I feel you cuddling up to me as I lifted you up onto my lap, it felt incredibly comforting and warm, moments like these I cherished, seeing you be vulnerable and show me your cute and needy sides like this... loved every moment. I of course couldn’t help but notice the feeling of my cock sliding in deeper inside you when your weight pushed you down on my cock, forcing you to take me in very deeply. If felt good, in both ways... I loved feeling so close to you as well as deeply connected with you. I smile, smitten, feeling your kisses along my jaw that move down to my neck, I moved my neck for you and pulled you into my arms even tighter in the process. There was no other way to describe how I felt with you other than fulfilled, whole and loved. I immediately began showered you with kisses, grateful for the ones I received earlier, wanting to give you the same warm feeling you give me. “I love you so much Britain...” I said as I felt so overwhelmingly loved and an overflowing love towards you... this was the first time I’d said it to anyone, but there was no doubt in my mind I truely felt this way towards you. I knew that you already knew how I felt, but I couldn’t hold it back any longer, I said it as if I had no control over it, it was just how I felt. I move away from your neck and look at you for a moment before giving you a passionate peck on your lips, filled with all of my love. The feelings I had towards you were so extremely overwhelming that it was scary, I never ever wanted to lose you, I simply couldn’t take it. I held you tightly in my arms before kissing your cheek as I slowly lifted you up as I carried you out of bed with your legs wrapped around me “alright I’ll carry you to the shower and pamper you in there~” I said happily as I stood up with your arms and legs tightly wrapped around me, still deep inside you, staying connected as long as we could. I walked us into the bathroom and slowly let you down onto your feel in the shower, my cock naturally pulling out as you got down. I held onto your waist as I let you down, making sure you were ok to stand. I turned on the water and held you in my arms for a little bit under the water “I’ll shower you~” I said before kissing your forehead “you can lean against the wall and I’ll clean out all the cum for you too~” I kiss your lips again, still holding you in my arms.
England was infatuated with his dearest husband during these more loving and gentle moments after the storm of crazed lustful passion that had been occurring beforehand, it was a good relieving breather. He would show the Frenchman many sides to him that not many were able to ever catch a glimpse of, not many could call the Great British Empire a rather cute, or even needy nation at all, usually being referred to as weird, or uptight, rude even. But to France, he didn't seem to be seen that way at all, it was something he wasn't used to, just like when the other called him beautiful, or sexy, he simply was so new to such compliments. He was biting at his lower lip slightly after having been moved to straddle the other, subsequently his weight pushing him down, forcing his husband's cock so very deeply inside his body. It felt so good, to be connected so deeply as well as to be so close to his husband, locked so intimately together. When he had kissed along the other's jaw, trailing down his neck, he could see his husband enjoyed such due to him moving his neck for him while he was pulled into his arms even tighter. He smiled sweetly, contently, feeling so insatiably in love. How could he not feel such a way? To be treated so kindly, shown such tenderness as well as passion, he truly was in love. The arranged marriage he once outwardly despised was probably the biggest blessing he had been given in his many years of life. He heard the words he knew the other felt finally fall from the Frenchman's lips, it stunned him just slightly, however, he very easily melted from the happiness he felt. "I love you so very much too, France.." He spoke softly but his tone was honest, and held sincerity within as it was clear, he was madly in love with the other, and when he said he loved him, he meant every bit of it. He looked back at his husband, his green eyes focused on the other's blue one's only for him to receive a rather passionate peck on the lips, one which he would cherish forever as it held all of the Frenchman's love within it. For him, his own feelings were something he had come to understand quite a while ago, however, when it came to accepting them, it took a lot of time. For him to tell France he loved him, strangely, it look none and yet all the effort he could manage at the time he had. But he was sure, for France, whom never said such words to anyone ever, it was probably such an overwhelmingly relieving yet frightening feeling, love, it was such an unknown. To be separated, he wasn’t sure how he would survive, France had so easily become his everything, that for him to be pulled away, it would feel as though he were dying, he was sure of it. Soon enough he was gifted with a kiss to the cheek only to slowly be lifted up, his legs wrapped around the other as he was held tightly in his husband's arms, he heard his happy words and smiled as he nodded a bit before he nuzzled his face gently against his shoulder, having his arms wrapped around his husband as well. They were still connected as he was carried into the bathroom, once let down they separated which felt a bit strange honestly, he was held in his husband's arms as he was made to stand, definitely needing some sort of support. "Thank you.." He responded sweetly in response to being told his husband would shower him, being pampered so far certainly was lovely, granted the small things were what counted in this moment really. "Ah alright." He said softly, kissing back as their lips intertwined into a kiss. He felt a bit embarrassed over the fact all the cum he had so diligently collected throughout the night so far had been forced out by his husband's cock along with his tight insides only for the remnants to be cleaned out now. He moved to lean against the wall a bit, feeling a bit shy from how weak his legs seemed to be from all that they'd done.
I melted into the moment after I finally said those three words to you. Hearing it back from you in that moment felt different, in a reassuring way. I couldn’t help but tighten my embrace around you, feeling the love very intensely, feeling how genuine your words were, it never failed to absolutely melt my heart. I’d always found it difficult to connect with someone this deeply, and you seemed to do easily melt my heart and steal it. It was hard to believe that you loved me much longer than I had known, you acted so differently with me back then than you do now, but I’d never been more grateful for something before, that somehow you began loving me the way I love you. In this moment it felt strange in the sense I felt like you knew exactly what I was thinking... I didn’t have to elaborate or say anymore, it’s as if we were synced now, I felt how you felt towards me, spoken or not and it was the same for you. I kept my arms around you so passionately holding you as I walked to the shower. Once I let your feet touch the ground and we discinnnected, it felt a little strange for me too, my cock had become accustomed to your warmth... the texture of your walls and the tightness that wrapped around it. I already missed the feeling. I could feel your legs were rather weak after letting you stand for a moment, I gave you a little grin and held your waist tightly. I found it to be so incredibly cute that you needed support after being fucked so many times today. I also found it to be sexy, your legs were unstable cause of me, in a good way. I kissed you again, feeling you melt into the kiss too, it was deeper this time, and full of passion “mm... if we kiss like that I won’t be able to stop ..” I said breaking the kiss to turn you around and help you lean against the wall so I could wash you. I get the wash cloth and body wash ready and come back to you, we are both covered in water, and I catch your legs quivering as you held onto the wall. I bit my lip before walking over and leaning down to your ass cheek, giving it a cheeky bite to tease you “you’re so cute Britain~ should I really be fucking you anymore tonight?~ your legs are already this weak~” I said as I gently began to move the wash cloth along your arms and neck before moving to your chest, teasingly rubbing your nipples with the cloth, kissing at your shoulder before moving the cloth down to your stomach. “It was so hot though...” I said as I started washing your back “your walls were squeezing around me so tightly and I was pounding you so hard that my cum had no where to go~ it all gushed out~” I said before biting my lip “you’re so sexy Britain...” I whispered before getting on my knees to wash up and down your legs now. Once I’d finished your legs I moved up to your dick, wrapping the wet cloth and my hand around it, slowly stroking it teasingly “do you think that’s enough? Or does it need more cleaning?~” I asked with a cheeky tone as I kept stroking up and down your length from behind.
England was precisely captivated by the other, bewitched if you will. No matter if they were silent or not, they knew that the other was theirs, in love with them, even throughout their bickering which had went from a very common occurrence to something a bit more toned down, however, even so, throughout such, even if they were to send jabs in the other's direction, nothing so insignificant could sway their hearts. Knowing he had someone who truly loved him, truly adored him no matter what others may say or think, no matter what he did, it was the more reassuring feeling. Being so in love, despite all that was unknown about such a fateful word, it was an experience he finally was able to truly embrace. He kept his own arms as well as his legs wrapped around his husband, holding onto him as he was carried, his head delicately rested on the other's shoulder, eyes shutting momentarily on the way to the bathroom, feeling rather content in this moment. The words his lover had allowed to slip from his lips moments earlier, 'I love you' rang throughout his mind, blessing every thought with such intimate words. He never felt more special, more cherished in his whole life. When it came to them not being connected anymore his body felt a strange empty feeling, a source of warmth gone as it was like his husband warmed him from the inside despite his own insides being nice and warm as they were. Of course he craved the feeling, missing being filled, so intimately connected all the way to the brim, however, he was determined to be strong; meaning not to beg of whimper to be filled whatsoever, despite missing his husband's appendage so much already. He was a bit embarrassed about how his legs were already, they felt uneasy with weakness, which made him appreciate the other's tight grip on his waist, however when he looked up towards his face he was met with a grin, he raised a thick brow at the sight, wanting to question the other as to what he was grinning about, however, he was swiftly stopped as his lips were met with his husband's. They intertwined into a rather deep kiss of passion, it made him hungry for more of the Frenchman, having to hold his tongue to keep himself from letting out a soft whimper when the male broke it, he heard his comment and knew it was true, feeling the same way of course as it already had begun drawing out his desires once again. He was turned around and helped to lean against the wall, as he was leaning his weak legs quivered delicately, however, he tried to stabilize them the best he could, although the other had already made notice of the weakness. He let out a soft gasp upon having his ass cheek receiving a cheeky bite, he bit his lower lip slightly as his cheeks heated up, his thick brows furrowed to give him a stubborn but slightly flustered expression. When he heard what his husband said, he was quick to defend his legs current strength, "they aren't weak! I-I'm just a bit shaky is all, I assure you it's fine." He said, not wanting them to stop their night of fun, he was confident that in the morning all would be well perhaps a bit of pain meds would be needed and all would be good to go, confident he would be able to even walk tomorrow after all this and more. He found it sweet how gentle the other was with him as he washed him, the wash cloth moving from his arms to his neck before downwards to his chest, his nipples helplessly perked up from being teasingly rubbed with the cloth. Little jolts of pleasure from the sensitive buds ran through him, however he tried to focus more on the kisses his shoulders were being gifted as the cloth moved lower on his body, rubbing over his stomach. He raised a brow a bit as the other began to describe what he thought was hot, he could feel his face heating up as he listened to the other describe what had occurred, of course he knew such had happened, but to hear his husband describe it to him was much more abashed, his cheeks all red as he bit at his lower lip, such dirty talk invading his once calmed mind. "Mn.. thank you.." He answered in a soft slightly timid tone, the other's sexy description having worked to somewhat make him speechless, he now felt as the cloth had moved from his back down to his legs, working up and down them. Once they were scrubbed up the devious clothed hand moved to his dick, beginning to slowly stroke, he could tell the other was teasing him. Hearing his question, "ah.. perhaps a tad bit more.. please.." He added the delicate please, thinking that would sway the cheeky Frenchman more easily, his gaze moved down, having no where else to look, watching as the hand kept slowly stroking along his dick.
I could tell that the kiss was getting you a little excited. I felt you tightly, kissing you so very passionately. It felt good having you in my arms, it still felt as though we were connected, even if I wasn’t inside you. Once I broke the kiss so I could start showering you, cause I knew if we kissed anymore I wouldn’t be able to hold back, I saw it on your face that you were hungry for more. I looked at you for a moment, seeing your eyes glazed and your lips red from our kiss. I then turn you around to face and lean on the wall so I could hold myself back a little and wash you. I somewhat enjoyed seeing your body so effected by everything we’d been doing, it was arousing but I also didn’t want to hurt you at all. I smirk hearing your response and watching your reaction “oooh?~ but after tonight I don’t know if you’ll be able to walk in the morning~” I bit my lip looking at you. I couldn’t wait to see how much you could take, but I had a strange feeling that you wouldn’t want to stop even if your knees lost all their strength. Once I started washing you up I enjoyed teasing a you a little bit. I watched you flinch whenever I’d rub over those cute rosy nipples. I couldn’t help but give you kisses on the shoulder as I felt a shiver run down your spine. Once I moved down your body and was saying how sexy you were I heard your soft little thank you. I bit my lip, so infatuated with me you, your cute little responses, I knew that you aren’t used to being spoken to like this and I loved to see your reaction like this. Once I’d moved my hand to your dick I watched your reaction, and I could feel you getting harder from outside the cloth. I heard what you said and I was a little surprised but was getting more excited seeing how turned on you’d become but pretending it was nothing. “Alright~ I’ll keep washing it a little longer~ but I think I might start cleaning back here too~” I smirk as I continued to stroke your dick slowly for a little longer then going down to your balls and gently rubbing them clean. Mean while I looked at your ass, spreading it open using one hand to have a look at how much cum was on it “hmmm~ I’m sure I’ve already pounded all my cum out of you but there might be a little left deep inside you~” I bit the corner of my lip for a moment as I rubbed my fingers over your hole as the water helped wash away the cum on the outside. “but I’ll start off with my fingers and see if any comes out~... try to squeeze any out ok?~” I told you before I slowly slid my two fingers inside you, feeling a light coat of my cum covering your walls, I pressed my fingers against your walls as I moved them in and out of you, managing to gently take some out and wash it off with the water “Hmm~ do you want me to leave the cum deeper inside you?~ or did you want me to use something else to try and take it out?~” I asked teasingly as i took my fingers out and rubbed the entrance of your hole to clean it. Meanwhile I was still slowly stroking your dick, focusing on the head to clean every crevice. I move a little to face your ass, spreading your cheeks on one side using my other hand. I bit my lip looking at your hole for a moment, it was so puffy and red, it definately looked a little sore “mm... I think I missed a little spot...” I said quietly before moving to gently lick at your hole, I could feel your entrance twitching, almost asking for more. I lick around your entrance before lightly probing in the tip of my tongue, my hand still stroking you.
England couldn’t control himself it seemed, as even an ever so passionate kiss left him weaker in his husband’s strong arms than he had been before. The look he wore when the kiss was broken, glazed eyes filled with a growing lust, reddened lips that were ever so slightly puffy from such a kiss, it was an enchanting sight. He loved being held by his husband, being in his grasp helped replace his yearning to be connected, as it seemingly gave the same feel, it made him feel as though they were connected even if his husband wasn’t inside of him. Once turned around to face and lean against the wall for support, his legs delicately quivered, however when their strength was questioned he reacted defensively, not wishing for their lustful night to end so soon simply due to his bodies own weakness. His husband’s words were quite true, the possibility of him being too sore to walk in the morning was quite a real reality, however, he pressed on, believing in his own strength. “I’ll be able to walk just fine, just you watch! The Great British Empire wouldn’t be so easily weakened, I can assure you~” He spoke rather highly of himself, however the Frenchman’s thoughts were rather true. Even if his knees gave out on him, he’d still beg for more, desire and beg to be pounded until his eyes shut from exhaustion. It seemed his husband easily drew out the lustful beast that dwelled within, as he started to be washed he could tell his husband was getting great joy out of teasing his body in anyway he could, surely he saw as he helplessly flinched from his sensitive rosy nipples being rubbed by the cloth, or how as his shoulder was kissed a shiver could be felt running down his spine. Upon being complimented so tenderly, he timidly responded, thanking the other with a soft tone of voice, most of the time in front of others when complimented he acted all cocky like he knew he was the best thing around, however, when his husband especially went out of his way to call him such intimate things, such as sexy, it flustered him. He simply wasn’t used to it, just as the other could tell. Upon hearing the Frenchman reply to his slight plea, he was sure he surprised the other, perhaps the male had assumed he wouldn’t say a thing at all or maybe he had expected him to be more upfront with his desires. However, England wasn’t the type to play it easy after being given time to cool off from such lustful events, even if he wanted more, rather, he like to play with his husband in his own way, although sometimes it wasn’t technically intentional on his part since teasing just came to him like breathing, teasing and messing with France was something he did so regularly before they were wedded that it seems to have seeped into his sexual life as well. However, the Frenchman didn’t seem to mind that one bit, and rather, seemed to enjoy and play along quite well. He stayed quiet, not feeling the need necessarily to reply, especially as he focused his gaze down on his genitals, watching, as well as feeling, as France continued to stroke his dick rather slowly, only for his hand to do just as he had said, slipping lower to his balls, gently rubbing them clean. He almost forgot that this was a shower, they had come in here to clean up, not really to continue the fun per se, although, with them, it was inevitable, they were like two teenagers going through the horny stage of puberty, constantly all over each other, with one another plaguing each other’s every waking thought, seeping into their breaths, words, even a simple touch could be enough to spark an insatiable beast of lust. When he felt his ass be spread open, he bit at his lower lip slightly, listening to what his devious husband had to say, he loved hearing him speak. His voice was rich like honey, just such a lovely sound to hear, and when he spoke in a dirty way, oh my, it riled him up incredibly. He simply listened to what the male had to say, hearing him speak as if he were thinking out loud about how he had surely pounded nearly all of the cum that he so diligently collected inside of him right on out, however, there was the likely possibility of some still residing in his insides. “Well, go on, help me get it out..” he mumbled with a slight demanding yet timid tone to his voice all the while he felt the males fingertips rubbing at his puffy and rather red hole, helping clean the cum off from the outside. Soon enough he was introduced to the other’s plan, he nodded a bit, “okay..” he responded with simply, it seems he was rather obedient at the moment, having such flip flop rather frequently, between him being defiant and stubborn, only to become timid and pliant, listening obediently or biting at the hand whom feeds him, it all depended on how he felt he should react, and really, what the Frenchman did to spark such reactions. When the two fingers slowly slid inside of him, he held his breath slightly, his hole being already just a bit sore, however, it felt almost nostalgic in a sense to have something inside him again. He felt them press against his inner walls, moving in and out, rubbing against his insides to remove the thin layer of cum coating them. As the fingers worked he bit his lower lip, holding back any soft sounds he had the urge to release. Upon hearing his husband’s teasing question he raised a thick brow curious as to what mystery thing would be the one to be used to help clean his insides out if he requested for the cum deeper inside of his body to be removed, he wasted no second on asking such, “oh? And what might this something else be~?” He asked in his own teasing tone, he eliminated the males fingers from being the mystery something as they pulled out of him, rubbing his entrance afterwards. He let out a very soft sound of pleasure sparked by the other’s current focus of his tip, having been stroking his dick slowly continuously, however showing his sensitive tip much more attention as of currently. He hopes the sound of the shower water was loud enough to hide his sound as he was trying not to let any out, despite his body being a bit more sensitive than it had been at the start of the night, having been opened up to the cravings from within as well as all that they had done, his body was a bit more hungry one may say. When his ass was spread again with his husband’s free hand, he simply assumed he had spotted a bit of cum which he so diligently wanted to remove from his body, although later he was sure he’d get a new coating, I digress, his puffy red hole was exposed to the male. He heard what he had said and nodded a bit, focusing on the pleasure from the slow continuous stroking, it felt good, although he did desire for more. When something new, a new appendage began to lick around his hole he was certainly more aroused, his hole twitching slightly as if to ask for more, which, it received a tasting of. After his husband licked around his entrance his tongue lightly probed the tip inside, all the while that hand never ceased stroking. He held his voice away, as his hands were against the wall, a bit more messily albeit. This experience was completely new, not having anyone’s tongue enter him, even if only the tip so lightly, not even his husband’s, until now that is. He was a bit shy feeling, due to such a new moment, however, he was also eager for whatever his husband planned on doing, whether he decided to tease him to only spark him to whine and writhe in his spot, or to perhaps push more inside, he had no idea, the surprise element only sparked more desire and excitement within.