A Simple Request
Title: A Simple Request
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: UK/US
Rating: NC-17/M
Summary: Alfred has a simple request but can't bring himself to ask for it. (I really wish this had a plot...I really do but it doesn't)
Notes: This was done for nasty_show, which is why it fails XD
Grabbing a small, black towel, Alfred wrapped it around his waist with great difficulty, tucking it in and moving slightly to test whether it stayed up. It did; barely though, hanging so low on his waist that small golden curls peeking out from under the fluffy fabric.
He was clean and had spent longer in the shower than he ever had before. Even when he masturbated in there, he was fast. Even when he fucked Arthur against the tiles, he was quicker. But this time, he had done nothing but clean himself. Clean himself...thoroughly.
With a hint of red now in his cheeks, he stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes instantly on the bed. Well, not bed, more on what was on the bed. The sight he was greeted with shouldn’t have been so sexy. On paper, it wasn’t. What was sexy about a man lying on a bed, wearing a shirt, boxers and socks? What was sexy about dull glazed eyes fixated on the TV? What was sexy about the way a man reached down and scratched his stomach and his...
He shook his head, swaggering across the room, clearing his throat as he arrived at the side of the bed. Of course, when it was established that such things were not sexy, the fine specimen before him was clearly never taken into consideration. Arthur had the uncanny ability to make everything sexy. Hell, he was certain he had even been slightly turned on watching the man trim his toe nails...
“What the bloody hell are you staring at?” Arthur barked, not taking his eyes off the television.
He couldn’t complain about Arthur watching it. After all, he had installed it after he realised that the play-offs would be aired in England in the middle of the night...and he couldn’t miss them, but he also didn’t want to miss out on the chance to cuddle Arthur so naturally, a television at the end of the bed was the only solution.
But when he had walked out of the bathroom, dripping wet and practically naked, he demanded a certain level of attention and right now, he was getting none. He doubted that Arthur had even clocked his appearance, and if he had...well, that was even worse.
“Are you going to watch that television all night?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips before letting them drop to his side. He was on edge and he had every right to be. He had just spent the good part of an hour in the bathroom preening himself...and Arthur wasn’t even looking at him.
Arthur shrugged, throwing the remote to one side, still not taking his eyes off the screen. “Maybe. What’s it to you? It’s my house, my bed and my television. I don’t ever say anything when you-” His voice was cut off as he turned his head to investigate the strange sound coming from Alfred.
Alfred knew it would be the only way to get his attention. As much as Arthur insisted on denying it, the man had a one track mind when it came to Alfred. As much as he would insist that he was with Alfred for his sense of humour, his personality....Alfred knew that he was mainly with him because of his body and youthful stamina.
He kicked the towel to one side, running his hands down his body for a moment before he raised them in the air and settled them behind his head. He smirked as he noticed Arthur’s mouth slightly agape, his eyes greedily taking in his naked body. He wasn’t ashamed of how he was already half hard from just looking at Arthur.
“Got your attention now, don’t I?”
Arthur simply nodded in response, his right hand blindly searching for the remote and switching the television off.
“Thought as much,” he mumbled, stalking around the bed and carefully flopping down (he had learnt to be careful as to where and how he jumped onto beds when he was aroused). He knew what he wanted but he was unsure as to how to ask for it.
He gazed over at Arthur, watching him shift onto his knees. Quickly, Arthur was out of view and he felt the older man sit on the back of his thighs, his hands instantly on his back.
A massage. He could easily turn that into what he wanted...he just had to stay on his front.
He let out a small moan as he felt Arthur’s hands run up and down his still damp back, gently applying pressure in all the right spots. He was enjoying it but he still couldn’t relax and it was only a matter of time before Arthur would pick up on it.
And he did. Almost instantly.
“Is something wrong, Alfred?” Arthur asked, leaning forward.
Alfred didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he waited. Waited long enough to feel Arthur press his lips to his back, moving lower with every kiss. It wasn’t until he felt his lips on his lower back that he turned his head slightly and said, in a lower whisper, “Lower.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Lower?”
Nodding, Alfred felt his face go bright red. “Kiss me... lower...”
He watched as a wicked grin replaced Arthur’s confused frown. He could only watch over his shoulder as Arthur moved his lips lower down, placing one kiss to each of his cheeks before he ran his tongue down the crease of his ass, moving tantalisingly near where he wanted the tongue but never arriving.
“I didn’t think my little Alfred would want such a thing...” He mumbled, moving up to kiss Alfred’s lower back once again. “My, I raised a perverted boy...Is this why you took so long in the shower? Were you preparing yourself for this?”
Alfred felt his face heat up even more. “D-Don’t tease me with words. Please, just....do it...”
He suddenly felt hands on his hips and his lower body was dragged up. To steady himself, he pushed his hands down, now on all fours. Before he could even say anything, he felt Arthur’s tongue trailing down his ass again, this time instead of teasing him with words, he was doing so with his tongue.
He felt his entire body tremble as he felt Arthur’s tongue push inside him, his hands threatening to give out under his own weight as his senses were flooded with the new sensation. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing back onto Arthur’s face, wanting more inside him, wanting Arthur’s tongue to move faster in and out.
“P-Please Arthur...” He moaned, hanging his head down and opening his eyes. From his angle, he could see his own erection just hanging there, already dripping. Arthur had barely done anything and he wanted to come. He pushed his body back further and closed his eyes, letting his moans fill the silence, uncaring as to what Arthur thought of him by now.
His eyes snapped back open again as he felt the hot sting of Arthur’s palm on his right cheek. He could only whimper slightly as his left cheek was hit with even more force.
“Stop pushing back on my fucking face, you twit,” Arthur spat viciously, slapping both red cheeks again before delving back inside the younger man with his tongue, this time twisting it inside Alfred.
“It’s too...” Alfred groaned, trying to keep himself still but finding it increasingly difficult as Arthur’s tongue probed inside him, forcing his orgasm to build higher and higher. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more of Arthur’s skilled tongue working his ass, kissing it like it was his mouth.
“Much? Does Alfred want to come?” Arthur said, his tongue still inside Alfred as he spoke.
Alfred nodded frantically, panting heavily as he tried to stave off his orgasm. However, he failed in withholding and before he could even ask Arthur to give him more; touch him; fuck him, he came, his own fluids shooting out onto the duvet beneath him. He stayed on all fours for a moment, panting heavily before his limbs finally failed him and he collapsed onto the bed, the warmth and wetness of his own orgasm causing him to groan embarrassingly. He could only flush an even deeper shade of red as Arthur slid up his body and began nuzzling his neck.
“Bloody hell, that was fast. Is my tongue really that good?” Arthur asked, running his tongue along Alfred’s ear, chuckling slightly as Alfred could only moan in response.
He remained still, shaking as Arthur continued to kiss his ear; his shoulders and his neck before he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his head back, crudely running his tongue up the side of Alfred’s face.
“Come on, darling. You’ve still got to service me. My hard-on isn’t going to go away on its own after the little show you put on,” Arthur drawled, sliding to the other side of the bed and sitting up, patting his lap with a smirk on his face. “I want you to ride me.”
Alfred wasn’t going to argue with him. He would have done anything for the other man. Anything. But he had requested something tame; something uncharacteristically vanilla but as he scrambled up and climbed into Arthur’s lap, he realised he wasn’t in the situation to question another man’s kinks.
“That’s a good boy...” Arthur remarked, pushing the waistband of his boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring forth. “Look down at it. Tell me how much you want it inside you.”
Alfred felt himself lost for words suddenly as he gazed at Arthur’s lust ridden face. Gazing down, he purposely licked his lips, savouring the moan emitted from the older man’s lips. “I want your cock inside me, Arthur. Please, let me put it inside me...”
Arthur smirked, reaching around Alfred’s waist and sliding not one, but two fingers easily inside him. “You’re already loose, right? Why don’t you just go ahead and sit on it.”
His words were crude, enough to make Alfred shudder slightly. “B-but...” He started but didn’t finish. True, he had already prepared himself in the shower and yes, Arthur’s mouth had left him dripping wet but they had never done such a thing without extra help from various products. That, and he would never admit this to Arthur, but he adored the sensation of Arthur fingering him; stretching him out and pressing inside him, finding that certain spot that made his toes curl and force his eyes to roll towards the back of his head.
He reached behind, taking hold of Arthur’s cock, unable to stop a small grin from creeping onto his face as Arthur let out a small moan from the simplest of touches. He rubbed the tip against his entrance, holding onto Arthur’s shoulder as he steadied himself before slowly lowering himself, holding his breath until he felt Arthur inside him completely.
“S-So big,” Alfred whimpered, closing his eyes tightly as he adjusted to the familiar sensation.
“There there,” Arthur mused, brushing his fingers across Alfred’s cheek. “Don’t go playing the innocent virgin like this.”
Alfred hung his head for a moment, waiting for Arthur to run his finger’s over his lips. The instant he did, Alfred took it upon himself to clamp down on the digit, smirking as Arthur yelped in pain and pushed his fingers through his lips.
“You’re a bad little boy, Alfred,” he sneered, forcing his fingers further into his mouth. “How about you move that fine arse of yours?”
Alfred circled his tongue around Arthur’s fingers. “Anything for you, papa,” he said with a grin, chuckling slightly as Arthur visibly shuddered. He leaned back, resting his palms on Arthur’s knees as he started moving, lifting his hips slowly before lowering himself again, meeting Arthur’s lazy thrusts.
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he continued to move, increasing his speed, keeping his eyes fixed on Arthur’s face. His flushed pale skin, his furrowed brows. He could hear soft moans fall from his thin lips every time he took Arthur’s cock inside himself; every time he clenched himself around Arthur’s erection.
“You like that?” Alfred asked, tightening himself as he arched his body up, his entire body tingling as he felt Arthur’s cock push into his prostate. He held his position, Arthur’s arousal half inside him. With very little movement, he found himself shaking as pleasure ran through his body, Arthur’s dick nudging his sweet spot over and over again.
Before he had a chance to take Arthur full in again, he found himself flat on his back, Arthur looming over him with a hungry expression on his face. He arched his entire body up as Arthur thrust mercilessly into him, his hands gripping his hips hard.
He threw back his head as Arthur leaned down and started kissing his neck, nibbling slightly on his skin. “Bite me,” he growled into Arthur’s ear, tugging on his lobe for emphasis.
As he felt teeth bite into his, he knew that he was once again fully aroused even though he had only just climaxed what felt like a moment ago. To make the situation even more embarrassing, he was once again close to finishing. He knew that if he came again before Arthur had a chance to come even once, he would never live it down.
“Hard again?” Arthur asked as he thrust deep inside Alfred, his stomach brushing against Alfred’s erection, forcing a long moan from the younger man.
Alfred could only nod against his shoulder, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s neck and pulling him closer so that his own cock was wedged between their two bodies, each movement on Arthur’s part now rubbing his arousal perfectly, creating a delicious friction that threatened to push him over the edge.
Nuzzling Arthur’s neck with his nose, he cleared his throat, lowering his voice so he could whisper “Please Arthur, I want you to come inside me.”
He felt the older man instantly tense up and only a second passed before he found himself slumped back on the bed, Arthur holding his leg up, clutching it as he thrust in faster than Alfred could have anticipated. His hands shot out to his sides, clutching at the bed sheet as he was suddenly overwhelmed by sheer ecstasy, his orgasm washing over him before he even had a chance to cry out. All he could do was lie there, writhing in bliss as Arthur continued to fuck him relentlessly, his fluids coating his own stomach, his body trembling and his breath hitching with every thrust.
He gazed up at Arthur through half-lidded eyes, his mouth dry as he continued to pant heavily. He tried to lick his own lips and failed, unable to even muster up to strength to close his mouth. He instantly thought of what a mess he must have looked; bright red, mouth wide open and covered in his own fluids.
Arthur’s eyes were feasting on his body though; on his expression and he felt his heart stop as Arthur closed his eyes and clutched his leg tightly. He felt warmth seeping inside him, Arthur’s thrusts sporadic and clumsy as he rode out his orgasm before letting out a long sigh and flopping on top Alfred, his softening cock remaining inside the younger man.
“You alright, old man?” Alfred asked, his mouth still dry until Arthur raised his own head and pressed their lips together, his tongue delving inside Alfred’s mouth, hydrating him instantly.
“Enough of the old man business,” Arthur murmured against his lips, lazily running his hands up and down Alfred’s sides. “And calling me ‘papa’ during sex? Really?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Alfred let out a slight laugh. “You loved that, didn’t you?”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “Sure, just like you loved my tongue up your arse,” he remarked quickly.
Alfred flushed bright red, pushing Arthur off him, groaning slightly as Arthur’s cock slid out of his body. “Don’t say it like that!” He yelled, pouting as he sat up and crossed his legs, staring at Arthur as he pulled his boxers back up and pulled his shirt back on. He could feel Arthur’s orgasm slowly seep out of him, but he refused to let on as to how delicious it felt. “For someone who claims to be an ‘English gentleman’, you use some disgusting words.”
Shrugging, Arthur leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss to Alfred’s cheek. “Sorry, darling. I’ll try not to be so vulgar in the future. Now, this old man has got to get some sleep...” He said, sliding under the duvet and settling down.
“Wait, what? I wanted another round!” He blurted out, scrambling over the bed and shaking Arthur. “Don’t go to sleep yet!” He shook Arthur more vigorously but he realised it was futile as he heard the familiar soft snores coming from his lover. Frustrated that he had been denied even a cuddle, he whacked Arthur on the head before sulkily sliding under the covers and facing away from Arthur.
It wasn’t a fight and come morning, Arthur would wake him up in the usual manner by ravishing his body again but still, to not even get a cuddle... He allowed his mind to shut down as he felt himself being lulled into the world of dreams. Before he drifted off, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his body and a pair of lips on his neck. Smiling to himself, he allowed himself to fall asleep.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: UK/US
Rating: NC-17/M
Summary: Alfred has a simple request but can't bring himself to ask for it. (I really wish this had a plot...I really do but it doesn't)
Notes: This was done for nasty_show, which is why it fails XD
Grabbing a small, black towel, Alfred wrapped it around his waist with great difficulty, tucking it in and moving slightly to test whether it stayed up. It did; barely though, hanging so low on his waist that small golden curls peeking out from under the fluffy fabric.
He was clean and had spent longer in the shower than he ever had before. Even when he masturbated in there, he was fast. Even when he fucked Arthur against the tiles, he was quicker. But this time, he had done nothing but clean himself. Clean himself...thoroughly.
With a hint of red now in his cheeks, he stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes instantly on the bed. Well, not bed, more on what was on the bed. The sight he was greeted with shouldn’t have been so sexy. On paper, it wasn’t. What was sexy about a man lying on a bed, wearing a shirt, boxers and socks? What was sexy about dull glazed eyes fixated on the TV? What was sexy about the way a man reached down and scratched his stomach and his...
He shook his head, swaggering across the room, clearing his throat as he arrived at the side of the bed. Of course, when it was established that such things were not sexy, the fine specimen before him was clearly never taken into consideration. Arthur had the uncanny ability to make everything sexy. Hell, he was certain he had even been slightly turned on watching the man trim his toe nails...
“What the bloody hell are you staring at?” Arthur barked, not taking his eyes off the television.
He couldn’t complain about Arthur watching it. After all, he had installed it after he realised that the play-offs would be aired in England in the middle of the night...and he couldn’t miss them, but he also didn’t want to miss out on the chance to cuddle Arthur so naturally, a television at the end of the bed was the only solution.
But when he had walked out of the bathroom, dripping wet and practically naked, he demanded a certain level of attention and right now, he was getting none. He doubted that Arthur had even clocked his appearance, and if he had...well, that was even worse.
“Are you going to watch that television all night?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips before letting them drop to his side. He was on edge and he had every right to be. He had just spent the good part of an hour in the bathroom preening himself...and Arthur wasn’t even looking at him.
Arthur shrugged, throwing the remote to one side, still not taking his eyes off the screen. “Maybe. What’s it to you? It’s my house, my bed and my television. I don’t ever say anything when you-” His voice was cut off as he turned his head to investigate the strange sound coming from Alfred.
Alfred knew it would be the only way to get his attention. As much as Arthur insisted on denying it, the man had a one track mind when it came to Alfred. As much as he would insist that he was with Alfred for his sense of humour, his personality....Alfred knew that he was mainly with him because of his body and youthful stamina.
He kicked the towel to one side, running his hands down his body for a moment before he raised them in the air and settled them behind his head. He smirked as he noticed Arthur’s mouth slightly agape, his eyes greedily taking in his naked body. He wasn’t ashamed of how he was already half hard from just looking at Arthur.
“Got your attention now, don’t I?”
Arthur simply nodded in response, his right hand blindly searching for the remote and switching the television off.
“Thought as much,” he mumbled, stalking around the bed and carefully flopping down (he had learnt to be careful as to where and how he jumped onto beds when he was aroused). He knew what he wanted but he was unsure as to how to ask for it.
He gazed over at Arthur, watching him shift onto his knees. Quickly, Arthur was out of view and he felt the older man sit on the back of his thighs, his hands instantly on his back.
A massage. He could easily turn that into what he wanted...he just had to stay on his front.
He let out a small moan as he felt Arthur’s hands run up and down his still damp back, gently applying pressure in all the right spots. He was enjoying it but he still couldn’t relax and it was only a matter of time before Arthur would pick up on it.
And he did. Almost instantly.
“Is something wrong, Alfred?” Arthur asked, leaning forward.
Alfred didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he waited. Waited long enough to feel Arthur press his lips to his back, moving lower with every kiss. It wasn’t until he felt his lips on his lower back that he turned his head slightly and said, in a lower whisper, “Lower.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Lower?”
Nodding, Alfred felt his face go bright red. “Kiss me... lower...”
He watched as a wicked grin replaced Arthur’s confused frown. He could only watch over his shoulder as Arthur moved his lips lower down, placing one kiss to each of his cheeks before he ran his tongue down the crease of his ass, moving tantalisingly near where he wanted the tongue but never arriving.
“I didn’t think my little Alfred would want such a thing...” He mumbled, moving up to kiss Alfred’s lower back once again. “My, I raised a perverted boy...Is this why you took so long in the shower? Were you preparing yourself for this?”
Alfred felt his face heat up even more. “D-Don’t tease me with words. Please, just....do it...”
He suddenly felt hands on his hips and his lower body was dragged up. To steady himself, he pushed his hands down, now on all fours. Before he could even say anything, he felt Arthur’s tongue trailing down his ass again, this time instead of teasing him with words, he was doing so with his tongue.
He felt his entire body tremble as he felt Arthur’s tongue push inside him, his hands threatening to give out under his own weight as his senses were flooded with the new sensation. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing back onto Arthur’s face, wanting more inside him, wanting Arthur’s tongue to move faster in and out.
“P-Please Arthur...” He moaned, hanging his head down and opening his eyes. From his angle, he could see his own erection just hanging there, already dripping. Arthur had barely done anything and he wanted to come. He pushed his body back further and closed his eyes, letting his moans fill the silence, uncaring as to what Arthur thought of him by now.
His eyes snapped back open again as he felt the hot sting of Arthur’s palm on his right cheek. He could only whimper slightly as his left cheek was hit with even more force.
“Stop pushing back on my fucking face, you twit,” Arthur spat viciously, slapping both red cheeks again before delving back inside the younger man with his tongue, this time twisting it inside Alfred.
“It’s too...” Alfred groaned, trying to keep himself still but finding it increasingly difficult as Arthur’s tongue probed inside him, forcing his orgasm to build higher and higher. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take much more of Arthur’s skilled tongue working his ass, kissing it like it was his mouth.
“Much? Does Alfred want to come?” Arthur said, his tongue still inside Alfred as he spoke.
Alfred nodded frantically, panting heavily as he tried to stave off his orgasm. However, he failed in withholding and before he could even ask Arthur to give him more; touch him; fuck him, he came, his own fluids shooting out onto the duvet beneath him. He stayed on all fours for a moment, panting heavily before his limbs finally failed him and he collapsed onto the bed, the warmth and wetness of his own orgasm causing him to groan embarrassingly. He could only flush an even deeper shade of red as Arthur slid up his body and began nuzzling his neck.
“Bloody hell, that was fast. Is my tongue really that good?” Arthur asked, running his tongue along Alfred’s ear, chuckling slightly as Alfred could only moan in response.
He remained still, shaking as Arthur continued to kiss his ear; his shoulders and his neck before he ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his head back, crudely running his tongue up the side of Alfred’s face.
“Come on, darling. You’ve still got to service me. My hard-on isn’t going to go away on its own after the little show you put on,” Arthur drawled, sliding to the other side of the bed and sitting up, patting his lap with a smirk on his face. “I want you to ride me.”
Alfred wasn’t going to argue with him. He would have done anything for the other man. Anything. But he had requested something tame; something uncharacteristically vanilla but as he scrambled up and climbed into Arthur’s lap, he realised he wasn’t in the situation to question another man’s kinks.
“That’s a good boy...” Arthur remarked, pushing the waistband of his boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring forth. “Look down at it. Tell me how much you want it inside you.”
Alfred felt himself lost for words suddenly as he gazed at Arthur’s lust ridden face. Gazing down, he purposely licked his lips, savouring the moan emitted from the older man’s lips. “I want your cock inside me, Arthur. Please, let me put it inside me...”
Arthur smirked, reaching around Alfred’s waist and sliding not one, but two fingers easily inside him. “You’re already loose, right? Why don’t you just go ahead and sit on it.”
His words were crude, enough to make Alfred shudder slightly. “B-but...” He started but didn’t finish. True, he had already prepared himself in the shower and yes, Arthur’s mouth had left him dripping wet but they had never done such a thing without extra help from various products. That, and he would never admit this to Arthur, but he adored the sensation of Arthur fingering him; stretching him out and pressing inside him, finding that certain spot that made his toes curl and force his eyes to roll towards the back of his head.
He reached behind, taking hold of Arthur’s cock, unable to stop a small grin from creeping onto his face as Arthur let out a small moan from the simplest of touches. He rubbed the tip against his entrance, holding onto Arthur’s shoulder as he steadied himself before slowly lowering himself, holding his breath until he felt Arthur inside him completely.
“S-So big,” Alfred whimpered, closing his eyes tightly as he adjusted to the familiar sensation.
“There there,” Arthur mused, brushing his fingers across Alfred’s cheek. “Don’t go playing the innocent virgin like this.”
Alfred hung his head for a moment, waiting for Arthur to run his finger’s over his lips. The instant he did, Alfred took it upon himself to clamp down on the digit, smirking as Arthur yelped in pain and pushed his fingers through his lips.
“You’re a bad little boy, Alfred,” he sneered, forcing his fingers further into his mouth. “How about you move that fine arse of yours?”
Alfred circled his tongue around Arthur’s fingers. “Anything for you, papa,” he said with a grin, chuckling slightly as Arthur visibly shuddered. He leaned back, resting his palms on Arthur’s knees as he started moving, lifting his hips slowly before lowering himself again, meeting Arthur’s lazy thrusts.
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he continued to move, increasing his speed, keeping his eyes fixed on Arthur’s face. His flushed pale skin, his furrowed brows. He could hear soft moans fall from his thin lips every time he took Arthur’s cock inside himself; every time he clenched himself around Arthur’s erection.
“You like that?” Alfred asked, tightening himself as he arched his body up, his entire body tingling as he felt Arthur’s cock push into his prostate. He held his position, Arthur’s arousal half inside him. With very little movement, he found himself shaking as pleasure ran through his body, Arthur’s dick nudging his sweet spot over and over again.
Before he had a chance to take Arthur full in again, he found himself flat on his back, Arthur looming over him with a hungry expression on his face. He arched his entire body up as Arthur thrust mercilessly into him, his hands gripping his hips hard.
He threw back his head as Arthur leaned down and started kissing his neck, nibbling slightly on his skin. “Bite me,” he growled into Arthur’s ear, tugging on his lobe for emphasis.
As he felt teeth bite into his, he knew that he was once again fully aroused even though he had only just climaxed what felt like a moment ago. To make the situation even more embarrassing, he was once again close to finishing. He knew that if he came again before Arthur had a chance to come even once, he would never live it down.
“Hard again?” Arthur asked as he thrust deep inside Alfred, his stomach brushing against Alfred’s erection, forcing a long moan from the younger man.
Alfred could only nod against his shoulder, wrapping his arms around Arthur’s neck and pulling him closer so that his own cock was wedged between their two bodies, each movement on Arthur’s part now rubbing his arousal perfectly, creating a delicious friction that threatened to push him over the edge.
Nuzzling Arthur’s neck with his nose, he cleared his throat, lowering his voice so he could whisper “Please Arthur, I want you to come inside me.”
He felt the older man instantly tense up and only a second passed before he found himself slumped back on the bed, Arthur holding his leg up, clutching it as he thrust in faster than Alfred could have anticipated. His hands shot out to his sides, clutching at the bed sheet as he was suddenly overwhelmed by sheer ecstasy, his orgasm washing over him before he even had a chance to cry out. All he could do was lie there, writhing in bliss as Arthur continued to fuck him relentlessly, his fluids coating his own stomach, his body trembling and his breath hitching with every thrust.
He gazed up at Arthur through half-lidded eyes, his mouth dry as he continued to pant heavily. He tried to lick his own lips and failed, unable to even muster up to strength to close his mouth. He instantly thought of what a mess he must have looked; bright red, mouth wide open and covered in his own fluids.
Arthur’s eyes were feasting on his body though; on his expression and he felt his heart stop as Arthur closed his eyes and clutched his leg tightly. He felt warmth seeping inside him, Arthur’s thrusts sporadic and clumsy as he rode out his orgasm before letting out a long sigh and flopping on top Alfred, his softening cock remaining inside the younger man.
“You alright, old man?” Alfred asked, his mouth still dry until Arthur raised his own head and pressed their lips together, his tongue delving inside Alfred’s mouth, hydrating him instantly.
“Enough of the old man business,” Arthur murmured against his lips, lazily running his hands up and down Alfred’s sides. “And calling me ‘papa’ during sex? Really?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Alfred let out a slight laugh. “You loved that, didn’t you?”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “Sure, just like you loved my tongue up your arse,” he remarked quickly.
Alfred flushed bright red, pushing Arthur off him, groaning slightly as Arthur’s cock slid out of his body. “Don’t say it like that!” He yelled, pouting as he sat up and crossed his legs, staring at Arthur as he pulled his boxers back up and pulled his shirt back on. He could feel Arthur’s orgasm slowly seep out of him, but he refused to let on as to how delicious it felt. “For someone who claims to be an ‘English gentleman’, you use some disgusting words.”
Shrugging, Arthur leaned over the bed and pressed a kiss to Alfred’s cheek. “Sorry, darling. I’ll try not to be so vulgar in the future. Now, this old man has got to get some sleep...” He said, sliding under the duvet and settling down.
“Wait, what? I wanted another round!” He blurted out, scrambling over the bed and shaking Arthur. “Don’t go to sleep yet!” He shook Arthur more vigorously but he realised it was futile as he heard the familiar soft snores coming from his lover. Frustrated that he had been denied even a cuddle, he whacked Arthur on the head before sulkily sliding under the covers and facing away from Arthur.
It wasn’t a fight and come morning, Arthur would wake him up in the usual manner by ravishing his body again but still, to not even get a cuddle... He allowed his mind to shut down as he felt himself being lulled into the world of dreams. Before he drifted off, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his body and a pair of lips on his neck. Smiling to himself, he allowed himself to fall asleep.