Lunch with Arthur
anonymous
June 16 2010, 21:33:40 UTC
"Come on, Iggy! There is no way that anyone, not even Superman, could stomach whatever THAT is." The younger Nation gestured to the burnt, crispy things laying before them on the table.
At least the plate they had been neatly placed on was cute. It was really all this lunch had doing for it.
It was obvious that England was not a happy person right now. Out of the kindness of his heart, he had allowed America to barge into his home, completely uninvited, and now he was being treated like dirt. How like an American to come into the home of one of his friends and start causing trouble.
However, what America failed to realize was that he wasn't just pissing any old Brit off; he was purposely causing a former-pirate to go into anger mode.
Apparently America liked trouble.
"You git; who do you think you are, coming into my home and acting like a spoiled brat?!"
"Well, I'd just like to point out here that you're the one who raised me, so... Just sayin'"
"As if I would bring you up to be such a complete moron! This is all self-
( ... )
Lunch with Arthur 2/3
anonymous
June 16 2010, 21:35:56 UTC
His hands unconsciously entangled in America's hair as the country's head bobbed, a hand at the base of his erection to work in unison with that brilliant tongue.
It was so good. Where on Earth had he learned to do that? England didn't want to consider the chance that it was France who taught him.
"Ah, yes! That-- Do THAT again, please!"
America removed his hand from England's cock, placing opposite it's twin on Arthur's hips. He took a moment to admire the gorgeous body writhing in pleasure on the table, his lips curling into a sinister smirk.
"Don't blame me if you have a heart attack, old man."
England didn't have time to retort as America was upon him once more, deep-throating his cock with an unrivaled expertise.
"Jesus!" He was seeing stars, wishing that his arms worked so he could reach out and grab one to show the world. It was magnificent, beautiful--
Until his vision was no longer steady and bursts of color overtook him.
"Mm, it's a wonder that you can't cook, you taste amazing." America mused as he licked his
( ... )
Lunch with Arthur 3/3
anonymous
June 16 2010, 21:38:53 UTC
One thrust and he was in completely, causing Arthur to call out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Despite any complaints from the brit, Alfred was going to wait for a moment to let him get used to it.
But, yea, only a moment.
He began a steady pace, biting his lip as he brought a hand to Arthur's hips once more. The other, however, found a new home under Arthur's left leg, lifting it up slightly to hit a new angle and--
"Ahh-- Alfred!! Nnghh!"
Yup. That's what he wanted to hear.
Alfred stoppped, leaning over to catch an erect nipple between his teeth.
"Oh, no! Did I hurt you? Should I stop?" He breathed against Arthur's skin, feigning worry for the smaller man beneath him.
He found humor in the fact that Arthur could barely form words at that moment.
"No! Don't stop! Never stop! Please, Alfred, please!"
"Don't stop? Don't stop what?" The young nation grinned as he backed up once more, beginning to rock against the other softly.
"That spot, please hit it again! Don't play dumb with me~ Ahhh!"
"You either fuck me on this table right now or you eat the food on it"
Alfred's choice is not easy to take *sarcasm*
Table!sex is hot anon!
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At least the plate they had been neatly placed on was cute. It was really all this lunch had doing for it.
It was obvious that England was not a happy person right now. Out of the kindness of his heart, he had allowed America to barge into his home, completely uninvited, and now he was being treated like dirt. How like an American to come into the home of one of his friends and start causing trouble.
However, what America failed to realize was that he wasn't just pissing any old Brit off; he was purposely causing a former-pirate to go into anger mode.
Apparently America liked trouble.
"You git; who do you think you are, coming into my home and acting like a spoiled brat?!"
"Well, I'd just like to point out here that you're the one who raised me, so... Just sayin'"
"As if I would bring you up to be such a complete moron! This is all self- ( ... )
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It was so good. Where on Earth had he learned to do that? England didn't want to consider the chance that it was France who taught him.
"Ah, yes! That-- Do THAT again, please!"
America removed his hand from England's cock, placing opposite it's twin on Arthur's hips. He took a moment to admire the gorgeous body writhing in pleasure on the table, his lips curling into a sinister smirk.
"Don't blame me if you have a heart attack, old man."
England didn't have time to retort as America was upon him once more, deep-throating his cock with an unrivaled expertise.
"Jesus!" He was seeing stars, wishing that his arms worked so he could reach out and grab one to show the world. It was magnificent, beautiful--
Until his vision was no longer steady and bursts of color overtook him.
"Mm, it's a wonder that you can't cook, you taste amazing." America mused as he licked his ( ... )
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But, yea, only a moment.
He began a steady pace, biting his lip as he brought a hand to Arthur's hips once more. The other, however, found a new home under Arthur's left leg, lifting it up slightly to hit a new angle and--
"Ahh-- Alfred!! Nnghh!"
Yup. That's what he wanted to hear.
Alfred stoppped, leaning over to catch an erect nipple between his teeth.
"Oh, no! Did I hurt you? Should I stop?" He breathed against Arthur's skin, feigning worry for the smaller man beneath him.
He found humor in the fact that Arthur could barely form words at that moment.
"No! Don't stop! Never stop! Please, Alfred, please!"
"Don't stop? Don't stop what?" The young nation grinned as he backed up once more, beginning to rock against the other softly.
"That spot, please hit it again! Don't play dumb with me~ Ahhh!"
Okay, so he had his ( ... )
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/claps
/wipes nosebleed
/changes panties
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Hot.
*fails*
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I'll be in my bunk.
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