managed to maneuver England into kneeling in front of the chair and started taping his arms down again, moving as quickly as he dared while he distracted England, nipping and licking at the base of England’s neck where he knew his lover was sensitive, just under the collar of shirt and jacket, sucking at the spot just behind England’s ear as he squirmed.
England jerked and tugged at the tape before looking at America over one shoulder with a raised eyebrow as soon as he realized what America was doing, a look America could translate before becoming lovers. Seriously? Suddenly it melted away to pure mischief, and while America could enjoy that his lover was much less stressed than he had been earlier, that look never boded will.
America had to grit his teeth to concentrate as England squirmed and arched - it was making it very hard to concentrate, especially when England wiggled his bare ass against America’s still clothed erection OhHolyCrap JustlikeTHAT!! England chuckled as America stiffened, eyes rolling back in his head. As soon as America caught his breath, he smirked and leaned down to whisper in England’s ear, and England gasped as strong hands groped his ass.
“You keep that up and I’m gonna have to punish you, Iggy. That’s why you’re doing it, isn’t it? You like it when I do that, don’t you? You like it when I spank you ‘cuz you know I could break you and I won’t.”
England gave him a raised eyebrow over one shoulder, silently daring him. The smack as America’s hand connected with England’s ass was shockingly loud, but America still heard the pleased little noise England made as he jerked against the tape. So America spanked him again, and again, careful of his strength, until England was squirming, flushed and panting.
America cocked his head and took a good, long look at England’s ass. It was a pretty shade of soft red, England may have been tough but his skin was still soft and creamy and easily marked. America perked as he suddenly had a brilliant idea. He scooted backward and bent down to kiss one reddened cheek.
England jerked, making the chair smack against the wall as he tried to squirm away. “W-what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, face as red as his backside.
Blinking innocent eyes up at England, America rubbed his cheek against the small of England’s back, laying a quick kiss there before he replied. “Kissing it better.”
With that he went back to kissing reddened cheeks, ignoring England’s sputtered protest. England always got flustered when America did something gentle. It reminded America how little gentleness England had in his life, made him want to be even gentler for his lover. With that in the back of his mind, he ran his tongue over red skin, soothing and hot and wet, kissing and nipping at the bumps of England’s vertebrae just to hear England make an undignified noise remarkable close to a squeak, something he’d deny as soon as he was untied.
Suddenly America thought of something important and grimaced as he realized it – no lube, they couldn’t…unless…
“Hey, Iggy…”
“Bottom desk drawer,” England cut him off, still blushing. America blinked in confusion for a second…wow, Iggy was psychic! ...but moved when England rolled his eyes.
He dug in the bottom drawer of England’s desk, fumbling a bit until he found the slim bottle, hidden at the bottom of the drawer. Grabbing the bottle, he leaned over his still flushing boyfriend.
“You really are a kinky old man, aren’t you. Keeping lube in a desk in Buckingham Palace, and after the lecture you gave me for swearing in here before? How many times have you jacked off in here without anybody knowing?”
“Oh for…I forgot it there, that’s all! You should be grateful I...” England lost coherency for a moment as warm, lube-slick fingers wrapped around his erection and stroked just the way he liked it, clenching his hands on the chair arms tight enough to leave new dents as America stroked just right.
Satisfied he’d refocused England’s attention on the matter at hand, America let go of his erection, ignoring the disappointed little noise England couldn’t quite hold back, and gripped his ass, massaging it for a moment before spreading the cheeks apart, feeling England squirm against his hands in embarrassment at the scrutiny but holding him still effortlessly.
“You have the nicest ass in the world, Iggy,” America commented, rubbing his cheek against one slightly red buttock. “And I’m gonna screw it silly, gonna fuck you ‘till I have to carry you home,” he finished smugly, ignoring England’s disbelieving snort for the quick shiver and the little wiggle of that very nice ass that told him what England really thought of that idea.
America started to let go, to reach for the lube and get started on that (and his cock agreed with that idea, oh very much so) when he got a sudden urge, one he had thought before he’d never want to do, but now, with England under him, taped down and legs spread, just the slightest of tremors running through that lithe body, he wanted to. It surprised him, but hey, life was all about trying new things right? And if it made England feel good…
Still a little shocked at himself for even thinking of doing it, he spread England wide and swept his tongue across England’s ass in one long sweep from balls to tailbone.
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Date: 2012-01-20 12:31 am (UTC)every chapter I think this is the hottest but then I get flustered by a new one...
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Date: 2012-01-20 04:31 am (UTC)