This was originally supposed to be in the previous part, but together it would've been somewhere near 7k+ words. So. It gets its own part now.x o x
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Act Natural [6b/?]
anonymous
November 6 2010, 17:44:26 UTC
He threw around the idea of asking Alfred for his thoughts on the subject, because the American looked truly interested in his current stasis and who would know better how this particular character would behave in the afterglow than the man he was based off of? But he could feel his cheeks heating at the mere thought of explaining it. Then again, Arthur mused, looking toward his object of both frustration and affection as the American straightened and glanced back at the air conditioner he'd just installed, the man was well versed in erotic novels, if their previous conversations were anything to go by. There may, in fact, be some sort of hidden inspiration in the depths of Japanese and French smut novels, and Arthur could definitely hide behind that excuse should he need to
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Act Natural [6c/?]
anonymous
November 6 2010, 17:46:46 UTC
“The bottom, uhm, was riding his partner and they were on the couch. They haven't moved since orgasm.” And what an orgasm it had been. It had been based almost entirely on a wet dream he'd had, so he could attest to that personally.
Ahem. Focus.There was a moment of silence where Arthur hoped that Alfred would declare himself unable to help Arthur, pick up his stuff and leave, because the Englishman was greatly regretting his decision to ask for the American's help. His cheeks felt so hot he was afraid they might be permanently stained pink after this, his palms were getting sweaty and the butterflies that had taken up permanent residence in his stomach would not stop fluttering those damn wings of theirs. He was halfway convinced they were actually cutting up his stomach lining; he was actually beginning to feel ill
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Act Natural [6d/?]
anonymous
November 6 2010, 17:48:33 UTC
Alfred hummed, nodding slightly as his fingers trailed up Arthur's side. “So you're exhausted,” he said, “and breathing hard, but super relaxed and sated 'cause it was awesome sex,” he continued, kneading Arthur's muscles. The Englishman closed his eyes again and let out a shaky sigh, felt the tension flow from his body beneath those strong fingers. His breathing had gotten deeper and those damn butterflies were making him feel lightheaded as they flew up and into his lungs, his breaths fluttering out from beneath parted lips to the same rhythm of their flight
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Act Natural [6e/?]
anonymous
November 6 2010, 17:50:59 UTC
There were many things that Arthur wanted to say to Alfred. You fucking tease seemed a little abrupt and not entirely conducive to winning the American over. And, quite honestly, would you just goddamned take me already, you sexy manbeast felt a little forward, though it was truthful and expressed Arthur's frustration with an effective sort of bluntness. There were a multitude of adjectives, adverbs and creative pronouns that were bouncing around in his head, most of them in regards to some part of Alfred's anatomy, but none of them really seemed appropriate for the situation. All Arthur wanted to do was kiss the man, to run his fingers through his slightly damp hair, to curl his finger around that damned cowlick, to take those glasses off and look into the blue of his eyes without any sort of barrier between them
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Act Natural [6f/?]
anonymous
November 6 2010, 17:52:43 UTC
He turned to Arthur and said, “I'll send you the bill!” Then he picked up his stuff and made his way toward the door, pausing only momentarily to glance back at Arthur, opening his mouth and hesitating. Arthur heaved a long, heavy sigh.
“I'm fine,” he repeated, though somewhat morosely.
Arthur heard the distinct muffling of what sounded like a giggle. “Okay, see you!”
Arthur groaned, turned his face fully into the carpet and let out a shaky exhale. His cock, still hard and wanting nothing less than an American hand to jerk it off or possibly an American mouth to blow it, was pressed painfully into the floor. He shifted his hips to help with the pain, but only managed to create friction and excite it further. The fantasies of Alfred were still swirling around in his mind and he lifted his head slightly as he heard the telltale sound of the American's truck take off down the street. Then he let his head fall back down with another resounding thunkArthur Kirkland was well and truly fucked. The sad part was it was only
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Re: Act Natural [6f/?]
anonymous
November 7 2010, 03:03:34 UTC
Yes. Yes, I am. So, so, frustrated.
My god you update quickly. How do you do it? ♥
I'm hot, bothered, yet laughing like a maniac. And with just how much hot sex this fic has, I realized this is the first actual physical contact between them. XD But uff god that's hot. Seriously? Acting out a sex afterglow? UMPH. This is an awesome way to end my night, by the way, and I absolutely squealed when I saw this update.
Also d-do you mean to tell me you've written more than this? Would you please tell me what else you've written on here so I can possibly stalk follow your works?
Re: Act Natural [6f/?]
anonymous
November 7 2010, 08:52:24 UTC
Oh geez.
Arthur. Arthur. Poor Arthur.
Every time that man comes over you have a boner. Every time that man doesn't come over you have a boner. And he wants to help you out with your sex fantasies.
Re: Act Natural [6f/?]
anonymous
November 8 2010, 06:06:24 UTC
You are an evil cockblock, do you know that? And I don't even have a cock to block. God, this is killing me. KILLING ME. Every time you update, you make my day.
My favourite part? Arthur sliding from the coach with great dignity
Parts 1-5: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17337.html?thread=52914361#t52914361
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Ahem. Focus.There was a moment of silence where Arthur hoped that Alfred would declare himself unable to help Arthur, pick up his stuff and leave, because the Englishman was greatly regretting his decision to ask for the American's help. His cheeks felt so hot he was afraid they might be permanently stained pink after this, his palms were getting sweaty and the butterflies that had taken up permanent residence in his stomach would not stop fluttering those damn wings of theirs. He was halfway convinced they were actually cutting up his stomach lining; he was actually beginning to feel ill ( ... )
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“I'm fine,” he repeated, though somewhat morosely.
Arthur heard the distinct muffling of what sounded like a giggle. “Okay, see you!”
Arthur groaned, turned his face fully into the carpet and let out a shaky exhale. His cock, still hard and wanting nothing less than an American hand to jerk it off or possibly an American mouth to blow it, was pressed painfully into the floor. He shifted his hips to help with the pain, but only managed to create friction and excite it further. The fantasies of Alfred were still swirling around in his mind and he lifted his head slightly as he heard the telltale sound of the American's truck take off down the street. Then he let his head fall back down with another resounding thunkArthur Kirkland was well and truly fucked. The sad part was it was only ( ... )
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Oh, Alfred, you tease sexy beast you. Hnng I'm sorry, Arthur, but I'm really enjoying your pain.
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I still love you, tho. Can't wait for more.
and my God Alfred, you can be a physical person with me whenever y'want babe ♥
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Please write more because this is so hot!
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Love forever
-ANon
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My god you update quickly. How do you do it? ♥
I'm hot, bothered, yet laughing like a maniac. And with just how much hot sex this fic has, I realized this is the first actual physical contact between them. XD But uff god that's hot. Seriously? Acting out a sex afterglow? UMPH. This is an awesome way to end my night, by the way, and I absolutely squealed when I saw this update.
Also d-do you mean to tell me you've written more than this? Would you please tell me what else you've written on here so I can possibly stalk follow your works?
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Arthur. Arthur. Poor Arthur.
Every time that man comes over you have a boner. Every time that man doesn't come over you have a boner. And he wants to help you out with your sex fantasies.
Someone needs to jump someone okay.
I love this fill so much.
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My favourite part? Arthur sliding from the coach with great dignity
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