ScotlandxEngland

Arthur groans and arches so that his brother's hand gives him more friction. He bucks wildly and presses back against the vibrating toy being moved rapidly in and out of his ass. He moans loudly and pants out, "I love you Cam!~ You're so fucking good... I want you inside me now though..." He admits. He'd always found the idea of toys appealing--a turn on--but after feeling his lover's cock moving in and out of him, after feeling the redhead cum inside him... he knew there was no going back.

"Please Cam?" He begs. He was still excited; he still wanted to try out the other toys, but he couldn't help his begging. He really wanted to feel the Scottish man inside him, "Punish me... Please." He hissed out, managing to wiggle just right so the vibrator hit his sweet spot repeatedly. He moaned loudly again and called the Scot's name, "Cameron!~" He threw his head back and bit his lips, succumbing to the feeling of being dominated so thoroughly.

Arthur whimpers softly at his lover's rejection to his request, but could hardly find it in himself to think of it as anything more than a turn on at the moment. England moaned louder as the toy was pulled out to the tip before being thrust in hard, hitting his sweet spot directly. He pressed back and pulled his arms at the handcuffs, enjoying the feeling of restraint. He pulled harder and moaned again, rolling his hips back so that he was rubbing right against his lover's tip.

England panted heavily and pressed further, spreading more so that his lover's tip was poised just beyond his entrance. The message was clear, and he felt he couldn't make it any clearer. He wanted the man inside him now and even he still had the toy within him, he would be damned if he didn't get what he wanted.

England moaned at the feeling of the redhead entering him with the vibrator still inside of him. It hurt a lot, but a nagging pleasure outweighed said pain. Arthur was caught off guard when the older nation put something in his mouth and tied it around the back of his head. Is this... a... gag? A surge of lust fueled by the object radiated throughout his stomach and he tried to moan, but his cries of pleasure were muffled.

While the gag made it harder to breath, there was something oddly alluring about not being able to move his arms, being unable to talk or scream and having two things pleasuring him at once. It was almost overwhelming. He rolled his hips back so that his brother could share in his pleasure; Arthur wanted the Scottish nation to enjoy himself as well. He gasped for air and things grew hotter as they continued with everything.

He slurred his brother's name around the gag, but it was caught by the object in his mouth and jumbled. He settled for bucking his hips to tell his lover just how much he was enjoying himself. I hope he's enjoying this too... He thought. Then an odd fantasy entered his mind: He pictured his brother ordering him about and tugging on his leash as he had when they left the store, only this time, they were in the bedroom having some fun. He cried out loudly, moving his hips constantly.

England finally came with a loud, though muffled, cry, spurting thick, hot, white liquid all over their bed. He panted harshly, the gag preventing him from breathing fully-- not that he minded. To him, it was all part of the game. "Mnng..." He groaned out, body still rocking with his brother's enthusiastic thrusts. He felt himself tighten up around the larger man and he held his breath, wondering if it might set him over the edge.

The extra thrusting of his lover paired with the still vibrating toy pressed to his sweet spot sent pleasant after-climax waves of pleasure through him and he let himself bask in the afterglow. He couldn't help the feeling of wholeness that came with having Scotland buried deep inside him to his hilt. He shifted slightly, though not moving in a way that could prevent his lover from continuing his ongoing thrusts. He re-positioned his wrists in the cuffs so they weren't tugging quite so much.

He gave another soft moan, feeling himself getting hard all over again. He had never felt this horny before; he kept bucking back against the redhead as though he were in heat even though he'd just cum. His breathing picked back up and he gave a deep, low moan in the back of his throat.

Arthur whimpered as his breathing evened out, "W-What are you gonna do to me Cam?" He asked, voice pitched an octave higher than usual, "Mm... please, punish me~!" He caught his breath and pushed his hips back, wiggling them slightly for his brother to see, "I want you Cameron...~" He mewled softly, thinking of all the things his lover could have planned. His brother had always been tricky; who knows what he planned to do to the Brit?

Arthur blinked, unable to see through the blindfold. He strained his ears and picked up his lover's breathing and some rustling.

England shifted as he felt a piece of fabric being slid onto his lower half. Panties....? He wondered, I never would have guessed he liked panties on me- Whatever he was about the think went straight out the window when they began vibrating. He moaned softly and mewled in distaste when the pleasant vibration stopped. He bit at the gag in his mouth to try and focus better, reorienting himself as he was suddenly able to see again. He turned his head, giving his lover a pleading look that was supposed to mean, 'Please turn them back on-- it felt damn amazing!' He placed his hands on his brother's shoulders.

England panted slightly once the gag was removed but quickly regained his breath. He kissed his lover back eagerly, letting the saliva be licked off of him. He gave a soft hum of pleasure and contentment. Arthur's grip on his brother's shoulders wasn't painful, but it wasn't letting up anytime soon either. He nodded frantically, "Y-Yes, it's.. Mmm... A-Ahh!~" He was caught off guard when the redhead began toying with the controls, switching between low and high repeatedly. "Ahh! Mmm... A-ahnn..." Not long after, the vibrations settled on a middle level and he hissed and mewled in pleasure, moving his hands to play with his brother's hair as the good feeling radiated through him. "A-Alright.." He murmured, eyes wide once the toy had stopped at the implication of the Scot's words, "Y-Yes master...~" He added teasingly.

"I love you too Scotland but... I'm not tired yet." He insists, "I am hungry though..." He blushes as his stomach growls, "We didn't eat breakfast because you burned it, remember?" He asked softly, a smile quirking across his full, pink lips. "Please baby? I know you don't like my cooking so we can either order in or you can cook. But do me a favor love, and this time, please don't burn it... I really don't want to have to starve because you're incapable of cooking a meal correctly." He teases the Scottish man holding him. He leans his head against the man's chest, "Well...?"

England smiles up at him, sitting up fully. His sunny blonde hair was tousled-- though still presentable-- form their previous interaction and his eyes are lit up with an in-explainable joy. Happiness radiated from him and he answers back, voice soft, "Anything but haggis please love." He teases lightly, knowing his brother wouldn't mind. He looks thoughtful for a moment and says, "Well, I suppose a chicken sandwich and some fries would be alright, yes?" He looks to the Scottish redhead for confirmation or denial. He hands move to smooth the tousles in his hair and he winces slightly as his fingers catch a knot, tearing through it. He gives a sheepish smile and continues his grooming process, slowly smoothing out every hair that defied his normal presentation of himself.

England blushed, not wanting to admit that he HAD been hanging out with the American a lot. Before Scotland had turned up out of nowhere at that bar just a couple days before, England and America had been having frequent get togethers, (And not the friendly kind...) to relieve stress that had been built up. England would get a phone call, or vice versa and the other would show up later that night; it had been a flawless system. He blinked, "Ah, yes. Chips then." He smiled sheepishly and sighed in relief when his brother left the room.

England smiles up at Scotland when he comes back into the room, baring food, "Didn't you make yourself anything?" He asks as he takes the chicken sandwich and chips from him, "Thank you love..." He takes a bite, "Mmm... you know, I have missed your cooking... Well, when it's not burnt anyhow." He laughs, "You used to cook all the time when I was a kid..." He chews, looking thoughtful. Once he's swallowed he continues, "I wasn't a very grateful child, was I? Always demanding more, more, more..." The Brit frowns and looks up at the redhead, "I know I wasn't particularly easy to handle..." He continues to eat and waits for his lover to respond to his statements. He decided it best to try and keep America out of the conversation in general-- after all, things were going so well and it would be a horrible thing to spoil it.

Arthur gave his brother a sweet smile and blushed a little when the crumbs were licked away, "You did spoil me, didn't you?" He chuckles at this, remembering all the things he's been given when he was younger. Now that he thought about it, Scotland had never really told him no to anything he wanted. "It's no wonder I was such a bratty teenager." He laughs and shakes his head, pretending to be serious, "It's all your fault." His smile widens, giving him away.

"I love you Cameron..." He whispers. "I really love you..." He gives the man another sweet smile and puts his plate to the side when he's finished, "You're the best."