AmeriPan Oneshots

How Long? Pt. 2 (Smūt)

((Anyone want to roleplay with me? I'll do America or Japan, I don't care either way.))
((This is kinda short, but I give the people what they want))

The loudest noise in the room was the creaking of the bed. The second loudest were the faint panting noises emitted from the couple as they were pleased to high heavens. Third went to the smack of Kiku's hips every time he grinded down on the American, and the fourth, which was barely audible to the blonde, was the groan of pleasure Kiku let out every time Alfred bucked his hips back into him.

Kiku, Alfred found, was just about as excellent with his hips as he was with his mouth. He was sure to mention this through a few more half-hearted groans, which earned him a smirk and another rough grind of the hips. Kiku fell down on top of Alfred so his forearms were on either side of his head and pressed their lips together.

His lips traveled down to greet a tanned neck, where he started biting lightly. Alfred was shifting a bit, and Kiku made it a point to grind harder every time let even the smallest grunt escape from his throat.

"Is someone trying to tease me~?" Alfred was finally able to rasp out, a playful air embedded in his words. He already looked worn.

"Oh, I wouldn't say teasing. I'm just enjoying myself~"

Every bone in Kiku's body felt a filthy rush when Alfred grabbed his wrists and flipped him onto his back, his mind spiraling as his legs were lifted onto Alfred's shoulders. He tried to move, and let out a feeble moan when he realized that Alfred was pinning him enough so that it was nearly impossible for any part of him to budge.

The only cocky words Alfred muttered to explain himself were, "Hope you enjoy yourself~"

Now his hips were driving back into Kiku's, prompting the shorter man to cry out in bliss as he was rammed over and over. His arms were eventually released and he immediately clung to Alfred's neck, his hands burrowed in blonde hair and his mouth screwed shut in an almost pained way as moans and whimpers threatened to leak out constantly.

Looking back, Kiku was never been able to remember much of what had happened after that. His cognitive ability had almost entirely trailed off by that point, leaving him with several bruises that he'd marveled at with shocked curiosity in the morning.

Despite his lapse of concentration, he remembered being brought to the edge well enough. He'd been broken down to the point of trembling by now, every word he tried to speak fell pitifully from his lips and only manifested themselves into sharp gasps erotic pants. His grip had severely weakened, making Alfred wonder briefly if he should check to ensure that he hadn't knocked his old ass into a coma.

Nope, no coma. Great, now he could go out with a bang. With the last bursts of energy they both possessed, hips and lips were smashed together in passionate brawls, leading up to the euphoric finish and continuing as they rode out their climaxes.

They proceeded to slip under the fluffy comforter, exchanging a few impassioned glances before Kiku laid his head on the American's chest.

"You alright?" Alfred mumbled, lifting his hand and giving it a sweeter kiss.

"Mhm~" Was all Kiku could manage, still basking in the diminishing haze of his orgasm.

Maybe, the way they clung to each other when they were done was an indicator of more than just a desire or a lustful glance. Alfred listened to the shallow breaths Kiku made until he drifted off, disregarding the sun that was still sitting high in the sky. Slowly, he leaned in. Again, just maybe, the gentle kiss Alfred placed on Kiku's forehead served as an "I love you"

((This sucks and I'll write something better some other time))