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All Venezuela could do was swallow deeply and tremble with anticipated ecstasy as the USA approached the bed with the most provocative and disgustingly mocking grin he could have. An imposing posture, tonified body he could ogle the whole day, graceful as a gazelle and slow like a predator, walking forward and carefully getting rid of the suit’s dark blue jacket he had been wearing during the meeting. Venezuela’s mouth fell open, gawking at him with delight and anticipated satisfaction.
Wide shoulders, thin waist, perfect anatomy… How? In the USA cholesterol and obesity rates were through the roof. How could he have such a damn attractive body?
They just signed a contract, and the next thing that happened to him was being thrown to bed— a fucking king sized bed. His weak, scrawny body trembling by adrenaline beneath the oversized clothes he was wearing for the meeting, humiliation and— he wouldn’t lie— growing excitement that started itching between his legs.
It was not that they signed the contract and there was a bed in the same room and all the people that assisted the meeting would see everything… That would be the last straw, and even if the USA’s style was pure exhibitionism— and what would happen between them wouldn’t escape his next public speech— that would be even excessive for him. They signed civilly, maintaining composure and left the meeting when it was over to go to the post-negotiations room that the USA had already prepared. Not that it was special for him, the USA had no problems in sharing that bed with however he was willing to sign contracts with.
“Aren’t you going to take that off or do I have to strip you?”
For a moment Venezuela almost dared to insult him in Spanish, but his throat was dry and his jaw felt the moment the American took off his white shirt, letting it fall on the floor.
Blessed glory. That’s a fucking eight pack!?
“Dios, ten piedad de mí…” barely was able to pronounce.
Whatever would happen there, he won't be able to wake up to see the morning sun tomorrow.
“God is not here, and I don't intend to have mercy…” cold sweat slid down Venezuela's temple.
“And gentleness?”
“Perhaps it's your first time?” Mocked.
“No” shook his head. “But… well… uhm…” his voice trailed off as the USA started unbuttoning the jacket of his black suit. “It's been a long time…”
Patiently the buttons were undone with a slowness that bordered on torture. However, Venezuela's amber eyes observed the movement quietly, following the movement of his veiny hands. Once he unbuttoned them all, the American slid his hands, pulling the jacket through his shoulders and arms, following the line of his bony body.
From one second to the next, the atmosphere seemed to have completely changed, becoming intimate, one might even say suddenly passionate. Untied the tie, pulling it off from both his neck and his own, throwing it to the ground indifferently.
The way the USA licked his upper lip with lust in his eyes when he got rid of Venezuela's inner white shirt made him shiver with anticipated excitement, swallowed hard, taking a deep breath, his chest raised deeply, feeling under strict scrutiny, rather criticised and envious.
The USA had a tonified body, a delight for the sight, his was scrawny and pathetic next to him. His slimness made everything uncomfortable, made him look fragile and vulnerable. All the scars that covered his reddish body, plus the recent wounds he had in an awful way in his body. They were not opened.
“Don’t worry…” muttered the blond, apparently not affected by his appearance. “All you have to do is give me all of you…” purred. “Without hesitation, without shame, without fear…”
“I-I was supposed to just—”
“Rumours say you're made of oil…” as an automatic reaction, Venezuela blushed as the blond slid his fingers through his old and new scars, also following the lines of his blackish veins. “And it seems I'm not wrong…” A malicious, provocative, and foxy smile crept onto his lips as his toned body positioned itself over him with elegant and slow movements, like a predator about to devour its knocked down prey. “Give it all to me…” purred, getting closer, sliding his tongue throughout the length of his neck.
Venezuela winced, closing his eyes for instance.
“Relax…” whispered. “I swear this is going to be pleasant for both of us…”
“Never heard of anyone saying you're bad in bed” the nerves were noticeable in the tremors of his body. “Except for Russia”
“He's too proud to admit it…” rolled his eyes. “My reputation precedes me, don't worry about the hands you're in.”
“You're really full of yourself…”
“Of course…” chuckled maliciously. “Helps you to relax?”
“Yes…” Nodded slowly. “How considerate…”
“Naturally…”
Once he managed to calm the trembling of his nerves, he again slid his tongue along his neck, nibbling almost possessively as he began to caress his chest, extending his hands to encompass everything possible, purposely creating a torturing friction between their crotches with a rhythmical swinging motion. The slow movement of his muscles over him, his biceps, the warmth of his body each time he went down, pressing his erection against his growing one.
A pleasurable moan escaped his lips, writhing momentarily, following the movement of his hips, his legs tense, all to end up wrapping his legs tightly around his hips.
“Desperate already?” The USA let out a malicious giggle at Venezuela's gasps and the tension and swaying movement of his hips against his as he squeezed his hips with his legs.
“How wouldn't I?” Sighed. “¡María Teresa de Calcuta!”
The USA rolled his eyes.
“You can moan without remorse nor any religious implications, you know that, right? No one's gonna listen to you… You don't need to feel guilty”
“I-I don't” purred, his head falling down, gasping when the USA pinched his nipples, massaging his chest. “¡Jesucristo de Nazareth! ¡Piedad!”
“No, not at all…” rolled his eyes, chuckling. “You have a religious kink or something?”
“¡No!” He almost choked. “¡Por supuestísimo que no!” He complained.
Just to tease him, the USA slid one of his hands down to his torso and abdomen, squeezing the erection that was straining against his pants after so much friction. Lowering his head from his neck, starting licking his nipple and chest as he continued going down and stroking the erection over the fabric. Venezuela's back arched, moaning, his head fell back, covering his mouth, gasping uncontrollably.
The USA kissed and bit his nipples, making him squirm and skip, panting pleasurably. Surely the stroking on his crotch over the pants was what made him writhing like that.
“Por favor…” pleaded.
“Be patient…” barely pronounced, continuing his pace, reaching his belly button, starting to unbuckle his pants.
Venezuela gasped, lowering his eyes, still covering his trembling lips. Understanding what he was planning. Understanding what he wanted, and what he would do if he didn't stop him. An overwhelming heat sent a pleasant wave through him, his eyelids slowly falling by pleasure as the USA continued touching him over the fabric of his boxers once he got rid of the pants. His amber eyes loosen on the ceiling, his head fell back again on the pillow, the warmness of USA’s mouth taking him completely without hesitation made him almost cry of pleasure.
He said nothing, because he was incapable of it, his eyes glassy, his body trembling, covering his mouth with both hands, silencing his moans, preventing them from echoing throughout the room. His mind was already blurry, lost. Spasms announced that he was near, his blood rushing, his heart pounding against his chest. And it didn't help that the USA was sucking and sliding its tongue along the entire length of its wingspan.
“USA! ¡E-Estoy a punto!” his voice had barely resonated in the room, covering his mouth, his eyes tearful.
Although he wasn't sure how much longer he could endure it. The USA heard him by the movement of his eyes, brightening with certain illusion and satisfaction, also noticing a subtle squeeze on his thigh, burying his mouth even deeper until he reached the base; it didn't seem to cost him anything, he wasn't even gagging.
He couldn't stand it any longer…
A series of gasps echoed in the room, a combination of ecstasy, exhaustion, and excitement, and to no one's surprise, the USA didn't waste a single drop of the black liquid that was dripping out through his lips, even licking his fingers as he cleaned his chin, and— again— to no one's surprised he even licked him entirely. Stopping a moment to rest his forehead on his belly, sighing, his wide shoulders moving slowly. Then a trail of kisses formed a path towards his abdomen, to his torso, finally reaching his neck, a few bites and kisses made Venezuela shiver.
“You're weird as fuck…”
The USA bursted into laughter, he went backwards a bit to support his weight on his elbows, relaxing his posture and leaning his body against his. Venezuela felt the American's clear erection against his body.
“You think so?”
“You just swallowed oil. Actual and literal oil” Venezuela narrowing his eyes, blinking in disbelief.
“It tastes as delicious as it smells…”
Venezuela's expression frowned, both surprised and confused at the same time.
“Did I seriously sign a contract with a crazy guy who had a kink for oil?”
“Yup”
“Why do I have the feeling this is not over?”
“It's not” purred the USA, confirming. “I got even harder after listening to you moaning like that”
“Thought you got even harder due to the oil”
“That too…” giggled. “You're all mine…” Almost possessively, his hands grasped him by the waist in a monopolistic gesture, and with the movement of his legs, he managed to intertwine his legs with his, pressing and rubbing his erection against his buttocks and half-awake erection. “You’ll give me all of you…”
“Frena, loco. That's scary as shit…” He shuddered unconsciously, pushing him away a bit.
The blond’s brows twitched in an alarmed gesture, sudden fear, pressed his lips, even if then he forced a smile.
“I can be really scary if I propose it…” purred, chuckling, approaching him again, comfortable over his body. “Don't worry, my possessiveness is under control… I swear…”
“I hope so…” A tremor of his lips made his voice fail.
Venezuela had realised that panicked expression on his face, which made his mind drift into a possibility that perhaps he was maniacally possessive, and perhaps he was fighting— struggling, indeed— to himself to keep it under control.
It probably was that behaviour he tried to conceal the reason why people feared him.
Or maybe he was different with each country, chameleonic, shapeshifting its manners and gestures, adapting to any circumstance, but in all of them the possessivity was still there, in different nuances.
“Are you okay to continue?”
That brought him off from his mind, snapping him from his reverie, blinking a few times.
“You're being… so… considerate…”
“Shouldn't I be? I'm not so inconsiderate as to only be personally satisfied with the contract. Everyone's terrified of signing deals with me… And I still don't understand why…” chuckled a bit, caressing his nipple in slow circles, tracing the scars on his body, Venezuela followed with his eyes that slow gesture, the care with which he was touching his body, specially on his newest scars. “With all the contracts I've signed with different countries, it still surprises me that, despite all the rumours and everything they say about me, they still think I'm an abusive and inconsiderate terror in bed…”
Venezuela grimaced.
“Why are you afraid to be perceived as possessive?” The USA’s gentle smile faded when he listened to that question.
“Is this the appropriate moment to talk about this?”
“Sin excusas. Dime…” hummed firmly, rolling his eyes.
The blond sighed.
“Imperialism… That's why I don't want to be perceived as possessive…”
Venezuela was about to ask something else, but pressed his lips, then, for the first time, initiated contact, surrounding his shoulders, and burying his fingers on his blond locks. The USA didn't say anything in response to the strokes.
“I'm ready”
The USA nodded.
“Are you scrupulous?”
“Why?”
“Can I get my fingers on your mouth?”
“My saliva is not oil, it's the only thing, apart from sweat”
“Not for that reason. It's for lube”
“You don't have lube?”
“I do, but it's to warm up before using it...”
Venezuela raised a brow, but didn't question, slowly shook his head. Then everything sped up a bit, because, pulling back slightly, he sat on his stomach, continuing the gestures of friction and provocative rubbing against a waning erection that was slowly hardening with a new excitement and heat that progressively coursed through his body. The first finger in his mouth was the thumb, gently forcing the corner of his mouth, brushing against his molars, getting him accustomed to the presence of his fingers on his mouth and to make him salivate. Then the index and middle finger to soak them properly with it. The intensity of his blueish eyes made him tremble and surrender, allowing him to do whatever he wanted in his mouth.
“Unbuckle my pants”
Venezuela lowered his eyes, tensing for a moment, the view of the bulge was intimidating, and approaching his hands felt almost like a sacrilege. Still, he obeyed, and slid down the zip, uncovering the bulge still hidden on his underwear.
He felt even more intimidated now.
“Lick them, take them, don't focus on my unattended erection, focus on my voice”
“‘o shiento [‘m shorry]” he barely pronounced the apology.
“No need to say anything… Need them properly lubricated before using the lube bottle. Wanna hurt you the least possible…”
Venezuela still didn't understand why he didn't want to use the lube from the very beginning. They would save a lot of time and he could attend to that problem between his legs that looked incredibly painful before having to make the mess he was making with his fingers on his mouth.
Unless he liked sticking his fingers in other people's mouths to feel their warmth, and to have the sensation of the tongue against his fingertips and that's why he was doing that. That made two weird things that guy liked. Well, not that weird the second one, but still.
“I'll do it slowly with the first finger, stop me if it hurts” slowly pulled off his fingers from his mouth.
The movement was slow and careful, using his body, his position, and his dry hand to maneuver and carefully enter the wet fingers to begin dilation. At first it was just one. The wetness of the previous ecstasy due to the fellatio helped his body to calm down and the sweat and body self-lubrication allowed to advance more easily. He had one finger inside. And it felt almost like nothing, it got in easily, the pressure was minimal. He sighed in relief.
It had been so long since he'd done those things he thought would cost like hell to get to that point, but he had to admit his USA had good hands, knew what he was doing and didn't deny that he was a gentle person, inside that madness and possessiveness of him. He even admitted that there was a certain charm to his somewhat eccentric behaviour, but he wasn't going to say that out loud, much less admit that he'd even thought about it.
“Can I ask something?”
“Yes, of course” responded the USA.
“Why aren't you using lube to accelerate the process?”
“Am I hurting you?” his voice became weak for a second.
“No, not yet at least… Just wondering”
“I…” a sheepish smile grew on his face as he blushed, which made Venezuela's eyes widen in shock. “I barely have lube left from the last time I had to, well, relieve tensions…”
“¿Te alivias… estimulándote tú solo?”
“Is it something weird?”
“You're a switch?”
“Yeah, of course. How do you think I took Russia when we signed a contract? Do you really think that prideful bastard would be bottom?”
“... No.”
“Exactly” the USA rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Though I'm mainly a top, I do love being pampered too from time to time…”
“That's why you didn't refuse when I stroked your hair?”
“Not exactly… That was unexpected. I actually hate when my hair is disheveled…”
“Sorry”
“No need to, I told you. Didn't say anything cuz' you were stroking my scalp and that made me melt so little. Ironical, isn't it?”
“Can I do it again?”
“Better plan. Seeing that your eyes lit up knowing I'm versatile, I propose—”
“¡De una!” exclaimed with enthusiasm.
“I didn't even say anything yet”
“There's no need to. I already knew what you were going to propose, and YES.”
“You wanna ride me?”
Venezuela's eyes widened, shocked. That was not what he was expecting, nor imagining— fantasising he better say. Nonetheless, it was so much better. Venezuela licked his lips, tempted and impatience kicked in his glance.
“Definitivamente Dios no está aquí para apiadarse de ninguno de los dos…” whispered, with bliss in his voice, grateful for the situation and eager to get on the top on the USA.
Who would have thought it would end like this and not simply in a classic, traditional and bland exchange of carnal satisfaction?
“Definitely not” agreed, with a sweet smile on his face, seeing the Latino so radiant and cheerful. “I’d use the little lube I have left to help you, okay”
“Perfecto…” nodded, impatient, grinning unconsciously, excited.
“It’ll take a little longer to dilate you if you want to ride me”
“Okay” nodded slowly, noticing a second finger getting in, the pressure increased, but still he could handle it, tightening his inner walls with sudden spasms due to stimulation the fingers were doing inside, getting deeper each passing second.
Until a long moan escaped his lips, almost yelling and wanting to cover his lips, but being too late for it.
“Uhm… I touched something sweet, didn't I?” A playful giggle escaped his lips, causing Venezuela to blush. “What if—”
A sudden current travelled throughout his body, making his head fall back on the pillow with shaky and heavy breathing, and his heartbeat skyrocketed, as he followed those sweet rubs inside him with an unconscious back and forth movement of his hips. The erection that had been waking up, was completely hard by now. The USA’s eyes lit, drawing a disturbing smile, savouring his lips with the temptation to swallow him entirely again.
“You're taking my fingers so easily…” whispered against his neck, mercilessly biting it, and licking those bites from which black blood dripped. “Hmph… You're blood’s also—?”
“¡Y-Yes! ¡Sí! ¡Dios mío! ¡S-Sigue!” Demanded with a trembling voice, barely able to process anything else, taking into account how blurry his mind was by the fingering, and mercilessness the USA was having with his prostate.
He already lost his mind.
“Would you be able to keep up with the rhythm over me?”
“¡Puta madre, claro!”
“You sound like I made you go insane”
“Parcialmente…”
“And apparently you forgot how to speak in English…”
Venezuela bursted into laughter, they ended up sharing the laughter.
“No. Not yet…” waved his hand. “I still can form words…” shook his head.
“For now”
Venezuela tensed and his amber eyes widened. He wouldn’t lie, impatience was kicking in, wanting to rush things, but the United States seemed to prefer to take it easy and let him get accustomed to the slow and pleasant intrusions moving inside and stimulating him. And by the way he was licking his neck, delighted by the intense smell and taste of the oil drops falling through his neck, surely he was getting even harder just by licking him— indeed, he could feel the hardness against his rear.
To think that the only thing that separated them was their underwear and his fingers trying to make enough space for himself… Oh, Lord…
“Getting used to me…” purred against his ear, which made him tense and almost skip in place due to the bite on the lobe. “You’re walls are relaxing”
“Or I’m getting flaccid due to bore”
“You’re playing a dangerous game there”
Venezuela’s smug smile didn’t need anything else to add. The USA took it as a challenge. The black-haired felt suddenly empty the moment the warmth of his fingers retreated and the USA knelt in front of them, waiting for him to sit on the mattress to change places.
“You’re ready, aren’t you?”
“I can’t wait rocking on your top…” grinned with a malicious smile on his face. “Me vas a rogar”
The USA snorted to contain a laugh.
“You would beg me to stop” responded, sitting in the place Venezuela had been laying, his tonified arms and body were a delight now that the blackhaired had the pleasure to admire his whole anatomy right the moment after the blond took off the last piece of fabric that covered him, tossing it with the rest of the clothes on the floor. “C’mon here if you’re brave…”
He was. Or at least, he thought he was.
Sitting on his stomach was the easy part, he could feel the erection between his buttlocks, still not fighting to get in, just accommodating themselves for it. Venezuela unconsciously bit his upper lip, then pressed them together, a display of nerves that made the United States giggle a bit as his veiny hands held his thin waist, rubbing his marked hips. His blueish eyes were bright seeing how a dark drop was dripping through his bony body. The bite on his neck was deep enough to make him bleed like that. Perhaps he got carried away by the ecstasy. But Venezuela didn’t seem to be uncomfortable with that.
“Are you ready…?” asked again, concerned, resting his hands on his thighs, not squeezing them, just making a conscious contact to let him know he was there and they could stop and change positions. But he knew he wouldn’t want to change, considering how excited he was with it.
“Yeah” grinned, nodding.
“Try not to tense…” asked as his hands slowly moved to his hips and his buttlocks. “We’ll do this slow”
“You’re so caring…”
“Is it something bad?”
“It’s almost offensive, you act so adorable and people have the guts to be scared of you…”
“Should I be offended?”
“Por supuestísimo que sí”
The USA chuckled and shook his head.
“No…” refused. “I’m trying to not get too kinky… And I’m trying to not scare you… I’m not adorable. I’m so many things, but not cute…”
“You’re being cute with me…” the blond let go his hip and held his cheek, caressing it with the thumb, a surprising and unexpected gesture coming from him.
“I told you I can be really scary… Don’t you forget I’m containing myself…”
“Don’t” the USA blinked. “I know you’re possessive, I know you’re a switch, I know you like being caressed on your scalp… And definitely I’m going to ride you to death… What’s going to change if you don’t contain yourself?”
“You’ll end up all bitten…”
“So, what? I already realised you have Vampire syndrome.”
The United States bursted into laughter. Venezuela was gladly pleased that his sense of humour seemed to fit well with the USA, never thought he would laugh his ass off with whatever he said and he never thought he could be so comfortable with sharing a space with him— even if the excuse for it was a carnal intercourse due to a contract.
Over all, he never thought there could be a chance of knowing the real him, the one hidden from the rest of the world and only present when he didn’t contain himself with his guests.
“I could continue for three more rounds, even if you’re exhausted… It’s complicated to satisfy me”
“That’s going to be a bit more complicated… But I guess we can change positions and you can keep thrusting me…”
“Possessively holding you?”
“Warmly… holding me” corrected.
“No, definitely possessive…”
Venezuela sighed, defeated. Actually impatient, because the hardness of his body was starting itching due to unattention, and he was sure the USA was eager to continue.
“We’re seriously talking about this now?”
“I could say the same…” they shared a laugh. “I’ll let go myself a little…” pulled one of his locks back, combing his head with one hand. “Try to not get my hair all messy…”
“Perfecto…” hummed enthusiastically, excited that he had accepted. “Make me curse like a madman…”
“I will…” accepted the challenge.
Venezuela was convinced that the USA would continue to hold back despite having said he would let himself go a little. It was clear, because his gaze wasn't so lost and his mind was clear despite the provocation and exciting fascination caused by the smell and taste of his blood. He wasn't sure if, when he finished, he planned to try to devour him whole again, but it was a possibility given that he seemed— or rather, had— a kink from the oil coursing through his body.
Right after putting on a condom he used the lube to over-lubricate the entry, more than it was, until it fell the last drop, the USA aligned Venezuela's hips with his member, releasing his breath with a slow sigh. His expression turned serious and focused. Simultaneously, Venezuela's hands rested on his snowy shoulders, his fingers firmly gripping his skin, a clear and evident contrast of colours. And as his body drew closer and the intrusion penetrated deeper into his body, the tension became unconscious and uncontrollable. It was noticeable how the other man firmly gripped his hips, gently stretching the skin beneath his fingers to prevent the tension from compressing his body and causing him more pain.
At least he had that consideration of being gentle, even though the situation and position weren't helping matters.
His hands tightened around his muscular shoulders, his gaze momentarily lost as he penetrated deeper inside him. He couldn't deny that with each passing second, he felt a conflicting mix of pleasure and pain as he relieved the emptiness left inside him when he withdrew his fingers to reach this point.
He gasped when he released his grip on his hips and the tension on his skin, allowing his entrance to widen slightly. Suddenly, he found himself sitting on his lap, completely inside, and for a moment, he was able to fully relax his body. Although it didn't last long, because he quickly shuddered at the slightest movement as USA settled inside him with a pelvic thrust that almost melted him, a groan reaching directly into the blond's ear.
The blond's head fell back, and he saw a delirious— even macabre— smile spread across his lips, sending a shiver down his spine as his blue eyes gleamed and met his own, radiant and almost lost in ecstasy— much like him. A dense fog in his mind barely allowed him to utter a word; only a small moan escaped his lips as the blond, like a hungry predator, pounced on his neck, biting down on the opposite side of the already bleeding wound, this time even deeper.
"Damn, you do have sharp teeth," his trembling voice barely managed to utter the words, tightening his grip around his neck, unconsciously appeasing the beast growing inside the American by burying his reddish fingers in USA's scalp, closing his eyes to further intensify the sensations.
It was a strange phenomenon.
He could intensely feel the throbbing pain in his neck from his teeth digging in, he could feel his member throbbing and eager to start thrusting inside him, the burning sensation of his entrance from the dilation and the thickness of what was inside, his legs trembling with adrenaline, excitement, and arousal, he even could feel the accelerated heartbeat of the blond against his own skin, beating with his, in a strange syntony.
So many factors made him slowly melt as long as he kept his eyes closed, making the situation all the more enjoyable.
The feeling of the American's tongue sliding along the length of his neck stunned him slightly, making him open his eyes in surprise at finding himself moaning over something so small that hadn't previously driven him so wild.
"¡Jesucristo de Nazareth!" He exclaimed, mixed with another moan.
"Call me…" he ordered almost with a growl, his voice demanding, abandoning the subtle gentleness with which he had been speaking, now more like the predatory tone he had used when he said he was ‘his’ earlier.
The same possessive— even threatening— intonation.
Now he understood what he meant by holding back and not wanting to give in so easily.
Was he still holding back partially? He wasn't sure.
"USA..."
"That’s it…” A gurgle escaped his throat, satisfied, pleased, and his hips seemed to acknowledge it with a subtle movement, a small thrust, or the beginning of a sway that showed they would soon both be lost in indescribable pleasure.
Venezuela shuddered, feeling an electric current that ran from his cervix to his head and made his head fall back, moaning without any shame.
Had he found his sweet spot so quickly? That idiot had some serious skill.
His legs trembled and went weak for a moment, which prevented him from starting to ride him to the rhythm that the other's hips were beginning to set. He was too paralysed to be able to continue processing and making decisions; it had all been very sudden…
He attributed it all to the fact that he'd caught him with his defenses down because of that demanding tone of voice and that he'd looked at him in that disturbingly unsettling way.
Now, he was sure that the USA was getting a little too carried away, especially since he kept biting his neck, his prominent collarbones, his torso, and his chest. He even moved his hands from his legs to his back to pull him closer and nibble at his chest, near the nipple, where, without the slightest hesitation, he bit it— not roughly, of course, but enough to elicit a good moan. He then licked his body and sucked mercilessly, leaving a hickey that would clearly be noticeable and painful— Thanks God his siblings didn’t see his naked body so often while changing clothes.
It would be the most embarrassing thing that could happen to him at that moment…
He sighed, emitting a barely audible moan, his gaze lost, his mind unable to focus, but his body in sync. He responded to the hip movement, finally reacting and initiating the swaying motion, giving small bounces on his member, and, damn it, that thing about hitting his own prostate… It was fucking pleasurable and satisfying.
Did the USA live something like that with Russia, but bigger? He was curious now…
Which was the most satisfying and mind-blurrying contract he had signed? He was so curious.
And insane.
His trembling legs lost their rhythm every moment, but the fact that USA kept grabbing his hips and helping and guiding him to keep hitting that sweet spot accurately was what was driving him wild. The nibbles became secondary, just another factor conjuring up constant moans, louder and louder as orgasm approached.
He was barely able to utter that he was about to climax, mainly because he was so lost in his own thoughts, so tightly clinging to the other's body, and completely incapable of formulating anything— not even in Spanish. With just a couple of incomprehensive sounds, USA— who wasn't exactly in his right mind at that moment either, truth be told— had to sense that he was close to coming.
And he wasn't lying when he said he was close too. Venezuela could feel his cock throbbing inside, God. Oh God.
“USA…” cried, almost in a pleading tone.
He came with that…
Without prior notice…
It was a chain reaction, so shocking and unpredictable that it made him climax too. And for a moment, they both froze, abruptly halting all the movements they'd been making until they were utterly exhausted. A festival of tired, excited gasps, the heat of their bodies almost evaporating, made them both melt away, one falling back, resting his body against the headboard, closing his eyes momentarily, and the other, collapsing against his shoulder and chest, placing his hands on his chest.
"Did you just come from me calling you?"
"Yep." His expression didn't change; he didn't even open his eyes.
“Are you ashamed of it?”
“Absolutely not…” replied, shamelessly.
“You're weird as fuck” chuckled.
“Told you…” giggled, opening his eyes slowly and moving his head to look at him. “Not gonna waste this…” Venezuela stopped him before he slid his hand down his oil-stained belly, presumably to bring it to his lips.
“Stop with that, you already swallowed one”
“It's addictive” pouted.
“More reasons to not give you more. Then you'd look for me desperately to get me to sign another pact”
“I will anyway…” giggled.
Venezuela rolled his eyes. His body tensed momentarily as he felt the American's hands slowly glide over his body. He was meticulous in his observation, making sure there were no sudden movements and bringing his hand to his mouth. But he didn't, he cleaned his hands, and so did his belly.
“I try to establish a friendly relationship with those I enjoyed the first meeting… Not very often they reply positively…”
“I still don't understand why,” he shrugged. “It felt so good”
“Do you really think this is over? I told you I'm complicated to satisfy”
Venezuela giggled.
“I remember it…” nodded. “My legs are dead…” sighed, lowering his eyes to his thighs when he noticed the gentle squeeze. “I’ll be your pillow hugger now”
“Uhm…” purred, smiling. “I’ll bite all your back”
“I guess so” rolled his eyes.
USA was careful as he held his hip to withdraw from him and helped him lie back, gently embracing the pillow. It was slightly damp and wet with sweat and excitement, but little he cared.
“Do you feel cramps in your legs?” Asked the blond, massaging his thighs from the back with gentle pressures of his thumbs.
“My knees are a bit more resented than my thighs…”
“Do they hurt?”
“I can keep going, but not for long”
“Are you sure?”
My God, how can he expect me not to feel like a prince if he treats me like this!?
“Yes…”
I want him to enjoy this, not only me, even if technically I gave him what he may be satisfied with from my country and he's pleasing me for that.
“Good…” He slowly continued massaging until he reached his buttocks, where he carefully grasped his hips to lift them. “Trying to not hurt you…”
“I don't think you can hurt me the way I am after what we did…” the USA sighed, containing a giggle. “No te contengas tanto, gringo” purred against the pillow.
USA leaned on his hands to position himself over his body with his hands at his sides, getting close to his ear
“As you wish…” bit his neck from the back.
Venezuela shuddered, its rear end slightly raised by the sudden gesture, also noticing the heat of the opponent gently leaning over it, carefully supporting its weight so as not to hurt him, starting getting inside again. The pressure was much lower than the previous position.
“I have another proposal for you…” purred against his ear as he got deeper, and deeper.
“Soy todo oídos…” whispered back, turning his head.
“If you can hold your own height and continue after this, wanna top me?”
“Santísima Virgen” Venezuela dropped his head against the pillow. “Diosito, mis plegarias te llegaron…”
“It wasn't God who conceded them” the blond rolled his eyes.
“Shut up…” rolled his eyes. “And to answer your question, I honestly couldn't tell you if I'll have the strength for more; I'm already almost at my limit. And we have to stop and dilate your and—”
“That's why we're like this now… You now rest, and recover a bit, I’ll be fingering myself in the mid-time”
“This is getting weirder each passing second”
The USA chuckled.
“I’ve been thinking while you rode me… You seemed so enthusiastic, and I don't really care about which position I am in bed, so…” he shrugged. “Why not?”
“We're going to die today”
“I repeat, I'm hard to please…”
“And you're so hard now”
“Absolutely” giggled. “And I can keep going for a long time…” whispered. “Now rest and enjoy, I’ll do the hard job”
“Mímame a tu gusto…” purred, hugging the pillow and relaxing his body.
A trail of bites and licks began to form down his back, not intrusive, he might even get used to it, it being part of the addictive identity of the USA. The rocking motion as he entered him, and the way he firmly— though not painfully— held his hips to cause him as little harm as possible, was simply perfect and enjoyable. The moans were now escaping him automatically and uncontrollably, although this time they were more pleasurable sighs than the cries of pleasure from the previous round. Perhaps because the USA was being less rough, or perhaps because he was just killing time while preparing himself for the real challenge. Or maybe it was just giving him time to recover his strength and relax a little. All possibilities were available.
“How do you feel?”
“Like molten cheese…”
“Delicious”
“And warm” hummed, giggling. “And you?”
“Ready to accelerate and make you cum for the third time…”
“I'd like to see you try.”
“Wow… You really like to get yourself into dangerous games, huh?”
“Perhaps”
From that point on, the thrusts became somewhat more reckless, though not brutal and painful, but rather accurate and precise. Hitting his sweet spot until he lost his mind again.
Okay. He had to admit it, maybe he should stop getting into dangerous challenges with the USA, because he already knew he was able to accomplish them easily with his precision with thrusts. The sighs that he was delivering, became an uncontrolled and an unstoppable burst of moans echoed throughout the room, despite his head being buried in the pillow.
“¡Te odio por encontrar mi punto sensible tan rápido!”
“I'll take that as a compliment” giggled, praised.
It was, indeed. Just a bit concealed by his broken pride.
Hearing the drawer open and a strip of stitches tearing made him lift his head from the pillow, his eyes watering with pleasure, but able to see through the blur a condom placed next to him over the pillow. The thrusts never stopped, so Venezuela understood that he was close, and the closer he was, the closer would be the next round being over him.
Oh, he would definitely brag about topping the USA.
He felt the thrust hit his sweet spot precisely before hearing him groan against his neck, his head resting exhausted against his shoulder, his forehead, just as before, when he swallowed without hesitation all his fluids, sighing and breathing slowly.
“Are you sure you're up for another round, I feel you exhausted”
“You're satisfying me so well…” whispered, not moving his body, but relaxing his weight over him, not trying to crush it, just equally placing his body to not hurt him. “I'm starting to consider changing a couple of clauses in the contract…”
“What? Is that possible?”
“If you agree, naturally…”
“What do you want to change?”
“That the contract boils down to an exchange of sexual gratification for oil… changing it to an open-ended contract for the exchange of goods that mutually benefits us…”
“For example?”
“Food in good condition and economic regulation”
“Why would you do that?”
“I want this to repeat…”
“Is that so?”
“Indeed”
Venezuela blinked a few times and turned his head towards him.
“What would that do to us? What would that mean for us?” Hesitated.
“What do you want us to be?”
“I'm not in my right mind to think about that now…”
The USA chuckled.
“Would you like to think about it tomorrow morning?”
“Mejor, mejor…” sighed. “Wait a second... Do you want this to happen again because you're enjoying it?”
“Indeed…”
A pleasant warmth filled his chest, unconsciously causing a smile to appear on his lips. A gracious warmth that made him feel flattered, even if he didn't do much yet, but received him gladly and asked him to not contain himself. Venezuela couldn't believe that anyone enjoyed like he was doing, he couldn't believe no one asked United States to act naturally, to let himself a bit carried away by the pleasure.
It made him feel considerably calmer to know that the USA was also enjoying it, believing that he was only trying to make him writhe with pleasure and thrust it to him until he was dead of excitement, or already filled…
“How are you feeling?”
And this fact that he was so concerned about his well-being... Seriously, what did people see in the USA and his contracts that they didn't like?
“Much better…” sighed, rolling on the mattress when the blond withdrew from his body, sitting over his knees, resting his but over his heels. “Hora de destrozarte el orto, gringo” said as he sat on the mattress, a bit resented, but he could handle it. Grabbed the condom and tore the plastic off, ready to put it in.
A chuckle escaped the other, and from the natural and radiant expression he had, it was clear that he still had the desire to continue despite the tiredness showing a little in his expression.
“How do you feel?”
“Ready to be your Pillow Prince” hummed sweetly.
Venezuela chuckled.
“Just allow me to keep biting you”
“Como quieras” nodded. “How do we do this?”
“However you want,” he shrugged.
“Just classically, I guess… You'd be able to keep biting me” a malicious grin twisted his lips, raising his brows a few times. Venezuela approached, gripping his thigh to align himself. “You're ready?”
“I can see you're impatient…” He was surprised by the sudden gesture of holding his chin, caressing his cheek with his thumb in a mischievous gesture. “Take it easy, babe…”
“Babe?” raised an eyebrow.
“It's a figure of speech…” rolled his eyes, chuckling.
“Yeah, sure…” rolled his eyes.
The USA’s blue eyes shone, still holding his chin, approached him to his face, and then held his shoulders to draw him closer, biting him on his shoulder.
“Whenever you want” purred against his ear, continuing biting him, passing his arms to surround him by his shoulders.
Venezuela bit his lips and lowered his eyes to properly align to his entry, leaning forward, soft gasps of exhaustion and anticipated excitement was kicking him to accelerate the process and thrust him brusquely. But he didn't.
“We'd be fucking dead tomorrow…” sighed exhausted.
“Lucky us if we open our eyes tomorrow…” responded the USA. “Gosh… I love biting you…”
“I can tell… I’ll have marks for weeks”
The USA chuckled, kissing his neck, closing his eyes, and tightening the hug. Gasped, a shiver crawled his body, a soft moan escaped his lips, it was getting deeper… It was entirely in.
Gosh…
“Little trick, push your hips forward as if you want to go deeper even though you can't, and then relax a little leaving your weight over me”
Venezuela obeyed.
A simultaneous moan escaped both of their lips.
“Oh… that's your fucking trick! That's why you were making me melt!” exclaimed, glad to know it was just a simple hip moment to make someone melt that easily.
His blue eyes shone with enthusiasm and flattery at the same time.
“You just showed me something very dangerous…”
“I did it on purpose. Careful what you do with that information. You're a killing machine now” grinned. Venezuela grinned too. “Destroy me if you dare, babe…”
“Oh, I so will”
It was getting a little strange that he was calling him ‘babe’ so repeatedly, but he wouldn't refuse it.
Before actually starting the rocking motion, he moved his hips gently as he had told him to, making his moans grow increasingly rapid, pressing him closer together, tightly. He could feel his body tremble beneath him, he could feel his skin warming, his excitement growing, and his oil-blackened teeth digging into his body. His tongue slid throughout the length of his neck, gasping and heavy breathing against him. Then started the swinging motion, thrusting against his rear.
“My fuckin’ God!”
“It’s not God who's giving you this” the USA glared at him, eyes wide open, then a radiant smile grew on his lips.
A laughter echoed, but he didn't say anything. The laugh faded as his foggy mind became less, and less sane.
His erection was throbbing between them, so he could feel himself, they were close, he was exhausted, feeling the sweat dripping. Venezuela tried to keep the rhythm, but the exhaustion made his movements almost erratic. The USA didn't say anything, he was also suffering the same tiredness as him. He wouldn't complain.
They both came almost at the same time, and like a hunted bird of prey, ended up falling on top of him, exhausted, and against his shoulder, his grip tightened a little.
“Vene…” Venezuela raised his head, surprised by being called him.
He froze in place the moment the American placed his lips on his, as if he had been holding back all that time not because he was a possessive, sick maniac, but to not kiss him. Venezuela blinked a few times.
“Shit…” the USA let his head fall back. “Sorry…”
Venezuela kept staring at him.
“Don't worry…” shook his head. “It took me off guard…”
There was a brief silence, where both their breathing remained heavy and tired. He withdrew from inside him and slumped down beside him, sighing heavily.
“Now what?”
The USA bursted into laughter.
“Now what?” He repeated. “You wanna continue?” He laughed.
“No, no… I'm fine…” waved his hand. “I cannot feel my body anymore…” the blond caressed gently his black locks.
“Rest, then…” purred.