usxuk Sweetheart Week Day One: Answering
Title: Answering
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Pairing(s): America/England
Word Count: 1116
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/Soft (cliche) sex, voyeurism (mentioned).
Summary: Sometimes, things happen that shouldn't. But sometimes, he should keep his mouth shut.
Alfred smiled warmly at Arthur, noting his impatience. He found it amusing, as Arthur often chastised him for not being patient. In a way, he relished the thought of making Arthur lose control, the thought of Arthur releasing his hold on his “gentleman ways” just for him.
It wasn’t time for him to have these thoughts, but he found himself amused by Arthur’s reaction. Before this, he would always have to listen to England whine and yell at him for reasons not obvious to him (but obvious to everyone else). He had to deal with the Brit’s “mood swings” (which he jokingly said was caused by his PMS, which earned him a lecture that he wished to never go through), and he also had to deal with him drunk (they’re not allowed to visit any bars within this state, and he’s almost certain that it’s an accomplishment; a bad one.)
He could hear Arthur whimper in disappointment as he had suddenly stopped-he quickly moved, trying to appease Arthur. He would readily admit that this was the only time he actually loved hearing Arthur whine and groan.
Alfred stopped suddenly; a devious thought entered his mind. Without even asking Arthur, without thinking about the effects, he changed their position. When a shocked moan left Arthur’s mouth, he immediately smiled warmly at him-it was nice to see that he could get something right.
He could see the need in Arthur’s eyes, telling him that he should move-in a way, it threatened him, telling him that Arthur would “bitch” at him if he didn’t move soon. Even then, he still felt an urge to wait, to see what Arthur would do if he wouldn’t move.
There was a pause, one that felt like it was hours long when in reality, only a few minutes had passed. Then Arthur moved, slowly lifting himself up, and slowly dropping himself onto Alfred’s cock. Slowly, but surely, he moved, creating a rhythm, a pace that he would attempt to follow.
Even though he didn’t want to, Alfred started to move with Arthur, rocking his hips up. A soft gasp, almost inaudible, left Arthur’s lips, and Alfred suddenly felt something sticky on him. At the same time, he felt his walls tighten, making him groan. He looked up to see Arthur’s head thrown back, eyes closed-that, in itself, was sexy.
Alfred couldn’t help but to smile as he came-he was glad that Arthur had condoms (he didn’t think that Arthur would be happy with semen coming out of his ass). He then released Arthur from his grip; he didn’t know when he had actually gripped Arthur’s hips, but he found his hands there.
Before Arthur could leave him alone (as always), he wrapped his arms around him. He chuckled softly as Arthur flushed slightly, but didn’t make any move to get away. Instead, Arthur let himself stay within his grip, and he smiled warmly at Arthur.
“Wasn’t that wonderful~?” He asked, sounding way too happy for his own good.
Arthur glared at him (but he could see that he didn’t really mean it) and muttered, “Leave it to you to mess up this moment.”
Alfred chuckled softly, letting Arthur have that one, if only because he was too happy to actually get into an argument with him. “Maybe we should try that position more often,” he suggested.
He could see the Brit blush, whether if it was out of indignation or embarrassment he would never know. “It would eventually lose its charm,” he heard Arthur mutter (it sounded like a pathetic excuse to both of them).
His eyes then widened, almost comically, as he suddenly remembered why he changed their position. “Did you notice our audience members?” He whispered.
Arthur blushed even more (and really, it was cute), and muttered, “I thought I heard a faint squeal somewhere.”
He chuckled as he pulled the Brit closer to him, and ruffled his hair. “Well, aren’t you lucky they couldn’t see your face~?”
Arthur then stared at him in shock. “You mean you made me ride you just because you didn’t want anyone to see?”
At that moment, Alfred couldn’t read his lover’s expression, and he feared that he may have crossed the line. Almost sheepishly, he replied with, “Yes.”
He could see Arthur’s expression soften into… love, and heard him murmured, “Thank you,” with feeling-it wasn’t like those times that Arthur was forced to come over to his place, and would thank him just out of common courtesy.
The relief he felt, though, made him brave, like he could do anything. So instead of going to sleep, like he had originally planned, he stated, “Kiss me.”
The flush on Arthur’s face (the one that had just disappeared only to make a reappearance) reminded him of Lovino, and Antonio cooing about how cute his “Lovi” looked whenever he blushed. In a way, he agreed with the Spaniard-whenever Arthur blushed, he looked even more adorable than usual-he just didn’t think Lovino was cute, especially since the Italian had taken a liking to swearing at both him and Arthur.
“And what if I do?” Arthur asked suddenly, still avoiding his gaze.
Alfred paused for a second-he didn’t think Arthur would actually consider obeying him, and he didn’t know what he’d give Arthur if he did. “You’ll love it,” was the answer he finally decided on.
Before he could lose his nerve, before Arthur could back down, he kissed Arthur slowly and passionately. He felt Arthur’s resistance at first, and was about to pull away, when he heard a sigh of pleasure escape him. He found them in an upright position; Arthur was sitting on top of him.
It was a long, chaste kiss that left him giddy-he felt as though he could take on anything and everything. That’s why, when Arthur curled up against him, he couldn’t help but to ask him.
“Will you marry me?” The words would change their lives, both of them not sure where exactly the question came from.
Arthur chuckled, allowing himself to gaze at the boy he loved, and considered his options. He could accept-not only did he love Alfred, but Alfred also understood him better than anyone else. He could deny-he wasn’t quite ready to settle down, and there were times that he wanted to leave because of the things that Alfred did.
Alfred’s stared at the sheets between his legs, thinking that the silence was Arthur’s way of rejecting him. So he was a bit shocked when Arthur’s hand tightened itself around his arm, telling him to look up.
It was then that Arthur told Alfred his answer.
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Pairing(s): America/England
Word Count: 1116
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/Soft (cliche) sex, voyeurism (mentioned).
Summary: Sometimes, things happen that shouldn't. But sometimes, he should keep his mouth shut.
Alfred smiled warmly at Arthur, noting his impatience. He found it amusing, as Arthur often chastised him for not being patient. In a way, he relished the thought of making Arthur lose control, the thought of Arthur releasing his hold on his “gentleman ways” just for him.
It wasn’t time for him to have these thoughts, but he found himself amused by Arthur’s reaction. Before this, he would always have to listen to England whine and yell at him for reasons not obvious to him (but obvious to everyone else). He had to deal with the Brit’s “mood swings” (which he jokingly said was caused by his PMS, which earned him a lecture that he wished to never go through), and he also had to deal with him drunk (they’re not allowed to visit any bars within this state, and he’s almost certain that it’s an accomplishment; a bad one.)
He could hear Arthur whimper in disappointment as he had suddenly stopped-he quickly moved, trying to appease Arthur. He would readily admit that this was the only time he actually loved hearing Arthur whine and groan.
Alfred stopped suddenly; a devious thought entered his mind. Without even asking Arthur, without thinking about the effects, he changed their position. When a shocked moan left Arthur’s mouth, he immediately smiled warmly at him-it was nice to see that he could get something right.
He could see the need in Arthur’s eyes, telling him that he should move-in a way, it threatened him, telling him that Arthur would “bitch” at him if he didn’t move soon. Even then, he still felt an urge to wait, to see what Arthur would do if he wouldn’t move.
There was a pause, one that felt like it was hours long when in reality, only a few minutes had passed. Then Arthur moved, slowly lifting himself up, and slowly dropping himself onto Alfred’s cock. Slowly, but surely, he moved, creating a rhythm, a pace that he would attempt to follow.
Even though he didn’t want to, Alfred started to move with Arthur, rocking his hips up. A soft gasp, almost inaudible, left Arthur’s lips, and Alfred suddenly felt something sticky on him. At the same time, he felt his walls tighten, making him groan. He looked up to see Arthur’s head thrown back, eyes closed-that, in itself, was sexy.
Alfred couldn’t help but to smile as he came-he was glad that Arthur had condoms (he didn’t think that Arthur would be happy with semen coming out of his ass). He then released Arthur from his grip; he didn’t know when he had actually gripped Arthur’s hips, but he found his hands there.
Before Arthur could leave him alone (as always), he wrapped his arms around him. He chuckled softly as Arthur flushed slightly, but didn’t make any move to get away. Instead, Arthur let himself stay within his grip, and he smiled warmly at Arthur.
“Wasn’t that wonderful~?” He asked, sounding way too happy for his own good.
Arthur glared at him (but he could see that he didn’t really mean it) and muttered, “Leave it to you to mess up this moment.”
Alfred chuckled softly, letting Arthur have that one, if only because he was too happy to actually get into an argument with him. “Maybe we should try that position more often,” he suggested.
He could see the Brit blush, whether if it was out of indignation or embarrassment he would never know. “It would eventually lose its charm,” he heard Arthur mutter (it sounded like a pathetic excuse to both of them).
His eyes then widened, almost comically, as he suddenly remembered why he changed their position. “Did you notice our audience members?” He whispered.
Arthur blushed even more (and really, it was cute), and muttered, “I thought I heard a faint squeal somewhere.”
He chuckled as he pulled the Brit closer to him, and ruffled his hair. “Well, aren’t you lucky they couldn’t see your face~?”
Arthur then stared at him in shock. “You mean you made me ride you just because you didn’t want anyone to see?”
At that moment, Alfred couldn’t read his lover’s expression, and he feared that he may have crossed the line. Almost sheepishly, he replied with, “Yes.”
He could see Arthur’s expression soften into… love, and heard him murmured, “Thank you,” with feeling-it wasn’t like those times that Arthur was forced to come over to his place, and would thank him just out of common courtesy.
The relief he felt, though, made him brave, like he could do anything. So instead of going to sleep, like he had originally planned, he stated, “Kiss me.”
The flush on Arthur’s face (the one that had just disappeared only to make a reappearance) reminded him of Lovino, and Antonio cooing about how cute his “Lovi” looked whenever he blushed. In a way, he agreed with the Spaniard-whenever Arthur blushed, he looked even more adorable than usual-he just didn’t think Lovino was cute, especially since the Italian had taken a liking to swearing at both him and Arthur.
“And what if I do?” Arthur asked suddenly, still avoiding his gaze.
Alfred paused for a second-he didn’t think Arthur would actually consider obeying him, and he didn’t know what he’d give Arthur if he did. “You’ll love it,” was the answer he finally decided on.
Before he could lose his nerve, before Arthur could back down, he kissed Arthur slowly and passionately. He felt Arthur’s resistance at first, and was about to pull away, when he heard a sigh of pleasure escape him. He found them in an upright position; Arthur was sitting on top of him.
It was a long, chaste kiss that left him giddy-he felt as though he could take on anything and everything. That’s why, when Arthur curled up against him, he couldn’t help but to ask him.
“Will you marry me?” The words would change their lives, both of them not sure where exactly the question came from.
Arthur chuckled, allowing himself to gaze at the boy he loved, and considered his options. He could accept-not only did he love Alfred, but Alfred also understood him better than anyone else. He could deny-he wasn’t quite ready to settle down, and there were times that he wanted to leave because of the things that Alfred did.
Alfred’s stared at the sheets between his legs, thinking that the silence was Arthur’s way of rejecting him. So he was a bit shocked when Arthur’s hand tightened itself around his arm, telling him to look up.
It was then that Arthur told Alfred his answer.