England teasing his charge, and then America getting himself off rubbing against England's legs/lap while holding his nightdress up on England's instruction so England can watch. England wanting, curious America touching England unsure what exactly to do, and England being exceptionally creepy and possessive over his charge.
Amictus [4a/5]
anonymous
March 14 2010, 02:48:33 UTC
Deeply sorry for the delay. ; - ;|| Finally, the climax (no pun really) is reached. *facepalm* ;;;;
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The night is still, but certainly not quiet. The child in Arthur's lap is breathing erratically due to much foreplay from the man. Along with that, his face is extremely red (and soft), his nightdress lifted to expose his young body. Arthur perversely watches, drinking in the vulnerable sight of his charge. Alfred shrinks under his gaze, but remains within reach.
Arthur nuzzles his head against Alfred's, emitting a surprised mewl. His hand feathers across the boy's plump thighs and gives a tiny squeeze. Alfred sputters incoherent babble; his voice is still heavy, slow, vulnerable. Arthur licks his lips, then presses them to Alfred's left cheek.
“Now, all you have to do is remain on my lap, but move back and forth.” The small sandy-blonde quakes in reply, his heat sending off strange emotions and reactions. Is it because Arthur is doing this? Alfred remains still (yet shivering) in the man's lap. Tears prick in Alfred's eyes as he
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Amictus [4b/5]
anonymous
March 14 2010, 02:53:34 UTC
“Uh . . . Good boy . . . keep . . . keep moving like that . . .” Arthur's gaze is predatory, hungry, frightening Alfred to not venture what of. Continuing.
Rub.
Rub.
'His look is scary.'
Rub. Rub.
'He is giving me a weird smile.'
Rub.
'He makes me feel funny.'
Alfred takes a shaky breath, feeling his lower regions fill with a deeper heat, some kind of overwhelming volume. More and more. Filled to the brim.
“Aah-nn-! Aa-Arthuuur! M-my, wee-wee . . . it-it feels full! Ahn-!” Alfred squeezes his eyes shut, hands shake his nightgown as he feels an oncoming wave of pleasure, but subconsciously strives to complete with a much more thrilling outcome. And by his guardian's command
( ... )
Re: [Part 7] Amictus
anonymous
March 14 2010, 02:58:43 UTC
Kiss me.
The unspoken demand doesn’t reach either of their ears except the heavy breathing and restrained moaning. The grip on the white nightdress slips.
Just a kiss. That’s it. That’s all. Just to show that Arthur really cares for him, for Alfred (not America). Alfred lightly nudges his head against the unruly blonde hair. Whine.
Kiss m-The boy is suddenly shoved back, blue eyes widened to the brutal gesture. Arthur is frowning, something dark and hungry painting his once forest-green eyes. Alfred tightens his mouth into a straight line to prevent himself from a sob
( ... )
Re: [Part 7] Amictus
anonymous
March 14 2010, 06:22:48 UTC
Oh. My. GOD.
Hell has a special place for me because I literally perked up in excitement when I saw that this fic was FINALLY updated. ohmygodsomethingswrongwithmegoddamnitenglandyourpedoiscontagious
I'll keep a -cough-vigilant-cough eye out for the update of the last chapter.
-sings- I'll be burning, burning, burning, deep down in Hell's fire~~
Re: Amictus drawings from author!anon
anonymous
March 15 2010, 06:15:19 UTC
OP never ever thought this would be continued... and she's so glad it was. Arthur is brilliant, and evil, and this is incredibly yummy, as well as the 'oh god I am going to hell but it is awesome'. Thanks, anon- and your art is lovely too. That last picture, wow!
England teasing his charge, and then America getting himself off rubbing against England's legs/lap while holding his nightdress up on England's instruction so England can watch. England wanting, curious America touching England unsure what exactly to do, and England being exceptionally creepy and possessive over his charge.
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Finally, the climax (no pun really) is reached. *facepalm* ;;;;
-
The night is still, but certainly not quiet. The child in Arthur's lap is breathing erratically due to much foreplay from the man. Along with that, his face is extremely red (and soft), his nightdress lifted to expose his young body. Arthur perversely watches, drinking in the vulnerable sight of his charge. Alfred shrinks under his gaze, but remains within reach.
Arthur nuzzles his head against Alfred's, emitting a surprised mewl. His hand feathers across the boy's plump thighs and gives a tiny squeeze. Alfred sputters incoherent babble; his voice is still heavy, slow, vulnerable. Arthur licks his lips, then presses them to Alfred's left cheek.
“Now, all you have to do is remain on my lap, but move back and forth.” The small sandy-blonde quakes in reply, his heat sending off strange emotions and reactions. Is it because Arthur is doing this? Alfred remains still (yet shivering) in the man's lap. Tears prick in Alfred's eyes as he ( ... )
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Rub.
Rub.
'His look is scary.'
Rub. Rub.
'He is giving me a weird smile.'
Rub.
'He makes me feel funny.'
Alfred takes a shaky breath, feeling his lower regions fill with a deeper heat, some kind of overwhelming volume. More and more. Filled to the brim.
“Aah-nn-! Aa-Arthuuur! M-my, wee-wee . . . it-it feels full! Ahn-!” Alfred squeezes his eyes shut, hands shake his nightgown as he feels an oncoming wave of pleasure, but subconsciously strives to complete with a much more thrilling outcome. And by his guardian's command ( ... )
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The unspoken demand doesn’t reach either of their ears except the heavy breathing and restrained moaning. The grip on the white nightdress slips.
Just a kiss. That’s it. That’s all. Just to show that Arthur really cares for him, for Alfred (not America). Alfred lightly nudges his head against the unruly blonde hair. Whine.
Kiss m-The boy is suddenly shoved back, blue eyes widened to the brutal gesture. Arthur is frowning, something dark and hungry painting his once forest-green eyes. Alfred tightens his mouth into a straight line to prevent himself from a sob ( ... )
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Moar, plz. :D
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Hell has a special place for me because I literally perked up in excitement when I saw that this fic was FINALLY updated. ohmygodsomethingswrongwithmegoddamnitenglandyourpedoiscontagious
I'll keep a -cough-vigilant-cough eye out for the update of the last chapter.
-sings- I'll be burning, burning, burning, deep down in Hell's fire~~
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http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e110/Chocobosh/DSC00811.jpg
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This.
Oh. Damn. ♥
L-love your style. A-and America's face... *not pedo not pedo not pedo* ♥
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reCAPTCHA: upset paraguay - Excuse me, Paraguay. :I
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Paraguay must not like shota.
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