Race to the Top [Part 1/?]
anonymous
March 2 2010, 02:57:38 UTC
Not the anon from above, but here with a fill nonetheless.
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“I can't believe you forgot your key card and we were forced to sneak in through the basement door,” Arthur complained lowly as they made their way slowly through the darkened halls of the basement.
Alfred seemed to know where he was going, but buildings like these never bothered to cover up any of the piping or electrical equipment that was kept in the recesses of their architecture and Arthur didn't exactly relish smacking his knee or elbow into a renegade piece of metal machinery just because the American hadn't had the insight to bring a proper form of identification.
“And I can't believe you're interrupting our god-given day of rest,” Alfred argued back in a tone of voice that indicated through sound alone that by 'rest' he clearly meant sex, “because a certain someone forgot his gloves in an office halfway across town.”
Arthur scowled at Alfred's back, a slight blush coloring his cheeks because the American was right (for once) and he really didn't have an
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Race to the Top [Part 3/?]
anonymous
March 2 2010, 03:02:55 UTC
Arthur dropped his hands to Alfred's belt and tugged impatiently, grinding his hips into Alfred's with more force as he felt the American's mouth move to suck at his neck. Alfred's hands moved, untucking Arthur's dress shirt so that he could push his fingers underneath, brushing against Arthur's nipple with firm strokes
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Race to the Top [Part 4/?]
anonymous
March 2 2010, 03:04:07 UTC
Arthur was so focused on Alfred and the almost haggard sound of his own breathing as the sharp angle of his head forced his breaths out in rasping exhales of pleasure - his mind so absorbed in the building pressure that was beginning to overflow with each heated stroke of Alfred's cock inside him - that he almost didn't notice the soft ping. And when he creaked his eyes open, gasping as Alfred's tongue hit that spot just behind his ear, and glanced at the counter above the door, he nearly missed the implication of the single glowing number
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Race to the Top [Part 5/5]
anonymous
March 2 2010, 03:05:15 UTC
Arthur heard the elevator doors begin to close, but made no move to stop them. He sighed and let his forehead fall against Alfred's shoulder, inhaling the American's sent before idly looping his fingers through the belt loops on Alfred's jeans.
“Let's just get what we came for,” Arthur murmured, pulled out of Alfred's loose embrace and pressed the button that would open the elevator doors.
“What do you mean?” the American asked and Arthur stopped and turned, hand snaking out to keep the doors from closing on him. His lover was wearing a pleased smirk. “I got what I came for.”
Arthur was silent for a moment before his eyes narrowed. “You planned this,” he accused.
“You loved it,” Alfred argued with a knowing smile.
Arthur scoffed and turned, letting the doors close on a sudden shout from the American still within. He scowled, knowing for a fact that he certainly had not loved any part of that despicable, deceitful -
“Arthur! Wait up!”
- ridiculously inappropriate display of spontaneity
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Re: Race to the Top [Part 5/5]
anonymous
March 2 2010, 03:23:00 UTC
Oh, fuck. O__O Anon, that was.. just... hnnnnnggggg, by which I mean insanely fricking hot. The countdown, the not-so-thinly-veiled innuendos, the lulzy voyeurs victims, the fluff at the end. This is the kinda stuff that just does it for me in every way. (I didn't even know I had an elevator kink until this fill. Hmmm...)
OP arrives with thanks!
anonymous
March 3 2010, 02:13:50 UTC
This OP is totally stoked for having her first completed request on the meme!! Thank you so much kind anon!! i wish I knew who you were, here's a gift nonetheless, do forgive OP for shitty BG.
I'd like to see them go into an elevator of a 50-story building, press the top floor, and see if they can produce sexy times without getting caught.
Bonus 1: They do.
Bonus 2: They continue anyway.
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“I can't believe you forgot your key card and we were forced to sneak in through the basement door,” Arthur complained lowly as they made their way slowly through the darkened halls of the basement.
Alfred seemed to know where he was going, but buildings like these never bothered to cover up any of the piping or electrical equipment that was kept in the recesses of their architecture and Arthur didn't exactly relish smacking his knee or elbow into a renegade piece of metal machinery just because the American hadn't had the insight to bring a proper form of identification.
“And I can't believe you're interrupting our god-given day of rest,” Alfred argued back in a tone of voice that indicated through sound alone that by 'rest' he clearly meant sex, “because a certain someone forgot his gloves in an office halfway across town.”
Arthur scowled at Alfred's back, a slight blush coloring his cheeks because the American was right (for once) and he really didn't have an ( ... )
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“Let's just get what we came for,” Arthur murmured, pulled out of Alfred's loose embrace and pressed the button that would open the elevator doors.
“What do you mean?” the American asked and Arthur stopped and turned, hand snaking out to keep the doors from closing on him. His lover was wearing a pleased smirk. “I got what I came for.”
Arthur was silent for a moment before his eyes narrowed. “You planned this,” he accused.
“You loved it,” Alfred argued with a knowing smile.
Arthur scoffed and turned, letting the doors close on a sudden shout from the American still within. He scowled, knowing for a fact that he certainly had not loved any part of that despicable, deceitful -
“Arthur! Wait up!”
- ridiculously inappropriate display of spontaneity ( ... )
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Thanks, anon!
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reCAPTCHA: moodily without
Not anymore, CAPTCHA!
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Because... Of course there must be a camera in the elevator ^_^;;
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i want more elevator stuff know
THIS WAS AWESOME ANON!
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