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America softly kissed Japan's neck; holding his waist and pulling him closer. "Japan~ I didn't know you were so... Pent up, hm?" His hand slid down to his thigh. "I-... I gotta go now, Ame... America... So-sorry..." Japan looked outside the window, the sun setting. Japan fixed himself up. "Come back, okay?~" America winked. "... I-I'll see... Thank you..." He bowed.
America giggled softly, before cleaning up the mess. Japan kept his head down— he was blushing and sweating, covering his mouth with his hand. "America is so..." He thought. "... so cute." He eventually reached his dorm.
Somebody knocked on America's door; confused, he turned the knob. "Huh? I haven't even cleaned up yet..." He opened the door to see... Germany. "Do you... Still..." He stuttered, refusing to look America in the eyes. His hand rubbed his nape, blush creeping up his face.
"Yeah; what brings you here?" Amercia raised an eyebrow, he usually had Italy all to himself. "... Italy's just been doing stuff— I-It doesn't matter, I... Just... Let's get it over with." He grabbed America's waist. "You gotta pay me first." He looked at Germany. "Fine..." He reluctantly passed the money.
Germany shimmied down America's pants, almost forgetting about his. America could feel Germany's erection on his back, making him laugh a little. "How hard are you?" He teased. "Shut up..." He pushed America down on the bed, unbuckling his belt.
He picked around in his pockets, making America wait bent over his bed. He found a condom; from when he first wanted to have sex with Italy— he didn't know why it was still there, but he was glad it was. Kind of, at least. "What do you need for that for?" America looked back. "I'm not going raw with a fuckboy."
After putting the condom on, he grabbed America's thigh and slowly pushed it in him, initially it burned a little bit but America had done this a million times before already. He moaned softly, his mouth twisted in a smile as he grabbed onto the bed.
Germany was quiet if not for a few groans, he needed this purely for release— not because he liked America or anything. America found it amusing— how nonchalant he was even though he had paid to bottom someone out just because Italy wasn't there once.
"F-fuck..." Germany grabbed America's shoulder and slowly squeezed it as his pace got slower, finally getting down from his high. "You take so long to finish— you're slow aswell." America complained, stretching his back. "... Whatever." He rolled his eyes.
He was completely different with Italy, he would talk, focus on Italy more, be touchier, be faster, not this quiet guy who just fucked and went. America smiled and fixed himself up, looking at Germany who refused to look up, let alone at America.
He removed the condom and folded it up, putting it back in the wrapper and in his pocket. "Gross. Just throw it." America pointed at the trashcan. "I-... I need it." Germany quickly put his clothes back on. America raised an eyebrow, why would you possibly need a used condom?
"Thanks." Germany said before leaving the room. America cleaned up— changing his sheets and wiping himself down. He whined softly when he touched his inner thighs, getting almost hard purely from his own touch.
He slowly wrapped his hand around his dick, his hand going up and down as he scrolled on his phone, having to worry about nothing. He came all over his bed sheet, just thinking about his next client.
The next day, Japan could only think about his encounter with America. He yearned for that type of connection with someone— yearned to be touched with such gentleness and to feel the warmth of another person again. "Mmf..." He was at his table, looking down at his lap as he zoned out. He shifted, he was hard. He needed America— not just to have sex, but maybe for different reasons.
He lifted his head slowly, looking past everyone in his way and spotting America talking to France. He wanted to stand up— but he hesitated. America probably barely knew him, let alone thought of him. Japan looked down at his lap again, his growing erection becoming a nuisance. Thinking of America made him blush— he inadvertently spread his legs and bowed his head.
"Japan~" Italy called out to Japan as he walked to him. Japan looked up, surprised. "Do you wanna study later? Germany was asking." He sat down infront of Japan. "Okay." He nodded. He needed a distraction from the matter at hand.
Japan walked back to his dorm, not daring to look up from the books in his hand. The second he locked the door to his dorm, he sat down and unbuckled his pants. He wanted to do it the way America did it— the way America made him feel good. But he wasn't satisfied, with each stroke he only craved for America's fingers more and more.
He eventually finished— but he only needed America more than ever. There was a knock on his door— he rushed to clean himself up and opened the door. "Japan!" America greeted him. He looked at his sweaty, slightly red skin, his disheveled hair, and Japan buckling his belt. "Good time?" He asked him, leaning on the doorway. "H-Hm?" Japan looked up at America and immediately froze. America smiled.
"Aren't you gonna come with Italy and Germany to study?" "Y-Yes... You're there too?" Japan's voice was quiet. He didn't look at America, just around the room. America chuckled softly. "Yeah. What's wrong with you?" He made Japan look at him. "N-Nothing... What do you mean...?" Japan was practically shaking. America held him to his chest. "Let's do it later." "I don't— wanna use my money..." Japan lied— pulling away from America. He'd do anything for America, but he was incredibly embarassed. "You don't hafta. After this studying thing... Just come with me, okay?"
Japan and America weren't listening to one thing Italy and Germany were talking about. America stared at Japan, noticing the things he'd never really cared about before. The way he fidgeted with his fingers, played with the hem of his sleeves, how fast his hands were...
He knew how to use all of this to his advantage.
Japan quietly excused himself, leaving America confused. "E-Excuse me..." America immediately left the room. (gerita shrugged and started making out) "J-Japan..." He chased him, and grabbed Japan's wrist. Japan didn't pull away, but froze. "America... I-I can't..."
"You can't? Why?" He interlocked hands with Japan, honestly just wanted to make him even more horny and flustered. "I-I..." His plan was evidently working. He didn't wanna fall in love with this stupid boy who fucked everyone in the school—he didn't wanna be stupid, especially with a... boy.
America pulled Japan close. "Come to my dorm." He rubbed Japan's innerthigh, and moved up to his groin. He made his voice softer and whispered in Japan's ear. "Come on."
America managed to convince Japan and dragged him to his dorm, where he locked the door and pressed his lips against Japan's. He shimmied down Japan's pants, pushing his tounge inside his mouth.
"America... I-I don't know how to do this..." He tried to stall, pulling away; knowing he's watched hundreds of porn videos just thinking of America. "Let me teach you. Can I use toys?" He asked; knowing full well he was going to even if Japan said no. "Where did you even get them...?" Japan asked— the school was surronded by... Mountains.
"I come prepared."
"O... Okay..."
"You're not even that hard~" America teased, kissing Japan's innerthigh. He put his hand on Japan's cock, rubbing up and down while he did the same to himself, making sure Japan saw every movement of both of his hands.
America looked through his drawer while keeping one hand on Japan, looking for a vibrator that he knew Japan would hate. He dangled it infront of Japan, teasing him. America rubbed his 2 fingers on Japan's hole before slowly pushing in.
It burned— but Japan has never felt better, he covered his face with his hands as he spread his legs further and stretched them, his head falling back as he was sensitive from cumming just moments ago.
He whined; "I-It hurts..." He felt America pull out. "It does? I'm sorry..." He bent over to kiss Japan and immediately stuck the small vibrator in. Japan wasn't as nearly simulated and pleasured as when America was doing it, and calmed down.
The vibrator was a nuisance— it didn't feel good, it wasn't Amercia's fingers or cock; he wanted America. "I don't like it... I... I want you..." He whined, pulling America closer with his feet.
America was surprised, but he chuckled. He took the vibrator out and pulled out a condom. "No... I don't... I don't want that..." Japan murmured quietly. "Hm?" America knew exactly what Japan said, but wanted him to say it again. "I don't... Wanna use a condom..."
"Oookay~" America held Japan's thighs and kept them spread in the most uncomfortable way possible— aligning his dick with Japan's hole. He bent over to kiss Japan and pushed in, not wasting any time letting him get used to it and increasing his pace immediately.
Japan felt every thrust— America was surprisingly big for his age. He whined, the pain making him want to close his legs but America kept them open. He tried to raise his leg, but America stopped it and went even faster.
Japan started to tear up— but he loved the feeling of America inside of him, feeling so full in ways that scratched an itch in his brain so right. "You good?" America held Japan's head and kissed his forehead. "I-..." America stood up slightly, feeling wetness on his stomach.
"Sorry, I... I did it again..." Japan looked away. There was cum all over America and Japan's stomach. "It's okay." America kissed Japan, his pace was just as fast, completely unfazed.
America pulled out and made Japan sit up, and climbed onto the bed. "Open your mouth." He still had a warm smile on his face, he had it the entire session. America pushed Japan's head down.
"Don't use your teeth."
"Go faster."
"Don't just do nothing."
"Let me teach you."
"I'll pull your hair."
Japan whined, he couldn't say anything, do anything besides the matter at hand. He felt completely helpless, but he didn't hate the feeling. America pulled his head up and cummed all over Japan's face.
Japan found it revolting, but he didn't stop America. His body ached for the boy, and he couldn't pull away especially now. He let America do whatever he wanted to. "You're so cute." He held Japan's face, kissing him.
Japan pulled back to look at America. "I-I... I really like you..." He admitted quietly. America chuckled. "Really?" He held Japan to his chest. "Y-Yes... Really..." He didn't know how to reciprocate the hug.
"I like you too. You're really cute." America pushed Japan down on the bed and kissed him. He licked the cum off of Japan and held his face to kiss him properly. "Ah..." America's dick dangled across Japan's stomach. "Sh..." He shushed Japan.
"Let me take care of you."