Suddenly, Alfred frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked slowly. “You’re not even hard.” He cupped a hand around the front of Arthur’s pants.
Arthur swallowed thickly, cursing inwardly at himself as his face flushed a bright shade of red. “I suppose… I suppose I did drink a bit too much…” he said weakly, pulling back and fidgeting at the awkward silence that fell between them.
Alfred was giving him that look, that crushed, disappointed in you kind of look that killed Arthur a little each time he received it. Hastily, he slid from the table to kneel between Alfred’s legs
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Re: [Part 10] Wish Part 8/?
anonymous
April 24 2010, 16:06:29 UTC
Alfred’s thoughts were fuzzy and disoriented as he slowly drifted out of sleep. He stirred and pulled the covers tighter around him as his eyes fluttered sluggishly. Something was wrong, he realized after a few groggy moments. The room was still dark and Alfred was never one to wake up while it was still night
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OP squeed when she saw this updated. I'm so glad! What an amazing update, the first part broke my heart thoroughly; poor Arthur, who's not even drunk enough not to pretend and poor Alfred so in love and enthusiastic for every sign of affection from Arthur, and is so responsive to even a half-hearted blowjob *sigh* The act itself was strangely both hot and heartbreaking, which is a weird combination that left me feeling even more sensitive. And then, the second part...oh, god. Even Alfred's feeling something's not right. I wonder what he will encounter following Arthur? Where is he going? I have this really bad (good) feeling that everything's going to go to hell soon...
Re: [Part 10] Wish Part 8/?
anonymous
April 25 2010, 06:40:35 UTC
I may have danced around the room gleefully myself. :D I'm so glad you updated, anon; this fill is in my "Loved" folder in my bookmarks.
As always, your physical/emotional descriptions of Arthur just break my heart in the most beautiful of ways. This? Alfred was giving him that look, that crushed, disappointed in you kind of look that killed Arthur a little each time he received it. I can actually picture that look, and it kills me a little, too. And this description is enough to make me swallow convulsively myself: Swallowing down the weight hanging in the back of his throat ... ;_;
Poor Arthur is finding harder and harder to enjoy those "I love you"s, isn't he?
Alfred's thoughts about Arthur sneaking out lighten things up a bit, only to subtly punch you in the gut when you realize how little he knows Arthur (in some ways): Arthur was probably just restless and wanted to go on a walk. He did things like that… probably. It was like one of those old people things to do, Alfred was sure of it. And old man jokes are never
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parts 1-6: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13125.html?thread=33017669#t33017669
Suddenly, Alfred frowned. “What’s wrong?” he asked slowly. “You’re not even hard.” He cupped a hand around the front of Arthur’s pants.
Arthur swallowed thickly, cursing inwardly at himself as his face flushed a bright shade of red. “I suppose… I suppose I did drink a bit too much…” he said weakly, pulling back and fidgeting at the awkward silence that fell between them.
Alfred was giving him that look, that crushed, disappointed in you kind of look that killed Arthur a little each time he received it. Hastily, he slid from the table to kneel between Alfred’s legs ( ... )
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The act itself was strangely both hot and heartbreaking, which is a weird combination that left me feeling even more sensitive. And then, the second part...oh, god. Even Alfred's feeling something's not right. I wonder what he will encounter following Arthur? Where is he going? I have this really bad (good) feeling that everything's going to go to hell soon...
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And yeaaah... stuff is really gonna start to hit the fan soon... I figured it was about time that happened.
Anyway, I'm glad you're still enjoying this! I'll try and update this sooner~
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*dancing around the room*
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As always, your physical/emotional descriptions of Arthur just break my heart in the most beautiful of ways. This? Alfred was giving him that look, that crushed, disappointed in you kind of look that killed Arthur a little each time he received it. I can actually picture that look, and it kills me a little, too. And this description is enough to make me swallow convulsively myself: Swallowing down the weight hanging in the back of his throat ... ;_;
Poor Arthur is finding harder and harder to enjoy those "I love you"s, isn't he?
Alfred's thoughts about Arthur sneaking out lighten things up a bit, only to subtly punch you in the gut when you realize how little he knows Arthur (in some ways): Arthur was probably just restless and wanted to go on a walk. He did things like that… probably. It was like one of those old people things to do, Alfred was sure of it. And old man jokes are never ( ... )
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And, yes, there can never be too many old man jokes concerning Iggy.
lol, I'm really looking forward to writing the next scene. Things are gonna get intense pretty fast. Poor Alfred will be in for quite a ride though /:
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