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Alfred thought he might go quite mad. He was hard, almost painfully so, and Arthur was…nn-aaaah…Arthur still wasn’t touching him…ah!... anywhere near… He gasped as he felt Arthur’s hand tangle in dark blond curls, the fingers rolling and kneading his balls. The sensation sent waves of heated pleasure rolling up Alfred’s spine. By the Fathers, it felt good, but he wanted more.
“A-Arth…England, please…I…”
He could feel Arthur’s smirk from where the man’s lips were pressed into the soft underside of his jaw. “Impatient, are we?”
Alfred hissed as Arthur left a trail of sharp bites down his neck, nosing the scarlet fabric of the coat until it was half-hanging off of his shoulder. “Yes. Yes I am. Either touch me or fuck me, damnit, or I’ll flip us over and ride you into the ground."
That finally merited a response. Arthur sucked in a deep breath and leaned back, unbuttoning his jacket and flinging it over his shoulder to land somewhere out of sight, but it’s too slow, still too slow, for Alfred, who reached up to grab the front and collar of the immaculately pressed white dress shirt that Arthur wore and yanked. Buttons flew, pinging against the wooden floor as they landed. Arthur himself was pulled forward, overbalanced, and landed firmly against Alfred’s chest, hands falling to either side of his chest. Alfred took the golden opportunity presented to him and grabbed Arthur’s slim hips, thrusting upward, grinding against the bulge in the smaller Nation’s pants.
Arthur snarled, and with a bite to Alfred’s shoulder that would ache for days, but nevertheless caused Alfred to yelp and loosen his grip, slid to the side and upwards, standing shakily and shimmying out of his shoes and pants in record time before crouching before Alfred and spreading his legs, pausing for only a moment to give Alfred a smoldering up-and-down glance before shifting forward. Eagerly, Alfred canted his hips upward. Arthur supported him with one hand, the other reaching down to unceremoniously enter Alfred, a single finger breaching the tight ring of muscle, curling and extending. Stars flashed before the teen’s eyes, his hands clenching on Arthur’s scarred shoulders. A second finger now, and a third. The stretch and burn was glorious, exhilarating, but still not enough.
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For a second, he couldn’t hear Arthur breathe. Then he was there, right in his face. Arthur’s lips brushed his own with every reverently breathed word,
“Only you, my dearest Columbia…”
And then Arthur was fully sheathed inside him with one swift motion. A cry burst forth from Alfred’s throat as he was pounded into with merciless thrusts. He clamped down hard around Arthur, drawing a wanton moan from him as well. Lifting his still-booted feet, Alfred wrapped his long legs around Arthur’s waist, the soft leather of the boots gliding smoothly over defined hip bones before hooking together at the ankle, resting tightly in the curve of Arthur’s back. Arthur slowed his pace for a moment to rebalance, bringing one of his hands up and back to grab Alfred’s shin, kneading leather-encased muscle, in time with his thrusts as they came slower, but harder, deeper, until Alfred felt as if his entire being were filled, filled with Arthur, England, until he couldn’t tell whether he was States or Kingdom but very much United.
He buried his head in Arthur’s neck when he came, clasping him tight to his convulsing body with legs and arms and sheer will as Arthur gave a throaty roar and spilled his release inside of him, both of them collapsing in a limp, boneless heap, the red coat fanning out beneath them to frame their exhausted forms.
Alfred smiled as Arthur rested their foreheads together. Arthur grinned back “Had I known you were keeping this in your attic all this time, I might have brought over my own to match.”
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Anon, you are brillant. The acknowledgements of parts of America being territory, and the vital regions... not to mention the prose about being United.
Every spot is hit. EXCELLENT.
Not op
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Definitely bookmarking this. Brilliant piece, author!
Not OP as well.
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You hit so many of my kinks I don't even know what to do with myself.
Author!Anon you are just awesome. That is your synonym for making this incredibly hot and well written thing.
Captcha: 6 1/9 lilies
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I'm awesome? Really? AWESOME. *strikes a pose in America-cosplay*
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You've made me use HTML in a comment. THAT is how good this is.
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O_O YOU LIE. (Totes couldn't tell. Honestly, you avoid all the things that could have gone wrong and manage to add in some wonderful elements. Bonus points~!)
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This. THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN. OH GOD THE IMAGE.
Oh god this is so HOT.
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Arthur leaned back, resting his weight on Alfred's naked thighs. He smirked. "Oh? I should like to see yo...erk!"
Alfred had bucked his hips up, sending the lighter Nation to his back on the floor. With one hand on Arthur's chest and the other next to his head, effectively pinning the surprised ex-Empire in place, Alfred grinned. "Told 'ya so."
Arthur hissed at him and struggled, squirming between Alfred's legs and under his hand. Both groaned when the motion brought their erections together, the fabric of Arthur's pants scratching against the underside of Alfred's cock. The redcoat draped in folds around their hips, the ends of the coal-black facing barely dusting Arthur's sides. Alfred pressed down harder, stilling Arthur's movements while he proceeded to undo the older man's pants, not even bothering to remove the upper layers. Leaning down, he pressed a soft openmouthed kiss to a deep, ragged scar that trailed from Arthur's jaw into the hollow of his neck even as he dragged his pants and underwear off. "Are you ready?" he whispered into the pale-skinned throat.
He could feel Arthur's face heat up, but when he looked up he felt himself caught, his control of the situation slipping as he lost himself in Arthur's eyes, proud green demanding now, or have you lost your nerve? Alfred let out a nearly inaudible whimper and grasped his lover's hips, ready, ready, so ready...
In one quick slide of legs and hips, Arthur was buried to the hilt inside him. His booted heel scraped the outside of Arthur's thighs as the young Nation rose up and slammed back down again. Arthur moaned and reached up to grab Alfred's hips, pressing the scratchy wool into his skin even as he steadied him. Alfred let out a breathy laugh. "Too much for you, my king?"
"Don't make me tax you, boy."
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Did I mention that riding is my one huge weakness?
Because it is.
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THOSE LAST TWO LINES. THEY WERE BEYOND PERFECT.
Ace omake, writer!anon! 10/10~
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