In Vino Veritas 3a/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:02:45 UTC
The lack of babble was something of a relief, as they walked (staggered) towards Alfred's room, though the tiny nuzzles of the drunken man's face against his neck, the way America was pressing against England- had to be just because he was drunk-- were very -
He would most certainly have to spend some time in the loo tonight to take care of the growing problem in his trousers.
“I don't suppose you could manage from here?” England asked, as he managed to pilfer the cardkey from a back pocket, trying pointedly not to notice the shiver from the other as his hand brushed against the curve of his buttocks. Always with the pants that were far too tight, and clinging-- Arthur forced himself not to linger, although it was difficult with the way Alfred seemed to lean into the touch.
And that only brought a stray thought about what it would be like to run his hands over Alfred's naked arse, as he--
England had to get out of here, and back to his room.
“Nn.” said America, half pulling England in after him, letting the door close quietly behind them. He could have easily broken away, but that would've left the tipsy nation vulnerable to falling. And he was starting to find it difficult to let go. “Don' go.”
America started to stagger again, and England was forced to push him against the closed door to prevent him from falling over. For a long minute, he just held Alfred up, trying not to revel in the warmth, the nearness, the near intoxicating aura of alcohol mixed with the former colony's natural scents.
Alfred stared back, with that half lidded drunken gaze, that faint and beautiful smile on lips that begged for-- the tip of the boy's tongue slid out to moisten the lips with a noisy smack, and resisting seemed like a very horrible and torturous thing.
Just one kiss wouldn't hurt.
His head tilted up so that his lips could brush Alfred's parted lips gently.
They held a hint of orange mingled with alcohol, and suddenly England knew that one taste wasn't going to be enough. The boy's eyes were closed as he leaned forward into the second meeting-- soft contented sighs exhaling into Arthur's mouth, as England deepened the kiss, tongue starting to explore the warm mouth that was willingly-- willingly-- being opened to him.
So sweet, and warm.
He ran his tongue along the upper lip, before withdrawing it to gently bite at the lower.
England's breath caught for a moment as the reality of what he was doing hit him.
Arthur was kissing Alfred. And it felt so...right.
Unwillingly, Arthur broke away from the kiss, to find Alfred panting softly, his clumsy arms trying to wrap around his waist, pull him closer. His head fell to nuzzle against England's neck again, bringing back those little darts of electricity.
“Don' stop...” America breathed against his neck, “Wan' you-”
With a shuddering sigh, England considered his options. Run away and take the longest, coldest shower that he could manage, or--
America nipped against his neck, sending a sudden jolt straight down to his cock.
Oh god.
And then his mouth was on America's, on Alfred's, devouring that soft, sweet mouth, biting at the lips, as he half-guided, half-carried the taller nation towards the bed. A pang of guilt at the idea of taking advantage of a drunk man was easily swept away by the taste of salt-and booze flavored skin, and by the bulge pushed up against his hip. Despite the sheer amount of alcohol that was inhibiting the large nation's balance and movement, despite the history that lay between them like a huge brick wall--
Alfred wanted this. Wanted him.
The very idea built up against his diaphragm, then burst through his throat as a husky chuckle.
“Wha's funny?” The smile was dimmed a bit, the vague sense of vulnerability and maybe-- just maybe a touch of fear, “Arthur?”
Re: In Vino Veritas 3b/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:04:01 UTC
“Nothing, love. Just surprised.” England shook his head, and pushed America back against the pillows. Somewhere between the doorway and the bed, Alfred had lost his shirt, and Arthur his tie. Both had lost their shoes. That left a broad chest completely bare for him to trace lazy circles that seemed to burn both of them, from the soft sounds coming from the larger man. “That you want me, of all people-- tell me again what you want?”
“Wan' you... to fuck me.” The words came out in a shuddering breathy whisper, as the flushed face turned just a shade pinker, “Please, Egl..Arthur.”
Re: In Vino Veritas 3b/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:39:43 UTC
Beautiful, authoranon! The description of the kiss was hotttttt, and pulled that off without being vulgar, so extra snaps for that. And YESSSSSS for upcomng sexy times. I really love your drunk Alfred, btw, he's adorable and fuckable, both at once, mmm.
And it's kind of shallow, but I'm especially tickled because once I wrote a USUK fill (waaay back in Part 1 of the kinkmeme) where Arthur was hthe drunk one, also entitled In Vino Veritas. It ended in a lack of sexytiems though. :P
Re: In Vino Veritas 3b/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 19:25:04 UTC
Yeah...couldn't decide whether to comment on the title already being used, but I figured it wasn't my writing, so I had no right to complain. Though I must say, that fill was awesome! ...even without sexytiems. :)
In other news, god damn, this is excellent! Alfred is just....guh, do want. And I'm glad Arthur isn't totally guiltless. Though the fact that Al really knows who he is and still wants him shows at least a little bit of consent. In short, dynamic is cool and realistic, and for that I give you props! :Db *continues stalking*
Author!Anon
anonymous
October 6 2010, 02:04:57 UTC
As long as you're not ticked. :) I don't remember seeing that fill-- and I'm kinda new here. Sorry if I stepped on any toes. I was thinking of an old audio drama from ages ago called 'In Vino Veritas', (From an entirely different fandom) where characters are tricked into drinking a wine that contains a truth serum, and the social niceties are promptly lost, leaving the characters unmasked. This is my first time writing something that can be considered smut, and I'm glad it came off well. So far, anyhow.
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
October 6 2010, 02:39:43 UTC
This is the original author/posteranon? Man, I don't know what to call myself. Oh man no, no, no toes-stepping. "In Vino Veritas" is an old saying after all and I don't see how anyone could claim it - it's like claiming exclusive usage over the phrase "and so on and so forth" or something....just not done, anyway. I was just amused by the title thing, that's all, and thought I'd mention it. :)
And it's coming off really well authoranon! Hope to see you update soon!
He would most certainly have to spend some time in the loo tonight to take care of the growing problem in his trousers.
“I don't suppose you could manage from here?” England asked, as he managed to pilfer the cardkey from a back pocket, trying pointedly not to notice the shiver from the other as his hand brushed against the curve of his buttocks. Always with the pants that were far too tight, and clinging-- Arthur forced himself not to linger, although it was difficult with the way Alfred seemed to lean into the touch.
And that only brought a stray thought about what it would be like to run his hands over Alfred's naked arse, as he--
England had to get out of here, and back to his room.
“Nn.” said America, half pulling England in after him, letting the door close quietly behind them. He could have easily broken away, but that would've left the tipsy nation vulnerable to falling. And he was starting to find it difficult to let go. “Don' go.”
America started to stagger again, and England was forced to push him against the closed door to prevent him from falling over. For a long minute, he just held Alfred up, trying not to revel in the warmth, the nearness, the near intoxicating aura of alcohol mixed with the former colony's natural scents.
Alfred stared back, with that half lidded drunken gaze, that faint and beautiful smile on lips that begged for-- the tip of the boy's tongue slid out to moisten the lips with a noisy smack, and resisting seemed like a very horrible and torturous thing.
Just one kiss wouldn't hurt.
His head tilted up so that his lips could brush Alfred's parted lips gently.
They held a hint of orange mingled with alcohol, and suddenly England knew that one taste wasn't going to be enough. The boy's eyes were closed as he leaned forward into the second meeting-- soft contented sighs exhaling into Arthur's mouth, as England deepened the kiss, tongue starting to explore the warm mouth that was willingly-- willingly-- being opened to him.
So sweet, and warm.
He ran his tongue along the upper lip, before withdrawing it to gently bite at the lower.
England's breath caught for a moment as the reality of what he was doing hit him.
Arthur was kissing Alfred. And it felt so...right.
Unwillingly, Arthur broke away from the kiss, to find Alfred panting softly, his clumsy arms trying to wrap around his waist, pull him closer. His head fell to nuzzle against England's neck again, bringing back those little darts of electricity.
“Don' stop...” America breathed against his neck, “Wan' you-”
With a shuddering sigh, England considered his options. Run away and take the longest, coldest shower that he could manage, or--
America nipped against his neck, sending a sudden jolt straight down to his cock.
Oh god.
And then his mouth was on America's, on Alfred's, devouring that soft, sweet mouth, biting at the lips, as he half-guided, half-carried the taller nation towards the bed. A pang of guilt at the idea of taking advantage of a drunk man was easily swept away by the taste of salt-and booze flavored skin, and by the bulge pushed up against his hip. Despite the sheer amount of alcohol that was inhibiting the large nation's balance and movement, despite the history that lay between them like a huge brick wall--
Alfred wanted this. Wanted him.
The very idea built up against his diaphragm, then burst through his throat as a husky chuckle.
“Wha's funny?” The smile was dimmed a bit, the vague sense of vulnerability and maybe-- just maybe a touch of fear, “Arthur?”
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“Wan' you... to fuck me.” The words came out in a shuddering breathy whisper, as the flushed face turned just a shade pinker, “Please, Egl..Arthur.”
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Do continue!
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(Thanks! :D)
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And it's kind of shallow, but I'm especially tickled because once I wrote a USUK fill (waaay back in Part 1 of the kinkmeme) where Arthur was hthe drunk one, also entitled In Vino Veritas. It ended in a lack of sexytiems though. :P
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In other news, god damn, this is excellent! Alfred is just....guh, do want. And I'm glad Arthur isn't totally guiltless. Though the fact that Al really knows who he is and still wants him shows at least a little bit of consent. In short, dynamic is cool and realistic, and for that I give you props! :Db *continues stalking*
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Yeah. Arthur is sober, so he can think about what he's doing.
Glad you're enjoying it.
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I don't remember seeing that fill-- and I'm kinda new here. Sorry if I stepped on any toes.
I was thinking of an old audio drama from ages ago called 'In Vino Veritas', (From an entirely different fandom) where characters are tricked into drinking a wine that contains a truth serum, and the social niceties are promptly lost, leaving the characters unmasked.
This is my first time writing something that can be considered smut, and I'm glad it came off well.
So far, anyhow.
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And it's coming off really well authoranon! Hope to see you update soon!
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I really feel for Arthur though, temptation vs. conscience is never easy u.u
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