Who's The Girl? (1b)
anonymous
April 8 2011, 06:24:43 UTC
Alfred was so busy trying to discern the other symbols that he didn't notice Arthur clambering in behind him. He didn't see the devilish grin on Arthur's face, the way his green eyes were clouded over, or how he used his tongue to wet his bottom lip. And most of all he didn't expect to be shoved into a wall when he turned around to see if Arthur had made it up the tree.
“What the- !?” was all he managed to get out before Arthur grabbed the collar of Alfred's shirt, yanked him forward, and silenced him by placing their lips together. It wasn't the usual peck that Alfred had to half-coax out of the Brit, but rather a forceful and hungry devouring of his lips. Alfred still wasn't sure how his all started, his head still hurt a little from being slammed into the wooden wall, but he wasn't about to stop it. Arthur had never initiated any sort of sexual act before and the American was more than a little curious to see where this was going.
Who's The Girl? (2a)
anonymous
April 8 2011, 10:48:51 UTC
Arthur wasted no time in getting his tongue in Alfred's mouth. He ran it over the perfectly straight, and previously braced, rows of pearly white teeth. He dipped the tip under the American's tongue and coaxed the muscle into a savage dance. They fought for dominance as usual, but this time instead of just resigning to his fate Arthur kept up the battle. When he pulled back for breath he had an accomplished look gracing his features. Alfred barely had time to see the expression before Arthur had ducked his head down and began working at Alfred's neck
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Who's The Girl? (2b)
anonymous
April 8 2011, 10:50:15 UTC
“Fucking sensitive like a woman,” Arthur said and pinched down harshly on the nub in his hand.
Alfred moaned in reply. What else could he do? He'd never realized how fantastic being teased like this was before. Suddenly the hand that was touching him was gone. He whined a bit at it's loss, but shut up quickly when he realized that Arthur was now removing his own clothing and exposing his milky flesh. Alfred used the time he had been given to kick off his shoes and socks. He hastily unbuttoned and and removed his jeans as well as the boxers beneath before Arthur finished.
Alfred was half-hard already with a bit of pre-cum leaking out of the slit of his cock, but Arthur didn't seemed phased in the least by all that had just happened. He was only slightly hard. The Brit sat down against the wall across from Alfred and spread his legs, “If you want me to touch you again you'll have to work for it.”
Who's The Girl? (3a)
anonymous
April 8 2011, 10:56:11 UTC
A/N: I really do apologize OP. Not only have a forgot to ask if you mind UK/US but also I may have started to fall asleep as I wrote this. '>.> The ending is going to be worse than usual.Alfred pouted a bit but climbed over and situated himself so that he was laying across the floor of the treehouse with his head between Arthur's legs. He propped himself awkwardly up on his elbows and grasped the base of Arthur's cock with his hand. Alfred guided the limp member to his mouth and placed a chaste kiss on the tip. He then licked a couple of times at the slit. They were short teasing little licks. Alfred really wasn't quite sure what to do. Arthur had always been the one giving the blowjobs, never him
( ... )
Who's The Girl? (4b)
anonymous
April 8 2011, 11:02:33 UTC
Arthur stopped once he was fully sheathed and gave Alfred time to adjust before he began with long and languid thrusts. They were slow and meticulous as if searching for something. When Arthur found that something Alfred saw stars. The American wanted nothing more than for that spot to be hit again, but Arthur continued thrusting at his same slow pace
( ... )
Who's The Girl? (5a) [END]
anonymous
April 8 2011, 11:06:35 UTC
Out the kitchen window Matthew could see the bottom of the treehouse, but he had no idea what was slowly dripping down from it. Surely Alfred hadn't taken food and drinks up there again. It had been such a pain getting out all the ants last time.
----- A/N: Sorta comedic last bit makes up for bad smut? ...I didn't think so. I think I'll crawl back into my corner of the internet now. o.o
Hi there!! Thank you so much for filling my prompt, it makes me so happy to hear that someone other than me likes weird places to have sexytiems. X]
This story was MORE than what I was expecting and for that, I thank you!! I don't mind the Arthur/Alfred, I left it out for artistic freedom. Just so long as you had fun, I love it!!
Wah, more people need to comment and give you praise, because this is truly an awesome story!! THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Re: Who's The Girl? (5a) [END]
anonymous
April 9 2011, 14:44:15 UTC
I really enjoyed this ^.^ The last bit was funny too; poor Mattie. I like UkUs, because its almost always the other way around and I get really bored with it. Its more realistic for couples to switch it up! Plus Arthur is a strong minded boy, he would definitely be up for putting Alfred in his place. Well done and thanks so much for writing!
Bonus: They used to play in this tree-house as kids.
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“What the- !?” was all he managed to get out before Arthur grabbed the collar of Alfred's shirt, yanked him forward, and silenced him by placing their lips together. It wasn't the usual peck that Alfred had to half-coax out of the Brit, but rather a forceful and hungry devouring of his lips. Alfred still wasn't sure how his all started, his head still hurt a little from being slammed into the wooden wall, but he wasn't about to stop it. Arthur had never initiated any sort of sexual act before and the American was more than a little curious to see where this was going.
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Alfred moaned in reply. What else could he do? He'd never realized how fantastic being teased like this was before. Suddenly the hand that was touching him was gone. He whined a bit at it's loss, but shut up quickly when he realized that Arthur was now removing his own clothing and exposing his milky flesh. Alfred used the time he had been given to kick off his shoes and socks. He hastily unbuttoned and and removed his jeans as well as the boxers beneath before Arthur finished.
Alfred was half-hard already with a bit of pre-cum leaking out of the slit of his cock, but Arthur didn't seemed phased in the least by all that had just happened. He was only slightly hard. The Brit sat down against the wall across from Alfred and spread his legs, “If you want me to touch you again you'll have to work for it.”
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The ending is going to be worse than usual.Alfred pouted a bit but climbed over and situated himself so that he was laying across the floor of the treehouse with his head between Arthur's legs. He propped himself awkwardly up on his elbows and grasped the base of Arthur's cock with his hand. Alfred guided the limp member to his mouth and placed a chaste kiss on the tip. He then licked a couple of times at the slit. They were short teasing little licks. Alfred really wasn't quite sure what to do. Arthur had always been the one giving the blowjobs, never him ( ... )
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A/N: Sorta comedic last bit makes up for bad smut? ...I didn't think so. I think I'll crawl back into my corner of the internet now. o.o
Captcha: Felix mperve o.O
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This story was MORE than what I was expecting and for that, I thank you!! I don't mind the Arthur/Alfred, I left it out for artistic freedom. Just so long as you had fun, I love it!!
Wah, more people need to comment and give you praise, because this is truly an awesome story!! THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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It ended up being a lot more than what I expected as well. I didn't think it'd be that long, but once I started writing the story kinda just ran away.
Anyway...
You're very welcome and I'm extremely glad you liked it! :D
Edit: I almost de-anoned just now as I was posting this. x.x
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