ScotlandxEngland

England smiled seductively and says bluntly, "I just love being fucked by you." His voice is a hot purr. He thinks for a moment at the other's last question. To be honest, the idea of having sex somewhere other than the bedroom excited him, but he wasn't sure his lover was into that kind of thing. He bit his lip and murmured, "We can go to the bedroom." He gave a sly smirk, trying to get the idea of his lover taking him on the counter out of his head.

Excitement washed through him and he moaned, nodding, "Y-yeah. I want to do it here. Please?" He moaned again, softly. "I want you, please...~" He groaned loudly and bucked, unable to help himself, feeling hot and bothered already even though they'd barely even begun. He wanted his lover to take him and make him his. Mark him and claim him. He loved it when men were territorial and jealous with him-- a habit he knew wasn't the best.

Surprisingly, Arthur was thinking the same way his lover was, "Maybe..." He rasped out in pleasure, "We should skip the amusement park and go to a specialized sex store to pick up a few toys?" He groaned at the though of Cameron buying a collar or handcuffs. He hardened further and pressed back against Scotland's large tip, "Pleas take me baby..." He groaned, loving the tingling feelings of pleasure racing throughout his entire body.

"So do I." England anted as he admitted this fact, "It really fucking turns me on." He groaned softly, "T-they say it's about trust. I'm sure you've heard of those pet extremist lovers who never break character..." England muttered, moaning again, "I'm not that into it, but during sex it sounds so damn hot." He rocked his hips back against his brother's, keeping up with his fast pace, speeding up a little as he met the thrusts.

England recognized how odd this conversation must seem, but it didn't really bother him either, "A-ah!~ And how a-ah-about a wh-oh~ a whip as well?" He asked, talking between moans. He rolled his hips gently, trying to tease the Scottish man a little bit. He ground his hips back and kept talking, "I think we could use some self heating lubricant too. That would be fun to play with, no?" He groaned again as a thrust hit his sweet spot.

England gave a sharp moan of pleasure, gasping out loudly, "Oh!~ Cam!~" He came shortly after, unable to take the abuse to his sweet spot and the enjoyable sting of his brother's hand on his ass. He arched as he came, getting it of the table and his own chest. He panted underneath of his brother, waiting patiently for him to finish as well. He was nearly positive that they'd both enjoyed this, "W-what time do you want to leave?" He panted.

"Mmmh... Imagine how much fun it would be with toys.~" England giggled quietly, a wiggled his hips a little bit for effect, able to guess what was on his lover's mind. "If you can wait until we're back I'll reward you." He smiled, "I'll let you do whatever you want with me." He gave his brother a seductive smirk and hooded his eyes, "What do you say baby?" He purred, moving his arms to wrap around the Scottish man.

"Mmm... Alright chiall..." He says huskily, using Scotland's ancient language, Scottish Gaelic (Which is different from their modern day Scots). He goes to get dressed, throwing on his pants--going commando-- and changing into his own shirt. He rummaged through the redhead's drawers and found one of Scotland's sweatshirts. He threw it on, and it hung down to just above his knees. He mussed his hair into a stylish messy look before returning to the kitchen, "I'm ready when you are..."

"Tha gaol agam ort-fhèin." England answered back easily, feeling comfortable with his hand in his lover's. He smiled happily, remembering back to times when he was still young and spoke Scottish Gaelic more than he did English. He chuckled softly and buried himself into his brother's side as they walked, "How far is it?" He asked softly, already feeling excited. He wanted so badly to see what different toys Scotland had to offer versus England.

England starts to protest but gives up, too excited by the idea of not knowing, "I don't mind exactly what you get so long as there's a collar in there somewhere." He laughs, "That's the only thing I definitely wanted to pick up." He smiled and stumbled a little, unable to see where he was going, "H-help?" He asked softly, clinging to his lover and trying to stay on balance. He concentrated, doing his best not to trip. He nuzzled his face into his brother's shoulder.

England felt his cock twitch when the collar was placed around his neck. It jumped again, hardening a bit this time when the Scot tugged the leash that had been attached. He gave a soft moan, "Cameron...~" He knew his voice was probably laced with lust and he could hear the tone in his head; husky and provocative. He walked in the direction his lover had tugged him, placing his full trust in his brother's guidance. He faithfully went wherever the Scot led him.

Once they were home--and he could tell they were because it smelled just like Scotland--he whined slightly and tugged at the leash using his neck, "Ca-am~ I want you!~" He moaned softly , rubbing up against the redhead, "Please? I wanna see our new toys..." He trailed off, feeling a pleasing heat spread through out his body, preparing himself for what was to come. He could hardly wait to play; he'd been waiting for forever to be able to do this with his Cameron.

England moaned loudly, getting turned on at the thought of being unable to see throughout this whole experimentation. He let the Scottish man drag him to what he could only assume was the bedroom, "Y-yeah, tat sounds good." He answered, "J-just hurry." Arthur was eager to play. He could already feel heat beginning to pool in his stomach, coiling slightly before they'd even begun. He knew he was in for it tonight. He felt himself being undressed and smirked slightly when his brother discovered his lack of underwear. He giggled a little and whispered huskily, "I thought you might like to have better access love..."

The blonde Brit moaned softly as his ass was caressed gently by his older brother and then again loudly as it was spanked hard. He pressed his hips back, wanting more, "P-please." His voice was a needy whimper. He was already dissolved into a pool of desire and lust and they'd barely even begun. Had he any consciousness of mind not devoted to their game, he'd have felt a bit pathetic.

England shivered as he felt what he was sure was lubricant drip down his ass, coating his puckered hole thoroughly. He moaned softly as he felt his brother's fingers enter him and before he knew it, he was crying out in pleasure as his lover abused his sweet spot. He whimpered at the loss when the Scottish man removed his fingers and said softly, "Cam~" He let out a long, breathy moan when he felt something prod at his entrance.

He arched back into it and squeezed his eyes shut even though he couldn't see. Arthur let out a sharp gasp when the object was completely sheathed inside of him in one sudden movement. He moaned loudly as the Scot began to thrust it in and out of him. A dildo? I thought we already had one of those... He started to press his hips back more and more before he gave in and began thrusting back against the toy. Then, he felt the thrusting stop and sweet vibration shook him from the inside out. He felt wave after wave of pure pleasure radiate through him and he threw his head back, shouting, "CAM!~" The blonde began trying to thrust against the object.

Not a dildo... vibrator. His mind corrected hazily.