England watched the clear liquid skirt down the immaculate skin, he held a cheek in each hand, spreading the crack even wider, his lips met the end of the spine, he swept the pale expansion of skin with sweet chaste kisses moving closer to the centre. A gentle testing flick of his tongue against the tender skin; grapefruit, France had picked up the flavoured lube. He licked up and down over the pulsating hole, it was already eager for more. America had curled his fists into the sheets, spreading his legs wider hoping for deeper access. England thrust his tongue in without warning. Pushing in and out of the first ring of muscle, the sweet grapefruit mixing with the salty taste of America's sweat. It was euphoric, England inhaled the perfume and continued thrusting with vigour, swirling his tongue opening up the tight ring until he couldn't get any further. He coated his finger with more of the liquid silk and again without warning stormed the breach. One finger broke through the second ring and was held tight inside by muscles in spasm.

England pulled out before propelling back in, his mouth bit America's arse cheeks leaving red welts in his trails. A second finger went in. With each repetition England started spreading his fingers further, America was starting to loosen and starting to respond and back up, he wanted more, but England wanted to take his time, enjoy the way America swallowed him to the knuckle and still wanted more. Three fingers in. America was panting hard now. England crooked his fingers, withdrawing them towards the entrance but scratched along a small squishy lump. America howled. England's eyes darkened under his eyebrows, a knowing smile curling his lips. He thrust back in making sure his nails infiltrated the same spot. America's legs gave way. England caught him with one hand; he pulled the other out and supported the man's hips. His breathing was erratic and so hard. "England…please."

England didn't need a second beg, he quickly coated his dick with a few pumps of grapefruit and eased in. He thought America was prepped enough, but the tip struggled. England cursed internally and tried to pull away, but America realised what he was doing and dove back onto England's dick, he was in completely and the shock caused England's muscles to weaken and land on America, they stayed like that, just breathing, relishing that perfect fit. America was so tight it was almost painful, England tried to get up as gently as he could, he kissed his cheek, he knew each movement would distress America. America winced as England tried to right himself. England tried to distract him; his hand snaked round and teased his dick. America purred, England focused his motion on America feeling good; he pumped the hard member, his thumb rubbing under the tip, massaging the head. He finally felt America start rocking, ever so slightly England imitated the movements and aligned them with his strokes, immediately America moaned through a mouthful of sheets. England withdrew a little bit further, starting to gain some momentum. His thrusts getting longer and deeper. America was meeting every one. A yin-yang concoction of pleasure and pain. It was just as perfect as England had imagined, and then it got better.

He felt a piercing bite taint his neck. England moaned his appreciation. France sucked the wound as he stuck a lubed finger straight up England's arse. England gasped at the unexpected guest and France used the opportunity to stick his other hand in England's mouth. England's muffled sigh spurred America's backwards thrusts, and England had to take a moment, he closed his eyes and just enjoy the overload of sensations he was experiencing. The long digit stroked his tongue, he captured, it sucking it and biting gently as France inserted another finger into his anus, he began scissoring. England was so high on sensations he was finding it hard to concentrate on finding America's prostate. America was going too fast, America was too close. England held the base of America's dick and America moaned his frustration, he was right on the edge, he just needed that last little push, he tried to push back into England but England held him firm.

France removed his chewed fingers and now was inserting his tongue along with three fingers into England's puckered hole. England vibrated at the sensation. France latched on to his neck again as his hands spread his cheeks, England felt France probe and slowly push through the rings of protesting muscles. England slowly released a held breath as France entered, it helped with the pain, it wasn't the most comfortable felt until France pinched his nipple while he pulled out. Spots of white blinded England. It was amazing. He started thrusting back in to America, dragging himself almost all the way out, the tip teasing the twitching entrance then slamming back in. It didn't take them too long to find a mutual rhythm, each man pushing with equal force. Each so close to the end but none wanting to finish this glorious experience. England marvelled at the absolute bliss his own body was causing himself and the men he had loved for so long.

"ENGLAND! AH GOD!" He had found America's prostate again, he shifted his position slightly, adjusting so each plunge would hit the target. America became a babbling mess as he correctly struck a second time. Just as France thrust into him and found his own prostate. England almost lost consciousness; if France hadn't been holding him up he would have collapsed on to the man under him. He could feel France's warm chuckle flow from inside him, but he struck it again and England was vaguely aware he was screaming France's name. Although, he could hear another voice echoing around too.

"England. England, please!" England tried to catch his breath and focus his thoughts on America. One hand tight on his hip and the other stoking his dick he bucked up into the sweet spot. But France was doing the same. It was a bittersweet agony. England quickened his speed, fucking America faster and harder, each thrust attacking America's bliss button and unleashing a symphony of beautiful screams. England watched America's face; completely free, eyes rolling in pleasure and the occasional drool strand escaping, it was spurring him on, he ravaged the man beneath him.

"AHHH! FUCK! ENGLAND!" America came violently, his body in spasm, out of control, America lost all vision, all he could focus on was feeling; England pumped him through his orgasm, the strong tender hands easing him through it. England almost lost it from sight and sound alone, but then America's body clenched, with every thrust he seemed to be getting tighter like America was trying to swallow him whole. Once he was sure America was through the white tunnel, he fucked him harder without regard, and France had the same plan. His needs had never been so fulfilled, being so full of France and claiming America, it was more than he ever thought he would get. And France's thrusts were unravelling him, his jerks became uncoordinated, and it just took one more harsh bite to the neck for both men to come. Neither were able to support each other, They came hard, screaming each other's name, England filled America and France filled England. Their bodies tumbled in a sweaty heap. They panted into each other, none of the three wanting to break away first. They lay nestled together for an unidentifiable period of time, waiting to come down from their highs.

England finally pulled out and alleviated himself off of France; he rolled on to his back, his arms stretching to the headboard rails, his body had never felt more comfortable, each movement against the soft sheets were still sending gentle pulses of tingling pleasure up and down his body. He looked up at the dark ceiling, listening to the intake of shallow breaths. Who needed Bach. This was his new concerto.

Click.

"Wha?" England gave a tug; his hands were stuck above his head. He was handcuffed to the bed. He turned to a Cheshire grin. A still slightly breathless France.

"So England, which one of us do you pick?"

America reached over and slapped the back of France's head but England could see through those sleep heavy eyes that he wanted an answer too. The waited expectantly.

Panic set in. "Urmm… So, Scrabble next week?"

Thank you for everyone who has stuck with my silly little story, hope you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out some of my others! Next to be uploaded is an Attack on Titan fic where Levi is a masochist. Also I don't know if anyone is interested but I've just done an American/Britain and German/Italian t-shirts here /lic/2TDm0B5IcKw See you soon! 3