Smirking, Arthur dropped the ruler. "Do you like your own cum?" Once he was sure America was finished, he reached forward and started pulling the catheter out of his hole. Then he leaned forward, unbuckling the strap holding the gag on. He let it fall off, the dildo covered in Alfred's saliva.
As soon as the toy slipped from his mouth, America mouth let out a constant stream of words that were all but incomprehensible. Out of them, there were a few words that appeared more often: you, hot, now, sex, fuck and cum were a few. He also started to strain against the bonds, wanting nothing more than to finally be fucked by the other blond and to be able to worship his war-scarred skin with touches and kisses.
"What, been too long without talking?" England said, smirking. He climbed over him, sitting on his chest. He felt the chains, making sure they were still secure. He wouldn't want him getting loose in their next event. He moved back a little, sitting on his thighs this time. He was disappointed to see that he wasn't hard again. "You are a horrible slave. Actually making me touch you." He said as he reached a hand down, slowly rubbing it.
His jaw was a little bit sore, but that didn't stop him from talking now that he could. "God England, keep touching me. Fuck me until I can't think. Fuck me hard. Please Arthur, just fuck me now." How could he last without it any more? This was the first time his master was using his own hand to get him hard, and his congealing cum was still sticking to it; which was now getting transfered to his own cock. If there was ever a record for the fastest boner after just cumming, Alfred would have won it by a long shot.
"Now I remember why I wanted to shut you up in the first place. Stop begging." England was glad to see that he was already hard, though. So he got up on his knees, straddling Alfred's body. He had a hand on America's cock, so he just guided it to his own entrance.
"Wha-ahhhh!" America got out before he felt Arthur's hole slide around his cock. He was in no way in hell expecting him to do this! Pulling against the bonds, he heard the chains faintly; all his senses trained on the man impaling himself on his dick: the feel of his inner walls, the lingering smell of sex and sweat, the sound of both of them breathing heavily, the heady taste of his own cum still washing through his mouth and the erotic picture of his master looking completely calm as his ass was penetrated.
Glad that he was still loose enough from the toy, England started thrusting himself onto Alfred's prick, throwing his head back. He loved the confused look on America's face. He leaned forward and put his hands on his lower stomach so he could move easier. "Ah, I couldn't listen t...to your request to fuck you, now c-could I?" He said, his words cracking slightly.
Seeing his master stutter while being impaled by his cock had made him moan loudly and throw his head back. "Fuck, just keep moving!" He wanted to tell England to keep talking to him like that; to keep putting him down and insulting him, but he didn't as Arthur continued to slide up and down on his rock hard shaft. It wasn't very easy since the only 'lube' he had used was some of his own cum and the lube from the toy, but fuck him if that didn't turn Alfred on more.
To get a better angle, Arthur put his hands behind him, on America's knees. He leaned back, using both his hands and legs to help himself moving. "I hope you know I -uhn- am doing this for my own p-pleasure, n-not yours." He dug his fingernails into the skin of Alfred's knees and brought his legs in closer to his body.
"Of course, god of course!" He hurriedly agreed, making sure not to close his eyes to the scene in front of him. Arthur was now positioned in such a way that America could perfectly see his red, engorged dick being all but devoured by England's greedy hole. Although, his eyes had to fight between watching it or seeing the erotic, lust driven expressions on his face.
Lifting one of his hands, Arthur roughly grabbed his own prick, greedily stroking himself off. He hadn't felt this good in a while, and it was amazing. He loved being in charge. "Don't think even for a second th -Ohfuckinggod- that you are more than a s-slave." He no longer even cared about keeping his voice in check, letting his moans out as soon as they appeared in his throat.
Shaking his head roughly, all Alfred wanted to do was rip the chains off his wrists, grab England's hips and ram himself in as far as he could into his delicious ass. He didn't though, opting instead to just try and awkwardly thrust up into him despite the hand pressing on his knee. "Never." America grunted as he watched Arthur jerk himself off in time with his reverse thrusts.
Closing his eyes, England tried to go as fast as he could. He was hitting that sweet cluster of nerves inside him with almost every thrust, and his hand was bringing him closer to climax. "B-bloody Hell..." He gasped, mouth open wide. Then he looked down at Alfred, seeing his beautiful blue eyes. Damn, he almost came at the sight. Next time he would have to use a blind fold.
As much as he wanted to urge England on to cum, Alfred figured it would be too much out of his place to do so. Since he had already begged so much, he probably shouldn't tell his master what to do now. He just continued to grunt and moan in pleasure as the heat around his cock started to get even more tight.
His legs started to get a little tired, but England kept up the fast pace, wanting as much pleasure as possible. His breathing was heavy, and his mind no longer could hold complete thoughts. Which is why, seconds away from cumming, he leaned down, roughly taking Alfred's mouth in a heated kiss.
Immediately opening his mouth to the abusive kiss, it wasn't seconds later that America moaned deeply as his hips spasmed into England. With short, jerky thrusts he rode out his forth orgasm of the night, feeling the way his cum slid around his softening cock.
Moaning at his own release, Arthur practically collapsed on America's muscular chest. He felt his cock slip out of his ass, and his own cum covering their stomachs. They both were breathing deeply, catching their breath. He kissed him again, gently this time. They both knew that the games were over now.
Kissing his lover back just as slow, Alfred felt him lean over his sweaty body to release the cuffs from his wrists. As soon as they were free, he quickly sat up and threw his arms around the smaller blond's torso and waist, deepening the kiss but still keeping it slow and sensual.
Putting one hand behind Alfred's head, England kept kissing him. Then he pulled back slightly. "I have to untie your legs." He whispered, opening his eyes half way. He reached back, feeling the rope there. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
The taller blond continued planting small kisses onto England's collar bone and neck with a small smile on his face. "Only my lips. I think you should kiss them better." He then brought his head up to look Arthur in the eyes; which were now filled with care and love instead of resentment and domination.
Smiling, Arthur leaned forward slightly. "Well, we should fix that." He said, matching their lips together once more. At the same time, he tried working on the knots he had made in the ropes. It took a while, since he wasn't looking at them, but he got them off eventually. Still kissing him, he ran his hands up America's legs.
Moaning appreciatively at the light touch, he just continued to mould their mouths together; moving in tandem with each other. At the same time, he started to move his hands up and down England's back, feeling the skin he was longing for just moments ago. "God England, you are so fucking hot and no one gets to know it but me." He breathed across the other's lips as they pulled away. "All mine." Alfred added with a possessive growl.
England nodded with a smile. "Yes, all yours." He took off the collar from around Alfred's neck, tossing it on the ground. He already felt tired, and couldn't even imagine how America must be feeling, so he softly pushed him down on his back before taking off the cuffs.
"So when will your boss let you out of your house again?" America asked softly, already feeling the pull of sleep. He didn't want to drift off just yet; pulling Arthur to his side once all the leather was off his body. Alfred pulled him closer to his body so that he could feel both of their heartbeats in their chests. Letting his hands roam lightly, he peppered small kisses over the others face and neck. Since he was so deprived of touching him before, he wanted to make up for it now.
"Hm, not sure." England smiled at all the small kisses. When they did scenes like this, they both liked them, and in the end it made their intimate moments like this even better. He put his head on Alfred's chest, using it instead of a pillow. "I love you, you know."
Smiling brightly, Alfred just let out a quiet laugh. "Of course you do! Everyone loves a hero!" When he saw Arthur's cute little frown from his chest, he just grabbed his face between both of his hands and mumbled meaningfully. "But seriously, I know. I love you too." The only thing he could wish for was that England would be more prone to say things like that other than in post-coital bliss.
Keeping his green eyes trained on America, Arthur turned his head to the side slightly, kissing one of Alfred's hands. Then he laid down again, wrapping his arms around him. "Now go to sleep. You deserve it."
"Aw but Iggy!" He whined, snuggling closer to the blond despite his protest, "I hardly get to see you all dishevelled and sexy like this! I wanna enjoy it for as long as possible!" After all, it wasn't like they got to do all of this that often having nations to run and all.
Resisting the urge to grumble something about taking a bloody picture, England just shook his head. "I can tell you are about to fall asleep anyway. And besides, we're nations, not humans. That means you have a very long time to see me, however you want to see me." He ran his fingers through that blond, American hair, slightly amazed that is wasn't tangled.
Yawning fiercely, he just tucked England's head under his chin and kissed his head lightly. "Yeah, but my boss doesn't want people thinking that we have an unusually close ties with you. I just told him to fuck off cause you were my boyfriend and I didn't care what they thought." Alfred let out a weak laugh as his eyes finally shut; content. "You should have seen his face."
Not even wanting to think of the implications this would have on international affairs, England just shook his head. "Good night."
A few moments of comfortable silence passed between the two of them until America thought of something. "Hey Arthur." A muffled sound came up from where said blond was pressed against his chest and he continued. "You never got me to call you master."
"Just go to sleep." England mumbled, not even wanting to deal with him anymore. His mind was getting fuzzy with drowsiness, and he couldn't concentrate. "See you in the morning."
"Yes master." He mumbled into Arthur's soft hair before finally slipping off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
And that brings us to the end of this day, and this smut story. Hope you all liked the change, with having the S being uke. And, because of that, I actually got to write the one being penetrated, and schoolgirl-cheesesculpture got to write the penetrator!