how America takes his tea [1/2]
anonymous
May 5 2009, 03:19:13 UTC
Arthur should have realized something was amiss when Alfred didn’t complain about the scones; only he can’t recall if Alfred actually ate one. He’d been far too focused on how pleasant everything had been. The table by the western window had been bathed in sunlight; warmth had spread through his body as he raised his cup - his finest tea set, used at Alfred’s insistence - the smell of his favourite Darjeeling infusing the air. And it wasn’t that Arthur had tuned Alfred out, oh no, he had listened intently to the crescendo of the other’s voice. Felt each dip in tone as his eyes fell shut and he swooned partially - only Alfred had caught him, hot hands on shoulders and-
Arthur can’t remember who initiated the kiss, but he’s willing to sacrifice the details. The area rug is soft against his cheek and now everything is warm, head to toe, Alfred laying the most delicious path of kisses across his backside
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*blushes like crazy* O////O-oh my! Th-that's exactly what I wanted! Um, I'm just going to bookmark this if it's okay...Thank you so much, author! Yyou made my day. Ano, I need a cup of tea now...
Arthur can’t remember who initiated the kiss, but he’s willing to sacrifice the details. The area rug is soft against his cheek and now everything is warm, head to toe, Alfred laying the most delicious path of kisses across his backside ( ... )
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Wonderful fill, anon. I'll never look at tea the same way again. ♥
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...either way, it was just........that was wonderful.
Last line, oh god. XD
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Arthur would never look at his finest tea set in the same light ever again. Kinky bastards <33
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(drugs? oh, al... XP )
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Thus, this anon would love-love-love to see a sequel, with sober Arthur as well! ♥
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