Alfred gave a weak laugh, touching his red cheek in shock. “Fuck, Arthur, sorry. I know you’d rather I have fancier taste, but I have to watch my money.”
“You idiot,” Arthur murmured. “This isn’t about that, this is about you smoking tobacco at all.”
Albert gave a high, piercing laugh. “What are you on about, England? There’s nothing wrong with tobacco.” He raised the rolled up tube to his lips again, inhaling and breathing it out again, directly at Arthur’s face.
Arthur swiftly grabbed it from him.
“Hey,” Alfred said, lunging at his hand. “Give that back!”
Arthur grabbed him quickly, twisting his arm behind his back. Alfred groaned in pain, as Arthur, pressed behind him, leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“What’s wrong with it? It’s expensive as all hell, for one. And I’ve seen people become absolutely enthralled with it, smoking it more and more often as they waste all of their money on it. It takes over their life. And it’s theorized to be very dangerous and have negative affects on health, especially for youths--”
Alfred laughed again, breathing harshly. “That’s some ridiculous rumor dreamt up by the Scottish. It figures that you’d believe it--”
“It smells terrible,” Arthur continued, jerking him swiftly. “It must taste even worse, I don’t know how you’d stand it--”
And suddenly an arm wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him down. And Alfred’s head was leaning back, and he roughly pressed Arthur’s lips against his. And his tongue darted at his lips, opening them. And the brat breathed into his mouth, filling it with smoke. Arthur nearly coughed, jerking back.
And Alfred turns around to him. He’s grabbed the cigarette back from him, and Arthur hardly notices until Alfred comes towards him and grabs his jaw. He takes a moment to take a long drag on the cigarette, breathing it out at Arthur again. Then suddenly Alfred is pressing the cigarette to his lips.
“Just inhale some, Arthur, just see what it’s like,” Alfred coos, and his smile was suddenly seductive. And for a moment Arthur was tempted, because the image of Alfred inhaling the smoke is sensual, more than it should be. It’s more erotic than anything involving that disgusting smell should be.
And he pulls Alfred’s hand away, finally, refusing to breathe in the smoke. He hesitantly presses the tobacco to Alfred’s lips, wanting to see that look again. And it happens. Alfred’s eyes flutter closed as Arthur presses it to his lips, and he breathes in, as if it were pure ecstacy.
And then it was ruined, when a bit of smoke is breathed back out. That smell filled his nostrils, and he was angry again, angrier than he was before. He snatched the blasted thing and yanks Alfred to the ground.
He had half the mind the burn the thing out on Alfred’s body. He could do it, Alfred’s body was his, and he could do what he wanted with it.
Alfred seemed to realize the possibility, and murmured, “England, don’t.”
Suddenly he’s no longer Arthur, but England. This title gave him more power, more respect.
It was enough for him to drop the remains of the handmade cigarette to the ground, instead pressing his boot to Alfred’s stomach.
“You’re an atrocity,” he said, “a damned disgrace.”
Alfred smiled sadly and meekly said, “Come on, England. You don’t really think that--”
“I don’t? What else am I supposed to think about a colony of mine that refuses to pay the debts it has, to raise its taxes to half of what my people pay. And you sit around, showing up late for meetings and smoking that damned tobacco. You can’t even dress properly. You’re a stupid, spoiled child that can’t take care of yourself, but has the nerve to act like you don’t need me!”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered slowly, looking up at him. “I’m sorry, England.” He suddenly became soft and submissive, and Arthur raised his foot off of him. Then Alfred raised up, to hug him desperately.
And he’s shaking. Arthur considers the idea that he’s gone to far. But isn’t it all true? Alfred deserved to be put in his place.
But perhaps it was better to calm him down.
“Now, now,” he murmurs, petting Alfred’s head. “Don’t get upset. Just improve. Just pay your debts, become more respectful and punctual, and put a little more effort into your appearance.”
And Alfred is nodding, like a good, obedient boy. Then he asks, lightly, “What about the tobacco?”
He is about to say no, about to tell Alfred to stop smoking it. But he has an idea, and turns to Alfred, saying, “Where do you keep it?”
Alfred paused, then said, “In that box, on the table.” Hs eyes turn towards the table behind them, and Arthur follows his gaze, before going to pick up the box. He takes one of the handmade cigarettes out of the box, before turning back to Alfred.
“I’ll keep possession of this box. Is that clear?” Alfred nods, though he looks at the cigarette in his hand with longing.
Arthur continued. “I’ll make a deal with you, Alfred. I want you to improve in the way you conduct yourself. No more silly attempts at rebellion. And in return,” he smiled at the now curious nation, “you can have one of these, every once in a while. If you behave yourself.”
And it was wrong, he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be exploiting what was obviously a growing obsession with tobacco to keep control over Alfred. But it was too tempting.
Alfred agreed, nodding his head and moving towards Arthur. “Can I have that one now?” he asked hesitantly.
A smirk grew on Arthur’s face. “I’m not sure, Alfred. You haven’t done much to prove your loyalty yet.”
Alfred was silent for a moment. Then he looked up at Arthur in desperation, saying, “I can prove it now. Ask me to do anything, I’ll do it.”
Did he even realize what he was saying? Arthur’s mind raced, wondering if Alfred would really-he had kissed him earlier, even though it was simply to taunt him. Maybe he did want it.
And if he didn’t, Arthur reminded himself, it wouldn’t matter. He was in charge, and he could make any demand that he wanted.
“Ah,” he said, slowly leaning closer to the young man, “I wonder… would you really do anything to prove to me that you deserve it? Would you let me do whatever I wanted to you?”
Alfred understood now. He looked at Arthur with hesitant eyes. Then, “Yes, of course. Whatever you want to do to me, I’ll let you do it.”
“Yes,” Arthur murmured. “I am your boss, and whatever I want to do, I can do it. In matters like this, you can refuse and lose a smoke, but I warn you,” he stroked Alfred’s neck softly, “In other matters, if you refuse, I will overpower you, and I will make you suffer.”
And with that warning, Arthur crushed his lips against Alfred’s, not even minding the taste of tobacco that remained in Alfred’s mouth.
He pushed Alfred’s body against his, and led him over to the bed in the next room, ripping off what little clothes he had on. Alfred was already half hard, and fell onto the bed with a small shove.
Having his naked body fully exposed seemed to arouse Alfred even further, as he laid on the bed, waiting for direction. And Arthur was hard now, looking at the beautifully submissive creature that was laid out for him.
He traced his fingers along his chest, then his navel. “Mine,” he muttered, pressing my lips to a nipple, licking it. “You’re all mine. You belong to me.”
Alfred groaned, leaning into his touch. His face was now heating up, his head falling to the side as Arthur began to stroke his erection. Soft breaths escaped his mouth, and he eagerly thrusted into the feel Arthur’s hand.
Arthur was hard, too hard. He entertained the thought of having Alfred suck him off there and then. He’d completely fill his warm, wet mouth with his cock, and then come in his mouth, making him swallow it like a good, loyal colony-
But he couldn’t. He had other uses for Alfred’s mouth. He had brought the cigarette with him and had set it on the bed, although Alfred hadn’t noticed, instead spending his time twisting and groaning against the bed.
“Alfred,” Arthur said firmly, letting go of his erection. “Lift your legs up.”
And Alfred did so, almost immediately, holding his own legs back. Arthur leaned towards him, pushing two fingers to his lips. Alfred allowed him to push them in, making soft sucking sounds as he wetted them
He finally takes his fingers out, instead easing them against Alfred’s entrance. He pushed them in slowly, as Alfred let out a strangled gasp. Whispering quiet words of encouragement, Arthur stretched his fingers, waiting for Alfred to relax his body.
Unable to wait (his cock was hard as hell and had gone unnoticed for too long), he pulled his fingers out and unzipped his pants. Pulling out his erection. Alfred looked up at him, breathing harshly.
Arthur placed himself at Alfred’s entrance, pressing against it slowly. He heard a small whimper from Alfred before he pushed in. Then the whimper got louder, higher pitched.
“Relax, Alfred, just relax,” he said, grabbing Alfred’s hips as he pushed further in.
“England, I-” He moaned, his head tossed back and mouth gaping slightly. Although he still appeared to be in pain, his body gradually began to thrust against Arthurs’.
“Good boy,” Arthur said in a low voice, thrusting further into Alfred. “Such a good boy. You deserve a reward.”
He grabbed the cigarette from the side of the bed, pressing it to Alfred’s mouth. Alfred inhaled sharply, until Arthur took the cigarette out.
Arthur continued to thrust against him, and he moaned, screamed in what was obvious pleasure. Once again, Arthur put the cigarette to his lips, letting him slowly inhale, eyes shutting and expression relaxing even as his body was being fucked and his cock was hard against his stomach.
Alfred even made a reach for the cigarette, but Arthur, without pause, pins his hand down. He would decide when Alfred got to have his precious tobacco.
He pulled the cigarette away, fucking him hard, treasuring the feel of his trembling body and the sound of his strained groans.
And he began to feel Alfred’s body shaking, and pressed his hand around his erection firmly, stroking him to orgasm.
With his other hand, he raised the cigarette to Alfred’s flushed lips again. Alfred then came, but instead of watching his cum hit his stomach, Arthur observed his flushed face the moment he hit orgasm. He didn’t moan or gasp, but inhaled sharply, taking a long drag on the cigarette. Instead of his eyes falling closed as he enjoyed the tobacco, he looked up at Arthur, not once losing eye contact as he sucked the smoke into his lungs.
And then Arthur came, hardly noticing the smoke Alfred breathed into the air. Letting his body fall against Alfred’s, he pulled out.
He continued to allow Alfred to smoke, the soft inhales and exhales calming him.
In a way, he should have felt guilty. He had used something that he believed was dangerous to control Alfred.
But Alfred needed to be controlled, didn’t he? And it had worked, and now Alfred was loyal to him, and quite beautiful in his dependency.
Letting Alfred take one last drag, he tossed the remains carelessly on the floor. Alfred turned to him, an adoring look on his face.
“I’m so sorry for disappointing you before, England,” he murmured against his neck. “It won’t happen again.”
Arthur stroked his hair lightly, and pulled him into a kiss, once again tasting the tobacco.
And Alfred’s head was leaning back, and he roughly pressed Arthur’s lips against his. And his tongue darted at his lips, opening them. And the brat breathed into his mouth, filling it with smoke.
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“You idiot,” Arthur murmured. “This isn’t about that, this is about you smoking tobacco at all.”
Albert gave a high, piercing laugh. “What are you on about, England? There’s nothing wrong with tobacco.” He raised the rolled up tube to his lips again, inhaling and breathing it out again, directly at Arthur’s face.
Arthur swiftly grabbed it from him.
“Hey,” Alfred said, lunging at his hand. “Give that back!”
Arthur grabbed him quickly, twisting his arm behind his back. Alfred groaned in pain, as Arthur, pressed behind him, leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“What’s wrong with it? It’s expensive as all hell, for one. And I’ve seen people become absolutely enthralled with it, smoking it more and more often as they waste all of their money on it. It takes over their life. And it’s theorized to be very dangerous and have negative affects on health, especially for youths--”
Alfred laughed again, breathing harshly. “That’s some ridiculous rumor dreamt up by the Scottish. It figures that you’d believe it--”
“It smells terrible,” Arthur continued, jerking him swiftly. “It must taste even worse, I don’t know how you’d stand it--”
And suddenly an arm wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him down. And Alfred’s head was leaning back, and he roughly pressed Arthur’s lips against his. And his tongue darted at his lips, opening them. And the brat breathed into his mouth, filling it with smoke. Arthur nearly coughed, jerking back.
And Alfred turns around to him. He’s grabbed the cigarette back from him, and Arthur hardly notices until Alfred comes towards him and grabs his jaw. He takes a moment to take a long drag on the cigarette, breathing it out at Arthur again. Then suddenly Alfred is pressing the cigarette to his lips.
“Just inhale some, Arthur, just see what it’s like,” Alfred coos, and his smile was suddenly seductive. And for a moment Arthur was tempted, because the image of Alfred inhaling the smoke is sensual, more than it should be. It’s more erotic than anything involving that disgusting smell should be.
And he pulls Alfred’s hand away, finally, refusing to breathe in the smoke. He hesitantly presses the tobacco to Alfred’s lips, wanting to see that look again. And it happens. Alfred’s eyes flutter closed as Arthur presses it to his lips, and he breathes in, as if it were pure ecstacy.
And then it was ruined, when a bit of smoke is breathed back out. That smell filled his nostrils, and he was angry again, angrier than he was before. He snatched the blasted thing and yanks Alfred to the ground.
He had half the mind the burn the thing out on Alfred’s body. He could do it, Alfred’s body was his, and he could do what he wanted with it.
Alfred seemed to realize the possibility, and murmured, “England, don’t.”
Suddenly he’s no longer Arthur, but England. This title gave him more power, more respect.
It was enough for him to drop the remains of the handmade cigarette to the ground, instead pressing his boot to Alfred’s stomach.
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Alfred smiled sadly and meekly said, “Come on, England. You don’t really think that--”
“I don’t? What else am I supposed to think about a colony of mine that refuses to pay the debts it has, to raise its taxes to half of what my people pay. And you sit around, showing up late for meetings and smoking that damned tobacco. You can’t even dress properly. You’re a stupid, spoiled child that can’t take care of yourself, but has the nerve to act like you don’t need me!”
“I’m sorry,” he muttered slowly, looking up at him. “I’m sorry, England.” He suddenly became soft and submissive, and Arthur raised his foot off of him. Then Alfred raised up, to hug him desperately.
And he’s shaking. Arthur considers the idea that he’s gone to far. But isn’t it all true? Alfred deserved to be put in his place.
But perhaps it was better to calm him down.
“Now, now,” he murmurs, petting Alfred’s head. “Don’t get upset. Just improve. Just pay your debts, become more respectful and punctual, and put a little more effort into your appearance.”
And Alfred is nodding, like a good, obedient boy. Then he asks, lightly, “What about the tobacco?”
He is about to say no, about to tell Alfred to stop smoking it. But he has an idea, and turns to Alfred, saying, “Where do you keep it?”
Alfred paused, then said, “In that box, on the table.” Hs eyes turn towards the table behind them, and Arthur follows his gaze, before going to pick up the box. He takes one of the handmade cigarettes out of the box, before turning back to Alfred.
“I’ll keep possession of this box. Is that clear?” Alfred nods, though he looks at the cigarette in his hand with longing.
Arthur continued. “I’ll make a deal with you, Alfred. I want you to improve in the way you conduct yourself. No more silly attempts at rebellion. And in return,” he smiled at the now curious nation, “you can have one of these, every once in a while. If you behave yourself.”
And it was wrong, he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be exploiting what was obviously a growing obsession with tobacco to keep control over Alfred. But it was too tempting.
Alfred agreed, nodding his head and moving towards Arthur.
“Can I have that one now?” he asked hesitantly.
A smirk grew on Arthur’s face. “I’m not sure, Alfred. You haven’t done much to prove your loyalty yet.”
Alfred was silent for a moment. Then he looked up at Arthur in desperation, saying, “I can prove it now. Ask me to do anything, I’ll do it.”
Did he even realize what he was saying? Arthur’s mind raced, wondering if Alfred would really-he had kissed him earlier, even though it was simply to taunt him. Maybe he did want it.
And if he didn’t, Arthur reminded himself, it wouldn’t matter. He was in charge, and he could make any demand that he wanted.
“Ah,” he said, slowly leaning closer to the young man, “I wonder… would you really do anything to prove to me that you deserve it? Would you let me do whatever I wanted to you?”
Alfred understood now. He looked at Arthur with hesitant eyes. Then, “Yes, of course. Whatever you want to do to me, I’ll let you do it.”
“Yes,” Arthur murmured. “I am your boss, and whatever I want to do, I can do it. In matters like this, you can refuse and lose a smoke, but I warn you,” he stroked Alfred’s neck softly, “In other matters, if you refuse, I will overpower you, and I will make you suffer.”
And with that warning, Arthur crushed his lips against Alfred’s, not even minding the taste of tobacco that remained in Alfred’s mouth.
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Having his naked body fully exposed seemed to arouse Alfred even further, as he laid on the bed, waiting for direction. And Arthur was hard now, looking at the beautifully submissive creature that was laid out for him.
He traced his fingers along his chest, then his navel. “Mine,” he muttered, pressing my lips to a nipple, licking it. “You’re all mine. You belong to me.”
Alfred groaned, leaning into his touch. His face was now heating up, his head falling to the side as Arthur began to stroke his erection. Soft breaths escaped his mouth, and he eagerly thrusted into the feel Arthur’s hand.
Arthur was hard, too hard. He entertained the thought of having Alfred suck him off there and then. He’d completely fill his warm, wet mouth with his cock, and then come in his mouth, making him swallow it like a good, loyal colony-
But he couldn’t. He had other uses for Alfred’s mouth. He had brought the cigarette with him and had set it on the bed, although Alfred hadn’t noticed, instead spending his time twisting and groaning against the bed.
“Alfred,” Arthur said firmly, letting go of his erection. “Lift your legs up.”
And Alfred did so, almost immediately, holding his own legs back. Arthur leaned towards him, pushing two fingers to his lips. Alfred allowed him to push them in, making soft sucking sounds as he wetted them
He finally takes his fingers out, instead easing them against Alfred’s entrance. He pushed them in slowly, as Alfred let out a strangled gasp. Whispering quiet words of encouragement, Arthur stretched his fingers, waiting for Alfred to relax his body.
Unable to wait (his cock was hard as hell and had gone unnoticed for too long), he pulled his fingers out and unzipped his pants. Pulling out his erection. Alfred looked up at him, breathing harshly.
Arthur placed himself at Alfred’s entrance, pressing against it slowly. He heard a small whimper from Alfred before he pushed in. Then the whimper got louder, higher pitched.
“Relax, Alfred, just relax,” he said, grabbing Alfred’s hips as he pushed further in.
“England, I-” He moaned, his head tossed back and mouth gaping slightly. Although he still appeared to be in pain, his body gradually began to thrust against Arthurs’.
“Good boy,” Arthur said in a low voice, thrusting further into Alfred. “Such a good boy. You deserve a reward.”
He grabbed the cigarette from the side of the bed, pressing it to Alfred’s mouth. Alfred inhaled sharply, until Arthur took the cigarette out.
Arthur continued to thrust against him, and he moaned, screamed in what was obvious pleasure. Once again, Arthur put the cigarette to his lips, letting him slowly inhale, eyes shutting and expression relaxing even as his body was being fucked and his cock was hard against his stomach.
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He pulled the cigarette away, fucking him hard, treasuring the feel of his trembling body and the sound of his strained groans.
And he began to feel Alfred’s body shaking, and pressed his hand around his erection firmly, stroking him to orgasm.
With his other hand, he raised the cigarette to Alfred’s flushed lips again. Alfred then came, but instead of watching his cum hit his stomach, Arthur observed his flushed face the moment he hit orgasm. He didn’t moan or gasp, but inhaled sharply, taking a long drag on the cigarette. Instead of his eyes falling closed as he enjoyed the tobacco, he looked up at Arthur, not once losing eye contact as he sucked the smoke into his lungs.
And then Arthur came, hardly noticing the smoke Alfred breathed into the air. Letting his body fall against Alfred’s, he pulled out.
He continued to allow Alfred to smoke, the soft inhales and exhales calming him.
In a way, he should have felt guilty. He had used something that he believed was dangerous to control Alfred.
But Alfred needed to be controlled, didn’t he? And it had worked, and now Alfred was loyal to him, and quite beautiful in his dependency.
Letting Alfred take one last drag, he tossed the remains carelessly on the floor. Alfred turned to him, an adoring look on his face.
“I’m so sorry for disappointing you before, England,” he murmured against his neck. “It won’t happen again.”
Arthur stroked his hair lightly, and pulled him into a kiss, once again tasting the tobacco.
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I just have to say that your fill was just...gjfhgjfjdjg<333333xA million.
I feel kinda intimitated now.
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THIS.
FANTASTIC.
This whole fill was fantastic, but I especially love this quote~ ♥ ♥
Thank you so much~ I'll make a note to give you my first born in the future ♥
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