A/N: Just gonna jump right into this one. I'm writing this for one little detail in particular, y'know how it is
•"You're an idiot" but like, romantically
•Mmmmms sex and blowjobs. Not in that order.
•The FEEEEEEEEELLLSSS
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America sighed softly, eyes heavy. Not entirely sleepy, but he could get there with the way Russia was so gently holding him.
It was a soft sort of moment, no real intense lust or insatiable desire. More of a longing. A longing to be close and feel each other and just be together in unison.
"Mmh...Russia..." He murmured, a soft giggle when Russia's nose brushed the nape of his neck.
"Yes? America?"
"I...I love you."
Russia stopped nosing at his neck and tilted his head back to look upon his lover.
It was not the first America had said it, but he never said it too often. Russia was always overjoyed when he did.
It made him feel so special, like he'd truly earned one of the greatest wonders life had to offer, that being America's heart.
Russia kissed him gently, no tongue, and his lips trailed all over, hardly leaving his face.
"I love you too. More than I can say. So much I feel small, like the world could swallow me up and it would just be you...the memory of you even, that could keep me sane in isolation. And yet...and yet you drive me so crazy."
"Shut up, loser," America said, though there was no bite to his bark.
His heart fluttered and he wrapped Russia up in another kiss.
Lazy kisses and loose holds, yet they'd never felt so close. It was like their souls were interwoven and all they could ever know was each other.
America held his face and ran his fingers through his hair, sending soothing chills down russia's back. Russia dipped down to kiss his jawline. He led him down till america's back pressed the mattress cover.
"Please, just keep saying you love me."
America flushed, embarrassed by the request. He parted his lips, hesitant to say it again, and barely closed his mouth to lick his lips nervously.
"I love you."
Russia sighed happily, reveling in the sound and sensation of the words. It was like a brand, burning into his heart and claiming him for America's own.
America allowed Russia to pull off his boxers. His semi twitched from the rush of fresh air.
Russia leaned down, kissing between his legs, making America squirm.
"T-tickles," he breathed.
Russia chuckled, "You're so cute."
"You're cuter."
"Impossible."
America would have argued more but he was momentarily distracted when Russia suddenly licked up his dick, flinching into a half arch.
Russia licked again and America shuddered, a baser instinct wanting him to turn over so Russia could lick up to into his ass as well.
He stayed still though, allowing Russia to cover his cock with his mouth. America watched him bob lightly, feeling when Russia sucked, and seeing his cheeks hollow as he did so. He whimpered a sigh when Russia looked up at him and released his penis to hold his tongue out. The spit gathered on his tongue and drizzled down to the head. Russia continued on, still pacing himself with the bobbing and giving only a single suck every so often.
It was so slow it was almost torturous, and yet it was so perfect. America whined, throwing his head against the bed and simply letting Russia have his way with him.
Russia built him up until he was near his peak, and let it go, making America whine more.
"Russia--"
"Little longer, my love."
Russia released America's cock and stood up on his knees, pulling off his briefs. He ripped open a condom and rolled it over his cock.
Russia admired for a second how good America looked. His face flushed red and looked near tears with sexual frustration. His legs slightly apart, too weak by now to stay up, and his dick wet and reddened, laid stiff against his abs.
"I wish I could paint a picture grand enough to encapsulate your beauty."
"Hahh...sweet talker."
Russia press his lips to his and held them there as he wrapped america around himself. America gladly held fast and groaned when he felt the small intrusion in his lower body.
Russia slowly rocked, never truly pushing in, but enough to reintroduce himself into America's entrance.
Halfway through, america's eyes fluttered and he moaned softly, "I love you."
Russia's hips snapped forward on accident, caught off-guard by america's proclamation. He'd said it twice not twenty minutes ago, but a third time, unprompted, and during a time like this? Russia was unable to hold back the shudder of pleasure he got just by hearing it.
"Oh, Pangea, please say it again. America, please."
"I love you," America said.
Russia's hips danced back and forth, a slow but steady beat that got America's heart racing in anticipation.
America knew it made him happy, but he didnt realize it could do so well in this case.
"Russia, I love you. So, so much, i do. I love you so much."
Russia kept going, america's words and voice a muse to the music of his body. He kept his steady pace, though each "I love you," that rolled off his tongue like a mantra inspired him to push deeper and harder.
America kept going, repeating those words he knew would give Russia to him.
"I love you, I-I love you so much, I lo-love y-you--Russia! Please go a little faster, oh please~!"
And that he did, giving america everything he asked for as long as he kept telling him what he wanted to hear.
Russia snapped his hips and knew he would come soon. He could feel the tingling in his belly and the tightening coil ready to spring.
"A-America, I'm--"
"Hurry, hurry!"
Russia wrapped a forefinger and thumb around America's dick and stroked him until he was cumming in his hand. Russia came not a moment after, lightly rocking his hips and still stroking america through their orgasms.
Russia pulled out and tied off his condom, throwing it away and bringing back a warm wet towelette to clean america with.
America leaned on Russia and allowed him to clean his body. He felt sleepy, yet refreshed.
"Russia, there nobody more important to me than you. You're perfect to me."
"I feel the same way about you, Ame."
America looked up at him and kissed his cheek.
