Going Clubbing

[v1v3_l3_franc3]

Title Going to the Club
Pairing(s) Any that the participants want to write in, although I can tell you that Francis will be angling to seduce Alfred by the end of the night. Come on, come all!
Rating I’ll go up to any rating, but I think we have a few pretty young RP’ers here, so maybe try to keep it PG-13 or soft R (you can always take graphic

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[tru3_gentleman]

England could feel America's breath against his neck, hair standing on end from the sensation. He wasn't sure whether it was the look in America's eye or the alcohol but his mind fogged; England let his head drop so that his forehead rested on America's collar bone. America's skin felt cool against it.

"...maybe." He repeated. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

[patrioticpride]

"Whatever you want it to mean," he said, starting to move his body closer against Englands in time with the beat. He began sliding his hands down Arthur's sides again, his face tilted down into the other man's hair.

"And I thought we were here to dance?"

[tru3_gentleman]

England let out a startled bark of laughter at that and grinned. "That's exactly why we're here..." He let America lead the dancing, relaxing against him and giving him full control. His body wasn't stiff anymore as he let America guide him to the music, focusing on the beat of America's heart instead.

[patrioticpride]

England was moving against his body, and he couldn't help but relish the feel of it all. The way the other bodies in the room were pushing them together, and making the room feel so hot. It was awesome, if he could say so.

"Glad you agree.."

America slid his hands his hands to grip firmly on England's hips, feeling them sway side to side with the music. He dared gently sliding his hips across Arthur's, just as an experiment.-

[tru3_gentleman]

[[You're right, it is pervy D= It's a good thing I've got a bit of time to figure out how to reply XD]]

England could vaguely remember trying to start a puchup earlier over a little bump, but now that he was dancing with America he couldn't find it in himself to care what those around him were doing, even as the crowds pressed in, making the atmosphere stifling with more people pouring onto the dancefloor.

When he felt America change his hold on him he didn't think much of it as he continued to let the younger man guide his body. That is, until he felt America's position against him shift slightly. England's eyes grew wide and his head shot up, almost clipping the American's chin as he raised feverish green eyes to meet their blue counterparts.

[[*shot*]]

[patrioticpride]

The top of England's head narrowly missed his chin, and America leaned back in surprise. He tilted his head, giving a small smile.

"Yes~?"

Oho.

[tru3_gentleman]

[[ D= .... So mean!!!]]

England did not like the look of that smile; sure, it was only a small one (a far cry from the sly smirks he'd been on the receiving end of tonight) but there was mischief and... something he couldn't quite name hidden in the quirk of those lips and England had a feeling that it may spell trouble.
His own eyes narrowed suspiciously in response, but he didn't move away - even if he was drunk, he still had every intention on finding out *America's* intentions.
"It's... nothing."

[patrioticpride]

"I thought you were more..." Alfred smiled, rotating his hips forward and slowly grinding them against Arthur's, "...articulate... than that?" Instead of moving away, he froze there, the heat and their hips still pressed together. There was that small smile, but underneath, it was dying to grow into a full grin.

(Indeed, I am. 8D)

[tru3_gentleman]

England gasped. Well, that was certainly a very forward response. He tried to regain control of his voice, which was threatening to wobble in a very undignified manner. He managed - barely.
"I don't want to hear about being articulate from the one who's been butchering my language," England retorted, but his voice was soft and his tone didn't have much bite to it. His own lips had curled into a small smile, and his body stopped moving just as America's did.

[patrioticpride]

(-literally writing something extremely inappropriate at school. roflrofl.-)

Well, that was a nice sign. Alfred shifted slightly, the smirk growing. He slowly leaned down, so that their noses were touching.

And in his best, and surprisingly good, impersonation of Arthur's accent he chuckled, "'Ell, 'M sorry."

Please excuse the truly lustful look on his face, Mother England.

(8D WTF~)

[tru3_gentleman]

England could feel America's breath fanning across his lips as thier noses touched. He let one of his arms rise to drape over America's shoulder, lettting his fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He pulled America closer still, letting their foreheads touch too. "Cheeky bastard," he breathed. "You don't sound sorry at all."

[patrioticpride]

England was being a tease, he inwardly mumbled. Even if Alfred himself was being a pretty damn mean tease too, that didn't mean England had to be equally tease...y. He leaned closer still, the tips of their lips barely touching, his eyes nearly closed.

"..nope. Can't say I am..."

(8D bwaha.)

[tru3_gentleman]

England's lips fell into a smirk, letting his arms fall doown to his sides again and pulling himself away from America. "Well now, we can't have that..." His voice grew huskier as he continued. "...can we?"

[[=P]]

[patrioticpride]

(Oh, you tease!)

Alfred frowned, highly displeased at the sudden space. Screw being lustful and subtle.

"Well, of course we can," he grinned, slipping his hands behind Arthur and grabbing his ass, pulling it towards his own hips again.

"I'm awesome, after all."

[tru3_gentleman]

[[You started it! >=P]]

England let out an indignant squawk as he felt himself propel forwards, automatically bringing his hands forwards to brace himself. Standing flush against America, his hands on the taller man's chest, he rolled his eyes at the statement. England's cheeks grew red as he replied huffily, "Just don't let it get to your head."

He realised too late that he had still practically agreed to it.

[patrioticpride]

(Oho, BRINGIT~ /shot)

And let it all go to your groooiii--.. Yeah. Thought or no, England would probably kick him for that. He simply smirked, his grip on the other man's ass growing tighter.

"I won't, Artie, oh. I won't."

....Maybe.