USxBulimic!UK
anonymous
November 7 2009, 10:39:47 UTC
Arthur is madly in love with Alfred and turns bulimic to get Alfred to notice/fall in love with him. Alfred finds out and goes off about how much of an idiot Arthur is for doing such a thing fluffy comfort-sex is seriously wanted. Also, no mentions of past sex please! <3 Thank you Anons, I hope i'm not asking for too much~!
It was hard to tell when the thought first came to him. After a while, it just seemed natural. Even in his most muscular days, he had never been very heavyset, but there were unfortunate parts that seemed padded when he touched them, or fuller when he stared into the mirror until his eyes hurt
( ... )
When had he lost control? Not of his eating habits, no, they were perfectly fine. But the young man that was standing in front of him, sucking on his soda and talking rapidly about this and that, when had he changed? Arthur nodded in time to Alfred’s rhythm, and felt a dull sense of memory, when he could still hold the child in his arms and kissed his sweet cheeks and they would fall asleep in the large bed together, arm still curled around him
( ... )
“Because I’m paying?” Arthur asked dryly. His heart pressed against him, but it was all right, because he did feel hungry that day. Nothing but water had passed his lips all day, and most of yesterday, but the languishing feeling had been placed with voraciousness. It felt like calling upon an old friend
( ... )
“It’s fine.” Alfred sighed for another moment, a slight rolling of breath that made Arthur flush once again. When Alfred was there, he could never concentrate on his work. He read the same sentence three times The official statement of the government does henceforth approve until Alfred spoke again
( ... )
“Alfred,” he said, and he grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth. He didn’t dare to look at the mess that he had made in the kitchen, and he was frightened. He was shaking and trembling, and he was covered in a cold sweat. The kitchen was a mess, and it wasn’t even his kitchen, and the feelings of deep shame washed over him. No, Alfred, he could explain, he really could
( ... )
He felt almost giddy that Alfred paid him some attention, and invited him out to dinner again. They were back at his house, where Alfred was sitting and watching the television. He loosened his tie against his sharp collarbones, and felt a warm smile growing on his face despite himself. He felt safe and happy. It was all he could ask for
( ... )
“Your finger was down your fucking throat!” Alfred’s voice broke into a higher pitch midway through his sentence, and he was trembling in rage, standing above him with his face contorted painfully
( ... )
There was a heavy silence, but when he finally raised his eyes, he was surprised to see the broken look returning to Alfred’s face.
“What?” Alfred’s voice broke between the wh and the at. Arthur allowed his head to rest, hanging it so he could see the tips of his shoes. It was embarrassing, but he no longer felt anything. The words passed coldly through his lips, far worse than any warm vomit
( ... )
When he began to unbutton his shirt, Alfred was no longer an audience, but in front of him, helping him from the bottom. There was a struggle on the third button, but it, too slipped from him, and this time crumpled to the floor. He trembled slightly from the cold, as Alfred looked with an unhappy look in his eyes. His ghost touches felt different because his hands were warm, and when he touched his ribs, he could only close his eyes
( ... )
“Shut…” He didn’t finish his sentence as that obscene mouth began to tentatively lick at his cock, at the undersides where he could feel his veins throbbing. He shuddered at the warmth, and at the hands that lightly brushed against his balls when Alfred adjusted to get a better grip. Then again, his warm mouth sucked at his foreskin, and then began to sink deeper along the length. With one hand, Arthur gently guided him, tightening when he felt teeth accidentally brush against him. Despite himself, he felt his hips rising slightly to push against the warm, wet cavern, and he closed his eyes in disappointment when the wet mouth left
( ... )
It hit a good nerve, and Arthur gave a short cry, and then fell silent in embarrassment. His face flushed, and he bit down hard on his lip when it hit the nerve again, and again, and again, and then he was panting hard against Alfred’s shoulder, feeling him bite and suck gently at his neck as he moved again inside him, and the hot coil of pleasure moved downwards and he was breathing heavily into Alfred’s shoulder, gripping him by the shoulder blades tightly as he moved again, his own cock brushing against Alfred’s stomach and he was wet and hard and Alfred was inside him and he closed his eyes and felt his back arch under the movements, at the feeling of pleasure and the surreality of another member fitting inside of him
( ... )
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anonymous
May 3 2010, 20:10:10 UTC
Damn but this was good. Arthur's thought process was incredibly disturbing and Alfred's concern was so touching. I don't normally like the magic healing cock but, well, this is a kinkmeme and the fic was just incredibly well done. Good job, Author!Anon.
fluffy comfort-sex is seriously wanted. Also, no mentions of past sex please! <3 Thank you Anons, I hope i'm not asking for too much~!
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