ScotlandxEngland

"Mmm~ A-ah~" England gasps, arching, "W-what are you- Mmm~" He loved the tight feeling around his cock. The clenched tightness was driving him absolutely crazy. He bucked and moaned, "Scotland~ Please, take me! You know I won't cum too early now~" He begged, his lithe body writhing as he tried to get some sort of friction going between them. He felt hot as hell and he wanted Cameron to make him hotter.

"D-do it~" England stuttered, mewling gently at the brush of his brother's lips against his neck. "I love you Ca~ I trust you. Go ahead... I-inside me." He moaned and arched , completely ready for his lover to take him. "P-please. I can't wait anymore... I'm going insane love!" England begs even more, "I want you right now!" He thrust his hips upwards to prove his point. He felt horny as hell and wanted the redhead inside of him NOW.

"Y-yes! I-I'm your dirty slut! I love it when you touch me like this!~" H moaned loudly, continuing to arch up, trying to get Scotland to comply to his wishes. "I love you! Please! I'll do anything!~" He bucked up and moved his arms out from under himself to reach up and grip the headboard of the bed instead. "I really want this. Please stop teasing." He pouted slightly, giving the Scot puppy dog eyes.

England gave a heated smile, thought Scotland couldn't see it with his face buried into the pillow. "Y-yeah, punish me.." He panted out, his fetish for dominance surfacing and shining through, "Sh-show me how bad I've been." He moaned loudly at the feeling of his lover thrusting into him in such a rough manner. He twisted his head to see the Scottish man pleasuring him, and would have cum at the sight had he not been tied tight.

England bit his lip, doing everything he could to keep quiet like his brother had asked. H bit back moan after moan at the hot sensation welling inside him as his brother spanked him, turning him on even more. His member was rock hard and he wanted to cum so badly. He panted, a few whimpers spilling out every now and then, but he did his best to keep his voice at bay. He moved his hips, pressing back into Scotland's cock.

Arthur was still trying his hardest not to make noises, those quiet mewls and purrs made their way out every once in a while. Then, all of the sudden, Scotland changed angles, hitting something inside him that made him feel like his veins must be made of fire, "A-Ah!~ Cameron!~" He cried out, arms collapsing back under themselves, though his ass was still in the air. His arms had gone limp and the pleasure encased him, wave after wave still coming as an aftershock.

England moaned, rolling his hips back again, tilting them up slightly as he does so. "Mmm~ O-okay... I'll do whatever you say... Nng..." He moaned softly, trying to get the Scottish man to hit his sweet spot again, "P-please Cameron~" He moaned again and panted softly. He was so close, but his release was being withheld by the offending object tied around his hard member. He was so hard it hurt and he wanted nothing more than to make his lover happy.

England groaned in pleasure, the request sparking excitement inside him. He was a little startled as Scotland switched their positions, but he adjusted quickly, winding his arms around the redhead's neck and kissing him before slowly moving up and down on the man's large, thick cock, "Mmm~ I-I want you to control me... " He pants, "Fuck me senseless a-and torture me until I br-break...." He blushes, "I-I want you to use chains and handcuffs and kinky sex toys.." He moans, the thoughts indirectly turning him on more as he fantasized. He started moving faster, "W-whip me and put a c-collar on me..." He whimpered and mewled.

Arthur groaned, but did as he was told, moving his hips faster and making them roll a little more sensually, "Mmng~ You feel so good inside me Cam!~" He moaned out wantonly. He felt his walls clench down around his lover's member and he moved a little faster yet. All of the sudden, he felt the tall Scot cumming inside his and groaned in relief when his own cock was released from its bonds. He came shortly after Scotland, the feeling on his brother cumming in him being too much after so much torture.

England let his eyes flutter shut as Scotland lifted him off his lap, laying him gently on the bed, and kissed his forehead. He groaned in displeasure at having to get up again, "Do we have to?" He whined softly, "My body feels like it weighs a million pounds right now and I don't wanna move!" He grumbles under his breath a little before opeing his eyes to look at his older brother's reaction. His own green eyes pleaded with him to let them stay in bed.

England shakes his head at the older man's words, "No, I'm not tired... Just... heavy. And I wanna talk..." He blushed at the last part as it slipped out, especially since he had no idea what they would talk about. He didn't even know if there was anything TO talk about... And yet he wanted to talk anyway. He looked up into the redhead's beautiful eyes and knew there was no way he could ever go back after all this.

England winced at the memory of being left so suddenly not so long ago. He turned slowly to Scotland and murmured, "I.... I-It's fine. I was fine. It was fine." His voice was unsure and soft, and he was very obviously lying. He wanted so desperately to be able to forget the pain he'd gone through at being left again. He couldn't find the words to tell the man beside him just how much it still hurt. How scared he was that it might happen all over again. How he desperately wanted to cling to the Scot, but wouldn't allow himself to get too close in case it ever happened again.

Arthur took a deep, albeit shaky breath and looked up, meeting his lover's eyes with his own emerald green orbs, open wide to try and avoid tearing up. He didn't want t be weak in front of the Scottish man. He wanted him to know that he wasn't a little kid anymore... Wanted him to know he wanted to be with him like this forever. And yet the words wouldn't come. They were caught in his throat and before he knew it, the tears were spilling over despite hiss bet efforts to keep them at bay. They flooded down his cheeks and he couldn't help but sob out, "It's fine. I'm fine."

Scotland gently wrapped his arms around his brother, keeping him close to his chest. He didn't need to ask why the Brit had started tearing up in front of him, because he knew that it was all his fault the man he loved so much was breaking in front of him. He was the one that had left and England was the one to suffer, An' now he doesnae really trust me... Scotland thought to himself in remorse. There was nothing he could do but hold him in his arms until the crying subsided. He couldn't say anything to make him feel better, because it was all his fault to begin with. He only laid there with his lover as he cried. The only thing he could say was 'sorry', but he was afraid that would upset him. Sorry couldn't make up to all the grief he caused him.

Arthur slowly calmed down with his brother's arms wrapped around him. He felt safe and warm pressed against the tall Scottish man and he felt a little tired already. He slowly untangled himself from the other and whispered, "It's fine... I told you I'm fine." He murmured, "It's not like it's anything either of us can change anyhow. There's no point crying over it, right? No point in hurting about it..." He was almost talking to only himself, but was speaking just loud enough for the Scot to hear him.