Writing's on the Wall 1/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:39:20 UTC
As soon as the front door opens, Alfred pulls Arthur inside and shoves him up against the wall. Arthur doesn’t really have time to react before Alfred is tilting his head to the side and kissing him, kicking haphazardly at the door. The door slams shut, and Arthur’s bags drop from his hands as he wraps his arms around Arthur’s neck and kisses him back rather enthusiastically. They carry on in this way, kissing each other quite soundly, until Alfred finally pulls away with a startled, shaking gasp for air. Arthur leans back against the wall, arms still around the back of Alfred’s neck, and raising one eyebrow
( ... )
Writing's on the Wall 2/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:40:11 UTC
Arthur opens to Alfred as their mouths pillow and plump together. Arthur traces Alfred’s mouth, explores the walls and the rows of white teeth. He touches Alfred’s tongue, feels Alfred respond and grip him tightly, all the while loosening his tie. His nimble fingers brush against his neck as he pulls at the knot of his tie, and Arthur breathes out an almost-sigh against Alfred’s mouth. Arthur’s hands can’t settle, won’t settle-he grips at Alfred’s shirt, tugs him closer, slips away to knead at the back of his neck, roll down his back and follow the bumps of his spine. He tries, even, to grasp at Alfred’s hips, but his hands don’t fit so easily over Alfred’s hips as Alfred’s hands can fit over Arthur-everywhere, any part of Arthur. He grips at the collar of Alfred’s silly shirt, brushes his fingers under it to breeze across his lean shoulders, feel the slope of his golden skin for the first time in weeks and it feels so nice that he really can’t imagine any reason to leave the front foyer, so long as Alfred was standing
( ... )
Writing's on the Wall 3/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:41:04 UTC
So he slips his hand down off his face, over his neck, and down his chest, slow, raking down his body and wishing that pesky shirt was gone so he could touch Alfred’s firm, perfectly golden skin. He tugs at the corner of his shirt once he reaches Alfred’s belt, slides his hand over his hip bone, along the slope of his body, letting his fingernails drag a small circle around Alfred’s navel. He watches Alfred close his eyes, keeps his eyes on Alfred’s face as Alfred bites his perfectly swollen mouth, tries to suppress a shiver and a moan
( ... )
Writing's on the Wall 4/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:41:44 UTC
“Have you seen my arms?” Alfred counters, and Arthur slants his eyes to his arms. Though covered by the shirt, he can still see the way the muscles are tensed as he holds up Arthur
( ... )
Writing's on the wall 5/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:42:17 UTC
They bend together and get tangled up in each other, Alfred with his shirt halfway off, biting back a whimpering noise that Arthur doesn’t quite hear because he’s too distracted by the way their lips and tongues slide together, how the space between them disappears more and more and Arthur’s fingers are twisting in Alfred’s hair, and Alfred is still thrusting against him and making those soft moans. Arthur can’t stop rocking in time to Alfred’s movements, meeting his thrusts, rolling his hips against Alfred’s. He grips at Alfred, feels his lungs scream for air. He can’t stop. He won’t stop
( ... )
Writing's on the Wall 6/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:42:58 UTC
Alfred’s words have dissolved to variants of “fuck,” and “fuck yes, Arthurrrr,” and some incoherent word jumbles that are most likely gibberish. Alfred moans, whispers at Arthur’s name. He tries to keep himself from jerking his hips. He writhes. His legs are trembling, and he spreads them further as Arthur continues to lavish attention on his rigid cock.
One hand falls from the wall, curls into Arthur’s hair. Arthur smiles around the kisses he lies across the cockhead. He finally, finally, draws the cockhead into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. Alfred keens quietly, his body quaking. But as satisfying as that small touch is, so quickly does Arthur pull away, kissing at his navel again.
“Fucking-ah-tease,” Alfred says somewhere above Arthur’s head
( ... )
Writing's on the Wall 7/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:44:05 UTC
“You’re not as cute as you think you are,” Alfred counters and Arthur wants to kill him for being campy and childish when he should be fucking Arthur into the wall.
“I don’t think I’m cute,” Arthur says calmly, gritting his teeth.
Alfred makes a face, his brow furrowing. “Okay, fine. You are slightly cuter than you think you are, then-but my point still stands.”
“And what is your point?”
“Uh.”
“Indeed, darling. Go on, go get the lube.” He slaps Alfred’s backside to usher him along. “I’ll just be here, pining for you endlessly.”
“Don’t pine too much or else you’ll turn into a tree,” Alfred grins as he speaks.
Arthur groans. Fucking puns. Alfred is laughing, a stuttering little laugh at first-fuck, it doesn’t matter how many times they do this, Alfred is always nervous (as if Arthur would leave him, as if Arthur could possibly think him inexperienced or unsatisfying, as if Arthur could love anyone but Alfred) and it always fucking shows, it’s always so obvious in every arch of his smiles, tension of his muscles
( ... )
Writing's on the Wall 8/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:45:02 UTC
Arthur mouths something, something like oh my god but there’s no sound as Alfred’s fingers hook into him, and stretch. Arthur seizes and tenses around Alfred’s fingers, but he quickly relaxes, letting his head loll against the wall as he moans. He raises one hand, cups at Alfred’s cheek so that Alfred’s eyes will meet his-and they are so impossibly blue, they say everything that Alfred does not say, everything that Arthur knows he wishes to say. A thousand things Alfred never says
( ... )
Writing's on the Wall 9/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 01:45:39 UTC
The edges of Arthur’s vision are blurring, and he thrusts one more time up against Alfred. Alfred gasps out, ducks his head, and does a full body shudder. The next moment, Arthur can feel the warmth filling him and he closes his eyes, writhing. He twines his fingers into Alfred’s hair, holding him close. Alfred ducks his head and kisses at Arthur’s neck and collarbone, his hips jerking as he spills his seed inside of Arthur
( ... )
Re: Writing's on the Wall 9/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 04:27:38 UTC
Oh my god.................... This..................
Was so INCREDIBLE. In terms of pure length--AND AMAZINGLY LONG and UNIMAGINABLY SEXY fill. Wow, just.... So so so so epic.
This just...This makes me want to go out and look for an America of my own and be so adorably lovey-dovey and cute and fantastically awesome I sound like a third-grader right now because all my vocabulary has been reduced to "GUH, CUTE. HOT. LOVE THIS. NNNNGH."
Oh my goodness, author!anon. This was just epic. The rich detail and overall loveliness...win.
Wow, when I made this request I thought I was going to get pure senselss PWP. But you anon turned my prompt and transformed it into soo much more!! The way you portrayed their feelings after not seeing each other for so long, Alfred's nerviousness and Arthur's devotion to him, unff just so beautiful. Besides of course the hotness of all this... Unff... will never get tired od wall sex XD Thank you soo much for this!!!!
Re: Writing's on the Wall 9/9
anonymous
October 22 2010, 15:17:30 UTC
While I like PWP, I absolutely love when there is emotions and a relationship in there with it and you captured it perfectly, showing Alfred and Arthur missing each other and their devotion to each other (Arthur calling Alfred 'lovely' and 'my lovely' was a really nice touch) was just so sweet.
Also the mention about who is going to top this time, showing that it's not one always topping was brilliant.
I couldn't quite get whether this was AU or whether they were nations using human names but that could just be me not reading closely enough.
I still loved it though and I am so favouriting this.
Anon wants hot steamy smut against a wall. Who tops and how it all started is up to you.
Hopefully I managed to do the first bonus, OP!
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One hand falls from the wall, curls into Arthur’s hair. Arthur smiles around the kisses he lies across the cockhead. He finally, finally, draws the cockhead into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it. Alfred keens quietly, his body quaking. But as satisfying as that small touch is, so quickly does Arthur pull away, kissing at his navel again.
“Fucking-ah-tease,” Alfred says somewhere above Arthur’s head ( ... )
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“I don’t think I’m cute,” Arthur says calmly, gritting his teeth.
Alfred makes a face, his brow furrowing. “Okay, fine. You are slightly cuter than you think you are, then-but my point still stands.”
“And what is your point?”
“Uh.”
“Indeed, darling. Go on, go get the lube.” He slaps Alfred’s backside to usher him along. “I’ll just be here, pining for you endlessly.”
“Don’t pine too much or else you’ll turn into a tree,” Alfred grins as he speaks.
Arthur groans. Fucking puns. Alfred is laughing, a stuttering little laugh at first-fuck, it doesn’t matter how many times they do this, Alfred is always nervous (as if Arthur would leave him, as if Arthur could possibly think him inexperienced or unsatisfying, as if Arthur could love anyone but Alfred) and it always fucking shows, it’s always so obvious in every arch of his smiles, tension of his muscles ( ... )
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going to read this now
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This..................
Was so INCREDIBLE. In terms of pure length--AND AMAZINGLY LONG and UNIMAGINABLY SEXY fill. Wow, just....
So so so so epic.
This just...This makes me want to go out and look for an America of my own and be so adorably lovey-dovey and cute and fantastically awesome I sound like a third-grader right now because all my vocabulary has been reduced to "GUH, CUTE. HOT. LOVE THIS. NNNNGH."
Oh my goodness, author!anon. This was just epic. The rich detail and overall loveliness...win.
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OHMYGOD
THIS IS SO ABSOLUTELY EPIC. The witty banter, the the oh god- I love this fill so so much.
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But you anon turned my prompt and transformed it into soo much more!!
The way you portrayed their feelings after not seeing each other for so long, Alfred's nerviousness and Arthur's devotion to him, unff just so beautiful.
Besides of course the hotness of all this... Unff... will never get tired od wall sex XD
Thank you soo much for this!!!!
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Also the mention about who is going to top this time, showing that it's not one always topping was brilliant.
I couldn't quite get whether this was AU or whether they were nations using human names but that could just be me not reading closely enough.
I still loved it though and I am so favouriting this.
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