Part 8; Your fill has arrived
anonymous
September 7 2009, 10:59:50 UTC
“Arthur…” Alfred breathed softly as shudders of pleasure coursed through him. He slid further down the Brit’s chest, licking at random patches of skin before circling Arthur’s navel slowly, flicking his tongue into the small hole. He felt the tremors in Arthur’s muscles before he heard the noise of pleasure, and continued to slide his tongue in and around the hole. Arthur’s soft mewling moans, and the fingers kneading his hair were more than enough to tell him the action was appreciated. Arthur gently pushed on Alfred’s head, hoping it would give the young American the idea to continue south. “Alfred, lower…” Arthur said softly, pressing down with a bit more pressure. Alfred moved lower, though much to Arthur’s dismay, completely bypassed the Brit’s obvious erection and instead began to nibble and lick his inner thighs. Arthur’s breath caught, and he let out a soft moan in spite of wanting to pull the blonde’s head up and force him to pay attention to his need for release. About to voice his complaint to the impudent young American, Arthur was stopped by an involuntary moan. Alfred had run his tongue over the length of Arthur’s cock, and repeating it had forced the same moan to come out of the Brit once again. “A-Alfred...!” Arthur insisted again, wriggling his hips in agitation when the American sat back and looked at him with a teasing, knowing look. “Yes, Arthur? Is there something you want?” He saw the man below him pale, sensing that Alfred wasn’t going to let him get away with just saying his name and hoping the blonde would go where he wanted. “Something…I…Of course there Is, you bloody twat. Just do it and stop playing around!” Arthur fumed as he glared up at Alfred, noting the hints of amusement and desire he found on that face. “Oh? Then what is it?” Alfred teased softly, his hands gently stroking the base of Arthur’s erection. “A-Ahhhn…Fuck me…Please, Alfred.” Arthur relented only after the young man had begun to lick the sensitive tip of the shaft, his lips wrapped around the head every so often to follow with a soft suck. Looking up slowly, bright, glowing blue eyes locked with green, hazy ones. Arthur’s cheeks flushed a bit more; Seeing the younger nation in such a position was both arousing and embarrassing for him. Alfred blinked, feeling the thick, rigid warmth in his mouth twitch a bit. He hummed a little, sucking long and hard on the Brit’s throbbing erection. Arthur’s voice was heavy with pleasure as Alfred bobbed up and down, his hips bucking just a little. “Please, please…F-Fuck me, fuck me…” Arthur gasped, arching up a bit as Alfred sucked hard and pulled back. “Lift your legs, then.” Alfred said before stepping back, grabbing something from his jacket. Arthur paused a moment, noting that what he had grabbed was lube. It bothered the older nation a bit, that someone like Alfred actually carried that with him. Arthur leaned back with a slight shake of his head. It shouldn’t bother him, and he supposed it wasn’t a bad thing that his former colony was an experienced man. It was better for Arthur that the blonde was not a virgin. It meant that he would be able to tell the little things that would feel better than others, and that they didn’t have to worry about being slow, or sloppy. Alfred was ready before Arthur was done musing, and he gasped when he felt a cool, slick finger slide inside his ass. This caused the older man to gasp in surprise more than anything else, his body arching back against the other on its own. Arthur bit his lip, wriggling his hips as Alfred slipped a second inside. Arthur moaned softly, green eyes closing slowly as he gave himself fully to the feeling of Alfred’s fingers inside him, shifting, searching, touching, brushing… “A-Ah! Alfred!” Arthur arched sharply, eyes widening before they closed sharply. “Please! Fuck! That spot…Again!”
Part 9; Your fill has arrived
anonymous
September 7 2009, 11:06:10 UTC
Alfred curled his fingers a bit, running them roughly over that bundle of sensitive nerves, the one that was making the Brit beg for his touch. He added a third finger quickly, and as he thrust them forwards again he slammed them against the sensitive spot. Arthur nearly screamed with pleasure, throwing his head back. That pleasure was the reason he didn’t mind so much that Alfred was not a virgin. He would have enjoyed it no matter what, not only was it sex but it was Alfred. The fact that the blonde American knew what he was doing made it so much more rewarding. “I think you’re ready, don’t you, Arthur?” Alfred said softly as he let his fingers slide out from the older male’s ass. Alfred paused a moment and when Arthur looked to see why his eyes widened in shock. Alfred had grabbed a nearby cue stick. Their eyes locked, and the corner of Alfred’s lips twitched up a bit to smirk at the look on Arthur’s face. The Brit felt the warmth in his cheeks at the other’s smirk, though he was unable to ignore the cue stick in the blonde’s hand. When Alfred made it clear what he was going to do with it, Arthur closed his eyes and shuddered. The idea wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Still, Arthur wasn’t sure if he liked the fact it was not the American’s cock he was going to be fucked with. He didn’t have the chance to complain, because the thick end of the cue stick was being pressed against his entrance, sliding in slowly. Alfred watched the older male closely while he penetrated him, the cue stick disappearing inside the Brit slowly. Arthur was stuck between noises of pleasure, pain, and other, milder discomfort. He was not used to the feeling of smooth, hard wood sliding inside him. It wasn’t until Alfred slid the stick back that Arthur let out a moan, the volume rising a bit as the younger man thrust it back in quickly. Arthur’s hips rocked back, the slight but dull ache that followed didn’t matter. He was all but lost to the feeling of the foreign object moving in and out of him. Alfred moved one hand to stroke Arthur’s cock in time with the thrusts of the cue stick, being granted a loud cry of pleasure as a result. Arthur’s eyes glazed over, blind with passion, and it was all he could do to keep moving his hips with Alfred’s thrusting. Yes, it was much better that the young nation had some experience beforehand, though the cue stick was an unexpected addition. The only element missing was the striking of one spot inside him. Alfred brushed it every so often with a thrust, and Arthur whimpered softly. “To…To the left…” He managed to get out, his voice soft and breathy, with an airy quality about it. Alfred paused a moment, his rhythm faltering before a light of recognition passed over his face. He understood what the Brit was doing, telling him to hit the spot that made him almost scream when brushed by slippery, gloved fingertips. The next thrust inside was exactly what Arthur had been craving, and he nearly screamed with pleasure when Alfred hit that spot rough and quick. “Alfred! Yes, oh, bloody hell, yes!” Arthur breathed as he gripped the table below him, nails scraping across the surface roughly. “Right there…Keep…Fucking me …Slam it inside me…Hit that spot, and break me, you git...” Alfred continued to fuck Arthur with the cue stick, now hitting that spot on every forward motion. The older male writhed and panted, making noises the younger could have never imagined coming from the Brit. Alfred looked across the table, noticing the coloured balls scattered here and there. While Arthur was distracted, he grabbed one and regarded it with a smug grin. It was the eight ball, the same one Arthur had been cursing earlier. This would serve its purpose quite well. Sliding the cue stick out of the older man entirely, Alfred began to apply more lube to the already stretched and quivering hole. Arthur looked up in curiosity, wondering if he had perhaps over estimated the young man’s ability. Alfred shifted the other’s short legs, pushing them back a bit. Arthur heaved a sigh of relief, sure that the American would do just fine. When he felt something hard and round press against him then begin to slide inside however, he let out a yelp. A billiard ball?! A BLOODY BILLIARD BALL?!
He slid further down the Brit’s chest, licking at random patches of skin before circling Arthur’s navel slowly, flicking his tongue into the small hole. He felt the tremors in Arthur’s muscles before he heard the noise of pleasure, and continued to slide his tongue in and around the hole. Arthur’s soft mewling moans, and the fingers kneading his hair were more than enough to tell him the action was appreciated. Arthur gently pushed on Alfred’s head, hoping it would give the young American the idea to continue south.
“Alfred, lower…” Arthur said softly, pressing down with a bit more pressure.
Alfred moved lower, though much to Arthur’s dismay, completely bypassed the Brit’s obvious erection and instead began to nibble and lick his inner thighs. Arthur’s breath caught, and he let out a soft moan in spite of wanting to pull the blonde’s head up and force him to pay attention to his need for release. About to voice his complaint to the impudent young American, Arthur was stopped by an involuntary moan. Alfred had run his tongue over the length of Arthur’s cock, and repeating it had forced the same moan to come out of the Brit once again.
“A-Alfred...!” Arthur insisted again, wriggling his hips in agitation when the American sat back and looked at him with a teasing, knowing look.
“Yes, Arthur? Is there something you want?” He saw the man below him pale, sensing that Alfred wasn’t going to let him get away with just saying his name and hoping the blonde would go where he wanted.
“Something…I…Of course there Is, you bloody twat. Just do it and stop playing around!” Arthur fumed as he glared up at Alfred, noting the hints of amusement and desire he found on that face.
“Oh? Then what is it?” Alfred teased softly, his hands gently stroking the base of Arthur’s erection.
“A-Ahhhn…Fuck me…Please, Alfred.” Arthur relented only after the young man had begun to lick the sensitive tip of the shaft, his lips wrapped around the head every so often to follow with a soft suck.
Looking up slowly, bright, glowing blue eyes locked with green, hazy ones. Arthur’s cheeks flushed a bit more; Seeing the younger nation in such a position was both arousing and embarrassing for him. Alfred blinked, feeling the thick, rigid warmth in his mouth twitch a bit. He hummed a little, sucking long and hard on the Brit’s throbbing erection. Arthur’s voice was heavy with pleasure as Alfred bobbed up and down, his hips bucking just a little.
“Please, please…F-Fuck me, fuck me…” Arthur gasped, arching up a bit as Alfred sucked hard and pulled back.
“Lift your legs, then.” Alfred said before stepping back, grabbing something from his jacket.
Arthur paused a moment, noting that what he had grabbed was lube. It bothered the older nation a bit, that someone like Alfred actually carried that with him. Arthur leaned back with a slight shake of his head. It shouldn’t bother him, and he supposed it wasn’t a bad thing that his former colony was an experienced man. It was better for Arthur that the blonde was not a virgin. It meant that he would be able to tell the little things that would feel better than others, and that they didn’t have to worry about being slow, or sloppy.
Alfred was ready before Arthur was done musing, and he gasped when he felt a cool, slick finger slide inside his ass. This caused the older man to gasp in surprise more than anything else, his body arching back against the other on its own. Arthur bit his lip, wriggling his hips as Alfred slipped a second inside. Arthur moaned softly, green eyes closing slowly as he gave himself fully to the feeling of Alfred’s fingers inside him, shifting, searching, touching, brushing…
“A-Ah! Alfred!” Arthur arched sharply, eyes widening before they closed sharply. “Please! Fuck! That spot…Again!”
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“I think you’re ready, don’t you, Arthur?” Alfred said softly as he let his fingers slide out from the older male’s ass.
Alfred paused a moment and when Arthur looked to see why his eyes widened in shock. Alfred had grabbed a nearby cue stick. Their eyes locked, and the corner of Alfred’s lips twitched up a bit to smirk at the look on Arthur’s face. The Brit felt the warmth in his cheeks at the other’s smirk, though he was unable to ignore the cue stick in the blonde’s hand. When Alfred made it clear what he was going to do with it, Arthur closed his eyes and shuddered. The idea wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
Still, Arthur wasn’t sure if he liked the fact it was not the American’s cock he was going to be fucked with. He didn’t have the chance to complain, because the thick end of the cue stick was being pressed against his entrance, sliding in slowly. Alfred watched the older male closely while he penetrated him, the cue stick disappearing inside the Brit slowly. Arthur was stuck between noises of pleasure, pain, and other, milder discomfort. He was not used to the feeling of smooth, hard wood sliding inside him. It wasn’t until Alfred slid the stick back that Arthur let out a moan, the volume rising a bit as the younger man thrust it back in quickly.
Arthur’s hips rocked back, the slight but dull ache that followed didn’t matter. He was all but lost to the feeling of the foreign object moving in and out of him. Alfred moved one hand to stroke Arthur’s cock in time with the thrusts of the cue stick, being granted a loud cry of pleasure as a result.
Arthur’s eyes glazed over, blind with passion, and it was all he could do to keep moving his hips with Alfred’s thrusting. Yes, it was much better that the young nation had some experience beforehand, though the cue stick was an unexpected addition. The only element missing was the striking of one spot inside him. Alfred brushed it every so often with a thrust, and Arthur whimpered softly.
“To…To the left…” He managed to get out, his voice soft and breathy, with an airy quality about it.
Alfred paused a moment, his rhythm faltering before a light of recognition passed over his face. He understood what the Brit was doing, telling him to hit the spot that made him almost scream when brushed by slippery, gloved fingertips. The next thrust inside was exactly what Arthur had been craving, and he nearly screamed with pleasure when Alfred hit that spot rough and quick.
“Alfred! Yes, oh, bloody hell, yes!” Arthur breathed as he gripped the table below him, nails scraping across the surface roughly. “Right there…Keep…Fucking me …Slam it inside me…Hit that spot, and break me, you git...”
Alfred continued to fuck Arthur with the cue stick, now hitting that spot on every forward motion. The older male writhed and panted, making noises the younger could have never imagined coming from the Brit. Alfred looked across the table, noticing the coloured balls scattered here and there. While Arthur was distracted, he grabbed one and regarded it with a smug grin. It was the eight ball, the same one Arthur had been cursing earlier. This would serve its purpose quite well.
Sliding the cue stick out of the older man entirely, Alfred began to apply more lube to the already stretched and quivering hole. Arthur looked up in curiosity, wondering if he had perhaps over estimated the young man’s ability. Alfred shifted the other’s short legs, pushing them back a bit. Arthur heaved a sigh of relief, sure that the American would do just fine. When he felt something hard and round press against him then begin to slide inside however, he let out a yelp. A billiard ball?! A BLOODY BILLIARD BALL?!
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