A/N: I talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn't actually write America bottoming from the top, so, here's me, putting my money where my mouth is
WARNINGS:
•back at it again with the sex(REAL sex this time, not the bullshit I pulled last time where I just gave up halfway through)
•idk power bottom America? Does that need to be a warning? Probably not.
•uh, dirty talk? Im bad at writing it but we'll see
•literally no plot. Porn with absolutely no plot
•America is a strangely blunt person when it comes to having sex. He likes initiating things, which is weird, cause he used to be such a virgin
•Russia is okay with America taking the lead, so long as he gets to do the dirty 😳
•i guess America just likes having stuff shoved up his ass
•haha I love body worship, and I'm a sucker for aftercare
•honestly j had fun with this one, it made me laugh a lot
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"Im horny."
"What?" Russia said out of surprise, picking up the remote to pause the movie he and America had been watching.
Well, the evening was going well, dinner was had, drinks were still being had, and America and Russia just decided to binge a few episodes of whatever miniseries was interesting on Netflix. So, yeah, it was a good, fun, wholesome time.
Well, until America just decided to kick out the "wholesome," part.
America just gave him that devilish grin he usually had, fully serious, "You heard me. I want to have sex."
"America--"
"And you probably just want to enjoy the evening for now, but I am very serious when I say that I sincerely want you to--"
"Ame, please--"
"--and if I don't get what I want I'm going to jump your bones and hold you down and make you wish--"
"Oh my Pangea, America--!"
"--more and more each time until nothing is left of you and--"
Russia clapped his hands on America's shoulders, finally shitting him up, and shook him back and forth, "Oh my fucking Pangea shut up!"
America blinked.
"I was gonna say yes, but now I'm scared to," Russia chuckled.
"...sorry?"
"Yeah, ok, whatever."
America smiled and jumped on Russia, kissing him deeply. Russia was too surprised to fight it as America shoved his tongue in his mouth. His eye slowly closed as he let America have control and kiss the life out of him.
America rubbed his hands over Russia's shoulders and neck, one hand reaching up to caress his cheek and the other trailing downward to hold his hand. America broke away from the kiss and smirked, nuzzling Russia's chin and placing a soft kiss there. He continued placing gentle butterfly kisses all around, from chin to neck to shoulder. America bit his lip when he felt Russia shudder from the kisses, and started to suck on the side of his neck.
Suddenly remembering his other hand, he used it to lead Russia's hand over his waist to hold him. Russia did so, gripping firmly and then pushing up the bottom of America's shirt to feel his hot skin.
"Mm, Ame," Russia breathed.
America chuckled, going back up to give another kiss to his lover, hand under the chin as he did. He pulled back, and Russia followed, head barely supported by the fingertips of America's hand, dipping slightly when they let him go.
